This story contains a high concentration of CeeJay. And boobs.
There's hyper endowment, some sex, Milkie... it's all pretty good stuff!
CeeJay belongs to PzOwNeD",
"writing": "[center]\t[b][u]Hooter Hootenanny[/u][/b]\nAuthored by [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie[/url]\nA [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/pzowned]PzOwNeD [/url]commission[/center]\n\n\t“How many people have seen you like this already?”\n\n\t“Barely any… an’ I donno what to do… ’m really going to freak people out if I go back to class…”\n\n\t“Well you can’t hide out at my store forever you know.”\n\n\t“Yeah… I know…”\n\n\tCeeJay sighed with a heavy exhale, her form slumping. She sat cross-legged on her friend Milkette’s bed, standing in stark contrast to the black comforter draped over the mattress. CeeJay - truly named Michelle and still insisting on the name – was an otter mixed with husky genes. She was a unique hybrid, with the sleek build of a river-dwelling mammal and the lovely, snowy colouration of a husky. The colour and the nose seemed to be all she inherited from her husky side, her webbed fingers and toes, and her tail, coming from her otter half. She was sleek, and a fast swimmer to boot.\n\n\tAt least, she was sleek up until a few days before. Now her heavy sigh made her two enormous breasts rise and fall before her vision. They pushed out the black Foo Fighters t-shirt she wore to insane degrees and pulled the fabric taught, and felt heavy on her chest. Any hope of aerodynamics was gone with her new additions, as well as any hope she would be able to zip up her violet jacket ever again, or be able to buy a bra off the rack. Her jeans hugged her wide hips and full backside, but her waist was trim and her thighs were firm. Even on a bottom-heavy frame likes hers; her new H-cups just didn’t fit.\n\n\t… At least, she assumed they were H-cups. Because “H” stood for “HUGE.”\n\n\tThe poor girl had stumbled into a study on her University campus that involved what the creators called a retrovirus. The virus was intended to enhance the DNA of bovines and encourage reproduction in their species. It had worked. But upon accidentally being injected with the virus, CeeJay’s body had an unnatural reaction to the alien DNA introduced to her system. She took to it far too well. The five-injection treatment only took a single dose for her to achieve her maximum potential… and then surpass expected results by twenty times.\n\n\tWhat normally would have encouraged moderate changes in the ‘matronly’ aspects of a humanoid body had turned the undergrad into a wine glass build.\n\n\tCeeJay wasn’t the most noticeable girl on her campus before that. She had healthy B-cups to speak of, but nothing to brag about. Her hair was short, and her ocean blue eyes were hidden behind rectangular, decorative frames of a pair of glasses. She knew her new form would attract so much attention, and she wasn’t sure of how to deal with it… so she shrunk into obscurity. She spent as much time in her flat as she could with an excused absence from school while a settlement was being reached on account of negligence. But she could only spend so much time alone in her small house before she had to go out, and go somewhere familiar.\n\n\tIn a way, making the trip to her favourite game store was like a test. She was attempting to force herself to get used to the looks she would receive… and she got plenty. Some were in utter awe, others were sheer disgust, but she endured it all to the best of her ability. As much as she wanted to wrap her jacket around herself during the walks, her breasts made it impossible.\n\n\tMouse Pad was a locally owned game and hobby store owned by one of her girl friends, Milkette. Milkette was a small mouse of a chocolate hue with coffee-cream dashing, and a superior bust. If anyone knew what to do, it would have been her. CeeJay also just felt comfortable hanging around a store she knew not many people would go to. Very few customers actually stayed to hang out, despite there being a table set up for them to play their table-top card games. To her, it was the most obscure place in the world.\n\n\tThe mouse girl entertained her too. CeeJay spent days at the store in the mornings with Milkette, and when Milkette’s brother would come in for his evening shift, CeeJay would have already ducked out and scurried on home. It wasn’t until one day when Milkette suggested they talk about solutions that CeeJay found herself going anywhere else. She went to Milkette’s apartment where she lived with her brother, and the two had gotten to talking.\n\n\t“Why don’t you just say you got a boob job?” The mouse asked as she squeezed her head through the neck hole of a decently sized Legend of Zelda t-shirt. The elaborate golden etchings of the Triforce were stretched heavily across what CeeJay would have also called “HUGE-cup” breasts.\n\n\tCeeJay hefted her mammaries with her arms. “A normal boob job wouldn’ do this!” She squeaked, “You can’t go from barely needin’ a bra to bustin’ bras with silicone!”\n\n\t“Besides…” She continued, her voice lowering to almost a whisper as her cheeks flushed with a hot rush, “… That wouldn’ explain the milk.”\n\n\t“You milk too?!” Milkette gasped. The panty-clad mouse crawled onto her bed to sit with her friend, staring wide-eyed at her new chest. “That must have been some goooood stuff!”\n\n\t“This isn’t good!” CeeJay shot the mouse a distressed look.\n\n\tIt was Milkette’s turn to blush. She crossed her arms under her own hefty bust and grumbled, “R-Right, right… so what’re you gonna do?”\n\n\tCeeJay responded in an exhausted sigh, and flopped her arms to her sides and let her boobs bounce into place, “I donno. That’s why I came here!”\n\n\t“You’ve shot down every idea I’ve had!” Milkette huffed.\n\n\tCeeJay shot back, “’Cause they were stupid ideas!”\n\n\tBoth girls paused as they heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the clatter of keys.\n\n\t“Is that Ceej I hear?” Milkie, Milkette’s twin brother, called into the house.\n\n\t“Oh my God,” CeeJay wheezed, “Hide me!”\n\n\tThe ottersky scrambled to get under the covers of the bed, pulling the comforter up to hide her chest just as Milkie stepped in the door. CeeJay’s face was beet red, and Milkette smiled sheepishly to her brother. Honestly, Milkie was the kind of guy CeeJay liked… He was charming in a sense, and obviously a nerd like her. He had nice hair, and big, round glasses. He wasn’t afraid to wear things like the black zip-up Ghostbusters hoodie he had on just then, or the gray shirt beneath it that said “Nerds Rule” in black writing over his chest. He worked at the game store she liked so much, and… he was handsome – not too masculine, not too feminine.\n\n\tMilkie stood in the door with his backpack shouldered. He had the same chocolate brown hair and sapphire blue eyes as Milkette, though his hair was shorter and more boyishly cut. The same coffee-cream colour covered his muzzle and ran down his neck to no doubt cover as much of his chest, belly, underarms and underside as his sister’s did. CeeJay shrunk upon seeing him, tugging on the comforter to try and get as unnoticeable as she could.