Mura's Milk (Murasaki Lactation/Breast Expansion)

It's a warm, sunny afternoon in Nakamise, a well known shopping district near Sensouji. The streets and gardens near the Buddhist temple are a popular destination for tourist, civilian and shinobi alike, the entire area is populated with gift shops, snack bars, restaurants and many other colorful odds and ends. Mirai, the youngest member of Homura's Crimson Squad, sits on a half-vacant park bench by the gardens, wearing a hot pink tank top that bags up against the straight lines of her curveless, diminutive body and a blue skirt over her thin thighs, making the skinny, long-haired teenager look just like a child with an eyepatch. After spending the afternoon eagerly waiting, her eye and ears suddenly perk up on hearing the distinct calls of her biggest fan and best friend.

"...Mirai!"
"H-hey! Murasaki!"

Murasaki slowly walks along the stone path, approaching Mirai. Her thigh-length purple hair flows freely behind her, adorned with a single black ribbon above a warm face, with bright purple eyes and soft lips that smile carefully. Murasaki has bravely entered into public today wearing a gothic black dress that covers her entirely from the neck down, decorated with countless frills, laces and bijous. Murasaki tends to wear her shinobi outfit when she goes out into public, as wearing her most comfortable garment makes it less stressful for the anxious girl to leave the comforts of home. The puffy black outfit almost completely conceals the innocent girl's body from prying eyes, but her massive bust still juts out plainly from her chest. Well-fitting black and grey frabics hold it firmly and comfortably, containing their movement to a gentle bounce each time Murasaki takes a step.

"What's up?"
"...Not much..."
Murasaki sits down next to Mirai. The dark, purple queen sitting next to a colourful young child makes for quite a stark contrast. nobody would be able to tell from looking that these two teens are an inseperable pair.
"...You wanted to hang out?.."
"Yup. I heard you got some time off. Better get the most of it, right?"
Mirai is correct. New Hebijo's elite team has been granted a week to do with as they please for their dedication and hard work. Miyabi of course decided to maintain her training schedule in her free time as Imu remains by her side faithfully, wasting their vacations together while Ryouna and Ryoubi have run off on their own mischievous adventures. Murasaki originally planned on holing up in her room all week, but was woken up on the first morning of her vacation by a surprise phonecall. Mirai has invited her to spend time together.

After a moment of sitting together happily and quietly, Murasaki and Mirai feel bored.
"...What do you want to do, Mirai?"
"Eh? I-I don't know."
"...Well... we could do some shopping..."
Murasaki looks around at the many stores and grows curious of their contents. She rarely, if ever, frequents them, for anxiety does well at keeping her at home. However, Mirai's company is making Murasaki feel oddly bold today. Mirai suddenly becomes nervous at Murasaki's suggestion, self-conscious of her empty pockets.
"W-well I-I wouldn't mind browsing I-I gue-"
Mirai hears a pomf and notices Murasaki placing an open purse she's never seen before on her lap, taking a small black wallet out of it. Murasaki focuses her eyes as Mirai watches her index finger move back and forth across papers, counting bills one by one inside this wallet. Murasaki soon estimates her budget to be many ten thousands of yen, and stops counting early to save effort.
"...lets go, then..."
"W-well I-I guess."
Mirai feels humiliated. She did not forget her money: She has no money. Murasaki senses Mirai's situation.
"...my treat."

"H-huh!?"
Murasaki simply smiles at Mirai as she gets up, putting her wallet and purse away within her dress. Mirai's eye widens in awe, uncertain if Murasaki is serious or not.
"...are you coming?"
Murasaki makes a few steps, but stops and turns as she realizes Mirai is still sitting down. Mirai quickly gets up and stands next to Murasaki, walking closely together as they look for a store to begin with.





"How cute~"
An sinister voice comes from the shadows near where Mirai and Murasaki just sat. A figure steps into the open after Mirai and Murasaki are far in the distance.
"My oh my... My little kitten made such a lovely friend..."
A figure exits the shadows and into plain sight. The tall, dark and seductive Haruka has followed Mirai out into the city today, dressed in her usual casual-wear. The neckline of her yellow sweater drapes low from shoulder to shoulder, but not quite low enough to expose any cleavage of her massive chest. Her hips are hugged by a tight blue skirt held up a belt, drawing the eye to her curves and accentuating her firm bottom. Her thick thighs are covered by dark pantyhose that make her attractive legs even more alluring. Though this seductive woman may seem to be dressed rather conservatively at first glance, the carefully crafted assemble comes together to give her a mature and motherly look that Haruka knows drives the boys wild. But Haruka isn't concerned with the boys today.

Haruka shields her eyes from the sun and watches Mirai and Murasaki as they enter a shop. Haruka makes a mental note of which one they enter, and starts moving along the shadows.

Mirai told her teammates that she would be going out to meet a friend today. Haruka, being the overprotective guardian she is, took it upon herself to escort Mirai without her knowledge, carefully safeguarding her precious kitten from any threat as she went about her morning in the city, eager to meet this "friend" of hers. On seeing Murasaki, a known enemy, rapidly approach Mirai, in her battle outfit nonetheless, Haruka readied herself to spring to action, but realized her true intentions as the two girls hailed each other in a friendly greeting.

"Just what are they doing together?"
Haruka wonders, as she finds a new and suitable hiding place by the store window, giving her a perfect view of Mirai and Murasaki. They have entered some hobby shop, filled with the sort of toys and baubles that Mirai is known to adore. Haruka watches intently, anticipating some nefarious action from Murasaki, her focus absolute as she watches the girls go about their business.

After quite some time, Mirai and Murasaki approach the counter, placing an assortment of products down for purchase. Mirai seems to nervously pester Murasaki, acting as though she's greatly concerned, while Murasaki hands money to the cashier. They take their spoils, placing them in bags, and make their way to the exit. Haruka backs off, the stalker giving plenty of space between her and her stalkees as the door opens.
"Did she just..."
Haruka whispers under her breath as the two girls exit the store and move to another. Haruka feels sudden animosity towards Murasaki as she realizes what she just did. Only Haruka is allowed to spoil her beloved kitten!

They enter a nearby woman's clothing store, and Haruka quickly darts to a new hiding place that will allow her to see into it. Mirai and Murasaki casually walk along the aisles, picking things off the racks and shelves to try on. Occasionally, one will give the other something unusual to wear, either as a joke or a genuine suggestion, and the other nervously accepts. Haruka watches intently for as long as she can, but soon they enter the changing area, and Haruka can no longer see them through the window. Haruka waits a few minutes for an oppurtunity to infiltrate.

"Wel...come?"
A perky employee working near the entrance of the store heard the door open, and reflexively turned to greet the new customer, but sees no one as the door mechanically shuts itself. The employee shrugs and gets back to work.





"Nice, Murasaki!"
Mirai sits on a bench in the changing area, and gives Murasaki a thumbs up. Murasaki nervously turns in front of a mirror, examining herself wearing a modest-looking green sundress. It reveals much more of her thick, curvy legs, and unlike her gothic dress, does not puff out enough to perfectly conceal her plump cheeks. Murasaki's breasts bounce and jiggle madly at her every movement, as the comparatively loose-fitting sundress does little to keep her massive bust check.
"...a-are you sure it looks good?.."
"Yeah, it really compliments your hair!"

Murasaki nervously smiles, and re-enters the changing room. She re-exits after a moment, wearing nothing but a purple bra and panties. Feeling comfortable in the privacy of the changing rooms and Mirai's company, Murasaki has stripped to her undergarments for convenience. Her full, vaguely puffy tummy is made visible and the elastic of her purple panties digs into her soft hips slightly. The smooth fair skin of Murasaki's cleavage jiggles wildly within the purple cups as she wears no other clothing besides the ribbon still on her hair. Murasaki places the green sundress into the "yes-pile". Mirai gets up from the bench. She is also in her undergarments: a minuscule, polka-dot heart training bra that completely covers what little breasts she has, her flat stomach is bare with accents of her ribs visible at either side of her torso, and a pair of childish bear panties on her small hips. Mirai is also comfortable in the dressing room, completely trusting of Murasaki to not ridicule her underdeveloped body. Murasaki sits down on the bench. It is Mirai's turn to try something on.

"Hmm... What to try on next?"
"...Why not this?"
Mirai looks over her pile of clothing, and is drawn to the white bikini Murasaki is pointing at.
"E-eh!? A-are you serious?"
"...Go on Mirai, I really think it's your size!.."
Mirai's face turns red, then snatches the swimsuit and runs into the changing room. After a brief moment, Mirai re-exits.

