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Lotsa growin', lactatin', and little kitty.", "writing": "[center][b][u]One Bad Turn Deserves Another[/u][/b]\n\nAuthored by [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie[/url] \n\nA [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/threyon]Threyon[/url] commission\n[/center]\n\t“This is it! Today’s the day!”\n\n\tThreyon practically threw the door the constable’s quarters off its hinges as he marched out like a champion with a bag of gold in hand. There was Cheshire cats out somewhere in Neverland whose smiles paled in comparison to his did just then.\n\n\tYou see, Threyon had collected a bounty. Such a thing was a strange circumstance for someone who deemed themselves plain. Threyon was no adventurer, he was no epic warrior or cunning rogue, no spell-slinging wizard or even a gifted healer – he ran a small fruit stall in a city on a street where no one knew his name and even fewer people bought his wares. He was just so easily missed that he had accepted the idea that his entire life would be boring and uneventful, and spent his days ignoring this looming truth.\n\n\tBut it all changed when that robber was hurrying down the street after pilfering one of the noble manors, and Threyon happened to accidentally push a large melon off a high resting spot at his stall, thus causing it to fall upon the robber’s head and stun him long enough for authorities to catch up. For his efforts in obvious heroism, Threyon had been rewarded a monetary prize. Surely it was a sign, the little feline thought. Surely this meant that his luck was changing, and he was going to be something amazing.\n\n\tSo many thoughts passed his mind, images of a future he had yet to discover coming and going, each more glorious than the last. He’d have money, and women, and power! But first, naturally, he had to look the part. Threyon was… an interesting sort. He was a feline, brown furred from head to toe, with rather big, pointy, tufted ears; which was fine and average, barring the fact that he was only about three feet tall. He was a dwarf of a feline, and so most fellows around the city never paid him much mind. He needed something to stand out, something that would announce to the world: I am Threyon, and I dropped a watermelon on somebody.\n\n\tFor the first time in his life, Threyon ventured to the higher-end markets, where stores were exotic and the customers all wore nice, upper-class clothing. It was there he’d pick up… something. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get, as there were many options available to him; so the best way was to simply wander around until something managed to catch his eye. It took some time, and throughout the hour he spent looking he was mistaken for a lost child on more than one occasion, but his looking paid off. He spotted a particular trinket in one of the more oriental stalls set up in the marketplace.\n\n\tIt was a golden necklace with one of the most gorgeous and well-polished stones on it that Threyon had ever seen. The lavender stone shined in the light, and it resembled… an arrow head? Threyon found himself studying the stone more closely. It indeed tapered to a point at its lowest spot, and stayed looped around the golden chain it hung on by a ring of its own construct. After looking at it for a while, he realized that the protrusions on the stone made it look like a woman who was holding her arms up over her head. Why, there seemed to be a curve in the stone where a woman’s breasts might be. But any fine details of the thing remained ambiguous, and as such it was only a theory… It only looked like a woman to him.\n\n\tEventually the merchant noticed Threyon… it only took so long because it was difficult to see him over the counter. Even though the merchant was a rodent of a sort, he still was taller than Threyon. He peered over the counter, a long pipe in hand and black hair in a foreign style, exotic clothing, and narrow eyes that assured Threyon the peddler was not from around there. But his English was fair, despite the accent, as he said, “Could I get you something young one?”\n\n\t“I want that,” Threyon gestured to the necklace he had been admiring, and then held up the bag of money he had earned.\n\n\tThe merchant eyed him and smiled. “Oh, you have a good eye,” He said, taking the necklace down from its hook and draping it over his hand to hold out for Threyon to see. Watching the finely crafted jewel dangle in the light made it look all the more beautiful.\n\n\t“This comes from a faraway place,” The merchant said, “It is said to bring good fortune.”\n\n\tOf course it did. They all did.\n\n\t“I’ll take it!” Threyon beamed. The transaction was made just then, and almost all of Threyon’s bounty collection had been taken in exchange for the necklace. He wasted no time in putting it on, and against his plain old green tunic the golden accessory stood out like a great, big neon sign.\n\n\tWith his new necklace hung proudly around his neck, Threyon thought it best to go and show it off before getting back to his own stall. Taking what money he had left, he made for the tavern. An afternoon drink was just the way to lift his spirits before delving back into the humbuggery of everyday life. That and he really wanted to see if people would notice him! He’d definitely be paying close attention to the other patrons while he was there, just to see if this supposed good luck charm had any merit to it.\n\n\tThreyon’s usual tavern wasn’t the liveliest to begin with, but he had enough money to allow himself a fancier drinking experience than just a regular old alehouse. There was a slightly higher-end establishment known as The Ringtail just along the docks that attracted all sorts of sailors, so Threyon decided he’d go there. It was hardly out of the way for him, as he had to pass through the marketplace just to reach the docks, so a short stroll saw him to his destination. The Ringtail wasn’t honestly any fancier than the usual slummy place, but at least it didn’t serve ale that tasted like bad bread. Stepping inside proved to be no more exhilarating – it wasn’t all finely polished wood and velvet, just… the regular sort of tavern experience.\n\n\tThreyon climbed up into one of the seats at the bar and settled in, taking a deep breath and looking around. Other patrons went about their business, bustling in a quiet sort of afternoon with the sound of ocean waves faintly coming in from outside. There was live performance too, a lone skunk woman, rotund yet beautiful, draped in violet silk and golden bangles and dancing for the entertainment of those in attendance. Oh, Threyon could have gotten used to such a place very quickly. Hopefully his luck wouldn’t run out any time soon!\n\n\t“Can I get you anything, hun?”\n\n\tThreyon turned his attention from the stage-performer instead to a bar wench. She was a hefty looking grizzly woman – though not grizzly in a sense of being unappealing, but an actual grizzly bear. She had pretty red hair though, and a warm smile. Threyon couldn’t help but smile at her. “Oh, just an ale please,” He answered in a more polite way than most tavern-sulkers. The woman was more than happy to serve him, though his new necklace caught her eye. She watched the beautiful gem swing as he turned back towards the show to watch, and found herself staring. She stared intensely, deeply into the rock, unable to take her eyes off it. It let off a glow that no one else seemed to notice, but it filled her with such warmth…\n\n\tThe warmth spread to the wench’s chest while also clouding her mind, making the swelling of her breasts unnoticeable to her. Her already hefty pair of teats inched fatter, filled heavier, and pushed against the clenching bodice she wore to trim her figure attractively for her work. The laces strained, the leather creaked, and her burgeoning tits began to pillow and bubble out from the neckline of her dress to make what was already gratuitous cleavage into something wholly indecent. Her boobs clashed together with the intensity of twin moons, but the soft buoyancy of gelatin, creating an utter chasm-line of cleavage that bulged up towards her neck and squished-in breast filled out below. Her bosoms dominated her chest, to where the outer swells would be seen from behind her had she not been wearing such restrictive garment.\n\n\tShe stepped closer to Threyon, and his feline intuition warned him of a large presence nearing. But when he turned his head and came face-to-tits with the grizzly wench, he jumped in shock. He’d heard of giants having smaller breasts! He did several double-takes between her chest and her face. He knew they weren’t that big mere seconds ago. He knew it!\n\n\t“Oh you are much too young to be in a place like this,” She crooned, “You must be very thirsty.”\n\n\tThreyon just sat with his mouth gaping and his mind reeling.