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Tit Tok
Commissioned by echo
Written by HarmonyMotion

Prologue - Social Media Encourages New Depravities...

[the link opens]

“How looooooong can you hold it? Can you winnnnnn the Tit Tok challenge? #TitTok #Milk #Boooooobies” the eerie, creepy, human yet robotic sounding female voice intoned.

Paula Presti - College Content Creator

“So... hi guys! It’s me, Paula, PPresti1167zzz comin’ at cha’ with another video! For the next however long I can manage, we’re going to be doing a challenge! The challenge... is...”

The camera made a jump cut to the brunette college girl in her absolute pigsty of a dorm room. She was dressed in a plain cotton bra and a pair of baggy, white and blue checkered pajama pants with an elastic waistband. Her beautiful, large, spherical breasts threatened to spill out of that thin and fraying top.

“Tada!!!” she bounced into the frame, her large tatas bouncing violently in the poor support garment. It had seen better days, and each day, its straps were on the verge of fraying and disintegrating into nothingness from holding up PPresti1167zzz’s udders.

“I’m feeling so full lately...” she leaned in, swiveling her torso lasciviously and making her heavy bosom undulate left to right, jiggling, bouncing, crashing into each other. The creamy tops of her cleavage rippled, as if to show the world just how much milk she was carrying inside of her.

“And I think I’m absolutely about to burst!” Paula pinched the cloth covering her large, protruding dark nubs. Her little shiver of delight would be replayed hundreds of times by her millions of followers the world over. People would zoom in, examine the nice, irregular bumps of her aureola, looking for any sign of liquid leaking out of her constantly churning and producing breasts. Others would morph the video, making her even more well-endowed than she already was. Photo edits of her positively spraying milk, traditionally drawn fan art, and all that kind of stuff was bound to surface. Rule 34 demanded it.

Meanwhile, Paula was making a killing from all of the views and ad revenue. Especially considering she fit all this into her free time as a college student. And this would serve as a further advertisement for her MilkyFans where she charged per message and shared private videos of her intense, gallon-filling lactation sessions. Literally. Her milk was the highest value per fluid ounce compared to any other drink on the planet.

And she didn’t even need to introduce gaudy gold leaf in it to artificially jack up the price!

Indeed, Paula milk bottles were one of the hottest selling things on the internet. But she never expected to start a whole movement with her fun little invented challenge.

“So, starting... now!” Paula pointed toward the ceiling like a weather reporter, knowing from experience that she was just at the perfect height to fix it in post processing later, “... is my timer! Let’s see how long I can go before I give in and have to churn out some milk, hmm?” Paula giggled and winked at the camera, giving her breasts another shake to remind everyone of why they were there.

Sure enough, the seconds counter began ticking up.

“See all of you lovely fans on my next video!” Paula’s video faded to black.

The Tit Tok logo appeared on the screen with some colorful vibrations and dancing, round fruit.

“Hey guys... so it’s been like... twelve hourssssss,” Paula hissed as she walked around her college campus. “Hey, hi, yeah, it’s me! No, you can’t touch!” she fought off her admirers. “So anywayyyy... I’m feeling super duper full! See? Can you hear it? Can you?”

The timer in the upper right corner was still running. It read 12:05:09 and was ticking upward.

She moved the phone against her knit top. None of her breasts were visible, but they were definitely audible. She shook those mammaries and they sloshed violently, slamming left to right with more force than ever before, bouncing up and down, slapping her ribs with a loud smack. As the video played, emojis of glasses of milk began to appear on the screen.

It sounded like violent crashing surfs on rock... enormous tidal waves crashing onto sandy shores, shattering trees and buildings in its wake. Like the sound of sweet, sweet, milky heaven, a symphony of cream overflowing its boundaries and flooding the land with a new biblical start.

Paula pulled her phone back out from between her engulfing tits where she’d nearly lost track of it.

“Twelve hours! How long can I go? And how many gallons will I produce at the end?” she giggled.

Holding the phone back in front of her with her arm fully extended—which was barely far enough for it not to be touching her breasts—Paula giggled, flashed a V sign, and ended the video.

The Tit Tok logo appeared on the screen with some colorful vibrations and dancing, round fruit.

“Hey guyssss... class was soooo fun,” a relocated Paula introduced the video from the college cafeteria. She had in front of her a plate of sloppy pasta covered with not quite enough tomato sauce, a salad drenched in Italian dressing, and, of course, a few, tall glasses of milk, some mixed with chocolate.

“I know what you’re thinking, you dirty, dirty boys and girls,” Paula tsked, flipping the camera to focus on the milk. “And... no! It’s not mine! We’re still going! I just gotta keep up my strength to make sure I can survive this challenge! Your girl PPresti is a fertile, growing woman, after all!”

She put the camera on a stand next to her food, pointing it at herself. She was now dressed in a white button down blouse with the top buttons undone, her collar flaring widely to expose that lovely expanse of welcoming, cavernous cleavage. The fact that her breasts were being pushed together and upward at all was a lust-inducing sight to behold. They wobbled and jiggled, noticeably more fluid than they otherwise were. In fact, some of her superfans had built a tracker to quantify and crowdsource the jiggle-factor of her breasts.

“Did you know that they have an intro to beer and wine class? It’s the tits!” Paula gave them another patented wiggle to go along with her catchphrase. “We just taste it and take notes! Look at these notes I took!”

She reached into her backpack to pull out a series of decorated notecards with categories like Look, Smell, Taste, Experience. The left column contained the names of the beers, and for all of her notes, she had some illegibly scribbled words.

