It had been a long week for Malachite. Beyond the daily labor of cleaning the house (after spilling milk on the carpet multiple times) and cooking up meals for the others, she also had been super pent up with nobody to milk or take care of her. She hadn’t had any guests over to help, and her lovely bunny had been absent for weeks.

She stretched her arms, her pink and green avali wings rubbing up against the chair as she got up with some weight to her movements, dark brown nipples pushing through her black sweater and dripping milk freely onto a growing puddle. Her dark blue breasts were enormous, many times the size of her head and taking up half her body weight. She’d be falling forward if it wasn’t for the weight she was packing behind her. And yet, she carried herself easily to the front door to check on her mail, leaving trails of milk all the while as her boobs sloshed.

The front door. That was always her biggest obstacle to get to the mailbox. The good thing is that she didn’t have to go far to stop, a brown package sitting squarely on the welcome mat. Her hands, as twilight blue colored as her breasts, slid between cleavage to grab it, “from Basil”  across the top. What a surprise that it would be a package from the bunny themselves! She opened it quickly for a letter to slide out along with a bag of chips

“Happy NG November! I know it’s been a while, but I thought this snack would help with the wait until my next visit. And happy belated birthday!!! I’ll see you shortly~”

The avali smiled gently seeing the bunny’s handwriting, but turned contemplative as she reread the note. NG November? Wonder what the NG stood for. She was feeling hungry this morning, so why not? It wasn’t long before she was in the kitchen, pouring the chips into a bowl for her to eat. She was done cleaning, so maybe it was time to give some time to herself, eating some chips while watching TV? She didn’t feel energized enough to bother milking her breasts, and besides, there was always later in the day.

Mmmm, they were good chips, taking nibbles while sitting on her couch, taking up half of them with her buttcheeks alone. They made feel her warm…. Really warm. Especially down there, between her crotch. Her vulva almost looked swollen, bulging out her sweat pants. Gosh, she felt… randy.

SLOOOOOOOOOSH. 

Her breasts weren’t just leaking through the sweater, they were gushing milk. They were milk fountains, spraying all over her coffee table, and, oh god, she felt sooooo full. She was crossing her legs now, but she was having difficulty because her pants felt so… tight…. She needed to release all this pent up frustration, needed something to… let it….

RIPPPPPPPP

Malachite moaned as a massive, thick cock smacked between her breasts, gushing pre right onto her face. She barely had a moment to react that a cock thicker than both her arms had grown out from her crotch and had covered her face before it grew another foot and half that wider, weight sinking between her breasts as she felt it climb and rub between the milky orbs from the growth. Not to mention her legs spreadddding as new orbs grew out to smack onto the ground below the couch. Each orb was twice as big as her head and growing fast. Those balls were already shoving against the table and pushing it forward.

She hesitated to reach out a hand towards this massive spire facing her. Fuck, this new cock was sensitiveeeeee. She nearly came right then and there and her balls revolted at the consequence. She had already felt full, but this was ridiculous, pushing the table closer to the TV as they swelllled out. She needed relief, and pronto. 

Her whole body jerked as she squished her breasts against her new equipment. The noise was immense now. Not just from the precum gushing out of her cock that was still growing inch by inch above her head, but from her breasts practically shooting out milk like fire hoses, painting the TV and walls with her milk, and she didn’t feel any less empty. She squished her breasts harder, panting at the exertion. She was trying so hard to wring the cum out of her balls. She needed to cum. Cum… Cum…. She felt so fulllllll… “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!”

Her pupils rose as she moaned louder. A massive bulge showed up near the base of her cock as her balls clenched. It climbed slowly upwards inch by inch as she kept squishing her gushing breasts, demanding it climb faster. It felt like she was holding back liquid concrete, every squish only teasing it up another few inches. The head of her cock grew bigger. Clearly, her equipment expected a thick payload of ballbatter. Her balls continued to clench in demand, now big enough to smack against the milk-soaked TV, her whole body wobbling in expectation of a massive release.

Eventually, halfway up…. It picked up speed, pushing towards the head suddenly–

SLLLLLLLLLLLLOOROORRRCHHHHHHh

Malachite lost her mind as her urethra wideeeeeened, and cum as thick as tar smashed against the ceiling, tearing up drywall before splashing heavily onto her own face. The spray was as wide as her hand, thick and virile with so many swimmers, and as heavy as iron. She couldn’t hear her breasts gushing milk anymore, lost in the thick splats of the cum across her visage, the couch, the kitchen behind her. It didn’t take long until the whole room and kitchen was soaked in feet of cum sludge, spilling down the walls and ceiling.

Malachite found some clarity in the cumhaze after a few minutes, finding some relief in the spillage. She was practically floating in a pool of her milk and ballbatter. She leaned her head up, trying to move her cock to the side to see clearer.

Her eyes widened when she realized she… wasn’t stopping. 

She had felt emptier, but it only took a minute before she felt just as full as she did before. Her cock was way past her head now. It was thicker than her own torso, pushing towards the ceiling as it continued to cum gallons of thick virile sludge. Her butt and breasts were barely visible above the fluids, but she could still feel her chest release just as much milk, more lactose than a cow wished they could have. Her balls were definitely visible still, higher than the TV and growing taller than herself. And she was eight feet tall!

Right before she lost control of herself again, her cock still gushing while her balls moved furniture and the couch pushed towards the wall, did the letter from the box land on top of her. There was, in fact, a backside to it.

“P.S. NG = Nonstop Growth. Have funnnnnnn~”