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Cosmic Cow, by DragonMasterX.

“C’mon, pretty kitty. Don’t you wanna get out of here and have some fun with me? At least let me spot ya.”

Those impetuous words continued to enter Xilimyth’s right ear and coming out the left one, not one thought spared to the muscle-bound lion that had been hounding her at the gym for the last ten minutes. She didn’t even know, nor care, who the guy was. Xili was deeply focused on her bench pressing while the persistent annoyance continued to flirt away.

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the dragon cheetah hybrid. A fan of bodybuilding, Xili would come to the gym six days a week, alternating muscular groups while being mindful of rest and recuperation. She was a frequent sight around the gym. 6’6” worth of dracocheetah made most people feel intimidated, but it naturally excited others.

In recent months, Xili had gotten serious with her regimen, pushing her limits and doubling her gym time from the recommended and spaced three days a week. The results had been spectacular, with her former athletic build going just beyond buff. Without compromising any part of her body, she had honed every muscle until they had torn and rebuilt countless times, developing into thick, durable cord which pushed out her spotted yellow fur. Top to bottom, from powerful calves to impressive deltoids, she had become a towering amazon few could compare to.

But that transformation was just one of the dracocheetah’s selling points. One could immediately tell why the courting lion wouldn’t tear his eyes from one specific point in Xili’s upper torso. Although exceptionally muscular now, Xilimyth’s figure hadn’t lost its femininity in the least.

She had always been an enviably top-heavy girl. While the average female cheetah could at the most look forwards to maybe achieving a height on par with their male counterparts, they were usually of sleek form and hardly developed curvaceous figures. Xilimyth’s black and dark purple sports bra struggled to hold breasts which were each a cup size larger than her head. The likewise colored spandex hugging her hips accentuated their width, with muscularly plump thighs and a perfectly round-shaped rump helping complete the hourglass-shape of her body.

Xili wasn’t self-conscious. She was, in fact, very proud of her exceptional proportions and well-sculpted body. Compliments and admiration had nourished her ego, but their abundance had also taught the girl how to detect insincerity as well as true intentions. Even with her focus on her barbell and lifting form, Xili had been paying attention to the way the lion was curling his dumbbells next to her. He clearly was handling weight well over what his physique suggested he could manipulate and looked heavily winded from trying to keep up with her pace. In other words, he was showing off to impress her.

“You’ve been at that for a while. Don’t you wanna take a break and get something to eat, babe? My treat!” the lion insisted with a friendly grin when he saw Xilimyth put her barbell back down on its holder.

“Not interested,” Xili finally said as she sat up on the bench. A light layer of sweat seemed to be adding a sparkle to the ends of her spotted fur. The muscles on her arms and chest were still tensed, causing her biceps to round out even without flexion, and her chest to tighten and give a slight extra push to her bust. “Plus, I’m here with a friend,” she said with a forced smile. Xili really didn’t like these types; they were all talk in the end.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. The old here with a friend line?” the lion laughed, “I’m not picking a slut off a bar. I just wanna be friends, honest!”

Unfortunately for the lion, his honesty was betrayed by the way he continued to leer at Xilimyth’s chest. It was especially egregious when she stood up, and the six extra inches she had on the fellow feline became a looming prevalence. His face was practically level with her rack. It made him do a double take, especially when she began to unfold those draconic wings at her back which she had been lying on until now. They clearly needed a good stretch.

“Jeezus you’re tall…” the lion gasped. This wasn’t the first nor the last time Xili was going to hear that one. And yet regardless of intention, it was a line that instantly brought a smile to her face whenever it was uttered.

Towering over the suddenly trepidant male made Xili feel warm inside. The kind of self-gratuity one feels after a job well-done, except all she had done was allow the lion to acknowledge the size difference between them. “Get going then,” she said, as if dismissing a child. “I gotta work on my triceps next.”

But, to Xilimyth’s dismay, the lion only seemed to double down, setting his dumbbells down and suddenly stepping closer than she was comfortable with. “I’ve never seen a chick this big and buff before. What a turn-on! Look, I’ll leave ya alone, but gimme your Insta at least. Keep in touch?”

All at once, elation seemed to vanish from Xili’s expression, replaced by an increasingly flatter stare. “Dude, I told you. I’m here with a friend and I’m so not interested.”

“But why not?” the lion insisted yet again, huffing and tensing in a way that made his muscles bulk up to make himself appear larger. Xili could tell this tactic seemed to have worked well for him in the past because he looked like he was about to pop. “I’m twice the man any of the losers here will ever be. And that’s what you can see!” he purred.

“Creep,” Xili thought out aloud, getting the lion to flinch from her contemptuous look. He seemed offended. Good she thought, but she could do one better. With a discreet smile, she added: “But you might have a point.”

The lion seemed to perk up all at once, pupils dilating at the sound of hope.

“I’ll consider what you said, but you’ll have to keep up with my routine. Sound fair?” Xili said, reaching down for one of the lion’s dumbbells to pull it off the floor.

“Haha! You got it, babe,” the lion smirked, reaching down for his remaining dumbbell, recalling the hybrid had mentioned triceps. “Overhead extensions?” he guessed.

Xilimyth nodded while casually spinning the locking nut of her dumbbell off. The confident lion imitated her and was about to remove the heaviest plate to lop side the weight, but then something gave him pause. The dracocheetah was instead adding even more weight to the end of the dumbbell. And when she was done, she fastened that side and spun the dumbbell to do the same to the other end. Hesitant at first, the lion followed suit and suddenly each dumbbell was now twice its original heft.

“8 sets of 12,” Xili simply explained, bringing the enormous dumbbell up above her head with just one hand before joining the other at the underside of the inner plate on the top. Her triceps began to pop out nicely as she allowed the weight to pull her arms down behind her. “Ready?” she asked.

The lion struggled to bring the dumbbell up with one hand like Xilimyth had, needing the strength of both of his arms to make it to the proper position. He grunted effortfully, his tail rigidly standing up with even the hairs of his tail tuft standing up. With a suddenly uneasy nod and a nervous laugh. Already one could see on the surface of his eyes that not one bit of self-awareness had gone into this plan. The lion had staked his pride on this. There was no way he would let a girl show him up, especially one he was attempting to woo!

They began in earnest. Unfortunately, not even half-way into the exercise, the lion’s triceps looked like they might explode from the exertion. Compared to Xili’s measured pace, he looked like a rookie who simply did not know his limits. Reality came crashing on the lion when his strength was found lacking and he slowly felt the weight behind his head was about to pull him back and in the direction of the floor. But before he could stumble, the curvy amazon’s arm lunged in his direction, taking her hand ignoring him in favor of his dumbbell before pulling it alongside him back up.

With a labored huff, Xilimyth pulled hard enough to take the large dumbbell off the lion’s hands. The lion could only stare in disbelief as she set that incredibly heavy dumbbell and her own down on the floor, his arms stuck in the same overhead position as they had been. “Ahh…” he choked on his words, letting out a pitiful little gasp instead. He found his neck craning back a little as Xili sauntered closer and, for once, he looked up from her voluminous chest and at her piercing violet eyes instead. “Guh,” his arms finally relaxed and he began to tremble all over as she gently put the side of her index under his chin to tilt his head back to make sure he was paying attention to her.

“Why don’t you run along now, little man?” Xili said softly at first, “Go waste some floozy’s time. I got weights to lift,” she finished off.

It was inaudible, but something had definitely cracked. In one swift move, the lion’s bravado had hit the floor the same way as his tail had. After being so loud until now he suddenly had nothing to more to say.

“Hmph. Pathetic,” Xili muttered with a sigh, blowing air up at violet bangs. She turned around and bent over to pick up one of the large dumbbells. The hybrid was ready to resume her interrupted workout session when she felt something swat at her large behind. A chirp escaped Xili’s lips as she stood back up straight with widely open eyes. The blow wasn’t meant to be painful, but the sting of humiliation made the amazon growl and turned her shocked expression into one full of ire. Gripping the handle of her dumbbell hard, she swiftly turned around: “What’s the big idea you…?!”

But where Xilimyth had expected to find the slightly shorter lion standing before her again, the dracocheetah instead was welcomed by the sight of a bosom equally large and squishy as her own. “Can’t be sticking your booty out like that, kitten!” said the even taller alligator girl lording six whole inches over Xilimyth. Her friend Lola had finally returned; a protein shake held in each claw with her thick tail slithering around behind its owner, the culprit of that spank. “Who knows what kinda pervert could try to take advantage of you, heehee!”

The warning would’ve made a lot of sense without the irony, but Xili was used to that bubbly redhead’s antics. Looking a little annoyed, Xili took one of Lola’s shakes in her hand and huffed. “Took you long enough.”

“I got a bit lost. It’s still technically my first week!” Lola stuck her tongue out and parked her big gator butt down on the bench Xili had been using earlier, crossing her long, slender legs. Unlike Xili, Lola was wearing leggings instead of shorts, but she was wearing a similar sports bra, although hers was black and neon green.

“This is why I told you I wanted to go get the ‘shakes. You’re still new,” Xili said after taking the first few gulps of her refreshing, energizing drink. She pointed at Lola with her shake’s straw, “But then again, I guess you dodged a bullet. Had that dumbass on me until now.”

Tilting her head sideways, Lola’s flowing red hair followed her in almost waving motion. Her yellow eyes seemed to be tracing someone else’s steps for a moment before she turned her attention back to Xili. “Oh dear. I was trying to figure out what was getting that downtrodden fellow to lose so many mane hairs. He’s like the twelfth one this week, isn’t he?”

Xili scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t exaggerate, silly. Fourth. Fifth tops.”

“You know, some gals would kill to get that much stud attention!” Lola stuck her tongue out, playfully nudging Xili on the side.

“If you could call that a stud,” Xili shrugged with little enthusiasm.

“Alrighty, sassy kitten,” Lola giggled, “So, where are we going next?” she said, leaning forth to press her lips to the straw of her shake to take a somewhat long slurp.

Xili decided she could finish with her triceps later. Lola was the kind of girl that’d skip out on all exercise if given the chance, even though she had been the one begging Xili to help her shave off the last few extra pounds she had put on during winter. Prickly as she could be, the dracocheetah still considered herself a good friend. “Let’s go to the treadmills. I could also use some cardio, too.”

“That’s like uhh…” Lola stretched her neck to peer above the equipment, and pointed. “Over there in the corner! Hah, I’m getting used to this place. Don’t need you to hold my hand as much, see?” and in response, Xili blurted a little laugh. After quickly getting things at the weight rack in order, the winged feline gestured for Lola to stand up and follow her.

For the most part, Lola had been right about the attention Xili pulled, but that wasn’t to say the alligator fell behind in any measure. Gym jocks and newbies alike stopped to turn their heads and check out the two friends as they made their way to the treadmill corner.

It was a treat to watch them saunter side by side. The girls’ builds were in direct contrast: While Xili boasted a top-heavy muscular figure, Lola’s silhouette followed a considerably thicker hourglass shape. Lola’s crimson locks were silky, but so long she had to bundle them up while at the gym. And although Xili herself hadn’t ever grown her hair out to ankle level, she had recently decided to cut her hair short, keeping only her shallow bangs. Even with the new hairstyle, it didn’t detract from her femininity in the least.

Xili could tell Lola enjoyed the attention from guys. Unlike herself, the tall gator girl actually turned her head to the compliments and responded with little finger waggles and a smile with her small yet supple red reptilian lips. For someone who focused on her training while at the gym and hated interruptions, it impressed the hybrid just how flirty her friend could be.

“I know I keep saying this, but there are so many cuties in this place,” Lola grinned, turning to Xili as they walked together, “It’s enough to keep a gal motivated to rid herself of extra calories!”

“Long as they don’t get in the way, they’re alright, I guess,” Xili shrugged before narrowing her eyes at Lola with a smirk, “I’d snap that puppy boy making eyes at you in two, though.”

“Oooh. I think he’d be into it, too!” Lola agreed, muffling her giggle with the back of her hand in ladylike fashion. The animated chat went on as their protein shakes went down. As they finally made it to their goal though, Lola noticed most of the machines were in use already.

Of the three treadmills at the gym corner, two were occupied while the other had a hastily drawn void sign on it, indicating it was out of commission. A slightly chubby wolfess and a fit sheep girl were trotting on them.

“Looks like they’re in use,” Xili huffed, hands at her sides. Folding her wings in to allow her better peripheral vision, she glanced around at the other machines. “Have you tried elliptical yet?”

“Ellis tips, what?” Lola cluelessly quirked her brow, leaning in as she followed her friend’s gaze to the elliptical machines. “Ohh! The ski-stick thingies. Nope! Looks like it’d be great for my butt though. Let’s do it!” she gently pumped a fist up, already looking eager. She hastily pushed her empty shake cup onto Xili’s arms before skipping off.

“Sure, I’ll toss these away,” the dracocheetah sarcastically said. As she approached the trash bins at the wall though, she stopped. Xili’s ears stood up to the noise of indignant murmuring.

“…loud-ass bimbo-zilla, where does she get off being so tall and…”

“…muscle bitch, who does she think she is? Had my eyes on Joey all month and he goes for her instead; tits probably fake…”

The plastic cups in Xili’s grip bent and crunched apart in her solidified grip. “Hey Lola?” she raised her voice as she put the destroyed, dripping cups into the trash bin and turned around with a smile.

Lola was standing beside the only free elliptical machine, already testing the movements before she got on it. “What’s up? I’m trying to figure these out!”

“Changed my mind,” Xili thumbed back over her shoulder at the occupied treadmills. “Let’s do some running.”

Lola was confused at first, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she approached the treadmills along her friend. “Oh! Were you two done?” she asked the wolfess and sheep, who were suddenly looking meek with both amazons standing over them.

“Uh…” the sheep, the smaller of the two, was the first one to stutter in answer. “Ah-actually…” she began only for Xili to interrupt her.

“You were leaving, right?” Xili pushed, leaning onto the sheep’s treadmill handles, biceps popping on her arm from the minor flex. “Rude to hog the machines after you’re done.”

“I was thinking of going for another two laps,” the sheep stood her ground, unsure if to stare at Xili’s biceps or her piercing gaze. She had been the one to call the hybrid a muscle fake-titted bitch; and now she was concerned the dracocheetah had heard her.

The wolfess, in the meantime, was utterly in silence; humbled by the way Lola’s immense bust loomed over her. Even atop the straight treadmill, the height difference was such that her eyes were only level with the underside of the extremely tall gator’s chest.

“That’s fair,” Xili nodded with simulated patience. She dropped the façade pretty fast though. “But seeing as though I’m a bitch, I’m gonna have to insist, flatty mutton-chops.”

The remark made the sheep flinch and stumble. She reached for the handles to stabilize, but quickly removed her right hand from an unexpectedly soft and squishy surface. “Guh…! My bad,” she said, blushing at the way the chesty hybrid’s bosom jostled in her stuffed sports bra.

“Pfft, don’t worry,” Xili casually said, amused with the sheep’s reaction. “I’m curious though. These real enough for you?” she asked, standing up straight and stretching her arms back. This had the effect of sticking her boobs out even more prominently.

Embarrassed and speechless, the athletic but clearly outgunned sheep stood still and let the treadmill carry her back before she hopped off and stomped off with a mixture of shame and anger. Seeing her friend walking off made the wolfess finally snap and hop off to chase after her. She only glanced back once at Lola, who waved her good-bye with a chirpy grin.

“Show off much?” the gator snickered as she and Xili climbed the treadmills together.

“You got it, you flaunt it. Not my fault she’s a smoldering pile of envy,” the dracocheetah smirked, setting her own workout at the console while telling Lola what to do to set her own up. “Anyway, let’s work up from a trot until we get to running, okay?”

Lola nodded, thinking of how competitive the gym scene could be among girls!

Five minutes into a light trotting, Xili encouraged Lola to get started with running, but made sure for her less experienced friend to keep to a speed that felt comfortable for her. Fifteen minutes later, the girls had worked up a sweat. Lola’s smooth scaled body had developed an attractive sheen even though she was already panting from exhaustion. “I’m either feeling the envy, or the burn, or both! Haaa…!” Lola half-laughed, looking at Xili’s perfect running form. “How do you keep it up this long without losing your breath, kuh-kitten?!”

“More practice, less flirting!” Xili shot her a wink, causing Lola to pout a little.

“Not fair! How do you practice your boobs slapping on your chest with every step, anyway?!” Lola whined, but tried psyching herself up. “Just ten more minutes…!”

“Imagine what it’d be like without a sports bra!” Xili sympathized, but she was used to her huge chest bouncing the way it did so it wasn’t as distracting anymore. On the other hand, there was a constant annoyance at the forefront of her bust that was making her hiss every so often. “Should’ve taken care of them this morning…” she muttered.

“What’s that?” Lola inquired, rubbing the sweat off her forehead. Xili just shook her head dismissively and focused on her running. Fortunately for the two of them, for different reasons, they were going to hit the showers soon.

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“Bwaaaah…!” Lola’s sigh of relief filled the women’s locker room. With her back against her locker, she felt herself slowly sliding down. “I’m eating all the fig pie I want tonight.”

“That’s not how it works,” Xili reprimanded from the locker across Lola’s. With her towel around her neck, the dracocheetah wiped the sweat off her brow. “I’ve told you before, exercise isn’t enough if you wanna shave off weight. You gotta…”

“…eat right, smaller portions, I knoooow!” the redhead whined. “But have you tried Mary-Ann’s fig cupcakes? I can’t have just one!”

“You’ve a fig addiction, girl,” Xili said with an incredulous quirk of an eyebrow and wry smile. “Lucky for you, you’re not that overweight from what you told me. Shouldn’t take you long to reach your goal if you keep at it.”

“Now that’s the kind of speech that gets a gal motivated!” Lola sprang from the locker room, “Because while I like watching you sweat with those big weights, I’m more of a shopping mall and hotel pool kinda babe!”

Xili smiled, stretching her right arm out and curling it up. Biceps near-exploded with power, pushing out the skin beneath her fur as a nice sphere of muscle swelled above her limb. She wasn’t as thick as a professional bodybuilder, but all of her hard work had certainly paid off.

Swooning over to Xili, Lola squealed like a giddy schoolgirl, reaching down with one claw above and one below the dracocheetah’s muscular arm to give it a squeeze. “Can never get tired of this. I know big guys with tree trunks for arms, but there’s something about a sister flexing this powerfully that just gets me going, y’know?”

Dragons and felines are some of nature’s proudest creatures. It only stood to reason that a hybrid between them wouldn’t be stuck with an underdeveloped ego. But Xilimyth took it a step further. Mother Nature had deemed it right to not only run her over with the puberty steamroller, but also pump her height to become a statuesque beauty. All the attention she had gotten from guys and even some girls while growing up had fed her self-esteem like nothing else, suddenly finding herself the center of attention wherever her long legs and huge tits went. It had been enough to push a younger, much shier dracocheetah into becoming a bastion of confidence and sex appeal.

More than being able to get anything and anyone she wanted though, Xilimyth loved feeling admired and even worshipped by those she was bigger, curvier and now even stronger than. Even someone like Lola who was a good deal taller than she was couldn’t keep her hands off her muscles. And that wasn’t all: Girls like the sheep back at the treadmill were like a delicious morsel for her ego to munch on.

It was true that envious stares and petty remarks had used to make her feel awkward, but it wasn’t long before Xili had realized that just as some people would love her for being superior in some way, others would hate her for it. Love and hate were just sides of the same coin for someone like Xili. It was the fact that they acknowledged her superiority that got her off.

That was why Xili flaunted with every chance she got. Even now, with Lola distracted rubbing her powerful arms, she could see some of the gym goers meekly passing her by, others staring from the lockers while murmuring about how big and strong she looked. Having all eyes on her didn’t bother her. Xili welcomed their worship. And it suited her just fine if they hated her for having a fitter and curvier body. She could in fact picture herself stealing the attention of their men from right under their noses.

Before she could further fantasize however, Xili found herself mewling as she felt pressure at her chest. While her mind wandered, Lola had gone around her and had put her claws under her breasts, boldly taking them in her claws to give them both a firm squeeze. “Ahhn…!” she moaned.

“Feels extra wet up here, kitten!” Lola teased, “Happens here too?”

Shivering from both the grope and feeling the weight of Lola’s own squishy bust at her back, Xili could only grunt. “Don’t remind me,” she murmured with a light blush, “I forgot to milk them this morning. And don’t squeeze ‘em too hard, you’re gonna make me mess up this top,” she shrugged her shoulders to get Lola off her back.

“Heehee. I’d pay to see that!” Lola snickered. “I mean, I’ve seen you lactate before, kitten, but can you imagine spilling all that kitty cream over your barbells?”

“You got some weird fantasies,” Xili said, finally putting her towel away to begin stripping. “Let’s hit the showers. I wanna rinse all this sweat off.”

“Preaching to the choir there,” Lola agreed, unbundling her hair which cascaded over her back all the way down to her ankles. After the couple of amazons had taken their clothes off and stashed them away, they grabbed their shampoo sachets and headed off deeper into the locker room.

The gym’s showers counted with a set of three opposing showerheads on each wall, and a particularly well-maintained tiled floor. It wasn’t a huge room, which was why there was only one big drain at the center, but fortunately for the tall girls the ceiling was giving them sufficient space. The room was empty when they got there so Xili and Lola had it all to themselves. Hot water felt good after a workout whether one had furry or scaly skin, so the girls shared their relief as they washed the sweat off their curvy bodies.

