Unplanned Milkage (comm)

CW: From-the-source, bloating, force-drinking, some burps, horny energy

Heya! So, real fast: I feel really bad, but Momo fic needs to go on hold for a little bit. On the bright side, y'all are about to get a whole lot of fics from me cause I'm going turbo-mode to finish all the comms from last month. Cause I need to take new comms but can't morally do that till the old ones are done.

So, uh, yeah, anyways- here's this fic, commed by a lovely anonymous commissioner! Thanks a ton for this- you're the best~.

Edit: I wanted to keep this fic public, but it looks like Patreon doesn't like that, so it has to be members only. Sorry about it being down for a while!

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“Hey, Sally? Could you, uh, come in here for a sec?”

Sally rolled her eyes as she took off her headset. Her roommate Becca always found new ways to weird her out. She wondered what that woman had done this time. Maybe she’d found an injured swan on the street and was going to ask if they could keep it. Maybe she’d gotten a gum and tequila mixture stuck in her hair and needed Sally to fix it. Maybe she’d forgotten to get baking soda at the store like Sally had asked. Who knows? Sally certainly didn’t.

The short writer got up and stretched. Sally wasn’t the best crayon in the box, by any means. Her two biggest plusses were a pretty face and being short. Other than that, she had small boobs, a flat ass, and a weird mole on her foot that made her unpopular on wiki feet. Today, she had her short brown hair pulled back into a mini-bun, and she was rocking the classic sweatpants and grungy sweater look. The uniform of the home-worker~. She meandered out of her home office saying, “Ok, Becca. What is it this time-”

Once out in the kitchen, she stopped. She just stared at her roommate, who was standing in the middle of the kitchen looking sheepish and clearly uncomfortable. She just smiled awkwardly at Sally and responded, “Uh… Wh-What do I do?”

What Becca was referring to was plain to see. Becca was a tall woman, about six-three, with platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, and perfect curves. A visual feast for most fem-loving goons out there… Becca included, to be honest. It was one of the few perks of living with the unhinged creature. That was how Becca normally looked, at least. Now, though, there was one notable difference in her appearance. Her shirt, which was tight on Becca on a normal day, was stretched taut over her clearly plus-sized chest. Also, there were two dark, wet stains splotching the peaks of her round mounds. Sally grimaced. “Well, this is a new one. Didn’t know you could be third-trimester without showing at all. What’d you do?”

“Haha… Ha…” Becca laughed weakly. Her chest seemed to pulse and her face twitched. Sally couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure she’d seen in her expression. “Sooo, funny story- I’d read online that you could make huge money doing clinical trials! Like, testing weird products and stuff, right?”

It took Sally about point-two seconds to see where this was going. “You got scammed into taking a weird drug.”

“I got scammed into taking a weird drug…”

Sally just sighed. “So?” She said, idly eyeing her roomie’s breasts, which were at least four cup sizes bigger than usual. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“You gotta help me!” Becca pleaded, clasping her hands together and giving Becca big, soulful puppy eyes.  “They’re so full that it hurts, but I can’t get them to release! They just keep getting tighter and tighter! I’m scared that they’re gonna burst at this rate!”

“You need me to… milk you?”

Becca pursed her lips. She avoided Sally’s piercing gaze, staring at the wall with a light blush on her cheeks as she replied, “In l-less crude terms… uh, yes please, that would be lovely.”

“Fucking…” Sally sighed again. She crossed her arms and weighed her options. On the one hand, she kinda wanted Becca to face the consequences of her actions. Not that the women ever learned from that, but it always felt so vindicating to see Becca flail around after biting off more than she could chew. But on the other hand, if Sally helped, she’d be able to fool around with Becca’s perfect tits… Ok, yeah, never mind, it was no contest. “Yeah, sure, whatever. You got a pump around here, or something? How we doing this?”