From high up on the walls, Haruka slithers through the upper storage shelves perched inches away from the ceiling, around extra stock, signs and neatly stacked clothing belonging to the store. Haruka finds a spot behind a pile of jeans that will allow her to see into the changing area, and nestles herself into her hiding place just as she witnesses Mirai exit the changing room. Haruka suddenly feels her heart fluttering as she sees her precious kitten wearing an absolutely adorable white bikini. Haruka nearly awws in adoration, but silences herself.

"T-t-t-this is so cool!"
Mirai cheers, high on excitement, admiring her body. Though not necessarily clothed any differently from the undergarments she was just wearing, Mirai can't contain herself as she finally wears a real, perfectly fitting bikini for the first time, showing off and posing in front of Murasaki. The miniature white cups of the bikini top cling to Mirai's tiny breasts perfectly and the bottom is the precise size for concealing her crotch.
"...You look good, Mirai!"
"T-This is amazing! A real life Mirai-sized Bikini! I-I wanna buy ten, n-no THIRTY of these! A-and ask them to order more!"
The three girls spend the next few seconds admiring Mirai's body, until Mirai enters the changing room to change back into her undergarments. Mirai re-exits the changing room, then carefully places her new bikini onto the "yes-pile" before stepping out of sight.
"No more stupid school swimsuits for me~"

"D-damnit."
Haruka curses under her breath. Her hiding place does not let her see into the changing area well, but it is the only hiding place that lets her see into the changing area at all. After a few moments, Murasaki steps into sight, and Haruka locks her vision onto her. Murasaki enters the changing room, and spends a good few minutes in there. The sound of uncertain "umms" and "uhhs" leave room. The door suddenly swings open.

"Hah! Woah! S-sexy!"
Mirai compliments Murasaki as her face is red in embarrassment she is unable to contain.
"...I-I-I... N-No..."
Murasaki tries to return to the changing room, but Mirai's encouragement stops her.
"Hey come on! I want to get a good look! At least turn in front of the mirror first!"
Murasaki sighs, unable to ignore Mirai's wishes. On one of the shelves in a particularly racy corner of the store, Mirai found something. Mirai gave it to Murasaki to try on as a joke, and Murasaki did laugh, but Murasaki did not actually expect she would be forced to wear it. Murasaki turns around.

Murasaki is wearing a black nightgown that barely goes down past her hips. It is held up by thin straps on her shoulders, and its fabric is so thin it is transparent. It is the only thing Murasaki is wearing. The intricate black patterns on the fabric are pulled across Murasaki's entire bust. Her fair skin looking grey underneath the nightgown and her breasts are clearly visible through the fabric. they freely hang from her chest, perky enough to hold a heavy, round shape despite their size and weight. Murasaki's large nipples are visible as dark circles on the front of her breasts. Her round, puffy areola leave large and distinct mounds on the surface of each breast, and both thimble-sized nubs poke out naughtily from the peak of her tits, leaving tents in the thin fabric as it makes no attempt whatsoever to contain their puffiness. Within Murasaki's hips is a darkened, triangular patch representing the hairs of her purple crotch underneath the nightgown. As Murasaki turns in front of the Mirror, her heavy, round bottom is made visible to all.

Murasaki trembles in shame as she's forced to look at herself in the mirror like this.
"Woah!... smokin'! That's definitely a k- w-w-wait aren't you wearing anything under that!?"
Mirai suddenly realizes she can see all of Murasaki's privates, and her face turns just as red as Murasaki's.
"...a-a-am I s-supposed to?"
Murasaki runs back into the changing room as Mirai takes in what she just saw. After a few moments of awkward silence, Murasaki starts giggling to herself in the changing room, and Mirai begins to laugh spectacularly. Murasaki quickly re-exits the changing room wearing her undergarments again and with a giggly smile on her face as the two girls suddenly burst into laughter together. She decisively dunks the nightgown into the "no-pile".

Haruka is unamused, and exhales in anger.
"...What a cow."
In this moment, Haruka feels jealously like nothing else. That body is wasted on Murasaki. Haruka looks down and briefly tugs at the sweater that clings to her definitely huge bosom... in envy. She begins to feel her confidence slipping: those massive tits make her own look pitiful. That disgusting introvert is completely undeserving of such a fine figure, much less one capable of rivaling her own. If Murasaki had any shred of confidence and could put those looks to use, Haruka would feel threatened by her mere presence. And Haruka feels threatened anyway, for over the next hour, Haruka watches Mirai and Murasaki bond together, their growing friendship in this day alone feels stronger than the friendship Mirai and Haruka have had for as long as they've known each other. Haruka fears her precious kitten is not only being taken from her, but has chosen a new owner of its own volition.
"...I'll make her mine."

After a while, Mirai and Murasaki exit the changing area. Haruka watches Mirai run back to where Murasaki found her bikini, as Murasaki takes their clothes to the counter. Mirai manages to find seven other bikinis like it before giving up her search, not wanting to keep Murasaki waiting long. Mirai brings them to the cashier and politely demands that they order more, making absolutely sure they get the exact size correct, as the clerk tallies the two girls' merchandise. After a few minutes, they leave the store with bags full of clothing, and Haruka quickly follows them out. They enter and peruse a few more stores over the next few hours while Haruka keeps spying on them, until evening approaches.

Mirai and Murasaki enter a cafe together. They find a vacant booth spacious enough to contain their haul and themselves, and sit down until they are served. Mirai looks to her pile of bags, almost in shame. Murasaki absolutely spoiled her today anyway, and Mirai doesn't feel like she's worth thousands of yen. A waitress brings them tea. Murasaki sips hers while it's hot, and Mirai nervously looks around as she waits for hers to cool to her tastes.
"M-Murasaki... y-you didn't have too... you know..."
Murasaki looks to Mirai as she sets her cup down.
"I-I mean I-I had a lot of fun b-but y-y-you didn't have too..."
"...Don't worry about it, Mirai."
"B-b-but..."
"...We did have a lot of fun."
Mirai feels slightly at ease at Murasaki's attempt to calm her, and starts to drink. The two girls spend a short while together in this cafe, ordering more tea and snacks until their tummy's are full, chatting away. Soon, they realize night will approach, and both girls wish to return home before sundown. Murasaki pays their bill and leaves the store with Mirai, both girls parting ways at the door after agreeing to meet up here again tomorrow. Mirai runs off, bags in hand, back to the hideout, and Murasaki walks back to Hebijo, feeling an unexpected warmth in her chest from spending the day together with her best friend.

Haruka pushes her way out the back entrance of the cafe. She wipes a makeup disguise off her face, tosses a waitress' outfit onto an unconscious woman that lies stripped on the ground, throws a fistful of empty glass vials into the nearby dumpster, then races to beat Mirai back to their hideout after fishing her pink ribbon out of her pocket and rearranging her hair back to normal.





The next day, Mirai eagerly awaits Murasaki's arrival on the same bench as yesterday. Mirai is wearing a red long sleeved shirt that fits her body well and a pair of skinny jeans that hug the extremely subtle curves of her legs as tightly as her own skin: two clothing items Murasaki purchased for her yesterday that Murasaki selected herself. And not that they can be seen, but Mirai is actually wearing a pair of bikinis from her new collection of swimwear in place of regular bra and panties, so excited to own them that she's looking for any excuse to wear them. Mirai kicks her feet in the air impatiently.

"...Mirai!"
"Hey! Murasaki!"

Murasaki appears close by, walking towards Mirai. Murasaki is wearing clothing Mirai selected for her as well: rocking the same green sundress she was unsure of yesterday, only now with confidence. The dress flutters around Murasaki's body gently in the breeze, giving brief glimpses of Murasaki's figure as it brushes against her skin. However, despite fitting loosely yesterday, Murasaki finds the dress to be constricting her chest somewhat. The new fabric digs into her bust tightly enough to be noticeable, causing the jiggling mass of cleavage to fill out the new dress with no room to spare. Two bumps are even noticeable in the center of each breast, clearly marking the location of the girl's nipples. Murasaki knows it's not a perfect fit, incorrectly remembering it feeling tight yesterday as well. Used to her bust being a problem for her wardrobe, she thinks nothing of it as she sits down next to Mirai.

They sit together in silence for a moment, then both slowly realize they are wearing each other's clothing choices.
"Hey, nice dress."
"...Cute jeans."
They compliment each other, proud of seeing their fashion sense on someone else. Then giggle at each other's pride.
"So, what do you want to do today?"
Mirai pretends to ask, knowing already what she wants to do.
"...I dunno... What do you wanna do?.."
"Why don't we go swimming today? That'll be fun! I-I'll even pay for us this time!"
Mirai confidently suggests an oppurtunity to show off her new swimwear, tightly clutching the exact change required for two entry tickets to the local swimming pool in her pocket. Mirai spent all morning scavenging around the hideout looking for money after coming up with this activity last night, hoping to literally repay Murasaki as best as she can for the fortune she spent on her yesterday.
"Uh... No... I don't like to swim."
Murasaki nervously but firmly declines. Unwilling to question her friend, Mirai slumps in shame, her plans shattered.
"W-well, what else could we do? I-I still want to pay you back!"
Mirai asks, desperately hoping Murasaki doesn't pick anything more expensive than two swim tickets.