Taking turns helping one another wash those trickier to reach parts, Xili stopped to admire the length of Lola’s hair as the taller gator pulled those long, supple locks to the front over her shoulders. “Isn’t it a hassle keeping your hair this long? Mine was driving me nuts and it only got down to my waist at most…” the hybrid opined as she gathered soap suds to slather them over Lola’s slender back.

Lola was scrubbing her outstretched right arm, amused by the commentary. “I think it’s feminine and it suits me!” she hummed to herself with palpable pride. Glancing down at her friend, she returned: “I guess it’d be impractical for someone who spends half the day being as active as you are, kitten. Nothing wrong with short hair. In fact, I think it’s very you!” she giggled.

“That’s what you used to say when I was rocking the dreads,” Xili playfully stuck her tongue out. The two had known each other long enough for Lola to have seen the various changes she had gone over the years, including the extra muscle mass she had put on.

“You can have more than one ‘You’ hairstyle, y’know!” Lola laughed. Soon enough, it was her turn to wash Xili’s back. Unlike Lola’s naked back, Xili’s had her large draconic wings as obstacles to get around while washing, but it’s not like either of them were in any hurry on that Friday.

Lola took her time starting at the base of Xili’s wings which were below the shoulders. Well-defined trapezoid muscles flexed against each other as Xili rolled her arms in a brief shrug, prompting Lola to go up and slather soap down from her deltoids to the small of her back and then coming back up. The alligator’s claws took a great deal of care with the wings’ membranes, even though Xili had assured her she didn’t have to do those appendages as it wouldn’t be fair for the wingless reptile. But Lola insisted and her touch was refined enough to massage the arguments away from Xili’s mouth. Getting a wing massage at the gym showers was simply not something she could often experience!

Soon, Xili found herself melting to the relaxing sensations. It had taken her only a moment to wash the rest of her body by herself, but with Lola taking care of the back all the drakitty needed to do was let herself sag and purr in delight. It didn’t take long before Xili found herself focusing only in the noise of splashing water and Lola’s humming, her eyes slowly closing. She would fall asleep standing at this rate!

It was such a pleasant feeling in fact that it had managed to numb the constant pressure at Xili’s chest. With the absent minded relaxation making Xili forget to hold back, all it took was the stimulation from the hot shower striking her breasts to get her milk ducts to dilate further. Before either lady could tell it was happening, the dracocheetah’s lightly trickling teats had begun dripping.

Since the shower water had been washing away what little of Xili’s breast milk had been coming out, it wasn’t noticeable at first. But lactation becoming constant caused a pair of small white streams of cream rolling down over the amazon’s round chest. They hit the tiled floor with a splash, dairy soon puddling with the water slowly draining into the center.

All Xili could think about was how good delicious Lola’s touch was. She wasn’t just washing her back and wings; she was taking care of knots and sores like nobody else’s business. No wonder she worked as a masseuse! “Ruh-remind me to swing by your parlor sometime, Lola… you’re just too good…” Xili purred out, eyes barely opening halfway with her tongue hanging out.

Lola smirked, happy with her new potential customer; she’d give her a good deal. “You said it yourself, kitten. You got it, you flaunt it!”

“Why don’t you do less of a mess while you’re flaunting? Trying to shower in peace, here,” a third voice added with a clearly annoyed tone. Lola and Xili both snapped out of their careless bonding to finally realize the showers weren’t empty anymore. They couldn’t tell themselves when the third occupant had come in, but as soon as they turned their heads to the right they finally noticed short black-haired heifer girl who had taken the shower next to Xili’s.

“Oh shoot! Were we being too loud?” Lola frowned, but something else the cow had said made the gator look over her friend’s head and down at her lactating boobs. “Oh… You are making a mess, kitten!”

Xili was grumpy over this interruption, already tensing up with her muscles tightening after having been relaxed for those amazing five minutes. Something about the tone in the cow girl’s words had ticked her off even though she certainly had a point about the milky mess she was making. Without any distractions, Xili could feel herself lactating; all that backed up breast milk she hadn’t drained that morning was freely pushing out now. Her stimulated nipples prompted the hybrid to cup and lift her hefty mounds, as if weighing them.

It had been only been a few months since Xili had begun prematurely lactating. She wasn’t the first nor the last to go through this before pregnancy, but it never quite bothered her. In fact, it was because she found the process so pleasant that she was now furious with the cow who had brought issue with it. “What’s your deal? It’s getting washed away, anyway.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m a cow and you don’t see me spilling milk all over. I don’t have to look at your balloon tits spraying, hmph!” the heifer snorted, rolling her eyes away from Xili to continue washing her hair. The dracocheetah didn’t appreciate the attitude.

Getting an idea, Xili began to grin. She stepped off her shower and moved away from Lola, stepping right next to the cow. With the extra foot of height advantage, all the hybrid had to do was push her chest forwards.

“Ackkpht…!” grumbled the cow as she noticed Xili approaching far too late, ending with her face smothered smack dab between those huge slosh tanks on the significantly taller girl. Before she could push Xili away though, the amazon began to lean in, pinning the little cow girl between the wall and the drakitty’s bosom.

“What’s the matter?” Xili asked, pressing her arm against the wall and resting her forehead against it. She could feel the discombobulated bovine squirming under the weight of her massive tits and that made the large, aggressive hybrid feel a little better. “Now you don’t have to look at them. Or did you actually wanna see?” she smirked, using her free paw to gently cup her right breast up, giving it a squeeze to make it spray milk. Purring, Xili ignored the cow’s angry growling and kept piling on her: “Can’t blame you. You’re pretty small for a cow. Bet you’ve never seen a cat this stacked and milky and that’s what got you all upset.”

Finally capitalizing on the humidity on the wall, the cow managed to slide down and away from the bullying pair of feline milk tanks. She huffed as she rubbed the milk dripping off her head. “Bitch. I’d hook you in the gut if I didn’t know I’d break my hand on those abs, goddamn…” she grumbled, blushing with embarrassment as the content hybrid turned sideways with those heavy jugs sloshing on her chest.

The smugness in Xili’s face told it all: She had just shown up a heifer, a member of a species known for monopolizing the dairy market, with her far larger and productive boobs. “Teach you to take that tone with me,” the dracocheetah thought, pleased with herself as the cow turned around the corner into the locker room and left. Before she could say anything though, she felt a familiarly firm groping at her tits which made her flinch. Xili chirped as more milk sprayed out to join the rest at the floor. “Gah! Little warning…?!”

“You’re being a verrry bad kitten today,” Lola purred down at her slightly shorter friend. “But then again, you’ve been carrying these full all day, huh? Look, they’re still going, heehee! Squishsquish.”

Xili couldn’t get a word in with the way Lola was handling her boobs. She had to push the overeager gator back, “I get it. Well, she ticked me off. How many times have we… well, I guess I have seen cows and goats and even sheep relieving themselves here and I haven’t said anything? I think she was just jealous, humph.”

“Hehe, put the claws away, kitten, you’re gonna turn me into a wallet at this rate,” Lola joked, and finally turned her own shower off after quickly rinsing her hands. “She could’ve been a little nicer, I guess. But don’t you think you went a little overboard?”

“Maybe,” Xili rolled her eyes, “Fine. I guess I’ll apologize on the way out,” she acceded before turning over to the showers. “Ugh, got me all drenched in my own milk, Lola. I’ll have to rinse.”

“I can…”

“No, I know what you’re gonna do,” Xili intercepted with a knowing smirk, pointing away. “Go ahead, I’ll only be a minute.” And thankfully Lola gave it up, sauntering away. The dracocheetah was left alone to get that last quick rinse, but just as she was getting done she felt a presence behind her. “You’re really persistent when it comes to my…” Xili was speaking as she began turning around, but an unexpected clash of her chest against another wall of sloshy squish cut her off, “…tits?”

Indeed. Xili had been expecting Lola to prank her, but those significantly larger bosoms currently pushing onto hers didn’t belong to a gator but another heifer. This one just as large as Xili was in terms of height and general muscle tone, but two cup sizes bustier. Xili blinked several times at the combined cleavage resulting from all four breasts, and the fact this other cow was so similar to the one from before, except she had long hair. “Think you’re milky, do ya?” the heifer asked, but before the shocked Xilimyth could even think of an answer, the heifer grabbed her breasts in her hands and all it took was a single squeeze to get her teats bursting with bovine dairy. Milk flowed out, splashing against Xili’s tits and making it splatter everywhere around her: Chest, neck, shoulders, face, hair; it got all over her.

“What’s the matter? Never seen a real pair of udders?” came a familiarly irritating voice from behind the large, muscular cow. It was the smaller heifer Xili had humiliated only a moment before.

“Thought you could mess with someone your own size,” the larger heifer snorted, “But you’re not stacked enough to feel this entitled, spotty. What’cha think you can do with lil’ squirters like those?” she smirked while brushing her long brown hair back.

“Damn, this is a lot,” Xili thought, pulling away from the fellow amazon casually showering her in her own breastmilk. She couldn’t quit staring at those gigantic knockers that made hers look small; Xili wasn’t used to feeling envy! It was two-fold as well given that she had convinced herself she was better at lactating than even cows!

“Heyyy, hey!” Lola’s voice came from behind the two heifers, waving an arm to catch Xili’s attention, but the dracocheetah was still stunned. “I think that’s enough. She gets it,” she told the other two girls.

“This isn’t your business, Red,” the smaller heifer huffed. “She called me small! I’m not tiny, I’m compact, right sis?!” she complained to the larger cow, who was still focused on Xilimyth.

“Those are kind of the same…” Lola pointed out with a nervous smile.

“Who asked you?!” the smaller heifer snapped, pointing up at the giant gator, “And what’s with those huge scaly gazongas? Is Mother Nature just slapping on a big ‘ol pair of funbags on all species these days?!”

“Aw funbags, shmunbags. Let’s not weaponize dairy, alright…?” Lola tried mediating, finally standing between Xilimyth and the larger heifer. With her looming height, it was hard not to take the bombshell of a redhead seriously.

Folding her arms across her large breasts, the muscular heifer said: “Long as she learned her lesson. Winged cats can’t beat cows,” she said, dragging her celebrating younger sister away with her to the other corner of the small showers.

Lola sighed and while helping Xili get cleaned up she asked out of concern: “You okay, kitten? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much boob-based punishment in one day!”

“I really can’t compete with her, can I?” Xili mumbled, eyes still wide open. When she noticed the look Lola was giving her, the drakitty huffed and looked away, “I’m okay. Just didn’t expect to see that much.”

“Well yeah, did you see the milk tanks on that heifer?” Lola giggled softly, trying not to raise her voice for Xili’s sake; the cows were still around after all. “I think she could fill a bathtub with those things.”

“She probably can,” Xili mumbled on the low, “Wish I was bigger than them. Then I’d show her who’s better.”

“Better, huh?” the yellow-eyed gator seemed to chirp up with a bright smile. “You’re really competitive, kitten. When does it stop?”

“Huh?” Xili cocked her head with a puzzled look. Lola waved dismissively.

“Ah, forget about the details,” Lola said, patting her friend on the back before finally turning her shower off now that she was properly rinsed. “Let’s go. I’m starving, and you said you’d bring me to that taco place you like! I worked out so I want my Mexican!”

“Fuh-fine! Jeez, you’re such a child sometimes!” Xili said as her friend dragged her out into the locker room. She paid one last glance at the large cow that had humiliated her. Xili was so used to being superior; but there was one thing she couldn’t be the best at it seemed. She had no idea why it was affecting her so much. Cheetahs are faster, dragons are stronger, cows are milkier. It was just the way of things.

And yet why did it bother her so much? Thankfully, good food and a full night’s sleep was all it took to get Xili’s mind off the events at the gym.

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It had been a long and dull day work. Overtime had extended Xilimyth’s stay to well after the sun had set. When she got to her apartment, all the dracocheetah could think about was cram whatever she had in the fridge down her gullet before jumping in bed. Her smartphone had been mindlessly abandoned at the kitchen counter alongside her keys. It was a Saturday night yet she didn’t care to go out or do anything other than plant her face into her pillow and snooze until Sunday afternoon.

But the glorious catnap did not come to pass. In fact, Xili found that she was the furthest away from being sleepy. 10pm became 11 as she turned around in bed while casually ridding herself of the articles of clothing she had neglected to remove earlier, one by one. Majestic wings spread out to the sides with Xili stretching her naked body as she stared at the ceiling with a pout.

“Already told Lola I’m not going out tonight…” Xili mused to herself, agreeing that she wasn’t feeling particularly sociable even for a close friend. She turned the TV on and idly browsed her streaming subscriptions for anything she might want to catch up on, but none of the shows looked like her cup of tea that evening. With a sigh, she shut the TV on and swiped at her nightstand for her phone, puffing her cheek out in frustration when she groped at empty air, “Right, left it back at the kitchen…” she grumbled, finally folding her wings in before hopping off the bed.

Phone in hand, Xili absent-mindedly flipped through social media. Those flexing selfies she had taken earlier were doing numbers in Mediagram; the desperate comments from simps wanting her to add them to her contacts or begging for her number always made her smile, but nothing beat coming girls accusing her of flaunting fakeness or ‘going hardcore on silicone’. Halfway into her return trip, Xili stopped to look down at the short corridor leading into her bathroom. “Maybe a hot shower will help get me sleepier,” she told herself and quickly went to fetch a towel. Xili was already nude after all. Living on her own made it easy to casually streak around.

Soon, the drakitty was relaxing under her showerhead which didn’t have any reason to envy the ones at the gym. The pressure and temperature were just fine, allowing the voluptuous draconic feline to enjoy her fur matting down against her skin. After the first five minutes though, Xili couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t feeling any sleepier. Something was bothering her: It was akin to low-grade anxiety, a crawling sensation deep within her. No, it was more of a tingling.

Xili blurted out a sigh, tilting her head back to feel the water splashing against her face. “What else helps restlessness?” she questioned herself. “Coffee and tea would relax me but the caffeine would have me jumping off the walls all night…” her ears twitched as she lazily opened an eye half-way, “…maybe a glass of warm milk.”

Just as she was mentally picturing that tall glass of warm milk, Xili felt that tingling intensify and advance upwards from her core to the front of her chest. It wasn’t painful at all, but it was strong enough to make the hybrid look down until she was faced with her large bust, causing her face to twist into a playful little smirk. “I guess I’m one of the few cats who can fill up her own glass…” she joked. But as she brought her hand up to cup the underside of her breast, Xili let out a sharp squeak as she felt her nipple squirt.

“Nnnhhh…! Puh-pretty sensitive tonight…” Xili commented as she watched the thin stream of milk ejecting out of her teat which her fingers hadn’t even managed to reach yet. It occurred to her that work had been too busy for her to even stop to think about milking herself. Fortunately, she was in the shower so there was hardly a better place to relieve herself at. “Let’s get this over with,” she thought.

Tending to her lactation had to Xilimyth become a regular, daily ritual. She had quickly found out the hard way that not dedicating ten to twenty minutes a day draining her dairy could lead to uncomfortable, sometimes embarrassing situations. As a result, she never went more than two days without milking herself. She counted with a handy breast pump to take care of it, but she usually made more than the little bottle it came with could contain and switching them mid-milking could be messy. Usually, even if her nipples were certainly sensitive to it, she preferred expressing by hand.

“Always tenderizes them too much. Nnngh…” the hybrid hesitantly dragged her fingers up the contour of her hefty orbs, towards her pink areolas. Each was fairly sized, with an engorged nub surrounded by white beads getting washed off by water as quickly as they emerged. Indeed, even before Xili could get single digit on her calmer teat, it reacted pretty much like its sibling, squirting and streaming out. “Cuh-can’t even touch them without… Ah!” the kitty moaned, feeling pressure suddenly increasing the instant her fingertips glided under her nipples.

It was such an overpowering feeling that Xili’s legs became a jiggling mess, forcing her to bend over as she suddenly had both boobs ejecting dairy out at unprecedented pace. “What’s going on?” she whimpered between reluctant mewls of pleasure. It was all she could do to avoid slipping as she carefully shuffled her feet on her bathtub to position her breasts away from the curtain. “Gonna make a mess at this rate!” she whined.

Arm muscles tensing up, Xili brought her hands up from her knees to her breasts again, avoiding her nipples and simply holding her beautifully massive milkers to have them lactate in the direction of the drain. “So much coming out, this is ridiculous…!” Xili realized she had little next to no control. Her breasts somehow had begun feeling heavier than even the weights she was used to work out with, but the heightened pleasure she was feeling certainly wasn’t helping her. “Guhhh… feels so good, though…!”

The heavily lactating drakitty found herself enjoying what was happening. It was an insane amount of pressure at her nipples, her boobs felt like they were going to explode and the only relief came from the dual streams of milk splashing out into the bathtub. “Haaaa… haaaa… it’s too much…!” the reasonable part of her brain eventually reminded her. She had to reach for her shower knob and turn it off because between the water and her spurting teats she was actually starting to fill the bath tub. Xili soon could barely see her feet, not that it was easy thanks to her huge bosom being in the way already, but even peering to the sides only greeted her with a large and growing puddle of cream rapidly approaching her ankles.

“What if it doesn’t stop?” Xili feared. She did her best to gently slide her paws over her fluffy mounds, holding her palms in front of her nipples and bit her lips to stifle a crazed moan when she pressed down on her teats as if attempting to patch over a leak. It was an ultimately futile attempt at wresting control of the situation, because no sooner than she tried to block the flow, all Xili got was a jolt of pleasure from her overstimulated nipples.

“Nnnyaaaaaaagh…!” she cried out needily. Defeated by overwhelming pleasure, Xilimyth’s knees bent forwards, causing her to collapse. She only managed to stop toppling over the edge of the bathtub by landing both hands on it after elbowing the curtain out of the way. Bent over and useless as she was, Xili was glad she had been fortunate enough to keep her tits inside the tub. “Haaaa…” she gasped, lips quivering as she glanced to the left at the vanity in her bathroom, where she had left her smartphone.

Xili needed help. She hastily looked down back at the climbing mess of kitty milk rising between her ankles and then back at the phone. Her arms weren’t long enough to get there, so she raised her voice: “Hey, Infi!” she shouted, and smiled when her phone screen lit up.

“Hey, Xili! How can I help?” asked the phone’s assistant. Xili allowed herself a sigh of relief. She noticed how the lactation wasn’t slowing down at all, but at least it wasn’t driving her nuts anymore. Perhaps she was getting used to it. Whatever the case, she still didn’t want to go through this alone and ordered her phone to call Lola.

Luckily for Xili, her friend picked up. There was a long, drawn-out yawn on the other side of the line. Mumbling out in a tired tone, Lola slurred: “Wuh-wut time… thought you di’nt wan go out… is thish a crancall, kit’n…? Shorry I ate yer shlice o’ fig pie earlier… mmm…”

“Nuh-nevermind that, this is serious!” Xili cried out, trying to be as clear as she could to avoid Lola hanging up. But how to explain this situation? “I need you to come over!” Xili quickly added. She needed that redhead awake and perky, so all it took was for Xili to manifest her needs as eloquently as she could: “My tits are spraying milk like a pair of fire hydrants right now, come help me!”

The gator’s apartment was in the floor above Xili, and they each knew where the other kept their spare key. Before Xili could even ask Lola if she was coming, the drakitty heard the bathroom door slam open. And there she was, the Greek amazon was draped in a salmon-pink, silky gown that left little to the imagination. Xili couldn’t tell how it was that Lola had sounded like she was on her fifth dream on the phone and yet there was not one sign of bed hair in her straight red locks.

“Holy cow!” Lola immediately expressed her concern, finding her winged friend in quite the vulnerable yet alluring position. Xili’s relief not feeling alone anymore made her knees finally buckle and she ended up sitting down on the balls of her feet, but her paws didn’t let go of the tub’s edge. Lola could see the rising milk around her friend and her engorged tits audibly sloshing. “Literally…” she added to her remark.

“Very funny!” Xili couldn’t appreciate humor in Lola’s words, and demanded: “Now come here and help me!”

Lola nodded and skipped over to bath, standing to the side before taking a moment to tie the skirt of her gown into a knot so that it wouldn’t drag on the floor. “How’re you feeling, kitten?”

“All swollen and sloshy!” Xili impatiently described, pouting at Lola before looking down at her huge breasts with apprehension, “This is already like ten times what I usually make at a time, and it’s still coming out. What do I do? I’ve been at this for like ten minutes straight!”

“I don’t think your breast pump could take this much…” Lola looked thoughtful, as if trying to figure out how much her friend was lactating. Already Xili’s legs were beginning to soak into all that accumulating breast milk.

Xili whined: “I might as well hook up to an industrial milker at this point!”

Searching for the best deals on industrial milkers on point…

Blushing in embarrassment, Xili looked away from Lola’s deadpan face and yelled at her queueing phone: “Hey Infi, never mind! Shut off!”

Shutting off. Have a good night, Xili!

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“Not. A. Word. About that.” Xili hissed at the smirking Lola, pointing a menacing index finger up at the alligator babe.

Lola beamed and waved her hands defensively. “Fair! Nothing to it though, kitten. If you’re that backed up there’s only one thing to do!” she said, and started rolling the sleeves of her gown up.

Xili took a deep breath, figuring this was pretty much what she had signed up for when she begged her friend for help. On the one hand, she had been hoping to avoid a hand milking due to how sensitive her nipples had become out of nowhere, but on the other, these constant streams of milk felt like such an annoyance right now. Even with milk spurting out so generously, Xili could feel her heaving tits begging for proper release! Hopefully Lola could get it all out before the bathtub overflowed. “Alright, yeah, go ahead. Just make sure not to…”

But before Xili could finish warning Lola to be gentle, the gator’s hands zipped past the underside of her arms and took both of her full milk tanks in a firm grip.