“No guys, I know what you’re thinking. I wasn’t druuunk when I wrote this. Come on! It’s the tiiiiniest sip they gave us! You’d think with all the tuition money you guys give me... I mean, the tuition money that I pay, they’d give us a little more, am I right!? Anyway, I just have this chicken scratch handwriting, haha!”

Paula brought the card close to the camera and pointed out her columns.

“This one says good... this one says bad... this one says ‘smells like oranges,’ see? That one was my favorite.”

Paula put the card back into her backpack.

“And, oh, I learned something else today. You know how you can tell if something has a lot of alcohol in it or not? You swirl it...”

Paula leaned forward, yelping at the last moment as her mountainous breasts hovered over her food tray. She pushed the pasta out of the way so as not to stain her blouse a garish red, then grabbed a cup of plain, whole milk and brought it into frame.

“And you swirl it around the sides of the glass, and you see if it’s like... slow on the glass or not! Like this! See how it dribbles down the side of my plastic cup?” Paula demonstrated badly, causing a mini whirlpool that splashed over the edge of her school’s cheap cup and splashing it onto her blouse, causing a dark, wet stain on the chest area of her blouse.

She gasped in shock but continued the motion, trying to get it more around the nipple area of her shirt. She succeeded. The dark stain and the wet fabric clung to her permanently engorged, inch-long nipples, sticking to them and making her chocolate peaks extremely pronounced.

Paula smiled wickedly at her tease.

“Oh wait, hang on, I need to drink some so I don’t spill...”

The buxom brunette brought the glass to her bubblegum lips and seductively traced her tongue over the fleshy folds of her mouth. A quick zoom in of the video, and...

“Mmm...”

Paula drank hastily, letting the milk dribble down the sides of her mouth while her throat expanded and contracted as she swallowed. The thin streams of white liquid dripped on her blouse, and her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to swallow the huge loads she was pouring down her gullet.

“Ahh...” she loudly declared before dabbing the sides of her mouth with a napkin. “Oopsie!” A quick, faux abashed glance downward confirmed what she already knew. She covered her bulging chest coquettishly with her forearms.

“That was nice, but it’s nothing compared to mine! I’m sooooooo full now!”

The timer now read two days and change, and was still ticking upward.

The Tit Tok logo heralded the end of the video.

“Soooooo guys... check it out! I’m just coming back from the bathroom... I gotta say, my boobs are pretty sore,” Paula spoke into the camera as she walked down the distinguished hallway of her school. Even without bringing the phone closer, the sound of her sloshing milk inside of those feminine jugs echoed along the hallway. Each step she took, every bounce in her gait was another huge, crashing wave of her milky ocean traveling through the passages of her school.

“Is that... omg!” Paula had the camera tilted at her attention-grabbing chest when she finally noticed a dark spot along the peak of her left tit. She covered it up with her arm in genuine embarrassment—not like her little coy teasing from before. “Oh shit guys...” she bit her lip with real consternation as her eyes darted side to side instead of looking into her phone camera like a pro. She used her phone as a makeshift mirror, tilting it down once more to catch a peek before moving it away once again.

“Maybe I shouldn’t even upload this...”

The timer read 2 days, 18 hours, 17 minutes.

She put her over the camera to cut it to black. When the feed came back, she was in class. If the timer was to be trusted, it was just a few minutes beyond her last video.

Her face was directly in front of the camera, her conspiratorial yet slightly hesitant face filled the frame. When she leaned back, the damp spot on her blouse had dried off a little, but the aftermath was still visible.

“We’re in class! I just got back from the bathroom, and it’s beer tasting time!”

“Paula! Are you recording!?” one of the male students asked loudly.

She gave a startled jump.

“Hey, shut up Jake!” she whispered to her intrusive classmate.

“I don’t like this one,” he was swirling a vino in his glass. “You want it?”

“Hang on, let me try mine...”

Paula looked at the camera and held the glass of wine by the stem with her little pinky held out and her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

“Gotta do the wine snob things!” she giggled.

She swirled the glass and let the red alcohol adhere to the sides, then let it rest and watched it trickle down. She also shifted her torso, perhaps a little uncomfortably.

“This thing’s got legs! That means it’s pretty strong in alcohol!” she commented.

Paula stuck her nose into the glass and took a deep whiff as an impish grin appeared on her face. She snorted extra hard for effect. And then coughed.

“Oh god, it burns a little,” she blew out her nose and rubbed it.

“You still recording this?” Jake asked.

Paula turned her back to him, gave her breasts a big shake into the camera, and then downed the whole glass of wine. She smacked her lips loudly.

“Well? Want mine?” Jake repeated.

“Ah... sure! Why not! Wait, you didn’t put anything in it, did you?”

“Come on, I’m not a creep. No, I just took a sip.”

Paula took his glass, sniffed it, and downed it. Then belched.

A few more drinks later with Jake giving Paula her drinks, and she was becoming visibly flushed.

“Phew! It’s getting hot in here!” Paula fanned herself with a notebook as she undid a button. Her voice was raised, her ears burning red as her accelerated heartbeat rattled loudly inside of her head.

Jake noticed that she was getting tipsy. As well as her other classmates.

They all began to gather around the Tit Tok star as she became more handsy and flirty, teasing and nagging other students. One student went to distract the teacher. She would be later hailed as a hero as she faked illness to get the teacher to take her to the medical center.

“Here Paula, have mine!”

“You liked that one, Paula? Here! I don’t want mine!”

