And I just can't look, it's killing me, and taking control

Mary woke up feeling sore.

“Ow…” She reached up and touched her sensitive breasts, feeling the wetness of her leaking nipples staining the sheets. She climbed out of bed and scurried to the bathroom, trying to go as slowly as possible to keep her boobs from bouncing too much. Whenever they did, it hurt. She felt sore all the time now, and sleeping in the same bed as Gina “The Whirlwind” DeAmico didn’t help matters.

This is so humiliating… I can’t even wear clothes to bed anymore! She had gone to sleep with her boobs locked up snug in one of her flannel shirts, but they’d decided to do some growing overnight and her clothes had slid right off. Now they were almost back to the size they had been before, after just one night of not being milked.

Am I going to have to put up with this forever?

It was a chilling thought that made her blood freeze in her veins. The thought of living the rest of her life with her breasts perpetually leaking milk, soaking through her clothes, being sucked on by her babies and her husband… that was… it…

“Hahn!” Mary looked down and realized she was groping her own breasts. One of her fingers had been tweaking her nipple just like Gina had done in the shower the other night.

She quickly dropped her hands to her sides, ignoring the way that movement made her breasts jiggle. Her face flushed with shame and she tried to hide, but there was nowhere she could go to escape from her own actions.

This is wrong… touching myself like this is wrong! She reminded herself as she fought the urge to return her hands to her chest. No matter how good it would feel, no matter how desperately she wanted relief, she had to be a good girl, and good girls didn’t play with themselves.

But that only caused her desire to build. She still kept having flashbacks to that night in the shower when Gina had milked her like a cow. It had been so humiliating, but it spurred a fire in her loins. She couldn’t help imagining Nick doing the same thing, giving her some much-needed relief as she crouched on the marble floor, gravid with his children.

Her hands shook. She was doing it again.

I have to stop thinking this way! She repurposed her hands towards slapping her cheeks instead, hoping the sharp focus would get her sanity back.

It didn’t.

A knock on the door shook her out of her sexual fog.

“Mary, you in there? I need to use the shower.”

“A-almost done!” The redhead stammered, quickly turning on the sink and splashing some water in her face to cool down. “Don’t come in!”

The countertop was covered in breast milk. How could she explain that?!

She frantically wiped it away with a towel and then took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. Once she was sure she was okay (or as okay as someone perpetually horny could be) she grabbed a towel and used it as an improvised tube top, wrapping it around her heaving breasts and squeezing them into place. She just barely managed to get the knot tied when the cloth disappeared into thin air.

Her jaw dropped.

“Are you kidding me?!” She hissed. “That counts as clothing?!”

Mary had used towels plenty of times to conserve her modesty before, and none of them had disintegrated. It must have been because she’d been using it as a top, instead of the usual purpose of a towel.

Unable to do anything else with her milk-stained shirt back on the bed, a humiliated Mary opened the door, avoiding Gina’s eyes.

The punk girl tried not to giggle at the sight of Mary’s trembling hands covering her nipples.

“You okay?” She asked, and Mary’s eyes started to water.

“No…” She mumbled. “They keep growing… they were doing it all day yesterday… and they’re leaking again…”

“Hey, if you want, I can help you out? Like last time?” Gina offered.

Mary shook her head. She remembered how Gina worked her into orgasm, and while that had felt wonderful, the sin of being pleasured by another woman felt like a stain on her soul. It wasn’t Gina’s hands she wanted to grab her tits and milk her like a prize-winning heifer, it was…

“J-just… I’ll deal with it myself,” she said, pushing past Gina and going to her closet, hoping some of her shirts still fit. She realized that this could be a serious problem if she couldn’t keep her milk production under control. Was she “filled to capacity” at this point? Or would she just keep growing?

Maybe I should ask Dawn, she considered. She’s a doctor. She should know how this stuff works, right?

Of course, considering Mary’s nipples had sprayed out milk like a couple of fire hoses a few nights ago, she shouldn’t have been thinking about this as normal lactation. She also tried very hard not to think about how Dawn’s fingers in particular would feel on her nipples, thanks to the cat girl’s transformation.