Becca kept avoiding Sally’s gaze. Suspicious. “Ok, soooo… Like, remember, you already agreed to help- But I kinda don’t have a pump? And it already hurts sooooo bad, I don’t think I’m gonna last until we find one. And-”

“Get to the point.”

Becca hesitated. Then, before Sally’s eyes, she pulled up her shirt. Her dairy funbags, unbra’d and unbelievable, wobbled as they were freed from their restraint. Still, while they had shifted a bit, they hadn’t moved nearly as much as one could expect tits of that size to move after being freed. The poor things were clearly tense and packed full of milk. They were incredibly round, headlights at attention with a dollop of murky white at both peaks. Becca’s blush had grown, and she shyly said, “I read online that… S-Sometimes, women have trouble pumping, and can only get relief… From having someone… y’know…”

Even with her filthy mind, it still took Sally a few seconds to process what Becca was implying. She felt her own cheeks start to warm up in spite of herself. She covered her mouth and cheeks with a hand, eyes flickering between Becca’s face and her boobs. She was serious. She was being serious about this. Becca, the subject of many wet dreams and so much wishful thinking on Sally’s part, was now asking her to suck on her tits. Sure, it was in a platonic way, but still- shit was insane. Seriously. Like, what kind of weird-ass fetish fanfic was she living right now for this to be her life?

“W-Well, I did already agree…” Sally coughed. She shuffled her feet for a moment, her usual apathy around Becca and her shenanigans lost. “So should I just… go for it…?”

“Yeah, yeah, I think- I think that’d be best? Probably?” Becca agreed with no confidence in her words.

Sally shuffled forward. Luckily, she was just about perfect height for this, being only five-two. She was already about nip-to-mouth height… which was something Sally had never thought she would think, let alone act upon. She gently put one hand under Becca’s right boob, lifting it just a little bit to be in Sally’s mouth. Jesus shit, it was so hard! As a fellow boob-haver, Sally could confidently say that boobs should NOT feel like they had steel spheres inside of them! Her touch was clearly having an effect on Becca as well, as when she was lifting, Becca let out a small squeak. If she was getting worked up by just a touch, she probably wouldn’t last the whole milking process without… Uh, right. Yeah. Ok, so, how did this work? Did Sally just start sucking, or…?

After a little trial and error (and a few rebukes from Becca), Sally finally figured out what to do. She nibbled on the nip a little, making it twitch and making Becca tense up. A little more gentle teasing, and all of a sudden, the floodgates opened. Sally’s eyes widened as her mouth was suddenly filled with warm, sweet milk. Before she knew it, her cheeks were puffing out and milk was threatening to spurt everywhere. She didn’t wanna have to clean up Becca’s tit milk! Also, she didn’t wanna risk the flow stopping because she moved her mouth! So, as much as Sally didn’t want to (totally didn’t not at all-), she swallowed, making more room for milk.

The milk kept flowing for an incredulous amount of time. Every time the flow seemed to slow down, Sally would tease the nip again or give Becca’s boob a little squeeze and it would rocket back up to full speed. Sally could barely keep up most of the time, swallowing heavy mouthfuls of (delicious) milk at a constant rate. After a little while, she started to feel full. Her free hand wandered down to her stomach, where she was amazed to find herself getting rounder. Jeez, did this one boob really have enough milk in it to fill Sally up like this? Weren’t these things meant for babies? What baby drank enough to fill an adult woman’s stomach? Sure, she was a small adult woman, but STILL-!

Finally, the milk slowed down to a trickle, then stopped coming out at all, even when Sally nibbled and massaged the teat. She popped off of the nip and let out a wet belch. No need for modesty; Becca knew she was gross. Plus, this situation kinda meant modesty was out the window, anyways.