“Myaah…!” Xili mewled out, sitting up straighter than usual with her arms cutely curling up and backwards. The gator’s claws were doing a great job not to nick or scratch anything, but her fingertips had directly gone for Xilimyth’s wet areolas, causing the already hard nubs to heat up. Lola pinched the nipples, only briefly stifling the flow before she started rubbing them between her fingers, alternating between applying and releasing pressure for the teats. This had Xili groaning fast, going: “Ahhh… Mmnnghh!” as the glow of milk intensified. “Nooouuuhh… nuhh… nuh-not so haaaaaa…!”

“Relax, I got you, kitten!” Lola giggled, turning her wrists to make her pinching grip gently circle those hard nips. “Just getting a feel for them since they seem different than last time you had me help you!” she explained, soon releasing the pincer grip only to start grasping with all five fingers on each hand.

“Nghhh! Lolaaaaa…!” Xili arched her back in bliss, unable to stop herself from moaning. Her closed fists opened and she enclosed her paws over each of her shoulders, digging her fingers into her deltoids to supersede one intense sensation with another. But Xili soon relaxed her own shoulder grip as she felt the gator’s grasp turning caring. The hybrid could sense all the mass of mammary fat spilling out between her friend’s fingers, milk simply jetting out!

“There we gooooo!” Lola celebrated, ensuring to aim those large tits downwards to avoid having them make a creamy mess in the bathroom. She was a guest after all! “Doesn’t that feel better, kitten? Bet it does!”

“It’s flowing out buh-better, yes…” Xili admitted with a stutter. She was shivering all over, arms starting to go limp as all she could do now was tilt her head down and look at the thick jets of milk filling her bathtub nicely. The smell of soap and shampoo were all but gone by now, replaced with a mellow, naturally sweet scent that caressed one’s olfactory sense. All the water seemed to have drained out by now, which meant Xilimyth was sitting in a slowly rising tub of her very own cream.

“Jeez, you really have a lot in you. I don’t think a cow would be able to compete with you now!” Lola casually remarked, leaning her snout over Xili’s right shoulder to peer down at the collected liquid.

The poignant phrase stroked Xilimyth’s ears, which flickered twice before her hazy, half-closed eyes fully opened in shock. “They couldn’t, could they…?”

“Heck no, even the one at back at the gym, the big one, would have to like tear a whole buffet by herself to make this much!” Lola reasoned, before taking a pause and looking sideways at Xili: “…you haven’t been to an all-you-can-eat, have you?”

“Of course not!” Xili huffed, “I was stuck at work all day. I had my regular breakfast after my morning jog and… I guess I did snack a little between meals, but not to that level, jeez!”

“Hold on, kitten…”

“What?” Xili asked, worried. She looked between Lola’s puzzled expression and then down at her claws which were cupping her boobs instead of squeezing them now. “Why did you stop…?”

“They feel… heavy…” Lola mumbled, squinting her eyes as if she was trying to verify something she didn’t agree with. Xili cocked her head sideways.

“Hello? My tits are full of milk, Lola!” Xili said impatiently before feeling an alternating series of boob squeezes that had her moaning on and off.

“I know, but they feel heavier than before, and I know the heft of your boobies, kitten,” Lola spoke with such a serious tone that Xili couldn’t ignore it. After a moment of verifying it, Xili gasped in realization. And yet the obsessive nature of Lola’s statement had Xili immediately deflating at the perverted notion that her friend could tell a difference in her boobs earlier than she could.

Shaking her head, Xili asked: “What’s that mean? Wait, I actually can feel it now. Wuh…” the hybrid’s eyes began to bulge in disbelief. Those fat feline funbags hadn’t ceased with their milky discharge, and yet the second Xili joined her paws with Lola’s to determine their weight, she was able to tell something even more disquieting: Steadily yet surely which was why she hadn’t noticed it at first, those huge breasts were visibly enlarging.

“It’s accumulating? All that milk?” Lola deduced, squeezing Xili’s boobs together on and off, confirming that each time, regardless of how much milk came out, those breasts didn’t lighten up one bit. In fact, as milk continued to spurt out, Xili’s bust kept on expanding.

“Faster than we can get it out?!” Xili gasped, desperately bringing her paws under her breasts to give them a squeeze and moaning. “Ahhnn…!” she grunted, but pushed on. “I don’t want to explode. Help me get it all out, Lola!”

“I’m on it, I’m on it!” Lola said, working on the dracocheetah’s nipples which were also becoming larger in tandem with the rest of all that mammary mass. However, try as they might, the girls couldn’t empty Xili’s breasts and they continued filling the bathtub with their bounty; already up to the sitting Xilimyth’s hips. In the process, Xili’s already prominent bust line continued to increase at an accelerated rate, soon becoming even larger and even rounder than the muscular heifer that had humiliated on the previous day.

“Guuuhhh… I can feel them getting bigger, Lola!” Xili whined desperately, more out of shock than any pain. In fact, the longer she was exposed to the changes, the better they were starting to feel. It was a different sort of rush, certainly a much more intense experience than the usual lactation. To begin, after getting used to it, the usual feeling had become enjoyable, but now it had climbed to an entirely new level. And with every additional inch of her swelling cup-size, it was like Xili was being reintroduced to the bliss of feeling all that creamy liquid pass through her hyper-sensitive milk ducts all over again.

It wasn’t just the excessive lactation any longer. Xilimyth was enjoying her boobs pushing out larger and heavier with every passing second. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her panting mouth letting her tongue hang out. Biceps swelled merely from the tension of Xili wanting to squeeze and feel the skin pushing against her fingertips. It didn’t take long before neither she nor Lola could get their hands properly around those knockers.

“Oh my, they’re getting so big!” Lola observed as she felt her knuckles start grazing against the edge of the tub with Xili’s growing tits pushing her hands further and further away from her. One glance at Xili’s expression though seemed to be the gator at ease. “Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself!”

“Haaaah…” Xili panted, barely able to speak coherently, “So big. Squishy. Mmmmegasquishy. Feels good to… gaaahhh… let all this milk out…!”

“That’s right, kitten,” Lola encouraged, fondling her friend to the best of her ability, adding her middle fingers to the pinching circle of her index and thumbs. With the dracocheetah’s nipples growing alongside those already head-dwarfing breasts, Lola had to be mindful of not losing her grip on her lactating teats. Soon, it’d be impossible to get it done without using the grip of her entire claws, but Lola didn’t seem phased. Her sunny disposition remained and she just continued to cheer the heavy-duty milk cat on her endeavor: “Let it all out.”

“Nnghaaaaaaah…” Xili mewled with need. Her breasts were already double the size of her head each, which meant the most her muscular arms could do was drape over the top of her monstrous chest as Lola pressed herself as close as she could to Xili’s back so she could reach around and continue milking her. With boobs that enormous, all Lola could do was grip those nipples with her entire claws and squeeze them like the teats of an actual udder.

And Xili screamed in bliss, “MYAAAAH…!” with the dairy tanks strapped to her chest splurting ludicrous volumes of warm kitty milk out. So much was coming out that the bathtub drain simply couldn’t keep up. Whereas the steady rise of breast milk had begun to reach up to Xili’s waist, it was now rapidly climbing with all signs pointing to overflow. With half of her body submerged in a tub of her own sweet-scented cream, Xili could only chirp aloud and arch her back against Lola as a powerful orgasm wracked her body and mind.

Milk spurted in all directions with the violently convulsing Xilimyth’s enlarged jugs suddenly pointing upwards. It hit the ceiling, her vanity, the walls, the floor, and her violent shaking even made the overflowing tub splash even more of that creamy mess into the floor as well. By the time Xili calmed down, even Lola appeared worn out.

“Whew…” the gator girl said, slowly sliding her fingers away from Xilimyth. By some miracle, the dracocheetah had finally stopped lactating. Only the last vestiges of fresh dairy clung to the tip of her dish-sized nipples before they dripped off. Lola had been crouching the entire time, so she was thankful for being able to sit down even if the floor was wet with milk. “Got it all out of your system, kitten?”

“Ohhhhh hell yes…” Xili was completely lost in the afterglow of that wild, orgasmic sensation she had gone through. She was relaxing her back against the sloshing bath tub, her colossal new bust line floating above the creamy surface like a couple of squishy islands. “That was…” she panted, “That was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My boobs wouldn’t stop spraying and they were growing bigger, too…”

“You make me look flat, sister,” Lola joked before looking down and realizing she had sat down the part of her gown she hadn’t tied up into the mess of milk. “Aw man. I should’ve stripped before helping out…”

“Yeah… huh?” Xili paused, blinking several times until a falling droplet of milk from the soaked ceiling hit her on the forehead. “Oh crud! I painted my bathroom white?!”

“I guess you really had a lot in you!” Lola giggled.

“God dammit, my boobs are humongous now…!” Xili exclaimed, looking down at the pair sticking out a good couple of feet away from her. Her days of looking down at the ground seemed to be over. “I-I mean, it did feel good but…” she began to complain, reaching around to give them a good squeeze and moaning in pleasure, “…ahhhnnn… and they feel good too…” she paused and pressed her hands onto the edge of the bath tub to slowly and carefully stand up. Xili wanted to get a good look at the damage she caused, but something made her stop. The hybrid found herself purring all of a sudden.

“I think you look good with…” Lola began, slowly standing up while straining her wet gown before she noticed Xili’s odd behavior. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Verrrrrry gooooood…” Xili purred some more, starting to stretch her arms and open her wings as if she had just gotten off the bed in the morning. Lola curiously stared, watching Xili drag her hands from the top of her gigantic breasts down to her curvy waist and out over the flare of her wide hips, ending with her grabbing her own ass. “I feel so warm.”

“Well, you were soaked in literal gallons of breastmilk until now, so…” Lola responded, trying to converse with her friend, but Xili seemed far gone, as if in a trance. The gator fully stood up and carefully stepped closer, trying hard not to slip on the wet floor. Then she saw it: As Xili roamed her own body with her hands with a smile, she seemed to be rumbling all over. It then became plain to the eyes: Her muscular, overly busty friend was starting to grow bigger.

But this time it wasn’t Xili’s bust. Far from it, in fact. Xili’s boobs remained their size, but the rest of the cat was swelling in all directions. It was almost like the rest of her body was playing catchup with that massive pair of boobies. 6’7”, 6’8”, 6’9”. The already towering amazon was becoming an even more imposing size!

“Mnnnghh… everything feels so tight, yet so good.” Xili commented, half-laughing as if she was feeling someone tickling her from the inside, stimulating every muscle, every bone and joint, every last skin cell and strand of fur on her person. “It’s stretching and mmmm…!”

“Man, this is one heck of a reaction!” Lola expressed, her yellow eyes wide as saucers, hanging onto every second of that process. She was watching her friend enlarge before her! In only a few more seconds, Xili had gone from her already impressive 6’6” height to an even seven foot tall just like herself! And now that the dracocheetah had reached that summit, her breasts didn’t look as oversized on her chest any longer.

Xili wobbled in place as the effects of that growth spurt seemed to disperse as suddenly as they had arrived. Before she could fall and crash though, she felt Lola catch her in her arms. “Heh,” Xili babbled, reaching up with a paw to stroke her friend’s cheek, “Did you shower in milk?”

“Oh. I guess it is kinda rainy in here,” Lola chuckled, flinching as Xili reached over to flick her tongue over a droplet of her own milk running down Lola’s cheek.

“I taste sweet,” Xili grinned.

“Okay, I thought you might be about to pass out, but you’re just goofing around,” Lola said, and let go. Xili hit the floor with a big splash.

“Hey! Oww!” Xili growled, scrambling to sit up with a grumble.

“Sorry, must’ve slipped, heehee!” Lola laughed, “But wow. Look at yourself, kitten! I mean, you probably felt it yourself, but… wow!”

Xili looked at herself. She certainly didn’t feel different, especially since she wasn’t lactating profusely any longer, and her enlarged bust truly didn’t feel out of place now that her body had grown larger. She made sure to check down to her wing tips and even her tail: It all truly was proportional. But she could tell she had grown: She was eye-to-eye with her fellow amazon after having always been a good deal shorter than her! “I know… I’m even bigger now,” Xili said, grinning in realization. “Whatever just happened, it made me bigger. Holy crap, everyone else is gonna look so puny now!” she chirped with a powerful flex of her arms.

Lola let out a laugh with a nervous smile, “Of course you focus on that, you hyper-competitive knucklehead. I gotta admit though… it suits you. Speaking of which, what are you gonna do about your wardrobe? You already had trouble with bras, but you didn’t just have a one or two-inch growth spurt, girl!”

Xili was so excited she hadn’t stopped to consider her new reality one bit. “Oh crap, nothing’s gonna fit, is it?”

“Well, tomorrow’s Sunday. Let’s go shopping! I probably got something back home I can loan you until we get you a new outfit. Oh man, this is gonna be so exciting! Now I won’t be the only one hunting for 4XLs!” she giggled.

Xili was a little more hopeful after her friend’s offer. She looked up at the dripping ceiling and also made a note to clean this dairy disaster later, glaring down at her chest. She couldn’t be too mad though: This strange turn of events would let her even a score soon. Before she could even fantasize about it though, Lola was already groping her tits again. “Ooof! Hey, quit that. We gotta clean the bathroom…” she groaned.

But Lola seemed to have something different in mind, circling around Xili while leaning down. “Oh, don’t be like that. Waking me up from my dream after I decided to be a good girl for once instead of coming out to kill it at the dance floor,” the seductive gator smiled, hugging her arms around her equal in size, hooking onto her waist while nuzzling the hybrid’s boobs, giving them a lick. “Driving me to work this hard, calling your milk sweet. It’s enough to get a gal parched, you know! When’s the last time since we did this…?”

Blushing, Xili admitted she couldn’t remember. “It’s not like I made this much before… ahnn!” the enlarged amazon squeaked as she felt the gator’s maw on her nipple. Those sharp teeth weren’t so much as grazing, which spoke at length of Lola’s self-control. But her mouth was still warm as it enclosed around her teat and began to suckle.

“There’s still a little bit left. Might as well take care of it before we start cleaning, riiiiight?” Lola teased with a wink. Getting Xili’s nod of approval, the redhead added: “For tonight, you’re my personal milk dispenser, heehee!”

It was going to be a sleepless night. Xilimyth did not mind.

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The new and improved Xili had hardly been able to wait for Monday afternoon. Her circumstances had prevented her from coming to the gym, but now she was back and better than ever. The new clothes she and Lola had picked out weren’t terribly different from her usual ensemble, but they were two sizes larger.

It didn’t take long for Xili to feel both familiar and new gazes falling upon her as she sauntered from station to station at the gym. Although she was merely going through her regular routines, as one of the largest gals in the building, she garnered attention quickly; now even more so. “Oh yeah. Look at all of this, people,” she said while holding a heavy-duty deadlift like a pro. “I got even bigger!”

The oohs and aahs didn’t make themselves wait. Of course, one could count the ones truly concerned with Xilimyth’s height in one hand. Most of them were staring at the contest happening between her bulging biceps and tremendous tits pushing into one another as she worked her arms and chest together. But it didn’t bother her one bit. Even if Xili had been concerned with where people’s eyes were, she was far too absorbed in the way her own eyes were forced to literally look down on others.

“This is how Lola sees everyone, every day huh…?” she thought to herself with a smug grin as she scanned her surroundings, drinking in dilated pupils of disbelief and admiration. Xili couldn’t believe how six extra inches had done a world of difference for her!

And yet the dracocheetah was still getting to the additional size difference between herself and others. After conking out so late on Saturday, both she and her friend had slept through most of Sunday, and the trip to the mall had been so fast she had hardly been able to savor the way the poor lingerie store clerk struggled not to babble as she took her measurements. But she had gotten so many stares, so many of those filled with respect and also intimidation. Even the guys at the office wouldn’t quit craning their necks further than ever simply to greet her, but now they did so with a reverence she hadn’t seen since she had started putting on muscle. Xili now towered over even some dragons; she was ecstatic!

“Who cares if I lost sleep fixing the bathroom back up? This rocks!” Xili could soon tell she was pumped up as it was affecting her workout. The pulley machine counterweights slammed loudly as the overexcited hybrid went extra hard on the pulls. It was enough to elicit a few squeaks of shock from her onlookers and it felt odd to her. At first she doubted: Even with her current excitement she shouldn’t have been able to pull that much weight so easily, but then it hit her: “I’m bigger, that means I’m stronger too. What a bonus!” she concluded, and made sure to throw out a token apology for the noise before reaching around to lower the stopper to up her max weight.

It was a busy afternoon. Xili worked out well into the evening, and despite how much she was loving the increased amount of attention she was soon deeply focused into her routines. Ignoring the others, Xili analyzed her new limits and how she seemed, all in all, about 15 to 20% stronger just from weight numbers alone. It was good the gym had more and bigger equipment to broaden her options; she wasn’t here just to get good opportunities for pics for her Mediagram, she was here to sweat.

Squish. Squelch.

It took Xilimyth until she was doing chest cable flies to realize sweat wasn’t the only thing her body was excreting. As pectoral muscles expanded to match the buff amazon’s motions, they also helped push her rather voluminous rack out. This had the expected effect of making Xili’s comfy sports bra to feel extra tight around her curves, with the straps digging into her shoulders as the fabric fought to contain all that mass. However, not even the polyester/spandex blend could wick the volume of moisture building up for long. With every opening of her arms, Xili felt pressure building up ahead of her chest only for it to tease her when her claws pulled the cable handles in front of her.

In particular, the wet noise she could no longer ignore was driving her crazy. “Can’t believe this. I took care of you two this morning- this time I did not forget!” the cat accused her breasts in her mind, as if that would lead to an apology. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate even when not moving. In the end, Xili let go of the pulleys and glanced over to the lockers. “No other choice. I won’t be making it home like this…” she huffed to herself, grabbed her towel and started heading off to the shower room.

As the towering hybrid stomped by two male admirers, one of them would not quit slurping on his protein shake. He had been dry slurping for twenty seconds straight after catching Xilimyth’s workout. His friend smacked him upside the head to get him to stop.

“Oww. What the hell, man?”

“That was getting annoying, go get a refill. Hey, does it smell sweet to you though?”

“Huh, it kinda does now that you mention it,” the guy with the empty shake said. As he and he friend approached the pulley machine to set up, they both stopped to notice a white puddle where the top-heavy dracocheetah had been. “Dude, no way.”

“Guess you should’ve asked her for a refill, huh?”

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The trip to the locker room was quite the eventful one for Xilimyth. Not because there was anybody getting in her way or anything like that. The only obstacle was the constant sloshing of her milk tanks which seemed to be growing increasingly heavier with every step. A familiar pressure at the back of her nipples was like a constant warning to her. “Unnghh… this is like that night…” Xili stopped to fold her arms under her bust, quickly realizing she wasn’t just feeling humid. Her sports bra was already soaked.

“Crap.” She decided to step on it, eventually disappearing past the door into the ladies’ locker room. It was already late at the gym, but if there were other girls wrapping it up at the lockers, Xili didn’t see nor care about them. The locker room door simply flew open as she stumbled in, coordination and balance starting to fail as the dracocheetah was overwhelmed with the familiar sensation tugging at her nipples.

Two upsettingly loud noises worried Xili the most. The empty locker halls were filling with the sound of liquid contained inside of her breasts, but also creaking indicative of fabric elasticity being tested. “C’mon, you’ve gotta be joking,” Xili huffed as she stopped her bumbling steps with her right arm landing on someone else’s locker, her hips crashing into it after her. A free arm remaining under her bust managed to push her breasts up, letting the milky girl confirm that, indeed, her jiggling chest was the source of that obnoxiously loud sloshing as well as the reason there was a trail of splattered milk leading all the way back to the room’s exit. “I didn’t eat that heavy today!”

But excuses were irrelevant to Xili’s productive mammaries. It was almost like they were on a mission to fill up as fast as they could, and they weren’t stopping even after becoming truly engorged. That’s why she was also feeling that other familiar sensation: That warm tingling which made her skin crawl in a most pleasant manner and her fur to stand on end.

The hybrid turned to slam her back against the wall of lockers out in frustration at the rapidly decreasing amount of control with her situation. “I just bought this sports bra, don’t…” she trailed off, beginning to pant with visible weakness. The reasonable part of her brain was urging Xili to take off her bra before built-up pressure became too great, but her limbs were growing more and more useless by the second. Conscious movements that meant for her to grab at the bottom of her top resolved into Xili pathetically curling her hands back up to just waist level and pawing at the air like a defenseless kitten.

Xili bit her lip. “Mmnnghh… Feels so good… Why does this have to feel so good…?” she panted, stifling a mewl as she looked in the direction of the showers and then down at the growing, sweet-scented mess at her feet. She needed somewhere to put all this milk away, so clothed or not, the showers were the ideal place to be at right now.

“Legs feeling like jello,” Xili pouted as she did her best to shuffle on over, constantly needing to pull herself up as her torso began to sag with the increasing weight of her rack. With her focus on her tits, Xili could swear her ears were picking up on every part of her sports bra as its integrity began to fail. She felt the back part tensing more and more as it was pulled to the sides by the expansion of her slosh tanks at the front. The straps at her shoulders, once pieces meant for support, were digging down the worst now, and were protesting the loudest. But both details paled in comparison to what she could feel at the forefront of the top.

Already clearly two cup sizes larger and rapidly approaching three, the ill-fitting sports bra was stretched over Xili’s boobs like a tube-top. Spandex was starting to cling to the orbs like a second skin, perfectly marking the spherical shape of those milk tanks while outlining nipples like two thick concentric circles from where the running streams of dairy continued to flow.