\n\n\t“Well holy shit, it IS CeeJay!” He said with a smile, stepping into the room, “How ya doin’?”\t\n\n\t“F-F-F-Fine!” CeeJay rattled as she shook nervously.\n\n\tMilkie arched a brow at her strange behavior. “You sick?” He’d ask.\n\n\tCeeJay paused, but nodded. “Y-Y-Yeah! Totally sick! B-Bad cold…”\n\n\t“You don’t sound stuffed up,” Milkie canted his head aside and stepped closer, “You sure?”\n\n\t“Get back! You’re gonna catch it!” CeeJay squeaked.\n\n\tMilketted rested her head in the palm of her hand. “I doubt he’s gonna catch THAT,” She mumbled.\n\n\tMilkie, seeing through this obvious façade, stepped right over to CeeJay. Much to her horror, he grabbed hold of the blanket because he knew she was hiding something. All it’d take is one quick tug to expose her, and Milkie did just that.\n\n\t“Guuuu~!!” CeeJay squealed in panic, closing her eyes tight and thrusting both her hands up to smack against Milkie’s chin and tilt his head back so he couldn’t see her chest. Of course, doing so made her bosoms bounce almost violently into sight.\n\n\tMilkie struggled to look down while CeeJay’s hands squished up against his nose and muzzle.\n\n\t“W… What the hell are those…?”\n\n\t…\n\n\tMilkie sat with CeeJay and Milkette on the living room couch, continuously taking glances as CeeJay’s new endowments. CeeJay did her best not to cover them completely, pushing her index fingers together above the bouncy bosoms.\n\n\t“So that’s the story, huh?” Milkie asked while stealing glance after glance to his left at CeeJay.\n\n\tCeeJay nodded, “The whole truth.”\n\n\t“Well,” Milkie turned to face CeeJay, relaxing on the couch and making more direct eye-contact with her chest, “We’re not exactly strangers to scientific mishap, are we Milkette?”\n\n\tMilkette, sitting on the other side of her brother, shook her head. “Nope.”\n\n\t“You don’ think this is, um… a little fucked up?” CeeJay would ask, once more glancing down to her chest. If it wasn’t their sheer size that just stood out so much, it was the way her newly fattened nipples pushed against her shirt… They stuck out like a sore thumb.\n\n\tA grin lit up Milkie’s features. “Personally? I love the hell out of it,” He’d respond.\n\n\tCeeJay sighed. “O-Of course you do…” She blushed.\n\n\tShe pulled her eyes away from Milkie, and the mouse simply smiled sheepishly.\n\n\t“Well why don’t we forget all this and just play some games or something?” Milkette would cut in between the two, their flirtation and CeeJay’s taking to it being far too obvious. They welcomed the distraction, and the mouse girl went about setting things up for the three of them to enjoy a game together on one of the various game consoles the mouse pair had.\n\n\tThe three of them enjoyed several games together, many of which CeeJay wasn’t entirely familiar with. On the upside, the frustration of gaming made her forget about her predicament for a short time. For that time, it seemed like little had changed. It wasn’t the first time she had visited the mice and it felt like it wouldn’t be the last. They enjoyed themselves as they always would, and despite the weight they brought, it seemed CeeJay’s breasts weren’t going to ruin her life. B-cups weren’t any different than the massive mammaries that exploded from the opening of her jacket, stretching her shirt with them.\n\n\tEmpty soda cans began to litter the living room as the night went on. Milkette was the first to stop playing though, sliding to the couch to relax while the others carried on. She relaxed sprawled out on the couch for so long that she eventually drifted off to sleep. It was for the best, really, since the female mouse had to open the game store the following morning, so CeeJay and Milkie had no problem letting her get her sleep. They turned down the volume on the television and got Milkette a blanket, and Milkie saw to it that his sister was all tucked in.\n\n\t“She’s also a bit of a science accident, you know…” Milkie said as he sat back down next to CeeJay, “Milkette I mean.”\n\n\tCeeJay looked back at the sleeping mouse. “Really?” She whispered.\n\n\t“A cloning mishap,” Milkie said matter-of-factly as he adjusted his glasses, “Well, it’s a little more complicated than that, but instead of being two of me there’s her and me.”\n\n\t“Wasn’ that weird?” The ottsky would ask, looking to Milkie.\n\n\tMilkie only nodded before shooting her a soft smile. “Of course it was weird. But you get used to it, believe me,” He’d say, “And Milkette? She’s amazing if you think about it… And your new breasts are amazing too. Lots of people would die for a body like yours, Ceej.”\n\n\t“You say that now…” CeeJay muttered, looking away and brushing her bangs away from her eyes.\n\n\tMilkie’s brow furrowed. “Hey, I liked you before you were huge!” He paused after saying that, and blushed darkly, “I… I’m like a CeeJay hipster!”\n\n\tCeeJay rubbed her arm a little in uncertainty. “I’ve seen the girls you like,” She said simply, “You can’t honestly say…”\n\n\tMilkie pushed two fingers in against one of CeeJay’s breasts, making her gasp loudly. The mouse cheekily flicked his fingers upwards across her nipple, batting the thick nub poking against her shirt and making her breast bounce. The ottersky squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth to silence herself for Milkette’s sake. “Don’ do that!” She muttered past her hands.\n\n\t“I’ll prove it,” Milkie muttered as he got onto his hands and knees and made for CeeJay. He was blushing no less than she was, but it didn’t stop him from boldly closing the distance between him and her. CeeJay swiftly crossed her arms over her chest to block it from Milkie’s hands as he reached for her, but she fell for his ruse… His hands instead found her shoulders, and with a grip not too firm, but not so gentle as to be insincere, he pulled her into a kiss.\n\n\t“I don’ think this proves…!” CeeJay exhaled as she was pulled in towards the mouse, but when her lips met with his, she was silenced. Instead of being shocked or repulsed, she found herself surrendering immediately to the embrace. Her eyes slid shut and her lips caressed his, and she angled her head comfortably to the side so that his bucked teeth weren’t rubbing against her lip as they kissed. Milkie was delighted, but remained composed as he carried on. For as forceful as it was, it only took a tender kiss to rope the ottsky in, and Milkie was nothing if not gentle.\n\n\tCeeJay’s hands pushed against Milkie’s shoulders… and the clever mouse took the opening to attack her chest. His hands quickly left her shoulders and squished into the front of her massive breasts before she could pull back and stop him. Once he’d found his prize, she made no effort to stop him… It was already too late for that, she thought. Instead she rubbed against his chest back, using her fingers to rake against what she felt to be firm musculature. Their lips barely parted for a moment, only taking breaths when they needed to before sealing their lips’ embrace once more.