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'Err...What did you marinade those bamboo sprouts in?'
Nothing says romantic like a candle lit dinner, a well sautΓ©ed meal of vegetables featuring bamboo sprouts and a glass of fine wine. Well, at least until you start having an allergic reaction to something...
A confused expression crossed over Linda's face as she rested her fingers over her expanding chest. Her breasts rested upon the table, slowly rising like like mounds of fresh bread.
'Well this is awkward.'
A fun and wonderful piece done by BLUHcat on FA, featuring Linda. Who seems to be having a few issues right now. Probably the soy sauce. Hopefully it is not permanent. ^^
You can find the original piece here: www.furaffinity.net/view/27720β¦
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Giving her now quite inflated chest a heave. 'Ooof.' Linda makes an effort to lift her breasts from the table. 'Are, well would you mind if I say here for the night...'
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"Oh, of course you can," I reply quickly, "You can use the (*cough*) master bed for tonight... I'll just use the recliner chair out in the front room... I made this mess so I don't mind."
**Looking about at the exploded shirt**
"I'll try and replace the shirt too... it was really pretty."
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Looking down at the ruins of her shirt Linda can only nod solemnly. 'It happens...just always at the worst times. And places.'she adds as an after thought. 'Is that an offer to take me shopping later?'
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"Sure... we can do that..." I reply, "I can afford 'My Sister's Closet'."
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Linda does be best to keep a straight face knowing most men prefer a horrible death in the lava pits to being stuck shopping with the opposite sex.
'Dont worry.'She offers assuringly 'Just one outfit.'careful to study your face as she says this.
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"Okay... sure..." I reply, "Maybe we can do lunch too."
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'Just so long as it doesn't have any 'odd' effects.' Looking up she manages to stand, her massive chest swaying as she does so nearly toppling over. 'Ack!'
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Lurching forward, I manage to grab her assets (as they were leading the way) before I realize how out of balance she is and in turn wind up underneath them when I pull her on top of myself.
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With a whump and a scream of surprise the full weight of Linda's assets come squishing down upon you. The sensation is much like being buried under warm heavy pillows, that are covered in fur, save for her ebony nipples which are almost hot to the touch. 'Eeek!'
Linda's hands flail about, but overcome by the weight of her breasts and at the angle she is at, the endeavor is more comical than actually fixing the problem. Just as she seems to get her balance and begin to lift her massive breasts off you, her arms give, causing them to come down hard again, squishing into you and enduring another panicked cry from Linda. 'Oh no! Oh no! I'm so sorry!'
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Using my arms as jacks, I lift the doughy mass off me.
"That's alright. So guys have fantasies about going out like this... not that they really want it to happen either..."
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With your assistance and a lot if grunting Linda manages to roll into her side, freeing you from at least one of her massive breasts. Laying on her side she takes a few deep breaths. 'Well, that wasn't according to plan...'
'...'
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"Plan?" I ask, "Plan?!"
<<breaking down into spasms of laughter for several minutes>>
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Giving you an irritated glare, as your Gail's of laughter do nothing to help her current predicament, save for making her more and more self conscious of the growing problem.
'Well...' she tries to begin but her face, burning a bright red seems to be cutting off air supply. 'It...It's...'
'Oh for...'
Twisting her body she, deliberately this time rolls her expanding breasts onto you with a dull whump!
'Here, have a drink!'
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"Hhhmmmbbblll?" I ask as my face gets buried once more.
I push myself away using the fleshy mass as something to push against,
"Sorry I laughed," I sigh, "I wasn't laughing at you, but the utter ridiculousness of this situation. I know it's not funny to you... it's just funny to me... I guess that's because I don't have to live with... a problem like yours..."
I take a guilty look at the huge puffy nipple.
"In a way, I can understand your problems better than you might think."
'Well... I think she's offering,' I ponder as I take it in my mouth and suck like a lil' babe. 'Ah, if I wasn't just a dirty old man...'
Suddenly, there's a shudder that runs through my body.
'CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! Not again!'