Shlllck. Fffffssshhh. Slpurt!

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“Oh God, just make it there…!” Xili could hardly contain herself. And because of that all she could think about was pushing herself and her tremendously bloated tits into the showers. “I feel like I got an overinflated pair of basketballs about to explode! I…!” the last bit of her thought process came out of her lips. Xilimyth was about to announce what she had felt as the last straw between the pent-up pressure at her nipples and the poor, ruined sports bra attempting to stop the incoming flood like a crumbling dam.

Only one of Xilimyth’s foot paws managed to cross into the shower room’s tiled floor.

It was unclear whether it had been the change in floor texture between hardwood and tiles, or the warm moisture in the air contained at the shower. But it was like a trigger that sent an electrifying snap through the muscular amazon, causing her to jolt up. “Ahhhh…!” Xili cried out in pleasure suddenly, her eyes rolling up as she felt it happen. Lactation in bursts.

Legendary violence was visited upon the already damaged sports bra. But it wasn’t the straps that snapped nor the front that came undone by the advance of an unstoppable enemy. The back was the one to give up the ghost. It bust a hole open which widened until the intact bits of remaining fabric could no longer hang on. With elasticity at its very limit, the lower part of Xili’s top tore apart quickly being followed by the upper bit.

Spluuuuuuuurt!

_ _

Xilimyth’s top was stripped off by twin torrents of milk; the pressure of which yanked the sports bra right off her upper torso. Shoulder straps finally tearing off, the ruined piece of clothing flew off into the wall opposite to Xili with the raging impact of her dairy spouts.

“Gahhhh… ahhhhnnnh…!” the moaning draconic feline finally fell to her knees, her humongous lactating breasts slapping down and bouncing off her lap, causing the follow-up, significantly less brutal spurts to spray irregularly. Sitting back, Xili finally regained the strength in her arms to be able to lift those colossal, torso-smothering boobs up to her face.

The feeling of their discharge and the volume, as well as the enticingly sweet scent, had prompted her into yearning to lick her nipples. But Xili only found herself wanting given the sheer size of her tits had put quite the distance between her tongue and teats. The best she managed to do was give the marshmallowy soft mounds a nuzzle with her tongue and snout briefly disappearing into her own cleavage. “They smell sooooo gooood…!” she chirped between her tits, using her strong paws to massage and knead those ludicrously sized chest pillows.

Regret filled her momentarily. “If only Lola hadn’t had to leave on that supply run today. Look at what she’s missing…!” Xili laughed to herself, finally letting go of her boobs while placing her hands atop them. “Damn, look at this mess!” the cheetah laughed to herself, finally catching sight of her destroyed top all the way at the opposite side of the shower room. Milk dripping down that wall joined the rest of her lactate dripping towards the central drain. This made the puddle she had created days before seem like a tiny little drip by comparison. And yet, somehow, this made Xilimyth felt a strange sense of pride in herself.

“These gals are so freaking powerful,” Xili said with lust starting to fill her eyes, licking her chops as she gave her top-busters an appreciative grope. “Nnnghhh…!” she groaned, spurting a heaping helping of breast milk. “Still got some in me,” she thought, noting it was getting a little easier handling herself. Back in the bathtub at home, she had barely been able to touch her tits without losing her mind. It made sense to her that the least full they were, the easier it was to control them.

Before she milked herself further however, Xili decided she had to do something to expedite the draining process. Now that she wasn’t feeling so heavy and overwhelmed, it was significantly easier to use her legs to stand up. It took a little getting used to with the extra weight up top, but fortunately her muscles weren’t there just for show and she was able to get up to her feet. The empty showers were soon echoing with three shower heads running at once, splashing water on the floor to get things going. Now that Xili was taking care of things, she felt more in control and that gave her a different kind of relief. Watching all that breast milk go to waste was a little sad though…

“Right. I better finish mi…” she began, but before she could finish the sentence, Xili was stopped by a familiar tingling that made her right arm slap back against the wall and her paw to grip the tile harder than usual. “Mmm…” she softly moaned this time, violet eyes drawing closed like curtains. Paws roamed over her narrow waist, going lower and around to the center of her rigid six-pack. The sensation was spreading out from her core just like it had on Saturday. It was incredible, but it was happening again!

Creaking and swelling, Xilimyth felt herself inching upwards once more. She pushed her round butt and muscular back against the wall, grinding up and down as if she was trying to scratch an itch. But this was an itch that had no means through which it could be scratched. It was there to stay for the duration of the process, making every last cell of her body tingle with warm energy pouring in from seemingly nowhere.

“Mmmphh. Mmmrrr…” Xili moaned and purred. “I’m growing again,” she huffed, already three inches taller than before. Her wings spread out, ending pancaked against the wall. Paws dropped from her abs down to her thighs with Xili bending her knees a little as she arched forwards, basking in the energizing sensation. Her brain seemed solely focused on this joy, for her thoughts barely managed to form into questions she simply had no answers to.

Is this because of my boobs?

Am I going to get even stronger?

How big will I get?

_ _

Purring up a storm, the drakitty simply melted into the pleasure as she felt her expanding form drag against the tiled surface behind her. “Skin’s so sensitive. Growing against the wall is turning me on so much, oh God…” she gasped and flipped herself around, sticking her big rump out as she smothered her squishy mounds up against the wall while gripping it tightly with her paws. When she did, her shorts creaked out loud.

The remaining clothes were busting at the seams with her furry skin popping out like the stuffing on a damaged teddy bear. It was most notable at the front where her muscular thighs kept pushing out, but with the way she was sticking her booty out the fabric seemed to wedge further and further in-between her ass cheeks. Inevitably, it all came apart with a loud rip and her workout shorts as well as her underwear became nothing but a memory in tatters.

And yet Xili barely paid attention to the nudity-inducing explosion at her lower body, truly absorbed with the sensation of her expansion. The growing dracocheetah then rubbed herself up against the wall, pressing her vibrating neck up against the it with her nose pointed to the ceiling as she grew taller and taller.

Curiously, Xilimyth was becoming bigger but her chest wasn’t gaining the size boost the rest of her body was. As she inched past 7’8” and kept going, breasts that once looked far too large for her frame started getting in line with their owner. Overtaken by the blissful sensation, Xili started to stretch her arm upwards to get her paw around the pipe of the shower head directly above her, prompting her eyes to slowly reopen with the solid grin. “Bigger…” she mouthed off soundlessly, panting as she happily stretched larger. While the next four inches had felt like delicious eternity for Xili, it took only a few extra seconds for her body to attain a staggering 8ft. of height! She was now a full foot taller than Lola, the biggest friend she knew!

However, much as Xili’s incipient new needs demanded for more, it seemed like that was as large as her body was going to get. That swelling sensation at her gut calmed down as suddenly as it had bloomed, leaving the lumbering dracocheetah to deal with her new size. “Mmm…” she purred, letting go of the pipe which was now eye-level with her and flipping onto her back against the wall again. Wings folded in with her tail swishing contentedly from left to right. Xili felt utterly huge now. Her tits were now a much more manageable size once more, but they felt just a little heftier, putting in doubt that they might have also grown a little more than before.

But before any estimate could be drawn, Xili’s ears began to twitch to the sound of voices coming from down the locker hall.

“What the hell is all this…?”

“What a fucking mess…”

“Smells so sweet. Wait, is this milk?!”

“Hold on. I recall this scent.”

Xili’s heart skipped a beat, turning off the shower directly above her because it was hard to hear them. Her eyes darted all around the shower room which was for the most part immaculate if one did not pay attention to the tattered remains of her clothes strewn about in opposite corners. Her mind raced as she recalled the creamy trail she had left back there, leading to her. Xili thought she was so busted.

And yet, as soon as the first girl, a fairly tall alpaca, popped her head into the showers, every last worry in Xili’s head seemed to vanish at once. “What am I so worked up about?” the amazon tensed with a confident grin as she noticed the pure shock in the alpaca’s eyes. That was the stare of someone who had found out a monster and realized she was the first one to see it.

Xili calmly pushed herself away from the wall, reaching back to turn the other two showers off. Each of her steps not only carried her immense body forward, but also newfound self-assuredness. Even the long-necked girl staring at her had to crane her head back as Xili’s bouncing chest came close enough to nearly smother her face. She could feel her almost predatory smile applying a grand amount of pressure to the alpaca who instinctively began to shuffle back.

“Guh-guys…?” the alpaca gasped, voice cracking up. She was keeping up a nervous smile towards the massive, naked mini-giantess, but she was soon glancing backwards, “I think I found something that’s… bigger than the milk spill.”

Xili then looked past that alpaca, finding a group of four other late gym bunnies who had come to rinse off. And then she confirmed it: Not one of them was tall enough to brush their face against her shoulders. Most were barely eye-level with the underside of her bust, even below nipple height. As Xili stood over them, it truly hit her that she was the biggest person that’d ever been in that gym. Excitement filled her. Her muscles tensed. The resounding silence told it all: These girls were terrified.

“What’s wrong?” Xili giggled, taking a few steps past the alpaca who practically dove out of the way to prevent being bulldozed by those heaving knockers. “Cat got your tongue, ladies?” she joked. When one of her feet splashed onto the wet floor, she paused and looked down. “Oh, right. Sorry about the mess,” she smugly grinned, putting a paw under her boobs to give them a little lift before letting them jostle, “Had a little accident. But you don’t mind, do you?”

So many heads shook at once. Some even mumbled the negatives. Xili definitely heard the alpaca behind her whimper a “Not at all!”

“Good, ‘cause I already cleaned most of it at the showers,” Xili explained while looking at the familiar heifer in the group. It was the smaller of the two sisters, who now looked pitifully short next to her 8ft. tall frame. Xili was looking straight at her eyes, “Got something to say about that now, shrimp?”

The heifer blushed, clearly self-conscious of her height. But there was no doubting that to that amazon, the regular female might as well have been a shrimp. “Yuh-you… fuck, how is this bitch like two feet taller?” she muttered on the low, looking back around the corner with a worried expression. “Suh-sis…?”

Xili lifted her eyes off the smaller group and smiled. “Perfect,” she thought and started stomping forwards.

As the larger heifer came around with her towel around her neck, her hooves skidded on the ground and she did a double take. “What the hell…?! Mmmph!”

Before the big sister could do anything, Xili stopped her with a hand gripping her shoulder and pressing her down with far more strength than the other woman could exert. “Hey, you!” Xili greeted with a borderline sadistic grin, immediately shoving her chest against the shorter cow. Even the amazon bovine couldn’t help getting her face engulfed in the fluffy dracocheetah mega mounds. Xilimyth practically swallowed her head between them!

“Mmmnghh! Mmmmph…!” the large heifer’s shouts became muffled with all that tit flesh getting in the way. It wasn’t until Xili pushed those tits down that the cow was allowed to pop the top of her head out of the resulting cleavage. Try as she might, her flailing hands just bounced off Xili’s steel-hard muscles. There was no getting away. “What the fuck is going on?!” the heifer demanded between gulps of air.

“Just wanted to make sure a little titty cow like you knew what proper udders felt like,” Xili said, feeling her awfully competitive self coming out at full swing. “I don’t know. I’ve been milking myself for the past ten minutes. Do these feel full to you?” she smirked, giving the side of her boobs a pat to make them jiggle, the meat rippling against the humiliated heifer’s face.

“Ugh…! Why are they so huge? Hell,” the heifer whined, “What made you so huge?! You’re even taller than that gator chick was!”

But Xili didn’t answer, silently admiring her flexing bicep before looking down at the cow amazon with a nonplussed expression. “Sorry. Were you saying something, pipsqueak? You’ll have to start speaking up if you want me to hear you.”

“Guhh… just let me go!” the heifer demanded, “I was just sticking out for my little sister the other time, y’know? I know she can be a loud little bitch about everything…”

“Hey!” the smaller heifer chirped.

Xilimyth shrugged, releasing her grip on the cow before gently pushing her away. Even a gentle push, however, carried with it an abundant amount of strength which had the two women clearly create distance between them. The hybrid turned around to look at the group of shocked girls with a smile. “Would you all be so kind and do me a couple of favors?”

The alpaca, who seemed infatuated with the larger hybrid, finally stepped in with the rest of the group, and was the first one who excitedly said: “Anything!”

“Anne!” the smaller heifer shouted indignantly. Anne shrugged.

“I’m not gonna say no and get squished…” the alpaca said, although she was thinking about that soon. “…or maybe I do?”

Xili ignored the perverted look on the alpaca and the other two girls that seemed to be into the size difference and confidence she projected. Instead, she spread a wing and an arm to gesture over the floor: “Get a mop and clean this mess for me, will you? And… go get me some clothes that’ll fit. Anything will do. Can’t just go out naked after all…” she giggled, bringing a beefy arm down to tilt the group’s shy-looking lioness’s head up, “…right?”

“Can I…” the alpaca shuffled nervously, her face beet red as she pointed at the dracocheetah’s immense tits, “…can I try out your milk when I get back? It smells so good, it must taste amazing…”

The lioness seemed eager to voice her own agenda: “I hear if you drink milk from someone with really huge breasts, your own develop. I’ll… I’ll get you whatever you want!” she frankly spoke, making Xili’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Why not?” Xili thought, holding her twin milk cannons out at the smaller girls, “If you’re quick, I’ll give one nipple each.” She grinned down to them.

The alpaca and the lioness didn’t need to be told twice, rushing out of the room with purses and wallets practically getting torn out of their personal lockers. Xili then turned to the rest and rested her paws on her hips.

“C’mon,” the dominant, proverbial gym bunny encouraged, looking especially at the deeply humiliated smaller heifer: “Get to work. You need to learn what a real milky mess is, mosquito bites. Your friends seemed eager to taste it. Maybe you can lap it off the floor.”

None of the remaining gals had anything more to add. They wouldn’t object to anything Xilimyth ordered them to do, but after finally having taken her revenge, all she really wanted was to take care of all the loose ends and go back home to call Lola and tell her about her welcomed new proportions. She now had a theory she wanted to run by her. But, looking over at the intimidated girls doing all she wanted, especially the two cows who couldn’t compete with her, Xili thought this was just the beginning.

She was going to have so much more fun with this size. Xilimyth was looking forwards to more.

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“GIIIIIRL!” Lola practically screamed when she saw her friend had grown even larger. To a towering gator like her, it wasn’t often she had to crane her neck to look up at anybody. “You’re even top heavier too! Did you really shoot your freaking top off and I wasn’t there to see it?!”

Seeing Lola pouting made her look endearing to Xili, who was standing at the hallway outside her friend’s apartment. With a confident smile, Xili flexed an arm while keeping the other folded under her immense chest. The salmon-pink, low-cut shirt the other girls had gotten her was an ill fit, but she couldn’t blame them considering the time of day. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she replied about her endowments. “But you should’ve seen the face on those cows. They couldn’t handle it.”

“Sounds like it was quite the show!” Lola huffed, “Of course it happens on the day I have to be out of town, phoo!”

“Your loss. Could’ve used you, earlier,” Xili licked her chops and followed with a grin. “Those girls that wanted to suck on my boobs didn’t last long; they weren’t as thirsty as you get,” she purred down at Lola, relaxing her flexing arm and resting it above the doorframe in Lola’s apartment.

“Guilty as charged!” Lola giggled, “Was about to say I feel a lot less special knowing you’re just offering those fantastic kitty udders to just about anyone! I remember back when you had just started trickling; you were so bashful about it!”

“I had no idea it could feel so good back then,” Xili agreed, rolling her shoulders and flapping her wings twice with a relaxed sigh; as if reminiscing. “Especially with whatever’s going on that’s making me get bigger. By the way, I’m starting to think it’s connected to all that milk I’ve been making,” she told Lola, patting her breasts and making them jiggle. It was amusing to see them jostling in that saucy new shirt; Lola certainly couldn’t get her eyes off them. That’s the kind of attention Xili lived for. “So, let’s go to a buffet! It’ll feel a lot less weird if we go together.”

“Wait…” Lola mumbled before it hit her. “Oh! Trying to load up the tanks?” she asked, getting a self-assured smile from the taller dracocheetah. “Oh jeez. If it really does work like you say, you’re gonna be a one-kitten dairy factory!”

Xili shivered. Any other day, the comment would’ve made her bashfully retreat into herself; right now, all she could think about was getting even larger and milkier, like an incipient addiction she wasn’t entirely aware of yet. “I’m counting on it,” she finally said, “Especially if I can show it off. It’s a holiday tomorrow, so I plan on going to the beach.”

“It’s still bikini season, after all,” Lola agreed, “And I’m not gonna let you turn all the heads, heehee!” she winked at the chuckling Xili. Turning around, Lola went to get her purse and after locking the door behind her, Lola and Xili walked off together to get something to eat. Since the gator could afford to take the day off as well, she added herself to Xili’s plans for tomorrow. However, the redhead had somewhere else in mind for them to show off at…

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Mid-summer heat raged on in the city. Many people had escaped sweltering humidity, taking with them loose swimwear and parasols into the sandy edges of their coast. A considerably luckier handful counted with the means to avoid having to travel outside of the comfort of their homes. As her social alligator friend had told Xili, one of her friend’s friend was hosting a pool party at their parents’ uptown country house. It was going to be quite the gathering apparently!

“Be honest. Is the sunhat too ritzy?” Lola was posing in her golden triangle-top, arms behind her head with her claws scooping her super long hair up at the roots, careful not to knock her hat off. From the profile view she was getting, Xili could hardly miss anything on the redhead’s body. Her smooth-scaled, Chantilly-white breasts certainly were pushing out the golden yellow napkin thin covers doing their utmost at keeping her nipples from view. Considerably thicker on the bottom side, one couldn’t help but see that string passing for a thong riding up the alluring Greek reptile’s behind. With a transparent sarong tied at the waist, Lola exposing as much rump, thigh and leg meat as possible.

When Xili finally gave herself an opportunity to look at Lola’s large sunhat, all she could do was chuckle at her weirdly self-conscious friend. “It’s fine. I really doubt anyone’s gonna be looking at your hat.”

“It’s not just a fashion statement, y’know! Don’t wanna be under the sun that much, especially on hot days like this. My scales burn up easily,” Lola smiled, satisfied with herself before turning around to finish fitting herself in front of the changing room mirror. “This is going to be fun! I’ve never been to a pool party in this part of town!”

Xili tilted her head sideways as she slipped into her black swimming trunks over her dark purple one piece. Compared to Lola, she was dressed a lot more conservatively. “You really like your loud parties. Saw a lot of people our age. Party while parents are away…” she laughed to herself, “…almost like we’re back in high-school, huh?”

“I’d like you to show me a cheerleader that looks this hot, baby,” Lola said, spinning around with her sarong gracefully following her in a flutter. Patting her angled hips, she slipped on her sunglasses and began to saunter out of the pool’s changing room. They were the only ones using the room since they had arrived ‘fashionably late’, in Lola’s own words. “C’mon, kitten, let’s knock all these poshers on their butts! Heeheehee!”

“I don’t think that’s a word…” Xili mentioned while making sure her swimming trunks were on right first, and then tugging at the straps on her one piece. Huge as it was, her chest didn’t feel as heavy as she had expected it to be by now, even with the generous breakfast they’d enjoyed earlier. As she accompanied Lola outside though, Xili recalled she had heard something about open barbecue. She gave her stomach a pat.

The country house’s pool was simply teeming with people of all sorts. The vast majority of them seemed to have an air of high-society about them, but others looked like the types Xili would see at the gym or at her job on any regular day. One could tell by the loud reactions at the expensive champagne labels available. It was a successful mingling however, with music, good food and even a variety of entertainment.

It was shocking to the dracocheetah to see just how much Lola seemed to be in her element, even after having been the one insisting they come to the pool party instead of the beach. Every group they passed on the way to the poolside had at least one person that knew the bubbly redhead, who waved and blew smooches at them.

“Sheesh, I had no idea you were such a celebrity!” Xili jokingly said to Lola, wondering if Party Alligator was the reptilian-equivalent of the term social butterfly.

“You get to know a lot of people as a professional masseuse! And these magic fingers love making people feel good!” Lola flaunted with a wiggle of her right claw fingers as her left seized a chilled can of beer from a nearby cooler. “Let’s go get some burgers, kitten!”

It didn’t take long for the raging party to assimilate the two newcomers. Wherever they went, the two large beauties attracted a great deal of attention. From the get go, people couldn’t quit staring at Lola. Her voluptuous reptilian body was accentuated by a feminine stride, with rolling hips drawing attention to plump thighs and a rotund bubble butt well-presented by her golden bikini bottom. On the other side of the bulk spectrum, Xili confidently worked her tomboyish one piece and swimming trunks combo, strategically tensing up whenever she caught someone staring at her toned arms and legs. She was especially proud of her biceps and quads, so any excuse at all to show them off was good enough to her.

Regardless of how particularly attractive the two big girls were, however, what the majority of people couldn’t get over was just how tall they were. Even elephants and giraffes felt a little self-conscious when they saw that generously top-heavy dracocheetah pass by them on her way to the grill.

“Go get us another keg, dude. Grill master’s drying up out here.”

“Man, we’re gonna run out of meat at this rate. Lemme go get some more from the freezer inside first.”

The group handling the grills were hard at work, constantly handing out meals for the party. Lola had been fortunate enough to nab one for Xili and herself before the next line formed. “Mmm! You gotta have outdoor-grilled burgers during summer, it’s basically a rule!” the gator exclaimed as she savored the juicy sandwich.

