Twins Tackling the Twin Peaks (Stream fic~) (Patreon)

Kimi loved her new job but wow was it draining - in more ways than one.

In theory, all Kimi had to do was milk herself twice a day in the amazing milking room that Jenny (her new boss) had gotten custom-made for her. Heck, Kimi was even on a salary, so she still got paid the same even on bad milk days - and BOY did she get paid. The small-village ushi had never seen so many zeros in her bank account before. Nor had she had a bank account before. She had to make one just to keep all her zeros in.

In actuality, her job also had the small stipulation of needing to be ‘on-call’ for the time in-between her milkings. Kimi hadn’t really understood what that had meant when she was reading her contract, but between signing a two-year contract with someone she’d just met and going back to eating clearance wheat and drinking her own milk… Kimi had decided to take her chances.

Being ‘on-call’ basically just meant that Kimi had to spend the rest of her day in the Demi-Vogue building helping out. It really wasn’t bad at all. Tiring, sure, but way less so than when she was standing in the heat outside all day and getting ignored while trying to sell her milk. Now she spent her day inside running papers between floors, helping with props on photo shoots, running errands for models, and most notably, transporting her milk to either the kitchen or straight to the XL+ models. Jenny had said this was to prevent theft. Kimi didn’t get why someone would want to steal her milk, but it kept her busy, so she didn’t mind.

Plus, the short ushi had gotten to meet a bunch of cool people from her milk runs. The XL+ department had a bunch of models; some temporary, some seasonal, and some permanent. Sima was a seasonal model who worked in the foodie division from Fall’s start through Christmas, then in the BBW division from Christmas through Spring’s end. Kimi could see why - the tiny yeti had packed on at least twenty pounds since Kimi had first seen her, filling out her curves and giving her an adorable potbelly. By the time Spring rolled around, they’d probably need to start rolling Sima around.

Kimi had also met a dragonoid who did shoots while she was pregnant (or egg-nant, as she’d put it), a couple of permanent-contract hobbit women who were able to put away enough food to make Kimi sick just thinking about it, and a temporary-contract nekomata that had put on an absurd amount of weight through a lab accident and was living it up before her body shed off all of the weight. Those weren’t the only ones either. Trying to remember all the new people she’d met made Kimi’s head swim. She’d only ever had to remember a handful of people back home and they were all Ushis. This was probably that culture-shock thing her ma had warned her about.

It was actually pretty fun, all things considered. She felt really appreciated here. The smiles on the models’ faces as they enjoyed her milk made her feel all warm and gooey inside. In fact, she was about to be able to enjoy that same feeling in just a moment here.

Kimi was on her way to a model’s room in the stuffing division with a gallon of milk from that morning. It was getting close to her evening milking time, so this would likely be her last errand of the day. She was thankful for that. She’d been splurging on a lot of tasty food since she actually had an income now and it’d had an impact on her milk production. The elevator she was riding came to a stop and Kimi’s boobs wobbled uncomfortably in her overtaxed bra. Damnit, was she going to have to order a new bra from home? Bras made for Ushis were so expensive, but… she supposed she could afford it now, at least…

Either way, Kimi had a job to finish before she could consider going bra shopping. The elevator doors whooshed open and she stepped out. She usually had a cart for moving milk between floors, but it was totally unnecessary for just a single gallon. Let’s see… Jenny’s assistant Valerie had said it was staging room eight on this floor, right? Nine through sixteen were that way, so eight was… right here!

Kimi approached the door and knocked. She hadn’t been to the stuffing division very often since it was a small division and not many people could handle drinking a ton of ushi milk without getting sick. Kimi glanced at the nameplate. Agate… and Aurora? Weird. Even in the overpopulated BBW division, Kimi hadn’t seen anyone needing to share a staging room. Were there more stuffers here than she thought?

