Words by SoylentOrange Image by wootAlice pushed her backpack down the narrow slope, wriggling on her belly to get into the last unexplored chamber. She had been systematically working her way through the cave network for the past couple weeks, collecting artifacts and translating the primitive alphabet. From what Alice had gathered, the room she was crawling into was some sort of prison for females who broke tribal law, and the smoothness of the rock she was squirming over gave her reason to believe it had been frequently used. Finally pushing through the small fissure, Alice donned her helmet and slung her backpack over her shoulders again. Sweeping her helmet's lamp across the room, Alice noticed it seemed much like the other habitats they'd seen in the caves; an elevated dais to be used for a bed, a small firepit for cooking, and several pots and jars for food or water. All in all, it seemed a pretty flimsy jail, Alice thought; the entry wasn't steep or narrow enough to prevent escape, unless there was something they used to barricade the gap.
Something caught Alice's eye as she turned her head, a small glint on the cave walls. She turned her head to look, but it seemed to disappear into the light from her helmet. She turned her head this way and that, trying to catch the coloring out of the corner of her eye. Finally, she was able to pin down the source, a spiral of luminescent lichen on the face of a flat stalagmite. As she approached, she noticed other spirals starting to luminance near it, like the glowing color was contagious, spreading from colony to colony until the walls were faintly glowing with spirals of all different sizes. Alice found herself entranced by the slow, soft pulsing of the lichen's glow, a sweet perfume smell reaching her nostrils a few moments later. Alice's mouth hung open as she bent down to her knees to bring her face closer to the lichen spirals. It was only when she was a mere foot from the glowing spirals that she noticed another figure drawn between the spirals -- vaguely humanoid, as if the spirals were being carried or supported by the humanoid figure, or maybe even attached...
It took a sharp pain in her chest to snap Alice out of her daze, one hand flying to the bottom of her sweater and wrenching it up to her neck in one move. She gasped as her once-petite breasts swung free in the cold cave air, their newly-acquired heft puckering with goosebumps. Alice lurched to her feet, stumbling backwards until she landed roughly on the stone bed. The entire cavern was alight with the glowing spirals, and Alice felt herself being calmed by the rhythmic pulse of colored light. With great effort, she turned her head and clamped her eyes shut, though the scent the lichen was emitting still suffused every breath she took. She felt something wet permeate her jeans, and Alice opened her eyes to see that her breasts, now resting firm and heavy in her lap and threatening to overflow it at any moment, were slowly but steadily lactating, the milk dribbling from her nipples being absorbed into the denim... at least for now.
Turning her head to the narrow ramp leading into the chamber, Alice realized why it made such an effective prison for women. There was no way she would be able to fit through that little crack in her current state -- she'd have to wait for one of the other researchers to come within earshot.
"At least I won't go thirsty," Alice said as she lifted one massive breast in her arms, angling the leaky nipple towards her mouth...
Woot is awesome in his own right. But give some credit where the credit is due. SoylentOrange is the one that came up with the story. Woot flawlessly executed the illustration though.
Heres a thought. Since FLAT is an evil organization bent on worldwide boob-acide what be need is a superhero team to fight it. Maybe a team of female snipers that fire darts laced with MEGA-Breast Enhancing drugs.(From a to jjj in just one dart). what do ya think. For every victimized buxom babe rendered boobless...20 women suddenly lose sight of their feet. One lass goes from F to A in an after noon....several FLAT gals suddenly find hand stand dangerouse. We could call them M.A.M.= Mammary Appreciation Matriarchy. Tell me that not a fight you wouldn't pay could money to see! ^_^
Not to mention helping to restore FLAT's victims. But a gas bomb filled with the lichens here (sort of like a smoke bomb shaped like a grenade) would do better (next time the van shows up, chuck one in their a watch the fun happpen. Like to so see someone drive with those!).
Great job as always woot! Her jacket is confusing me, It looks like it goes behind her boobs; now I'm tired but wuldn't that mean the tail is around her boobs?
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Alice pushed her backpack down the narrow slope, wriggling on her belly to get into the last unexplored chamber. She had been systematically working her way through the cave network for the past couple weeks, collecting artifacts and translating the primitive alphabet. From what Alice had gathered, the room she was crawling into was some sort of prison for females who broke tribal law, and the smoothness of the rock she was squirming over gave her reason to believe it had been frequently used. Finally pushing through the small fissure, Alice donned her helmet and slung her backpack over her shoulders again. Sweeping her helmet's lamp across the room, Alice noticed it seemed much like the other habitats they'd seen in the caves; an elevated dais to be used for a bed, a small firepit for cooking, and several pots and jars for food or water. All in all, it seemed a pretty flimsy jail, Alice thought; the entry wasn't steep or narrow enough to prevent escape, unless there was something they used to barricade the gap.
Something caught Alice's eye as she turned her head, a small glint on the cave walls. She turned her head to look, but it seemed to disappear into the light from her helmet. She turned her head this way and that, trying to catch the coloring out of the corner of her eye. Finally, she was able to pin down the source, a spiral of luminescent lichen on the face of a flat stalagmite. As she approached, she noticed other spirals starting to luminance near it, like the glowing color was contagious, spreading from colony to colony until the walls were faintly glowing with spirals of all different sizes. Alice found herself entranced by the slow, soft pulsing of the lichen's glow, a sweet perfume smell reaching her nostrils a few moments later. Alice's mouth hung open as she bent down to her knees to bring her face closer to the lichen spirals. It was only when she was a mere foot from the glowing spirals that she noticed another figure drawn between the spirals -- vaguely humanoid, as if the spirals were being carried or supported by the humanoid figure, or maybe even attached...
It took a sharp pain in her chest to snap Alice out of her daze, one hand flying to the bottom of her sweater and wrenching it up to her neck in one move. She gasped as her once-petite breasts swung free in the cold cave air, their newly-acquired heft puckering with goosebumps. Alice lurched to her feet, stumbling backwards until she landed roughly on the stone bed. The entire cavern was alight with the glowing spirals, and Alice felt herself being calmed by the rhythmic pulse of colored light. With great effort, she turned her head and clamped her eyes shut, though the scent the lichen was emitting still suffused every breath she took. She felt something wet permeate her jeans, and Alice opened her eyes to see that her breasts, now resting firm and heavy in her lap and threatening to overflow it at any moment, were slowly but steadily lactating, the milk dribbling from her nipples being absorbed into the denim... at least for now.
Turning her head to the narrow ramp leading into the chamber, Alice realized why it made such an effective prison for women. There was no way she would be able to fit through that little crack in her current state -- she'd have to wait for one of the other researchers to come within earshot.
"At least I won't go thirsty," Alice said as she lifted one massive breast in her arms, angling the leaky nipple towards her mouth...