Kinktober 15 - Sci-fi (Patreon)

Kinktober prompt:
Sci-fi

Contains: Breast Expansion

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Kinktober 15 - Sci-fi

Kyr checked her reflection in the bakery window before stepping through the glass doors. It was against Imperial protocols to visit the same locale more than twice, but the opportunities were just too tempting. The smell of fresh pastries, cakes, and coffee hit her nose, and Kyr smiled.

The human woman behind the counter wore a white top and pink checkered apron and skirt. “Hello again! What can I get you?”

The seams of her outfit seemed to call out to Kyr to relieve their burden, and she was tempted to tithe the woman right in front of her. She resisted the urge, mentally chiding herself for coming here so often—if this woman recognized her, how many others might have?

“Coffee and a cinnamon roll,” Kyr ordered.

“Coming right up!” The woman smiled.

Kyr took her breakfast to a high-top table where she could survey the shop’s patrons. She’d replaced her Imperial uniform with the attire of the locals—stretchy black leggings and a baggy sweater. The sweater was a new addition she’d replicated; it concealed her form, allowing Kyr to tithe more fat before making herself conspicuous. Kyr sipped her coffee and absorbed 3kg from the bakery employee. She’d deposited her entire mass into K-1’s vault before beaming down, so she had plenty to work with. Her flat chest plumped up, disguised by her sweater.

The mothership had been in orbit around this “Earth” for nearly thirty cycles, and Kyr, K-715, had been in the top ten of Her Majesty’s tithe leaderboard for the past ten. Today would be the day Kyr reached number one. She glanced around the room, spotted a bottom-heavy blonde with a slice of cake, and took a kilogram from her bottom. Then another 2kg from an apple-shaped woman with a beverage that was more milkshake than coffee.

Kyr cut into her cinnamon roll with a fork and took a bite. The food on this planet was incredible—it was no wonder the populace was so ripe for Her Majesty’s harvest. Scanning the room, Kyr took a kilogram here, half a kilogram there, and before she was halfway through her roll, she was nearly back up to her standard K-cup size.

A shadow fell over her table, and a plump woman took the seat opposite Kyr.

“I know what you’re up to,” The woman whispered.

Kyr’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her face passive. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“My name’s Chelsea, and I want your help.”

Kyr sipped her coffee. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I doubt very much that I can ‘help’ you.”

The woman leaned in closer. “I’ve seen you in here almost every day this week. You’re flat when you come in, but your tits are huge by the time you leave. What’s your secret?”

A jolt of cold ran down Kyr’s spine. She scrambled for the correct human words. “You must be imagining things. I’ve been this size since high school.”

“I bet you think that sweater hides what you’re doing, but you’re not fooling me.”

Kyr started to panic. Stupid. It was pure stupidity to keep coming back to the same shop day after day. The protocols were clear. Eliminating a native would earn her an official reprimand, but revealing their presence to a primitive culture would mean the end of her career, if not her life.

Meeting the human’s eyes, Kyr said, “Perhaps we should have this discussion somewhere more… private.”

Chelsea’s eyes sparkled. “I knew it! Go to the restroom; I’ll follow you.”

Reluctant to let her prey out of her sight but left with no good alternative, Kyr popped her last bite between her lips and drained her cup. She tried to keep a casual demeanor as she crossed the shop to the bathrooms. True to her word, Chelsea followed two long minutes later.

Kyr fingered the multitool in her pocket. It was designed to look like the devices humans used to operate their vehicles. As Chelsea locked the door behind them, Kyr touched a finger to the disintegration button, then stopped. Standing a few paces away, she was able to fully take in the human’s body. Clearly a frequent customer at the bakery, Kyr estimated Chelsea’s weight at 200kg, if not more. Her thighs touched all the way to her knees, her hips were wider than her shoulders, and her arms were bigger around than Kyr’s waist. Her breasts were no more than an E-cup. They would have been a perfectly respectable human size—if the rest of her body wasn’t so… substantial.

Chelsea stepped into Kyr’s personal space, forcing her back against the bathroom wall. “Help me, please. Tell me your secret! How do you make them so big?”

Pride swelled in Kyr. She couldn’t possibly let all this go to waste. She let her multitool drop into her pocket. “I think I can help you, after all.”

“So you’ll tell me? Teach me how?”

“Unfortunately, no. I am forbidden from sharing that knowledge. You wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway.”

Chelsea opened her mouth, but Kyr cut her off. “And before you ask, no, I can’t make yours bigger.”

“But—“

“I cannot give, only take.”

The human glanced to the side, hesitating a fraction of a second. “Alright, then, take it. Take it all, please?”

Kyr’s wicked grin showed too many teeth. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With the power she only used in feather touches, Kyr gripped the woman. The fat poured into her in a torrent. Euphoria flooded her body, and she barely stopped herself from crying out in ecstasy. Her sweater grew tight as it filled with flesh, a constant stream of adipose flowing into her chest as Chelsea’s own clothes went from tight to comfortable, to loose, to baggy. The threads on Kyr’s sweater started to pop as she outgrew it, her breasts projecting forward centimeter by centimeter. Chelsea’s pants started to slide off her diminishing hips. She clutched the waistband, then was knocked to her deflating ass by Kyr’s monumental bosom.

Hungrily, Kyr pulled more and more. She felt like her body was aflame with pleasure. She very nearly took every spare drop, leaving the human a desiccated husk. But at the last possible second, she gripped her self-control and snuffed out her power. It was like the worst edging she’d ever experienced, and every part of her body yearned for those last few drops from her prey.

Kyr staggered, then was borne to the ground by a pair of breasts that outweighed the rest of her body threefold. Chelsea sat on the tiled floor, swimming in a pile of clothing now far too large for her slim frame. The only fat Kyr had left on the woman’s body were her original breasts. In properly fitting clothes, her figure would indeed be quite impressive for a human. Assuming, of course, she didn’t go back out into the bakery and fill herself up all over again.

Chelsea smiled with joy as she ran her hands all over her newly trimmed body, then saw Kyr’s truly enormous breasts. Her face fell, and she said, “Are you sure you can’t give me a little more?”

Kyr scowled at the human, wishing she’d gone ahead and drained her. She fished the multitool from her pocket and pressed a button. Chelsea collapsed to the floor, unconscious. The bakery staff would find her soon enough, and she’d have no memory of the past hour. But now, Kyr had to bend protocol a little bit. She touched another button, “K-715 requesting transport.”

K-715 smiled as her body vanished in a glow of vertical pink lights. That number one spot this cycle was hers.