Aas Linda begins to wonder what's happening, his clothing explodes as his body mass increases dramatically... especially in the chest and butt.
"OWW!!!" he moans, "Why can't the change ever be nice to me!!!"
By the time the shredded cloth settles, Linda feels like she's laying on top of herself... or a copy of herself... massively enhanced chest and all.
'Wait, I didn't know he had a power too,' she muses as she looks at her copy.
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'Oh god...' Linda's mouth drops open, as she stairs, blinking in several quick sets. 'I've gone mad - brain chemistry is just to unstable... can't handle.' She looks down at... herself.
'And now I'm hallucinating.'
Stress levels rising, not a good thing in Linda's case. As her body begins to respond according. And like the worlds worst defensive mechanism she begins to expand at an alarming rate.
'aaaaaagh!' Panicing, Linda flails her arms and...
Going limp, her body falls onto her still welling breasts, clearly unconscious.
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"OH CRAP!" I yelp, "I hope this isn't part of her powers!"
I glance down. Feeling my own stress, I noticed my new breasts are swelling too. The ever expanding boobs push the two apart as they grow.
"If this keeps up, this rental house is gonna explode! How can I ever explain this to the rental corp?!"
Accelerated expansion triggered. The growth causes me to smack back first into the front door, causing it to blow out.
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Still blissfully unaware of the damage her expanding breasts are causing, however being in a state of slumber does seem to curb the process, the end result of your combined bodies nearly filling half the room before the growth ebbs to a stop. Leaving you both in a very awkward situation...
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"It's okay..." I tell myself, "I have renter's insurance... there must be something in there covering that..."
I noticed that the expansion has stopped once the panic has passed.
"This must be the oddest power I've ever copied," I mused, "It seems I've even adopted Linda's gender... somehow... Maybe it was the hormones or something in her milk that triggered it... I guess... As long as no one sees me like this..."
"Linda?!" asks a woman's voice nearby, "Is that you?!"
"Oh crud..."
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At the sound of the voice Linda's ears twitch, not the the point of full consciousness but she does let out a low moan... her fingers twitch, closing around the closes thing she can reach, in this case, yours, or her doubles nipple. Her fingers grasping hard. 'Gotta...shrink down...' she mumbles as though having a bad dream.
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"I'm not even sure I wanna know what happened this time," muses the strange women in the waitress outfit.
'Shoot! I have no idea who this woman is, but I think she knows Linda!'
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"I hope you're ready to go back to work tomorrow, cuz I ain't covering any more of your shifts, girlfriend." There was a heavy dose of sarcasm in the last thing she said.
'This seems to be a persistent problem for her too!'
I laugh nervously.
'What's wrong with my eyes?' I muse as I squint, 'She can't be more than six or seven feet away and she's all out of focus.'
"Course the men always want you and your booooooobs at their table," she mutters.
'So... I guess someone's jealous of Linda's... talents?' I think as I sit there. Then I smirk darkly.
"I almost swear you want my tits and ass to yourself," I purr.
"Like that's totally not true!" she replies as her cheeks turn red.
"Quick quiz," I ask, "How long do these 'episodes' normally last down at work?"
"Oh, like anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours," she replied matter-of-fact.
"Grrreeeaaat," I mutter as I think, 'I hope Linda's alright in there.'
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Linda, who as slowly begun to regain consciousness raises her head. 'Kat is that you?' Her gaze again moving over your body, her body, and she lets out a muffled scream into her swollen breasts. 'This can not be happening! This can not be happening. This can not be happening.' she chants again and again as though this will make the problem go away.
Raising her head her gaze finds your face, her face.
'Oh this is just...oh...'
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'Whew... I think things are starting to shrink back to normal...' I muse as the boobs begin reducing.Β
I notice Linda in the house now and wonder how the hell I'm going to explain two Lindas to the cops.
"Well, I better get back inside before a cop busts me for indecent exposure," I muse as I push myself and my boobs back into the house, "See you tomorrow, honey!"
"Honey?" asked Kat, "Is this a joke?"