\n\n\tMilkie’s hands were big… bigger than her own anyways. She felt him squeeze so firmly against her chest and it sent a familiar thrill through her body – the thrill of a man. No matter how many times she felt them herself, it was a unique experience to have a man doing it instead. And Milkie, to his credit, was certainly a man. He may have looked boy-ish on the best of days, but her hands romanced his front and she couldn’t argue with the evidence of his maturity. He was short, but fully grown, and fully aware of what he wanted. CeeJay was also aware… she had been for a while, noticing Milkie’s eyes on her even before her accident.\n\n\tThe growth seemed to be just the kick he needed to finally make his move. If there was anything to be thankful to her new, massive endowments for, it was that!\n\n\tSoon CeeJay pulled from the kiss with a gentle whine as she fell back onto her elbows, panting a little. Her cheeks were flushed red. “B-Be more gentle…”\n\n\tMilkie seemed to ignore this. Perhaps it was the way her breasts jut out, or how her nipples stood so thickly in presentation that even the areola looked puffy and swollen. Whatever it was, it encouraged the mouse to be rough! He straddled CeeJay much to her surprise, and sunk his hands into her breasts as firmly and as far as he could, making her squeal out. As he grabbed hold of her breasts and pulled along them like the fat udders they resembled, she exhaled a deep sigh and lowered her voice. “I-I said gentle…! You’re gonna make me wake up Milkette…!” She squeaked, and all she got for a response was the mouse wrapping his hands around her engorged nipples like small joysticks.\n\n\t“Mm-ah! M-Milkie!” CeeJay snapped quietly, “Fuckin’ stop that…!”\n\n\tMilkie beamed down at her, pushing his thumbs firmly into CeeJay’s nipples and squeezing with his index fingers to pinch her. “But you look so adoooorkable…”\n\n\tHis pinching sent a sharp tingle of pleasure-pain through her chest that made her toss her head back, and she squeaked out a choked moan, her head hung back. Her chest heaved as she panted, and Milkie carried on tugging and pinching her nipples relentlessly. CeeJay could barely keep quiet as she panting breath became increasingly more frantic. She felt her milk coming, but didn’t have the mind to stop Milkie before she started to leak… Much to Milkie’s joy, CeeJay’s milk began soaking damp round spots into her black t-shirt.\n\n\t“M-Mmnhnn… N-Nooo…!” CeeJay whined, “M… makin’ it come out…!”\n\n\t“Holy fuck…” Milkie muttered to himself, staring with devious intent at CeeJay’s soaked shirt, “You’re getting hotter by the second Ceej…” The mouse punctuated his words by dipping his head down and taking one of those clothed nipples between his lips. His teeth gently it down as he sucked hard enough to gave his cheeks in, pulling his head back to stretch CeeJay’s breast, to pull on her nipple, and coax out more milk.\n\n\t“You’re so fulla… ah… Mmmmnnnah~!” CeeJay squealed out as Milkie toyed with her. Her head fell back and she found herself thrusting her chest out at him, and holding onto his ears like handlebars… Gods, she was loving it, wasn’t she? Her face was beet red at the thought.\n\n\tMilkie only paused when his ears perked up in tune to Milkette as she mumbled on the couch and rolled over. He blushed hotly and pulled back from CeeJay, letting her nipple slide off his tongue as he let it loose, and allowed her breast to bounce back into place. Her shirt soaked in milk and saliva.\n\n\t“Maybe not here…” Milkie murmured with a grin to CeeJay.\n\n\t“That’s what I was sayin’…!” She hissed back at him quietly.\n\n\tTaking her hand, Milkie practically pulled her along to somewhere more private. “Come on~” He squeaked.\n\n\t…\n\n\tCeeJay found herself in Milkie’s room… the messy boy’s room with a knapsack just thrown on the floor, and dirty laundry piled up in one corner, no hamper or anything… A single bed which better resembled a mattress sitting on a box spring with barely a frame to speak of was where he slept, and there was his desk, and a shelf full of manga books and games. Typically, even his clean laundry looked a little strewn about, some socks sticking out of one of the drawers on his dresser. But she saw all this in a reflection as she stood before a full-length mirror Milkie had upon one of the walls. CeeJay’s face was beet red as she rested her hands against the mirror, allowing her to look at her slightly bent over self, missing every bit of her clothing except her glasses and panties. Milkie could no doubt see her heavy, hanging breasts even from behind.\n\n\t“Why am I the only one without clothes…?” CeeJay asked, tearing her eyes away from her heavy reflection to try and look at Milkie.\n\n\tThe mouse was on her again in a second, pushed against her back and setting his hands to molesting her breasts yet again. CeeJay gasped as the mouse groped and squeezed her breasts, pulling to punch up near her nipples and sliiiide his fingers to the tip of those fleshy nubs… And he’d draw back and do it again, treating her breasts like udders. He’d get what he wanted, the ottsky squealing out as streams of milk poured from her breasts, squirting onto the mirror in front of her. Her body trembled, flushed with warmth and pin-pricks of pleasure as her fur stood on end. Every movement she made trying to stay on her feet though just rubbed her curvy rear against Milkie’s crotch…\n\n\tHe was hard. His arousal was tenting his jeans and pushing against her rear to rest right in the cleft beneath her tail. She nearly choked on a moan as she felt that… She could feel the dull throbs even through the fabric, and the heat… such a heat! He had to be leaking into his own jeans; there was no doubt in her mind. All that thought served to do was make her shudder in anticipation. Her own need was burning at this point, her sex throbbing with desire... He’d gotten her so worked up, she felt like she was going to explode! A small dribble of her juice trickled down her thighs, causing her to try and squeeze her legs together, only to have them give way.\n\n\t“N-Nyah…!” She gasped as she fell to her knees. Milkie looked at her in surprise, watching her reflection as she sat on her knees on the floor, panting for breath and flushed in the face as she tried to contain her dripping teats by resting her arm against her bust.\n\n\t“Did that feel good?” Milkie would ask with a grin.\n\n\tCeeJay nodded quietly.\n\n\tMilkie paused as she didn’t say anything, and tried to squat down to see if maybe he’d gone a little far, but before he could get to her level, she thrust out her hands and grabbed hold of the fly of the mouse’s jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the button, and she pulled the fly open and tugged his pants straight down. Milkie couldn’t even react before she yanked his underwear down too, and exposed him to her hungry eyes.