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Multiple Mammaries, Part 4 - Female Version
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Oh god, said Cona, cupping her plump ass-cheeks. They had become breasts as well! Whats happening to me? she whispered to herself, her voice pained.
This could not go on any longer.
Finding one of her sisters head scarfs, Cona wrapped it around her hips to help better support her bottom. She then attempted to pump her belly, but the machine just kept getting jammed.
Growing impatient, Cona got dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants, a massive long-sleeved shirt that she had custom-ordered online in recent days. It was the largest one she had. The material was formfitting and barely accommodated her, a few inches of her belly visible underneath it. Her belly-nipple protruded blatantly against the fabric, looking strange and erotic.
Finally, Cona left her apartment and made her way down to her car, clutching her belly as she awkwardly walked. Her face was flushed, the pressure inside her growing and growing. She wished she had never consumed that food Ted had given to her.
Conas car was a tight squeeze. She pushed the seat back as far as it would go and eased herself down, moaning slightly as her weight squished against the round, sensitive mounds of her ass. Strangely enough, they felt fuller beneath her, almost as though they were growing by the moment.
Breathing through the stress and discomfort, Cona started her car. Her belly pressed against the steering wheel, but she managed. In a matter of minutes, she was parked outside the local hospital.
Cona sat there in the parking lot for a while, trying to convince herself that she had made the right decision in coming here. She shuddered at the thought of the hundreds of staring eyes sure to welcome her within the hospital doors. Her car only seemed to be getting smaller, and she, more breathless. Nodding to herself, Cona finally opened her car door.
Her cell phone started to ring.
Pausing, Cona pulled out her phone and glanced at the screen. It was her coworker, Rob. Tempted as she was to ignore it, she figured it would do her best to explain that she wouldnt be coming in for the next few days. She answered. Hi, Rob-
Cona, there is a huge emergency. Were about to lose the Archburger account. Ted is losing his shit.
I cant, said Cona. Im at the hospital and-
What do you mean you cant? Archburgers your client, and youre the only one hell talk to!
But Rob-
Hell, I couldnt care if youre in labor. Rob had himself a hearty chuckle at the office-wide joke. Get here or get fired. Teds words, not mine. With that, Rob hung up the phone.
Cona was momentarily stunned by the statement. Had Ted really said that? Cona stared at the open hospital entryway for a while. She hesitated, then finally turned on her car and sped off.
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Ted was a mess. The company had just lost the Archburger account. Now he had to answer to his superiors, and he was not sure that his job would survive.
The sun was setting, the office emptied out except for a secretary or two. Ted decided to retire to his office and have a drink before heading out. As he entered the dark room he was surprised by who he saw in the corner.
I couldnt bring myself to go into the meeting, said Cona weakly.
Ted stared at her in astonishment. He slowly approached.
Conas belly had gotten huge since that morning. It was beach ball-sized no bigger but more of an elliptical shape. The mass was popping completely free of her shirt. Cona had to clutch what she could of the mass in her arms for support. Her belly almost seemed to be pulsating. Curiously, it was not lactating, except for an occasional and unsubstantial seep of milk. It looked full and pressurized, and Cona looked to be in distress.
She was breathing heavily, and sweating. Her upper breasts were shelved atop her belly, each fat, plump, and larger than her head. Her sweatpants were pulled only halfway up her plump, round ass-cheeks, as though those too had begun to outgrow her clothes. Cona looked terrified.
Im having nngh trouble releasing it, said Cona, her voice strained.
Teds eyes shifted back to Conas protruding belly-nipple. The milk that did come out rolled slow and thick, looking almost like a milkshake consistency. No, maybe thicker than that. Too thick for Cona to properly release it.
Cona forced a smile though it did little to hide her vulnerability. I dont know what to do, she admitted, before squeezing her eyes, another grunt escaping her lips. The pressure its just oohhhhh she groaned, her legs shuddering. And despite all this, Ted found himself getting aroused.
Ted slowly approached, slightly intimidated by Conas continued transformation. He reached out and lightly stroked Conas belly-nipple, causing the woman to groan as the whole mass tightened in her arms. The combined arousal and discomfort left Cona nearly paralyzed.