Each tasting pour was tiny, but drinking all of those little flutes were taking its toll on Paula. Her speech was slightly slurred, and her balance was helter skelter. More and more of her blouse came undone until the whole thing was undone. The fabric hung outside the outer curve of her prodigious breasts as her bra struggled against the greatest weight it had ever had the glory to struggle against.

“Guys!!! Thish ish sho good! You should have shum!” Paula laughed. She totally forgot that her camera was running.

All of the boys and girls hurried to give Paula their drinks. When she cheered, they all took a sip. But otherwise, everything went to the busty girl with her breasts spilling out of her bra.

“Guys? I feel a little funny...” Paula placed her hand flat on a desk and leaned her hip into it.

“Oh shit! She’s gonna puke!” One of her classmates yelled. Jake went to grab Paula’s phone, looked straight into the camera, and cackled as he brought it over for a good front row seat of Paula’s antics.

“No, it’sh not that...” Paula protested. “Not gonna hurl... it’s... my boobs...”

She began to massage her breasts openly. Her dark aureola popped out of her thin, punished bra. The crowd gasped as they watched Paula squeeze and jiggle those incredible, majestic slopes of exaggerated femininity.

“Guys, who’s still pouring drinks!?” Jake yelled over the sound of liquid sloshing. He looked around the room in a 360 degree arc.

Nobody was doing anything. Everyone stood there, watching Paula, just as confused as Jake was about where the sound was coming from.

The roar of pouring liquid crescendoed with a thundering roar.

“It’s coming from...” one student nearest to Paula suddenly realized. She pointed at Paula’s engorged, massive, distended, and rippling chest!

“It... I feel like... I feel like I’m gonna explode!” Paula whined. “Help me to the bathroom!” she squealed.

Jake looked at the timer on Paula’s phone. “2 days and almost 20 hours...” he muttered.

“She’s gonna blow!” one of Paula’s more devoted followers knew exactly what that meant. “Can she hold out till the end of the hour!?”

Her boobs were literally swelling before everyone’s eyes.

“It’s too tiiiiiiight!” she whined, clumsily trying to pull her bra off of her body. She was too drunk to manage the maneuver, but a nearby helping hand was more than willing to assist.

The rumbling, sloshing echo from her breasts deafened the room as her overfilled milk sacks slapped against her ribs.

“Fifteen more seconds!” the adoring follower yelled.

“Move! Move!” Paula tried to walk, but between her inebriation and the two, enormous heavy jugs she was carrying on her chest, plus the obstacle of the entire crowd staring at the spectacle she was making of herself impeded her escape.

“Ten more seconds! Paula, just hang on!” she shouted as she herself made her way toward Paula for a clear, front row seat.

“Oh my god! Her... her tits are leaking! They’re so wet!” Another one shouted.

“Noooo! Stop!!!” Paula shrieked as she pulled the sides of her blouse over her lactating mammaries. Her leaking tits stained them through immediately, their absorbency not meant for such punishing nourishment. But to be fair, even a towel couldn’t contain the sheer quantity leaking out of her premiere titties.

Jake grabbed the phone and followed the student who seemed to know best what was happening.

“Timer until the next hour!?” the fangirl yelled to Jake. “I can’t get a clear view!”

“8 seconds! Now 5...” Jake yelled.

Paula stumbled and fell into the hands of the crowd. A long, jagged line of fragrant fluid stained her blouse now, running across the bottom hem and into the tapered corner, pooling and dripping. Her breasts were still wobbling like water balloons as they relieved the pressure from nearly three days of not letting down her milk.

“3!” Jake yelled. The crowd of students yelled with him.

“It’s over! The cow’s lactating!” the fangirl cheered.

“2!” they all yelled. Nobody had heard the girl’s announcement.

A weakened Paula fell to the floor and squealed as her breasts smushed into the linoleum floor. A huge jet of milk squirted out of her teat. She flipped over in discomfort, tits pointing toward the sky.

“1!”

“Oh goddddddd!” Paula shrieked.

Her breasts quaked violently as two large fountain-like streams of milk fired straight into the air like some sort of ostentatious ornament of a fancy five star hotel. She squeezed her breasts hard, as though trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out of a stubborn tube.

“It’s over! It’s over!” the fangirl came over to Jake. “2 days, 20 hours, folks! Upload it!”

Paula continued to cry tears of embarrassment and relief. Even all the alcohol in her bloodstream didn’t give her enough lack of self-consciousness to realize how absolutely humiliating her situation was. She just continued to grope and fondle as her stream of milk continued to intensify, hitting the top of the roof before coming back down to splatter all over herself and her nearest classmates. A large pool was forming around her absolutely drenched body and pooling outward.

Jake ceased the video.

Her hair was soaked, her dignity was ruined... and her video redefined the concept of going absolutely viral.

The Tit Tok logo played.

Interlude - The New Trending Challenge

“How looooooong can you hold it? Can you winnnnnn the Tit Tok challenge? #TitTok #Milk #Boooooobies” the eerie, creepy, human yet robotic sounding female voice intoned.

Cheribear - Tip Top Titch Streamer

Cheribear is streaming Just Chatting!

A large splash screen with an animated black cat dancing atop a yellow crescent moon greeted all of Cheribear’s millions of Titch followers and subscribers. A banner announcing the special Subathon event fluttered above her normal display, promising details forthcoming.

Majorman: Is she live?

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: What does it look like, numbnuts?

feh: !uptime

Titbot: Cheribear has been live for 23 minutes and 16 seconds.

Majorman: Think we’ll get a hot tub stream today?