“Come in,” Came a cold, disinterested voice from inside the room. Kimi definitely didn’t recognize the voice. Sometimes she forgot names, but she usually remembered voices. She hadn’t met this lady yet. Or… these ladies? Kimi was still confused on that part. Well, regardless…

“I’m coming in then,” Kimi announced as she let herself through the door. The staging room was as expected. There was a uniform layout to all the staging rooms save for the ones designed with specific demi-needs in mind, such as indoor pools for aquatic demis or climate-controlled rooms for temperate-sensitive demis. Other than those instances, the rooms were elegant and simple: a large, comfortable couch against one wall with a sturdy coffee table in front, a wardrobe in the corner, a table for food and drinks in another corner, and a full vanity for make-up and hair.

What wasn’t expected was the occupants of the room. Both Agate and Aurora seemed to be in here, but which was which was impossible to know. This wasn’t because Kimi had never met them, mind; the two looked identical. EXACTLY identical. One was resting on the staging room’s couch in a purple floral robe while the other was just now changing into an identical robe by the wardrobe. They had short sandy-blonde hair, tanned skin, sharp features, and tired-looking silver eyes. They were both short - uh, actually, Kimi had come to learn that being shorter than her wasn’t actually short. By average standards, Kimi was tall, so since these two were only a head shorter than her… they were average, maybe? Either way, there was no debate that they were slim. It was clear how little meat they had on them even through their fluffy robes. They didn’t look bony, though. In fact, they really should look bony, but they just… don’t?

In fact, the more Kimi looked, the more unnatural these two looked. Their hair didn’t seem to fall as hair should, their eyes seemed to be perpetually out of focus, and their skin was completely unblemished even though they didn’t have make-up on yet. Everything about them seemed perfectly normal, but… like it was forced to be normal? Was that weird? Was Kimi overthinking things? Maybe she was just a little tired…

She shook her head. Then she smiled and set the gallon of milk on the coffee table by the woman sitting down. “Alright, one gallon of pure ushi milk! Is there anything else you two need?”

“Hmm… maybe.” “Hmm… perhaps.”

A shiver ran down Kimi’s spine. The two had spoken at the exact same time. Not in the ‘jinx, you owe me a soda, haha!’ kind of way. It was in the creepy horror movie kind of way. Kimi hadn’t liked that. She hadn’t liked it one single bit.

The one on the couch looked Kimi up and down. Her eyes lingered on Kimi’s chest. “We misjudged what we needed. We could actually use another gallon.”

“Uh… right. Ok.” Kimi glanced over at the other woman. She had gone over to the snack table and was helping herself to some fruit from a fresh platter. Also, now that Kimi was really looking… “Uh… pardon my asking, but… aren’t you two human…?”

The one by the table shrugged. “Failed humans. Close, but not quite there.”

Kimi pursed her lips. Rrriiiiiight. Ok. Still weird. “Ok. So, uh, I’m gonna go get that extra gallon for you, so just hang tight and I’ll be right back-”

“Hold on a second.”

Wait where had that voice- Oh wow, the one by the table was next to her now. How had she done that? She linked an arm through Kimi’s, then- oh, now the one that’d been on the couch was linking through her other arm. These two were, uh, really fast, weren’t they?

“You don’t need to go get any more milk,” the one on Kimi’s left said.

“B-But didn’t you just ask for-”

“No, you misheard,” the right one said. Kimi was getting walked forward by these women that were likely half her weight. They were so strong! Why were they so strong?

Kimi ended up getting dragged down onto the couch as the two clones sat down on either side of her with arms still linked. A bead of sweat ran down her neck. She wasn’t used to being pushed around like this. “Uh… wh-what are you doing?”

“Just getting you settled,” the left one said nonchalantly.

“You look awfully uncomfortable, after all,” the right one commented.

“Oh… do I?” Kimi frowned. She did feel tense, actually. Her bra was really cutting in tightly today - more so than it usually did at the end of the day. “I guess I am pretty uncomfortable right now.”

“Well, there is an old saying.”

“Something about killing two birds with one stone?”

What were these two- oh. She looked between the two women, who were both looking at Kimi with an eyebrow raised. Then Kimi looked down at her chest, which was noticeably taking up more of her vision than usual. “Look, I- I really shouldn’t-”

“Why not?”

