Meloetta sighed, the last of the milk canisters sealed off, ready to be shipped off. The surrounding area still had puddles of milk, but was overall clean. The same couldn't be said of the sky, which was painted a white, with hints of blue scattered about. Fortunately, civilization was safe from drowning, albeit barely.

...that is, if the singing Pokemon's tits hadn't refilled with all the milk she had lactated only moments after she had stopped. It had been about a month since then, and her breasts were about ready to explode with pent-up milk. She couldn't even touch them without thinking about milking them, and yet she knew there had to be a way to keep the milk contained while still appearing serviceable. At least, from the back - to let her master know she's a good girl, of course.

Growing her breasts was out of the question, considering her already-filled breasts weren't much larger than GG-cups. But even if there was no tank larger enough to hold the milk she was able to produce, she had a theory about what may be. It wasn't a matter of IF it could hold her milk; it was a matter of how MUCH.

To start, Mooletta carefully applied band-aids to her nipples - with her sensitivity, it was hard for her to keep herself from flooding the planet. Yet she persevered, if not for how good it will feel for her to milk herself...or at least, get it out of her boobs. The next step of her plan was to tie a rubber band at the base of each of her nipples. As she snapped each on, she could feel the milk gushing and sloshing around inside, getting fuller and fuller. It's been too long - she needed this, now!

After the second band went on, she let go of all instincts and let loose. It didn't take much power for her to push, as most of her torment so far had been holding back. Slowly letting go, her tits soon emptied their load of milk...right into her nipples. The puffy nubs were cut off on one end and the entrance was being flooded in. With nowhere left to go, the milk pooled in her nipples and inflated them like balloons. Except these balloons were pink, stretchy, and attached to her, just so she can feel every little millimeter they grew.

It wasn't even a few minutes before, in her pent-up state, she had lactated into her nipples the same amount of milk that she had filled the universe a month prior. Each oversized nub pressed into the barriers of the universe, the one thing that might foil her plan, but they held on by sheer virtue, creaking, groaning and sloshing until they filled every little space available.

Of course, Mooletta hadn't even started yet. That was just meeting quota - she was producing milk at a MUCH faster rate than she was lactating so far.

So she kept lactating. Faster and faster, her nipples grew past universes, knocking away many more and pushing up against the few that stuck to them. They were just taut enough to have the universes and their barriers press into the pink flesh without the thin skin rupturing - the mere thought of her gigantic nipples being malleable enough to squeeze, even after being as filled as they are and perhaps even later after she had expended herself, pushed her to orgasm.

In front of the Meloetta was a pink wall of flesh merely separated by a divide. She could feel them pulsate and strain with every googolplex gallons she unloaded into them, and pushed them to hold more. They were HER nipples, after all - if anything in reality could ever hope to contain her overflowing production of milk, it's her own body, even if one part was comically larger than the other. She pressed a hand against one of them and screamed in pleasure, finally losing all will to hold back and just PUSHING. All milk must come out!

With just that little touch, her nipples surpassed the barriers of the multiverse, megaverse, AND gigaverse, but she knew she could do better than that. Her shaking, gurgling spheres pushed forward, soon accelerating more than the burst of speed that pushed them this far. Her mind raced with thoughts of how far this should go, but it all boiled down to one thing: is she empty, or is she full? Bouncing between these two states, she couldn't make up her mind, though her body need no provocation to keep lactating.

If her boobs were emptying, her nipples were definitely filling. Filling out each verse, that is - the zetaverse all the way to the omegaverse didn't stand a chance against her omnipotent nipples. But before her stood the real test: outmilking existence. She couldn't quite gauge just how full her tits were, but after all this, she figured they were full enough. They unyieldingly lactated, of course; what few rational thoughts she did have were nowhere near the amount of control needed to make them stop. The only thing that COULD stop her was if the nipples just couldn't grow anymore for whatever reason.

With her nipples feeling tauter and tauter, especially after each barrier she had broke through previously, perhaps they did have a limit on how much they could be filled. If all else fails, she could paint so much more with a coat of white, but was it enough to sate her endlessly productive breasts? Surely her nipples were able to contain ALL that her body could produce.

And so she tested this...by drinking a bottle of her own milk.

Not even one drop in and she had filled out everything up to the prime planes. And she was breaking through them. FAST.

Halfway down the bottle she began swelling up into another universe at a subatomic level, two pink spheres that grew up out of nowhere and were seemingly unstoppable. As they kept growing into this new universe, the process started over again.

Three-quarters down. All the progress she had made growing through the first 'reality'? She had lactated a reality and a half. ...Three-quarters. ...Two full realities.

The whole bottle was gone. All of this in under a minute, and her nipples were still growing. Three, four. The feeling of growing past so many barriers, of her nipples holding much more than they should be holding in the first place...she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to lactate until she found their TRUE limit.

And behind her were thousands of canisters of milk, ready for the drinking.