Kirstykristy: it’s cheribear what do you think of course we are

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: oh no it’s Kir

Kirstykristy: she’s a fake gamer girl and just preying on you pathetic basement dwelling hornyboys

Cumbuckets: nobody cares Kir go away

Cumbuckets: or grow a pair. of tits

Kirstykristy: reported for toxicity

Cumbuckets: go choke on a dick or gag on carpet whatever it is you do

[Kirstykristy has been timed out.]

[Cumbuckets has been timed out.]

“Hey guys! Can you hear me? Can you hear me?” The on hold animation disappeared to reveal the Asian streamer in her pristine bedroom. She tilted her head off to the side, checking a different monitor. “Oh god, it’s Kir. Sorry Cumbuckets, don’t engage with her like that. Thanks to my mods!”

She fluffed her long black locks with a flourish, then pushed the highlighted coffee brown bangs to the sides of her cute little round face.

I_Main_MC: whatcha drinking Cheri?

Cumbuckets: wow Nazi mods

[Cumbuckets has been banned.]

“Oh, the usual! Jasmine milk tea with boba. Sorry I was so late starting the stream, guys! The line was out the door and around the block!”

Cheri took her pointed straw and stabbed it through the plastic seal. A few drops of the tan, creamy liquid burst from the cup and splashed onto Cheri’s face as she yelped in surprise.

I_Main_MC: Oh yeah, I love boba.

Ungabunga: yeah i’m sure you do. i love her boba too uh huh whoa mama

I_Main_MC: I try to be respectful to women, ok?

She slurped the top of the plastic seal loudly, sucking up all of the milk tea that had spilled over from her stabbing. Then placed her lips on the wide straw and sucked in a few tapioca pearls, chewing the sticky and sweet stuff loudly.

“Okay! So! Guys, I dunno if you’ve seen that Tit Tok of Paula Presti zzz freaking exploding all over herself like a fountain, right!? So like... I figured I’d do the subathon on that challenge! How it works is, we’ll start at three days of me streaming nonstop. And I don’t get to lactate! For every sub and donation, we’ll add more time to the timer. Same for donations! The more you donate, the more I stream!”

I_Main_MC: No, what is it?

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: tit.milky/PPrestiLOL

Knobberslocker: mil.ky/CourageousFroggyMilkbull

Ungabunga: HOLY FUCK BOYZ SHE”S GONNA DO IT

I_Main_MC: Dude. NSFW.

feh: dude stfu MC no fuckin shit

Cumbuckets has donated $100!!

“Please can I be unbanned” the text-to-voice subscription notification read aloud on Cheribear’s stream.

“Aww, can a moderator please unban, um... buckets?” Cheri requested meekly.

I_Main_MC: Lol. Always gotta follow the money.

Majorman: LOL

Ungabunga: wb “buckets”

Cumbuckets: hi

“And see? Now I’m streaming another 100 minutes!” Cheri took another loud slurp of her bubble tea.

potatoman: can you really lactate?

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: she did it on her milkyfans last week

Ungabunga: HOT HOT HOT DONATE

potatoman: fr? brb, doing research...

Ungabunga just donated $5!

“you’re my favorite streamer” the voice read aloud.

“Aww, thanks Ungabunga! And yes! You can sign up to my milkyfans to see content! I do lactate! Pretty frequently, actually... Anyway! I’ve gotta stream for three days and two hours now, so let’s get the fun going!”

Ungabunga: WHAT ELSE WILL YOU DO

Cumbuckets: hot tub stream?

Majorman: strip poker

Majorman: try on haul?

“Ohhhh that’s a good idea, guys! I’ll set up some incentives so we can do some games if we reach certain sub numbers too!”

Surmfsmrufy: lol guys she doesn’t even have it planned out fake streamer

[Surmfsmrufy has been banned.]

For the next five hours, Cheribear sat there drinking her tea, interacting with her thousands of concurrent viewers. As the donations trickled in, Cheribear removed layer after layer of clothing while actually presenting anything objectionable that would get her banned from Titch’s questionable, enforced-only-when-they-wanted-to policies.

It was an often commented on phenomenon about Cheri’s policy of getting more and more naked as her streams went on. She never acknowledged it, but it was true. Her stream was more of a softcore thing—but let the horny boys and girls wonder! Cheri, savvy as she was, never commented on it, instead only continuing to implicitly adhere to her hidden rule.

By 11:00 PM, five hours into her challenge, the blessedly buxom Asian girl had taken off both her jacket and her cardigan. A cream tank top with thin, spaghetti straps covering her otherwise bare shoulders and the region around her elegant neck was the only thing that blocked the view of Cheri’s voluptuous, naked torso.

She’d been blessed with big tits, especially considering that those of her race were not well known for being well endowed. That only made her more of a unicorn. The tanned, significant tops of her bulging breasts and her smooth shoulders contrasted with the natural, pale complexion of her skin where her tank tops always covered her up. It was such a small thing, but every time she adjusted the straps of her tank top, she knew it titillated some of her viewers who loved to witness her tan lines.

And her tank top was really working overtime trying to contain her busty G cups. The Asian girl snacked and chatted the whole time while reacting to meme videos, providing no real insight aside from blithely restating exactly what happened on the screen and laughing about it. But her laughs were the entire point of the show.

Her perfectly done makeup, her shiny pink lip gloss, her light brown sparkling eyes, and the titillating bounce of her burdensome tits were what everyone came from. Came to watch and enjoy, or hate on and attack those who were there to enjoy the show.