“You really are cutting loose, huh?” Xili couldn’t help but smile; Lola’s exuberance could be contagious. And so far, she had a pretty good reason to be happy, herself. Xili wasn’t much of a party girl when compared to Lola, but the sheer number of people present had far exceeded her expectations. This was far different from the gym where she’d see maybe a dozen people around at the most; there were no less than fifty around here, and more kept pouring in by the second. It was the perfect place to show off.

After flexing at admiring eyes and smugly smiling down at envious stares, Xili felt like she had gotten a fair deal of attention. However, her scheming was interrupted when her ears picked up some patronizing talk near the palm tree she and Lola had sat down to eat at.

“…’s ‘cuz guys naturally build muscle easier.”

“It’s not like I’d want to look butch, anyway. That’s not very feminine, right? Hehe!”

The chat was coming from the makeshift bar where all the coolers and kegs were. A remarkably buff wolf was showing off to the thin and curvy dragoness in a bikini next to him. The wolf was casually leaned up against a stag of metal kegs, a self-satisfied smirk stretching his handsome snout as he continued to flex his bulging biceps at the attractive girl.

“Hmm?” the burger-entranced Lola perked up when she felt Xili press her own half-finished burger onto her lap and walk away. With her eyes tracking her friend’s path, she got a pretty good idea of what she was going to do. “Oh boy…”

“You’re smoking hot, babe,” the wolf continued, “If you really wanna twist my arm about helping you tone up though, I could spot you. Me, I’m moving up from 250lbs. soon. Maybe you come wanna come see?” he grinned down at the swooning dragoness. As he leaned his arm closer to her to show off his curled bicep though, the support on her other arm vanished suddenly and he stumbled forwards. “Hey, what the fuuaaaah…?”

The wolf turned around thinking someone had been playing a prank on him, ready to put the fear of God onto whoever dared ruin his chances to score with his eyes alone. He was pretty tall, too, so he naturally aimed his stare down only to end up practically casting his entire sense of vision into the squishiest cavern imaginable. Xilimyth was standing in front of him with a full beer keg on each side, nestled between her curled forearms and her bulging biceps. “Sorry about that, puppy boy. Did I startle you?” she asked with a grin that seemed to be tasting the once smug wolf man’s sudden expression of disbelief and inadequacy.

“Hu-hell no! Uhh,” the wolf stammered at first, but his dropped jaw soon snapped closed into an even bigger grin than before. This caught Xili off guard, especially when his eyes began to sparkle. “You’re a big gal, but won’t you get seriously hammered drinking all that?”

“Heard the guys at the grill were running on empty,” Xili justified herself, even though she had in all honesty come here to show up the wolf. “Gonna bring these back to them,” she gestured to the kegs before side-stepping and nodding towards the grilling area.

“Oh, oh! Lemme help you,” the wolf insisted, reaching for one of the kegs. “Can’t leave a lady alone when she’s in need!”

“Hey!” the dragoness called from behind the wolf, but her voice seemed to dwindle with how small she appeared next to Xili and the muscle bound jerk that had been hitting on her until now. Frustrated, she walked between the two, glaring up at the towering dracocheetah before immediately turning her attention back to the smitten lupine, pouting up at him. “Thought you were gonna show me how much you can lift?”

Xili got an idea. “Actually, why not?” she smiled, walking around the dragoness before unfurling her right arm towards the wolf. The keg rolling down her arm slammed into him, knocking his wind out.

“Ooof!” the wolf gasped as he did his best to hold up the full keg in his arms. “Shoo-sure, uhh… luh-leave it to me, babes! There’s enough stud here for two bombshells!” he confidently said, but his pupils became seriously dilated when he saw Xili turn around and unfurl her other arm carrying a keg. There was no time for him to drop the other keg, so this one tipped against the one he was holding and rolled over his face, knocking him down flat on the floor.

“Eeek!” the dragoness squeaked, but Xili quickly stepped on one keg and nabbed the other as the wolf let it go to prevent them from rolling away.

“You know, they were only asking for one now that I think about it,” Xili stuck her tongue out at the barely conscious wolf, rolling the least shaken keg under her arm like it was a football before giving him a little wave. “I’ll see you around, stud.”

“Suh-such big…” the wolf reached out with a hand, pawing at the air before he sighed out: “…kegs…”

The dragoness who had witnessed that exchange couldn’t help but stare as that 8ft. giantess sauntered away carrying the full keg under her arm like it weighed nothing. She huffed at the wolf that had been hitting on her and the way he couldn’t take his eyes off that winged cheetah’s immense rack. “…maybe being buff isn’t so bad…” she told herself, cautiously flexing an arm.

When Xili turned came walking through the crowd waiting for their food, carrying more beer under her arm, she was instantly celebrated. One could look as impressive as they wished, but nothing beat booze on a hot summer day. The delivery netted her not only a couple more burgers ahead of everyone else waiting, but also a bunch of attention from those asking what she had been taking for a body that big and strong.

“Eat well, train every day, and don’t forget the ‘shakes!” Xili answered, happy to be the center of attention among so many muscle enthusiasts. But it was more than just that. Her ample curves had quickly seized the attention of those looking at the amazon’s upper-body sticking out from the crowd. Soon, she was getting hit on, offered more food and even cocktails. Compliments abound, the drakitty felt her influence taking over as she pleased the crowd with suggestive poses including both her bulk and her amazing chest.

“Lift, lift, lift!” the crowd cheered as Xili demonstrated her brute strength by lifting increasingly heavy objects over her head. “Eat, eat, eat, drink, drink, drink!” the crowd demanded as the giantess showed off rampant appetite and what seemed to be an equally powerful liver. Xili couldn’t recall the last time she had poured this much alcohol down her throat, but she could definitely pick out Lola yelling at the top of her lungs to encourage her while holding up her own beer can!

Xili was pleased with herself. This wasn’t the gym where she clearly reigned, but she definitely felt like the queen of the party! The admiration, the wonder, the lust; the crowd’s focus on her was feeding her ego in a similar but notably scaled-up way when compared to the few people back at the gym. This attention… the worship she was getting, was something Xili was quickly growing to enjoy!

And like that, she indulged the afternoon away until she felt way too full to continue attempting to keep up with Lola’s half-drunken dance moves. “Itsh… shtill shooo hot, kit’n…!” the gator said, finally throwing her sunhat and sunglasses to one side each before falling sideways into the pool with a splash. “C’minnnn…!” she said after emerging back out, her floating breasts giving the impression a nip slip was closing in.

Still mostly in control of her faculties, a sighing Xili waddled out of the dancing crowd and she dipped into the pool from the shallows, intending to help her friend with the incoming wardrobe malfunction. “Here, you alcohol-fueled lizard, lemme just…” Xili pawed towards the wiggling gator, but her arm stopped half-way through the trip as she felt a strong tug at the breasts. “Nnnghh… Aaahhh…” Xili murmured, her wings folding in.

“Wuh-what…?” Lola brushed the wet red locks away from her face, waiting for her blurred vision to adjust before she noticed the way Xili’s swimsuit had tightened all around her chest. “Oooh… I wash wund-wondering when that was gonna happen!”

“Nuh-now…?” Xili summoned strength to lift her other arm up, moaning as soon as she nudged her engorging bust. She felt her tits swelling out, seriously tensing the fabric of her one piece. “Oh crud, it is now!” she announced with widely open eyes. Some of the swimmers gave the huge dracocheetah a confused stare, but soon went back to their own thing, although some eyes remained on her due to the way her hands were inadvertently bringing attention to her rack.

“Ooooh. Looksh teeeeense…” Lola said, leaning down to swim closer to Xili as the latter backed up against the edge of the pool. A hiccup left Lola, who decided to quickly submerge and reemerge, tossing her hair around after freshening up. “Whew. I went a lil’ hard on the booze back there…” she grinned. “They’re growing much faster now! Look how sloshy they are, heehee!” she said as she poked Xili on the right breast repeatedly.

Flustered, Xili let out a few uneasy chirps. It was so ridiculously easy to feel vulnerable when the sensitivity of her chest grew with its size. She could feel them pushing against her one piece, threatening to shred the swimsuit top like it was made of flimsy rubber; she could hear it tensing. And the way Lola was poking her breasts and making them jostle was not helping her feel any less weakened by the stimulus. “At least she’s not slurring her words anymore…” she said to herself with a huff.

“Heeheehee! Soooo fluffy and squishy even while wet!” Lola cutely giggled, taking her inspection one step further by groping the shivering amazon and planting her face into her cleavage. “I got me the best wet pussy in town, yessir!”

Xili’s cheeks reddened as her friend began nuzzling her snout against her swelling milk tanks. Every passing moment, the hybrid could feel her teats poking harder against her horribly stretching swimsuit. Thanks to the way Lola was pressed up against her, the accumulating breast flesh began to spill sideways, past the shoulder straps. It wasn’t long before Xili’s chin was getting brushed by the vertically advancing pillows, too.

The truth was that Xilimyth was far from feeling embarrassed. What was getting her plain hot and bothered was the pressure which had caused her nipples to fully engorge from one instant to the next, threatening to worsen by the second thanks to the milk rapidly flowing out into her damaged swimsuit. No matter how good the impermeable material was, it couldn’t plug the leak of those teats. Her sports bra had failed back at the gym; it was only a matter of time for this top.

Unlike the gym showers, however, there was no proper drainage. All the lactate was simply splashing out into and mixing with the pool water. Any other regular girl going through this would’ve in all likelihood been able to keep it secret, but Xili was producing just so much dairy all at once that a misty-white cream was starting to spread out around her and Lola. The dracocheetah couldn’t stop it… and she didn’t want to.

It wasn’t long before Xili’s top lost the fight against all that extra mammary flesh. Lola’s claws didn’t even get to get it off, with the shoulder straps of the one piece snapping and causing those colossal kitty boobs to roll down against the gator’s face. “Oof…! Dairy avalanche!” she exclaimed as she was forced to pull her arms back from so much weight.

“It’s not too much for you, is it?” Xili was grinning through her excitement. Lola’s cry had attracted attention from all around them, bringing people to the pool to look at the tall cheetah’s expanding rack which was now naked to the eye. Already twice bigger than her head, each of Xili’s boobs was capped by a pink nipple larger than the average person’s face. And now that they were free, the fleshy nubs had quickly become nozzles spraying milk out.

“Holy cow!”

“Literally! Watch those kittens go!”

“Is this for real? Look at all that milk?

“Ain’t she the beefcake who was juggling kegs earlier? Just who is she?!”

It was shock mixed with delicious adulation.

“She’s my mookittyyyyy!” Lola announced, finally managing a solid grip on the underside of the dracocheetah’s colossal milk truck tits. “C’mon, kitten, moo for your fans!”

Xili couldn’t feel embarrassed even with her exposure to a growing number of strangers. They were all watching her engorged chest lactate and grow like some spectacle she herself had grown to enjoy. And with Lola’s constant efforts at milking her even though Xili was far too busty now to properly handle, the milk continued to flow on and on, faster than ever! With her milk ducts spread out by the ongoing rush of cream, the dracocheetah couldn’t hold herself back any longer and answered Lola’s request with a loud and happy: “Moooooooo!!” while throwing her head back!

The music didn’t scratch to a stop, but it might as well have become muted because the crowd outside the pool could only listen to the overstimulated dracocheetah’s groans of delight and the constant spurts and sloshing coming from her tits, as well as the splashes over the water which was starting to look like a pool of milkshake by the second. With the white of the pool quickly thickened to full opacity, the milk level gradually started to rise, causing most of the swimmers to abandon it out of concern. Everyone seemed too stunned to do anything but stare at the great milky pool and the winged feline filling it up.

Of course, Lola remained at her place and even continued to dutifully milk her friend, giggling all the while. “You’re so amazing, kitten! Mmm, it smells even better today; such a sweet scent! I can’t help myself…” the gator admitted, nosing down over her friend’s right teat.

“Nnnahhh, muh-moo…?” Xili whined, finally bringing her head over just in time to see Lola open her sharp maw and stuff it with her nipple tip. “Oh fuck…!”

Lola moaned not just to the taste, but also the sudden rush of milk which forced her cheeks to puff out for a moment. Try as she might, the gator had to immediately pull back and allow herself to get splashed by Xili’s milk. “Mmm! So creamy and sweet. I can’t drink from the tap like this but…” the gator coughed a little. Xili’s tits had become three times the size of her head, which was making it impossible to hug her arms around both of them, much less drink from one! So, instead, Lola put her arms around one of those humongous slosh kegs to squeeze it as much as she could.

With new angle and added pressure, Xili grunted as she watched her breast geyser with milk upwards, quite literally making it rain dracocheetah dairy. The bubbly gator cooed as she leaned her snout up and opened her mouth to catch those droplets, even leaning in to lap at the spurting teat. “Milking me so hard right now. C’mon, I wanna fill this pool up!” Xili encouraged, finally joining the effort in milking herself by using what strength she could summon from her large arms.

Between the two girls, it didn’t take very long for the contents of the pool to rise to such a level it was hard to tell it had ever been full of plain water. The milk began to overflow, spilling out over the edge and wetting people’s feet. It took Lola screaming out: “It’s so good! It’s the best milk I’ve ever had!” to get more than one parched enthusiast to say fuck it and dive into the pool. Even a couple of the swimmers who had climbed out earlier jumped in. Soon, the party was divided among those who wanted to swim in breast milk and drink it and those that wanted to watch the incredible event taking place.

But the wonders didn’t cease. For just as Xili had been expecting, and looking forwards to, as soon as her boobs had stopped growing, it was the turn for the rest of her body. “Nnnghhh… Luh-Lola, getting all tingly.”

“It’s what you told me earlier, isn’t it?” Lola grinned, her strength seemingly exhausted after squeezing with so much might. She separated herself from Xilimyth to watch as her friend swelled, eliciting a great deal of vocal amazement.

“First, these get super full and grow super huge…” Xili said, patting her titanic boobs which, after having overfilled the pool, had their flow staunch down to a much more manageable stream. “…and then, the rest of me plays catch-up!” she said, throwing both of her arms out in a powerful flex as she surged six whole inches taller. More than one girl screamed as they witnessed the muscular dairy factory of a woman expand. Lola’s was more of a loud squeak instead.

“Eeeee! I love it, it’s happening again! How big are you gonna get this time, kitten?!” the gator wiggled in place, splashing her palms against the surface of the milk pool.

“Pretty… freaking… big!” Xili panted, and each time she spoke a word, she added another three inches. She could feel her back sliding against the edge of the pool, her firm and round rump sinking its weight against the wall of the pool, her foot paws grinding against the bottom of it. She was getting so tall that her wings weren’t getting caught between herself and the edge of the pool anymore. What remained of her one piece rapidly degraded as the fabric lost to her growing body, her hips flaring out against her swimming trunks and shredding them to pieces before her wedged-in swimsuit bottom finished breaking apart.

Lola was looking farther and farther away by the second, but she wouldn’t allow her friend to get away from her, leaping up against her tits to cling to them. Xili surrounded her with an arm, keeping her sandwiched between her fluffy breasts with a grin. “Maaaan, I’m gonna start to feel like a shortstack around you at this rate!” Lola seemed like she was lamenting herself, but the grin across her snout said otherwise. She could feel her friend’s body rumbling through her chest, swelling inch after inch, eventually crowning a fantastic 10ft. tall before the process seemed to come to an abrupt stop.

“Haaaaaahh…” breathed out the mini-giant dracocheetah, hugging the three feet shorter alligator against her chest while slowly turning around to look at the rest of the crowd which wasn’t swimming around her hips. Xili didn’t seem one bit bothered with her nudity even as people practically half her size waddled around her. They seemed to be keeping just the right amount of distance from her, seemingly respecting the fact her muscles had grown with her, and she had already shown what she was capable of at 8ft. tall.

To break the ice, the hybrid unfurled her wings and opened them in a majestic span, eliciting a loud round of cheers and applause. With her free arm, she groped at one of her breasts, squeezing out a generous volume of milk which splashed at the feet of those that couldn’t quit staring at her Amazonian, voluptuous form. “Mmm…” she purred, “Well? Come join the party, people!” she called out.

“MILK POOL PARTY YEAH!” Lola cried out from between her friend’s breasts. Xilimyth didn’t look overly busty anymore, but it was clear her breasts had remained at good deal larger than their owner’s head, each.

“MILK POOL!”

“It’s the best! Gator girl was right, tastes so good!”

“Woohoo!”

Satisfaction was plastered upon Xili’s proud visage. She glanced down at Lola with a smug grin, “You’re looking adorably snug down there.”

“I might sleep between these pillows tonight,” Lola casually mentioned, stretching her arms out. “Jeez, I could barely keep up. Bet I can now though,” she said, turning towards one of Xili’s nipple and sliding closer until she could grab it with her claws and lean over to get a proper suckle. “Mmm… Gator girl was right!” she sang out.

“Better than any plain old cow’s, huh?” Xili’s grin grew as her eyes went half-lidded. She purred to the nursing with her tail swishing from left to right in an obviously pleased manner.

“What’s that look for…?” Lola cocked up an eye-brow, licking her lips before widening her stare. “You’re scheming something, aren’t you, kitten?”

“And I’m gonna need your help for it,” Xili assured. “This felt pretty good, but I bet I can go even bigger.”

“Haha, oh there is no satisfying you properly, is there?!” Lola couldn’t help but chortle, but she was soon enough clinging to the right breast on the mini-giantess. “Lemme drink some more first, though. They say warm milk helps with hangovers, y’know!”

“Who says that?” Xili asked, curious.

“I do, now!” Lola cheered and chomped down on the dracocheetah’s leaky mound, going straight for a deeply intense yet harmless suckle.

A squeak left Xili’s lips, but soon enough she was relaxed enough to purr out another pleased “moo” for her addicted friend.

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Amazement, admiration, adulation. Dozens upon dozens of party goers wanting nothing but behold and partake of her unusual size and bounty. The chain of reactions had led Xilimyth into feeling truly worshipped by all those people. But as hooked as she had become with the ingratiating crowds, Xili was convinced she could do much better numbers. Not only that, but she had also become addicted to burst-lactating. She had filled up her bathtub at home, flooded the gym showers and finally overfilled a large pool with her ludicrously productive kitty udders; it was only natural to go for broke at this point. And she had the perfect idea to go with it.

“Wooaaaah. Imagine working at a place like this!” Lola gasped aloud, heels loudly echoing in the dairy plant hallway. The impressionable gator was peering out through the windows on the side, looking at the immaculate extraction area where a number of empty stalls were connected to a collection silo at the center.

“It’d be the perfect job for you,” Xili casually sauntered past Lola, hands in the pockets of her 7XL overalls. Even though she wasn’t actively flexing them, her biceps were seriously competing for space with her massively engorged chest. “You already love groping people.”

“I dunno, kitten. I see like 20 or 30 stalls over there. Even my claws would get tired of that much booba!” Lola giggled, slipping away from the window to join her towering friend walking down the hall. “Plus, they don’t do this by hand, do they?”

“Forgot the explanation at the reception already?” Xili tilted her head, flapping her wings behind her a little. “They use the extractors on each stall. It’s all done by machine until it fills that silo up to meet their daily quota.”

“I’m sorry,” Lola playfully stuck her tongue out, “I couldn’t hear anything over the noise of your obnoxiously loud sloshtanks, kitten.”

Xili smirked and stopped to press her arms together, having her fluffy mega-stuffed knockers practically pop out from the top of her overalls at Lola. “That’s why I had the continental breakfast twice, today.”

Lola hissed a little and bit her lower lip. “You really are one-track minded when you get excited, y’know. I swear, bringing me here as your camerawoman…”

“You know you’ll love it,” Xili purred, standing up straight and stretching her arms above her head, her wings spreading out. The straps on her overalls were already so tensed up it looked like any serious flexing was about to truly make those tits pop out.

“Um…”

Both girls turned to look at the end of the corridor where one of the planet’s workers had unlocked the door leading into the extraction and collection room of the facility. Standing there was a lanky ferret in a jumpsuit and cap, looking incredibly bashful and even more incredibly small next to the two statuesque women.

“Thanks bunches for doing this, Kenny!” Lola skipped forwards, utterly looming over the 5ft. tall staffer. “My friend here really wanted to see how it works at the plant! Truth be told, so did I, heehee!”

Ken could barely make eye contact with Lola given the gator’s over-stretched top was practically in his face. “Nuh-no prob. I was surprised when you called. Thought you’d be moving my appointment or something.”

“Ooh, right. I can see a happy ending in your future, cutie!” Lola grinned, shooting a wink down at the flustered ferret. “Now let’s go in! C’mon, kitten!” she insisted.

It was really early in the morning and there was barely any sunlight available on account of the overcast skies. Ken had been switching the lights on one after another as he brought the girls further in. Once they were at the end of the tour, he thought they’d be satisfied and leave before the rest of the staff came in for work. But when Lola’s enormous friend walked past him and into one of the milking stalls, the ferret couldn’t help but grow concerned. “Um, she knows she can’t touch the equipment, right…?” she asked Lola.

“Aw, don’t worry, Kenny! Kitten here’s just really, really backed up, that’s all!”

“Wuh-wait, you didn’t say anything about…” Ken trailed off, turning away from Lola to see the dracocheetah had her hands on the extractor pumps already, “…hey! You’re not thinking of…?!”

Xili stopped, folding her wings in before turning back to the ferret. But instead of staring him down, she threw a sunny smile at him. “I really, really am backed up, Kenny,” she said, mimicking Lola’s bubbly speech. Letting go of the pumps, the bulky winged feline did her best to step closer to the half-pint while roaming her body down starting at the chest and stopping at the hips, leaning forwards until her chest was hanging right above the ferret’s head. “The pumps at home are so useless.”

