Let's get round 2 started with a bang (or if not a full-on bang, then at least a suckle). Emperorbassexe bought the commission and then wrote a tale to accompany it. Enjoy!Her footsteps were accompanied by the sound of her outfit straining as she walked down the hallway on the top floor of the condo complex. The Dairystar Technician uniform that the company had supplied her with had fit well enough when she'd started working four months ago, but new problems arose ever since she'd starting sampling the shakes provided by the vending machine in the break-room; Rosa knew she should probably stop drinking the things --but they were sooooo good; and that was cause enough for her to endure the boost of a couple cup sizes... and the leaking. The straining sound increased as she stopped to a jiggling halt in front of the condo door, taking a moment to compare the address to the one on her clipboard, "Yep, this is the place." Rosa confirmed a she pulled the package containing the #440-9 T-Joint piece from under her arm. She wasn't sure why someone who lived in a condo would require a Dairystar 12 series; but she wasn't the one to judge the customers. After all, Dairystar did get some weird orders: like that fraternity at the university campus who ordered seventeen of their Dairystar size-chart booklets and two whole cases of the Chocolate-Bannana Shakes; and it was never revealed exactly why the neighboring sorority had egged and sprayed slanderous graffiti onto the fraternity house the next day.
Rosa's thoughts were interrupted by the savage growl that emanated from her stomach, the painful rumblings as result of her waking up late this morning after turning over in her sleep and accidentally crushing the alarm clock on her bedside table the night before. Having rushed to work and squeezed into her uniform, Rosa hadn't the time to eat breakfast - or even grab one of those shakes from the break-room before her day of delivering and installing parts had begun. She checked her watch, "It's almost lunch, I'll grab something after I'm done he-"
*Guuuuuurgle...*
Rosa winced, placing a hand to her trim stomach, that one had actually hurt, she needed to seriously get something in her quickly. There was a vending machine in the first floor, perhaps if she just went back in the elevator she could grab a cookie - or five - before rushing back up here to deliver the part? She shook her head, snapping out if it, No! She'd endured enough humiliation in her old jobs at the Chick'n'Shack and that goddamned Tailfeather Market; she had a good job now, Dairystar actually respected her. No, she wouldn't skimp out on her duty, not when she'd been treated so well!
Ignoring the painful demands of her stomach, Rosa steeled herself, reached out and pressed the doorbell; ignoring how her massive bust squished up against the door as she did so.
*Ding-dong*
Now all she had to do was wait, and Rosa didn't need to wait long for the door to open. "Hello!" Rosa began automatically, "I'm the Technician from Dairystar, here to... uh..." her trained introductionary statement dissolved in her throat and her eyes widened upon seeing the customer in question.
The two colossal orbs that encompassed the open doorway leaked in abundance, a constant trickle of milk dribbling from pink nipples to spatter on the tiled floor. The mammoth breasts wobbled slightly as the customer shifted, and the defeated red sweatshirt she wore ripped even further. Rosa managed to tear her eyes away from the customer's leaky bosom long enough to sweep her gaze down and examine the nearly hidden pink panties that peeked from the straining red sweatpants she wore. Like their corresponding top, the pants were losing the battle against what they were designed to contain, and Rosa spied plump, creamy thighs in the rips of fabric.
The technician's eyes swept up, through the dark canyon of cleavage crushed between the vast, leaky, twin mountains to meet the customer's beautiful violet eyes regarding her own hazel ones.
"Yes? You're here with the part, right?" the customer asked hopefully; and Rosa had the distinct feeling that she herself was an unexpected sight for this woman. What, did she honestly expect a cute guy to show up or something?
"I... umm..." Rosa managed to stammer, her gaze switching to the bared breasts before her as they spurted a bit, her eyes widened as her stomach gave a dull roar of demand. There was sustenance there, a voice in the back of her mind seemed to say, impressing instinct upon her, reminding her of her need. 'It's no wonder she needs this part so badly.' Rosa thought, she opened her mouth to speak... but no words came out.