Cheribear didn’t mind either one. The controversy only added fuel to the fire. All publicity was good publicity, as the originator of the challenge had demonstrated. If Paula would just get over her humiliation and embarrassment to her little drunk showing, she could be making a fortune more than she already was! But Cheri had no such reservations and planned to milk it for all it was worth, in a manner of speaking.

She had just finished reacting to a political debate for the governor of some state where on from the stupid party was completely incoherent and the one from the evil party had probably won all the talking points. She began with little giggles, showing restrained, miniscule mirth as she brought her arms to the side of her chest and pressed inward.

Those sweet orbs she’d been blessed with were so large that they usually rested outside frame of her slender torso, but with her arms pushing them out and up—not to mention the vantage point of the elevated angle from the strategically placed webcam—they blend of tanned breast with the bikini line and the beautiful pale flesh right beneath that break captured her viewers’ whole attention. The stream chat was filled with dozens of her personalized emojis that presented her cartoonishly large boobs on full display, popping out of her top (with no nipple of course). And then mixed with other cries calling to defend her modesty while her subscribers used the art-turned-emoji that Cheribear had personally commissioned.

After much jiggling, after the spaghetti straps of her tank top sliding off of one shoulder at a time, slipping lower and lower before Cheri inevitably slid it back into place before it got too low, she turned the camera to her bed, climbed in, and made sure Titch chat had a good view of her cleavage before nodding off to sleep in a different tank top and a pair of boy shorts.

Eight hours had passed, and her subathon timer was still going strong.

MMczesc: she’s awake!

Cumbuckets: good morning sleepyhead

“Unnng...” Cheri awoke to the realization that she was still on stream. “Oh shit... gotta make sure I’m decent.”

She looked down at herself. Rustling under the blankets, she smoothed her shorts down low enough, then slid her legs gracefully out from under her heavy covers.

“Hang on guys...” Cheri yawned loudly and stretched her arms out behind her back, pushing her breasts out for everyone to see. “I gotta... brush my teeth and put on makeup...” She yawned again.

MMczesc: just woke up here myself. Do her boobs look bigger?

Cumbuckets: nah man

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: yeah I think so

Majorman: Yes

zwicers: ok i had this prepared and i’ll get more clips as she streams

zwicers: will have side by side jfycats of Cheribear soon as she streams more

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: you’re a hero dude

Cheribear came back out with a toothbrush and the white foam of toothpaste slipping out of the corner of her mouth, her black hair and highlighted strands still a frazzled mess on her angelic head. The sound of gurgling water could be heard as her milky, fluidic tits jiggled while she brushed her teeth, foaming more of the toothpaste.

potatoman: just woke up too... what’s that water sound coming from?

Cumbuckets: guess ;)

potatoman: holy fuck, no way

Cumbuckets: yes way

potatoman: after 8 hours of sleep?!

Cheri’s smile was masked by her morning ritual. She stood up, adjusting the camera to accommodate her fairly short body, and then turned to a side to give her morning chat a tantalizing, breathtaking side profile.  Her already large G cups were indeed swelling, and even if her viewers couldn’t see it, they’d definitely notice with their naked eyes by sometime in the afternoon. Cheri could feel her tits churning, angrily producing more of her sweet, addictive milk after not having the pressure released last night like she always did on a daily basis. She could feel the heft and weight sagging on her chest, sinking downward in her teddy more heavily than they usually did.

potatoman: holy fuck man she’s so hot!

xXx_gokUMaN_xXx: welcome to the cult

[potatoman has just subscribed at $50 a month!]

MMczesc: Yes brother!

The word spread like wildfire on social media, assisted by the constant video clips that people were taking. zwicers’ side by side comparisons was like pouring gasoline into a wildfire, causing more hype and drama as people called the images fakes or morphs, only to show up to her stream and verify for themselves that it was really real.

Those monster G cups were fully engorged. The taut skin of her surface positively rippled as she continued to brush her teeth, letting her arm smack into them, causing a sexy, seductive earthquake to take place on the melons of her torso.

A rain of subscriptions began to pour in.

“Mmmm!” Cheribear’s almond eyes grew wide with delight. She ran to the bathroom quickly, her milk jugs thundering and sloshing loudly with every footstep. The sound of the distant tap was quite soft compared to the monster amounts of milk she carried in her mammary mountains.

When she came back out, she thanked all of her new subscriptions individually as the emotion of having made thousands of dollars just for waking up overwhelmed her. Cheri thanked them with a heavy swivel of her torso as she bounced up and down and clapped her little hands, her arms nearly not long enough to get around her expanding endowments anymore. Barely.

“Omg, thanks so much, guys!! Thank you potatoman, thank you Cumbuckets, thank you zwicers, thank you hehehaha6969, thanks everyone!!” she cheered.

Her subathon counter ticked up, extending the time she’d have to endure before she released the tightening pressure on her chest...

Twelve hours later, Cheribear came bouncing into the room. After the past day of expanding, swelling, and almost painful pressure on her now hanging udders, all of her tops no longer fit! So she spent some of the nearly ten thousand dollars she’d earned on new clothes to support her outrageously productive boobs.

“Check... it... out! Oh, yeah guys, yesterday’s game of Humogus was super fun! Yeah, we can totally do it again sometime! I’m so glad I decided to do this subathon. I never would’ve tried it without that incentive! But anyway...”

Cheri pulled out a lot of baggy clothes that she hadn’t spent a lot of money on. After all, why waste her hard earned cash on clothes that would be meant for temporary usage and was about to be wrecked by her leaking nipples?