"...Wanna go to your place?"
Mirai's eyes widen in surprise.
"n-n-NO!"
"...Oh... Why not?"
Murasaki tilts her head inquisitively after asking the innocent question.
"W-w-well I-It's a HIDEout it-it..."
Mirai nervously struggles to convey that her home requires a certain degree of secrecy. Mirai and her teammates are still technically renegades: criminal shinobi hunted for bounty. The Crimson Hideout is not a home, it is a secret lair charged with hiding them away from a world that hunts them, and has kept them well hidden and safe for months. Letting even one non-Crimson Girl learn of its location, let alone enter it, could completely compromise its security.

Murasaki seems somewhat sad that Mirai refused her suggestion, and frowns. Mirai can't help but suddenly feel terrible, knowing how well Murasaki treated her yesterday.

Mirai thinks carefully. Homura is working today. So is Hikage. Yomi is performing for orphans. Haruka is running errands. Suzune is not visiting. The Hideout will be empty all day. Mirai trusts Murasaki. She'll be gone before anyone else is back. No one will know. No one will punish Mirai.

"W-well... well... I-I-I guess... j-just once..."
"Really? You'll let me see your house?"
"Y-yes! B-but you CAN NOT stay too long!"
Murasaki happily cheers causing her breasts to bounce wildly, excited to finally get a chance to see Mirai's home.
"R-Right. c-come on, if you wanna come over we'll have to make it quick."
Mirai grabs Murasaki's hand and gets up as Murasaki follows her intently. They walk together quickly, in a hurried pace forced by Mirai as she escorts her friend.

"...is Mirai seriously..."
Haruka exits the same hiding place as yesterday, and quickly follows the pair once more.





Mirai and Murasaki travel through the city, to its outskirts, then to the roads, then to the trails. Mirai looks for a non-existent path in the woods, then pulls Murasaki into the vegetation.
"E-eh?.. Mirai, where are you taking me?"
Mirai shows Murasaki through dense trees and bushes.
"W-well, it's not exactly a 'house'. Y-You'll understand what you see it."
After a short time being guided through a precise path she does not understand, they arrive at small forest clearing, next to a small rockface.
"We're here."
Murasaki is confused, like Mirai is playing some strange prank on her, but is extremely curious nonetheless. Mirai lets go of Murasaki and steps behind a boulder, beckoning her friend over.
"Come on, it's not a tight fit, don't worry."
Murasaki nervously follows Mirai's steps, approaching the wall and standing before that specific rock. She looks around it, and sees a wide crevice into a dark tunnel. Mirai pokes her head out of the darkness.
"C-come on!"
Murasaki walks into the tunnel, and feels Mirai take her hand again. She is momentarily whisked through complete darkness, then steps into the light with Mirai at her side.

"T-This is it!"
Murasaki takes in her surroundings in unexpected awe, like she's entered some fantastical domain. A spacious cavern is well lit by lights tacked to the stone ceiling, the walls well cleaned and covered in posters and decorations. The earth beneath Murasaki's shoes is packed solid and even, forming a floor littered in mats and carpets to make it pleasant for bare feet to walk on. In the back of the cave is a modest pool of fresh ground water, seemingly just large enough for someone to frolic in, that creates a pleasant ambient noise of running water as it flows through the earth. The entire cave is well furnished, like a one-room apartment. Shelves and storage bins line one wall, dressers and closets line another, and there's even a fridge running off dubiously obtained power. numerous seats, cushions and tables cover the floor, as do exactly five beds. There's even a welcoming-looking computer desk next to a strange alchemical lab. A pleasant, earthy smell permeates the air alongside various girlish perfumes.
"...You... Do you really live here?..."
"Y-Yeah."
Mirai hangs her head in shame, already regretting showing her ramshackle home to her best friend.
"...This... is really... awesome..."
"Heh?"
"You live like a hobbit!"

Mirai looks at Murasaki, and sees her eyes wander all over the hideout in wonder. Mirai can't believe anyone is seriously impressed by this, but takes what she can get and immediately perks up.
"W-Well, why don't you let Mirai Baggins give you the grand tour then!"
Mirai immediately runs to the first attraction that comes to mind, and beckons Murasaki over.

"These containers here on the wall are were Yomi farms all her beansprouts!"
Mirai pulls one off the shelves then places it on the ground, opening it for Murasaki to see inside.
"She really loves these things!"

"Over here is where Hikage likes to nap!"
Mirai points to a curvy stone ledge near the pool of water, it looks hard but ergonomic.
"She pretends it's boring in here but I know she's lying!"

"Sometimes our old sensei visits us!"
Mirai stands proud next to the largest table, and points at a specific pillow.
"That's sensei's favorite cushion to sit on!"

"This is Homura's family sword!"
Mirai points at a sheathed katana, resting on a stand near a neatly made cot.
"She... uh... w-well it's a long story I'll tell you later!"

"Here's Haruka's lab!"
Mirai stands near Haruka's sterile-looking white desk decorated with nefariously labeled beakers and containers, carefully keeping her distance.
"Haruka makes all her weird stuff here!"

"And here's my spot!"
Mirai walks over to her computer desk and sits on her chair, casually spinning around. Boxes of figures and statuettes from yesterday lay opened around her computer, their contents posed and played with. Murasaki recognizes Mirai's newly worn clothes laying messily gathered on top of a close by dresser. Murasaki smiles warmly seeing that Mirai enjoyed her gifts.
"Tour's over, pull up a chair and lets chill!"
Mirai starts her computer.
"Believe it or not we got internet here so we can actually do shit!"
Murasaki accepts Mirai's informal invitation, and walks over to Haruka's station to take the vacant chair and bring it to Mirai's desk. Murasaki sits down together with Mirai, huddling in front of the computer monitor, and the pair begin to enjoy themselves before the wonders of the internet.

"...Did that bitch seriously just take my chair?"





Mirai and Murasaki spend the day in each other's company surfing the web, enjoying many videos, images and computer games together. Despite the distractions, Mirai diligently keeps track of time. First they have four hours left together. Then three. Then two. Then one. Hikage will be finishing up her shift at the restaurant soon and be the first to return, and while Mirai trusts Hikage not to punish her, Hikage would certainly tell on Homura anyway.

"...M-Murasaki, we need to go soon."
Murasaki frowns, but mournfully nods as she understands the situation. Murasaki secretly wishes she could return home as well anyway, as she has started to find her clothes uncomfortable. Kneeled on top of Haruka's lab chair, Murasaki's sundress comfortably blankets over her legs as she twiddles her thumbs on her green lap, trying to ignore her chest. The green fabric is stretched thin over Murasaki's bust, taught lines are visible in the material as it's pulled tightly around her body. Soft flesh spills out the edges of her fabric, her cleavage overflowing from the top and sides of her dress. Murasaki's nipples are pressed so tightly against the fabric that the slightly puffy circles of her areolae are now visible around the stiff tips. Murasaki bites her lip, feeling her tummy rumble.

Mirai's feels her tummy rumble as well.
"Wanna eat first, before we go?"
"...Y-yeah."
Murasaki feels exceptionally hungry, and Mirai gets up and walks towards the fridge. Mirai grabs two bags of potato chips off a nearby shelf and pulls two cans of soda out of the fridge. She takes the only two things there are to eat back to the desk.
"Which ones 'you want?"
Murasaki looks at her admittedly small, but nevertheless welcome meal options. A bag of plain potato chips or salt and vinegar, and a can of rootbeer or cola. Murasaki nervously snatches the plain potato chips and rootbeer, then Mirai happily takes the chips and cola that remain, secretly wishing Murasaki left her the rootbeer. The two crack open their cans, pop open their bags and somberly eat together before they leave.

"...good."
Haruka hides in the shadows of the cave, watching the two girls eat. Haruka smugly smiles after accurately predicting Murasaki's taste of snacks. Murasaki is coming along nicely, but Haruka had to figure out some way to refresh her dosage. If all goes well, maybe she'll  even let this intrusion slide and pretend nothing ever happened, for Mirai's sake. She continues to watch.

Mirai nervously eyes the can of rootbeer as Murasaki places it down on the desk after taking a swig. There is still plenty of the drink left.
"C-can I have a sip of your drink?"
Mirai sheepishly asks, Murasaki looks at her with cheeks stuffed full of chips and rootbeer.
"...sphur mphing."
Mirai smiles at the difficult to understand confirmation, and touches the can.

Haruka's eyes widen, and she immediately steps out of the shadows. Haruka loudly plants her feet on the ground as she stands behind the girls, alerting them of her presence just before Mirai is able to touch the can against her lips.
"I'm back."
Mirai drops the can on the ground as both girls jump in their seats.
"H-H-HARUKA!?"

