Lucy made a pleasured grimace when Angie mentioned the fact that she was finally feeding all of the world.
"I gue-e-e-ess I got what I wa-a-a-a-AAAAAAA-" Lucy was cut off as a massive wave of pleasure hit her.
Angie sighed. As sexy as it was to see her lover scream and cry in pleasure non-stop, they also had to be able to lead a proper conversation.
She put the dictaphone to her lips and spoke into it:
"Lucy can speak in comprehensible sentences without getting interrupted by the pleasure she feels. The pleasure itself is not diminished, though."
Angie looked up and smiled at her lover.
"There! How's that?"
"Better...!" Lucy answered. Her shifting expression still betrayed quite clearly the fact that she was in perpetual orgasm.
Angie took the time to look around them. She wasn't going to abandon her lover, but living on a steel catwalk this high into the air wasn't really a thought that excited her. Last time she had been here, it had been a much, much shorter drop to the ground, even if that drop still had been hundreds of feet. But this time... It was like looking out the window of a plane. That was just how high up Lucy's body was situated on her breasts and that was just halfway. Angie looked up in wonder; being unable to see very far before Lucy's tits were beginning to get covered in clouds.
She looked at Lucy, smiling. Angie gave her a kiss on the cheek as she said:
"I feel like I should make this place a bit more homely, don't you think? I don't want to leave you, but... Angie gestured over the railing of the catwalk "... I don't feel like living somewhere I could fall to my death any second, either"
Lucy just nodded in affirmation as Angie spoke into the dictaphone again.
"This section of the very, very solidly built catwalk is designed to serve as housing for Lucy and me. In fact, it's a pretty luxurious little dwelling!"
Reality begain shifting and churning before the two girls. When their vision cleared again, Angie and Lucy saw that they were now in a very nice-looking room. It had just three walls, with Lucy's wall of flesh serving as the fourth, and a door in either side leading out onto the catwalk. The room also had a soft, furry floor, and a nice bed, which could only be for Angie. Lucy, conversely, was sitting in a chair so comfortable, she was already motioning around her small butt on the seat in order to get a good feel for the almost otherworldly soft fabric.
It occured to Angie how odd it was that all they had really changed about Lucy was her breasts. The rest of her was as lithe as ever.
"Hey, Angie! Look! Is that...?" Lucy pointed to a tube in one of the walls. It was outfitted with a hose, and beneath it were a few rows of clean glass cups. It could only be their own personal source of Lucy's milk.
Angie smiled and she walked over to the hose. She picked up a glass and pointed the hose into it; pressing lightly on the trigger as to let just a little bit through.
What came through, though, wasn't just a little bit. The hose released such a strong torrent of milk, the recoil almost made Angie drop it again. When she managed to turn it off, she was left with a less than half-full glass of milk and a wet shirt.
The girls began laughing at the same time.
"Okay, Lucy. Turns out there's a lot of fucking force behind your milk!" Angie couldn't help but giggle, while Lucy's expression changed to reveal that just talking about the force of her lactation was enough to turn her even more on than she already was.
Angie tried pointing the hose into the cup in her hand again. This time, making sure to press the trigger as genlty as she could possibly imagine. Sure enough, the thing let out a still very healthy stream of milk directly into the glass. Angie let go of the hose, turning it off.
She held up the glass so as to get a good look at how her lover's milk looked. Nothing too dissimilar from regular cow milk, it seemed. She looked over at Lucy.
"You know; oddly enough, I never actually got to taste this stuff myself."
Lucy raised her eyebrows as Angie mentioned that.
"Oh my God, Angie; neither have I!"
The were both rather baffled that neither of them had thought to have a taste until now. Angie raised the glass at Lucy.
"You wanna have the first taste?" She asked her lover, smiling kindly.
"Oh, I think you should be the first, sweetie!" Lucy responded to her voluptuous girlfriend.
"Alright! Bottoms up!"
Angie didn't really know what to expect as she took her first sip of Lucy's milk. She had half expected it to just taste like regular milk, well knowing that they had used the dictaphone to make it so delicious, nobody could ever want to drink or eat anything else.