Not to mention that she would resell them for a ton of money on an auction site later. Her tits added value, after all.

Cumbuckets: change on stream

potatoman: best sub of my life

Cheri took her time, showing off some extra large clothing that looked like a total misfit for her. But having tried it on in the store already, she knew that they would hang loose on her flat belly since her jutting tits would be pushing the whole affair up and out.

The Asian girl giggled and smiled as she began to disrobe on stream while already changed into a heavy duty bra that didn’t violate Titch’s terms of service. And when she took off her white tee...

The chat went absolutely wild.

Her bra was completely soaked through! The band around her waist—yes, her tits had become so full, so engorged, and so saggy that they hung that far down—was leaking her milk from the bottom of the garment over her soft, flat tummy!

“Oh no! I already ruined one!” Cheribear remarked in faux disappointment.

potatoman: no way, that’s got to be water right?

Cumbuckets: I’m going to cum!

zwicers: I’m bidding on that bra for sure

But in reality, even Cheribear was taken aback. She knew she was leaking, but to this extent!? Not relieving the pressure of her tits and letting down her milk was definitely taking its toll!

And the subathon timer was rapidly shooting upward. At this rate, she’d never be able to stop streaming and let down her milk for real!

Worry and doubt about the whole affair began to creep into her mind.

“So, um, guys... sorry, I guess I’m not going to do the try on haul just right now...” she apologized. “And uh... wow that’s a lot of donations everyone... sheesh, my timer is really going up isn’t it? It’s past... um... I have to stream another full day now and let down my milk...”

Cheri massaged her breasts through her bra. The thought and peril of her situation potentially never ending caused the aches and pangs of her swollen chest to intensify on the spot! The wet cotton clung to her breasts and she bit her lip, reminding herself that she couldn’t lactate just yet. But she wanted to so badly!

Ungabunga: YO YOU CAN’T LACTATE YET! THE TIMER IS STILL TICKING

Ungabunga: YO YOU CAN’T LACTATE YET! THE TIMER IS STILL TICKING

Ungabunga: YO YOU CAN’T LACTATE YET! THE TIMER IS STILL TICKING

Ungabunga’s message got copy pasted and spammed to oblivion by the entire chat amidst the wall of animated emojis and the sound of money constantly ringing into her account on stream. Cheri whined in genuine desperation now as the text scrolled faster than she’d ever seen it go before. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t hang out for this long!

Maybe she could sneak it in. Surreptitiously relieve some of the pressure off the stream.

“Umm... okay guys...” Cheri rubbed her thighs together as if she had been holding it in too long and had to go pee. But clearly the problem was occurring upstairs. “I’m going to go into the bathroom real quick and change into a bikini...”

The chat’s outrage continued to roar, reminding her that she couldn’t milk herself yet. Her timer continued to go up as milk actually began to shoot out from her nipples through the bra instead of just being collected and dripping down the bottom. It was way oversaturated. Just like her.

“I won’t! I won’t! I promise! Even now... I just caaaaan’t hold it in! I’m doing my best, promise! We’ll go do a hot tub stream okay? Then at least... I can like... be in a swimsuit as I leak...”

Cheri’s lip trembled as she walked away from her webcam. In the privacy of her bathroom, she sighed and struggled to remove her heavy bra. It peeled off of her nubile body like a piece of heavy duty tape. The relief of having that weight off her shoulders was a huge reprieve—but the sight of her breasts, now probably twice as large as they normally were, reminded her of the heavy burden that she’d sold herself out to.

And they were so big. There was no way she could renege on her promise. If she milked herself properly now, she’d come out half as big as she currently was! And with zwicers’ (and now other internet denizens) work of creating side by side pics, she’d never live down the shaming! Where would her followers and donators be then?!

No, Cheribear decided. She just had to hang on. This would all blow over, right?

Fuck. The new bikini tops she bought were still in her bag, lying on her bed, in full view of the camera. She wrapped a towel around herself, simultaneously holding it in front of her enormous gazongas and trying not to let them slip below her nipples while trying to keep the bottom hem low enough to cover her vagina. At least it would make for great content.

She bolted back outside, dashed past the camera to the silent, roaring text cheers of her chat, grabbed her pieces, then ran back into the bathroom. Her towel was already dripping wet with milk now! Her tits sloshed back and forth, ready to burst at the seams! The visible dark green-blue veins throbbed and bulged where she was still pale.

Cheribear slipped into her bikini made for plus-plus-plus-plus-plus sized breasts with difficulty. But finally it was on. Her entire body was heaving from anxiety and exhaustion as she checked herself out. Yup, her tops were already beginning to soak through. A thick trail of fluid, originating at the center of her barely-supportable chest, was clearly visible. And the rest of her bikini was getting soaked as well.

She clapped her own cheeks and got back on the camera.

“Okay guys... let’s go to the hot tub...”

While the chat cheered her on, still copy pasting Ungabunga’s reminder while hundreds of new viewers subscribed and money kept flowing in, Cheribear grew more and more concerned. She tried not to focus the camera on her face to let them know just how much trouble she was in. Instead, it remained pointed at her chest which was visibly expanding in real time! Every jiggling step caused her bikini top to hang lower as that overworked, delectable feminine flesh swelled before their eyes, the intractable production of her milk refusing to decline no matter what!

Her skin was positively rippling now. Her breasts were so wildly disproportionate to her slim body. Milk was trailing down her belly and soft thighs.

TITS! TITS! TITS! TITS! TITS!