"You got me," I reply, "You know... panda... bear... honey?"
"Yeah, whatever..." she huffs as she turns to go.
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Linda, realizing what is going on has enough common sense to stay quiet and wait for her coworker to depart. Then turning to you she looks over her massive chest, her breasts still stubbornly refusing to shrink.
'Well at least one of us is returning to...normal...' she looks you over. 'Whatever normal is...stop starting - I can't help it, they do this on their own some times. I hope you have a large enough shower...'
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"Wow, your life must be so rough," I mused as I walk into the edge of the door like a Mister Magoo. "Ouch."
I rub my new nose whilst I think.
"You might not fit in the shower, but I think you'll fit in the hot tub in the back. It's due to be cleaned anyways. The water jets will help you clean up too."
<<Thank goodness I'm not the hot tub pool boy>>
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Looking down at herself, and at her predicament. 'Sure, maybe between the two of us...' and a minifork lift she silent added. '...gimme a hand here. Now which way.'
Looking behind her, Linda head snaps back to look at you clearly quite envious as your breasts have already begun shrinking to normal sizes.
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"Oh, it's just out on the back porch," I muse as I turn around and hike Linda's breasts up on my back. They don't really feel as heavy as they should, so I assume that perhaps enhanced back and leg strength is part of the package for hauling such weights around.
Taking her to the back doors, I force both sides open as far as I can and pull her fleshy globes out onto the wooden deck.
"It's just around the back here," I say as I turn the corner with my twin burdens, and soon the hot tube comes into view. Like the deck, the outside is wood and stained to look like California redwood.
I drop the load to go to the tub controls. "How hot do you want it?" I ask as I begin fiddling with the dials, buttons and knobs. The water jets come to life with streams of bubbles frothing the surface.
Once the temperature is set, I help Linda 'load' herself into the water and maneuver her into one of the water jet streams. Then I go around to the other side and slowly settle myself into the water.
"Heh, I guess they really do float," I chuckle as I notice both pairs of breasts just seem unable to go underneath the surface of the water.
After a moment of quiet, I say, "I have to say this is the first time my gender has changed as part of copying someone else's power, and it feels... kinda strange... but kinda good at the same time... Still, I think the look better suits you."
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Linda still trying to wrap her head around the idea of you looking identical to her, down to her gender and massive breasts can only shake her head. The water jets feel wonderful playing against her body with each breast having finally stopped at the appropriate size if a golf cart, Linda can barely hear you on the other side.
'Trust me - its weird here too. At least you looked like you were shrinking down.' She mumbles something else that is lost, the only words you catch is 'men' and what sounds like 'better'.
As you relax, letting time slip by you note a subtle change occur. Though Linda's breasts have not grown dramatically, they do seem to be firming up. Her nipples to, once little black mounds in sea of white, have begun to be pushed out, straining as the test itself rises and stiffens.
From the other side of the tub Linda grunts, as though trying to flex her muscles.
'Uh...I, I think we have a problem...'
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"I'm beginning to think that you have a dual problem: stress related growth and an allergic reaction related growth," I say as if I know what I'm talking about, "Maybe you should try anΒ antihistamine or something?"
'Wait... can Linda even hear me over there?'
I pause to reach out to the black nipples and decide it's a good time to sample some more of that sweet sweet milk. After feeling them a moment, I lean in to suckle on one.
'Oh, that milk spokesmen cow has nothing on this stuff!'
Suddenly, that odd feeling comes back and I realize that my breasts are growing again.
"It's something in your milk!" I blurt out, "That's what triggered my power!"
Now that my breasts are growing again, the hot tub is getting a little cramped.
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Hearing only bits and pieces of what you are saying, Linda does catch the word 'Antihistamines' though the rest is all but lost . 'What?' she calls back, in a bazaar form of telephone with her breasts in the way. 'I cant he-' she breaks off what she was about to say, as she felt someone grasp one of her nipples and begin to play with it. Her protests only half formed die away as warm lips close over her massive teat. The feeling of pressure being relieved from her swollen breast causes her to emit a low grown of satisfaction.