Before moving on to the second boob, Sally took a moment to compare the two. Becca’s right boob still looked a little swollen, but it was roughly back to being the usual DD-cup. It was soft, jiggly, and perky, as Sally had come to expect Becca’s tits to be (she’d seen this bitch shirtless way more than a roommate ever should), and it was also getting crowded to the side by the behemoth that Becca’s left tit still was. Now that she was seeing both side by side, Sally could really appreciate just how swollen they were, and how much milk was now filling up her belly. Not that she was done. She was about to double her belly’s contents, after all…

With a moment’s hesitation, Sally moved over to Becca’s left boob. To the tall woman’s credit, she hadn’t made much noise throughout the whole milking process. Sure, she’d been spasming a little, and Sally could feel her body trembling from the sheer pleasure-slash-relief of it all, but nothing all that lewd. It was impressive. She wondered if Becca would last all the way through, though…

It didn’t take long to get Becca’s left tit going. A bit of teeth-teasing, a little massaging, and the geyser erupted. The milk tasted just as sweet, making it easy to convince Sally’s throat to keep swallowing despite being so full already. The more Becca emptied out, the tighter Sally’s belly felt. She was starting to feel how heavy all that milk was now that it was all condensed inside of her middle. Becca was really carrying all this extra weight around on her chest? Sally felt like she was smuggling a watermelon inside her gut, both in mass and volume!

Sally started to feel sick towards the end, but luckily, Becca was there to distract her. She’d finally broken, letting out some soft moans as Sally drained her of all she had. The lewd sounds were enough to keep Sally’s brain preoccupied from the overwhelming fullness, letting her finish every last drop from Becca’s left boob.

Once done, she stumbled back, belching again. She groaned, hands gripping her stomach through her sweater. “S-So full… T-Too much milk… hUUUUuurp…”

Becca seemed a little preoccupied herself for a few moments after Sally had finished. She had her eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping her thighs for dear life. Before too long, though, she seemed to snap out of it. Her eyes flicked open and she nervously cleared her throat. Then she seemed to notice the clear discomfort Sally was in. “Oooooh, wow, you got full- I can see your food baby through your sweater!”

Sally grit her teeth. “N-No shit, Sherlock. Guh, I feel like a blimp. Not gonna eat for a week after this…”

“Well, I appreciate it!” Becca smiled, her cheeks still flushed pink. She quickly pulled her shirt back on despite it still having milk stains around the nips. Notably, the shirt actually reached all the way to her pants now, while it had shown off her fit midriff before. Becca gave Sally one last look, her eyes lingering on her belly for long enough for Sally to notice, before beating a hasty retreat, calling over her shoulder as she did, “Anyways thanks a lot I really appreciate it lemme know how I can repay the favor ok gotta go byeeeeeeee!”

The door to Becca’s room slammed shut. Sally stood in the kitchen, alone, stomach gurgling angrily and some of her roommate’s breastmilk still smeared on her lips. She blinked. “...What the fuck was that about…?”

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“Becca, no.”

“Please please PLEASE! It hurts so BAD! I’m really gonna pop at this rate!”

“You shoulda thought about that two days ago. It's too late now. I’m NOT doing it!”

“Do you really want my death to be on your hands? Your beloved roommate, dead, because you wouldn’t do her one small favor?”

“WHAT about those weapons of mass erections could EVER be considered SMALL!?”

Becca bit her lip. She glanced down at her tits, which were so swollen that her night shirt, a normally loose-fitting thing that reached her thighs, now looked more like an ill-fitting crop-top. Sally could see underboob from her point of view, for Christ’s sake! The front of the thing was drenched in milk, with some of the stuff even starting to drip. She probably had over four times as much milk in those barrels as she did last time! Sally had just BARELY managed last time! In what world did this bish think Sally could fit all this milk!?

“W-Well… Ok, a big favor, then!” Sally course corrected, “Please, Sally! You’re my only hope!”

“No, your only hope was NOT taking more of those stupid pills! In what world was that a good idea!?”

“The, uh… the world where I thought I could bottle my milk and sell it…?” Becca smiled sheepishly. “Eheheh?”

“Don’t you ‘Eheheh?’ me, you little shit!” Sally seethed, doing a flowery little innocent face as she mimicked Becca’s annoying laugh. “For one, you’re weird as fuck. For two, why did you not get a pump if you were literally PLANNING to do it this time!?”