Gina popped her head out of the bathroom, black hair dripping from her shower. “Hey, you know, if it’s too embarrassing for me to do it, you could always ask Nick. That’s what you want to happen anyway, right?” She teased.

Mary blushed the freckles right off of her face.

Carly awoke feeling refreshed, relaxed, and covered in softness. While sleeping with Dawn gave her more breathing room, Morgana was a delight herself. The goth girl’s pillowy figure fit together great with her and Marley, like three fleshy puzzle pieces locked together in a meat pile.

And the brilliant fantasy they’d all shared the night before was rather amazing as well.

The three of them had been naked, chained to the floor before a golden throne that Nick sat upon, looking down on the trio like a shopper inspecting produce. They all posed themselves to appeal with their best assets; Carly and Marley offered up their tits to him, of course, while Morgana shoved that sumptuous gothicc dump truck in his face, arching her back and twisting to the side to show off her meaty milk bags as well.

Carly had gotten first dibs, and it had been glorious. Having been satisfied the fastest, she’d of course, woken up before the other two women, who were still off in fantasy land.

Judging by the slack smile on Marley’s lips as she clung to Morgana like a body pillow, her twin had certainly enjoyed herself in spite of her prior objections. She didn’t say a word, but Carly knew what her face looked like when twisted in sexual ecstasy, thanks to a couple of “ironic” videos she’d posted of her doing an ahegao.

Subscriber goals could be a bitch sometimes.

She was just glad that Marley was finally getting some, even if only in a dream.

It was difficult for Carly to separate her memories of Mimi from her memories of her sister. But one thing they both had in common was a burgeoning interest in physical contact, particularly with a certain boy that Carly had made contact with “physically” on several occasions.

Marley would never admit her crush, of course, to Carly’s chagrin, but seeing her like this put some interesting ideas in the cosplayer’s mind. But that was for tonight. Right now, she had other things to think about, and not a whole lot else to do.

Her mobility was fairly limited, lest her sister’s dream be interrupted by suddenly melting into a puddle of slime. Admittedly, Carly was curious to know if Marley would still remain conscious in that state, and if dreaming was even possible while in it, but now was definitely not the time to test that out.

Unable to go more than a few feet from the bed, Carly had just enough room to get her costume for the day off the table.

She smiled at the delicious irony when she saw the uniform from a certain anime she’d watched the night before. Well, it seems I’m just flushed for options, now doesn’t it?

Carly slid on the red skirt, and the white striped shirt. Then she put on the familiar black jacket. It was hilariously-impractical, with the sleeves and collar disjointed from the waist vest in a way that essentially formed a boob window; the sort of design an absolute pervert would champion, that served no fundamental purpose whatsoever that wasn’t sexual.

Checking her look in the mirror, Carly considered what style to go with. Then she decided there was really only one viable option, and let her hair start to grow out. It retained the midnight color that was her new default, and tied itself up in a long ponytail with a big yellow ribbon. When she was finished, she made a perfect Akeno.

Morgana would probably get a kick out of this, she thought, licking her lips.

Her assumption was proven right a few minutes later, when Morgana awoke from her scintillating dream, took one look at Carly lounging beside her on the bed, and promptly turned to stone.

“Let’s just say… I got inspired,” Carly winked, as if her costume hadn’t been taken directly out of her closet.

After Marley finally woke up, Carly dragged her out of bed and headed down to the banquet ball. Morgana trailed after her, staring in awe at how well the other girl pulled off her outfit. It was like she was seeing a character come alive before her very eyes.

The issues she’d had with Carly the night before seemed rather banal in comparison.

“Oh…” Carly stopped in her tracks when she saw Dani reach the door at the same time they did. The blue-haired tomboy was by herself, and she still had her muscled figure. It was the first time Carly had seen her like this since that day on the beach, and it was hard to associate the woman in front of her with the Dani she’d grown to know over the course of their time together.