The customer sighed, "Look, you should come inside, the breeze isn't helping things." She stepped back to allow Rosa precious room to maneuver into the condo foyer. The young technician's stomach growled again, demanding this time.
'Duty... my... duty...' her mind managed to rebel with.
*GRRROOOOOWWL~*
'Screw it!'
With a flick of her wrist, Rosa tossed her clipboard and the package containing the T-joint to the side, not really caring where it landed while a small part of her mind rationalized that the part would be fine if it fell, it was designed for durability after all. Reaching out with both hands, Rosa clamped onto the sides of one of the laden spheres before her, slowly lifting it upwards.
"Hey! What are... Ooooh..." Charlottle began, but her protest turned into a soft coo of relief and pleasure as the fat nipple was inserted greedily into the technician's mouth, her tender nub massaged by the woman's soft tongue as torrents of spurting cream rushed down Rosa's throat.
Rosa suckled, her head bobbing in an effort to get more and more of the heavenly white fluid into her dictating stomach, she paused, the tit still in her mouth; and her hands slithered under Charlotte's boob to rapidly undo her Dairystar uniform. She pulled the garment aside to expose her own coffee-coloured orbs, braless; and now leaking themselves as the weight and pressure of Charlotte's breast was put upon them.
Rosa resumed suckling, soft, muffled moans escaping her mouth as the dull earthquake of her stomach eased somewhat.
Charlotte's mouth opened in a soft gasp, never expecting the services of the Dairystar Technician to be this efficient.Rosa was last seen quitting her job at Tailfeather Market; Charlotte has been waiting for this part for a little while now.
okay, let's see here. Huge breasts-check Lesbian action-check Dark-skinned girl-check Cute geeky girl-check Milky breasts-check Big, fluffy hair-check Yep, this seems like enough awesomeness. This is my new favorite picture of yours, woot.
Because it's a sketch, we won't be posting it here, but woot did post another commission over on his DeviantArt account: http://w-oo-t.deviantart.com/art/Inflatrix-sketch-commission-251213091
Ah bollocks. XD I finally get a stalbe internet connection to properly comment on this, but the previous comments already have covered what I wanted to say!
Oh well, I'm glad you all enjoyed the piece. :D
It's the tiny details that also help connect the piece to its predecessors, such as Charlotte's Bluetooth Earpiece.
Woot, you did a SPLENDIDLY EPIC AWESOMESAUCE JOB! XD
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Her footsteps were accompanied by the sound of her outfit straining as she walked down the hallway on the top floor of the condo complex. The Dairystar Technician uniform that the company had supplied her with had fit well enough when she'd started working four months ago, but new problems arose ever since she'd starting sampling the shakes provided by the vending machine in the break-room; Rosa knew she should probably stop drinking the things --but they were sooooo good; and that was cause enough for her to endure the boost of a couple cup sizes... and the leaking. The straining sound increased as she stopped to a jiggling halt in front of the condo door, taking a moment to compare the address to the one on her clipboard, "Yep, this is the place." Rosa confirmed a she pulled the package containing the #440-9 T-Joint piece from under her arm. She wasn't sure why someone who lived in a condo would require a Dairystar 12 series; but she wasn't the one to judge the customers. After all, Dairystar did get some weird orders: like that fraternity at the university campus who ordered seventeen of their Dairystar size-chart booklets and two whole cases of the Chocolate-Bannana Shakes; and it was never revealed exactly why the neighboring sorority had egged and sprayed slanderous graffiti onto the fraternity house the next day.