Kimi looked to her right. “Because we could get in trouble-”

“The doors have locks and we won’t tell.”

Kimi looked to her left. “I-It’s not right! It’s immoral!”

“Morality was invented by humans. Why do we need it?”

Kimi blinked. She looked to her right again. “Wait, what? Morality is a universal concept.”

The woman on Kimi’s right froze. Then she said, “Sis, you said that’d work.”

“No, I didn’t. I said it wouldn’t. You mistook my thoughts for yours again.”

The right one frowned. “Did I?”

“You did.”

“...Damn.”

Bewildered, Kimi stammered, “I… what? What is going on?”

The woman on Kimi’s left sighed. Then she stated, “We’re hungry and we’re horny. We know you’re too full of milk right now. Why not let us solve all of our problems?”

Kimi gulped. She really could just go upstairs and milk herself in a few minutes. Sure, her boobs hurt now, but it’d be fine shortly. So why… why was she so tempted to give in? She’d let Sima have her way because she’d desperately needed the money back then, so why now when there was nothing to gain…?

Meanwhile, the two sisters had started to bicker. “Sis, you put her off,” Came the right one’s voice. “I told you we should’ve offered to pay her.”

“She makes more than we do. There’s no point.”

“So? Money’s money. I’d let someone milk me if they paid and I could be milked.”

“As would I, but that’s beside the point. We might be the same but she’s not us.”

Kimi took a deep breath. She could feel her face starting to heat up just from reaching her final conclusion. She might well hate herself for this later… but… she felt like she would regret it more than she’d hate herself if she said no. So…

“Just… be gentle, ok?”

The identical women stopped their spat. They both looked up at Kimi. “By that, do you mean…”

“...You’re willing?”

Kimi grimaced. Then she unlinked her arms from the other two’s and raised them above her head. “D-Don’t make me regret this by drinking only a little, ok?”

There was a beat of tense silence. Then two. Three. Then, in perfect sync, the two women grabbed the hem of Kimi’s shirt. After being told by Jenny how hideous her old yellow and red clothes were together, Kimi had chosen to keep her bright yellow tops while replacing her various red bottoms with Beiges and blacks. That’s exactly what Kimi had on today; a black skirt that reached to about her fingertips and a tight sunshine yellow v-neck that felt several degrees tighter in the chest than usual. A tight v-neck that got stuck on her breasts for a moment before Agate and Aurora managed to pop her cleavage out from its confines, leaving them to bounce freely in their industrial-grade holster.

Well… normally, her breasts were pretty bouncy. Today, though, they were so full of milk and tightly bound by her bra that they barely wobbled at all even after their sudden forceful release. Jeez, Kimi hadn’t realized just how full she was!

The hungry duo stood up to finish pulling off Kimi’s shirt. Then, while one of them quickly went to lock the staging room door, the other leaned in close - too close! Oh, she- she was just getting Kimi’s bra. Right. Just her bra. Ok. Th-That was fine. Kimi was so full that she would’ve had a lot of trouble reaching her bra’s clasps anyways, so th-this was good. Yeah. Good. Right.

After a few seconds of deft fiddling, Kimi could feel her bra starting to give. Finally, her chest swelled forward as her bra popped off of her engorged teats. Kimi’s already flushed face burned even hotter as her chest was finally bare for both of the other women to see. God, she could even feel herself starting to leak! She was just so full! Why did her boobs have to be so overproductive today of all days?

“Then, can we…?” “Then, may we…?”

“Y-Yes, just- just do it. Just do it!”

She didn’t have to tell them twice. After a quick glance at one another, the two identical women pushed the coffee table away. They knelt down in the open space and-

“O-OooOOH- Ooooooooh, GOD…”

They had latched onto Kimi’s breasts at the same moment, sending hot flashes of euphoria through Kimi’s whole body. It had only taken a few nibbles from each one before Kimi’s chest had given up its tenuous grip on its milk. Aurora and Agate’s cheeks bulged as they rapidly filled with milk. Kimi could hear them start to noisily swallow, but even with all that noise, their cheeks would quickly puff back out within seconds.