Haruka turns both desk chairs around so that their petrified occupants face her, then crosses her arms around her chest as she glares menacingly down at them.
"I never knew you were planning on inviting guests today, Mirai."
Mirai's lips stammer as Murasaki is simply frozen in fear.
"You do realize that this is not allowed, correct?"
Haruka points at Murasaki, making the purple girl tremble.
"N-n-no Mistress Haruka I-It's okay she's my friend w-we can trust her she won't tell anyone don't worry OH GOD I'M SORRY!"
"R-Right! I-I won't tell anyone, M-Mistress Haruka, I-I promise! I-I'll forget I ever came here!"
Mirai starts crying as Murasaki keeps reinforcing her promises. Haruka feels greatly appeased on hearing Murasaki call her "mistress".

"Mirai."
Mirai's trembling lips stop wailing in horror.
"...Y-Y-Yes Mistress Haruka?"
"Get her out of here."
"Yes Mistress Haruka!"
Haruka steps back to make room, and Mirai obediently gets up. Murasaki quickly gets up as well, and the two run out of the cave exit fearing for their lives.

Haruka glares at them as they leave, and sighs.
"That was... close."
She looks at Mirai's vacant desk. She picks up the drug-laced potato chips and root beer off the floor. Haruka would have liked it if Murasaki finished her meal, but the purple cow still ate more than enough to achieve good results. She dumps Murasaki's leftovers into a trash bin. She picks up Mirai's leftover chips and cola, then sits down with them after pulling her chair back to her desk where it belongs. Haruka relaxes, and pulls a salt and vinegar chip out of the bag.
"Mirai prefers rootbeer over cola... I'll make a mental note of that."
She pops the chip into her mouth.





"Alright, we're back."
Mirai and Murasaki arrive together at the same garden they met up at this morning.
"...I... I guess that was a bad idea..."
Murasaki feels ashamed of herself, getting her best friend into trouble like this. Mirai looks at her face and can tell she is sad.
"Well... m-maybe... but it was still nice having you over, Murasaki!"
Murasaki struggles to smile.
"Hey, cheer up now, Haruka went easy on us! If that were Homura we'd be dead by now!"
Murasaki still struggles to smile.
"Well, we should both get home, huh? It's gonna be late soon."
"...Yeah..."
They both stand together awkwardly, not wanting to part.
"...Same time, tomorrow?"
Mirai asks, Murasaki finally smiles.
"...Okay."
They both turn away from each other and go their separate ways. Mirai isn't even sure if there's going to be a tomorrow after Haruka is through with her. Hopefully she'll at least still be able to walk, after all she wouldn't want to stand up Murasaki on their third date.

Murasaki walks off down the streets excited for tomorrow, rubbing her chest with one hand.





On the third day, Mirai is once again on the park bench. She lays down on it in boredom. She is wearing another outfit Murasaki purchased for her: a tight white tank top and a pink skirt. Mirai still feels confused after yesterday. On returning to the hideout, Haruka played dumb. Acting as though she never saw anything. 'Hurt you for what?' she says. 'Who was here?' she asks. Haruka no doubt knows how much of a crueler punishment that is for Mirai. Judging by Homura's ever-jovial behavior yesterday, Haruka told no one what happened, but that's not Mirai's concern. The child-like teenager is left absolutely paranoid, certain that Haruka plans to blackmail her or torment her, just waiting for yesterday's incident to bite her in the ass at any moment.

Mirai sits up, for she feels herself falling asleep. Murasaki is a little late today.
"...M-Mirai!"
"Hey! Murasaki!"
Mirai immediately perks up hearing Murasaki's voice again. She was starting to worry Murasaki wouldn't come at all after yesterday's scare, knowing how timid she can be.

Murasaki slowly approaches from the distance. Her face is red and she looks nervous. Unlike Mirai, she is wearing a previously owned set of clothing: a old purple sweater and matching pair of sweatpants. The sweater clings to Murasaki's gigantic breasts as they sway to the left and right uncontrollably with her every step. The shape of her bra is visible under the purple sweater as her abundant breasts spill over the cups, the zipped-up sweater doing its best to contain whatever the now-undersized bra cannot. Two faint bumps on her chest denote the location of her bulging nipples, still able to make their presence known despite the much thicker material of the sweater.

Her breasts are remarkably larger than they were two days ago, and she is aware of it. Mirai notices as well. Murasaki sits down next to Mirai, causing her breasts to bounce up and down in her sweater like jelly. Murasaki smiles down at Mirai's, just missing Mirai ogling her chest before Mirai quickly turned her head to smile back up at her friend. Murasaki sighs in relief, feeling comforted by Mirai's presence.

"...So, what's up?"
"...n-nothing."
Mirai understands this to be the bad kind of "nothing" and quickly decides to kickstart a conversation to distract Murasaki from whatever it is that's bothering her.
"Any idea what you wanna do today?"
"...w-well..."
Murasaki still feels nervous despite Mirai's company. She wants to go home, but does not want to leave Mirai right now.
"...L-lets... Lets just go back to my place."
"H-h-what? B-back at Hebijo?"
Murasaki nods, and thinks up a reason for Mirai to come with her.
"...w-well, I got to see your home yesterday, it's only fair that you see mine."
The implications of this runs through Mirai's mind. She has history with the school: She is partly responsible for its destruction almost a year ago, the reason she is a wanted renegade in the first place. They want her dead there.
"Umm... uh..."
"...d-don't worry, I can escort you in."

Mirai thinks about this for a moment. She was and is still an elite shinobi, so despite the school crawling in students, many of them would pose no threat to her. Mirai does trust Murasaki to protect her from danger if she visits. And she still has her old uniform to disguise herself with as well. Mirai mulls over these thoughts for a minute.
"A-Alright."
"...you'll come?"
"S-Sure. Y-you go on ahead: w-wait for me by the gate. I'll meet you there soon."
Murasaki smiles warmly at Mirai, then the two girls get up. Mirai runs off back to the hideout, as Murasaki finds her balance and begins walking to Hebijo.

As soon as both girls are out of sight, Haruka exits from the same bush yet again.
"Well, I always wanted an excuse to see the renovations..."
She follows Murasaki.





Murasaki stands silently near Hebijo's gates. After a little while, Mirai returns to her.
"Murasaki!"
"Hey... M...Mirai?"
Mirai runs up to Murasaki. She is wearing a slightly outdated Hebijo uniform from last year: a pitch black, sailor-like dress with red accents that goes down to her feet. Mirai has tied her abundant black hair in a tight bun behind her head (or rather, Yomi helped tie it). Her red eyes leer up in anxiety at Murasaki, her eyepatch mysteriously missing as both eyes take in the world around her. Murasaki didn't recognize Mirai: she looks just like any random girl.
"...did you... you didn't need to disguise yourself..."
"L-Look I'm a little scared of this place alright? I-It helps."
"Oh... well, let's go."

Mirai and Murasaki walk side-by-side as they enter through the gates. The large courtyard of the overtly Japanese complex is riddled with students going about their training. Murasaki marches along the path to the main building, ignoring her underclassmen for they have no business with her, as Mirai nervously clings to her side desperately hoping to not be recognized. They enter the door of the massive building together after crossing the courtyard with no incident, and hear quiet. The endless, ambiently lit wooden halls are seemingly devoid of all life but their own. Murasaki guides Mirai down a complex series of hallways, going in directions Mirai vaguely remembers. Murasaki pushes open a hidden screen door that looks no different from any of the walls, exposing a wooden lift. Mirai and Murasaki both step inside. The screen snaps shut as they are lifted up to the higher levels of the building by the hidden elevator. Murasaki's oversized chest bounces as the lift stops, and a new screen door automatically pulls open. Mirai and Murasaki step into the Hebijo Elites' ninja room: Mirai's old home and the place that Murasaki has lived in since returning to Hebijo.

"...This is it."
Mirai quickly undoes her bun, letting her hair flow back down her back as she quickly places a black eyepatch back over her face, looking more like herself again. With her one eye, Mirai looks around.
"Woah, it's so different now."
The room is shaped differently and new furniture is not where she would expect it to be, but it still strikes all the familiar notes of the ninja room she used to live in. The place is empty: Suzune has no classes to teach, Ryouna and Ryoubi are still gone and Imu and Miyabi will be off training in wilderness together for days, meaning Mirai and Murasaki have all day, possibly even the rest of the week, together in here by themselves.
"...this is just the lobby. My room is over here."

Mirai follows Murasaki over to a large purple wall scroll, decorated in minimalist art of bears representing her guardian spirit. She pushes it to the side, revealing a hidden door. Mirai steps inside, and Murasaki follows behind her.

