Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

The rest of the day was... well it was a bit of an outright disaster, all things considered, but he was feeling all too pleasant to let a bit of it bother him. The administrative keys to the system, his new office, the company hierarchy shattering and having to be pieced together into a passable state within the half work day that was left. But by his team's combined efforts-much less his own as there wasn't a desk that could accomodate him anymore to do any kind of work on any conceivable desktop that wasn't customized, it was done. 

Needless to say, he'd spent much of the day flaunting his unbelievable curves a bit at his coworkers. Not directly, but curves this size didn't need that to have an effect, and the amount of stares he got was incredible, addicting even. Did I stop too soon? Caberea questioned himself, gazing down upon those mountains of mammaries that bounced and sloshed so loudly that you could practically always tell where he was in the office just by keeping an ear out. Or, as of late... you could also keep an eye out for pattering on the carpets. 

The tension in his new and improved breasts had grown to the breaking point at the end of the day, his poor t-shirt that just barely covered the important parts of his more feminine anatomy constantly damp with the excess that just wouldn't stay inside. 

At first... this only caused some attention that he didn't entirely not welcome, but things got a bit problematic on the way home. The strain of walking back home frome work had never really felt this strenuous, assets swaying much more and for longer than he had ever been used to, the very wind itself an insufferable tease, cool with the evening air and making those teats press against the already struggling fabric. 

And then... it began. Cabe gasped as milk outright began to drip in small spurts freely, dousing his front and clothing with each and every step, breasts so incredibly taut that his movements quickened, mind trying not to entertain the fact it felt entirely too good to save himself from more issues, leaving small puddles all the way home with a few bewildered faces, and a doorway doused as he fought to squeeze through it and get to the restroom to deal with this predicament. 

 The stool next to the tub had been his best friend, but now it was more of a life saver. Tugging up his shirt, peeling off the supple surface of his breasts and sending a gentle wave of pleasure through them and right up his spine was more than enough to send the first gush of milk into the tub. "My, just how much have I been carrying around?" He wondered incredulously, giving the first tentative tug, readily supplying that tub with yet more of that flowing white cream in a long squirt. It felt much too good, much too natural to just grab the other and let loose, the drain doing its absolute best to dispose of it all, the failure of which to do so being ignored by a very blissful foxdragon, eyes closed and maw agape with the softest of shivers and moans falling into that rhythm. It splattered over the far wall again and again to cascade down into it's ever filling receptacle, the pleasure giving way to passionate lust ever more, tugging faster and faster, his member throbbing untended up just beneath the bulk of those massive mammaries. Powerful spouts of milk did the job of emptying those breasts so much faster, but at the cost of that puddle of white growing exponentially in its container, the rushing sound of milk and moans echoing through the air, all throughout the home even. Only by his own luck did it finally, slowly come to a stop, still panting as his hands feel to his lap. "I'm using that promotion to buy a milker…" he breathed to himself, and then his eyes fell on the nearly overfull tub. "Industrial milker"  

After a long, well deserved shower, lust a bit exhausted at the moment to consider exploring himself right now, just washing away the remnants of milk that still clung to him with a quiet afterglow hanging over him, the sound of running water so much more peaceful than the downpour he had created so much longer, and the drain surely thanked him too. 

Beyond that and the excessive toweling off required for all that he was now, there was a bit of a larger issue. "What... do i wear now?" He mumbled, his breasts barely gone down a cup size from that milking, and yet... even his largest shirt made something of a skimpy bra and showed off quite a lot of belly. His pants fared little better, only the stretchiest shorts he had could contain that soft rear of his, bringing a lot of ideas to mind... a lot of very risque ones at that. Viewing himself in a mirror was a new treat all together, the way those clothes hugged to his body, the simple, seductive colors he'd chosen... he looked almost like... It almost made his cheeks flush red at the very thought... until something of a sly smirk graced his features, and a glint of hunger... that amulet still hung securely around his neck. 

He slipped on the best shoes he had for the occasion, that always so gluttonous glare burning a little more brightly than even it had that morning. “Taxi? Yes... I have somewhere to be, I’ll pay extra if you can step on it. And I will be needing both seats in case you have any passengers.” He cautioned with sometihng of an all too proud and knowing smile before hanging up. The evening sun set on the foxdragon, peering impatiently out his window with the gleam of his form even more brilliant for those fleeting twilight moments. 

The taxi nearly skidded into place if it weren’t for it’s exceptional brakes, and adorable looking cat boy, peering out to the residence and finding the foxdragon confidently striding forward, causing him to blush a deep crimson at just the sight of all those curves swaying and bouncing in that tight clothing. He unlocked the doors swiftly, tail fidgeting a little as he tried to delay looking into the back seat for a time. Social interaction isn’t something you can put off forever though, sadly.

“Where to... ma’am?” He squeaked, the poor thing having little to no control on the direction his gaze would wander no matter how hard he tried, all those curves really did have their own special kind of magnetism, didn’t they? 

”Pink Vixen, if you would please.” He smiled, getting comfy in the cabs actually quite nice seats, his rear indeed taking up the majority of both of them, breathing a sigh of relief for the both of them as the cat, returned his gaze to the road and nearly peeled out. Thankfully though, he stopped himself with those exceptional brakes.