\n\n\t“Whoa, Ceej!” He squeaked as she planted her hands in the ground and stared. Milkie’s erection was… beautiful. It wasn’t too big, but a healthy size especially for a mouse. That lovely, fleshy shaft was one thing entirely, thick enough to be a handful, long enough to be impressive… but it was his sac below that was tremendously impressive. His testicles looked as if they’d fit better on an elephant rather than a mouse; yet there they rested, huge and heavy between his legs.\n\n\tCeeJay had seen a man’s genitals before. She was no stranger to them, and she certainly knew what to do with them. Still, she stared at Milkie’s set with a hunger she’d not felt in a while… Her previous collapse had fueled her lusts, and she could think of nothing better to do than open her mouth as wide as she could and attempt to take one of those musky cantaloupes into her mouth. She didn’t even get close, but her lips fit well against the rounded orb, and she instantly set to sucking and running her tongue all around.\n\n\tMilkie was frozen in place as CeeJay tongue-bathed both of his testicles, one after the other. She switched from one to the next and back again, suckling on his furry sac every time she pulled away. One of her hands crept up to grasp at his manhood and gently stroked the leaking rod as she worked. Every time she’d mouth over one of his musky melons, she tried almost desperately to fit the whole thing into her mouth with little avail… but to Milkie, the sheer passion driving her to try such a thing was thrilling by itself. Couple in that her soft, warm hands worked him in just the right way to make his body quiver in delight, and she had one happy rodent on her hands.\n\n\tHe exhaled, a passionate sigh escaping him as he began to pant. CeeJay’s tongue was everywhere, proving to have one that reached over a foot long, covered in tongue studs every inch along the center. She pushed it up between his testicles, letting them sump at either side of her tongue, and tickled behind his sac. Such a thing made him squeak – an uncharacteristically adorable sound from such a healthy young man – and caused the syrupy evidence of his arousal to jet from the tip of his member and make a mess of the mirror behind them.\n\n\tThe mouse’s manhood was twitching in her hand, and she felt every vein throb in her grip, He was close, and she thought it would be a shame not to treat him further just before his release. Withdrawing her tongue, she rose to her knees and instead closed her lips around the tip of his length. She was forced to swallow the salty spunk that splashed over her tongue immediately, but she didn’t mind at all. With her lips latched to the tip, she sucked, teasing his glands with her tongue all the while. Her bold, blue eyes stared up at him from her snowy gray-white face, and he stared back down at her with his own sapphire blues with his face flush in arousal. They both knew what was coming next.\n\n\tCeeJay used her new breasts for the first time, pressing forwards to push Milkie’s shaft upward and trap it between the jiggling masses. Her hands rested comfortably atop her bust as she used her arms to squeeze her breasts together, smothering every inch of manhood in a soft, furry prison. Milkie’s trim body let off such a cute shiver, and CeeJay winked as she proceeded to bob her head upon what remained free from her cleavage, gently sucking all the while. She was in no rush… she savored his taste and his scent, and the sounds of his soft moans and passionate squeaks; even how the soft head of his stiff erection felt wondrous betwixt her lips.\n\n\tShe kept him agonizingly on edge for a long time as a little revenge for being so cruel to her earlier. Milke loved every second of the drawn out oral attentions, loving little more than he loved the tender ministrations of her tongue as she shared a loving kiss with his wet, sputtering tip. He was on pins and needles by the time he finally came close to climax. He tried to tell her, but only managed to get her name past his lips before those massive testicles of his fed their bounty into her mouth, rewarding her for her efforts. At first, it blew out her cheeks almost comically, and she could hear the sounds of his load rushing in.\n\n\tShe adjusted as quickly as she could and closed her eyes, relaxing herself to drink down what was offered to her. It rushed near constantly, pouring over her tongue and bathing it in the mouse’s unique taste. The scent of his musk, emanating from his loins, made her head swim as if she were drunk. After several seconds of quiet gulping she knew he could hear, she faulted. A gentle cough and some of his seed escaped her nostrils, blocking her breathing passage. The ottsky tore away, coughing on seed caught in her sinuses while the rest of the raining cream showered her face, neck and chest. The sheer warmth of it made her nipples stand in almost painful erection, and sent shivers through her body.\n\n\tShe caught her breath before his orgasm ceased. Every twitch of his shaft seemed to bring more seed from bottomless reserves. She had never felt so plastered by any other man in her life, and could hardly believe it was happening. Her squared glasses protected her eyes, and allowed her brief glimpses of the erotic scene of Milkie’s orgasm. She had lost all sense of time, and in a way it ended almost too soon. That heavy flow trickled into a drip… and CeeJay took a breath for what felt like the first time in minutes.\n\n\tThey were silent for some time, making no sounds other than their panting. After a while, CeeJay would look up from her spot on the floor to find Milkie smiling down at her.\n\n\t“I… wanted to do that…” CeeJay said those labored breaths.\n\n\t“… For ages? Me too…” Milkie finished, a blush spreading across his cheeks.\n\n\tCeeJay smiled.\n\n\t…\n\n\tIn the morning, Milkette had arisen to prepare for work. She went through her morning routine having forgotten all about her hybrid friend until she passed by Milkie’s room. There they rested together, fast asleep and peaceful. Milkie lay sprawled out on his back, while CeeJay’s sleek back arched in the open as she lay on her stomach with her hefty breasts comforting her position. Both were only half covered by the sheets. Neither was wearing a shirt. Milkette grinned to herself, but decided against waking them. CeeJay had been worried so much, she deserved her rest and Milkette could think of no better person to offer that to her than her male duplicate.\n\n\tOne thing she did do though was step in and switch off the bedside lamp; and she couldn’t help but smile seeing both Milkie and CeeJay’s glasses sitting neatly next to one another on Milkie’s nightstand.\n\n",
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\t“How many people have seen you like this already?”
