On yonder countryside, near the great wall of white and the divide between, is a farm. A farm that is home to the best milk sold across the entire country. A farm that's earned its reputation as never falling out of stock, and is a household name. Some even say the milk has special properties.

That could be because the milk is produced by the farm's finest Kirlia. The insides of the barns aren't what you'd expect; there's no hay, no wooden fencing, not even the iconic barn-red color adorns the walls. Instead, there's row upon row of moaning, cooing Kirlia, each with breasts far larger than their bodies. And that's just the start!

Each Kirlia is placed within a specialized 'pen' of sorts that acts as a container for their breasts. Their milk is sucked out by a standardized milking machine, of course, but there's a few things different about it. One, this container is actually holding back far more size than one can see. While each Kirlia looks about the same size, each is actually a radically different size, and that container allows the Kirlia to experience and see their full size on the inside, while we only get to see them as large as the container allows. Some are only slightly bigger than their containers, and the more pampered ones, well - not even the known universe can contain them. The farm does regular upkeep to ensure these containers won't leak, lest there be another great wall of white.

The second feature that's to be discussed is the milking machine itself. While the Kirlia can experience their full size, they're also lactating as much as they would in their full size. Which means an extreme, always-growing amount of milk these tubes must handle. They're able to keep up with regular replacements, but that does beg the question: where does the rest of milk we don't drink go to?

As it so happens, the farm actually owns the great wall of white! At the edge of the barn, a lone Kirlia lay propped up against the divide, rubbing over it with her hands. Of all the Kirlia on the farm, this one is the loudest by far, seeming to be in intense pleasure at every moment with no rest. It seems to be focusing on rubbing the wall, and upon closer inspection, it seems all that white is actually breast! Hers, by the looks and sounds of it.

Before long, a Gardevoir teleports nearby to the lone Kirlia - one that's stacked itself, sporting breasts large and round enough to reach its knees. It's dressed in business attire, although its chest remains free.

"How are you holding up, sweetie? I hope our little spike in production hasn't fill you up TOO much..."

The Kirlia fights back against its moans. "M-mom...Please..."

"Hush now, hunny. You know how productive your sisters can get. In fact, we're going international! So I've had them up their production even...further~."

An elongated moan followed. "C-can't...take...more..."

"You know your sisters are counting on you to keep their milk fresh. After all, what would we do if they all suddenly dried up? You'd be the one we'd be milking. So we need to keep you full, as backup. You don't mind the extra burden, do you?" The Gardevoir presses her breasts up against the Kirlia's, right over her head. The little Psychic-type could only moan in response, feeling all too sensitive with her breasts packed tight with milk.

"Mom...I..."

"Good. I'll make sure you get the extra stimulants, too, and with some extra oomph too~."

A sound is heard from within the barn, sounding like collective moaning and screaming.

"You hear that, little one? Your sisters have already received their upgrades. They're likely doubling, tripling in size...even Cookie, remember her? Your smallest sister, flat as can be...only as large as cars. Now she's nearing the size of planets as we speak...and that's just the first of them."

The moaning gets louder.

"And your other sisters...well, let's just say the more hard-working they are, the more they're rewarded. And you know what that means."

The Kirlia held her breasts tight. "N-no...no, not more...!" Her eyes went wide. The breasts didn't seem to change at all, but her response told the story. Her legs shifted more, pressing up against her tits harder even though they didn't budge an inch. They didn't even rumble.

"You'll get your own treatment soon, deary~. Sorry for making you wait like this. I'll be sure that you're treated extra-special, though. Consider it a promise to a child that has done so much for our family...~" The Gardevoir bends over, her massive breasts still pressing up against the Kirlia now lowered to the ground and enveloping the body underneath. The squishy warmth only forced her to moan and practically scream, though the sound was muffled.

The Gardevoir raised herself after a few moments and backed up a little, letting the Kirlia free. "I'll see you again after your treatment, okay, sweetie? If you need help, you know how to get ahold of me." She then teleported away as quickly as she arrived.

The Kirlia was left a moaning mess, having to take in an ever-increasing amount by her sisters. She couldn't even fathom just how much she was taking in before, but now...it just felt like too much. She knew she was the largest of the family by far, but she didn't know by how much, or even what her true size was. As much as it did pain her to have her be filled past her limits, faster than what she can keep up with, and not be allowed to leak a drop out...she had some satisfaction in knowing she was the largest. Not a whole lot, but it, alongside the immense pleasure the growth gave her, was enough for her not to go crazy.

Perhaps, soon, she WOULD be allowed to lactate...if there was anything capable enough of holding as much as her.