Only to have that satisfaction end to soon as you withdraw your mouth form her nipple, leaving it exposed to the cool air.
'No...Linda breaths.' Her face scrunching up. 'Oh...why did you stop?'
The last part comes through clearly though, or so she thinks she hears it right.
'There's something in my milk!' Linda panics. The idea of something living in her breasts is a great cause for alarm. 'Worst super powers ever! she curses.'
Her next string of words falls short as the felt another force beginning to press against her massive breasts, squeezing them. This only acts to add to her stress levels and with a sickening Glorp... Glooorp... Glub... She winced, closing her eyes as her breasts again began another expansion.
Panicking Linda flails her arms about as she is pressed against the hot tubs side. 'Ah! Help - I - I cant move - quick get some antihistamines or something! Anything! Before I pop!'
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The combined boob mass begins overflowing the sides of the hot tub along with most of the water. Well as long as the water is being displaced, it does leave more room for breast tissue.
Of course, the water jet nozzles soon clog and begin backing up into the pump because the water has no place to go. The safety valve soon blows as streams of water erupt around the tub like some bizarre water show.
Unfortunately, the expanding boob mass pins me against the side of the tub before I can climb out even with my arms over the sides trying to pull myself out. The wooden sides creak ominously as they threaten to burst.
"AH!! The rental insurance will NEVER cover this!!" I scream as my new panic increases the boob size more until the wood gives out with a groan.
The rest of the water spills out as the two now lay out on the concrete pad the tub was built on. Their combined boobs now cover over half of the back yard.
"S***!!" I holler, "This is like one of those hentai boob growing comics you swear could never happen in real life!!"
About then, News Copter 5 passes overhead while doing a local traffic report.
"I'll never live this down!!" I moan, "It was less embarrassing to copy that giant Ox Man and his... his... 2 foot long hot dog!!"
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'Oh no...!!!' Linda protests, hot tub destroyed, you still a panda and now with swelling breasts to match her own. And a news copter! Her boss, her coworkers, the whole world... 'No no no no no no!'
With a strength born of pure desperation, Linda rolls herself over, the next thing you know hands grasp onto your nearest breast. Using it like an anchor Linda rolls herself over, the effort causing her to gasp frantically as her own breasts slosh and ripple around her. One of us is going to have to shrink down...And sense you grow every time you try and drink my milk...I'm going to drink your...'
Opening her mouth Linda slips your swollen tear into her mouth and begins to suckle. Drawing hard long drafts from your breast, she shivers, pausing only to swallow, while steaming milk rolls down her chin dripping onto and seeping into her white chest fur.
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"oh... my..." I moan. It's pretty clear to me now what Linda was feeling when her nipple was suckled. Jerking it off doesn't help matters much either.
However, suckling does seem to produce a calming effect on Linda to counter her stress and allergic reactions. Perhaps Linda has some potential to alter the chemical composition of her milk because it does act like a bit of an antihistamine now.
The net effect is now Linda's breasts are shrinking while the other's grow a bit more. Overall, they're taking up less space in the back yard even as the news-copter circles around again for some lurid live action coverage of the scene.
"Oh goodness!" I moan.
They say that 10% of woman can orgasm while nursing, and I suddenly realize that isn't hype because it feels like it could well happen with Linda's hot nursing.
It's stimulating enough for me to even stop worrying about rental agreements or having to cough up any money for damages. However, shrinkage hasn't really set in since the new source of stimulation has taken over.
One gallon, two gallon, three little gallons... The milk just keeps flowing and flowing.
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Coughing Linda surveys the damage, your breast still clamped in her hand milk erupting from the teat to soak into her fur. With a desperate shake of her head to try and get the milk out of her eyes she looks over at you.
'I- uuh... It's not working - why are you still filling?' She moans desperately looking first at your massive teat and then again to the news copters. Already she could hear the news in her mind. 'Massive panda orgasm happens in back yard. Only known panda suspect fined and given jail time...without parole!'
Half croaking Linda buries your nipple into her mouth desperately suckling on it with all her might. Praying you deflate enough to help her inside.