Kimi groaned and leaned back on the sofa, letting the moment wash over her. She sometimes got excited from the feeling of milking herself, but it was nothing compared to THIS. Now she understood why she’d been so tempted - those feelings towards the end of Sima’s gluttonous rampage hadn’t been a one-time deal. They were very real, very present - and she was feeling them all over again.

As if the flow wasn’t already too fast for them, the two women on her breasts were reaching up and fondling the sides of her chest. Small trembles shook Kimi’s spine as she felt the milk inside her surge out somehow even stronger. She could see some tears dotting the corners of one woman’s eyes, could see milk dribbling down the chin of the other. Yet still they greedily clung on, still drank and drank.

Still, after a few minutes, they finally broke away. They were gasping for breath, faces wet with milk and their chests heaving. One of them belched wetly and the other just laughed with a stupid look on her face. “That- that was so much better than just drinking it!”

“R-*HuuuOOOORPP* Right?” The other one had flopped back onto her rear to lean against the coffee table. She wiped her mouth on her robe’s sleeve and hiccuped. Then she rested a hand on her stomach. “Think the producer will be satisfied with these?”

The other one licked her lips and tugged on the sash of her robe, loosening it. “At this point? We might have overdone it.”

The two of them, true to everything they’d done so far, seemed to have chugged about the exact same amount of milk from Kimi’s chest. They sported identically bloated bellies that bulged from their purple robes and pulled at their sashes. The one that had loosened her sash was showing her straining skin underneath while the other was still tightly tied, making the taut dome seem somewhat bisected. Still, both seemed stuffed to the brim and entirely satisfied.

Kimi, however, was unsatisfied.

That was it? After all that hemming and hawing, all that internal turmoil, and after the final release - this was IT? Those two had drunk about a gallon, maybe five liters each! Sure, they really had needed more milk, but she’d told them to not to make her regret it! Sure, she hadn’t been expecting Sima levels of gluttony (that little menace could really put it away), but she’d been hoping for at least half of each tit to be emptied!

“Uh… is that it?”

The one with a loosened sash blinked. “Oh, yes. We could drink more, but we’ve been instructed to limit ourselves.”

“We’re apparently the only models in the division with a modicum of self-control, so we do the smaller-sized shoots,” the other one said. She eyed Kimi’s chest, which the ushi could feel was still leaking onto her legs. “We’re sorry, we weren’t aware just how much you had stored.”

“You weren’t aware? Really?” Kimi seethed quietly. She was normally pretty laid back, but her hormones were all out of whack right now between her diet change, this whole tit-sucking thing, and- oh God, it was November, wasn’t it? She was in heat! THAT was why she was producing so much milk! It hadn’t mattered much in her home village since she’d never done anything like this there! Shit! Still, knowing that didn’t change the fact that she needed this milk out - and preferably, she wanted it to skip the bottle.

Kimi shifted forward on the couch and leaned forward, boobs dangling low. She could actually feel the milk slosh in them from how full they still were, sending an extra shiver down her spine. She eyed the two women, who (while heavily bloated) were eyeing her swaying chest like it was candy. Then she said, “If you stop now, this is the last time. Ever. Totally ever.”

“What?”

They were so in unison on that one that it didn’t even sound like an echo anymore. Damn it, Kimi wasn’t used to pushing like this, but still - she couldn’t just let it stop here! “I- uh, you heard me! If you stop drinking now, then this is never happening again! B-But I- I, uh… I might let you do it again if- if it ends up being good. Good for me, I mean.”

She’d tried to sound as in charge as possible but Kimi was sweating bullets as the two glutted women raised an eyebrow each. Ooooh, please don’t let her come off as too pushy! She couldn’t back down now though! Her brow twitched as she tried to maintain that aura of confidence she’d built up for selling her milk. Come on… come oooon…!

Finally, after an unbearable amount of quiet and with Kimi on the verge of breaking, the two women looked at each other. Then they looked back to Kimi with small smirks on their faces.