\n\n\tThe now-bustier woman climbed into the seat next to him and without a hint of hesitation grabbed the pint-sized kitty and lifted him into her lap. She hugged him close, his cheek smooshing more than firmly against her chest as she caressed his head. “Come to Mama Bear,” She cooed and promptly began to unlace her cincher. With every crisscross of string loosened, her breasts pushed out against their confines more and more, inches of bear-bosom popping out at a time. Threyon fumbled and tried to get a handle on the situation – it had sure escalated quickly!\n\n\t“W-Wait, what are you doing?!” He gasped.\n\n\t“No fussing now,” ‘Mama Bear’ said. With the last bit of lace unwoven, she hefted out one of her enormous tits with one hand through her now loosened dress. It seemed to stare at Threyon, the one dark brown nipple like an eye staring into his soul. Her breast was bigger than his head! He parted his lips to say something, to protest, but no words came. Instead, he was smothered as Mama Bear pulled him close and shoved that ready teat into his mouth.\n\n\tThreyon’s eyes went very wide as surprise took him. His hands pressed in against her breast in an attempt to push away, but her grip was insistent. She wasn’t about to let him go, no matter how much he fussed and struggled. After a while he just started using up his energy, so he helplessly succumbed to the woman’s will and started to suck. He hadn’t nursed on a woman like that since he was a kitten, so he didn’t know what was expected of him or how he might make the scene play out faster. He suckled clumsily until milk began to flow, squirting across his tongue with a surprisingly honeyed flavor to it. All the while, no one seemed to interject. People looked on in surprise, yes, but no one attempted to stop the woman from forcing a grown man to drink her milk.\n\n\tIt was because Threyon hardly resembled someone who was completely grown up. He was so small that he easily passed off as a kitten. The worst people wondered is what the wench was doing with a young child in a tavern, but no one saw fit to force them out. Threyon was so confused by that, trying to look around as he worked the thick, fleshy nipple between his lips while also attempting to meet someone’s eyes in a silent plea for help. No help came however. If he met someone’s gaze they simply turned away and attempted to ignore the scene.\n\n\tMama Bear took a deep breath, letting it out in a gentle sigh as Threyon eased her burden. With every mouthful of milk, discomfort and tightness was eased out of her chest, welcoming a warm tingling in its stead. She gently petted him as he got his fill, and Threyon couldn’t deny the comfort her soft caresses brought. He felt as if his fur would stand on end as she raked her claws over the back of his neck. The panic over the situation washed away, but as replaced with embarrassment as Threyon began to feel like some sort of exhibitionist. He, an adult, was getting away from enjoying a woman’s breasts… in public! Who else could say such a thing? The fact filled him with a very adult excitement, and a warm glow in his cheeks.\n\n\tThreyon sucked, slurped, and swallowed until she was satisfied. Withdrawing her breast from his mouth, she rubbed his back. “You like that?” She smiled. Threyon nodded almost dopily in response. He was in rapture. She tucked herself back into her dress and proceeded then to lift him up, where she held him against her and began to pat his back. This snapped him out of his daze.\n\n\t“W… What’re you…”\n\n\t*Burp*\n\n\tThreyon froze when he let out that little belch, one hand clasped over his mouth in terrible embarrassment. Perhaps he enjoyed the scene a bit too much, but when he was burped like an infant would have been, it dawned on him that nothing about what happened was normal. Women didn’t randomly breast-feed strangers. He’d been mistaken for a child before, being an utter dwarf of a man, but to such an extent as that was absolutely ridiculous. What made it stranger was that when Mama bear finished burping him, she set him down, tied up her bodice as best she could without getting her now giant breasts in an uncomfortable submission, and then went right back to work. She just… got up and left as if nothing had happened, leaving Threyon to sit in his confusion.\n\n\tPeople stared at him as he sat there in shock. Finally, one of his tufted ears twitched as if to alert him to his situation, and he snapped to attention. “No,” He simply said, before pushing himself out of his seat and landing on the floor where he quickly left. The pitter-patter of his little boots could be heard pretty clearly in the relative silence of the tavern. It seemed even the dancer had stopped in favour of his performance.\n\n\tStepping out into the street again, Threyon took a deep breath. He crossed his forearms in an X-shaped declining gesture, and then spread them far out to his sides. “No!” He said again, “That did not just happen. It just didn’t. Because that’s impossible. No one would do that ever.”\n\n\tHe was lying to himself, and he wasn’t entirely convinced, but denying it seemed like the only rational course of action. Was he really to believe that he was that lucky? If that were the case, that charm of is worked utter miracles. He’d forgotten about the trinket during the escapade, and upon remembering it he lifted it to give it one more study. He couldn’t deny the coincidence that such substantial circumstances occurred just after picking the thing up, but… it didn’t make it any more reasonable, no matter how much he believed it.\n\n\tHe decided it was best to just store that away in the back of his mind, and wander back to his stall all confused and put-off. Surely he’d remember it for the rest of his days, but for the time being he could try and learn to just live with that. It was back to his normal, boring life! He’d just save the rest of that money for a rainy day. So he started walking weaving between people on the street and tried not o get stepped on. The docks were getting busier as a few ships had come in while he was in the tavern. They were offloading cargo to trade, so there were a number of workers now hauling things around. It seemed like as good a time as any to get out of the way.\n\n\tIt was easier said than done, however, as many taller folk went about their business. Threyon found himself having to hop, tumble, twist and twirl just to get around people’s legs as they lumbered about. It seemed all the ‘luck’ his new necklace had granted him ran out, as it was far more difficult than ever before to avoid being trampled. He made a valiant effort, but it only lasted so long until someone accidentally stepped on his tail.\n\n\tThreyon let out a yelp and attempted to tug his tail free from being stuck underfoot. The person in question just kept walking, so the feline’s pulling sent him stumbling back where he then tripped over someone else’s foot and tumbled into an open crate. He struck the inside of the crate with such a clatter, though no one really seemed to notice. It seemed he found himself amidst a collection of wine bottles. With a grumble, Threyon struggled to right himself, shifting uncomfortably while bottlenecks pushed into his back and sides so he could climb out.\n\n\tThat’s when the lid closed on him.\n\n\t“Wha…? Hey!” Threyon shouted, but his voice fell on deaf ears it seemed as the box was obviously hoisted and started to move. He was shaken around within the box, with bottles clattering around him loudly – the poor guy pulled his big feline ears down against either side of his head just to try and block out the racket. Clenching his eyes shut, he mentally cursed several deities he’d never even heard of. What sort of storybook nonsense was this anyway?!\n\n\tThe box itself was hauled by a dock-worker onto a ship, unbeknownst to the feline inside. It was taken down into the cargo hold where it was settled in amongst several other boxes, crates, and barrels. That’s when Threyon pushed the lid off the crate, tossing it into the air as he sprung free of his confines with the angriest sound a small feline could make – which was pretty darn adorable. Once freed, he took in his surroundings – just a dimly lit cargo hold of a ship, with circle port windows and everything. That meant there was no time to waste, lest Threyon find himself at some tropical island port with no way to get home.\n\n\tClimbing out of the crate, he tumbled to the floor at someone’s feet. Shaking his head, he looked up at them – a ways up, actually. He wasn’t a stranger to looking up at anyone, but the tiger that stood in front of him was certainly a bit bigger than most. Their orange pelt (with black stripes!) covered a muscular frame, with arms that looked like they could crush Threyon with ease. It was also a woman! She had a shapely sort of from that was filled in with strength – her waist did taper in from broad hips, but she had thick, obvious abdominal muscles. Her loose pants didn’t show off her no doubt strong, thick legs, but her belly-exposing, tied-off V-neck top barely covered an obvious bustline that made it very difficult to see her face from below.\n\n\tShe was pretty though. Strong as she was, she had a womanly face, with long, raven-black hair that ran all down her back. She wore a bandana, probably to keep her bangs away from her eyes.