Murasaki sighs in relief, relaxing as she forgets about her problem for now. In her bedroom she has as much privacy and comfort as she can get, and can forget about the many issues in her life. Mirai looks around the comfortable bedroom. Not nearly in as much awe as Murasaki was to see Mirai's home yesterday, but she still pleasantly looks around. It is spacious and comfortable, worn clothes strewn about messily on the otherwise clean floor. A dresser and a full-sized fridge stand against the wall, and an inviting, unmade bed sits in the center of the room. A short computer desk with a well-sat on mat in front of it sits against the other wall next to some shelves. Mirai's eye widens in excitement: There is a dusty PlayStation 3 on that desk.
"Oh-oh-oh Murasaki you have a PlayStation! Let's pla-I-I mean can we play it? Please? Lets have a game night!"
Murasaki shrugs, she kind of forgets she even has that thing, but if Mirai wants to play it, then so does she.
"...Game night? ...okay, Mirai... You start it... I'll make some snacks."

Murasaki opens her fridge as her tummy grumbles, still oblivious to how much hungrier she's been lately. It is well stocked with snacks, drinks and ready-made meals. Murasaki picks up two full, two liter bottles of root beer, and puts them next to Mirai. Mirai gets to work hooking up the console, rearranging the cables behind the desk, powering it on, connecting it to the internet, and so on. Murasaki goes back to her fridge, and picks up two boxes of ready to bake pizzas off of the top of an entire stack of them.
"...I'll be right back Mirai."
Mirai nods an acknowledgement as she keeps to work. Murasaki exits her room to heat the pizzas. After a dozen minutes, the old console finishes updating and installing games, ready to play, and Murasaki steps back into her bedroom, hot pizzas in hand.
"Let's get this party started!"
"...Right!"

The two girls sit down next to each other and play their games, chatting away all the while. They drink their root beer directly from their bottles like animals, relentlessly pick at candy, and gorge themselves on pizza. They play together well into the afternoon and into the evening as time flies without their knowledge.

At some point, Murasaki sets her controller down to take another bite of pizza, but almost chokes on it as she swallows. A loud ripping sound fills the room: Murasaki's purple sweater has busted open at the zipper, creating a large opening into her cleavage that her fair flesh bulges out of.
"MMPH!"
Mirai is startled by the sound, then sees Murasaki coughing.
"M-Murasaki are you alright?
Murasaki manages to swallow her food and contain her coughing, as she panics.
"Y-Y-Yes I'm a-alright! I'm alr-right!.. J-Just... Just keep playing without me I'll be r-right back!"
Mirai watches Murasaki run out of the room, clutching her breasts in her hands.
"...okay..."
Mirai goes back to playing her game per Murasaki's request, somewhat selfishly putting the obviously bothered girl into the back of her mind in favour of videogames she always wanted to play.





Murasaki sprints across the main room, through a series of connecting hallways and into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind her as she catches her breath. Her red face sweats nervously, looking at the reflection of her bust in terror as she looks in the mirror. Her purple sweater balloons outward obscenely from her chest, even more so than it did this morning, as though a pillow were stuffed inside of it. It's constricting her panicked breath: She has to get it off. She brings her hand to the base of her neck and tries to pull her zipper down, but it jams on reaching the point where it split open. Without hesitating, Murasaki instead grabs both sides of the clothing split with her hands, and violently tears the sweater open. Her oversized chest quakes violently, putting her overworked bra over its limit as the front hook shatters.
"A-AH!"
Two loud slaps are heard as her bouncing, unsupported breasts drop against her chest. Murasaki's open sweater slides off her arms as it and her broken bra fall to the floor behind her feet. Murasaki unrestrictedly pants with her eyes shut, in temporary relief. Murasaki nervously opens her eyes.

Her tits have grown enormous. Almost twice as large as they should be, possibly more. The fleshy, well over head-sized orbs heave slowly with her breath. Their fullness sticks out past her sides, eclipsing her upper arms. Their round undersides almost reach her stomach, not from sagging or drooping, but from pure size. Her fair skin is tender, tightened but not stretched from growing slowly alongside the engorged breasts. Few faintly visible veins can be made out through the pale skin, signs of the growing pressure within. Murasaki's twin nipples are aimed in two different directions, for there is too much swollen breast between them to point forward as they used to. Murasaki's palm-sized areolae puff out achingly, distended by inner pressure: They seem almost seem large enough to be a modest pair of budding breasts on their own. Her teat-like, thumb-sized nipples tremble in discomfort at the center of each swollen circle, an inch in length.

Murasaki simply stares at her reflection in the mirror, petrified.
"...w-what happened... w-w-what do I do..."
Murasaki stressfully mumbles to herself, eyes watering. She would feel utmost joy if Imu were to appear for her out of nowhere, to tell her everything is alright, to show her some remedy to this terrible problem, to make everything normal, but Murasaki dreadfully knows those cards are off the table.

Murasaki's gigantic bust hurts. It hurts a lot. Murasaki bites her lip, and raises her arm, knocking her sensitive breasts into a jiggly frenzy as her bicep brushes against her tits. She carefully places her hand onto her breast, feeling the hot skin underneath her palms. Murasaki sighs, idly rubbing her a breast with one hand, hoping to stop it aching. Murasaki feels some slight relief, and raises her other arm to rub her other breast.

Murasaki stands in the bathroom for the next few minutes, gently rubbing her oversized chest with nervous hands. Murasaki feels at ease somewhat, her hands doing little to soothe her discomfort but soothing nonetheless. Murasaki's hands trail all along her skin, subconsciously exploring her new bust. She used to feel so familiar and comfortable with her body, but must now feel her way around for the first time again. The smooth texture of her soft hands feels rough and coarse on her sensitive chest. Her dainty fingers gently press into her skin, feeling the fullness of her bust under her fingertips. After some time massaging the sore flesh, The edges of her palms bump into her massive areolae, the more erogenous parts of her breasts making Murasaki gasp on being touched. Murasaki recovers, then very gently strokes the skin of her areolae. The pain in her breasts subsides as she touches the pink flesh, Murasaki not fully realizing that pain is being replaced with pleasure as she rubs the puffy circles more intently.
"...A-ah..."

Murasaki keeps pressing her fingers into the puffy tips of her breasts, rubbing them thoroughly and pleasurably. Murasaki doesn't realize she is moaning quietly as she stimulates the tender pink skin. Her fingers soon begin to grow bold, moving faster and more vigorously, bumping the sore nipples inadvertently multiple times, until Murasaki realizes they too will need to be massaged. Murasaki wraps her thumbs and index fingers around each burgeoning teat, and prepares to tweak them.

"Noticed a growth spurt, hmm?"

"Ha-ah?"
The vaguely familiar voice makes Murasaki gasps in surprise, snapping her out of her world as her hands return down to her sides. Seemingly appeared out of thin air within the locked room, Haruka stands in behind Murasaki, leering at her mischievously through the reflection. She has donned her shinobi outfit, a pink and white getup with gold trim that manages to resemble inviting lingerie and an intimidating dominatrix at the same time. Silky white stockings tightly cover her curvy legs, held up by straps that cross the bare flesh of her thighs to hook onto thin white panties. Her plush stomach is exposed and her upper torso is hugged by a pink and white vest that wraps around her massive, but comparatively small bust tightly, deliberately leaving a diamond-shaped opening into her treacherous but tempting cleavage. White gloves conceal her entire forearms, but leave her fingers and palms exposed. Loosely draped over her shoulders is a massive white lab coat. Almost resembling the trenchcoat of a common pervert, its clean white material carries significantly more dignity (despite still belonging to a pervert) and countless vials containing a multicolour assortment of noxious fluids held inside by leather straps. A massive, almost out of place pink bow rests atop Haruka's light brown, nearly blond hair. She wears it like a queen's crown.

Haruka's mere presence is oppressive, and Murasaki, in all her vulnerability, feels too intimidated to do anything. In this moment, Haruka no longer feels envy or jealousy, for her enemy belongs to her. Haruka waits, reveling in the purple girl's torment. After a few moments, Murasaki responds to Haruka's question.
"... I-I don't know what h-happened..."
Murasaki fearfully confides in Haruka.
"Oh? What happened now?"
"...M-My... boobs... t-they... t-this..."
Murasaki nervously tries to explain the growth using hand motions. She holds her palms facing each other them pulls them apart in an exaggerated fashion.
"You mean to say... those udders aren't supposed to be so grotesquely swollen?"
Murasaki shamefully nods, avoiding eye-contact with Haruka's reflection. She feels "udders" to be an insulting description, but completely accurate.
"Now what may have caused this to happen?"
"I... I..."
Murasaki has no idea. Her troubles far exceed any divine punishment she feels she could be deserving of.
"...N-no..."
"You make it seem like no normal growth spurt. Perhaps you ate something you shouldn't have? ... or butt in between someone you shouldn't have crossed?"
The meaning of this is lost on Murasaki. Haruka draws closer.
"Maybe you've been put in your place by a higher power..."
Haruka's humbled bosom presses into Murasaki's back, as she wraps her gloved arms around Murasaki shoulders. Haruka places her pink lips next to Murasaki's ear, and Murasaki hears her husky, deranged breathing.
"...or rounded back into your pen like the cow you are..."