“Choosing between a lecture from our producer for overstuffing ourselves or never getting to have fun like this again? What do you think, sis?” Whichever of the A-named women with the loosened sash asked cheekily while licking her lips.

“It’s not even up for debate~,” The other A-woman answered while moving from her ass to her knees so as to be able to reach Kimi.

Before the newly excited ushi even had a chance to react, both of the glutted women had grabbed one of her arms and yanked her forward. With a squeak of distress, Kimi fell forward thanks to her extra top weight - right on top of the hungry duo. In a seemingly rehearsed fashion, they fell backward as the larger woman fell forward. Kimi ended up on her hands and knees directly above the gluttonous twins - though not face to face. Kimi’s boobs couldn’t even be described as dangling anymore; they were fully resting on the faces of her two eager feedees, totally smothering them. They didn’t seem to mind in the least, though.

A sharp rush of pleasure surged down Kimi’s spine as she once again felt that addicting feeling of lips locking onto her teats. In just seconds, the milk leaving her breasts had rocketed from a trickle back to a gushing flow that Kimi was sure would drown the eager sisters if they didn’t manage to keep up - if they didn’t suffocate from being smothered first, at least. Still, Kimi was sure they’d pull out before that… hopefully.

The small, morbid concern of accidentally killing someone via massive milkers was quickly extinguished by another rush of excitement going through her body. Gods below, she could feel their bellies pressing into her thighs more and more as they swelled! The large woman was effectively straddling the two thin ones between her knees with their bellies at the perfect spot. She shivered as the taut, warm flesh of their overfilled guts pushed further up and into her sensitive thighs. F-Fuck, this was… too good…!

The drinking that had happened before had been great but felt like it had gone by in a flash. This time, however - as the two noisily gulped down the endless torrent of milk rushing out of Kimi’s breasts, time seemed to slow to a standstill. She never wanted this moment to end! Sima had had to learn how to use their teeth to urge Kimi’s body to release milk, but these two had picked up the trick so naturally. They teased and sucked so expertly that it made Kimi wonder if they’d glutted themselves like this before-

OH! Sh-Shit! Their guts were so massive that they were actively spreading her thighs apart! They were pushing up, creeping up her thighs to more and more sensitive areas until-

“H-HNG!” Yes! They were pressing right into the perfect spot! Kimi’s lower body was resting more and more on the turgid orbs that kept swelling beneath her. Her knees were getting shoved further and further apart. Yes, yes, YES!

Electric fire danced along Kimi’s spine and she clenched her legs together, urging them to stay on the ground so that the taut balls of hot milk would press harder into her. N-Not much more now! Just a bit more pressure- just a few more tugs! She was so close! Just- Just a bit- MORE-!

*Huuu-OOOOOOOoouuuuuUUUUUUrrrr-*

*HIC-uuuuuOOOooUUUUUUURRRRR-*

After experiencing one last moment of frantic bliss, Kimi had flopped over onto her side and off of the two women beneath her. The very moment her tits had popped out of their mouths, two cup-rattling belches had erupted from their mouths. For several minutes, none of the three spoke. There was just belching, ominous gurgling, and a lot of panting - with the last sound coming from all three of them.

Finally, after managing to reform enough of her melted brain to function again, Kimi forced herself to sit up. In doing so, she immediately felt how much easier it was to move than it should have been. She looked down at her chest and grimaced. Lords, she’d gone down at least two cup sizes. She would only have half of her usual milk for tonight. That was ok since she’d been producing more milk than was being used so they’d built up a stockpile, but if she kept giving ‘personal feedings’ like this, then there might be problems. Which sucked, since even in the post-climax glow, Kimi still felt like this had been a good idea - which meant she was definitely going to want to do this again. Damn it.