“I DID get a pump!” Becca whined, “But it doesn’t WORK! No matter how much I try to use it, all that comes out is a trickle! I’m making milk faster than the pump can get it out! Please, Sally! I-I’m really about to pop here!”

“Then pop! I gained eight pounds from your last batch of milk! You’re lucky it all went to my ass, or I’d have smothered you in your sleep!”

“S-See? Gaining weight was good! I-If you drink more, it’ll p-probably go to the same place!”

“Fat chance. Go sit in the bathtub. I don’t wanna have to clean up your tit milk when you explode.”

Sally started to turn to go back to her office, but Becca grabbed her arm. She pulled Sally back, and her tit pressed against Sally’s shoulder. Jesus, that thing was solid! How could a boob feel that tight when all that was in it was fat and milk? Becca turned Sally to face her, putting on her best pouting face. “Pleeeeeeease, Sally? I’ll do anything you ask! Anything!” Before Sally’s eyes, Becca’s boobs seemed to quiver. Her shirt strained a little tighter and the dumb blonde winced. She smiled desperately at Sally and pleaded again,  “I-I mean it! Whatever you want! No matter what!”

“...No matter what?”

Becca’s eyes sparkled with hope. She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Anything! Just please- Th-They’re so TIGHT! Uuuugh, I swear, I can feel them stretching-”

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll do it. Just remember what you promised. I don’t want you backing out later when I ask.”

Hesitation seemed to flicker across Becca’s face for a moment after Sally’s words, but another quiver and the subtle sound of straining fabric cleared away any doubt. “I will, I will! J-Just start, please! Oh God, I can’t take it anymore!”

Sally covered her mouth with a hand so that Becca couldn’t see her smirk. Jackpot~! As if Sally was just gonna let her roomie actually pop. She wasn’t that cold. No, she just wanted to sweeten her end of the deal~. She didn’t actually care about the weight gain, anyways. It really had all gone to her ass, and even if it went elsewhere this time, she was fine with it. Knowing her metabolism, she’d be back to her scrawny self within a few weeks, and it would be fun to feel softer for a little while. Nah, she just wanted to make Becca sweat for a second so she wouldn’t do this dumb shit again. Plus, now she had the leverage to make Becca go on a date with her. Lucky~. She’d make that bi disaster finally see her as a woman instead of the little grime monkey sharing an apartment with her. Juuust as soon as Sally worked up the courage to call in her favor. Also, just as soon as she dealt with… uh… all this…

Becca let go of Sally’s arm and quickly peeled off her top. The sopping wet shirt plopped onto the ground and Becca stood there panting with her heavily engorged tits jutting out from her fit frame. They were so unnaturally round that they looked fake, as if Becca had jammed enough silicone in them to go up a dozen cup sizes. A constant dribble of milk leaked from both, and yet neither showed any sign of getting smaller. Becca put her arms underneath her boobs and lifted, groaning. “They’re so freaking heavy- I almost can’t stand up anymore! Can we do this sitting down?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Brag about it.” For all of Sally’s sass, she was feeling a little nervous. She really had been near her limit last time. Could she really manage to fit this much more? Maybe she’d try and do half and half instead, then tell Becca she needed a break. Yeah, she could do that. It might put her favor at risk, but she could combine last time’s favor with this one to still make it ok. It was fine.

The two got situated on the couch in their living room. Becca piled up a bunch of pillows on one side, making a little next for herself to stay propped up. She kept one leg up on the couch and let the other fall to the ground, giving Sally plenty of room to get onto the couch next to her. She knelt on the cushions, crawling over Becca’s half-naked form until she was at about teat level. She swallowed hard. Her gay little heart was panicking being in this position, even though it was for something totally platonic. She was also panicking from the idea of gulping down what was at least two gallons of milk. Possibly two gallons per tit, even. Lord save her now, she was gonna regret this…

Bracing herself, Sally leaned down and planted her lips on Becca’s left tit. Unlike last time, there was no need to work or tease the nip to get things started. All it took was a single lick and the floodgates opened.