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"OHHHH HHHHHHECK!" I moan as the climax sets in.
The milk glans contract shooting a sudden geyser of milk from each teat. Once that begins, so does the shrinkage of the breasts.
"AHHH!! AHHH!!" I groan as I realize why the French call the process 'the little death'.
The white spreads around to replace the mass of breast tissue until each one has about double the mass of Linda herself. By then, the cream layer around the entire back yard is about an inch thick and looking for holes to flow down.
By the time Linda gets to the 'fake Linda', she's already laying there slack jawed, drooling and her eyes have turned solid white... or perhaps just rolled into the back of her head. It's a good guess that she's totally out of it at this point.
It's good because now two more news-copters and something from the Sheriff's department are circling overhead, and the wail of emergency sirens can be heard in the distance drawing closer.
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Barley mobile herself, Linda coughs, sputtering as she tries to move her own golf cart sized breasts over to your unconscious form. The ankle deep cream combined with the grass providing her with just enough lubrication to pull herself over to you. Dizzy, and with cream running down her body, in her hair, and dripping from her mouth Linda sides steps over to you to grab your shoulder. 'Hey!' She shakes your form. 'Hey! You've got to wake up... I - oh no...' Hearing the sirens approach. 'Oh, No! No! No! Noooooo!'
With a great deal of effort Linda heaves your unconscious form onto her breasts and begins to drag you, and her cleavage back inside. The process slowed down considerably at the back door, sliding it open it takes all her might and a lot of wiggling, sloshing, and squeezing just to get one breast through. Depositing you on the floor, she begins wrestling its twin inside too.
Knowing time is running short she looks around, eyes closes she begins a frantic chant. 'Oh please just let them be responding to a fire. A break in. Anything other than this. Anything!'
The sirens grow ever distant. Squishing her eyes closes Linda reaches down and with an effort pulls you back up onto her arm chair sized breasts. Maybe she could try to pass off as a new kind of couch...
And maybe you wont get life without parole for indecent exposure on a public broadcast system.
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The illusion shatters as there's a knock at the door.
"Hello?!" asks someone (most likely a woman's voice), "We're paramedics from the fire department. Someone called us based on some live news copter footage. Is anyone in there in need of help?!"
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Linda's little world of hope all but collapsed. All those little fragments that had been her shattered life sense being turned into a panda now broke apart into dust and were swept away on a cruel wind. She could already see it now.
She was going to be fired. First thing in the morning, the federal government contractor was going to come down and proclaim her behavior was unacceptable for someone employed by the government. Then she was going to have to deal with the public out cry. That was bad enough already, half the populace seemed to thinks she was a sex toy that if they wrote her enough letters too they could get a free ride from her. Others showed up at the dinner and would try to make her life more stressful just to make her expand. The dairy industry was torn between trying to sue her, seeing her as direct competition from dairy farmers, and chains stores trying to get her to sign exclusive contracts to 'Milk' her as though she were some prized dairy cow. And then, on top of all that there were the crazies, religious, political, economical, reformists, all of these people she had never met all seemed to have issue that she existed in the first place and all of them had to make their voices hear over the social media! And now, now, she suspected this latest incident was going to go viral overnight.
Breaking down, Linda felt her legs give out, exhaustion claiming her, she let her giant breasts support her weight as she slumped forwards. Letting out a sob of agonized frustration fueled by panic and desperation Linda begins to cry, pounding her fists into her cream soaked breasts and not caring anymore.
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I stir awake as Linda sobs.
"Is everything alright in there?" comes another ask with more knocking at the door.
<<Gotta think fast>>
"Who is it?" I ask in my best Linda voice.
"Uh... Like I said, the paramedics..."
"You'll have to forgive my sister," I reply, "We just got word that our family dog of 15 years has just passed away."
"Oh... I'm so sorry for your loss..."
"But it hardly rises to the level of paramedics," I add.
"You're right," comes the reply, "Sorry to bother you."