Rosa's thoughts were interrupted by the savage growl that emanated from her stomach, the painful rumblings as result of her waking up late this morning after turning over in her sleep and accidentally crushing the alarm clock on her bedside table the night before. Having rushed to work and squeezed into her uniform, Rosa hadn't the time to eat breakfast - or even grab one of those shakes from the break-room before her day of delivering and installing parts had begun. She checked her watch, "It's almost lunch, I'll grab something after I'm done he-"
*Guuuuuurgle...*
Rosa winced, placing a hand to her trim stomach, that one had actually hurt, she needed to seriously get something in her quickly. There was a vending machine in the first floor, perhaps if she just went back in the elevator she could grab a cookie - or five - before rushing back up here to deliver the part? She shook her head, snapping out if it, No! She'd endured enough humiliation in her old jobs at the Chick'n'Shack and that goddamned Tailfeather Market; she had a good job now, Dairystar actually respected her. No, she wouldn't skimp out on her duty, not when she'd been treated so well!
Ignoring the painful demands of her stomach, Rosa steeled herself, reached out and pressed the doorbell; ignoring how her massive bust squished up against the door as she did so.
*Ding-dong*
Now all she had to do was wait, and Rosa didn't need to wait long for the door to open.
"Hello!" Rosa began automatically, "I'm the Technician from Dairystar, here to... uh..." her trained introductionary statement dissolved in her throat and her eyes widened upon seeing the customer in question.
The two colossal orbs that encompassed the open doorway leaked in abundance, a constant trickle of milk dribbling from pink nipples to spatter on the tiled floor. The mammoth breasts wobbled slightly as the customer shifted, and the defeated red sweatshirt she wore ripped even further. Rosa managed to tear her eyes away from the customer's leaky bosom long enough to sweep her gaze down and examine the nearly hidden pink panties that peeked from the straining red sweatpants she wore. Like their corresponding top, the pants were losing the battle against what they were designed to contain, and Rosa spied plump, creamy thighs in the rips of fabric.
The technician's eyes swept up, through the dark canyon of cleavage crushed between the vast, leaky, twin mountains to meet the customer's beautiful violet eyes regarding her own hazel ones.
"Yes? You're here with the part, right?" the customer asked hopefully; and Rosa had the distinct feeling that she herself was an unexpected sight for this woman. What, did she honestly expect a cute guy to show up or something?
"I... umm..." Rosa managed to stammer, her gaze switching to the bared breasts before her as they spurted a bit, her eyes widened as her stomach gave a dull roar of demand. There was sustenance there, a voice in the back of her mind seemed to say, impressing instinct upon her, reminding her of her need. 'It's no wonder she needs this part so badly.' Rosa thought, she opened her mouth to speak... but no words came out.
The customer sighed, "Look, you should come inside, the breeze isn't helping things." She stepped back to allow Rosa precious room to maneuver into the condo foyer. The young technician's stomach growled again, demanding this time.
'Duty... my... duty...' her mind managed to rebel with.
*GRRROOOOOWWL~*
'Screw it!'
With a flick of her wrist, Rosa tossed her clipboard and the package containing the T-joint to the side, not really caring where it landed while a small part of her mind rationalized that the part would be fine if it fell, it was designed for durability after all. Reaching out with both hands, Rosa clamped onto the sides of one of the laden spheres before her, slowly lifting it upwards.
"Hey! What are... Ooooh..." Charlottle began, but her protest turned into a soft coo of relief and pleasure as the fat nipple was inserted greedily into the technician's mouth, her tender nub massaged by the woman's soft tongue as torrents of spurting cream rushed down Rosa's throat.
Rosa suckled, her head bobbing in an effort to get more and more of the heavenly white fluid into her dictating stomach, she paused, the tit still in her mouth; and her hands slithered under Charlotte's boob to rapidly undo her Dairystar uniform. She pulled the garment aside to expose her own coffee-coloured orbs, braless; and now leaking themselves as the weight and pressure of Charlotte's breast was put upon them.
Rosa resumed suckling, soft, muffled moans escaping her mouth as the dull earthquake of her stomach eased somewhat.
Charlotte's mouth opened in a soft gasp, never expecting the services of the Dairystar Technician to be this efficient.
Rosa was last seen quitting her job at Tailfeather Market; Charlotte has been waiting for this part for a little while now.