\t“Barely any… an’ I donno what to do… ’m really going to freak people out if I go back to class…”
\t“Well you can’t hide out at my store forever you know.”
\t“Yeah… I know…”
\tCeeJay sighed with a heavy exhale, her form slumping. She sat cross-legged on her friend Milkette’s bed, standing in stark contrast to the black comforter draped over the mattress. CeeJay - truly named Michelle and still insisting on the name – was an otter mixed with husky genes. She was a unique hybrid, with the sleek build of a river-dwelling mammal and the lovely, snowy colouration of a husky. The colour and the nose seemed to be all she inherited from her husky side, her webbed fingers and toes, and her tail, coming from her otter half. She was sleek, and a fast swimmer to boot.
\tAt least, she was sleek up until a few days before. Now her heavy sigh made her two enormous breasts rise and fall before her vision. They pushed out the black Foo Fighters t-shirt she wore to insane degrees and pulled the fabric taught, and felt heavy on her chest. Any hope of aerodynamics was gone with her new additions, as well as any hope she would be able to zip up her violet jacket ever again, or be able to buy a bra off the rack. Her jeans hugged her wide hips and full backside, but her waist was trim and her thighs were firm. Even on a bottom-heavy frame likes hers; her new H-cups just didn’t fit.
\t… At least, she assumed they were H-cups. Because “H” stood for “HUGE.”
\tThe poor girl had stumbled into a study on her University campus that involved what the creators called a retrovirus. The virus was intended to enhance the DNA of bovines and encourage reproduction in their species. It had worked. But upon accidentally being injected with the virus, CeeJay’s body had an unnatural reaction to the alien DNA introduced to her system. She took to it far too well. The five-injection treatment only took a single dose for her to achieve her maximum potential… and then surpass expected results by twenty times.
\tWhat normally would have encouraged moderate changes in the ‘matronly’ aspects of a humanoid body had turned the undergrad into a wine glass build.
\tCeeJay wasn’t the most noticeable girl on her campus before that. She had healthy B-cups to speak of, but nothing to brag about. Her hair was short, and her ocean blue eyes were hidden behind rectangular, decorative frames of a pair of glasses. She knew her new form would attract so much attention, and she wasn’t sure of how to deal with it… so she shrunk into obscurity. She spent as much time in her flat as she could with an excused absence from school while a settlement was being reached on account of negligence. But she could only spend so much time alone in her small house before she had to go out, and go somewhere familiar.
\tIn a way, making the trip to her favourite game store was like a test. She was attempting to force herself to get used to the looks she would receive… and she got plenty. Some were in utter awe, others were sheer disgust, but she endured it all to the best of her ability. As much as she wanted to wrap her jacket around herself during the walks, her breasts made it impossible.
\tMouse Pad was a locally owned game and hobby store owned by one of her girl friends, Milkette. Milkette was a small mouse of a chocolate hue with coffee-cream dashing, and a superior bust. If anyone knew what to do, it would have been her. CeeJay also just felt comfortable hanging around a store she knew not many people would go to. Very few customers actually stayed to hang out, despite there being a table set up for them to play their table-top card games. To her, it was the most obscure place in the world.
\tThe mouse girl entertained her too. CeeJay spent days at the store in the mornings with Milkette, and when Milkette’s brother would come in for his evening shift, CeeJay would have already ducked out and scurried on home. It wasn’t until one day when Milkette suggested they talk about solutions that CeeJay found herself going anywhere else. She went to Milkette’s apartment where she lived with her brother, and the two had gotten to talking.
\t“Why don’t you just say you got a boob job?” The mouse asked as she squeezed her head through the neck hole of a decently sized Legend of Zelda t-shirt. The elaborate golden etchings of the Triforce were stretched heavily across what CeeJay would have also called “HUGE-cup” breasts.
\tCeeJay hefted her mammaries with her arms. “A normal boob job wouldn’ do this!” She squeaked, “You can’t go from barely needin’ a bra to bustin’ bras with silicone!”
\t“Besides…” She continued, her voice lowering to almost a whisper as her cheeks flushed with a hot rush, “… That wouldn’ explain the milk.”
\t“You milk too?!” Milkette gasped. The panty-clad mouse crawled onto her bed to sit with her friend, staring wide-eyed at her new chest. “That must have been some goooood stuff!”
\t“This isn’t good!” CeeJay shot the mouse a distressed look.
\tIt was Milkette’s turn to blush. She crossed her arms under her own hefty bust and grumbled, “R-Right, right… so what’re you gonna do?”
\tCeeJay responded in an exhausted sigh, and flopped her arms to her sides and let her boobs bounce into place, “I donno. That’s why I came here!”
\t“You’ve shot down every idea I’ve had!” Milkette huffed.
\tCeeJay shot back, “’Cause they were stupid ideas!”
\tBoth girls paused as they heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the clatter of keys.
\t“Is that Ceej I hear?” Milkie, Milkette’s twin brother, called into the house.
\t“Oh my God,” CeeJay wheezed, “Hide me!”
\tThe ottersky scrambled to get under the covers of the bed, pulling the comforter up to hide her chest just as Milkie stepped in the door. CeeJay’s face was beet red, and Milkette smiled sheepishly to her brother. Honestly, Milkie was the kind of guy CeeJay liked… He was charming in a sense, and obviously a nerd like her. He had nice hair, and big, round glasses. He wasn’t afraid to wear things like the black zip-up Ghostbusters hoodie he had on just then, or the gray shirt beneath it that said “Nerds Rule” in black writing over his chest. He worked at the game store she liked so much, and… he was handsome – not too masculine, not too feminine.
