Spills V (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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"I-I don't know how this happened," Penelope rambled as Val simply stood there and stared at her. Though most of her layers had been shed, Penelope's tank top remained, currently bunched over her chest. Penelope belatedly thought to pull it down, stretching it over her huge mounds, though it had stopped covering her stomach days before, rendered a belly shirt by her massive breasts and leaving her slim abdomen exposed. "Every time I drink something it goes straight to my boobs," Penelope went on, a little hysterical. "I've become a mutant or—ohhh..."

Her breasts were packed. There was simply no room left. They pulsed with tension as her nipples ached and throbbed. The pudding was still trying to arduously push it’s way out of her, breasts contracting and nipples straining as the substance seeped. Penelope watched two wet smudges form on her top though it wasn't much. She groaned and fidgeted, breasts bobbing. She found herself arching. "God, they're just so full," she gasped out.

Val just stood there in silent observation. She didn't even seem particularly shocked or alarmed. Then again, Val always had had a rather deadpan personality. Finally, she crossed her arms. "Do you want to get out of here?"

It wasn't as though Penelope had a wealth of options. And the idea of getting away from her family was instantly appealing. Though she was rather cagey about Val. The two of them had never exactly been friends. "Where did you have in mind?" Penelope managed.

"Let's just go for a drive."

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Val's sports car was uncomfortably compact and Penelope suspected that if she had been in the driver's seat, her breasts would have been pressing against the steering wheel.

Val drove at a mercifully smooth and slow pace. She pulled over in front of a small ice cream parlor of all places, but the scene was quiet and the interior looked empty.

Penelope looked at the layers of clothes she had doffed, all sitting in a messy pile perched in her lap. She began to pull it apart to find the shirt she would get on first.

"Don't bother with that," said Val as she put the car in park.

Penelope looked at her as though she was insane. "I'm immodest," she protested.

"You look fine," said Val, nodded to the ill-fitting tank top Penelope had on. "More than fine," Val added with a smirk.

Penelope's cheeks reddened. Had Val just flirted with her?

"How are you any less modest than all the other girls walking around in belly shirts around here?” Val pulled her long bangs out of her eyes. “What, because you're a little more developed?" She was certainly simplifying things.

"Let's just go in," said Penelope in resignation. Anything to distract her from the growing tension in her tits.

The parlor indeed was empty, except for one middle-aged worker whose eyes bulged when they laid on Penelope's chest. She couldn't exactly blame him. The white fabric was becoming transparent from the steadily seeping substance so that her pink nipples were visible, fat almost as golf balls by then. Penelope was still quietly panting, skin flushed as she tried to bear the mounting pressure. She shuffled over to a table and got a seat.

Val went to the counter then joined Penelope at the table, not with a single serving of ice cream, but a whole gallon-sized carton.

"Who is all this for?" Penelope managed, resisting the urge to cup her heaving breasts, each the size of a volley ball and only growing.

"I thought we could share.”

"It's not a good idea Val."

"Just one bite?" Val lifted a spoonful of vanilla ice cream to Penelope's lips, and the gesture was so surprising, Penelope opened her mouth and took it in.

It was kind if erotic. Sitting there, being fed ice cream by her gothy neighbor, with the shop worker goggling them. Penelope parted her lips for the next spoonful.

"Good?" said Val. When Penelope finished, Val licked the spoon too.

Penelope closed her eyes and hummed as her chest tightened. Maybe the thinness of the ice cream would help loosen up the pudding.

"Open," Val ordered.

Scoop by scoop, Penelope worked her way through the whole container, with Val's aid. By the time Penelope finished, she was sweating profusely. Her breasts were so tight, practically bouncing. Her nipples were seeping continuously rather than erratically, so that had to be good. Right?

"So full…" Penelope groaned.

"God," Val breathed. Her hand hoovered near Penelope's left breast, but then she froze, and lowered it. The door chimed as a young couple strolled into the parlor, not noticing Penelope and Val even as they tried to get the hypnotized worker's attention.

"Let's go back to the car," said Val.

"Nghhh...yeah," Penelope agreed breathily. She heaved herself up, noticing that the coverage of her tank top was even worse than before, some of the underside of her breasts now exposed. Lightly shaking her head, she followed Val out of the parlor.

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