The city lights were always a special kind of mesmerising, and both passengers on that taxi definitely needed something to mesmerise them at the moment, whether it be a greedy foxdragon, or a cat who might have something of an adorable crush. 

It seemed to move all too slowly. Even though traffic wasn’t being an issue, even though he drove quickly as he could as per his client’s request, the club remained elusive. The tension in the cab grew thicker and thicker by the moment, the only thing, the one, final relief coming in the form of a sharp left and a neon pink fox tail sign. 

The poor boy smiled weakly, leaning over into the back seat to look his client once more in the... breasts? He gasped and backed up against the car wheel to make an all too loud honk, the club-goers jeering and covering their ears. Thankfully, the teasing by the foxdragon didn't stun the cat for too long, resuming his position and clearing his breath, as his client let his full breasts fall back down with a very audible and surprising slosh. "S-so um... that'll be about ten dollars ma'am" He spoke, a giggle coming from the dragon as he gladly slipped a twenty, and as he left, a few parting words. "It's really sir, but that was cute." The look on that cat's face was beyond priceless, once it finished contorting through various states of surprise that is.

The eyes on him were all welcomed, he even flaunted all those curves a bit, the way they jiggled all too captivating, and almost inappropriate, but the starstruck bouncers really didn't seem to mind in the slightest if he had done anything too risque. Luckily, it wasn't too populated of a club, so the line was quickly dealt with, the pair of wolves guarding the door always glancing back to him with every new person they accepted, but mostly, declined quite vehemently, much to their disappointment. "You can go right on in... sir." The wolf confidently added, to the surprise of Cabe, but he gave that confident smirk and moved on inside, luckily, this door didn't give his curves trouble. 

It was a veritable buffet of curves, filled out in the room as the populace of the club was delightfully female in large part, and if they weren't he couldn't really tell from such a distance anyway, licking his lips and having trouble deciding on a target. There were just too many of them! Too many options... too much. Or at least it seemed that way, mingling in with the crowd and doing his best to dance without putting too much strain on his current only real option of clothing, getting all the eyes in the club as he moved through to the bar to take a breather and get a better view on the situation. 

"Well aren't you a new face, what might bring you around here stranger?" An, of course, all too pink vixen manning the bar asked, her breasts resting on the countertop as she polished a glass with a welcoming and almost knowing smile, looking Cabe right in the eyes, and then at those breasts... and only smiling a little wider. "My, wonder how I missed all of you if you were around, not that it's a bad thing you have so much to offer." She winked, leaning in and letting her own cleavage be shown with an all too eager smile.

The golden almost vixen gave his own surprised smile back, pressing his breasts against hers as he eagerly took in her form a bit as well. "Oh I've never been here, seems like quite the place though. Staff seems friendlier than I expected." He added in on a somewhat chipper note, prompting a little laugh from the vixen as she placed the glass down upon the counter, her tail swaying about happily from side to side behind her, not quite noticing yet that her breasts had already, and quite rapidly, begun to add on to his own, that gaze of his becoming greedier and greedier by the second. 

His golden masses swelled, stretched, sloshed against the fabric as the girl finally took her chance to speak after getting her little chuckle in. "Were you interested in ordering anything sweety? You surprised me with that voice, not often you get to see a boy like you with knockers like those." She winked, taking another glance and looking again, wondering if it was just her or if they were considerably larger than before. 

“Oh no, i was just dropping by. See you later miss...?” He inquired, her smile pointing to a name tag on her now much more modest breasts ‘Starla’. And with his hunger only teased... he made his way onto the dance floor for the main event.

His hips swayed to the beat of the music, a sense of rhythm almost innate and primal, matching  the glare he passed about, his assets taking up so much of the floor around him that it was only a matter of time until those gyrations caught so much attention. Surprising amounts of cat calls were given for him and only him, spurring him on to reach the center of the crowd, amidst the ocean of so much valuable curve. The perfect place, the perfect moment.

”And how are all of you tonight?” He cooed with unbound charisma, a cheer and even a few interested hands taking a feel, only to spur him on more. The amulet glowed bright, just another light in the dark club to flash and pulse with the music, targets numerous and bountiful, greedily siphoning curve and astonishing the crowd. Tit billowed forth, stretching his already strained shirt to it’s limits and beyond, ripping thread by agonizing thread as those hefty milkers sloshed enticingly to the upbeat song. Of course they brushed up against his adoring fans, all of them so painfully unaware as their own endowment trickled away to feed his own, licking his lips, those massive teats already wet with more milk that made the dance floor all the more his own. 

Then, they finally burst, shirt ripping entirely in two to reveal those glorious mammaries entirely to the world, hands, eager mouthes, so much more than he ever could have wanted as strangers became lust fueled worshippers, even Starla herself watching on in incredulity from the bar, having long finished her tasks and purrhaps tending to something more pressing below the counter from such a display. ”And i thought that my coworkers would be the first ones to break...” He cooed with a power drunk smirk, continuing that magnetizing dance with closed eyes.

The sensation of that growth was the only thing to truly sate his hunger, eclipsing the moment and all the worshipping, his teats suddenly dragging against something cold, seems he’d finally met the floor, so many victims drained dry and too wrapped up to even notice. All too convenient... too perfect. Oh yes... he could get used to this.
