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Milk was getting everywhere.

Chris was sprawled in bed, propped up against various pillows, moaning as his hands glided over his swollen belly. It was huge. He looked heavily pregnant; maybe with twins, or more. He couldn’t believe how big he was getting, his abdomen often tremoring with movements from the children within. He groaned and rubbed it more, watching it pulsate and heave as he lay there moaning.

He had recently finished a heavy binge of lasagna, and was waiting for his latest food delivery, due any moment. Yet he kept gaining weight, and could feel himself growing even then. When he was particularly peckish, he would suck hard on one of his teat-like nipples, filling his already over-packed belly with the thick, creamy fluid.

When he wasn’t drinking, his milk was free to spray. Constantly squirting and splattering onto the bed and rug, sometimes reaching the surrounding furniture. It was all so warm and sticky, Chris’s body flushed and hot, radiating heat from the gallons of milk he was constantly producing. He felt like a furnace.

His breasts and udder had only grown larger. Simply immense. He thought each of his breasts easily resembled a volleyball in size, round and packed, practically bursting with milk. His udder was larger, bigger than a basketball by then. And like his two huge nipples, the teats on his udders were constantly squirting and spraying, getting milk everywhere. It was a delightful, delicious mess.

Chris could hear someone entering the apartment. He was so drugged on food and fluid, he hardly felt concern.

“Chris, you in there?” someone called. “The door was open. Someone left these food bags outside your door.”

It was Mike, a close friend of his. Chris could hear Mike’s footsteps crossing the apartment, coming towards the bedroom, where Chris was.

“Haven’t heard from you in a while, bro. You okay in there? Chris?”

Then the door opened, Mike stepping inside to freeze at the sight of his swollen friend sprawled in the bed. He gaped, his mouth falling open in shock.

Chris’s face contorted as his breasts and udder all tightened simultaneously. He didn’t know why; it was some reaction to seeing another human being, or even Mike, particularly. But his body reacted almost viciously, his six nipples and teats tightening and bulging, as Chris grunted out, then milk sprayed violently, practically jetting out of him as he cried out.

The milk splattered right into Mike, getting all over him. Some of it hit his face, and his lips. Mike took off his glasses, looking positively aghast. But by some compulsion, his tongue flicked out, just slightly, catching some of the milk at the corner of his mouth. Tasting it.

Something changed in Mike’s eyes. Immediately, he lunged for a breast, closing his mouth around one of Chris’s teat-like nipples and sucking greedily. He drank like an addict, desperate and greedy.

Chris groaned and arched, twisting his fingers through Mike’s hair. Bizarrely, Mike started to rapidly change. Chris first saw it in the way Mike’s clothing steadily grew tighter at the back and shoulders. Soon Chris could see a growing layer of fat softening Mike’s body, his ass inflating, thighs thickening, and belly pushing out. Mike continued to grow, thicker and larger, then his breasts started coming in.

Mike whimpered as he kept eagerly sucking. Chris just tried to catch his breath.

Mike’s breasts were surging, pushing forward, rapidly growing into softballs of flesh, getting bigger and rounder, filling up, until his shirt tore to shreds, and his breasts ballooned, starting to rival Chris’s in size.

But things didn’t end there. Mike whined and arched, momentarily breaking away from Chris’s nipple as his own nipples started to bulge and extend, like fat fingers pushing farther and farther out, until he too had a pair of cow teats bulging out from his volleyball-sized breasts.

“Nrrgghhh…” Mike groaned. He managed to lean back down, and continue suckling from Chris, despite his clear discomfort. The basketball shorts he had on were getting painfully tight, until those too began to tear around his outrageously fat ass, and a clear udder developing on his pubic region just below his belly. Like his breasts, Mike’s udder steadily grew rounder, fatter, more plump and pink. Mike whined as four teat sprung out out, bulging and waving. His face contorted as his two breasts and udder became flushed and tight, looking impossibly bloated. He gasped out as all six teats simultaneously started to spray, as he again had to pause in his nursing, instead giving a muffled groan as he buried his face in Chris’s cleavage.

“Mmmm…moooo…” was all Chris could manage. Mike had come to resemble him in all ways excluding a heavily pregnant belly. Mike’s gut was bloated round and soft, but at nowhere near the dimensions of Chris’s hugely swollen mass.

Still, it was certainly…something. Panting heavily, Chris took Mike’s face, and guided him back to his teat-nipple to resume drinking.