Ken gulped, trembling all over as he finally realized Lola’s friend wasn’t simply an amazon, she was twice his height. Fight and flight instincts were screaming at him to do the latter, but he was frozen on the spot. “But I can’t…”

Lola intercepted melodiously, “C’mon, Kenny!” the voluptuous redhead was standing behind the ferret, completely cast in the combined shadow of both huge ladies. “She needs your help. Have you ever seen a cow this busty and sloshy? What if we left and she springs a leak? Wouldn’t want her to have an embarrassing accident out there, right?”

“Guh… Oh God…” the ferret gasped. Wherever he turned, it was milk balloon city. Even a dairy plant worker like he had never seen a chest like Xilimyth’s. The way it jiggled with those engorged mammaries jostling with every little motion was practically hypnotic. And feeling Lola’s own mounds practically rested against his shoulders wasn’t helping matters at all. He was trapped between two soft places. “…I’ll get in so much trouble…”

Ken practically melted once the girls moved to each of his sides, bending over to press their lips and kiss him right above the temple. The expression of gratitude made his cap fall off and his ears remain perked up.

“We’re bad,” Lola giggled discreetly as the overwhelmed Ken waddled over to the stall controls. When Xili nudged her, the gator took her friend’s phone whose screen had been left on Mediagram recording. The button to start a livestream was blinking at Lola. “Ooooh, so bad.”

Xili winked at Lola. “Let’s give those online simps a show they won’t forget, huh?” she said with a roguish snicker before patting her friend on the shoulder to give her the go ahead.

Holding the phone up horizontally, Lola framed Xili on cam and began the live transmission as the hybrid walked into the milking station to set up. She got a good shot of Xilimyth’s biceps bulging as she individually curled her arms in order to lower her tight shoulder straps down to her elbows. Thanks to Xili’s wings being folded, as the overalls slid down her back a saucy side-boob view was presented to the camera. She had become so much bustier than she had been a week ago that one could easily see those squishy white mounds even when her back was turned.

Unbeknownst of the recording, the flustered Ken continued to turn knobs, flip switches and push buttons to get the equipment ready. Lola had taken a filming spot that was obstructed by the various dividing panels on the stations without sacrificing footage. Once he was ready, the ferret announced: “Alright, so, before I get these working, all you have to do is um… hook the suction cups on your teats, ma’am. Do you need help with those…?”

It wasn’t the first time Xili put suction cups on her nipples. These industrial tier ones looked fancier, but they didn’t look awfully complicated to set up. “I got it!” she assured, giving a thumbs up in Ken’s direction and another in Lola’s and the phone’s. “Got to empty the girls so bad,” she said aloud, flustering the staffer further while also adding her playful voice to the recording. Lola had to stifle a giggle.

“Ah-alright,” said the ferret, “Just make sure they’re secured and let me know. We’ll start off slow.”

Licking her lips with anticipation, Xili took hold of the Y-split hose, hissing a little as she put the first sucker up against her nipple. She was already dripping quite a bit, the inside of her overalls looking slightly damp since had had forgone the usage of bras. “It’s pretty cold,” she noted, nudging her left breast up over her forearm to keep it steady as she carefully hooked the cylindrical sucker up on herself. After the second one was in place, Xili felt herself hit by a shiver even though the milking process had yet to start. She could see the droplets of milk steadily gathering inside of the transparent suction cup, already spilling into the hoses. “I’m ready! Milk me,” Xili said, gesturing Lola to get closer.

Ken huffed. He had never seen a girl as tall, strong and simultaneously top-heavy as that drakitty. He had never expected his masseuse of all people would introduce her in these circumstances. “I shouldn’t be doing this…” he told himself with a murmur, but morbid curiosity took over his rational thought: “…just how much is in those?” he asked himself, looking out into the gigantic silo at the center. They would soon find out, as before he knew it, he had flipped the ON switch of the plant’s extractor.

Humming to life, the machinery started its process. The familiar suction around her nipples reminded Xili of the breast pump she used to use which now was no more than a joke with her current bust size. Lips trembled with excitement as she felt breast milk pour out into the collection domes of the sucker before the hoses extracted it. The lumbering dracocheetah purred, stroking the underside of her breasts as she gently slid them onto the holding tray ahead of her. Because of her great height, she was forced to lean over in order to park her chest down fully. “This feels better than I thought it would! Should’ve come here earlier, don’t you think?”

“You’re making soooo much, kitten!” Lola held Xili’s phone up to get a good profile shot of the purring feline as she massaged her lactating breasts. Transparent suction cups were now fully white as the milk continued to flow at a rapidly increasing pace, hoses lightly bulging as cream advanced in large volumes.

“And I’m just getting started,” Xili boasted with a roguish smirk. Even though it was clear to anyone watching, especially the dozens-into-hundreds joining the livestream, it was ultimately Xili herself who could tell what was going on. All that food she had overindulged with earlier had been turning into more and more milk at a far more efficient rate than any other woman. She could feel it before anyone else saw it. “This tingling is fantastic… Luh-Lola, don’t miss this part!”

The result was obvious for all. The overly busty mini-giantess’ bosoms were starting to push out, sloshing louder than ever as she attempted to hold them together with her hands. Soon the chat was exploding with shocked comments ranging from the expected: “Are those tits growing?” to the tone-deaf: “Why is there a winged cat getting milked like a cow?”

Lola was an exceptional camerawoman it seemed. But she was enjoying the live show just as much if not more than the hundreds-into-thousand viewers rapidly increasing Xili’s Mediagram account’s popularity. “Looks like this is a hit. Everyone loves it!” she giggled. “Heehee. I like this comment. They’re asking if we’re filling your tits up with air like balloons!”

“Mmnnghhh… they feel so tight and full right now,” Xili admitted with a playful grin, arching her back and pulling her enlarging knockers off the holding train with her arms crossing behind her head. Tightly secured suction cups followed Xili’s swaying torso as she gave her fans something to gawk at as her bouncing milk tanks wobbled atop her chest.

“Looks like you got like 5-6 liters off already,” Ken commented from the control panel, the measuring instruments for the silo at the center showing him its capacity as well. “You weren’t joking when you said you were backed up, damn.”

“They’re filling up with milk even now!” Xili announced for her online fans, with Ken taking it as a plea to not stop right now. Moans passed the dracocheetah’s lips as she held her growing tits up to get a good look at the white spurts happening around their teats. She could feel herself expanding amidst that furious lactation, biceps tensing as she was required to use more and more strength to lift her boobs that were already thrice the size of her own head. As usual, Xili was both delighted and overwhelmed by the feeling of all that milk pushing into her breasts, stuffing them to the point they had no choice but to growth even larger.

Ken gasped. “Whoa, even faster now! What the…?”

Pressure continued to build up with the engorged and rapidly enlarging breasts. Even Xili was surprised when she realized they were growing way faster and bigger than ever before. “Guuhhh… Getting… really heavy here…!” she huffed, eventually returning to her bent over position as she let go of her breasts which loudly impacted against the milking stall’s holder.

“You okay, kitten?” Lola asked out of concern, but she didn’t stop filming. The livestream already marked tens of thousands of viewers and the number seemed to be climbing almost as fast as the dracocheetah’s cup size.

Xili panted, causing her tits to ripple as she smacked them from above. The extractor’s suction had gone from passable to a hindrance as she could feel the flow being stifled, increasing the pressure within her. Until now every time she had explosively lactated, there had been nothing in the way of it; not for long anyway. But with those tits already being four times the size of her head, not even her hands could reach around for the hoses. She couldn’t move like she wanted, either. Again, the pleasure was anchoring her in place, and all she could think about was releasing this pent-up milk inside of her.

“It’s not enough…” she mumbled, turning back to Lola with a flustered look, her tongue hanging out as she pleaded loudly: “…it’s not enough! It’s not milking me hard enough! I got too much milk inside!” she insisted, giving the gator and the camera a good look at the face of a milking addict. And then, turning her head around while squeezing the top of her breasts as if to threaten to overflow the fastened suction cups, she yelled: “Is this as fast as it goes?! Make it suck harder already!” she finally demanded from Ken who she couldn’t even see past the dividing wall.

Hearing those desperate pleas against the steadily filling gauge of the silo, the ferret was starting to feel out of his depth. “This doesn’t seem right. 200 liters already…?”

“C’mon, Kenny!” Lola chipped in from Xili’s side. “Can’t you hear this poor girl? She’s gonna burst if she doesn’t get milked properly! Can’t you kick it up a notch for me?”

“I can do that,” said Ken, his hand already at the dial, “But are you sure? Even the bigger gals…”

A powerful roar of “Just do it!” coming from Xili prompted the ferret to nervously obey. He was so scared in fact that he turned the pressure dial farther than he had intended. When suction became significantly more potent than what she had been experiencing, Xili let out another cry, this time of bliss. Dairy getting milked out of her was bulging the extractor hoses, the volume increasing to such a point Lola could see the sections where the milk bumps were traveling in the direction of the silo.

“Nnnnghhaaaa…! So much better!” Xili eyes went deorbited. She collapsed against her torso-sized tits, still swelling, still at the apex of their productivity. Their weight was somehow being held up by the tray, but their mass was soon overtaking it and pushing against the stall-dividing walls. Excessive tit flesh was on the verge of collapsing them. “Harder!” she begged, tail swishing and wings flapping like crazy. “I wanna… I wanna let it all out, guuhhh… nnnghh… muh-mooooo!”

“That’s right, moo-kitty! Go, go, fill it up!” Lola encouraged, excited not only for her friend but her explosive online media presence. The live stream had quickly hit six digits and it was showing no sign of stopping. Lola had to silence new follower notifications and comments. She continued getting warning messages for lewd content, but no action seemed to be taken against her account. The traffic this was generating was unprecedented, and also newsworthy!

Xili was being driven crazy. This was not her first time experiencing this mind-racking pleasure, yet every single time it happened, the intensity had gone up by a factor of ten, resulting in her having to get used to everything all over again. The expansion of her boobs, the engorgement of her nipples, the stretching of her milk ducts, the fang-clenching, mewl-inducing stimulation of so much milk spurting out like her tits had been transformed into dairy cannons! It was far too much all over again. And it was all the colossally busty hybrid could do not to lose her consciousness.

But it wasn’t enough. Even with each breast surpassing the size of her own torso, even with her inability to move despite her renowned physical strength, the winged cat felt the pressure increasing. “More…” Xili begged while lying against her swelling breasts, “Harder, pump harder. Make… make the hoses pump harder! Please!”

“Are you crazy? It won’t go any higher! I can’t even turn it down now!” Ken said. No matter how many times he turned the dial from max speed, it wouldn’t go down. It wasn’t even supposed to go that high for safety reasons, since none of the cows would physically recover from that much prolonged abuse. And yet this crazy mini-giantess wanted it to go harder!

“Nnghhh! Useless! This machine is useless…!” Xili whimpered. And since she couldn’t use her beefy arms to lift her growing boobs, she instead used their might to squeeze the milk right out into the awaiting pumps. “Suck harder, you stupid extractor!”

“Wait…” Ken paused, realizing he had been so busy trying to fix the dial that he had been ignoring the silo’s capacity which was already over half, “This is ridiculous. Counter has to be malfunctioning, there’s no way this girl put out 15,000 by…” he trailed off, hearing a groan coming from Xili’s station. The divider walls collapsing showed a great deal of marshmallowy white fluff spreading to both sides, and a metallic snap communicated that the holder tray had finally broken under stress. The incredulous ferret’s heart skipped a beat as he puffed out the end of his sentence: “…herself…”

“Woohoo! I hope none of you BeefKitty fans are lactose intolerant!” Lola was celebrating with her usual bubbly cheer, filming as her friend was finally propped up atop her ridiculously enlarged bust, having filled out the milking station and quickly encroaching upon the neighboring ones. Chat was exploding with so many remarks, posts of admiration and questions that it was impossible to keep up.

What was barely keeping up as well were the suction cups at Xili’s teats. With the inexorable growth of her boobs, her nipples were also increasing in girth as well. It was fortunate they were spacious, but Xili’s output was still escalating far too fast for the hoses to be able to keep up. Cartoonishly round bulges traveled towards the milk silo without stopping, so heavy in volume that they were getting pushed along by the newly created ones coming from the source. Xili was lactating several dozen gallons a second, a rate which only continued to climb with her gargantuan bustline.

Ken couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. He couldn’t get his attention back to the console no matter how much he was dreading a pink slip. Already four times their original size when she had come in, the girl’s tits were being used by their owner as a pair of supersized, super stuffed milk beds. It was nothing short of a miracle that the suckers had remained latched on, perhaps a dire combination of the pressure between the extractor and her hyper-productive milkers. The spectacle was as hypnotic as it was intimidating and it only spurred a single interrogative: “How big is she gonna…?”

But before the ferret could finish his line of thought, he heard his name being called by all too familiar yet heretofore absent voices: “Ken, what the hell is going on here…?!” One of the plant managers and two other staffers had stepped into the extraction plant, with several employees in tow.

A startled Ken jumped in place, turning away from the over-the-top busty action going on to see his superior as well as several of the cow employees behind him. The bovines were immediately shocked by the sight of those two monstrously large breasts getting hard-milked with their owner lying atop them. Ken hadn’t expected to be here for longer than ten minutes! And it took him until now to realize Lola had been filming the whole ordeal, which explained why his boss was here. “Oh crap…”

“Oh, crap is right, young man!” the manager yelled, stepping closer to the ferret, “What in God’s name is going on here? What is… who is that lady?!”

Before Ken could reply with whatever bumbling thought was bouncing in his racing head, Xilimyth interrupted with another loud moo. Her tits grew another size, properly smashing the neighboring milking stations as they became even larger than their owner. The suction cups were starting to finally lose their grip on her nipples. As the domes forcibly began sliding off the areolas, milk violently started spurting and spilling around the sides of those teats. But the extractors still managed to hang on, and the silo continued being pumped full of drakitty cream.

Both Ken and his manager were too stunned at the sight. The humbled cows were discussing amongst themselves in disbelief.

“What’s happening to her…?”

“Does she think she’s a cow?”

“I’m more than a cow!” Xili declared, since the actual dairy cows weren’t exactly whispering. “Are you the one in charge?!” she turned to the manager, lying her head against her rumbling yet still pillowy breasts with a cocky grin. “I’d give that guy a raise. Gonna show you what a real pair of udders can do now!”

The ensuing silence was broken by an exuberant Lola who jumped in front of Xilimyth’s humongous rack to get a proper frontal shot. “Woohoo, yeah! Stick it to the maaaaan! Should rename this stream ‘Taking over the dairy industry!’” the overexcited gator said, bouncing in place.

“Whu-what are you talking about…?” the stumbling manager huffed, but his answer arrived with an unexpected noise. The silo behind Lola was starting to groan in protest. Its metallic surface seemed to be yielding to ever increasing pressure. By the time Ken, the manager and the other two staffers realized what was going on, the control panel’s readings showed the 30k liter limit was fast approaching. “Turn it off, Ken!” the manager demanded in a panic.

“I’ve been trying to, but it’s broken! I told you we don’t maintain the…”

“Then cut the power to it! Don’t you see at this rate…?!”

There was, unfortunately, no time for bickering. Xili let out a mewl of desperation as she used all of her brute strength to squeeze at her gigantic titties. They responded with a tremendous blast of milk that, for the most part, splashed out to the sides like fizzling soda from a shaken bottle. However, the intensity of that ejection was all that was needed to force the last few gallons into a container that simply was not fit to be pushed this hard when at full capacity.

“Nnnyaaaaagh…!” Xili cried out at the same time as the bolts and screws holding the silo together began to pop out in all directions. Milk began to leak, but soon the pressure would not be denied. And with a terribly loud groan, the silo’s integrity failed. The container burst at the center like an overfilled water balloon, luckily collapsing away from those present; but none of them or the equipment were spared from the incoming white flood.

Lola braced just in time to get swept into Xili’s cleavage, while the plant’s employees were simply splashed at best, or completely bathed in dracocheetah breastmilk at worst. It was all a sweet-scented, creamy mess, and half of it was still splashing around in the intact lower half of the silo!

After such a massive discharge, her nipples had finally been abandoned by the extractors, and although the teats were no longer violently lactating, they still seemed to be generously dripping into the knee-deep mess which had submerged the expansive extraction room. Xili felt like an incredible orgasm had just wracked her whole being. As she slowly got back control of her mental faculties, she truly took dimension of just how immense her breasts had become. They had no less than quintupled their size since entering the plant; she could even feel Lola wiggling between them. “You okay down there…?” she panted out, tail swishing from left to the right above her toned butt.

“BWAH!” the gator’s head emerged from the top of that seemingly infinite amount of cleavage, “I thought I was gonna drown in titty. Not a bad way to go, incidentally!” Lola commented while rolling her shoulders in an attempt to free her arms. When she did, she was still holding on to Xili’s recording phone, “More like ‘Destroying the dairy industry’, perhaps, heehee,” she said tongue-in-cheek.

Xili finally recalled the stream and asked: “You think they’re enjoying themselves with this?” she asked with a playful little scoff.

“Most of them are demanding to know the address so they can come get a taste!” Lola said, checking the myriad of comments flowing into the hyperactive chat, “You just hit a million viewers… and followers, too! Wow! You’re the biggest sudden online sensation ever, kitten!”

“And I think…” Xili closed an eye, stifling a moan into a pleasured growl as she began to feel tingly all over, “…I’m about to get even bigger now.”

“Oh?” Lola perked up, smiling at her glinting-eyed friend.

“Just don’t fall off, okay?” Xili licked her chops, her entire body starting to rumble. “I can feel a really big one coming!”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be!” Lola admitted, deciding to remain half-swallowed into that monstrous cleavage while being a direct witness to Xili’s body starting to rapidly swell. Just as Xili had announced, the spotted hybrid was getting affected by a particularly powerful growth spurt. Once more, her body was expanding in order to catch up. However, this time it was to catch up to breasts which had no less than quintupled in size.

“Good,” Xili said, and then repeated with a stammer, “Guh-good…” She was getting dosed with pleasurable jolts coming from all over her being. Every last cell that made her up seemed to be crying out in joy at once, her whole being rumbling as she rippled all over. And she grew. Xili grew while repeating things such as: “I love this.”, “So much.” and “More!” as if she was a glutton before a rapidly dwindling buffet.

The others who had just begun to recover from the tidal wave of milk were treated to the sight of that extraordinarily productive, cow-shaming hybrid inching larger and larger. They could hear Xilimyth’s purring pleas as her body slid against her breasts, which thankfully had stopped growing.

“Are all of you seeing what I’m seeing…?” Ken asked in disbelief, his shoulders sagging as he and the other three couldn’t do much else but stare at the unbelievable sight. “I had totally forgotten how tall she was because of how massive her boobs got, but now she’s the one getting bigger, isn’t she?!” All he got was a triplet of slow, contemplative nods in response.

“Mmmm…!” Xili moaned, stretching her limbs and wings as she relaxed against her giant chest with all of her increasing weight. She felt her ass pushing against her overalls, which tore around her hips first. Another piece of wardrobe soon to be lost to her newfound love for growth. Denim loudly stretched around her enlarging legs until they could no longer hold back the muscular extremities, utterly busting at the seams. “Hhaaaaaah…!” she gasped aloud, manifesting relief. “Clothes are so constraining…! Wanna get mmm… I wanna get bigger!” she groaned happily, rumbling even more.

Surging with size, Xilimyth’s damaged overalls exploded off her. In a mere twenty seconds she had doubled in size to 20ft. tall. Without her breasts getting any larger throughout the process, her feet could finally touch the floor again, with her arms managing to reach over her impressive bosom.

“Hiya, kitten!” said a greeting Lola who could now see her friend’s face, now twice as large, looming over her. Xili looked overwhelmed with pleasure, her eyes glazed with growth-lust and her brow soaked in sweat. Violet bangs were just short enough to avoid covering her eyes. The gator could see her friend was truly enjoying herself. “Someone sounds like she’s having a good time!” she sang out, not one bit concerned with the way she was rumbling all over still.

“Having a blaaaaaaaaahh…!” cried out Xili as she was overtaken by another massive growth spurt. The expanding dracocheetah stretched out in all directions, her feet starting to drag backwards as her legs slid across the floor of the extraction room. As the comparison between her milk tanks and the rest of her body became less disproportionate, Xili found her arms curling up against the sides of her chest, finally touching the floor with her elbows too.

“Guh-God, she’s growing too fast!” one of the cows cried out, panicked.

“How big is she gonna get?!” the other asked out of fear.

“She’s growing into the other stalls…!” the manager pointed out.

Even though Xili was growing taller, she was also inevitably becoming wider. As a result, she continued taking more and more horizontal space by the second, with her arms collapsing the next two stalls which her tits hadn’t managed to crush yet. Already 25ft. in height, the tall ceiling was starting to look less and less imposing to Xili who hoped she’d be able to touch it soon. She even reached up with a hand, scraping her fingers alongside it with a drunken giggle. “Getting so fucking huge!”

“Laaaaanguage!” Lola chirped from Xili’s cleavage, huffily pointing at the still-recording phone despite the fact millions had already seen Xili’s nipples explode a dairy plant’s collection silo.

“I’m sorry,” Xili chuckled, shivering all over as she felt herself push another five feet taller. Her scraping fingers spread against the ceiling as she had to bend her arm when her palm easily pushed against the top of the room easily. “But look at me, Lola!” she said, grinning down at the phone and then back at the considerably smaller yet live audience sharing the steadily shrinking room with her. “Look at me, all of you! I’m the biggest in the world, and I’m only growing bigger, hahaha!”