"I told you this was a bunch of bunk," says the other paramedic, "Basing calls on news footage."
"I hope it won't discourage you from answering real calls in the future!" I add, but the receding footsteps indicate there won't be a reply.
After a few minutes, I hug Linda tight and tell her, "It's alright now." I pause before I add, "Well... not totally okay... about as well as can be expected at the moment..."
I glance at the clock on the wall.
"Okay, the hot tub is out and we won't fit in that economy-sized shower, so I guess it's going to have to be a garden hose shower after sunset."
I realize now with a panda's nose, I can smell Linda's distress and could do so from miles away. In fact, I can smell a male panda all the way over at the city zoo.
"Here..." I muse, "It might not be much, but it's the best I can do at the moment." Picking Linda up, I carry her over to the love seat for three, the most heavy duty piece of furniture in the house. Laying down, I pull her on top so our breasts are interlaced. I rub her back and hope it helps her work out her stress.
"Great... Now I'm sobbing like a child..." I add as I wipe my watery eyes.
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Linda is quiet the while you guide her to the love seat, leaving little droplets of milk, and wet footprints as she goes, her fur still saturated. Laying down does seem to help a bit, though her breasts do make it a bit awkward, being to oversized to do much with, other than draping one over the back of the love seat, the other she let's rest rolling off the cushion and ballooning on the floor.
With your own breasts wedged between acting as a set of pillows for her Linda shivers, the heat dissipating from her body as the cream begins it's slow evaporation process.
Only when you begin to begin to cry does her gaze suddenly come back to reality.
'Wha... what's wrong?' Linda's hands find your face. 'I - I'm sorry about your hot tub...and yard...and everything else - I - I should have warned you! I'm sorry... And...and now your...you look like me...'
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"I can smell your stress," I sniff, "It increases whenever I get near you... I've caused nothing but suffering for you since you got here."
I wipe an arm across my eyes.
"This power of mine... I wonder if it's worth it... randomly copying powers of those who get too close... I don't even understand what causes the changes..."
Resting my head on your soft bosom, I sigh again.
"Well... I have to admit I've walked a mile in your... paws... and I can understand how... difficult it can be... to be as pretty as you... and having uncontrolled 'growth'..."
Several minutes pass quietly before Linda notices that her 'clone' has nodded off.
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Still trying to digest all that has transpired Linda hesitates, torn between waking you, the desire to comfort you burning brightly, no, the need. Looking into your eyes her hand stretching out to touch your face she stops. Uncertainty nagging at her. Was that the right thing to do?
Your words had stung her more than she wanted to admit, even now they rang in her ears, causing her breasts to pickle. 'I can smell your stress... it increases whenever I'm around you...' Linda felt her face burn, that was not true! She wanted to scream, no - your wrong! A frown tugged at her face.
True it was odd...looking at a clone of herself. And then having her closes breast in her mouth... sucking on another women's breast... and and the cream, expanding, everywhere...
Still frowning her gaze scans your face. 'But I love you.' She mouthed quietly. I love your face... your body... You, you make me smile, your human face, your tongue, your chest...'
Her hand moves over one of your furry breasts. She knew she could grow to like them, maybe even love them if she took the time. And you had been experiencing such pleasure when she took your nipple in her mouth...
She could still see the arousal, the shocks of pleasure rolling through her clone, as guilt picked at her again, could she bring such pleasure to you if you were still human? Still a man?
What if he, you wanted to feel the pleasures her body had to offer... Even the Gods of old had confessed that Women was gifted with the greater pleasure of sex.
But... But... But...
Her head throbbed, 'Ooooh...' there were to many thoughts going through her head. So many emotions, it was starting to hurt.
And then there were her breasts! On top of all this she still had breasts the size of baby hump back whales.
And no one to suckle you.
Thar last though echoed in her head, saddening her. She had loved it when you took her nipple into your mouth, the feeling of your teeth against her soft flesh, the pressure as her cream gushed out in a sport of orgasmic pleasure.
'Stop it!' She whispered, her breasts giving a low gurgle and expanding a few inches. Her nipples were hardening, pushing into the floor and couch as her arousal spread tingling through her body. And between her legs...