Seizing the opportunity, Ted slid behind Cona, wrapped his arms around her, and took to rubbing what he could reach of the mass, gently at first, but with increasingly more pressure. He massaged it as Cona shuddered and groaned. Cona fell into panting, her face reddening, and eyes tearing, and Ted could feel her growing bigger, plumper, fuller, her belly distending, the massive nipple enlarging as the milk struggled to find an escape, but there was none.
Suddenly Cona managed to pull away. What are you doing!? she said, looking pained. Youre justjust making it worse! Oh god, Cona grunted as her belly tightened again. She was slightly hunched, barely able to stand upright anymore.
She clutched the mass the best she could, groaning as her belly pulsated and throbbed. Moisture began to seep into her pants between her legs.
Ted again tried to approach. Cona, you have to stop fighting it-
But Cona regained her composure and managed to back away. She exited the office and closed the door behind her before making her way to her own office, beneath all the pressure, arousal, and discomfort.
Cona locked her office door and leaned against it as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel her pants being pushed down completely, the scarf pulling apart, her bottom absolutely massive by then. It resembled two plump cantaloupes pressed together on her posterior.
He looked at her belly in distress, not knowing what she would do. The pump was no use. Ted was no help.
The hospital was only a few blocks from there. Cona finally made the commitment
to go. It was dark out, so hopefully not too many people would take notice of her. And what did it matter anyway? The situation was quickly getting out of control.
His bottom bobbing, Cona waddled over to her desk and perched her belly down
against its surface, sighing as her back was freed of its weight, at least momentarily. She reached into a drawer and pulled out the athletic tape she had used when she had first started growing. Awkwardly reaching around herself, Cona began to wrap her hips and ass with the tape, doing dozens of revolutions, struggling to gain some semblance of support and modesty.
As Cona finished up, her ass-mounds were finally concealed (albeit still quite large), but she suddenly became conscious of how much higher her upper breasts seemed than usual. And they seemed to be rising, suddenly pressing into chin. Confused and concerned, Cona searched for the source of the growth spurt, but she was overcome by a heated, tingling sensation, her breasts just lifting higher as she reddened and groaned.
Cona could no longer maintain control. She thrust her head back, moaning at the
sensation of some something happening. Something developing. Aahhhhhhh! Conas breasts wobbled as they were pushed higher and higher, two new breasts emerging beneath them- soft, fat, round masses, swelling, and swelling
pushing their way out from between the others. Oh god, oh no nggghhh, Cona
groaned, clutching her newly-developed breasts as they came to match the size of the upper ones, and they were still growing.
Panting, she cupped them in morbid fascination. She now had two pairs of plump honeydew-sized breasts perched atop her massive belly-breast. And the new set had developed outrageously fast, faster than any of the others! If anything, this told Cona that she had to get moving.
Clutching her belly, she pulled herself away from the desk, but now things were more awkward than ever. Her highest set of breasts were now squishing hard against her chin, and somewhat obstructing her field of vision. Cona waddled a few steps towards the door, and stopped, her back arching, and a fresh moan escaping her lips. The athletic tape bounding her ass tore to shreds, freeing the plumpening mounds and their wiggling nipples. No time to stop. She had to keep moving.
Pouring sweat, Cona struggled into the elevator. She jammed the button for the first floor and grunted as she waited for it to descend, each of her masses pulsating and tightening.
The elevator landed and Cona made her way out of the building, waddling the best she could down the sidewalk, but her body just kept growing. Masses began to emerge on her shoulder blades, as her ass-masses grew larger and rounder, and began to encompass her lower back. Her upper breasts began to encompass some of her shoulders, and her belly-breast rolled outwards, suffering such a substantial growth-spurt, that Conas knees collapsed beneath its weight.
The End
Comments
Nightmare49
oh wow. so she got two mega booty boobs!~
Kompera
Good idea. I might tack that on as a freebie.
Phat94
Beautiful! I don't suppose we'll get a female epilogue, as well?