“…Hey.” Dani didn’t quite know what to say, she just averted her eyes. “How… how are things?”

Carly shrugged. “Things are… fine, I guess. I see you’ve been making good use of Dakota’s transformation?”

“Oh! So… you figured that out, huh?” Dani scratched her head sheepishly. It was nice waking up and not having to worry about brushing miles and miles of hair every morning.

“I saw the other side of it,” Carly said, shrugging.

They stood in silence for a while.

“Well, this is, uh… it’s nice,” Dani mumbled. “Getting used to not having my strength is a bit weird, though.”

Carly nodded. “Yeah, I would imagine… but it’s what you wanted, right?” She offered a sympathetic half-smile that looked lopsided on her grinning face.

Dani just shrugged.

“It’s a shame I have to give it up…” She sighed. “So, uh… how are things going with Dawn? And with… Marley?”

Carly winced. “Oh, Dawn’s great! Yeah… really great… we kinda almost suffocated her in our sleep the other night, so… guess sharing a bed with three people takes some getting used to…”

Dani couldn’t help but blush as she pictured that mental image. “Uh-huh, I can imagine…”

She noticed that Carly hadn’t said anything about her sister in that exchange, but pressing the issue here just felt like it would make the problem worse.

“…I like your outfit today, by the way,” she said instead. “It’s that one harem series with the demons, right?”

Carly opened her mouth to reply, but she didn’t get the chance. Morgana, completely incapable of reading the room as usual, couldn’t help but butt in.

“High School D&D! Yeah! You know it?! It’s like, my absolute favorite anime ever! I just showed it to her last night, and she likes it too!”

Dani raised her eyebrow and glanced at Carly. “…Last night, huh?” As a long-time subscriber to Carly’s LonelyFans, Dani knew full well that the other girl had cosplayed as characters from that series years ago. But she kept her mouth shut.

“Maybe we can all three get together and have a viewing party someday?” Morgana asked hopefully. “And we can invite master as well…”

“Yeah, uh, maybe someday,” Dani nodded, forcing a smile to her lips. She really wasn’t a big fan of shows like that, she preferred her harem series to be more romantic in nature rather than just mindless smut.

She glanced at Carly again, but the moment between them had passed. Not sure what else to do, she just shuffled into the banquet hall and joined the other girls having breakfast.

Mary was off sulking in a corner, as was usually the case. Dakota and Gina were eating together. Rose had stayed up in their room, feeling too embarrassed to show herself right now. She had taken up another one of her bounties to try and move past what had happened the previous day, and while Dani certainly appreciated that she would be spending the rest of the day in her underwear, she felt that locking herself in her room betrayed the spirit of things.

“Where’s Kim?” Dani asked, looking around for her budding tomboy friend and workout partner.

Dakota smirked. “She couldn’t get out of bed today. Apparently, everything was sore.”

Dani winced. “Oh, that’s… I mean…”

Dakota got out of her seat and walked over to Dani, her eyes twinkling. “She wanted me to pass something on to you, though. Of course, she wanted to make sure you’d be okay with it first.”

Carly and her group had just reached the other girls when Dakota pulled back from Dani’s ear. The tomboy sighed and slumped her shoulders.

“Okay… that… I suppose that’s fair,” she admitted.

“Just think about it this way!” Dakota laughed. “No one’s probably going to want to buy anything today anyway!”

She leaned in and planted another kiss on Dani’s lips. The tomboy flickered out of existence, to Carly’s shock.

“Wh-what did you do?!” She stammered, running over to Dakota and shooting an accusatory glare at her. “Where is she?!”

Dakota shrugged. “I just gave her a present from Kim, that’s all.” She turned to the clock. “Her shift begins in about five minutes.”

“You mean… Dani’s going to be modeling lingerie?” Gina cackled. “Dang, I’d pay good money to see that!” She got up out of her seat. “In fact, I just might!”

She headed to the door, only to stop when it opened again. Nick and Dawn walked into the room, with rather serious expressions on their faces.

