Cold Stone Cream Awesome
Cold Stone Cream Awesome
By QuetzaDrake
WARNING!: This story contains overeating, female masturbation, massive breast inflation, lactation, orgasm denial, and free advertising for Cold Stone Creamery®. If you don't like any of those, well, what have you got against Cold Stone Creamery®, man? Their ice cream is incredible.
Like an orgasm in your mouth, seriously.
Susan, a young and attractive mongoose girl, had finally finished her toughest day of classes that college had to offer her this semester. She had again overcome the weekly burden of having four classes meet one right after the other, from morning until early evening. Of course, she was exhausted. Susan was nearly dragging her paws along the sidewalk, drudging past fellow classmates and other furs that made their home in this quaint college town. Her usually-luxurious red hair was fairly disheveled and her brownish fur was dirty and slightly pungent from a run she was forced to complete when a preaching Christian questioned her morality and damned her to Hell when she called him an idiot.
Still, Susan was as cheery as an exhausted college freshman could be, for she was heading to one of her favorite locations to relax: the local Cold Stone Creamery®. Oh yes, she thought, soon that deliciously soft and creamy goodness will fill the emptiness my belly has been raving about for the past eight hours! The thought of that delectible ice cream, with chunks of whatever condiments she could dream of rolled in, made her pick her feet up and hurry as fast as she could. Finally, her journey was at an end as her tired eyes gazed upon that glorious storefront, right between the Barnes & Noble and a bar run by a guy named Moe. Susan almost squeeled with joy as she pushed open the door to that Eden of ice creameries.
Susan was somewhat perplexed as to why the store was empty, sans the scaly-looking fellow behind the counter. Not a customer besides her stood in the Creamery, which was odd considering that Tuesday seemed to have always been a busy night for Cold Stone. Still, this meant that there would be no line to impede her on her mission to have a good cup of super-premium ice cream, so she set the slightly-troubling thought to her brain's brig. Susan approached the display where the various ice creams were kept as the store employee meandered over.
"Hello, ma'am, what can I get you?" the employee chimed.
"Hmm...I'm not quite sure what to get tonight..." Susan pondered, rubbing her chin as she looked at the multitude of flavors at her disposal. "Do you have any recommendations..." Susan looked at the scaly employee's nametag, finding DONALD crudely stamped onto it, "...Donald?"
"Well, we just got in a new batch of this new flavor. I think it's called...Milky Surprise," he answered. Susan looked at him cock-eyed, slightly confused.
"Milky Surprise? What's that taste like?" she inquired, curious as to what kind of milky surprise this new ice cream flavor had going for it.
"I dunno, I haven't eaten it, but I can tell you that everyone who has ordered it since we got it has approved 110%," Donald replied, smirking a little bit. Susan pondered this for a moment, then shrugged.
"Alright, I'll try some. A Gotta Have It size of Milky Surprise with some white chocolate chips, please!" she chimed, her muzzle wide with a smile.
Donald nodded, getting the two spatula-esque utensils from a nearby counter and quickly taking up some of the Milky Surprise from its tub. It was just an ordinary white color, much like vanilla, though it seemed brighter with a yellowish tint. Donald, with all the dexterity and mastery of an ice cream king, plopped the mound of ice cream on a wooden slab and dropped some white chocolate chips into the mix. Donald quickly, yet gently, began folding the ice cream over itself, mixing the chocolate chips right into the soft creamy goodness. As Donald mixed, Susan noticed that he was actually a snake of some sort, his scales a dark green color, his belly a sort of pale yellow, and his lower half a familiar long tail. Before she could dwell on this further, Donald plopped it into a large, 12 ounce cup and moving over to the register.
Susan happily paid the lizard-like man and sat at one of the tables nearby to enjoy her delicacy. Donald, once finished with the register, vanished through a backdoor behind the counter into an employee's only area, but Susan didn't notice as she picked up her plastic spoon and dug into the ice cream. She had to admit that this new flavor looked and smelled particularly delicious, and her favorite mix-in of white chocolate chips was only enticing her further. Without further delay, she took up a spoonful of the ice cream and quickly popped it into her mouth.
Suddenly, it seemed as though time stopped. Susan, frozen, sat there with that spoon protruding from her mouth, as the most incredible feelings invaded her brain. This Milky Surprise was the best ice cream--no, the best ANYTHING that she had ever tasted, and her mind was trying to process it. After her noggin caught up almost five minutes later, the ice cream found its way down her throat, with company on its way, fast. Susan literally shoveled the ice cream into her maw, chugging it down, desperate to get more onto her taste buds. Her mind was so drunk with sweet, creamy euphoria that she didn't even worry about the migraine that would no doubt occur soon.