\n\n\t“Who the hell’re you?” She asked.\n\n\t“I was just going!” Threyon squeaked, “I accidentally fell into the crate! I didn’t mean to!”\n\n\tReaching down, she palmed Threyon’s head, like an overly-large hand grabbing a much-too-small ball. She lifted him with ease and looked him in the eye. “You’re damn right you’re going,” She said, “We don’t like stowaways!”\n\n\t“H-Hold on! I’ll walk out!” Threyon kind of thrashed about in the Tigress’ grasp.\n\n\tWhile hauling the cat out, the Tigress got a good look at him. He seemed like the sort of little scamp that would sneak onto a boat, no question about that, though his necklace was curious. It stood out far too much against his otherwise plain and unassuming demeanor, and that violet gem was certainly pretty. While she was pretty rough, she still admired the little things like that – she was still a woman, after all. She knew the right accessory could really bring a look together. In fact, looking at it gave her that sort of ‘shopper’s tickle’ one might get.\n\n\tThat tickle was more than just an urge to splurge though. Threyon had given up his fight and surrendered to getting thrown off the boat, but as he dangled in the Tigress’ grasp he managed to take a good look at her and noticed a slight shift in her gait. It seemed like she was swinging her hips around more as she walked, and her footfalls got a little heavier… It took him a moment to realize – and he gasped when he did – that the woman was growing! Her body was changing right before his eyes, with her hips seeming to get wider, inching out bit by bit until the lovely flow from hip-to-waist became a sharp incline. Her strong body became utterly waspish! Gods her hips must have jut out wider than her shoulders.\n\n\tThreyon gulped and lifted his gaze to her chest. As soon as he cast his gaze on her breasts, they bounced free of their confines as fattened, plumped up, sloshing milk-sacks that were a fair deal larger than before. While her breasts were at first as big as Threyon’s little head, he felt that one could have easily pressed in his torso from his abdomen up! Her gravid, tear-drop breasts swung with a natural weight, but didn’t sag too far. Threyon’s dangling in her grasp stopped as she slowed down, and he fearfully looked up past her chest to see her observing her situation. At least the Tigress seemed aware of her change.\n\n\tShe gritted her teeth, her expression wrought with worry. With a wince, she sighed as milk seemed to spurt from her thick teats spontaneously. “Damn it all,” She grumbled, “I can’t work like this.”\n\n\tShe held Threyon up in front of her face, and he kind of tried to make himself as small as possible. She grinned.\n\n\t“Today’s your lucky day, little guy,” The Tigress said, “You’re gonna help me out.”\n\n\t“Wait, wait, no!” Threyon squealed, “This is crazy!”\n\n\tFar too casually, the large woman got comfortable. She sat down and leaned back against a crate, cradling little Threyon in her strong arms and pressing the weight of a breast against his body. The soft, sloshy mound had some yield to it, conforming against the shape of his torso as she tried to force him to drink. He fussed, naturally, by turning his head and trying to deny her; but she got more and more insistent as the longer he tried to delay what was all but inevitable. Her final resort was simply to grab him by the head and mash him against her bosom – his surprised gasp allowed her fat, fleshy nipple to get stuffed inside his mouth.\n\n\tThreyon’s cheeks went red, and he tried to withdraw. Once again however the woman that had taken him was holding him much too firmly against her breast. His face was so squished against the Tigress’ furry tit that the soft flesh smothered his nose – he couldn’t breathe! But she held him, pushing against his head in an effort to urge him, trying to force him to submit. Threyon held out as long as he could, but when his lack of breath made his cheeks turn purple, he surrendered and gave her a suck. With a sigh, his captor eased up on him and despite that seeming like an out, Threyon knew better. He continued to nurse from her, his ears and tail drooping submissively.\n\n\tSomehow it seemed as if her larger bust yielded more milk. The bear from before was certainly smaller than the Tigress dock-worker that snatched him up by a fair margin, and Threyon found that he was easily filling his mouth with milk in little time at all. He had to gulp down more breast milk than he thought a woman could ever make, his throat sometimes struggling to take it all. Every swallow was a loud sound, one that embarrassed Threyon, but pleased the Tigress. The rumbling purrs from her chest were a clear indication of how happy she was to be nursed from, and Threyon could never deny being comfortable in her arms.\n\n\tIt was all too soon she pulled him away from her breast. A healthy squirting of milk escaped her as if she was still far overburdened, drizzling the cream onto Threyon’s tunic. He was confused for a moment, but answers came when she shifted him in her grasp and directed him to her other breast. It seemed, unlike before, this Tigress wanted to make things even. Threyon stared up at her with his big blue eyes in pleading, and she simply looked back down at him with a smile. It was no use. Threyon opened his mouth and took her other nipple in, nursing on it just as he had the other.\n\n\tIt was hard for Threyon to think about why such a thing was happening, let alone why it happened twice in one day. He almost hated to admit it, but being in a situation like that was far more pleasant than not. He was comfortable with this woman, and found himself wanting to do more, as many men are wont to do. But the whole situation was just so comfortable, so warm, so relaxing that it felt impossible to act on those impulses. The only downside was how full he felt. The bear wench from earlier was one thing, but gulping down mouthfuls of the Tigress’ milk pushed things too far. His stomach felt bloated.\n\n\t“Mmf…” Threyon felt groggy, but not so much that his full stomach didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. He withdrew hesitantly, trying to turn his head away from his provided dairy meal. His Tigress captor looked down at him in some annoyance, trying to stop him from fussing as much as he was, to little avail.\n\n\t“Quit stopping,” She growled, “Aren’t you hungry?”\n\n\t“No! I’m not hungry!” Threyon huffed, “I’m full!”\n\n\t“You need your nutrients, little guy,” She responded, bumping and rubbing a nipple against his cheek, “You’re so tiny, you need to drink more so you grow up big.”\n\n\t“I AM grown up!” Threyon hissed.\n\n\tThe stairs leading into the cargo hold creaked under the heavy weight of loud footsteps, the sound distracting them both as a shadow cast over them. Both Threyon and his Tigress milk-bearer looked up with wide eyes to a creature that towered over them. It was an utter giant of an orca woman, so tall she had to hunch slightly in the hold to fit, with an outfit that just screamed “Captain!” Her wide-brimmed, feathered hat resembled a musketeer’s, and her jacket had no hope of closing its double-breasted front. Titanic bosom pushed the fine fabric, stretching it into rounded shapes above what looked to be a rather rotund stomach. She was thick all over – tremendously so.\n\n\t“What are you doing?” She asked, hands on her hips.\n\n\t“C-Captain! I was just…!”\n\n\t“Slacking,” The Captain huffed, giving the Tigress a boot in the hip, “Get back out there!”\n\n\tThreyon was dropped like a bad habit as the Tigress scrambled to get up and fix her clothes before getting back to work. The task seemed impossible, but she was still trying to stuff her enormous, milky breasts into her top as she hurried out of the hold. Threyon was surprised at the development, but didn’t think that he’d be getting out of the situation that easily. Turning his attention slowly back to the Captain, a woman so large he only came up to her thigh, and his eyes bugged. Her clothing was stretching, straining over bulking curves! Her cleavage was puffing up from the neckline of her clothes inch by inch, putting more pressure on it until the buttons began to pop off, one by one.\n\n\tThreyon winced with each loud POP of a button and the following clatter as they bounced of crates, walls, and whatever else there was on the hold. By now Threyon knew better than to stay, and he tried to escape before feeling a little sluggish was to be the last of his worries. Unfortunately the Captain seemed to move with unnatural flourish, and snatched the cat up with a mere two fingers on the back of his collar to yank him off his feet. In no time at all, he found himself pushed down between her heaving mounds, trapped within her cleavage.\n\n\t“As for you, I have something special in mind for you!” She said.