Camp II (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for tom.

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Something very strange was happening to Beth.

Well, stranger than all of the other things that had been happening to her lately.

It had started with small bumps lining her ribcage, sort of like bug bites. But they seemed to grow more defined with each day that passed, taking on a pinkish tint. They became responsive, hardening at the faintest touch of contact. And soon there were lumps of fat collecting behind the four lumps, parallel to her breasts. She had been in denial for a while but soon the reality of it was unavoidable. She was growing extra breasts. Four extra breasts, that sat in two paired stacks, beneath the first bloated pair.

Beth didn’t really know how to deal with it, or even explain it. Sometimes Laura would give her uneasy looks, then avert her gaze. Beth’s four extra mounds were gradually becoming massive to match the first swollen pair. But it seemed that Laura was undergoing changes of her own.

There was something in Laura’s shirt. Well, the sole tube top that still fit her, more of a bandeau than anything else. But perched above Laura’s swollen, round, pregnant-looking belly, was what appeared to be a second pair of breasts stretching out her own tops.

Odder still was the growing mound of fat that Laura was fruitlessly trying to hide on her pubic region. When Beth caught flashes of it, she was astounded by its pinkness. It seemed silly that Laura would continue to try to hide the monumental and bizarre changes that both girls seemed to be undergoing.

It was the morning that Beth awoke with a coiled pig tail twitching from where it protruded at her tailbone, that she decided that she and Laura really needed to talk.

“Laura,” said Beth patiently. She was perched on her bed, back arched, and six huge breasts pressing hard into the fabric of her hole-covered shirt, which seemed to be holding on by mere fibers by then. “We really need to discuss this.”

“Now’s not the best time,” said Laura, who was gingerly easing herself down on her own bed. It was awkward, between the huge swollen mass of her belly that made her look as though she was due with triplets, and the fat, pink, basketball-sized mound beneath it, which was awkwardly wrapped in a thin and straining sarong that didn’t fully cover it.

“What are we becoming?” Beth blurted out.

Laura huffed and puffed, her cheeks flushed either from embarrassment or from the exertion of seating herself on the bed, spread awkwardly, face contorting in discomfort. She hesitated, and pulled the sarong loose. Beth gasped at what she saw.

Laura had an udder. A fully-developed one, that was extremely fat, with four teats bulging out like chubby fingers. A vein was visible across the side of the fleshy mound. It looked so full, so burdened.

“The camp sent us…outfits.” Laura nodded to some boxes in the corner. “Supposed to be a little more comfortable.”

Beth frowned, and climbed heavily to her feet, absently cupping her plump, pillowy gut. She made her way to the boxes, her six breasts rocking gently, nipples aching and protruding hard against the fabric of her tattered top.

She opened the boxes and surveyed the clothes. “They might be…” she said awkwardly. “More comfortable, at least.”

Laura gave a dubious look. Beth grabbed an outfit and headed to the bathroom to change.

It was a bodysuit, skin tight, practically pasted to her skin. It showed off every curve, crease, and crevice, the girth of her ass and bulk of her breasts. The definition of her nipples, and the gentle protrusion of her belly button. The material was soft and flexible. It was comfortable, but certainly revealing.

When Beth left the bathroom, she saw that Laura had tried on an outfit as well. Hers just appeared to be a fresh new bikini, this one with four breast cups instead of two, and a tiny bikini bottom that showed off Laura’s round ass.

“Not much of an improvement,” said Laura in irritation, huffing and puffing as she rubbed the top of her massive midsection. “Nrrghhh…” she groaned, and Beth could see one of her teats twitching, the udder as a whole straining more, the vein bulging. She looked as though she was about to spring a leak. In fact…

Beth wandered over. She found herself acting before she thought, hand reaching down, and kneading a teat between her fingers.

Laura released a groan and gripped what she could—the edge of a dresser. Milk squirted out of the teat in Beth’s fingers, but soon the other three followed, and all four of Laura’s bra cups became damp.

“Holy hell,” Laura breathed, trembling.

“I think you’re…full,” said Beth sheepishly, wanting to retract her hand but finding herself unable to. “And you’re…um…not getting any smaller?”

Laura just gave her an odd look, gripped harder onto the dresser, and let Beth keep at it.