After a voracious few seconds, the 12 ounces of ice cream she had bought had vanished down her gullet, though a large puddle of it still managed to stick around her lips. Susan quickly licked all of that off, absolutely needing to have that incredible taste back on her tongue. Susan panted as she leaned back in the chair, having not taken in a breath since she began her rampage. A few moments later, after catching her breath, Susan stared at the empty cup for a moment before realizing that she needed more, immediately. She turned her head to the counter, but was disappointed as Donald had still not come back. Susan groaned as her stomach seemingly growled, almost begging to have more of that ice cream within it. She stared at the tub in the glass display, licking her lips slowly, periodically turning her needy gaze to the door that Donald had disappeared through.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Susan rose out of her seat and almost ran to the counter. In an acrobatic feat, Susan leapt over the counter and into the worker's station. She dove for the display, jamming the door open and grabbing the metal pot of Milky Surprise. She opened her jaw wide and drove it straight into that bin, chewing and licking with an energy unseen before. The large bucket was soon licked clean even faster than the 12 ounce cup that preceded it, Susan's tongue desperate to get as much of the flavor as it could. Once empty and clean, Susan's head popped out and a loud belch erupted from her mouth. The bin was dropped to the floor as the mongoose fell to her bum, her stomach now quite pudgy. She rubbed her gut gently, relishing in the flavor extravaganza her mind was still adjusting to.
Suddenly, a twinge raced up Susan's spine that was fairly familiar to her. She gasped slightly, her paw stopping at her belly button. She looked down, feeling a certain somewhere getting wetter. Susan wondered why she was suddenly getting aroused. Had the ice cream been so good that it was like having sex? Could ice cream do that? She didn't have time to ponder further, however, as another shock coursed through her body as her fingers grazed her stomach. She sucked in air, trying to stop herself, knowing that that guy Donald was behind the nearby door and it would've been extremely awkward for him to come across her.
Susan fought her libido, standing up and trying to get over the counter so she could maybe get out of there before Donald came back and discovered she had eaten an entire bin of ice cream. However, as her heavier body tried climbing over, it rubbed against the cold surface and a moan escaped from Susan's lips. She couldn't take it anymore. Susan quickly took off her shirt and pants, leaving her nearly naked. Luckily for her, no one was out on the street, so no one would be getting a free show, though the concern never crossed her mind.
Susan parted her panties and immediately began to finger herself, moaning long as her slick hole was already producing a steady flow of liquid. She steadied herself with her other paw, grasping the counter. Susan grunted as she added a second finger, than a third. She growled annoyedly; for some reason, her fingers didn't seem to be doing much. Susan then took her free hand and grabbed hold of her breast, rubbing at her nipple.
That did it. Susan's vagina suddenly exploded with juice, a long yowl escaping the mongoose's muzzle as a huge orgasm rocked her body. Her knees quivered as the orgasm ebbed, yet she still felt the need to continue her efforts. Susan massaged her aerola and nipple, the intense pleasure coming from it feeling as if a 10-inch penis were slamming into her. She felt another climax building; Susan took the hand that was masturbating her and moved it over to her other breast. This sent her over the edge again, perhaps moreso, as more juices streamed out of her, Susan practically screaming at the euphoria she was feeling.
Suddenly, as this second orgasm died down, Susan noticed something through her pleasure-fogged vision. She looked down and...and her breasts appeared to be getting bigger! She gasped, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her, but her hands told her that it was no dream. Her once-B cup breasts had suddenly become D-cups, and the thought only seemed to make Susan hornier. She redoubled her efforts, rubbing at her nipples as if she were trying to erase a pen mark on a Scantron test. She moaned and yowled, her vagina muscles clenching and spitting liquid, a puddle forming at her soaked feet.
Susan noticed that something heavy was causing her to start to lean forward. She peered down and gasped in shock as her breasts were visibly expanding! Her boobs surpassed D's now, maybe ranging in the F category now, still growing! Her tongue lolled out as a loud groan escaped her lungs, Susan now squeezing her nipples. A loud pitter-patter noise caused Susan's ears to perk, and she looked for the cause. As crazy as it sounds, she found that it had come from her own breasts, milk squirting out of her nipples as she tugged at them!
Susan now knew that her breasts were filling with milk, and despite the fact that her tuggings were now causing her liquid to squirt out like a spray bottle, her mammaries were still growing more massive with each passing second! She grew slightly worried for a moment, but her body quickly responded by sending the most intense orgasm yet through her. She screamed, keeping her nipples squeezed, a constant jet of milk erupting from each and a river of cum flowing down her legs.
And yet still her body was not done as her needs grew even more heated. After a moment, Susan took a new course of action and plowed her own maw onto her left breast. She sucked desperately, a large flow of her own milk entering her mouth. Susan was immediately taken by surprise as she realized that her own milk tasted just like the Milky Surprise ice cream! Being reminded of that heavenly flavor only made Susan's sucklings more desperate, gushes of milk entering her muzzle and exiting down her throat.