\n\n\tThreyon, stuffed into gradually expanding cleavage up to his middle, sighed, “Let me guess…”\n\n\tHe didn’t bother to finish answering. It wasn’t long until he found himself in the Captain’s quarters. Continuing to be handled like a play-thing, he was pulled from her cleavage and placed onto what had to be the giant Captain’s bed as it had to be large enough to fit at least eight of him. The fine coat she’d worn hung uselessly to either side of her bust as it had swollen up so utterly massive that no fabric could have hoped to contain them. In fact, had she not planted Threyon upon her bed, she could have easily let him use her chest as a bed!\n\n\tThreyon stared at her as if she were a Monolith, blotting out the sun with the sheer bulk of her frame. She did cast an amazing shadow over him, affirming her frightening presence. She stripped off her clothing rather casually, barely batting an eye at how strange such a thing may have been, and then crawled onto the bed with little hesitation. The mattress, the frame, it all bowed and creaked under the girth of the fat whale Captain, and when she settled in, she pinned the poor feline beneath her amazingly rotund bosoms. He was easily covered from his feet all the way to his neck – and if she let her weight press down on him more, the squishy flesh would no doubt have covered his face.\n\n\t“Open wiiiide~” The Captain grinned, lifting herself off of Threyon’s body and angling her bosom to hang over him. One of her nipples loomed ominously over his head, lurking high above him like some uneasy crane. His pupils were as pin-pricks as he stared at the black, fleshy nipple and the heaving, colossal mound it was attached to. Without a word of confirmation, she lowered herself.\n\n\t“Nonononono…!” Threyon gasped, holding his hands up to try and stop it. Her weight was too mighty, and as soon as his hands made contact and sunk into her descending bust, his elbows buckled and she continued to come down on him until his sounds were muffled. He was squashed by one huge boob! He couldn’t push, he couldn’t kick his feet, and he was powerless.\n\n\tSupported on her knees, she began to knead her breasts, trying to coax her milk to flow. That fat, rubbery nipple ground against Threyon’s face uncomfortably, and began to leak within moments. It was just a little at first, but as time went on the flow of milk got more and more intense. A dribble became a stream, which soon became a rush that soaked Threyon’s tunic thoroughly, and despite his best efforts it managed to get into his mouth and force him to drink. It was hard enough to breathe in his position without that nutritious milk being any part of it, but with the gushing flow that was then barraging him, he could have drowned!\n\n\t“Mmmmn…” The Captain purred as she milked her tit. Milk rushed over Threyon and onto the bed, piddling out from under the massive orca breast, and inching out towards the sides of the bed. The poor man gurgled and gulped, struggling to keep up, struggling just to breathe! And yet it didn’t seem to matter, and the Captain carried on milking herself to relieve the burden she had unexpectedly taken on, in a mood that was completely backwards from what Threyon would have ever assumed of her. Maybe for an Orca child of her similar dimensions the nursing wouldn’t have been so bad… but for a feline that was at least six feet shorter than her and smaller in every way, it was deadly.\n\n\tThreyon chugged that tit-milk, as his life quite literally depended on it.\n\n\t…\n\n\tWhen all was done, Threyon stumbled off the docks and into the street. He was so full of milk he felt disoriented; his gut was rounded and swollen, his steps were clumsy and he had a sway to his gait. He even burped, the taste of fresh milk once again gracing his tongue. He never thought in his wildest dreams that being the target of so many luscious women would be so… horrifying, in a way. It was obvious that his new lucky charm was perhaps too lucky, and that he ought to get home and take it off as soon as he could. But as he sluggishly fumbled down the street, he tripped and fell into someone’s soft, warm belly.\n\n\tThe squirrel girl in question stared down at the little milk-soaked feline in confusion. Rather than apologize, the very defeated cat instead snuggled into her soft gut and silky robes, totally surrendering to whatever fate may have come to him. He couldn’t fight it before, so why bother then? He just waited for the inevitable moment where he’d find himself suckling on yet another teat, not even realizing the squirrel was a mage – he would have been able to tell by the robes and their particular embroidery that showed clearly that they were from the Mage’s College of the city.\n\n\t“Uh, I think I found what we’re looking for!” The woman said, pushing Threyon away from her by his shoulders. He dopily opened his eyes to look up at the green-eyed squirrel. She was a fat thing, with red hair and gray fur. Another shadow cast over him from behind, likely whoever she was talking to, he turned to address them only to come face-to-face with… a waistline of two-toned fur, of chocolate and coffee-cream browns, and just above his head two massive, barely contained breasts in black and green leather cups.\n\n\tThe figure bent down rather low with her hands gripped to a long staff that held her weight. Her heavy bust line hung in distraction with its deep, plunging cleavage. She was a mouse though, evident by her cute pink nose and the species-exclusive disc-like ears. Hers were particularly big and round – a theme she seemed to carry with her entire being. Ocean blue eyes gazed at him from behind big, round lenses, though they fell to the amulet wrapped around Threyon’s neck. She stared at it for a moment, before reaching out to touch it. The gemstone embedded in the golden necklace reacted, glowing before her finger even made contact.\n\n\t“That’s it alright,” She said simply, and Threyon watched in his stupor as she grabbed the trinket and tore it from around his neck with a firm tug. Holding it up, she let it dangle on its chain.\n\n\tThe other mage stared at it as well while holding Threyon steady. “What are you going to do?” She asked, “Dispel it?”\n\n\t“No this requires a more delicate approach,” The mouse murmured.\n\n\tShe then dropped it on the ground, lifted her staff, and stabbed down. The tapered end of the shaft bore into the trinket and smashed it into pieces. The magicks within dissipated instantly, seeming to fade into the air like a mist. Pieces of the shattered amulet fell as the staff was lifted again, and the mouse mage gave an affirmative nod to confirm that the thing had indeed been destroyed.\n\n\tThreyon suspected that the amulet had something to do with his entire day since picking it up. Having a handful of women – really big women – swell bigger in the most fertile of manners and suddenly baby him as if he were their infant could not have been a coincidence. Still, he lifted himself from the squirrel mage and stepped back. His stomach still felt bloated and full, and moving seemed to make him slosh… But he stumbled back enough to eye the two mages suspiciously. “What did you just do?” He asked.\n\n\tThe two women shared a look.\n\n\t“You became the victim of a faulty magical charm,” Explained the mouse. She approached Threyon and knelt down to be more his level while holding her staff upright, “I don’t know where you got it, but it seems like a few of our… less-practical artifacts escaped the College.”\n\n\t“You’re from the College?” Threyon blinked, “Wh… But how did they…”\n\n\tThe squirrel spoke up, “We don’t know, but… well trust me, it’s not good that they’re out here.”\n\n\t“It’s best you forget this happened,” The mouse mage continued, “You should just go home and… well, be happy that you got so much attention today. From here on out, your life is back to normal.”\n\n\t“Oh…” Threyon couldn’t argue. He was too dumbfounded to protest or make a fuss. Rather, he nodded, lowering his eyes towards the ground, “Okay… Uh, then… Okay.”\n\n\tAnd then he just toddled off. Walking a little funny from being so stuffed, the little feline made his way down the street to head home. The mages watched him go, the mouse rising to her feet again to stand next to her compatriot. They seemed as surprised as he was over the whole thing. He seemed to take it pretty well.\n\n\t“Well at least no one got turned into a girl this time…” The squirrel muttered, eying her partner accusingly.\n\n\t“Wasn’t he just adorable?” The mouse responded in no regards to what the squirrel had just said, “He was just so small and cute! He was like a tiny kitten! Maybe I should follow him home. You know, to make sure that, um… there’re no residual effects!”\n\n\tThe mouse squeaked as her partner pinched one of her large ears firmly and tugged on it to force her to reluctantly follow along. “Keep it in your pants,” The squirrel grumbled, “We still have, what, sixty-three more to go?”\n\n\t“But he was so cuuuute…!” The mouse squeaked.\n\n\t“If you want to make goo-goo eyes at some guy, it can wait until we're done!”\n\n\t“You’re no fun! No fun at all!”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
One Bad Turn Deserves Another