\tMilkie stood in the door with his backpack shouldered. He had the same chocolate brown hair and sapphire blue eyes as Milkette, though his hair was shorter and more boyishly cut. The same coffee-cream colour covered his muzzle and ran down his neck to no doubt cover as much of his chest, belly, underarms and underside as his sister’s did. CeeJay shrunk upon seeing him, tugging on the comforter to try and get as unnoticeable as she could.
\t“Well holy shit, it IS CeeJay!” He said with a smile, stepping into the room, “How ya doin’?”\t
\t“F-F-F-Fine!” CeeJay rattled as she shook nervously.
\tMilkie arched a brow at her strange behavior. “You sick?” He’d ask.
\tCeeJay paused, but nodded. “Y-Y-Yeah! Totally sick! B-Bad cold…”
\t“You don’t sound stuffed up,” Milkie canted his head aside and stepped closer, “You sure?”
\tMilketted rested her head in the palm of her hand. “I doubt he’s gonna catch THAT,” She mumbled.
\tMilkie, seeing through this obvious façade, stepped right over to CeeJay. Much to her horror, he grabbed hold of the blanket because he knew she was hiding something. All it’d take is one quick tug to expose her, and Milkie did just that.
\t“Guuuu~!!” CeeJay squealed in panic, closing her eyes tight and thrusting both her hands up to smack against Milkie’s chin and tilt his head back so he couldn’t see her chest. Of course, doing so made her bosoms bounce almost violently into sight.
\tMilkie struggled to look down while CeeJay’s hands squished up against his nose and muzzle.
\t“W… What the hell are those…?”
\t…
\tMilkie sat with CeeJay and Milkette on the living room couch, continuously taking glances as CeeJay’s new endowments. CeeJay did her best not to cover them completely, pushing her index fingers together above the bouncy bosoms.
\t“So that’s the story, huh?” Milkie asked while stealing glance after glance to his left at CeeJay.
\tCeeJay nodded, “The whole truth.”
\t“Well,” Milkie turned to face CeeJay, relaxing on the couch and making more direct eye-contact with her chest, “We’re not exactly strangers to scientific mishap, are we Milkette?”
\tMilkette, sitting on the other side of her brother, shook her head. “Nope.”
\t“You don’ think this is, um… a little fucked up?” CeeJay would ask, once more glancing down to her chest. If it wasn’t their sheer size that just stood out so much, it was the way her newly fattened nipples pushed against her shirt… They stuck out like a sore thumb.
\tA grin lit up Milkie’s features. “Personally? I love the hell out of it,” He’d respond.
\tCeeJay sighed. “O-Of course you do…” She blushed.
\tShe pulled her eyes away from Milkie, and the mouse simply smiled sheepishly.
\t“Well why don’t we forget all this and just play some games or something?” Milkette would cut in between the two, their flirtation and CeeJay’s taking to it being far too obvious. They welcomed the distraction, and the mouse girl went about setting things up for the three of them to enjoy a game together on one of the various game consoles the mouse pair had.
\tThe three of them enjoyed several games together, many of which CeeJay wasn’t entirely familiar with. On the upside, the frustration of gaming made her forget about her predicament for a short time. For that time, it seemed like little had changed. It wasn’t the first time she had visited the mice and it felt like it wouldn’t be the last. They enjoyed themselves as they always would, and despite the weight they brought, it seemed CeeJay’s breasts weren’t going to ruin her life. B-cups weren’t any different than the massive mammaries that exploded from the opening of her jacket, stretching her shirt with them.
\tEmpty soda cans began to litter the living room as the night went on. Milkette was the first to stop playing though, sliding to the couch to relax while the others carried on. She relaxed sprawled out on the couch for so long that she eventually drifted off to sleep. It was for the best, really, since the female mouse had to open the game store the following morning, so CeeJay and Milkie had no problem letting her get her sleep. They turned down the volume on the television and got Milkette a blanket, and Milkie saw to it that his sister was all tucked in.
\t“She’s also a bit of a science accident, you know…” Milkie said as he sat back down next to CeeJay, “Milkette I mean.”
\tCeeJay looked back at the sleeping mouse. “Really?” She whispered.
\t“A cloning mishap,” Milkie said matter-of-factly as he adjusted his glasses, “Well, it’s a little more complicated than that, but instead of being two of me there’s her and me.”
\t“Wasn’ that weird?” The ottsky would ask, looking to Milkie.
\tMilkie only nodded before shooting her a soft smile. “Of course it was weird. But you get used to it, believe me,” He’d say, “And Milkette? She’s amazing if you think about it… And your new breasts are amazing too. Lots of people would die for a body like yours, Ceej.”
\t“You say that now…” CeeJay muttered, looking away and brushing her bangs away from her eyes.
\tMilkie’s brow furrowed. “Hey, I liked you before you were huge!” He paused after saying that, and blushed darkly, “I… I’m like a CeeJay hipster!”
\tCeeJay rubbed her arm a little in uncertainty. “I’ve seen the girls you like,” She said simply, “You can’t honestly say…”
\tMilkie pushed two fingers in against one of CeeJay’s breasts, making her gasp loudly. The mouse cheekily flicked his fingers upwards across her nipple, batting the thick nub poking against her shirt and making her breast bounce. The ottersky squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth to silence herself for Milkette’s sake. “Don’ do that!” She muttered past her hands.
\t“I’ll prove it,” Milkie muttered as he got onto his hands and knees and made for CeeJay. He was blushing no less than she was, but it didn’t stop him from boldly closing the distance between him and her. CeeJay swiftly crossed her arms over her chest to block it from Milkie’s hands as he reached for her, but she fell for his ruse… His hands instead found her shoulders, and with a grip not too firm, but not so gentle as to be insincere, he pulled her into a kiss.
\t“I don’ think this proves…!” CeeJay exhaled as she was pulled in towards the mouse, but when her lips met with his, she was silenced. Instead of being shocked or repulsed, she found herself surrendering immediately to the embrace. Her eyes slid shut and her lips caressed his, and she angled her head comfortably to the side so that his bucked teeth weren’t rubbing against her lip as they kissed. Milkie was delighted, but remained composed as he carried on. For as forceful as it was, it only took a tender kiss to rope the ottsky in, and Milkie was nothing if not gentle.
