Self-Induced XII (Patreon)

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

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The renovations were a success!

Mary had always liked her apartment in the city. It was a convenient location with lots to do around her. There was always a good deal of activity and pedestrian traffic, so she was never bored.

With all the extra income from her new online business, Mary had eventually been able to purchase the whole duplex off the old man who owned it. It had taken some time, but she had closed down the taco restaurant on the ground floor and turned into a milk shop. It was her business’s first and only physical site.

There was a lot of uncertainty in opening a brick-and-mortar, but Mary had been willing to take the risk — and it had paid off! Within a month, the shop was a huge success. Once people got a taste of the product, they couldn’t get enough of it. Everyone loved the all-natural dairy milk, and Mary was even looking into offering other products, like yogurt, ice cream, and custard pies. Profits were surging, and Mary couldn’t have been happier. She was even looking into hiring some help.

“That’ll be $16.50,” Mary informed her latest customer as she covered a belch. She accepted payment, then handed over the huge jug of milk. The customer hurried off, clutching the jug to his chest as though it was a priceless gem. Mary sighed as she looked down the line of customers that went out the door. Some were pushing and struggling, eager to get closer to the register.

“Sorry —erruuppp — shops closing for lunch!” Mary belched.

The customers moaned, griped, and even struggled more, some starting to plead, but Mary easily shooed them out, as she did every day at noon.

The door jingled as she closed and locked it. Mary leaned back against it with a sigh. A slow smile spread over her face as she bit her lip in thought.

Mary had changed quite a lot since the inception of her small business. Her formerly lean body had developed a thick padding of fat, mostly concentrated in her voluminous breasts, bulging backside, and the large, round belly protruding from her torso. Paired by her chubby arms, thick thighs, and wide hips, Mary had nearly doubled her original body weight. Her chubby face and plump form made her look jolly and matronly, which no doubt aided her trustworthiness and good reputation. Her happy customers would never have doubts about her delicious product, not for a moment.

Mary absently laid her hands on her swollen belly, which resembled a basketball in how big and round it had become. It was constantly tremoring and gurgling with gas. Which couldn’t be helped, given that Mary’s diet was almost entirely milk.

With another belch, Mary waddled to a staircase that led upstairs to her apartment. She walked through her living room, which was untidy but not disastrous. “Janet dear, how are you doing?” Mary called as she absently picked up a throw, setting on the couch. She then proceeded down the hall, and through the door that led into the bedroom.

Mary smiled down at her partner.

Janet had continued her steady evolution, and was now truly a blob of a woman. She was sprawled back on the two massive mattresses stacked atop each other on the floor, her form propped against an assortment of fluffy pillows, her body outrageously fat and relentlessly curvy. All her limbs were thicker than tree trunks, her torso resembling an assortment of overstuffed bean bags. She was gigantic, her abdomen resembling a boulder as it throbbed and trembled continuously, emitting whines and gurgles. Each of her breasts was obscenely huge, both still bloated with milk despite that Janet’s body was being pumped continuously. There wasn’t a moment that Janet wasn’t hooked up to breast pumps, being drained of milk, yet she seemed to produce it faster. Her breasts pulsed as Janet squirmed lethargically, feebly smiling up at Mary.

Janet scarcely spoke anymore, which was largely due to her addiction. A thick tube was protruding from her mouth nearly every moment of every day as she sucked on milk from the very tanks where the pump deposited the milk it extracted from her.

Producing and consuming in an endless cycle, her body was only growing plumper, heaving higher and thicker as she gradually expanded. Mary thought Janet would outgrow the room in a matter of weeks. The thought evoked both thrill and trepidation.

Janet was truly a magnificent creature. Mary gazed at her fondly. “You are a milk-factory,” she teased as she approached, crawling onto what little space she could find on the mattress, squishing herself against Janet’s chunky body. “The two of us are going to be very rich women. And it’s all because of your crazy body.” She truly adored Janet. And Mary suspected the feeling was mutual.

Mary reached down, gently plucking the pump’s suction attachment away from Janet’s right nipple.

Mary then leaned down and took the golf ball-sized nipple into her mouth, eyes falling shut as she feasted on the sweet, creamy milk, which only seemed to grow more delicious with time.

As Mary suckled contentedly, Janet’s eyes went wide.

Janet drank from her tube, her mind churning. Despite that the supply was abundant, Janet couldn’t help worrying about whether she would have enough milk for Mary’s frequent snacking, as well as herself, and the business. Her eyes darted around as she was immersed in the ridiculous concern. Her greed spiked and she sucked faster.

As long as Janet could feast, not much else mattered to her.

The End