Authored by MilkJunkie

A Threyon  commission

\t“This is it! Today’s the day!”

\tThreyon practically threw the door the constable’s quarters off its hinges as he marched out like a champion with a bag of gold in hand. There was Cheshire cats out somewhere in Neverland whose smiles paled in comparison to his did just then.

\tYou see, Threyon had collected a bounty. Such a thing was a strange circumstance for someone who deemed themselves plain. Threyon was no adventurer, he was no epic warrior or cunning rogue, no spell-slinging wizard or even a gifted healer – he ran a small fruit stall in a city on a street where no one knew his name and even fewer people bought his wares. He was just so easily missed that he had accepted the idea that his entire life would be boring and uneventful, and spent his days ignoring this looming truth.

\tBut it all changed when that robber was hurrying down the street after pilfering one of the noble manors, and Threyon happened to accidentally push a large melon off a high resting spot at his stall, thus causing it to fall upon the robber’s head and stun him long enough for authorities to catch up. For his efforts in obvious heroism, Threyon had been rewarded a monetary prize. Surely it was a sign, the little feline thought. Surely this meant that his luck was changing, and he was going to be something amazing.

\tSo many thoughts passed his mind, images of a future he had yet to discover coming and going, each more glorious than the last. He’d have money, and women, and power! But first, naturally, he had to look the part. Threyon was… an interesting sort. He was a feline, brown furred from head to toe, with rather big, pointy, tufted ears; which was fine and average, barring the fact that he was only about three feet tall. He was a dwarf of a feline, and so most fellows around the city never paid him much mind. He needed something to stand out, something that would announce to the world: I am Threyon, and I dropped a watermelon on somebody.

\tFor the first time in his life, Threyon ventured to the higher-end markets, where stores were exotic and the customers all wore nice, upper-class clothing. It was there he’d pick up… something. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get, as there were many options available to him; so the best way was to simply wander around until something managed to catch his eye. It took some time, and throughout the hour he spent looking he was mistaken for a lost child on more than one occasion, but his looking paid off. He spotted a particular trinket in one of the more oriental stalls set up in the marketplace.

\tIt was a golden necklace with one of the most gorgeous and well-polished stones on it that Threyon had ever seen. The lavender stone shined in the light, and it resembled… an arrow head? Threyon found himself studying the stone more closely. It indeed tapered to a point at its lowest spot, and stayed looped around the golden chain it hung on by a ring of its own construct. After looking at it for a while, he realized that the protrusions on the stone made it look like a woman who was holding her arms up over her head. Why, there seemed to be a curve in the stone where a woman’s breasts might be. But any fine details of the thing remained ambiguous, and as such it was only a theory… It only looked like a woman to him.

\tEventually the merchant noticed Threyon… it only took so long because it was difficult to see him over the counter. Even though the merchant was a rodent of a sort, he still was taller than Threyon. He peered over the counter, a long pipe in hand and black hair in a foreign style, exotic clothing, and narrow eyes that assured Threyon the peddler was not from around there. But his English was fair, despite the accent, as he said, “Could I get you something young one?”

\t“I want that,” Threyon gestured to the necklace he had been admiring, and then held up the bag of money he had earned.

\tThe merchant eyed him and smiled. “Oh, you have a good eye,” He said, taking the necklace down from its hook and draping it over his hand to hold out for Threyon to see. Watching the finely crafted jewel dangle in the light made it look all the more beautiful.

\t“This comes from a faraway place,” The merchant said, “It is said to bring good fortune.”

\tOf course it did. They all did.

\t“I’ll take it!” Threyon beamed. The transaction was made just then, and almost all of Threyon’s bounty collection had been taken in exchange for the necklace. He wasted no time in putting it on, and against his plain old green tunic the golden accessory stood out like a great, big neon sign.

\tWith his new necklace hung proudly around his neck, Threyon thought it best to go and show it off before getting back to his own stall. Taking what money he had left, he made for the tavern. An afternoon drink was just the way to lift his spirits before delving back into the humbuggery of everyday life. That and he really wanted to see if people would notice him! He’d definitely be paying close attention to the other patrons while he was there, just to see if this supposed good luck charm had any merit to it.

\tThreyon’s usual tavern wasn’t the liveliest to begin with, but he had enough money to allow himself a fancier drinking experience than just a regular old alehouse. There was a slightly higher-end establishment known as The Ringtail just along the docks that attracted all sorts of sailors, so Threyon decided he’d go there. It was hardly out of the way for him, as he had to pass through the marketplace just to reach the docks, so a short stroll saw him to his destination. The Ringtail wasn’t honestly any fancier than the usual slummy place, but at least it didn’t serve ale that tasted like bad bread. Stepping inside proved to be no more exhilarating – it wasn’t all finely polished wood and velvet, just… the regular sort of tavern experience.

\tThreyon climbed up into one of the seats at the bar and settled in, taking a deep breath and looking around. Other patrons went about their business, bustling in a quiet sort of afternoon with the sound of ocean waves faintly coming in from outside. There was live performance too, a lone skunk woman, rotund yet beautiful, draped in violet silk and golden bangles and dancing for the entertainment of those in attendance. Oh, Threyon could have gotten used to such a place very quickly. Hopefully his luck wouldn’t run out any time soon!

\t“Can I get you anything, hun?”

\tThreyon turned his attention from the stage-performer instead to a bar wench. She was a hefty looking grizzly woman – though not grizzly in a sense of being unappealing, but an actual grizzly bear. She had pretty red hair though, and a warm smile. Threyon couldn’t help but smile at her. “Oh, just an ale please,” He answered in a more polite way than most tavern-sulkers. The woman was more than happy to serve him, though his new necklace caught her eye. She watched the beautiful gem swing as he turned back towards the show to watch, and found herself staring. She stared intensely, deeply into the rock, unable to take her eyes off it. It let off a glow that no one else seemed to notice, but it filled her with such warmth…

\tThe warmth spread to the wench’s chest while also clouding her mind, making the swelling of her breasts unnoticeable to her. Her already hefty pair of teats inched fatter, filled heavier, and pushed against the clenching bodice she wore to trim her figure attractively for her work. The laces strained, the leather creaked, and her burgeoning tits began to pillow and bubble out from the neckline of her dress to make what was already gratuitous cleavage into something wholly indecent. Her boobs clashed together with the intensity of twin moons, but the soft buoyancy of gelatin, creating an utter chasm-line of cleavage that bulged up towards her neck and squished-in breast filled out below. Her bosoms dominated her chest, to where the outer swells would be seen from behind her had she not been wearing such restrictive garment.

\tShe stepped closer to Threyon, and his feline intuition warned him of a large presence nearing. But when he turned his head and came face-to-tits with the grizzly wench, he jumped in shock. He’d heard of giants having smaller breasts! He did several double-takes between her chest and her face. He knew they weren’t that big mere seconds ago. He knew it!

\t“Oh you are much too young to be in a place like this,” She crooned, “You must be very thirsty.”

\tThreyon just sat with his mouth gaping and his mind reeling.