Kimi glanced over at the wonder twins. They both seemed like they were slipping into a food coma at this point. Considering the amount of pure ushi milk they’d drunk, it was a miracle that a food coma was the worst thing happening to them. They must have drunk at least two and a half gallons each with the size that Kimi’s boobs had shrunk to. They looked it too. Their bellies stuck straight up in the air, taut and sleek with sweat from the warm milk heating up their bodies. They’d also rounded out, becoming more like balls attached by tanned skin (that had grown slightly pink in places) to their torsos than like domes. The two had been laying like sardines pressed between Kimi’s legs, but without Kimi to hold their bellies in place, the turgid orbs were pressing into each other and causing each sister to tilt slightly away from the other.

Despite the shame and embarrassment fluttering around in Kimi’s head like a flock of deaf bats, the ushi couldn’t help but giggle. Those bellies were so close to bursting, and it was all thanks to her. All that rich, tasty milk filling those balloon bellies, making those guts wail and complain from having to digest so much heavy liquid. There was some kind of twisted pride there that Kimi just couldn’t shake… heheh…

At least, she couldn’t shake it until there was a pounding on the door followed by an irritated, “Aurora! Agate! You were supposed to be on set five minutes ago! What’s going on!?”

Uh-oh. Here we go again…

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All Kimi could do was smile nervously at Jenny. Her boss was doing anything but smile, however. She had her fingers pressed into her temple with her eyes closed. Then, finally, she asked in a voice that sounded seconds away from snapping, “I understand how this happened with Sima. But how - HOW - did this end up happening with Agate and Aurora!? Those two are supposed to be the RESPONSIBLE ones! They NEVER overstuff before a shoot!”

“Uh… Th-That might be, uh… my fault?” Kimi squawked nervously. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before giving another awkward half-smile. “Heheh?”

“Your fault… right…” Jenny breathed. She opened one eye and gave Kimi a piercing stare. Then she leaned back in her seat and let out a despondent sigh. “Well… I suppose there’s nothing that can be done now. You’re just lucky that Aurora and Agate are homunculi. In addition to a lot of other features, whatever mad scientists made them designed their bodies to not produce fat after a certain amount. We’d have to discuss damages with you if your actions had broken a contract demanding a certain body ratio.”

A pale fog rolled over Kimi’s brain. She might have a bank account now, but she couldn’t go around paying out damages and fines and stuff! She wasn’t rich! Fines were still really bad for her!

Jenny sighed again. Then she continued. “However, we might need to rediscuss your contract if this personal service treatment is going to become a regular thing for you…”

The fog was gone, yet Kimi’s head stayed empty. Not a single thought ran through her mind as she jolted upright and squeaked, “N-N-No, please! I promise I won’t do it again! I- I really, REALLY don’t want to lose this job!”

Jenny blinked. “What? Oh, no, firing you was never even a consideration. Even if you made all of our stuffing models go up ten sizes, it wouldn’t be a consideration.”

“Wha… oh. Uh… wow,” Kimi breathed as her whole body unclenched at once. After the initial relief was gone, though, Kimi was just confused. “Then what would need to be rediscussed?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Jenny mused. She leaned forward and grabbed a pen and a notebook. As she started writing, she gave Kimi a wary side-eye. “We’d just need to add a few clauses. Namely, whether your ‘special feedings’ need to be punished or counted as an extra service for the models - and if it’s a service, then how much ‘service’ you can provide…”

Oh. Oh, right. A deep scarlet started to creep up Kimi’s cheeks. This was going to get really awkward, wasn’t it? Oh boy…

Still… even though this discussion was going to be humiliating, she wasn’t getting fired, so in Kimi’s head… this had been totally worth it~.

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Uh-oh, the tum girl wrote tit stuff again. The world is ending. Time to get into the bunkers and hide.

In all seriousness tho, from-the-source content hits me in a way that no other content does. I don't always wanna see it, but when I do... BOY does it fuckin' hit, lol.

tbh, I'm not 100% satisfied with how Kimi's character developed in this fic, but... eh. It's alright. If push comes to shove, I can always make Gelica my from-the-source character, right?

Also, this was a fic that I (mostly) wrote on-stream! If you wanna see my writing process or just get an early peek at exclusives, then I feel free to pop into the next one if you can~. I'm gonna try and have them on the 21st of every month and will let y'all know beforehand the time.