Kirika knew better than anyone how to A) deal with a large chest and B) how to avoid getting into trouble. Reaching for the phone, she called up Kirika who woke groggily from her nap.
"This had better be good." Kirika said in an unamused tone
"Kirika! Its me, Komoe, I .... I've had some issues over here."
"What kind of issues? Important I hope."
"Its my breasts, I ate some soup that I had made, and they .... they got real big, and they started squirting milk everywhere!"
"Yeah? Sounds awesome, I'll be right over" Kirika slammed the phone down and headed for Komoe's room.
"I'd say more like incredible." Komoe mused to herself as she felt the warmth spread throughout her breasts again, it was getting harder and harder to focus as all of her nerve endings were ablaze, she could feel incredible sensations running from both of her nipples as she hugged them as close to her body as possible. They felt impossibly huge at this point. Komoe was no good at discerning bra sizes or any of that math stuff, but she knew none of her tops would fit her at this size. Her breasts, engorged with milk, thrust their way past her arms, falling onto the table in front of her with a wet slap that sent a shot of milk out of either nipple, and a reverberating sensation through her very core. They were each about the size of a small bean bag chair and quite heavy, attempting to alleviate some of the weight, she caressed her saucer sized nipples, attempting to coax some more milk out of them. The process was incredible, the sensations she felt were stronger than before, each tug generated a stronger stream than the prior, and each built further and further to a climax she couldn't understand.
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