The flow was twice as harsh this time. Sally had to constantly swallow or risk the milk spurting out of her nose. Luckily, she hadn’t eaten much today, so she was mostly empty, but the odds were still stacked against her fitting all this. Still, for now at least, she’d do her best.

The constant torrent of warm milk rapidly filled Sally’s belly, making her feel stuffed in no time at all. She brought a hand down to her gut, feeling it filling out. She already had a tiny bit of a tummy to begin with, but now she had a whole belly bag hanging down beneath her. The drooping dome continued to expand, pushing into Sally’s hand and getting firmer with each heavy gulp.

In no time at all, Sally was already feeling glutted. Despite this, Becca’s left boob was only just now starting to get soft! She could feel how full it still was with her lips, feel the pressure still forcing milk down her throat.  It was starting to soften a little, but it was still clearly packed with milk. She really was going to have to abandon the idea of fully draining Becca. She’d pull off, quickly pinch the nip shut, and hope it didn’t make Becca too uncomfy. She’d still have to drink enough from the other boob to get them to match, but that should be doable. Hopefully. Ok, popping off in three, two-

Sally blinked in surprise. She felt a hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. She glanced up as best she could, and saw Becca with her face flushed fully red. She seemed to be in a mixture of pain and pure pleasure, but either way, she was staring down at Sally with some weird glint in her eyes. It was Sally’s turn to feel some doubt about this. Had Becca known Sally was about to tap out? Or had Sally started to wean off in preparation of stopping, and Becca had felt that? Either way, the message was clear. Sally would be finishing this tit, regardless of the consequences.

Sally kept gulping, draining Becca’s milker of every last drop. The flesh of her boob continued to soften and lower under Sally’s lips, making her lean lower down just to keep her mouth where it needed to be. Sally’s arms were starting to get tired from kneeling over her roommate like this. She might need to take a break to rest her arms, imminent milk-splosion be damned. Not that she was confident she’d be able to convince herself to keep going. As hot as this scenario was, her belly was starting to feel uncomfortably full. She felt like she’d downed a  large pizza and pint of ice cream on a lonely Valentine's night (uh, not that she knew what that felt like-).

Finally, it was empty. Sally sucked, but the only thing she got was some trembling from Becca. Becca’s hand moved, letting Sally raise her hand. She panted and belched, breath hot with milk. She was wiped. So much milk in one tit… Kinda hot, but also, Jesus fuck, she was so fulllll… Her gut was dangling down so much more than it should… Guh…

“K-Keep going… H-nnng! It’s so full! P-Please!” Becca pleaded. Her back arched, pushing her chest upwards. Her still engorged tit pressed up into Sally’s face, smearing milk on her cheek. Heat rushed through Sally’s body, but at the same time, a wave of indigestion rose up as well.

Sally covered her mouth. She let out a sickly belch and shook her head.  “N-No can do… S-So full… Can’t fit… anymore…”

“Wh-What- N-No! C-C’mon, you’ve GOTTA be able to keep going!” Becca cried. Her expression was a twisted mix of desperation and depravity. Sally didn’t think she’d ever seen such a real expression like that on her ditzy roommate’s face before. She almost felt bad about having to stop, but if she kept going, she  might be the one to pop. No, she had to get up and-

“HN-MMMPH!” Before she could react, Sally’s face was being shoved down into Becca’s tit. A firm hand pressed down on her head, forcibly maneuvering her mouth towards the erect nipple spurting milk. Sally struggled to some extent, but also… She was kinda into this. Like, unreasonably so. This was lighting up some wires in her brain that she had only been vaguely aware of before now. Curse her stupid brain for being wired as a bottom! She was gonna POP just because she was being dommed! Shit!