There was a hunger there, one she could not deny. It burned, it hurt so bad...
Clamping her eyes closed she tried to will it away, only for it to tug at her mind insistently. Maybe, if she could just... reach...
Her hand sliding between your breasts Linda slowly began to try to work her arm down and between them, trying so hard not to wake you, while screaming for relief.
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There's a momentary shift while the other panda 'fluffs up' one of your breasts just under their head. There's a soft moan as they shift position and a strange scent comes to Linda's nose. She somehow knows that to pandas, that scent means 'I'm receptive. Come get some.' If that panda at the zoo wasn't behind bars, he'd surely be breaking all speed records to get here. But alas, only Linda is and the smell grows stronger by the minute. It contrasts to the resumption of snoring from the other panda.
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Face burning redder by the second Linda could not imagine how you are still asleep with all the hormones her bidybis throwing off. Her nose was already itching from your own secent, now somewhat dampened due to the massive milk organism moments before. But her scent, her need and desire were still growing stronger by the minute.
Her hand, safely snaking between your breasts slowly finds her slit, fingers lightly playing with the dampening fur down there. Maybe, if she were careful...
Biting her lip, she slipped a finger in, slowly working around the edges of her vaginal hump.
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After a moment, NotLinda's eyes flutter open as she looks at you. Her nose flares a bit as she takes in the scents.
Yawning, she asks, "Oh... I'm sorry... did I miss much?"
She pauses to blink several times.
"Oh my, I think you're starting without me..." she purrs as she places her hand on top of yours.
Her fingers lay about yours as they caress the puffy labia.
Then she smiles as she announces, "Well... since drinking your milk does strange things... I have another idea..."
Her head slips down between your breasts as her hand pulls yours away from your nethers. It takes but a moment to replace said fingers with a broad and strong tongue.
"I think I can handle this," she sighs as she makes her licks deeper and faster.
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Suddenly the debate between the sexes seemed unimportant, and was rapidly becoming a distant thought as Linda gasped, your tongue working into her damp and growing wetter cavity. Breathing huskily, she shifted, moving to let her breast fall before her off the front of the couch, the slumping milk balloons of fur hitting the floor with a dull thud the gravity causing her to start leaking a steadily growing puddle around her.
Linda didn't mind, in fact, gravity draining was the last thing on her mind. Positioning her rump to offer her double a clear access to her vaginal slit, straitening her legs while she displayed herself, that is what mattered now.
Moaning as your tongue finds her clit, Linda's hands needing something to grab take hold in the squish mounds of her breasts.
'D-don't stop...' She breaths. 'Ohhh... Hu! Huh! AH! Please don't stop!'
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Listening to the lady's request, arms wrap about Linda's thighs as the face pushes harder and the tongue gets buried deeper in the vagina. The wet nose also rubs against Linda's aroused little clit. While they aren't getting larger, NotLinda's breasts aren't shrinking either. The milk continues to leak onto the floor as the minutes pass.
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Within minutes of your tongues stimulation, Linda has been reduced to a frenzy, begging, pleading for you to help relieve her. Rolling off the couch she does half a roll winding up on her back against the floor with her legs twitching. 'N-not as planned. Please - I need your help...please?' That hungry look burns in her eyes.
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Deciding to change things up a bit, I move my mouth to suck on Linda's clit while the fingers move in to probe her hot, wet labia. They rub up and down parting her netherlips while seeking entry into her vagina.
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Still gasping Linda keeps up her pleas for release as your mouth finds her clit. The tiny nub of so much pleasure is enough to send her into a frenzy, her hands snapping up to grasp her face, or try to as her breasts restrain most motion, still it does not keep her from trying.Β Finally after much wriggling she manages to free her arms and reach up, her elbows pushing her enlarged breasts downwards and towards you.
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I grunt as I focus on sucking the clit, keeping my probing fingers moving deeper into Linda's 'love canal'. The amount of juice she's making tells me she's more than ready for something more.
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