That pure, innocent laughter filled the room, but not as fast as its owner. Xili was right. Even though she was already a truly staggering 30ft. tall, her frame simply continued to push out and expand. Larger and larger she became. 35ft. tall, 40ft. tall… Her feet were pushing against the walls behind her now, causing her upper body to slide across to the center of the extraction plant where the destroyed silo was. There, Xili briefly saw what remained of her milk in the wreckage before it was engulfed and smothered under her chest. She was starting to run out of room.

“Watch out for that tail! Get back!” Ken pulled down his stupefied manager as he and the cows ducked when they saw Xili’s cutely swishing yet gargantuan tail pass by. This prompted them to finally rush away from the milk flooded extraction room and into the hallway access to escape. From there they could still witness the perpetually enlarging dracocheetah overtake everything inside of the room with her curvaceous and muscular bulk. At this point, she no longer looked like a pair of breasts with a small person attached anymore, but all that attained extra height had made her even more fearsome!

Unable to tell when or if the giantess was going to stop, and knowing that room was going to collapse if her feet continued to push into the cracking walls, the four workers ignored their amazement and rushed down to exit. The factory was immediately put under emergency and every employee was ordered to evacuate.

“Hear that, Lola?” Xili couldn’t help but grin. She was literally running out of space. Folding her legs in was all she could do to prevent herself from kicking the walls she was growing against down. Her tits were still looking vastly oversized on her frame, but her proportions were still adjusting as she continued to grow. It wasn’t just her rumbling: The entire extraction room was suffering from her increasing mass. And when the alarms began to blare, all she could do was grin with pride. “I’m an occupational hazard now!”

“I really hope they were insured!” the gator observed, huffing as she was failing to get any new and interesting perspective angles thanks to how close Xili’s chest was to the ground and how massive her head and… everything else was getting! “I can’t get a good shot like this though. Everything’s getting dark!”

Xili had to agree things were looking less than visible. The lights had all been turned off thanks to the emergency she had caused, and it was even worse thanks to the cramped up conditions. Even while curled up, she could feel the 20-something-foot-tall ceiling brushing against her wings and back. At this point, she was feeling just as constrained as when her clothes became too tight. And that made her think about the room she was in; the building itself, as nothing more than another container for her body to break free from.

Already knowing what she wanted to do, she only wanted to make sure she had given that alarm a reasonable duration to go on; at the very least she knew by now the area surrounding this room had to have been evacuated, with only Lola and herself remaining. She held on as much as possible while gradually shifting on to her knees. Feeling her powerful wings grinding against the ceiling which had started to fissure from even the slightest pressure any part of her applied gave her an idea of how strong she was becoming as a result of her increasing size. “That should be enough waiting,” Xili murmured to herself and began to sit up, pressing herself against the ceiling before looking down at the cleavage-bound alligator. “Might want to dip for a little bit!”

With a dutiful salute and a dramatic holding of her snout as if she was about to submerge into a pool of water, Lola slid down between the giantess’ mounds. Once Xili was 100% certain, she brought her hands up and began to press them again the ceiling. She was so strong that her biceps didn’t even get to bulge, her arms didn’t so much as exert a fraction of their total strength. The damaged concrete ceiling gave as if she had been pushing loose dirt!

Those who were outside had been waiting at a reasonable distance to observe what was going on. With only four people shouting about a giant woman being minutes away from collapsing the dairy factory apart, the others’ response was lukewarm sarcasm at best. But theories of alternative scenarios for sudden safety drills died out the moment the building they had come out of began visibly rumbling.

The rooftop above the main extraction room seemed to blow up with two beefy, yellow furred and black spotted arms emerging and two even bigger wings following suit. With debris falling harmlessly off her, the alleged giant dracocheetah woman stood up, well above the company building. All doubt immediately disappeared from the once incredulous eyes of the crowd outside.

“Mmnnnghhhhaaaaaaa…!” a drawn out moan of relief mixed with delight left Xilimyth as she stood 50ft. tall, stretching once cramped muscles. “Finally, fresh air agaiiiiiiin!” she sighed, popping her neck by rolling her shoulders, sounding off her fingers by holding her arms up as high as she could allow herself, and opening her full wingspan which cast an ominous shadow over a massive area ahead of her, including the crowd of little people watching her.

To the employees and managers of the dairy, Xilimyth was nothing short of a curvaceous, beefy mountain. Her incredibly physique paired with those tits which had remained each twice the size of their owner’s head was something out of fantasy. Her nipples were still dripping with milk, and each droplet loudly splashed down heavily back into the ruins of the extraction facility.

Seeing so many bovines gathered in one place, Xili couldn’t help but smirk with self-satisfaction. She could tell exactly where they were staring at: “What’s wrong, tinies?” she teased, taking a colossal step out of the building and into the empty part of the parking lot next to it. Holding her breasts up, she gave them a proper fondle and purred as she felt herself lactate some more, “Never seen a big fat pair of udders before?”

More than one cow fainted on the spot. But to be fair, many guys nearly lost consciousness due to a lack of blood blowing to their brain at that moment as well.

Tinies. She liked that word. No, Xili adored that she could use that word now. It was such an appropriately short word that perfectly described what others were to her now. Just a couple of steps had terrified them into retreating another fair distance away from her; understandable given how a single footfall had managed to flip the cars she had narrowly missed stepping on. This newfound kind of superiority was a magnified sensation to what she had always been used to. “And speaking of my favorite tiny…” she cooed, ignoring the masses in favor of plucking Lola up from between her tits. She was careful to put the gator atop her right shoulder.

“Whooooa! What a trip! First class seats, though, kitten!” Lola complimented, getting a good view of her surroundings at the same time as she continued to film with Xili’s phone. “I can’t believe we’re this high already. Is this going to be Attack of the 50ft. Moocat, now?”

“You silly…” Xili paused. She was actually glad that Lola was still filming. Throughout her expansion, her Mediagram account had been the last thing she had been paying attention to, but now that and Lola’s little quip had managed to bring a telling smile to her face. Recalling the reactions she had gotten back at the pool party and comparing them with the reaction she was getting from the crowd here, there was no way she wasn’t going to go for broke this time. “Actually, this Moocat is going back to town now.”

Lola seemed to understand what Xili was going for, and immediately took to holding the phone up to get the best possible framing of her giant face as she could.

It’s high time to give all of you the biggest show you’ve ever seen!

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It was a short trip back to the city from the dairy plant. Long, muscular legs gave the giant dracocheetah a stride which let her close to distance in less than a minute. Numerous cars in the driveway Xili was walking next to stomped their breaks down when the vibrations they had been feeling for a while were suddenly accompanied by the incredible sight of foot paws looming above them. An impromptu traffic jam eventually formed as few could muster the will to ignore the sight of that towering female with spectacularly round, milky breasts sauntering besides them.

“What do you know,” Xili threw her arms behind her head, keeping them open with her elbows pointing away as she shook her chest with a gentle rolling of her shoulders. Each poignant step she took made the pair at her chest bounce; they were still leaking cream down into the grassy side of the road, and Xili knew those cars had stopped to look. “I got tits so big they stop traffic.”

“I bet the view’s great for the people back there, too!” Lola pointed out with giggle, doing her best to cling to her friend’s neck to avoid getting thrown off. From her vantage point, she had first-rate seats to the rippling of Xili’s dairy factories as well as the springy jiggle of the hybrid’s round behind. “You’re such a showoff.”

“No better time to flaunt than now, baby!” Xili said, and taking a hint from Lola’s point, she adjusted her walking. Mimicking what she had seen on pageants she had caught on TV here and there, she started stepping one foot in front of the other, exploiting her naturally wide hips to add a sway to her lower body. She was no supermodel, but the gym had certainly helped her figure, not just to build all that hard muscle she was so proud of! In her mind, everyone could see her. Everyone was looking at her curves, her size, her strength, even her milk. This wasn’t the time to be bashful, it was the time to finally show everybody who was at the top!

When the sauntering winged giantess had finally made it to the city, there was a mixed reception. For starters, many of the incoming and outgoing people back in the highway had called ahead of time to let people know of the giant naked cheetah with wings making her way. Skepticism didn’t last when one could simply peer out the window and see the 50ft. tall lactating woman fast approaching despite her sauntering step. Some people began to scream and run away in the direction opposite to the large female, others became frozen in fear or awe at the impossible sight before their eyes, and then there were the fetishists jumping at the opportunity to get as close as possible to bask and film what was no doubt a dream come true to them.

Xili’s footfalls, even from still far away, were sending long-lasting vibrations across the asphalt on the city streets. Upon entering and walking down the first few blocks, Xili found herself tucking her wings in and elevating her arms to properly fit in without knocking buildings to the side. At her size, she could see people flinching away from their fifth-floor windows, or in other cases, gluing themselves to them. She wiggled her fingers at them with a beaming smile before continuing on her trek downtown.

“Everything’s so freaking small now!” Xili observed as the change in perspective truly set in now. She couldn’t help but compare herself to everything that surrounded her. The building she had grown out of had been quite the experience: She could still feel herself breaking through the binding pressure of a collapsing structure that could no longer contain her, and the subsequent pleasure of standing among its ruins. The impression of seeing so many people, even Lola at her shoulder, be minuscule next to her was a new kind of turn-on which her original tall height had failed to properly develop in her as well. But now she was able to tower over several buildings she used to understandably feel dwarfed by. Now she could occupy both lanes in the street with her feet alone. The crunch of the asphalt under her soles alone was sending positive jolts of electricity up her spine with every step! It had finally hit Xilimyth: “I’m a GIANT!”

Lola nearly slipped when the energized Xili curled both of her arms in a double bicep flex, clearly basking in her own power. To her side she could see those muscles rising like furry mountains, and of course she got a good shot of them for the ever popular livestream. “Bit slow on the uptake there, don’tcha think, kitten?”

“It just hit me. I’ve been going through the motions with this until now,” Xili turned to address her sarcastic friend, still beaming with joy. Reaching down to grab and give her tits a good squeeze, she held them up for Lola to see as well: “Been so damn focused on my milkers, so hooked on how good this lactation business has felt, that I just realized I’m not just bigger than other people, I’m huger than buildings now. Cars down there might as well be toys to me right now! And you know what? I love it. This is just… it’s like it’s meant to be!”

It was hard for the alligator not to share in her friend’s excitement. Xili was positively overjoyed and that was making the redhead feel all warm inside. “You really are like a frolicking kitten right now. Well, what next?”

“Next?” Xili repeated. She hadn’t been thinking ahead, but one idea stuck to the forefront of her mind and she wasn’t shy about sharing it: “Next…” she paused, looking out at the cityscape and back at her leaking breasts. She still felt a bit backed up. Licking her chops and narrowing her eyes, Xili could only say: “…we go bigger.”

There was no objection from Lola, and certainly no dissidence from the stream chat being spammed with encouraging messages of: “YEAH!” “BIGGER!” “EVEN BIGGER?!” and even, “Check out my stream: Sweet giant booty angles!”

Now that Xili was being filmed by more than just Lola, one could get several different perspectives of the giantess’ arrival and her stroll through town. The vast majority came from people recording from the streets, going from feet-focused action all the way up to her face high up in the sky. Those concerned with her upper body seemed to be coming from the citizens recording from the highest points in well-positioned apartments or even rooftops. Regardless of where one was watching Xili from, they could all see she had picked a new destination when she began stomping in the direction of the park.

Xili had a fondness for the sprawling city she lived in. There was little one could not find, if one really searched for it. With her laden breasts still profusely leaking she thought perhaps another session was in order, but she didn’t merely want to do it in the middle of the city and wash away her admirers. That’s why she made her way into the public park which featured a massive lake that allowed people to rent out boats at. With rapid news diffusion about the incoming super large feline, not even the biggest money grubber had remained there, so by the time Xili was there the place had been, much to her satisfaction, completely evacuated.

“Are you still that backed up?” Lola asked, holding on as Xili warned she was going to kneel down.

“If I grow every time I make myself lactate really hard, then this is the way!” Xili reasoned, wasting little time in groping herself and purring, angling her nipples so that the milk ejected into the lake.

“Painting a whole lake white, huh? Is this considered art…?” Lola pondered aloud, but Xili didn’t seem to be in the mood for banter. Absorbed in the action of milking herself, the hybrid gasped and moaned as she pinched her nipples, alternating between tugging on and rubbing them to get a good flowing rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the millions watching this giant woman hand expressing in the middle of the park to have to battle with their expectations. Before their very eyes, they could Xili’s bust line rapidly overtaking her own hands. And with the incrementing size of those ejecting boobs, what Lola had said about painting the lake white had suddenly lost its metaphorical connotations.

Similar to the pool back in that ritzy uptown country house, once murky waters became misty with diluting dairy. But soon, the ever rising spurts led to the lake’s surface rising with ever accumulating creamy whiteness. And that wasn’t even the most shocking part. Xili had become so used to the sensation of becoming disproportionately busty that she didn’t even whimper when the weight of her mammaries began to once again bring her down close to the ground. Simply backing her ample backside up, she rested herself against her tremendously tripled tits and did her best to surround them with her beefy arms, encouraging further growth and even more lactation. And she did all of this with purrs of joy.

When the inevitable official filming crew showed up, they set up to the giantess’ left side, making sure to get a good profile of her long, toned and voluptuous build. But most of the cameras were, of course, on the surprisingly engorging mammaries currently outflowing like pearly waterfalls. The reporter on the scene nearly lost it when Xili turned to look at them. It was a mouse who was suddenly nervous about being spotted by a feline ten times her size.

The giantess, however, did not attack. All she did was gently weave her visible arm and rub it along her growing breast on the left side. She even twisted her lower body a little to give them a better look at her abs and thighs, all the while keeping one leg over the other to tastefully cover her privates. Xili was posing for them, smirking like someone who knows they’ve become the talk of the city; perhaps even the nation at this point.

“You really are getting off to this, aren’t you?” Lola asked, by now more concerned with getting a good look of the show rather than filming. “And to think you’d been shy about getting interviewed for that muscle mag a few months back!”

“This is different,” Xili said, “And it’s not just those nice cameras down there,” she said, tilting her head in order to gesture at the insanely populated crowd at the edge of the park. “They’ve all come to watch. Can you hear them? Mmm…!”

“Look at how big she is! Ain’t no way they’re faking this.”

“So beautiful! Is she still growing?!”

“Bro, AI hologram?”

“And how do you explain the milk?!”

“Get huger! Yeah!”

“She’s so fucking massive! Did she say on that stream that she’s gonna get even bigger?!”

“Bigger!”

“Step on me, cat Mommy!”

“Bigger!”

Xili’s heart was dancing as her ears picked up all of the masses’ wishes. “So encouraging,” Xili closed her eyes, biting her lip. “Hang on tight, Lola!” she warned, feeling herself rumbling all over once more. Her tits had stopped growing again, this time four times their original size. The lake was overflowing with her breast milk. All Xili cared about now was getting even bigger. “How can I not answer my worshippers?!” she triumphantly roared. And with that, she grew.

Once more, Xili felt the ground grinding against her expanding body. Her legs slid all the way out of the park with the claws of her feet scraping grass and eventually the asphalt of the park’s street. To avoid blowing nearby people away, she curled her tail around one leg this time and made sure to devote as much concentration as she could spare to keeping her wings still. Xili still tensed, her muscles bulking up while she hissed from pleasure as she doubled in size to 100ft. tall.

Regaining some of her usual proportions, her right elbow hit the ground first, and her forearm collapsed into the lake alongside her advancing bosom pushed forth by her swelling torso. There was a tall milky splash that elicited loud gasps and cries of wonder from the people, but even the filming crew had to pull back when Xili’s ever rumbling body doubled down yet again! She shot up to 200ft. tall in the span of a few seconds, finally back to her proper proportions while now taking up a considerable chunk of the large public park. Fortunately, all the people in proximity had had the sense to stay a proper distance away, even those that had to be held back by people because of how they kept screaming they wanted to dip into the lake of milk.

Xili heard them all, of course. It didn’t make her cringe or pity them. She knew she was hot. She knew she was the sexiest kitty cow to ever exist, and now she was even bigger than before. Without missing a beat, she stood up to her new truly colossal size and marveled at the city skyline seeming less impressive than before. Looking down at the crowds at her feet, Xili proceeded to pose and flex again. This time she gave equal attention to her feminine curves as well as the powerful muscles many of her worshippers were begging her to show off.

“More! Flex more, Mommy!”

“Give me some milk!”

“Twerk, twerk, twerk!”

“She’s bigger than even that dingy-old building nearby, what a woman…!”

“Can’t handle all this woman, can you?” Xili giggled down at the crowds as she carefully stepped as close as she possibly could to avoid summoning a localized quake, joining her hands in a weave above her pelvis to not only flash her biceps but also squeeze her tits together as they jiggled from her pecs bouncing. She heard their pleas, feeling like a goddess answering prayers right now. When one of the louder fans mentioned the nearby building though, Xili couldn’t help but look at it.

It was a building Xili was familiar with. She usually passed it during her work commute: An abandoned apartment complex which the city had failed to renovate twice and had been slated for demolition soon. An idea occurred to her and she finally turned away from her fans. She didn’t twerk, but she definitely uncoiled her tail and gave herself a spank loud enough to snap everyone to attention. A few rumbling steps later, she was standing next to the old apartment, and it was immediately clear the fan had been right: The twelve story building was hardly competing for height with the giantess now. Xili stood in front of it with her hands at her hips, grinning.

“Poll says boob hat! By a landslide” Lola informed from Xili’s shoulder. The smug cheetah didn’t have to be told. Simply leaning forwards, she bent her back and deposited the full weight of those massive tits on the rooftop of the building. It immediately emitted a sad little crack before its remaining glass windows all shattered together under pressure. But Xili took it a step further and channeling some of her fury, she pushed down, utterly crushing the building under her boobs. “Talk about a strong fashion statement, heehee!”

“Keep the commentary coming, Lola,” Xili chuckled, satisfied with the demolition she had so casually enacted. Her ears picked up the cheers of the crowd, as well as a surprising demand for more. “I think these tinies deserve to know who their new goddess really is.”

“So dramatic! I love it!” Lola jumped in place, “I can finally make my dream of being a director come true! Onwards, kitten! Time to strut your stuff!”

Oh, you know it.

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At 200ft. tall, a simple strut around town was enough to grab attention on the national scale, and well beyond. Lola’s and the other citizens’ livestreams were reaching every corner of the globe, setting the stage for the world’s largest amazon to show off.

Twice the size that she had entered the city at, there was now even less space for her to maneuver along the otherwise still streets. Xilimyth was using this time to get her cat walk practice in. She took to new neighborhoods she had yet to step in at this size, and the swing of her hips was alarmingly close to buildings once at shoulder height. It was a dangerously alluring sight upon those who had refused to leave their apartments.

When Xili finally took to the avenues, she thought the additional room would make for a less constrained experienced, and while that was true she also had to contend with the presence of innumerable cars. The abandoned vehicles represented no obstacle to the giantess, but the way they crunched under her feet definitely gave her pause. “It’s like I’m stepping on crunchy bugs, except a lot less gross,” Xili chuckled, stopping to turn around and kick one of her legs back, scraping off metallic junk which had fused rubber, plastic and glass into one pancaked heap lodged under her foot. “What do my worshippers want, Lola?” she asked after stepping down on the avenue and casually leaning an arm down on a large office building. People within were getting a great view of side-boob, and openly wondering about the constantly leaking cream the giantess was constantly producing.

“More tiddy, more booty, more…” Lola mumbled as she scrolled through the screen of Xili’s phone, “Aha! See another empty place? They wanna see how strong you are! Honestly, so do I. Get to it, Ms. Kitten Goddess!”

Laughing, Xilimyth turned around to scan for other buildings. She didn’t have to cover a long distance before she identified the crappiest mall center that had ever graced their city. The investors had done a shoddy job with location and maintenance, and they had quickly moved out. The edification was an eyesore at this point, but not yet so decrepit it looked like it might crumble to dust if she sneezed at it. Overall, it was twice the size of her own chest. It was the perfect toy for her amusement, and the crowd’s.

Xili walked circles around the building, wings twitching every so often with her swishing tail a tell-tale sign of a cat playfully assessing how to best approach her prey. Finally, she stopped behind it, bending over and sticking her ass out at the mountains on the east side of the city while her constantly-lactating breasts hung just above the abandoned mall at her feet. “Check this out,” she winked, as if addressing the rest of the city as a whole. By this point, she assumed Lola was going to hang on just as well as she had until now.

Squatting down, Xili’s massive tits violently slapped down against her chest as they bounced from the sudden dip. She backed up just for a bit while pressing her arms together against her boobs to keep them still, but what she was actually doing was pressing her giant hands into the base of the mall center. Clawed fingers dug not into the building itself, but the ground surrounding it. She gripped harder and harder, feeling the sturdy surface give like flaky gravel and quickly sensed the dirt beneath, which she also penetrated. Once she felt like she had a proper handle on the ground under the mall, she began to tense.

The giantess’ muscles visibly bulged out not only on her arms but also her legs, causing her hefty mounds to jiggle atop her tensed pectorals as well. Bodybuilding enthusiasts and lovers of strong girls alike were overjoyed as they watched that curvy beefcake cause the ground around her hands and feet fissure.

Xili huffed, her biceps and triceps pushing out the hardest as she pulled up as hard as she could while being mindful not to lose control and shred through with her claws. Obviously, the mall had not been built with being powerlifted by a macro in mind, so as soon as Xili had begun exerting her fearsome physical strength it was all the structure could do not to fall apart. She pressed her hands against the sides of the chunk of ground she was tearing out, and it was just enough to allow her to begin lifting the building. Her legs slowly straightened up as she brought the mall up to face level, standing up straighter and straighter until the gigantic drakitty was holding the entire thing, chunk of ground and everything, above her head! “Hahaha! Who’s the strongest?!” she rhetorically declared with an arrogant grin.