Another orgasm racked her, then another and another, but still her body demanded more. Her breasts were getting huge, as big as medicine balls, but still she needed more of her own delicious cream inside of her. As her milk entered her stomach, it seemed to just heighten her arousal and growth rate, as though she were eating more of that fateful ice cream. Suddenly, Susan's mouth was forced from her nipple as it suddenly flipped up and away from her. Confused and in grave need of more, she looked to see why her nipple had left her mouth. She saw that her breasts, now stretching almost completely over the countertop by the register, were too big for her to reach around anymore.
Susan grunted and groaned, the milk she had already drunk still being digested, causing her humungous breasts to balloon even more, but deprived of the only way to relieve herself. After only a few moments, Susan couldn't stand the plateau of pleasure that she was being forced through. She called out to Donald, practically screamed for the scaly Cold Stone employee. As her breasts began to sag over the counter, her nipples leaking profusely, her pleas seemed to finally be answered as the door behind her slowly opened.
"Oh, jeez, you ate the entire pot?? My boss is going to kill me..." Donald groaned, a hand scratching the top of his head. Susan tried to ask for help, to ask for him to drain her ever-growing breasts and relieve her, but all that she could manage was a session of moans as her pleasure mounted, her nipples grazing the ground as her boobs expanded out like magma. Donald stared at her with a worried face for a moment, trying to think of what to do.
"Uh...I...I have to go call my manager, excuse me!" Donald quickly yelled, slithering back through the door for the phone. Susan yelled for him, but was quickly lost in the mindblowing pleasure that erupted through her like a volcano as her breasts crawled along the floor and rose towards the ceiling. She grunted, frantically rubbing at her breastflesh, trying to drive herself over the edge, but her next climax stayed out of her reach...
***
It had been two months since the Cold Stone Creamery® had mysteriously been torn down. Nobody was quite sure why the ice cream parlor's building had seemingly been reduced to rubble overnight, as no one heard any wrecking crews or had even known about plans for demolition, though some claimed to hear a multitude of other things, including the crumbling of the building, a fire truck, a helicopter, or even the screams of a woman. In a newspaper interview, the owner of the store wouldn't give details to the reasons why his building had seemingly passively exploded (nor why the area had seemingly been blasted by a firehose, as if to clean something) but he assured everyone that a new Cold Stone would be built in its place by next year.
Nobody saw Susan the mongoose again. After a long search was conducted, she was presumed dead and missing and her case was filed cold. Her roommate Maggie got a 4.0 GPA that semester due to the loss, and life moved on...
***
In a large building many miles from that college city, a snake-morph slithered through a hallway. To his left and right, women were staying in large, furnished rooms. They were performing various activities; some were watching TV, some were reading, and one was even building a house of cards. One thing was common among these women, though: their breasts all ranged from large to huge. Some merely looked as though they had recently visited a plastic surgeon, but a few rivaled anything from basketballs to large beachballs, to one very happy woman who read a novel while leaning against beanbag-sized breasts.
All of these women had been employed by Cold Stone Creamery® after they had had the Milky Surprise ice cream, for the secret to Milky Surprise was the fact that its cream came from the breasts of women like them. However, they were now producing milk that would be going into the more public-friendly version, a so-called Milky Magic, where it would have all the flavor but none of the side-effects.
Still, quite a number of the rooms were empty, as the snake-morph noticed, as Cold Stone had suddenly acquired an employee that could easily handle the rest of the milk supply that was needed. The snake-morph took out a keycard as he approached the lone door at the end of the hallway. Swiping it and pressing a few keys, the door buzzed open and he quickly slithered inside.
"Hey there, Susan, how are you today?" Donald called out to the mongoose.
"I'm a little tired, Donald, but otherwise I'm okay!" Susan yelled back, a few moans escaping her maw as she finished her sentence.
"Alright, well, I just came in to tell you that Milky Magic is even more popular than we previously anticipated! We've got orders coming in so fast that we've already promised ice cream months in advance! So, we're going to have to increase your output by 80% by tomorrow so we can make up for it!" Donald said as he slithered over to a control panel.
"Mmm, really? That's --uuunf-- w-wonderful! I've always thought I could --ooough-- could be b...b...bigger!" cried the mongoose atop her perch.
Donald pushed a few buttons on the panel, then pulled a switch. A hose lowered from the 200-foot high ceiling towards Susan's muzzle. She gladly bit down onto it as a steady flow of white fluid flowed down from it. She guzzled enthusiastically, loving the flavor of her own milk, as she laid atop her gigantic breasts, knowing full well that an adult sperm whale could easily swim inside one of them. And the thought of her becoming bigger only managed to speed the process as she rode her constant orgasm, moans escaping her mouth despite the hose, her breasts slowly absorbing its own milk's magical nutrients back into it as she grew, and grew...
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The End
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