Haruka presses her nose against Murasaki's hair as she caresses her, getting high off her fear. Her hands loosen from Murasaki's shoulders, and slide slowly down her collar and onto her breasts. Her firm palms press into Murasaki's tits as they motion around in circles. Haruka's hands slither underneath, and gently heave the heavy orbs up and down. Murasaki pants in fear, fighting back doesn't even cross her mind.
"You're so big, little cow, how could you possibly not enjoy it?"
Haruka playfully bounces each breast up and down in her hands. She spreads her finger apart, and gently squeezes as much as she can fit in her open palms. Murasaki gasps then pants heavily.
"...P-Please... H-Haruka... they're r-really sore..."
Haruka narrows her eyes.
" 'Mistress' Haruka, please."
Haruka squeezes Murasaki tightly, groping with more fervor, making Murasaki squirm in discomfort.
"H-H-Ha-Haru-"
" 'MISTRESS' Haruka."
Haruka becomes agonizingly rough with Murasaki until she finally understands.
"M-Mi-Mistress Haruka..."
"...Good little cow."
Mistress Haruka bares her teeth in a nefarious grin. She's growing very excited to play with her toys.

"Now that everything is order, would you like me to... make you feel 'better'?"
Murasaki's lips stutter. Haruka is gently toying with her breasts, and feeling them being handled by someone else is making Murasaki feel strange.
"P-P-Please... H-Ha-... M-Mistress H-Haruka."
Haruka releases her grip, letting Murasaki's breasts hang freely as she runs her hands to either side. She presses her palms into Murasaki's breasts, squishing them together as her hands bury themselves in her bulging bosom. Murasaki feels a stinging pain from the pressure as Haruka squeezes her chest together.
"A-ah-"
"So full... and heavy..."

Haruka stops crushing Murasaki's strained chest, then dances her fingers across her skin to her puffy areolae. Haruka pokes and prods the distended pink skin.
"...Does the pressure feel worse here?"
She rubs her fingers into them, dragging her fingertips along the tender skin.
"Y-Yea... ye-yes..."
Haruka prods Murasaki's swollen nipples, placing her fingertips over them.
"...is it much worse here here?"
"A-A lot worse... M-Mis-stress H-Haruka."
Haruka gently presses the proud nubs into her areolae, rubbing them carefully under her fingers.
"Would you perhaps... like me to relieve this pressure?"
"P-P-Please... M-Mistress Haruka..."
Haruka coos.
"Very well."
Haruka briefly releases Murasaki's turgid nipples, then wraps her fingertips around each one. She rolls them between her fingertips, and feels them moistening. Haruka squeezes her fingers together. Murasaki hisses through cringed teeth in surprise.
"-ah-ah-ah-"





Two streams of thin white fluid soar across the air, pattering against the glass mirror.
"W-w-What?"
Murasaki's eyes widen is surprise. Warm milk dribbles out from her hot nipples and clings to Haruka's wet fingers.
'My oh my... You really are a cow, aren't you?"
"N-N... H-How..."
Haruka tugs and pulls on Murasaki's milky breasts, squirting out stream after stream of creamy sustenance onto the mirror, painting it white.
"Mistress Haruka can make anything happen, cow~"

Murasaki's huge nipples spray out a steady stream of milk, unable to stop now that they've started flowing. Their size makes them remain easy to grasp and manipulate despite the wet lubricant oozing from them. The undersides of Murasaki's breasts are soaked, her milk cascading through Haruka's wet fingertips, down her bust, before quietly dripping down onto the floor by their feet. Two small puddles of white gradually spread out, eventually merging into one large puddle.

Haruka twists and rolls the dripping nubs, squeezing milk from them and making Murasaki moan from relief. Murasaki can hear Haruka's ragged and perverted breaths uncomfortably close to her ear. Her breathing betrays her completely stoic and strict composure, making it obvious that playing with Murasaki's lactating tits is getting Haruka aroused. Haruka keeps working her magic fingers on Murasaki's teats, urging stronger and heavier flows from her milk ducts, loudly spraying the mirror until it can no longer reflect a clear image. Content at defiling this innocent mirror, Haruka decides to get creative. Haruka points Murasaki's spraying teats in new directions, and tugs at them anew. Against Murasaki's control, her tits begin shooting milk everywhere, making a lewd mess. Murasaki bites her lip, letting Haruka rain destruction on the elegant bathroom. Her warm milk patters against the walls, it sprays the toilet and sink, dowses toothbrushes, towels, combs and various other toiletries until everything is soiled in white cream. Haruka feels this to be dreadfully inefficient, needing to crudely aim these lewd nipples around, and comes up with a solution. She lets go of Murasaki's teats, their spray reducing to an unstoppable dribble without any stimulation.

Murasaki sighs, thinking everything is over, her breasts feel relieved. Murasaki suddenly gasps in pain after the sound of two loud slaps fill the room.
"A-A-OW!"
Haruka has slammed both hands hard into the sides of Murasaki's tits, flattening her tits together between her deceptively strong arms. Great pressure wells up withing Murasaki's tits, causing her nipples to burgeon outward, violently spraying milk outward in all directions on their own as Haruka presses them together.
"Hahaha..."
One girl moans, the other laughs. Haruka takes in the sight: Thin streams of white fill her vision, all originating from Murasaki's massive nipples as they tremble and vibrate from expressing so much milk at once. Murasaki's milk rains upon absolutely everything in front of her, misting the very air of the bathroom with her bounty. Murasaki's rain quickly begins to die down, but Haruka tightens her vice-like gripe to bring it back up to a powerful spray, causing Murasaki to grit her teeth in pleasure. Soon though, Haruka can no longer force any milk out of the dripping nipples, for Murasaki's breasts have all but completely been emptied, leaving the bathroom smelling completely of warm, creamy milk. Haruka releases her crushing grip, and stands back from Murasaki.

Murasaki pants in relief: despite the rough treatment, she feels much better now, her tits no longer aching from within. Murasaki stumbles over to the bathtub, and sits down on the edge to catch her breath.
"Th-Th-Th...Thanks, M-Mistress Haruka..."
Haruka sighs, feeling that ended too quickly. She looks over at Murasaki, and is alarmed. Her udders are near fully emptied now, with only a barely noticeable trickle that still escapes from her nipples and onto her knees. However, Haruka expected Murasaki's bust to return to its original (or close) size, but it has not. They are almost just as large as they were minutes earlier, their "temporary" size not consisting only of stored milk, but expanded flesh. Murasaki's new pair of udders still hang heavily on her chest, slightly less perky and tight than before now that they are no longer engorged, but still hold their shape well. Permanent breast growth was not and intended effect of her drugs.

Haruka quickly thinks, concocting a new, on-the-spot formula in her head, before fishing a collection of compounds out of her cloak and mixing them together diligently in hand. Murasaki fails to notice the mad scientist at work in front of her as she stares as the puddles on the floors, thinking of nothing. Haruka then sits down next to Murasaki, joining her closely on the tub, arms and breasts touching. Murasaki nervously looks up at Haruka.
"Did you enjoy that, my little dairy cow?"
Murasaki wants her to stop calling her that.
"P-Please... I'm not a cow..."
"Then what are you? What else could possibly produce so much milk as you?"
Murasaki starts feeling angry.
"...Well I'm not a cow... Haruka."
" 'Mistress' Haruka"
"...And you aren't a 'mistress' "
Murasaki mocks Haruka, saying 'mistress' in an insulting tone. Haruka completely hides her fury.

"You're hardly in any position to question your Mistress's authority, you know."
Haruka looks away, casually inspecting her moist hands as she addresses Murasaki. Murasaki mentally laughs at the thought, and plans how she'd like to dismember Haruka while dark energy begins to radiate from her body.
"Shinobi t-"
"-Did you already forget what you did yesterday?"
Haruka interrupts her, and Murasaki goes quiet.
"You did something very naughty to Mirai... coercing her into compromising our hideout. Is your mind even dark enough to imagine anything close to what Homura would do to Mirai if she found out?"
Murasaki's eyes widen, imagining all the terrible things her mind can come up with to hurt her best friend. It is even darker than Haruka realizes.
"Your mistress trusts you will keep everything secret, and your mistress will keep her end of the secret as well... if her little dairy cow will cooperate."
Murasaki stays silent, realizing she's being blackmailed with Mirai's wellbeing.
"Does her little dairy cow understand?"
"...Yes, Ha-"
Haruka glares at Murasaki
"-M-Mistress... Haruka."