\tCeeJay’s hands pushed against Milkie’s shoulders… and the clever mouse took the opening to attack her chest. His hands quickly left her shoulders and squished into the front of her massive breasts before she could pull back and stop him. Once he’d found his prize, she made no effort to stop him… It was already too late for that, she thought. Instead she rubbed against his chest back, using her fingers to rake against what she felt to be firm musculature. Their lips barely parted for a moment, only taking breaths when they needed to before sealing their lips’ embrace once more.
\tMilkie’s hands were big… bigger than her own anyways. She felt him squeeze so firmly against her chest and it sent a familiar thrill through her body – the thrill of a man. No matter how many times she felt them herself, it was a unique experience to have a man doing it instead. And Milkie, to his credit, was certainly a man. He may have looked boy-ish on the best of days, but her hands romanced his front and she couldn’t argue with the evidence of his maturity. He was short, but fully grown, and fully aware of what he wanted. CeeJay was also aware… she had been for a while, noticing Milkie’s eyes on her even before her accident.
\tThe growth seemed to be just the kick he needed to finally make his move. If there was anything to be thankful to her new, massive endowments for, it was that!
\tSoon CeeJay pulled from the kiss with a gentle whine as she fell back onto her elbows, panting a little. Her cheeks were flushed red. “B-Be more gentle…”
\tMilkie seemed to ignore this. Perhaps it was the way her breasts jut out, or how her nipples stood so thickly in presentation that even the areola looked puffy and swollen. Whatever it was, it encouraged the mouse to be rough! He straddled CeeJay much to her surprise, and sunk his hands into her breasts as firmly and as far as he could, making her squeal out. As he grabbed hold of her breasts and pulled along them like the fat udders they resembled, she exhaled a deep sigh and lowered her voice. “I-I said gentle…! You’re gonna make me wake up Milkette…!” She squeaked, and all she got for a response was the mouse wrapping his hands around her engorged nipples like small joysticks.
\tMilkie beamed down at her, pushing his thumbs firmly into CeeJay’s nipples and squeezing with his index fingers to pinch her. “But you look so adoooorkable…”
\tHis pinching sent a sharp tingle of pleasure-pain through her chest that made her toss her head back, and she squeaked out a choked moan, her head hung back. Her chest heaved as she panted, and Milkie carried on tugging and pinching her nipples relentlessly. CeeJay could barely keep quiet as she panting breath became increasingly more frantic. She felt her milk coming, but didn’t have the mind to stop Milkie before she started to leak… Much to Milkie’s joy, CeeJay’s milk began soaking damp round spots into her black t-shirt.
\t“M-Mmnhnn… N-Nooo…!” CeeJay whined, “M… makin’ it come out…!”
\t“Holy fuck…” Milkie muttered to himself, staring with devious intent at CeeJay’s soaked shirt, “You’re getting hotter by the second Ceej…” The mouse punctuated his words by dipping his head down and taking one of those clothed nipples between his lips. His teeth gently it down as he sucked hard enough to gave his cheeks in, pulling his head back to stretch CeeJay’s breast, to pull on her nipple, and coax out more milk.
\t“You’re so fulla… ah… Mmmmnnnah~!” CeeJay squealed out as Milkie toyed with her. Her head fell back and she found herself thrusting her chest out at him, and holding onto his ears like handlebars… Gods, she was loving it, wasn’t she? Her face was beet red at the thought.
\tMilkie only paused when his ears perked up in tune to Milkette as she mumbled on the couch and rolled over. He blushed hotly and pulled back from CeeJay, letting her nipple slide off his tongue as he let it loose, and allowed her breast to bounce back into place. Her shirt soaked in milk and saliva.
\t“Maybe not here…” Milkie murmured with a grin to CeeJay.
\t“That’s what I was sayin’…!” She hissed back at him quietly.
\tTaking her hand, Milkie practically pulled her along to somewhere more private. “Come on~” He squeaked.
\t…
\tCeeJay found herself in Milkie’s room… the messy boy’s room with a knapsack just thrown on the floor, and dirty laundry piled up in one corner, no hamper or anything… A single bed which better resembled a mattress sitting on a box spring with barely a frame to speak of was where he slept, and there was his desk, and a shelf full of manga books and games. Typically, even his clean laundry looked a little strewn about, some socks sticking out of one of the drawers on his dresser. But she saw all this in a reflection as she stood before a full-length mirror Milkie had upon one of the walls. CeeJay’s face was beet red as she rested her hands against the mirror, allowing her to look at her slightly bent over self, missing every bit of her clothing except her glasses and panties. Milkie could no doubt see her heavy, hanging breasts even from behind.
\t“Why am I the only one without clothes…?” CeeJay asked, tearing her eyes away from her heavy reflection to try and look at Milkie.
\tThe mouse was on her again in a second, pushed against her back and setting his hands to molesting her breasts yet again. CeeJay gasped as the mouse groped and squeezed her breasts, pulling to punch up near her nipples and sliiiide his fingers to the tip of those fleshy nubs… And he’d draw back and do it again, treating her breasts like udders. He’d get what he wanted, the ottsky squealing out as streams of milk poured from her breasts, squirting onto the mirror in front of her. Her body trembled, flushed with warmth and pin-pricks of pleasure as her fur stood on end. Every movement she made trying to stay on her feet though just rubbed her curvy rear against Milkie’s crotch…
\tHe was hard. His arousal was tenting his jeans and pushing against her rear to rest right in the cleft beneath her tail. She nearly choked on a moan as she felt that… She could feel the dull throbs even through the fabric, and the heat… such a heat! He had to be leaking into his own jeans; there was no doubt in her mind. All that thought served to do was make her shudder in anticipation. Her own need was burning at this point, her sex throbbing with desire... He’d gotten her so worked up, she felt like she was going to explode! A small dribble of her juice trickled down her thighs, causing her to try and squeeze her legs together, only to have them give way.