A cautious sip became a healthy chug, and before she knew; Angie had emptied the entire glass.
"Holy fuck, that was delicious, Lucy!"
The black-haired young woman blushed.
"D'aww, really, Angie? You're too kind."
Angie was already back at the hose; pouring herself another glass and downing it in one go. Lucy gave her an impatient look.
"Hey! Don't hog it all for yourself! I want a taste too!"
Angie laughed as she responded to Lucy:
"Lucy; seven and a half billion people aren't enough to hog all of your milk for themselves!
Lucy giggled lovingly as Angie picked up a clean class and poured milk into it. She walked over and handed it to her lover, kissing her on the cheek before giving the cup up.
It almost seemed like Lucy was trembling as she held the glass full of her very own milk. Like Angie, she began by just taking a sip. However, the sweet drops had barely even had time to register on her taste buds before she raised the glass up high, pouring milk down her throat at speeds no human should've been able to drink.
Angie became a slight bit nervous as Lucy dropped the glass on the soft floor and began convulsing violently. Was she choking or something!?
Angie quickly went back by her lover's side; frantically calling out her name a few times before realising that Lucy wasn't in any kind of pain. She wasn't choking or even allergic to her own milk in some way.
No, her body was positively quaking with pleasure. She finally managed to speak up:
"HOOOOLY SHIT, ANGIE! THAT WAS...! OOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOD!!"
Angie was relieved to see her lover was alright. In fact, she was a bit more than alright. She couldn't resist beginning to caress the wall of tit in front of her. Smiling, she said:
"So, then! How was that? It was good, wasn't it?"
"Angie, please! If 'good' is enough to describe that feeling, then I'm flat as a board!"
The girls laughed. Lucy had just had an orgasm even more crazy than the one she had had when the two girls had sex just before growing Lucy last. Angie hoped that the people of this reality had taken precautions for when Lucy had orgasms like that; since they seemed to make the girl lactate at a much greater magnitude than normal when they happened. She imagined the entire landscape in front of Lucy's beyond-mountainous tits looking like nothing more than an ocean of tit milk!
The tension between them was building again. Lucy found the pleasure she got from her milk to be indescripable - but it was still as if nothing could compare to the warm touch of a lover. Angie kissed Lucy on the mouth; the black-haired girl retaliating by pushing her tongue though her lover's lips. They shared a long, passionate kiss. Soon enough, their hands couldn't help themselves and began exploring their partner's body thoroughly. Lucy began groping Angie's supple K-cup boobs, as Angie stroked Lucy's asteroid-sized tit with her one hand, while having her other find its way into her perpetually soaked panties, beginning to enthusiastically rub her quivering clitoris.
It wasn't long before they began to come. Lucy first - as her plethora of pleasurable inputs started becoming too much to contain; but Angie wasn't far behind. Lucy's loving caress of her lover's beautiful, sensitive melons soon made Angie's own vagina convulse with pleasure as she could feel her feminine ejaculate spreading into her underwear and beginning to make its way down her thighs.
And so began the life of the two lovers, Lucy and Angie. An uncommon relationship to be sure; but who is to say it will just end like this? Sure, sure - having hot lesbian sex every waking hour seems like quite a happy end. But nether Lucy nor Angie happened to be a girl with common ideas for when something was good enough to end the story.
You wouldn't think that living the kind of life they were living could ever get boring; but just a few months after that day, they began getting ideas for how to change themselves even further...
After all, Angie still had the dictaphone tucked away safely in her cleavage.
Two choices:
1) Lucy eventually decides she has to grow even bigger once again. She's already feeding every living human being, you say? Well, how about simply using the dictaphone to make sure there are more mouths to feed? A lot more mouths to feed.
2) Angie loves Lucy's breasts, that much is obvious. But the rest of Lucy's body is still as lithe and unremarkable as the day they had found the dictaphone. Angie wants to change that - making her lover more beautiful and desirable in other ways!
Sat Aug 08 00:00:00 2015