"Good..."
Haruka smiles, then wraps her arms around her damp, not-exactly-willing partner, sharing her warmth. Murasaki grumbles.
"Take this, little dairy cow."
Haruka presents Murasaki with a tiny little glass vial in her palm. Its contents are neon-green and almost glowing. Murasaki eyes it skeptically.
"...What is that?"
"It's a... 'performance enhancer' for inefficient little dairy cows. You didn't come close to meeting your quotas today, and your mistress dreads to see you shipped off to the slaughterhouse..."
Murasaki doesn't like these euphemisms. She eyes Haruka skeptically. After a dozen seconds, Haruka smirks.
"...'oooh Homura it hurts... please... please just end it already'..."
Haruka briefly impersonates a suffering Mirai, giving Murasaki a reminder of her situation. Murasaki snatches the vial out of Haruka's open palms, and looks at it in her own hands, stalling again.
"...'nonono not another sword... Homura... Homura... URK'..."
Murasaki pulls off the cork. Haruka pauses her breathing and leans back, very cautious to not inhale any fumes. Murasaki smells its contents: they smell of nothing. She sips its contents: they taste of nothing. She drinks it entirely, not realizing the dangerously potent chemicals numbed her nose and tastebuds. Murasaki hands the vial back, and Haruka casually tosses it into a waste bin. Haruka can't believe that actually scared Murasaki: Homura would be mad but certainly wouldn't do anything like that.

"Now what?"
"Patience, my little dairy cow. Your medicine is already working its magic~"
Murasaki feels nothing, only Haruka's hands touching her chest again, kneading and pulling on her pliant, sensitive flesh. In a few moments, Murasaki's eyes widen. She Feels a strange sensation, like the cores of her breasts are trembling. The medicinally developed lactic glands withing her chest are being chemically manipulated, and start producing milk much faster than they naturally would. Murasaki bites her lip, feeling pressure well within her chest. Haruka smiles: she can feel Murasaki's breasts literally vibrate in her hands. Haruka fears her improvised concoction may be too powerful... but too powerful is still good. Haruka stops rubbing Murasaki's chest: there's clearly no longer any need to work the fast acting drug into her flesh anymore.

Haruka gets up, and stands facing Murasaki as she remains seated on the bathtub, watching the test run transpire intently. Murasaki looks around nervously, feeling her shaking breasts replenish themselves. The soft flesh fills out again, her skin puffing outward ever so slightly as it steadily produces milk. Soon, her skin is taught, her nipples swollen, they have reached their max capacity, but do not stop producing.
"O-Oh..."
With nowhere else to go, milk starts to pour from her nipples, slowly increasing in intensity as until they start to spray, dampening Haruka's feet.
"No, no, no."
Murasaki looks up, scared that she somehow displeased her Mistress. Haruka reaches into her cloak.
"I'll not have a naughty little dairy cow spoil a very important clinical trial with her impatience."
Haruka kneels down, eye-level with Murasaki's chest, her face precariously avoiding streams of milk that shoot past either side of her head. In her hands, she holds two tiny round metal clamps. Murasaki suddenly realizes Haruka's exact intent.
"...Ha-H-Mistress Haruka no!"
Haruka fastens the clamps on the base of Murasaki's nipples, crushing her milk ducts shut, ceasing the flow, Then stands back up to observe.
"Ow-w-w-w..."
Murasaki clutches her chest, then her eyes widen. Her nipples no longer spray but her production has not stopped. Her taught skin becomes tighter and her filled flesh becomes fuller. Her breasts begin to grow slowly, expanding themselves with milk.
"H-Ha! N-no!"
Murasaki grabs and pulls at the clamps keeping her nipples shut. Haruka sees this, and snaps her fingers.
"Stay still, cow!"

Behind Haruka, a figure rises. A mechanical creature with two thick, trunk-like arms attached to a spherical central body hover in the air. Murasaki sees its ominous metal face and and freezes. Haruka's unerringly loyal robotic servant diligently interprets its master's minimal command, hovering over the two girls heads and behind Murasaki with unnaturally efficient robotic movement. Its arms reach around the purple girl and firmly grabs her forearms with rubberized metal claws that are specialized for gentle manipulation of Haruka's more delicate subjects. It pulls Murasaki's arms away from her chest, holding them immovably in the air, then simply hovers motionlessly as it fulfills its command to keep Murasaki still. Murasaki budges her arms, but finds her robotic shackles to be immovable objects and goes limp in defeat.
"Good little dairy cows don't need to be restrained, you know."

Haruka observantly watches, as Murasaki slumps, looking down at her chest and enduringly grinding her teeth. As her soft flesh fills out, it becomes firm. The tissues inside her breast stretch, aided by the drug, securely storing increasingly excessive quantities of milk with little difficulty. The perky, teardrop shape of Murasaki's tits begin to fill, gradually rounding out as they grow larger and larger. Her soft pink areolae distend obscenely, sticking out to almost an inch struggling to contain the fluid buildup inside, while the very tips of her nipples gradually turn dry and purple, both blood and milk circulation restricted by the clamps. To say they are becoming engorged would be a gross understatement.
"M-Mistress... s-stop this..."
Murasaki trembles in her restraints, her already sensitive breasts are being pushed to past their limits in more ways than one. Murasaki's breasts are not in any pain, the elastifying effect of the drug makes it even easier to contain their product than they did before, but the drug does nothing to contain pleasure. The incomprehensible pressure in her expanding chest pushes her over the edge multiple times, leading her crotch to become damp and moist by its own juices.

A few more minutes of silence pass. Murasaki quietly groans trying to desperately trying not to scream in pleasure. Haruka merely observes her drugs effects. Murasaki feels the tight flesh of her obscene, trembling bust brushing against the fabric of her sweatpants, filling up so much they are large enough to sit on her legs, then notices they tremble no more. Haruka waits a minute, confirming their expansion stopped.

Murasaki's udders have grown grotesquely gigantic. Each firm, round orb hangs off her chest in a crowded manner, bumping into each other lewdly as they push one another outwards. Murasaki slouches down, able to relieve herself of their weight by sitting them heavily on her lap. Her elasticized, blushing skin is stretched taught, with no signs of veins underneath, but her nipples do not seem to have grown at all. Haruka estimates them to be a little over a foot in diameter each. Haruka extends a finger, prodding the skin, and letting a husky moan out of Murasaki's sealed lips.
"h-h-oooh..."
The flesh gives easily, feeling soft but very strong and springy: the pressure inside hasn't made them rigidly firm. Haruka proudly inhales the smell of milk permeating the room as she smiles: so far her new drug is a complete success.

"My little dairy cow has done very well~"
Haruka kneels down, sitting on her knees, placing her head against Murasaki's right breast. She presses her ear to the flesh, and hears the relaxing noise of blood flowing healthily within. She touches Murasaki's tender skin with both hands.
"G-oh god... M-Mistress... please let it out..."
" 'Let it out'? whatever do you mean by this, my little dairy cow?"
Murasaki looks down at her right breast, and seeing Haruka naughtily smiling up at her, her arms wrapped around the single tit, caressing it.
"M-m-m...m-m..."
"Yes, what is it, cow?"
"M-Mi... M-Milk me... p-please..."
"And who exactly do you want to milk you?"
"Y-You..."
"Me?"
Haruka raises her eyebrows at Murasaki in a condescending manner.
"...P-Please milk me... Mistress Haruka..."

"Oh... I don't know. I quite like their new size... I could leave them like this forever~."
Murasaki becomes scared, believing Haruka's taunt. Haruka sticks her tongue out and licks the round breast.
"You're quite tasty, though... Maybe I feel... a little peckish?"
Murasaki begs.
"P-Please... just milk them already, Mistress Haruka."
"Oh, getting pushy are we?.. Well, for that, I'd let you sit longer..."
Haruka shakes Murasaki's tit back and forth, sloshing it in her hands. She licks her lips.
"...But all this fresh milk is too tempting to resist~"

Haruka adjusts herself before Murasaki's gigantic udder, and sits eye to "eye" with Murasaki's purple right teat. She presses both hands into the flesh around Murasaki's areolae, steadying her nipple. Haruka's horny breathing is ragged, expelling hot breaths onto Murasaki's tender skin. She touches her lips against the purple nub, kissing it gently. Murasaki wants to keep begging for release, but keeps silent, scarred that Haruka will take longer if she's bothered. Haruka pokes her tongue out, and gives the dry, purple teat a lick, making Murasaki bite her lips shut. Haruka wraps her lips around it, and sucks it very gently, playfully, knowing full and well that milk will not come out. She does this for a while.