\t“N-Nyah…!” She gasped as she fell to her knees. Milkie looked at her in surprise, watching her reflection as she sat on her knees on the floor, panting for breath and flushed in the face as she tried to contain her dripping teats by resting her arm against her bust.
\t“Did that feel good?” Milkie would ask with a grin.
\tCeeJay nodded quietly.
\tMilkie paused as she didn’t say anything, and tried to squat down to see if maybe he’d gone a little far, but before he could get to her level, she thrust out her hands and grabbed hold of the fly of the mouse’s jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the button, and she pulled the fly open and tugged his pants straight down. Milkie couldn’t even react before she yanked his underwear down too, and exposed him to her hungry eyes.
\t“Whoa, Ceej!” He squeaked as she planted her hands in the ground and stared. Milkie’s erection was… beautiful. It wasn’t too big, but a healthy size especially for a mouse. That lovely, fleshy shaft was one thing entirely, thick enough to be a handful, long enough to be impressive… but it was his sac below that was tremendously impressive. His testicles looked as if they’d fit better on an elephant rather than a mouse; yet there they rested, huge and heavy between his legs.
\tCeeJay had seen a man’s genitals before. She was no stranger to them, and she certainly knew what to do with them. Still, she stared at Milkie’s set with a hunger she’d not felt in a while… Her previous collapse had fueled her lusts, and she could think of nothing better to do than open her mouth as wide as she could and attempt to take one of those musky cantaloupes into her mouth. She didn’t even get close, but her lips fit well against the rounded orb, and she instantly set to sucking and running her tongue all around.
\tMilkie was frozen in place as CeeJay tongue-bathed both of his testicles, one after the other. She switched from one to the next and back again, suckling on his furry sac every time she pulled away. One of her hands crept up to grasp at his manhood and gently stroked the leaking rod as she worked. Every time she’d mouth over one of his musky melons, she tried almost desperately to fit the whole thing into her mouth with little avail… but to Milkie, the sheer passion driving her to try such a thing was thrilling by itself. Couple in that her soft, warm hands worked him in just the right way to make his body quiver in delight, and she had one happy rodent on her hands.
\tHe exhaled, a passionate sigh escaping him as he began to pant. CeeJay’s tongue was everywhere, proving to have one that reached over a foot long, covered in tongue studs every inch along the center. She pushed it up between his testicles, letting them sump at either side of her tongue, and tickled behind his sac. Such a thing made him squeak – an uncharacteristically adorable sound from such a healthy young man – and caused the syrupy evidence of his arousal to jet from the tip of his member and make a mess of the mirror behind them.
\tThe mouse’s manhood was twitching in her hand, and she felt every vein throb in her grip, He was close, and she thought it would be a shame not to treat him further just before his release. Withdrawing her tongue, she rose to her knees and instead closed her lips around the tip of his length. She was forced to swallow the salty spunk that splashed over her tongue immediately, but she didn’t mind at all. With her lips latched to the tip, she sucked, teasing his glands with her tongue all the while. Her bold, blue eyes stared up at him from her snowy gray-white face, and he stared back down at her with his own sapphire blues with his face flush in arousal. They both knew what was coming next.
\tCeeJay used her new breasts for the first time, pressing forwards to push Milkie’s shaft upward and trap it between the jiggling masses. Her hands rested comfortably atop her bust as she used her arms to squeeze her breasts together, smothering every inch of manhood in a soft, furry prison. Milkie’s trim body let off such a cute shiver, and CeeJay winked as she proceeded to bob her head upon what remained free from her cleavage, gently sucking all the while. She was in no rush… she savored his taste and his scent, and the sounds of his soft moans and passionate squeaks; even how the soft head of his stiff erection felt wondrous betwixt her lips.
\tShe kept him agonizingly on edge for a long time as a little revenge for being so cruel to her earlier. Milke loved every second of the drawn out oral attentions, loving little more than he loved the tender ministrations of her tongue as she shared a loving kiss with his wet, sputtering tip. He was on pins and needles by the time he finally came close to climax. He tried to tell her, but only managed to get her name past his lips before those massive testicles of his fed their bounty into her mouth, rewarding her for her efforts. At first, it blew out her cheeks almost comically, and she could hear the sounds of his load rushing in.
\tShe adjusted as quickly as she could and closed her eyes, relaxing herself to drink down what was offered to her. It rushed near constantly, pouring over her tongue and bathing it in the mouse’s unique taste. The scent of his musk, emanating from his loins, made her head swim as if she were drunk. After several seconds of quiet gulping she knew he could hear, she faulted. A gentle cough and some of his seed escaped her nostrils, blocking her breathing passage. The ottsky tore away, coughing on seed caught in her sinuses while the rest of the raining cream showered her face, neck and chest. The sheer warmth of it made her nipples stand in almost painful erection, and sent shivers through her body.
\tShe caught her breath before his orgasm ceased. Every twitch of his shaft seemed to bring more seed from bottomless reserves. She had never felt so plastered by any other man in her life, and could hardly believe it was happening. Her squared glasses protected her eyes, and allowed her brief glimpses of the erotic scene of Milkie’s orgasm. She had lost all sense of time, and in a way it ended almost too soon. That heavy flow trickled into a drip… and CeeJay took a breath for what felt like the first time in minutes.
\tThey were silent for some time, making no sounds other than their panting. After a while, CeeJay would look up from her spot on the floor to find Milkie smiling down at her.
\t“I… wanted to do that…” CeeJay said those labored breaths.
\t“… For ages? Me too…” Milkie finished, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
\tCeeJay smiled.
\t…
\tIn the morning, Milkette had arisen to prepare for work. She went through her morning routine having forgotten all about her hybrid friend until she passed by Milkie’s room. There they rested together, fast asleep and peaceful. Milkie lay sprawled out on his back, while CeeJay’s sleek back arched in the open as she lay on her stomach with her hefty breasts comforting her position. Both were only half covered by the sheets. Neither was wearing a shirt. Milkette grinned to herself, but decided against waking them. CeeJay had been worried so much, she deserved her rest and Milkette could think of no better person to offer that to her than her male duplicate.
\tOne thing she did do though was step in and switch off the bedside lamp; and she couldn’t help but smile seeing both Milkie and CeeJay’s glasses sitting neatly next to one another on Milkie’s nightstand.
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