After some minor resistance on Sally’s part, she found the nipple poking up between her lips. She kept her jaw clamped in one final act of defiance, both to Becca and her stupid bottom brain, but Becca somehow knew exactly where to press on the sides of her jaw to work it open. The moment Sally’s now open teeth grazed the sensitive nip, the breast spasmed and milk resumed flowing up into Sally’s half-willing mouth. 

Sally began swallowing reflexively, her body trained by now to just accept the milk as it came. Her arms felt weak. Her stomach began to ache. She grunted and groaned. The taste of the milk was almost nonexistent at this point. It was just a thick, warm liquid, filling up every nook and cranny inside of her core. So tight… so FULL…

The hand on Sally’s head pressed down harder, forcing Sally’s face further into the firm, engorged tit. The force made milk spurt out even faster, pushing Sally’s swallowing into a nigh-constant sound of desperate guzzling. Becca moaned, her body hot beneath Sally. She was clearly getting off to this. Freaking weirdo. Not that Sally was much different at this point. Despite the growing pain in her middle, she could feel herself heating up, feel her face flushing and her muscles tensing.

God, she was so fucking FULL! Sally couldn’t muster the arm strength to feel her gut right now, but she would bet money that her gut felt more taut than Becca’s tit at this point. She was so packed full of milk that she could feel the weight of it condensed inside of her, pulling at her skin and dragging her whole body downward. How big was she by this point? She’d been a good eight inch rounder by the end of last time, so she had to be at least a foot rounder by now. Just how much more could she swell before her body couldn’t fit a single more drop? Guh, s-so tight!

T-Too much- Sally was taking too much! She squirmed, trying to pull her mouth from Becca’s nipple, but her hand just pushed down even harder. Sally mutedly yelped as a knee pressed up into her taut gut, putting undue pressure on the strained orb. Becca giggled and panted. Her free hand reached down and grabbed the side of Sally’s gut, squeezing it. Sally’s whole body spasmed, one of her eyes twitching. S-So sensitive! So tight! T-Too much happening! She couldn’t take this anymore! Her body was being pushed too much! She couldn’t- GUH, she couldn’t- She- SHE- GAH-! AAAAH-!

Sally’s limbs gave out. She flopped down on top of Becca, her mouth popping off of her tit. She lay there, limp, heaving for breath and long, low belches rumbling up out of her throat. Milk dribbled past her lips. Her eyes were fluttering, the bloated brunette barely staying conscious. Her head rested on Becca’s boobs. Her soft, milk-free DD’s…

“Ah… haha… Holy… Shit…” Becca groaned. She had relaxed the hand on Sally’s head, softly resting it there instead. She idly dug her fingers into her hair, sending comfy vibes through Sally’s mind.  Becca’s body was a furnace, mingling with Sally’s own heated body to make a sauna. The exhausted blonde took a deep breath. “This was… not what… I was trying… to do…”

“No… shit… Sher… *Huuurp*...”

The two lay there for a while, slowly pulling themselves back together. Sally took stock of her situation, which was… not great. She was parched- which wasn’t surprising, considering the amount of sweat her sweater had soaked up by now. She’d probably be fine once all this milk digested, though. On that same note, she wasn’t going anywhere until she’d digested some. Her stomach ached horribly, cramping and spasming a few times a minute. It was lowkey kinda unbearable, but luckily, boob pillows were a great distraction from crippling stomach pain. The severity of the pain was no surprise, either. After all, she looked full-term with triplets. Her loose sweater couldn’t even cover her whole belly anymore, with a vast swathe of taut skin open to the cool air. Sally wasn’t exactly rushing  to get covered up, though. The cool air felt great on her heated belly, and also, it only felt fair to be more uncovered when she was lying on top of her half-nude… roommate? Was she still a roommate at this point? Hrrmmm…

“So… uh… What happens… now…?”

There was silence for a minute. Then, Becca responded, “Well… Guess we should see which of our beds is comfier, I guess…?”

…Nice. Very nice.