Was the new mantra filling her entire chat. Just as it was consuming her entire life. Her once blessed tits, now a self imposed curse, were all she could think about! How much milk was going to come out of them!? Cheribear checked her timer. Oh god, a day of the originally scheduled three had passed, and now it read over six days remaining to go!?

Cheribear was going to have to edit that down somehow. But right now, the sound of her breasts slapping up against her chin and down against her ribs was the only thing her brain was occupied with. Making it out to the gated pool complex of her apartment, she was abashed to discover that there were already residents hanging out in the bubbling water. She greeted them, self-conscious about her tits for the first time in her life while they stared at her tatas wordlessly.

Setting up the camera, she dipped into the pool. The sudden buoyancy of her chest was a huge relief as it took up far more real estate of the hot tub than any other part of her body... or any other person currently in there, full stop.

Cheribear could finally relax. Her body felt weightless, free of the enormous burden she bore on her chest. She smiled at her fellow hot tubbers while she leaned back against the pavement, her confidence surging anew.

Until...

They all shouted and shock and began to climb out of the pool. Cheri thought they were just being prudish about her tits until she opened her eyes.

The top of the tub was filled with opaque, white liquid. And it was beginning to saturate the entire pool. Bubbling, steaming, hot cream filled the air.

Her tits were lactating.

Cheri’s eyes opened wide in shock. She saw the outrage in her chat, as well as scattered bits of encouragement. Hollering. Anger.

“No no no!” Cheri tried to cover her nipples with her small hands. Her milk violently jutted out of her still absolutely massive tits. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t... I’m not... I can’t stop!!! AIEEEEEE!”

So Cheri was left alone in the hot tub, drenched in a pool of her own milk that wouldn’t stop coming out of her teats like a firehose. The hot tub overflowed as hundreds of gallons of her milk leaked along the pavement and infected the nearby pool as well. She sat there, crying both in embarrassment and relief as her copious, nutritious aphrodisiac graced the entire apartment amenity.

Her Titch stream promptly got banned for breaking its terms of service. But Cheribear had made more than enough money to disappear for a while. And that’s exactly what she wanted to do after getting evicted from the apartment complex.

Interlude - These Boomers Don’t Know about Social Media!

#ThisIsHowYouKnowAMemeIsDead #BoomersTrynaBeZoomers

“How loooooong could she hoooooold it?!” the robotic female voice chimed.

Gretchen Goldman - Weather Forecast: Pressure Rising

“Hey Gretchen! Looking good!” One of her fellow news anchors whistled.

“Thanks!” the older blonde woman replied.

She was getting so many opportunities at work lately! Always a small time news anchor at a small, regional, cable broadcast center, her dream of being on television had not garnered much success. And with the advent of BoobTube, where anyone could put any video online for the entire world to see, her already small portion of the market was shrinking. Gretchen had tried some of it for herself, but being a one woman band and trying to come up with compelling stories or ideas that also needed to catch the public eye and go viral was a dark art that was totally unknown to her.

But when her boss offered her a gig as a news anchor instead of headlining the daily weather segment (which never changed and she was so sick and tired of it), she leapt at the opportunity. Finally, a chance to be the big shot of the show. It just came with one, rather strange stipulation that Gretchen felt was mildly inappropriate for a workplace... but her boss had been awfully polite about it and not creepy in asking. Just a slightly intrusive request on her daily routine.

So she took him up on the offer. He never asked again, and she never felt harassed about it after that. She just kept adhering by his request.

After three days, Gretchen’s chest felt awfully swollen. And the extra money from all of these opportunities went directly into buying successively larger bras and baggier tops. This strange request of her boss’s was... surprisingly difficult to obey. But no breastfeeding or any breastfeeding related activities was the mandate, and so it shall be, Gretchen decided.

Her obedience was paying off. Her co-workers all greeted her with a huge smile, she was getting more and more opportunities, not just as the weather girl, but sometimes as a field reporter, sometimes doing interviews, and often hosting the entire show. And now, she got a call from an actual network TV station!

She couldn’t believe it!

Gretchen ran it by her boss of course. She didn’t want to just up and leave them hanging after all the work she’d done for them. He told her that of course he supported her; in fact, he was the one who made the call to them and suggested that Gretchen would be a fantastic part of their cast. Gretchen was full of gratitude as she subconsciously fondled her breasts, trying to ease the ache of not having lactated for days.

Her not-so-subtle movement did not escape her boss’s eyes. He suppressed a smile, extremely pleased that his ploy was working. Their ratings had never been higher! And per the clause that he had agreed to with the other news network, if that thing happened, then he was entitled to a large bonus. Until that day, they could continue to employ Gretchen and take advantage of her daily growing bust and her otherwise competent but fairly mediocre reading of weather events and teleprompters.

His poker face absolutely melted like butter on a sweltering summer’s day when he swore that he could see Gretchen’s breasts actively growing bigger while they talked as she rubbed them uncomfortably through her blouse. Was that even possible!?

As if to confirm his suspicions, between whatever incessant rambling Gretchen was spewing, in the brief moments where she paused for air, he could positively hear her blouse stretching and creaking under the inexorable pressure of her growing mammaries. The polyester fabric began to pull apart down the center where the buttons strained for dear life to hold her outfit together. The little overlapping slits between the fasteners began to distend, opening up little holes upon which he could see her black lacy bra and the freckled expanse of extreme, womanly flesh.