“Oof! Excuse me while I hide in all this fluff!” Lola said, dodging pieces of debris and large pieces of dirt raining down from above.

“Ah! Sorry about that. I shouldn’t forget how small you are,” Xili giggled, lowering the mall back to chest level before she started crushing it together with her powerful arms. While dusting her paws off, she playfully asked: “Better?”

“Now that’s playing with power!” Lola teased, soon adding, “This put you over ten million. I doubt they’d be able to cancel your stream if they wanted to! Mediagram must be run by one of your simps, for sure. And speaking of which, you have no idea how many of these pervs had been looking forwards to you sitting on the mall.”

“Gives me an idea, though,” Xili said, and went back into the city to continue with the show. The city was treated to some more eye-candy posing, gratuitous flexing and power demonstrations. Buildings or other artificial constructions she knew wouldn’t be missed were crushed or otherwise destroyed for the sake of answering the masses’ desire to have this attention-hungry goddess perform for them. Xili had always been a fan of exerting herself, validating all those hours at the gym with the admiration she deserves: But as much as she liked putting people in their place, randomly beating people up or wrecking their stuff wasn’t her style. Now that she was this huge, she could take out all that pent up aggression on large-scale things without harming people; and look sexy while doing it as a bonus.

Even though Xili was being filmed from multiple angles at this point, Lola was the one who got the best shots of the dracocheetah slamming her tits together around a water tank on top of an apartment building. The pressure of her milkers making the structure blow its cap off and causing it rain water everywhere made for a great shot. But even Lola couldn’t compete with the ground-bound cameramen and women getting shots of Xili seizing one of the old bullet trains off the sectioned-off rails and crushing their cars between her juicy thighs.

While the more populated districts were left with some huge footprints over their streets here and there, sensual destruction followed the giant dracocheetah wherever she went. It wasn’t all lewd and powerful display either: Xilimyth wasn’t actively milking herself, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still lactating. The streets were getting rained on, covered in sweet feline dairy. And as a result, although not explosive, the kitty was undergoing another, this time sustained growth spurt.

It felt good. No matter what she did, no matter where or what she stepped on, Xili could feel the attention flowing in. They could love and worship or hate and demonize her all they wished, but all the girl cared for at this point was enjoying herself. Bigger and bigger she got, soon reaching heights of 500ft., at which point she stopped to reach down and remove the rooftop of the biggest industrial bakery in the city. “Mmm, I could go for a snack!” was the prevalent thought in the starved Xili’s head as she knelt down, wiggling her butt from side to side as she reached into the breached building like it was her own personal buffet. Metric tons of food disappeared down her gullet all at once, satisfying her body’s need for more fuel to make milk with. No matter how hungry she was however, she made sure to shoo all the workers away first though; she didn’t want to eat people on accident. They were more useful to her as worshippers, after all!

Even after clearing out the bakery, Xili’s stomach continued to growl. She was growing larger by the minute, so all the food she was getting only became less and less satiating as consequence. She had to visit various factories housing the yummy snacks she was searching for, and with each one she emptied out, those constantly spurting teats only grew increasingly engorged alongside her swelling breasts. It was almost like all she ate was instantly converted into milk and size at this point! Xili couldn’t explain what exactly was going on, but she didn’t fight it. This only served to accelerate the rate at which she continued to expand, and once she had well broken a thousand feet tall, she thought: “A few cheat meals are okay! I’m a growing girl after all,” and turned her sights on the restaurant district she usually only visited during the weekends.

Italian, Chinese, Japanese, American; it didn’t matter to the dracocheetah. Her body yearned for nutrients she could only get by binging on food. Rapidly approaching a height of 1,500ft., Xili was forced to crawl with her knees scraping over entire neighborhoods and breasts bowling through the buildings she deemed unimportant. She only gave fair warning before she reached down for each restaurant she wanted to eat from. Pasta and their sauces, rice dishes and varied meats, sushi and soups, cheeseburgers and pizza, it was all engulfed without so much as tasting it. Millions upon millions of calories were necessary to satiate the self-proclaimed goddess. And the more she indulged, the more she grew, soon covering the entire dining district with the bulk of an overly bulky amazon.

When Xili finally took a break from that mindless binge, she sat up nearly half a mile tall, letting out a belch so mighty it made three quarters of the city quake. “Guhhh… It’s been a while since I pigged out like that,” she admitted, rubbing her abs with one hand and pressing two fingers to her lips to stifle a second, less powerful burp.

“Rudeness aside, these numbers are crazy, kitten!” Xili could hear Lola even though she could no longer see her friend. “Even the restaurant owners are thanking you for the free publicity! It’s a little crazy, you might be the most trending thing on the internet right now!”

“Just as they should be!” Xili smirked to herself, “I’ll have to uh…” she trailed off, stopping when she felt her stomach gurgle fiercely. Before she could even figure out what was going on, her breasts which had already tripled their size thanks to all that extra milk grew yet another size and ejected twin torrents of milk which inundated the streets and even washed out smaller buildings.

“Woah! Got yourself all backed up, didn’t you? I haven’t seen you spurting like that in a while now!” Lola exclaimed, prompting Xili to seize her oversized assets in her arms and stand up. The cloud-piercing giantess seemed to have an idea of what to do next, moving out to the seaside beach. “You really wanted to come there to show off, didn’t you?”

“I’m just going to dip my feet into the water to cool off and relieve the girls before my next major growth spurt, that’s all,” Xili sang out, acting like the casual online celebrity she had become. Her utterly enormous behind took over a grand area of the beach while her lap once again disappeared under her permanently lactating tits. Already the shores were getting coated with breast milk. She was going to dump all that milk into the ocean where the city could see it.

Xilimyth knew what to do by now. She was 100% used to the process. Her arms were getting ready to squeeze her tits for all they were worth. But what she didn’t expect was for them to blast out another violent spurt without her doing anything. These two were even more brutal, reaching several miles ahead of her and landing in the water far out where she couldn’t see. “Nnnghhh… thu-they’re really going at it this time…” she gasped.

The mountain sized dracocheetah was surprised and overwhelmed by a new wave of pleasure. But this time it hammered into her rather than steadily bubble up. While her tits had been steadily increasing their size as they discharged before, this time they instantly ballooned out from five to a freakish ten times their original size! Xili’s violet eyes grew to the relative size of saucers on her face and her yelp of pleasured shock was muffled by the surge of her own titty meat muffling her.

Xilimyth was speechless, her incredibly disproportional body twitching all over both in confusion and joy. All of a sudden everything she had been able to see ahead of her had disappeared, replaced by a sheer wall of fluffy white squish. She had no doubt her tits had smashed down well beyond the shores, as she could feel the salt water violently getting displaced by the landing of her whale-shaming giga milkers. It was nothing short of a miracle that she hadn’t been crushed under her leviathanic funbags! Even Lola didn’t seem to have a witty remark for what was happening.

Truly, Xili’s milk blimps had to be working overtime, harder than ever to contain the milk her body was producing. Without anything but the salty breeze stimulating those monstrous mammaries, they continued to batter the skies with more delicious artillery. Islands well beyond the east coast were cast by what seemed to be an all-encompassing shadow before they received the whitest typhoon in History. Even when those mountain-sized nipples weren’t firing, they still continued to leak what could only be described as the creamiest waterfalls in the planet. In less than five minutes, the city’s coast had become saturated with kitty milkshake, and it was looking like it was just the start of a never-ending deluge!

Overtaken by unreasonable pleasure, Xili’s eyes had rolled up behind their sockets. All she could do was paw at her unbelievably heavy mounds like a helpless kitten as she drooled uncontrollably. She would’ve loved to think about how much milk she was making, how useless the dairy industry as a whole would be with an incident like this, how an entire species’ monopoly had been utterly destroyed by her. But all Xili could do right now was pathetically mewl as her breasts flooded the coast.

And then it happened. Despite the fact she was still lactating and wasn’t showing signs of stopping, Xili’s rumbling body began to play catch-up with her still-blasting breasts. “Gahhhh…!” was Xili’s initial attempt at communicating the new layer of pleasure compounding with the former. Her brain was getting fried with overstimulation. Power coursed through her veins, pushing her up against her titanic titties and back against the smothered beach. Xili’s bosoms had broken the personal record of immensity, so it was only natural for the rest of her body to do the same now.

Everybody in the city was able to feel it along with her. The rumbling of her body was an impressive seismic vibration of unusual magnitude, communicating the rapid expansion taking place. Dozens, no, hundreds of feet taller every second. Soon, Xili herself was dwarfing mountains.

Her first attempt at standing back up had her lift her monumental rump up only for it to slam back down onto the wet sands, sending a rippling earthquake along the beachside. Xili’s legs were still caught under all that pillowy flesh still outsizing her by a large margin. But she still tried. Slipping, clawing at her tits, it didn’t matter to her. She wanted to enjoy her growth without being pinned down by herself! Eventually, she swelled past a mile and was able to get a good grip on her wall of breast, finally pulling her legs free from under.

It was at that point that Xili was ready to celebrate, since she was regaining her faculties as well, but all that brute force she had applied to her tits had an unexpected side effect. The bank of sand that had been only hanging on by a thread under all the monstrous weight collapsed, and Xili’s effort only managed to make them roll forwards, with her in tow. While for a moment it looked like the overly busty giantess had been attempting to scale her own boobs, now she was getting pulled off the floor by them.

“Oh jeez!” Xili cried out as she felt her jostling wobble mountains collapse into the milky waters. Just as she had continued to grow taller and taller, the sea continued to grow thick with counterbalancing sweetness. Bit by bit, she could feel herself sliding downwards with her bust looking like a less daunting part of her to behold. But even now it still made her look like she was totally beached on top of them!

The concerning size she was attaining was enough to make anybody doubt this ever having been a good idea. But it was up there, growing atop her immense knockers, that Xili saw the creamy mess she had done. Looking back, she could see how pathetically small the city she had utterly dominated by size and charm had ended up; she could see neighboring cities and the roads leading to them as well. The thoughts she had been too stupefied to form earlier about her illogical competition with bovine kind finally formed in her mind. “I’m too much cheetah, too much dragon, too much cow…” the idea made her feel electrified with new purpose. She’d be a fool to fear anything more at this point, “…and that suits me just fine!”

To grow. That was Xilimyth’s solidified resolution now. “Bigger and bigger. Bigger than everyone, than everything. Bigger than anything in this world!” she finally cried out for at least three nearby cities beyond her own to hear, if they couldn’t already hear her declaration on stream. And almost like obeying her vocal desire, Xili’s body and even her breasts this time surged with size.

Xili’s tits were still the size of her torso when they rejoined expansion. At that point, she had finally become able to plant her feet back on the ground. Swelling past two miles high, three miles high, four, five… People could see her whole person simply pulsing with energy now, fueling more and more unbridled growth. Once more the delicate sand bank collapsed under her weight, causing the preoccupied Xili to roll forwards again, only this time she crashed into the sea of milk she had created. The sheer impact of the fall sent the biggest tidal wave in recent memory eastward to the neighboring continent, the biggest spill of milk ever so far which splashed back into her city.

Back in the gym Xili and Lola frequented, an exhausted jaguar put away his mop and bucket for the day. His partner, the elephant receptionist, addressed him: “You’ve been cooped up there for the last few days.”

“It’s the damn women’s shower drains. They’re still clogged. Been like that for a few days now. Some cows must’ve thought it’d be fun to dump gallons of their milk down there. Don’t they freaking go to work before coming here?”

“Some make way more than… whoa,” the elephant stopped, feeling the entire place shaking. “These tremors are getting worse.”

“Tch, whatever, I’m out, I need some fresh air after all that nonsense,” the jaguar employee said, putting a cigarette to his mouth before heading out to the double doors while mumbling: “Gonna have a chat with those ladies if I ever see them…” he trailed off after crossing the exit and feeling the ground shake violently. A rush of milk as tall as the buildings on either side of the street was rushing down as if a dam had broken. The cigarette fell off the shocked panther’s mouth and he quickly bolted back into the gym, slamming the double doors closed just in time for the flood to pass them by, “…never mind,” he said while staring dead-eyed at his partner, “Let ‘em cows do whatever they want!”

“Oops,” Xili licked the milk off her chops and whiskers, looking back at the dairy mess she had submerged the city behind her into, “Sorry about that…!” she laughed, apologizing half-heartedly like a drunkard who had just toppled over a table with everyone’s desserts on it. With hardly any time to reflect on what she was doing, Xili was once again gripped by the intense warmth and tingling sensation. It hit her like a wall of bricks, causing her to moan out into the atmosphere as she instantly doubled in size all at once.

Little next to no thoughts could cross Xili’s mind at that moment. Regardless of what she did or said she was stuck with tits the size of her torso spewing out what seemed to be unlimited volumes of her breast milk. Ubiquitous bliss had caused her to lose any and all inhibitions. All she was concerned with was growing bigger and sink further into that depraved euphoria. From 10 miles high she doubled to 20, letting out a needy howl as she slid further out into sea. And again, she doubled her size over and over, to 40, to 80, soon with near 200 miles of sea-filling drakitty floating out into the high-calcium flooded ocean. It didn’t look like she was ever going to stop growing or lactating. Neither seemed to be an option. People were prepared for a world-wide flood, with that truly humongous giga feline taking up more and more space as she kept surging to ever mind-blowing size.

At one point, Xili turned around, floating on her back with her tits eclipsing most of her view again. She laughed drunkenly amidst moans, realizing she could see into the endless void beyond Earth. But what humored her the most was whenever her nipples erupted with milk at such speed that it broke escape velocity. Her milk was spurting out into space! And the bigger she grew, the easier this could be seen all over.

“Bigger, just grow bigger…” Xili murmured as she felt her milk flood everywhere. It surrounded her from all sides. She didn’t even need to get up to know it was spilling out of the whitened ocean, she could sense it. Xili was thousands of miles tall by now. She could tell by how she could clearly see most of her continent behind her, with every state starting to look tiny. With another surge of size, her head ended rolling back into land, and with the next, her feet finally reached the landmass across on the opposite side. At over three thousand miles tall, Xilimyth had become an inter-continental bridge!

“Mmnnghh… taking it all over. Getting so huge. C’mon body. Get bigger. I don’t…” the giantess panted, “Don’t wanna stop. Don’t ever stop growing bigger…!” Xili whimpered, feeling herself enlarging more and more. With the way she was lying down, satellite imaging showed her body to be expanding alongside the curvature of the planet. Soon, with how humongous those boobs were, the perspective from space made it almost look like the world had a pair of leaking breasts attached to it. At the rate their owner was expanding however, she was going to be too much even for the gravitational force of Earth to hold her down much longer.

Before that happened however, Xili rolled around like someone trying to find a comfier position in their bed. While the aroused draconic kitty dug her knees down onto land and hiked her butt up and her wings spread out. On the other side of the world, her breasts smothered an entire continent under their milky fatness. Mewling in delight, she pawed at the air and felt herself stretch out in all directions. Xili wasn't becoming the biggest thing in the planet. She was outgrowing Earth period! She closed her eyes and let out an orgasmic moan of pure joy just as everything became engulfed in titty…

When she finally came down from her high, Xili’s eyes managed to refocus only to find herself floating in the void of space. She could trace numerous trails of her cream irregularly zigzagging in zero gravity, amusing her as she sought out Earth. Xili turned around multiple times to no avail. She couldn’t even find the moon, the reason being it had become hopelessly wedged between her ass cheeks and was well on its way to disappearing. “I didn’t crush it, did I…?” the dracocheetah pouted, and quickly recalled what it was that she was doing before she passed out from pleasure. Rummaging through her monstrous boobs, she extracted her prize.

Earth used to be a beautiful blue and green sphere. Xilimyth had turned it white and green, and was holding it up in her hand like a baseball that had been sitting soggy inside of a milk pail for too long. Two feeling welled up at the sight. The first one was clear pride which showed in her amused smile. The second was an overpowering urge to taste her own breast milk. Xili had done it a number of times in the past and had like it better than actual cow milk, but she had never felt right about drinking it. But with Earth’s oceans comprising of it, it just felt right for her to tip the world she had blessed in her superior lactate towards her awaiting mouth. Carefully, Xili pursed her lips and suckled the white liquid out from Earth. She gulped and moaned to the taste, slurping it all down until it had been freed from the milk ocean.

“It’s so good. No wonder everyone was celebrating,” Xili said, holding the now dried up Earth like a trophy. The giant bully smirked, “You’ll be alright. Your favorite goddess won’t let you starve!” she sang out, and gently pushed the sphere out in the way of a floating strand of freshly lactated milk which left the world white and green once more. This time, however, Xili lodged the world back between the safety of her super soft bosom for safekeeping. “Don’t wanna leave it lying out there, seeing as I’m not… nnnghh…” she shivered all over, “…done.”

This was going to be the big one. Xili could feel it in her cells, her bones, her skin, every little strand of spotted fur on her being. The last explosive burst of growth. She tensed up by reflex and flexed her arms, crying out into space as she began to swell and swell and swell! “Bigger, bigger, bigger!” she chanted, and her body responded by blowing up larger without stop. The planets next to her started to get dwarfed one by one. Jupiter was soon dispersed by her furious lactation, the solar system beginning to flood with unprecedented levels of dairy swirling in all directions around the point of origin.

Before long, Xili had drowned every celestial body in the system. The Sun itself sizzled for a while, evaporating the incoming flood for as long as it could hold out until the dracocheetah had achieved such insane mass that it was put out like an ember before a thalassic catastrophe. Eventually, Xili emerged out into the galactic collection, where it looked like her legendary output would soon let her claim it as her very own Milky Way.

“Soooo… freaking… biiiiiig…!” Xilimyth panted out, fists clenched and toes curled. The pleasure was as immeasurable as her size. She had just come down from a second orgasmic trip, her mind still reeling. Lactation had finally stopped being so intense, ebbing into a constant but much more manageable leaking. Her violet eyes reopened to see the fascinating glint of the galaxy’s different systems. How long until she outgrew it all, she wondered to herself.

Got that right! That was one freaking big mess you made, kitten!

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The voice full of cheer echoed inside of Xili’s mind. Her eyes rapidly blinked as she naturally turned around trying to locate the source of the voice. “Lola?” she asked aloud, “Are you the…? Oof!” she flinched as she felt a heavy weight collide against the back of her head.

Boop!

_ _

At first, Xili freaked out when she turned around only to get her face smothered in the cleft between two smooth round objects with squishy softness not unlike her own chest’s. Instantly recognizing them as Lola’s breasts, Xili pushed back against them only to confirm that it was indeed them, and Lola was, of course, attached to them as well.

“Hey!” the naked, solar-system-dwarfing redhead huffed, “What kind of greeting is that? Don’t you realize how long it took me to catch up to you?” Lola glared accusingly, both of her claws at her hips as she leaned in impatiently. Other than the discrepancy in bust size and muscle mass, the two girls were pretty much equal in height. Before Xili could respond, the redhead softened her expression and winked at her. “You didn’t think I’d leave you all alone, didja, Ms. Milky Way?”

Finally snorting at the nickname, Xilimyth reached out to hug Lola. Their chests smashed together with an abundance of squishiness between the two of them. “How did you even grow this big so fast, anyway?”

“Pfft, never mind the details!” Lola giggled, coming up with a claw to grope one of Xili’s swollen breasts; each still four times the size of the dracocheetah’s own head. “But really, kitten. I knew you said you’d show ‘em, but even I didn’t think you’d put all those cute cows through that bad of an identity crisis, heehee!”

“I shu-showed them…” Xili repeated with a stuttering moan, squirting some more breast milk out just as easily as always. She raised an eyebrow before she hit upon a realization. “Of course you had something to do with this. What did you…?”

“Let’s just sayyyyy…” Lola interrupted, sticking her tongue out playfully at Xili, “You gotta be careful what you wish for around a goddess of dream and desire!”

“You can grant wishes?! Seriously?!” Xili blurted out both in shock and anger, “What about the time I wished for that limited edition sandwich? Or that time at the lottery drawing? I could’ve won that giant stuffed animal, Lola, oh my God!”

“Those didn’t sound as fun or as sexy as this one,” Lola answered with both of her golden eyes halfway narrowed. “Now c’mere, my extra-swollen cow-kitten,” the curvy alligator said, letting Xili go before circling around her to slip her arms around those gigantic milkers. After she got a good and firm grip on her friend’s nipples, she made the cat mewl and moan as she started milking her teats, spurting galaxy-flooding dracocheetah milk everywhere. “Goddess of Milk suits you, doesn’t it?”

After all she had gone through, the pleasure of lactation was still something that hadn’t grown old for Xilimyth. Even though she still had so many questions left for Lola, the masseuse’s godly hands were adept at all they touched. “Nnghhh… damnit, this feels so gooooood…” she purred. She could’ve been mad, but could she, at this point? After all she had done and said? This was the result she had been yearning for, after all. And now she truly stood as the milkiest draconic cheetah in all of the universe. It was hard not feel excited about sharing that with a good friend, especially the good friend who allegedly had made it all possible!

“Come now, kitten, we’re among friends here,” Lola encouraged, pushing her snout over the hybrid’s left wing before nuzzling the side of Xili’s neck. She gave it a quick nip and licked it with a seductive invitation: “You know you wanna let it all out for me.”

“Muh…” Xili’s lips trembled.

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It was a dracocheetah flavored Milk Way from that point on. Everything went white after that…