\tThe now-bustier woman climbed into the seat next to him and without a hint of hesitation grabbed the pint-sized kitty and lifted him into her lap. She hugged him close, his cheek smooshing more than firmly against her chest as she caressed his head. “Come to Mama Bear,” She cooed and promptly began to unlace her cincher. With every crisscross of string loosened, her breasts pushed out against their confines more and more, inches of bear-bosom popping out at a time. Threyon fumbled and tried to get a handle on the situation – it had sure escalated quickly!

\t“W-Wait, what are you doing?!” He gasped.

\t“No fussing now,” ‘Mama Bear’ said. With the last bit of lace unwoven, she hefted out one of her enormous tits with one hand through her now loosened dress. It seemed to stare at Threyon, the one dark brown nipple like an eye staring into his soul. Her breast was bigger than his head! He parted his lips to say something, to protest, but no words came. Instead, he was smothered as Mama Bear pulled him close and shoved that ready teat into his mouth.

\tThreyon’s eyes went very wide as surprise took him. His hands pressed in against her breast in an attempt to push away, but her grip was insistent. She wasn’t about to let him go, no matter how much he fussed and struggled. After a while he just started using up his energy, so he helplessly succumbed to the woman’s will and started to suck. He hadn’t nursed on a woman like that since he was a kitten, so he didn’t know what was expected of him or how he might make the scene play out faster. He suckled clumsily until milk began to flow, squirting across his tongue with a surprisingly honeyed flavor to it. All the while, no one seemed to interject. People looked on in surprise, yes, but no one attempted to stop the woman from forcing a grown man to drink her milk.

\tIt was because Threyon hardly resembled someone who was completely grown up. He was so small that he easily passed off as a kitten. The worst people wondered is what the wench was doing with a young child in a tavern, but no one saw fit to force them out. Threyon was so confused by that, trying to look around as he worked the thick, fleshy nipple between his lips while also attempting to meet someone’s eyes in a silent plea for help. No help came however. If he met someone’s gaze they simply turned away and attempted to ignore the scene.

\tMama Bear took a deep breath, letting it out in a gentle sigh as Threyon eased her burden. With every mouthful of milk, discomfort and tightness was eased out of her chest, welcoming a warm tingling in its stead. She gently petted him as he got his fill, and Threyon couldn’t deny the comfort her soft caresses brought. He felt as if his fur would stand on end as she raked her claws over the back of his neck. The panic over the situation washed away, but as replaced with embarrassment as Threyon began to feel like some sort of exhibitionist. He, an adult, was getting away from enjoying a woman’s breasts… in public! Who else could say such a thing? The fact filled him with a very adult excitement, and a warm glow in his cheeks.

\tThreyon sucked, slurped, and swallowed until she was satisfied. Withdrawing her breast from his mouth, she rubbed his back. “You like that?” She smiled. Threyon nodded almost dopily in response. He was in rapture. She tucked herself back into her dress and proceeded then to lift him up, where she held him against her and began to pat his back. This snapped him out of his daze.

\t“W… What’re you…”

\t*Burp*

\tThreyon froze when he let out that little belch, one hand clasped over his mouth in terrible embarrassment. Perhaps he enjoyed the scene a bit too much, but when he was burped like an infant would have been, it dawned on him that nothing about what happened was normal. Women didn’t randomly breast-feed strangers. He’d been mistaken for a child before, being an utter dwarf of a man, but to such an extent as that was absolutely ridiculous. What made it stranger was that when Mama bear finished burping him, she set him down, tied up her bodice as best she could without getting her now giant breasts in an uncomfortable submission, and then went right back to work. She just… got up and left as if nothing had happened, leaving Threyon to sit in his confusion.

\tPeople stared at him as he sat there in shock. Finally, one of his tufted ears twitched as if to alert him to his situation, and he snapped to attention. “No,” He simply said, before pushing himself out of his seat and landing on the floor where he quickly left. The pitter-patter of his little boots could be heard pretty clearly in the relative silence of the tavern. It seemed even the dancer had stopped in favour of his performance.

\tStepping out into the street again, Threyon took a deep breath. He crossed his forearms in an X-shaped declining gesture, and then spread them far out to his sides. “No!” He said again, “That did not just happen. It just didn’t. Because that’s impossible. No one would do that ever.”

\tHe was lying to himself, and he wasn’t entirely convinced, but denying it seemed like the only rational course of action. Was he really to believe that he was that lucky? If that were the case, that charm of is worked utter miracles. He’d forgotten about the trinket during the escapade, and upon remembering it he lifted it to give it one more study. He couldn’t deny the coincidence that such substantial circumstances occurred just after picking the thing up, but… it didn’t make it any more reasonable, no matter how much he believed it.

\tHe decided it was best to just store that away in the back of his mind, and wander back to his stall all confused and put-off. Surely he’d remember it for the rest of his days, but for the time being he could try and learn to just live with that. It was back to his normal, boring life! He’d just save the rest of that money for a rainy day. So he started walking weaving between people on the street and tried not o get stepped on. The docks were getting busier as a few ships had come in while he was in the tavern. They were offloading cargo to trade, so there were a number of workers now hauling things around. It seemed like as good a time as any to get out of the way.

\tIt was easier said than done, however, as many taller folk went about their business. Threyon found himself having to hop, tumble, twist and twirl just to get around people’s legs as they lumbered about. It seemed all the ‘luck’ his new necklace had granted him ran out, as it was far more difficult than ever before to avoid being trampled. He made a valiant effort, but it only lasted so long until someone accidentally stepped on his tail.

\tThreyon let out a yelp and attempted to tug his tail free from being stuck underfoot. The person in question just kept walking, so the feline’s pulling sent him stumbling back where he then tripped over someone else’s foot and tumbled into an open crate. He struck the inside of the crate with such a clatter, though no one really seemed to notice. It seemed he found himself amidst a collection of wine bottles. With a grumble, Threyon struggled to right himself, shifting uncomfortably while bottlenecks pushed into his back and sides so he could climb out.

\tThat’s when the lid closed on him.

\t“Wha…? Hey!” Threyon shouted, but his voice fell on deaf ears it seemed as the box was obviously hoisted and started to move. He was shaken around within the box, with bottles clattering around him loudly – the poor guy pulled his big feline ears down against either side of his head just to try and block out the racket. Clenching his eyes shut, he mentally cursed several deities he’d never even heard of. What sort of storybook nonsense was this anyway?!

\tThe box itself was hauled by a dock-worker onto a ship, unbeknownst to the feline inside. It was taken down into the cargo hold where it was settled in amongst several other boxes, crates, and barrels.  That’s when Threyon pushed the lid off the crate, tossing it into the air as he sprung free of his confines with the angriest sound a small feline could make – which was pretty darn adorable. Once freed, he took in his surroundings – just a dimly lit cargo hold of a ship, with circle port windows and everything. That meant there was no time to waste, lest Threyon find himself at some tropical island port with no way to get home.

\tClimbing out of the crate, he tumbled to the floor at someone’s feet. Shaking his head, he looked up at them – a ways up, actually. He wasn’t a stranger to looking up at anyone, but the tiger that stood in front of him was certainly a bit bigger than most. Their orange pelt (with black stripes!) covered a muscular frame, with arms that looked like they could crush Threyon with ease.  It was also a woman! She had a shapely sort of from that was filled in with strength – her waist did taper in from broad hips, but she had thick, obvious abdominal muscles. Her loose pants didn’t show off her no doubt strong, thick legs, but her belly-exposing, tied-off V-neck top barely covered an obvious bustline that made it very difficult to see her face from below.

\tShe was pretty though. Strong as she was, she had a womanly face, with long, raven-black hair that ran all down her back. She wore a bandana, probably to keep her bangs away from her eyes.

\t“Who the hell’re you?” She asked.

