Overwhelming Pressure

art by yabby

Transcript:

“Aaahhh, fuck…” You groan as your breasts jump up another size. When they’re actually growing it feels rather pleasurable, but when they stop growing all they do is ache. You guess that’s what happens when what used to be rather modest tits expand to become several times bigger than they were before. You try to touch them to relieve some of the pressure, but it only makes it worse. Apparently someone didn’t like your mocking cosplay of Sona, so they decided the logical thing to do was to place a curse on you while you were talking to some of your fans. By the time you made it to the restroom, it was already too late. Your body had become that of Sona, the hair, the height, her structure, at least you got to keep your voice.

The first thing that you noticed was wrong besides the fact that you were actually Sona in real life, was the lack of chest. Your transformation on the way there did not lack in the bottom half, your asscheeks audibly clapping with your hurried steps. Your widened hips were what made your switch from running to a swift walk. Their immense sway was too alien to try to get used to quickly. But now, your tits are finally filling out, threatening to break out of the costume that has already been made tight by your massive ass. “They’re… already Sona’s size… just… STOP!” You whine, another burst of mass pumped into your chest, finally breaking out of the cheap cosplay.

You can finally see them… your… boobs. The nipples look so big, much larger than you expected for a woman. They’re puffy too, bulging out from the mass of your tits. “Ughhh… pleaasee… no more…” You plead with whatever the powers at play may be. Looking around to see what your options are, there’s nothing. As expected really. Why run to a bathroom in a situation like this? You can’t move now, running around or really moving at all with how swollen your tits are would be too painful. As if they knew what you’re thinking about, they make a slight gurgling sound before growing several sizes at once. They jiggle softly as their mass increases, your nipples also retaining their size relative to your tits.

“Fuck… noooo… please…” You beg and beg, your chest nearly to the point of not being genetically possible. Hopefully you can find whoever did this afterwards, it had to be someone you’ve talked to. That’s how curses work. But first you have to be able to move at all. With a sloshing sound building up within your already taut and tender breasts, it seems like you won’t be moving anytime soon. In an act of desperation, you try to squeeze your tits to relieve them. But when you do, the sloshing becomes so much louder. It sounds like a liquid is flooding into your chest, and with how hot they’re getting, it must be true. They slosh and slosh as they fill to the point of being full. And with nowhere left to go, the liquid inside decides that the only option is bigger.

It’s a slow, but constant growth. “Please… please just let this pressure be gone!” You beg and plead while your tits refuse to stop growing. Even with the most minute movements, even breathing, you can hear them gurgle and slosh, so full. Needing to be milked dry. Eventually, your engorged nipples start spraying out milk, but it’s not enough. While the rate at which they’re expanding has decreased, they’re still getting bigger. “My breasts… haaahh… hurt… so much…” You complain, hoping someone will hear you. It’s a men's restroom at an anime convention, surely someone will relieve you of this milky hell…