“Ooh, hey there Dawn!” Gina greeted her former buddy with a wave. She took note of the new “45” on Dawn’s hand, tying her up with Gina’s score for first place. “Looks to me like you got some mileage out of those new boobs, huh?”

Dawn glared at the punk, walked around her, and smacked her on the ass.

“Oh!” Gina flinched. “Hello!” She flashed the other girl a grin, and Dawn rolled her eyes.

It was even better when Nick came up and greeted her too with a firm smack on the rear.

“Not to say I didn’t appreciate the how-do-you-do, but what brought this on?” Gina asked curiously. “I thought you liked spending all that time in your bedroom these days.”

Nick shook his head. “I’ve decided to spend a little more time down here with you guys,” he replied. “I think it’s important that I stop holing myself up in my room all the time.”

Sylvia popped in at just the right moment. “What he means is that his date with Rose last night went so well he wants to start going out with more girls, of course, isn’t that right my boy?”

Nick glared at her, not that she cared.

“What are you doing here?” Dakota asked, scowling.

“Just coming in to say hello!” Sylvia greeted them all with a wave. “And also, because a certain someone is trying to game the system, and we just can’t allow that.”

Gina turned pale. “Hey, wait, there was nothing in the rules about me hoarding the booze from the bar in my room!”

She turned to Dawn, face flushed with panic. “…There wasn’t, right?”

Dawn groaned and slapped her palm against her face.

Sylvia looked at Gina like she was an idiot. “What…? Booze-? No, no, it’s nothing like that. But a certain one of you girls is obeying the letter of the law, if not the spirit, and I just wasn’t pleased with that at all!” She shook her head, and tapped her cane against the floor. “Rose, if you would?”

Rose appeared in the center of the dining room, and she looked around for a moment to get her bearings. She was wearing lacy white lingerie that clung to her curvy figure, leaving very little to the imagination. Mary nearly choked on her breakfast.

“What the-?!” The farm girl sputtered in disbelief.

“H-hey!” Rose quickly shielded her body from everyone’s prying eyes, particularly Nick’s. Rather ironic, considering it wasn’t too long ago that she’d performed a sexy fashion show modeling various pieces of underwear (some much more skimpy than this) for his pleasure.

Apparently, a few things had changed from last night.

“N-Nick, it’s not what you think!” She pleaded with him. “I usually wear way more conservative underwear than this! But I came here without any clothes, and I had to purchase all new stuff, and… you remember, don’t you? Fashion show?!”

She just kept babbling, not realizing that calling that day to mind would just result in him picturing her sexy figure even more. Gina cackled with amusement, while also relieved she wasn’t getting chastised for her procurement of beverages.

“Now then, since I’ve done my part, I shall bid you au revoir,” Sylvia purred, winking at the stammering Rose. She glanced at Marley one last time and smiled a little, and the brown-haired twin gave her a shy smile in return.

Then she left the room, and Gina was quick to dig into Rose’s dress habits.

“My, I knew you were forward, but I didn’t think you were THIS forward!” She teased. “Must have been quite a good date if you decided to strip down to your skivvies the next morning! Hoping for a repeat?”

“No!” Rose exclaimed, shaking her head frantically. “I just… it’s on my bounty sheet! I have to spend a whole day in just my underwear! If I do, I get 300 BP!”

That’s right! Nick remembered. The bounty sheet! He’d completely forgotten about that. But it made a lot of sense in hindsight.

That must have been why Rose went on a date with me. She got a BP reward for it! He felt like a complete fool. Here he was thinking that the actress might actually have feelings for him just because she was more genuine now and wasn’t hiding behind a persona. But it looked like she was still focused on money after all.

It wasn’t directly a rejection, but it still stung like one. Could that have all been a performance? He remembered the watery, passionate look she’d given him at sunset, when it seemed they were about to kiss.

He didn’t want to believe that was just an act, but after seeing how much passion she’d put into the absolute worst roles that cinema had to offer, he couldn’t say for sure that it wasn’t.