\t“I was just going!” Threyon squeaked, “I accidentally fell into the crate! I didn’t mean to!”

\tReaching down, she palmed Threyon’s head, like an overly-large hand grabbing a much-too-small ball. She lifted him with ease and looked him in the eye. “You’re damn right you’re going,” She said, “We don’t like stowaways!”

\t“H-Hold on! I’ll walk out!” Threyon kind of thrashed about in the Tigress’ grasp.

\tWhile hauling the cat out, the Tigress got a good look at him. He seemed like the sort of little scamp that would sneak onto a boat, no question about that, though his necklace was curious. It stood out far too much against his otherwise plain and unassuming demeanor, and that violet gem was certainly pretty. While she was pretty rough, she still admired the little things like that – she was still a woman, after all. She knew the right accessory could really bring a look together. In fact, looking at it gave her that sort of ‘shopper’s tickle’ one might get.

\tThat tickle was more than just an urge to splurge though. Threyon had given up his fight and surrendered to getting thrown off the boat, but as he dangled in the Tigress’ grasp he managed to take a good look at her and noticed a slight shift in her gait. It seemed like she was swinging her hips around more as she walked, and her footfalls got a little heavier… It took him a moment to realize – and he gasped when he did – that the woman was growing! Her body was changing right before his eyes, with her hips seeming to get wider, inching out bit by bit until the lovely flow from hip-to-waist became a sharp incline. Her strong body became utterly waspish! Gods her hips must have jut out wider than her shoulders.

\tThreyon gulped and lifted his gaze to her chest. As soon as he cast his gaze on her breasts, they bounced free of their confines as fattened, plumped up, sloshing milk-sacks that were a fair deal larger than before. While her breasts were at first as big as Threyon’s little head, he felt that one could have easily pressed in his torso from his abdomen up! Her gravid, tear-drop breasts swung with a natural weight, but didn’t sag too far. Threyon’s dangling in her grasp stopped as she slowed down, and he fearfully looked up past her chest to see her observing her situation. At least the Tigress seemed aware of her change.

\tShe gritted her teeth, her expression wrought with worry. With a wince, she sighed as milk seemed to spurt from her thick teats spontaneously. “Damn it all,” She grumbled, “I can’t work like this.”

\tShe held Threyon up in front of her face, and he kind of tried to make himself as small as possible. She grinned.

\t“Today’s your lucky day, little guy,” The Tigress said, “You’re gonna help me out.”

\t“Wait, wait, no!” Threyon squealed, “This is crazy!”

\tFar too casually, the large woman got comfortable. She sat down and leaned back against a crate, cradling little Threyon in her strong arms and pressing the weight of a breast against his body. The soft, sloshy mound had some yield to it, conforming against the shape of his torso as she tried to force him to drink. He fussed, naturally, by turning his head and trying to deny her; but she got more and more insistent as the longer he tried to delay what was all but inevitable. Her final resort was simply to grab him by the head and mash him against her bosom – his surprised gasp allowed her fat, fleshy nipple to get stuffed inside his mouth.

\tThreyon’s cheeks went red, and he tried to withdraw. Once again however the woman that had taken him was holding him much too firmly against her breast. His face was so squished against the Tigress’ furry tit that the soft flesh smothered his nose – he couldn’t breathe! But she held him, pushing against his head in an effort to urge him, trying to force him to submit. Threyon held out as long as he could, but when his lack of breath made his cheeks turn purple, he surrendered and gave her a suck. With a sigh, his captor eased up on him and despite that seeming like an out, Threyon knew better. He continued to nurse from her, his ears and tail drooping submissively.

\tSomehow it seemed as if her larger bust yielded more milk. The bear from before was certainly smaller than the Tigress dock-worker that snatched him up by a fair margin, and Threyon found that he was easily filling his mouth with milk in little time at all. He had to gulp down more breast milk than he thought a woman could ever make, his throat sometimes struggling to take it all. Every swallow was a loud sound, one that embarrassed Threyon, but pleased the Tigress. The rumbling purrs from her chest were a clear indication of how happy she was to be nursed from, and Threyon could never deny being comfortable in her arms.

\tIt was all too soon she pulled him away from her breast. A healthy squirting of milk escaped her as if she was still far overburdened, drizzling the cream onto Threyon’s tunic. He was confused for a moment, but answers came when she shifted him in her grasp and directed him to her other breast. It seemed, unlike before, this Tigress wanted to make things even. Threyon stared up at her with his big blue eyes in pleading, and she simply looked back down at him with a smile. It was no use. Threyon opened his mouth and took her other nipple in, nursing on it just as he had the other.

\tIt was hard for Threyon to think about why such a thing was happening, let alone why it happened twice in one day. He almost hated to admit it, but being in a situation like that was far more pleasant than not. He was comfortable with this woman, and found himself wanting to do more, as many men are wont to do. But the whole situation was just so comfortable, so warm, so relaxing that it felt impossible to act on those impulses. The only downside was how full he felt. The bear wench from earlier was one thing, but gulping down mouthfuls of the Tigress’ milk pushed things too far. His stomach felt bloated.

\t“Mmf…” Threyon felt groggy, but not so much that his full stomach didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. He withdrew hesitantly, trying to turn his head away from his provided dairy meal. His Tigress captor looked down at him in some annoyance, trying to stop him from fussing as much as he was, to little avail.

\t“Quit stopping,” She growled, “Aren’t you hungry?”

\t“No! I’m not hungry!” Threyon huffed, “I’m full!”

\t“You need your nutrients, little guy,” She responded, bumping and rubbing a nipple against his cheek, “You’re so tiny, you need to drink more so you grow up big.”

\t“I AM grown up!” Threyon hissed.

\tThe stairs leading into the cargo hold creaked under the heavy weight of loud footsteps, the sound distracting them both as a shadow cast over them. Both Threyon and his Tigress milk-bearer looked up with wide eyes to a creature that towered over them. It was an utter giant of an orca woman, so tall she had to hunch slightly in the hold to fit, with an outfit that just screamed “Captain!” Her wide-brimmed, feathered hat resembled a musketeer’s, and her jacket had no hope of closing its double-breasted front. Titanic bosom pushed the fine fabric, stretching it into rounded shapes above what looked to be a rather rotund stomach. She was thick all over – tremendously so.

\t“What are you doing?” She asked, hands on her hips.

\t“C-Captain! I was just…!”

\t“Slacking,” The Captain huffed, giving the Tigress a boot in the hip, “Get back out there!”

\tThreyon was dropped like a bad habit as the Tigress scrambled to get up and fix her clothes before getting back to work. The task seemed impossible, but she was still trying to stuff her enormous, milky breasts into her top as she hurried out of the hold. Threyon was surprised at the development, but didn’t think that he’d be getting out of the situation that easily. Turning his attention slowly back to the Captain, a woman so large he only came up to her thigh, and his eyes bugged. Her clothing was stretching, straining over bulking curves! Her cleavage was puffing up from the neckline of her clothes inch by inch, putting more pressure on it until the buttons began to pop off, one by one.

\tThreyon winced with each loud POP of a button and the following clatter as they bounced of crates, walls, and whatever else there was on the hold. By now Threyon knew better than to stay, and he tried to escape before feeling a little sluggish was to be the last of his worries. Unfortunately the Captain seemed to move with unnatural flourish, and snatched the cat up with a mere two fingers on the back of his collar to yank him off his feet. In no time at all, he found himself pushed down between her heaving mounds, trapped within her cleavage.

\t“As for you, I have something special in mind for you!” She said.

