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Multiple Mammaries - Female Version

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It had taken a little over a year, but Cona managed to reverse most of the damage done to her body though several medications and a few risky procedures. Her team of doctors had worked wonders on her, returning her to her formerly slim physique. It wasn’t perfect. She had some fullness on her chest – As, almost B-cups. And her bottom was slightly rounder than it had been originally. But overall, Cona was impressed.

Which made her disappointment all the greater, a month later, when she noticed that her stomach was getting full all over again. Worse, her belly button was protruding. This couldn’t be a good sign. She just hoped Ted didn’t notice.

It was wishful thinking.

One night, following a movie date, Cona allowed Ted to take her back to his apartment. The two immediately started kissing, Cona leaning on the wall. They tried to keep their relationship quiet at the office. The last thing Cona needed was for people to find out that she was screwing the boss.

Ted’s hands ran up and down Cona’s body. They paid special attention to Cona’s bloated stomach, squeezing, rubbing, as Cona grunted in discomfort. She couldn’t seem to hide anything from Ted. “Stop it,” she groaned against Ted’s lips. She felt Ted beginning to slide up her blouse.

“Why?” Ted leaned down.

“You’re just going to make it…worse. Please Ted…nnnghhhh…” Cona groaned and arched her back as Ted licked her navel, sucked the soft skin. Cona could feel it getting fuller, tighter. She finally managed to push Ted away from her, breathing heavily as she gently held her stomach. Her belly button was pink now, a small plate of puffy skin forming around it. By then, it had gotten bloated enough to make her look six months pregnant. She groaned. Not again.

Grabbing her jacket off a chair, Cona headed for the door. She should have known better than to get involved with Ted. The man was bad for her.

Just before Cona could walk outside, Ted grabbed her shoulder, and turned her back around. As Ted kissed her, Cona melted a little, her knees weakening and her eyes lowering.

She allowed Ted to pull her back inside. She was oblivious of the moist spot forming on the front of her shirt.

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A natural leader, Ted took control. He nibbled, nursed, and massaged Cona to his pleasure. Cona found herself transforming and she had little power to stop it.

It was a few weeks later, and Cona was midway through a presentation at work. She felt parched, her throat hoarse from dryness. Ordinarily, a water bottle was left on the table for presenters, but all that was there was a massive milkshake.

Cona knew this was Ted’s doing. She knew Ted wanted her to drink it, like all the other milkshakes, pumped full of weird hormones and lactation agents. Cona eyed the droplets of water trickling down the outside of the cool glass. She tried to present a chart, but coughed a few times.

“You okay, Cona?” said one of her coworkers – Bradley – awkwardly.

“Fine,” said Cona, directing a glare towards Ted. Her boss merely stared back neutrally from his spot at the head of the table.

Cona lifted the shake and took several generous gulps. It moistened her mouth, but also helped cool her down. She lowered the glass only after she had sucked down every drop. She knew that Ted would be pleased by it. Not that it mattered. Cona threw another glance at Ted. Ted seemed pleased.

“Cona?” said Bradley, his voice breaking the silence.

“Moving on.” Cona waddled back over to the chart. Her belly was a round beach ball of a mass that bobbed with her every movement. Flushed and panting, Cona continued. “This graph represents our projected income over the next quarter…” She went on with her facts and figures, though she was aware that the attention of her twelve coworkers was mostly focused on her gut – and the shape of her massively bulging belly button. At least Ted was politely looking at the chart. Cona clutched her belly when she was finished, her back aching by then. Her audience politely clapped, and she nodded. “Excuse me.” She waddled out of the room, to her office, where she eased herself down behind her desk, where the mound perched against her, wider than the rest of her body, pressing into the table and making it difficult for Cona to reach her computer. It was getting hard to get any work done at all. The mound rocked as Cona panted, her belly-nipple pointing slightly upwards. It resembled a doorknob in size by then, and no pump could accommodate it. The only thing that helped was Ted – Ted’s lips. Just the thought made Cona’s areola puff out and her belly-nipple distend. Her milk was now the consistency of pudding. Things were getting out of control.

His boss appeared in her doorframe.

Cona reddened. “Ted,” she said weakly.

“Hey Cona, can you bring me the clause on the Feldman case?” Ted walked off.

Cona stared after him in disbelief. She knew that Ted was messing with her, but what could she do? He was still technically her boss. Cona wanted disability so badly, but her unique…condition…didn’t exactly meet the qualifications. Instead, she struggled to stand, and, clutching her mass, proceeded to search for the random file Ted had requested. She found it at the bottom of a filing cabinet after twenty minutes of searching, by which point her lower back was burning, and her forehead was sleek with sweat. Cona waddled off to Ted’s office, where she slapped the file on the desk, but Ted seemed all but interested in it.

“Oh, didn’t I mention? I found a copy.”

“No, you didn’t mention,” huffed Cona.

Ted smiled. “Sit down.”

Cona obeyed, if just because she feared she might collapse otherwise. She wasn’t too fond of Ted’s games. After plopping down on the couch, Cona’s face reddened, and she pulled up her shirt as her mass tightened, the nipple swelling considerably. Cona twisted and grunted as the nipple bulged more before starting to release a slow seep of her pudding-like milk. Cona gasped for breath. This always happened when she was alone with Ted. Her body seemed keen about feeding the man.

Ted smirked and approached. He kissed the plump flesh. Licked the steady ooze. A milk-bubble swelled and popped from Cona’s nipple. She groaned as her belly pushed out more. Ted rubbed, squeezed, massaged, and Cona whimpered.

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Cona was perched on her bed against some pillows, her hands cradling what she could of her mass. Her back was still throbbing, and she was having weird cramps. She looked up at Ted who was surveying her thoughtfully.

“A custom girdle might help,” Ted noted.

“That doesn’t…exactly…address the problem,” Cona grunted in discomfort.

Ted flashed her a smile and walked off to brush his teeth.

Cona just breathed. Ted was avoiding the issue, as usual. Cona didn’t know what Ted had in store for her that night, but she wasn’t sure she could take much more. Trying to distract herself from her discomfort, Cona lifted a magazine to her face and began to flip through the pages. She wiped some sweat from her brow, and was rather breathless. Everything felt weird that night. And her back was really aching.

Cona cried out as a sudden pain shot through her abdomen. She wondered if she was finally going to pop. As Ted hurried back into the room, Cona raised her shirt up, staring as her button-nipple swelled outrageously and took to aggressively pumping, the pore in the center opening, as something shoved against it from the inside. “Noo…nnnghhhhh…” Cona groaned, sweating and shaking as her belly rocked and quaked as more and more of a…mass…was shoved against her nipple, Cona grunted in pain as her nipple swelled more, and contorted, then opened, something crowning, something – protruding. Pushing out of it. Cona gathered the creature as it left her with a squelching pop. She was suddenly clutching a wailing, milk-covered baby to her chest. Both Cona and Ted were stunned silent, except for Cona’s panting. Slowly, their gazes shifted back down to Cona’s still-massive belly.

The End