Yesterday, she’d already been large enough that when she sat at the desk, her breasts rested on the entire blue lit surface. They took up so much room that even her co-anchor had to sit further away—in fact, the sleekly designed curved news desk almost didn’t have enough space to occupy two people anymore! At least, not when one of the people sitting at it had Gretchen’s proportions. She probably would’ve caused a stir on an airplane if she’d only bought one seat instead of the whole row!

He continued to stare as her flesh rippled before his eyes, growing new stretch marks. The front of her blouse did nothing to conceal the beautiful outer arcs of her expanding chest... like the universe expanding further and further into the distance, he idly thought to himself. Even her nipple was poking through her heavy bra and through the green fabric of the blouse that she was wearing... good lord! They had to be just as wide as the sideway silhouette of her torso at this point! And her nipples looked like they were expanding like a certain lying puppet’s wooden nose!

Forget the co-anchor. Gretchen would pilot the whole show tonight.

His payday might be coming earlier than he expected.

“Hello, I’m Gretchen Goldman, guest host of the ABZ News at 6:00. Tonight, the hometown Hots part ways with star player JaMychal Mordan. What kind of sinister dealings happened behind the scenes for the franchise to give away their most important piece? Later, a neighborhood child sells cookies and lemonade to donate to charity, but Big Business has an opinion about it. And Hurricane Tit-Tania: should we evacuate? For our first piece, let’s visit Janelle in the field. Janelle?”

As the camera cut away, Gretchen looked at the person who ran the teleprompter. “Tit-Tania!?” she mouthed, subconsciously rubbing her tits. “Come on, guys!” This was supposed to be a serious operation! How could they make such a routine mistake and trip Gretchen up?!

The teleprompter person apologized profusely and shrugged, as if to say that he had no control over the matter.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Gretchen, the camera was drifting lower and lower, away from Gretchen’ face and to her breasts. Not that it needed to drift much. Those swells which were previously already the size of huge bongos were growing at record pace, now almost resting as high as her neck. It was just an inch or two down to reveal how rapidly those water balloons of hers were filling.

Gretchen, for her part, was just feeling hot and uncomfortable. The nerves of guest hosting for a real network TV and the fact that they had already made a mistake of tit-tanic proportions for her first titillating taste of the big time for which she would no doubt be mocked weighed heavy on her mind. She shifted left and right as more and more of her breast flattened against the news desk, spilling outward like a collapsing dough. They were wider than her shoulders now.

“Our second piece of news today: Bradley Chadshaw, an eleven year old boy, has been selling beverages and sweets to the nearby locals on the sidewalk in front of his house. His cookie and vanilla ice cream sandwiches, affectionately named Tits-Tits, have, ahem, been...” Gretchen cleared her throat. Goddamn this teleprompter, and goddamn how hot this studio was! A thin sheen of sweat covered her otherwise perfectly painted face. “...has been cited by Big Box for not having a license to sell! How far will we let Big Box’s overreach go? And who will stand up for our youths? For an interview with the young entrepreneur himself on his... ahem, cookies, Mark?”

Gretchen shot another death glare at the person running the teleprompter. This time, he had no response. His eyes were glued to the block-sized gazongas that were resting on the desk. He heard the directing staff through his headphones that the camera needed to be pointed lower.

The guy running the teleprompter looked down to see what the commotion was, aside from the obvious eye-grabbing spectacle. And what a spectacle it was. Her blouse was showing two enormous dark spots where her titanic nipples presumably were, and a long downward trail that was actively running lower and lower!

Gretchen just sat there, fretting and worrying as her bust continued to inflate. The stress caused her body to churn out more oceans of milk as her boobs continued to sag and flatten, now twice as wide as her entire body. If not for the desk, they would be resting on her thighs!

Gretchen stood up and yelped, noticing the unbearable weight of her chest for the first time. She had to get to the green screen for the weather report! Every step in her high heels required her to lean backwards to counterbalance her new, forward-biased center of gravity. Her gait was wobbly and uneven, and twice she barely caught herself from rolling forward from her top heaviness.

“I... I don’t feel right!” Gretchen finally admitted through her earpiece to the network TV station. This was her big chance, but she just couldn’t do it!

“Get up there!” he hissed. “This is how we perform on the big stage! And we paid a lot of money for your appearance! You guys are fucked if you don’t get this right!”

“B... but...!” Gretchen whined as she nearly toppled over once more.

“You have no idea how hard we’ll fuck you if you don’t do this, you stupid cow! Get up there!”

With tears welling in her eyes, Gretchen stumbled over a large step that led to the green screen. She rolled forward and ran straight into the wall, where her waterbed-like breasts cushioned her against the green screen wall itself. She whimpered and pulled herself up. Her neck, her body, her arms, and even her legs from the knees up were all covered by titflesh. Gallons and gallons, pounds and pounds, of sloshing, rippling, uncompromising, leaking feminine glory.

“And now the weather!” Gretchen heard in her earbud.

“Umm... hi everyone... Tittycane Ti-Ti... Titania...”

Her entire front was soaked and dripping wet now. As she reached over to indicate the path of the storm, she completely lost her balance and tipped over like a cow, udders pointed downward and pressing all of that overdue, pent up milk to leak out of her nipples.

Gretchen flailed her four limbs as she remained completely helpless face down on the floor. Well, not really face down, There was a good one foot of purchase thanks to her breasts supporting the rest of her body. She cried as her tits barely deflated as huge pools of milk leaked all over the newsroom floor. Meanwhile, she could hear all of the crew laughing, especially the lead producer. He ordered all cameras to point at her as they dubbed over the sound of her voice with multiple cows mooing.

“Jackpot!”