\tThreyon, stuffed into gradually expanding cleavage up to his middle, sighed, “Let me guess…”

\tHe didn’t bother to finish answering. It wasn’t long until he found himself in the Captain’s quarters. Continuing to be handled like a play-thing, he was pulled from her cleavage and placed onto what had to be the giant Captain’s bed as it had to be large enough to fit at least eight of him. The fine coat she’d worn hung uselessly to either side of her bust as it had swollen up so utterly massive that no fabric could have hoped to contain them. In fact, had she not planted Threyon upon her bed, she could have easily let him use her chest as a bed!

\tThreyon stared at her as if she were a Monolith, blotting out the sun with the sheer bulk of her frame. She did cast an amazing shadow over him, affirming her frightening presence. She stripped off her clothing rather casually, barely batting an eye at how strange such a thing may have been, and then crawled onto the bed with little hesitation. The mattress, the frame, it all bowed and creaked under the girth of the fat whale Captain, and when she settled in, she pinned the poor feline beneath her amazingly rotund bosoms. He was easily covered from his feet all the way to his neck – and if she let her weight press down on him more, the squishy flesh would no doubt have covered his face.

\t“Open wiiiide~” The Captain grinned, lifting herself off of Threyon’s body and angling her bosom to hang over him. One of her nipples loomed ominously over his head, lurking high above him like some uneasy crane. His pupils were as pin-pricks as he stared at the black, fleshy nipple and the heaving, colossal mound it was attached to. Without a word of confirmation, she lowered herself.

\t“Nonononono…!” Threyon gasped, holding his hands up to try and stop it. Her weight was too mighty, and as soon as his hands made contact and sunk into her descending bust, his elbows buckled and she continued to come down on him until his sounds were muffled. He was squashed by one huge boob! He couldn’t push, he couldn’t kick his feet, and he was powerless.

\tSupported on her knees, she began to knead her breasts, trying to coax her milk to flow. That fat, rubbery nipple ground against Threyon’s face uncomfortably, and began to leak within moments. It was just a little at first, but as time went on the flow of milk got more and more intense. A dribble became a stream, which soon became a rush that soaked Threyon’s tunic thoroughly, and despite his best efforts it managed to get into his mouth and force him to drink. It was hard enough to breathe in his position without that nutritious milk being any part of it, but with the gushing flow that was then barraging him, he could have drowned!

\t“Mmmmn…” The Captain purred as she milked her tit. Milk rushed over Threyon and onto the bed, piddling out from under the massive orca breast, and inching out towards the sides of the bed. The poor man gurgled and gulped, struggling to keep up, struggling just to breathe! And yet it didn’t seem to matter, and the Captain carried on milking herself to relieve the burden she had unexpectedly taken on, in a mood that was completely backwards from what Threyon would have ever assumed of her. Maybe for an Orca child of her similar dimensions the nursing wouldn’t have been so bad… but for a feline that was at least six feet shorter than her and smaller in every way, it was deadly.

\tThreyon chugged that tit-milk, as his life quite literally depended on it.

\t…

\tWhen all was done, Threyon stumbled off the docks and into the street. He was so full of milk he felt disoriented; his gut was rounded and swollen, his steps were clumsy and he had a sway to his gait. He even burped, the taste of fresh milk once again gracing his tongue. He never thought in his wildest dreams that being the target of so many luscious women would be so… horrifying, in a way. It was obvious that his new lucky charm was perhaps too lucky, and that he ought to get home and take it off as soon as he could. But as he sluggishly fumbled down the street, he tripped and fell into someone’s soft, warm belly.

\tThe squirrel girl in question stared down at the little milk-soaked feline in confusion. Rather than apologize, the very defeated cat instead snuggled into her soft gut and silky robes, totally surrendering to whatever fate may have come to him. He couldn’t fight it before, so why bother then? He just waited for the inevitable moment where he’d find himself suckling on yet another teat, not even realizing the squirrel was a mage – he would have been able to tell by the robes and their particular embroidery that showed clearly that they were from the Mage’s College of the city.

\t“Uh, I think I found what we’re looking for!” The woman said, pushing Threyon away from her by his shoulders. He dopily opened his eyes to look up at the green-eyed squirrel. She was a fat thing, with red hair and gray fur. Another shadow cast over him from behind, likely whoever she was talking to, he turned to address them only to come face-to-face with… a waistline of two-toned fur, of chocolate and coffee-cream browns, and just above his head two massive, barely contained breasts in black and green leather cups.

\tThe figure bent down rather low with her hands gripped to a long staff that held her weight. Her heavy bust line hung in distraction with its deep, plunging cleavage. She was a mouse though, evident by her cute pink nose and the species-exclusive disc-like ears. Hers were particularly big and round – a theme she seemed to carry with her entire being. Ocean blue eyes gazed at him from behind big, round lenses, though they fell to the amulet wrapped around Threyon’s neck. She stared at it for a moment, before reaching out to touch it. The gemstone embedded in the golden necklace reacted, glowing before her finger even made contact.

\t“That’s it alright,” She said simply, and Threyon watched in his stupor as she grabbed the trinket and tore it from around his neck with a firm tug. Holding it up, she let it dangle on its chain.

\tThe other mage stared at it as well while holding Threyon steady. “What are you going to do?” She asked, “Dispel it?”

\t“No this requires a more delicate approach,” The mouse murmured.

\tShe then dropped it on the ground, lifted her staff, and stabbed down. The tapered end of the shaft bore into the trinket and smashed it into pieces. The magicks within dissipated instantly, seeming to fade into the air like a mist. Pieces of the shattered amulet fell as the staff was lifted again, and the mouse mage gave an affirmative nod to confirm that the thing had indeed been destroyed.

\tThreyon suspected that the amulet had something to do with his entire day since picking it up. Having a handful of women – really big women – swell bigger in the most fertile of manners and suddenly baby him as if he were their infant could not have been a coincidence. Still, he lifted himself from the squirrel mage and stepped back. His stomach still felt bloated and full, and moving seemed to make him slosh… But he stumbled back enough to eye the two mages suspiciously. “What did you just do?” He asked.

\tThe two women shared a look.

\t“You became the victim of a faulty magical charm,” Explained the mouse. She approached Threyon and knelt down to be more his level while holding her staff upright, “I don’t know where you got it, but it seems like a few of our… less-practical artifacts escaped the College.”

\t“You’re from the College?” Threyon blinked, “Wh… But how did they…”

\tThe squirrel spoke up, “We don’t know, but… well trust me, it’s not good that they’re out here.”

\t“It’s best you forget this happened,” The mouse mage continued, “You should just go home and… well, be happy that you got so much attention today. From here on out, your life is back to normal.”

\t“Oh…” Threyon couldn’t argue. He was too dumbfounded to protest or make a fuss. Rather, he nodded, lowering his eyes towards the ground, “Okay… Uh, then… Okay.”

\tAnd then he just toddled off. Walking a little funny from being so stuffed, the little feline made his way down the street to head home. The mages watched him go, the mouse rising to her feet again to stand next to her compatriot. They seemed as surprised as he was over the whole thing. He seemed to take it pretty well.

\t“Well at least no one got turned into a girl this time…” The squirrel muttered, eying her partner accusingly.

\t“Wasn’t he just adorable?” The mouse responded in no regards to what the squirrel had just said, “He was just so small and cute! He was like a tiny kitten! Maybe I should follow him home. You know, to make sure that, um… there’re no residual effects!”

\tThe mouse squeaked as her partner pinched one of her large ears firmly and tugged on it to force her to reluctantly follow along. “Keep it in your pants,” The squirrel grumbled, “We still have, what, sixty-three more to go?”

\t“But he was so cuuuute…!” The mouse squeaked.

\t“If you want to make goo-goo eyes at some guy, it can wait until we're done!”

\t“You’re no fun! No fun at all!”

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