The throbbing sensation on Murasaki's restricted nipple is making her head spin, she cannot endure this torment.
"...M-Mistress Haruka... T... The..."
Haruka pops her lips off of the spit-laden teat.
"...T-The cl-clamps... Mistress Haruka..."
"Ah... silly me."
Haruka runs a hand over to the nipple, touching the metal clamp with her fingers. She pushes and twists it, Watching Murasaki's nipple tremble just before her mouth. Murasaki forces herself to keep quiet, worried that another interruption will anger Haruka, allowing her to keep playing with her food. Haruka intently stares, preparing herself to make a timed movement.

In one swift, instantaneous motion, Haruka pops the clamp open letting it fall to the ground as it springs off, and snaps her lips around the teat, biting down on them again with her teeth before even a drop of fluid can escape. Murasaki hisses, feeling relief for a brief second then torment anew. Haruka finds she must bite down much harder than she expected: the fluid pressure within is simply that strong. Haruka leers up at Murasaki's face. It is anguished: her sensitive body has become too much for her. Haruka wiggles her jaw left and right, twisting and rolling Murasaki's nipple back and forth against her hard teeth. Murasaki winces in agonizing delight. Haruka draws her head back, pulling on the teat. Murasaki bites her lip in painful pleasure. Haruka flutters her wet tongue against the tip. Murasaki finally moans. Haruka begins to feel genuine hunger and releases her bite. Murasaki screams.
"HaaAAaa~!"

Haruka's eyes widen. In a few instants, her mouth is flooded with white. Her cheeks puff outward, hot milk gushing out around her unprepared lips. Haruka withdraws from Murasaki's tit, unable to keep the nipple in her mouth and coughing after almost choking. Murasaki's mouth opens, moaning gleefully from release. Haruka's face is being hosed down with a torrent of milk that spatters against her scrunched lips, eyes and nose. The hot, plentiful liquid flows down her wincing face, pouring off her chin and landing on her bosom, seeping through the pink fabric restraining her chest. The warm milk filters through Haruka's cleavage, running down her stomach and dripping off her doubly wet, milk soaked crotch, onto the cold floor.

Murasaki pants in ecstasy, squirming within her restraints, unable to do anything but let her aching tit relieve pressure on its own onto her mistress' face. After a moment of enduring the hot facial, Haruka opens her lips, trying to catch some with her mouth rather than her face. Some thick streams of heavy cream patter on Haruka's tongue as it wiggles excitedly, coating all its surface with the white substance pooling in her mouth. Murasaki's milk is sugary sweet, heavy and fatty like cream should be and steaming hot, making Haruka's mouth water at the mere flavour. A complete success.

Haruka's open lips approach the trembling teat, ready to drink from them properly. her lips wrap around it, silencing the sound of liquid pattering her face and dripping on the floor. The thick creamy milk fills Haruka's mouth quickly, then flows away, draining down Haruka's throat as she swallows. Haruka's mouth is quickly refilled by the firehose of a nipple, and the cycle repeats new. Murasaki's moans deeply, her lactation becoming more pleasurable now that it's aided by lips. The pressure in her tight breast fluctuates rhythmically, her udder throbbing each time Haruka sucks. Murasaki feels Haruka's wet lips wiggling around her areolae on the base of her burgeoning nipple, coating them in opaque white spit, and Haruka's rough tongue licking and lapping fresh milk off her gushing teat, pushing it around her mouth.

Haruka shuts her eyes in relaxation. Faint suckling sounds fill the room as Haruka drinks hungrily. She savours and revels the sweet taste of Murasaki's milk as it passes through her mouth. Haruka begins to feel warm, with Murasaki's hot milk slowly filling her empty stomach and radiating its heat through her body. Murasaki's breaths calm, her sensitive tit being handled so gently and pleasurably makes her arousal more subtle and understated, but stronger: Murasaki enjoys being treated gently. Murasaki calmly watches her inflated tit reduce in size little by little, and an odd, motherly feeling begins to fill her mind as she breastfeeds Haruka. Their roles feel reversed to Murasaki, intently watching Haruka's smiling face as she hungrily drinks. She almost begins to imagine Haruka being held in her arms, nursing her mistress as though she were her child. Murasaki lewdly smiles, her lips trembling open in lust and feeling her crotch dampen with arousal from her rather tame fantasies.

Haruka continues to suckle hungrily for the next few minutes, eventually feeling the flow of milk slow down, but continue strongly nonetheless. Murasaki's soft tit becomes smaller and smaller as Haruka continues to empty it, drawing Haruka closer to her body as she clings to her nipple, sucking harder to compensate for the weaker flow. Murasaki feels her child-like mistress becoming greedy, and imagines herself soothingly stroking her head to calm her. Soon, the flow of milk reduces to a trickle on Haruka's tongue, and sooner still, stops completely. Murasaki's right breast has been emptied of milk, and has returned to the shape and size is was before ingesting Haruka's experimental drug. Murasaki sighs in relief, feeling Haruka fruitlessly suckle for more.
"Hah... M-Mistress Haruka... I-I'm empty..."
Murasaki calmly tells her mistress that dinner is over, and Haruka opens her eyes in surprise, slowly stopping sucking: She didn't even realize the milk stopped. The exceptionally relaxed and well-fed mistress got lost in the moment... partially because she was actually quite starved, what with not having eaten since Mirai's leftover chips and all. She was too preoccupied with her meal to even roughhouse the milky teat, and didn't even get the chance to force Murasaki to moo or anything.

Murasaki smiles warmly at Haruka as drowsy her mistress gathers her thoughts, but realizes she is not yet empty finished after all. She looks over to her left, and sees her second, much larger breast is still brimming with milk, the clamp holding it full all this time. Murasaki becomes pleasurably aware of the pressure held within the other half of her lopsided chest, and longs to continue feeding her mistress once more.
"Mistress Haruka... my other breast..."
Haruka's eyes leer over to the right, and see the gargantuan udder next to her head: She forgot about that. But Haruka feels stuffed already, her plush stomach sticking out ever so slightly further than usual, slightly overfilled with liters of nutritious warm milk. Not wishing to tarnish the flavour Murasaki's delicious milk in her mind by gorging herself on it, Haruka feels disinterested with her second course.

Haruka pops her lips off Murasaki's drained teat, her mouth and chin covered with thick white spittle, and looks up.
"Mmm... what of it?"
Murasaki calmly asks
"...I'd like you to milk it too... Mistress Haruka..."
"Oh? Still pushy are we?"
Murasaki apologetically frowns, but nods.
"Oh... sorry, but I do feel quite stuffed..."
Haruka brings a hand to her messy mouth, miming an inaudible burp to drive her point home.
"...I couldn't possibly have any more~"
"Oh... I see... then... take your time and digest... Mommy will be ready to feed you when you're hungry again~"
Still in her fantasy world, Murasaki calmly reassures Haruka that this is alright, and smiles lovingly at Haruka.

Mommy? Haruka was taken off guard by that... then feels slightly embarrassed on realizing she did just feast like a baby. Haruka quickly corrects her train of thought. Murasaki is supposed to feel anguish and torment from her overfilled udder, but she seems quite calm, smiling down on her with a warm, loving look on her face that upsets Haruka. Did her drug have some sort of tranquilizing side effect? Maybe from the elasticizing agents? They shouldn't have: those compounds specifically do not tranquilize. Haruka begins to smell strange lust on Murasaki, and sees Murasaki's eyes practically filled with adoration looking down on her. Haruka feels uncomfortable, knowing the situation slipped out of hand somewhat. Haruka theorizes that her drug must have had some sort of strong aphrodisiac properties, or possibly some sort of hallucinogenic effect. Haruka does not realize that her actions, not her drugs, are setting Murasaki's dormant, motherly nature free.

Murasaki rocks her left leg back and forth, wobbling the engorged udder that sits on top of it.
"Do eat soon... Mistress Haruka... Mommy's breast is feeling pretty full..."
Haruka does not like hearing Murasaki call herself 'mommy'. It makes her skin crawl.
"R-Right. W-well. Your mistress... is... um..."
Haruka stammers. Her tongue has lost its wit. She looks around uncharacteristically nervously, eyes darting around Murasaki's body, trying to look away from her, and realizes she is uncomfortably close. Haruka gets up, and backs away from Murasaki. Murasaki's smiling face watches Haruka stand up off the wet floor.
"I-I... I'm gonna just c-clean off, m-m-mom...C-COW!.."
Haruka turns around on the spot. Her face is red with sudden embarrassment that she will not allow Murasaki to see.
"...Are you alright, Mistress Haruka?"
"Y-YES. J-just... d-deal with it yourself, m-m..."
Haruka seals her lips shut, then walks over to the sink. She rubs drying milk off the mirror with a moist handtowel and looks at herself. Her brown hair is moist and dark, her face caked in milk, with an especially thick layer around her lips and chin. The front of her outfit is drenched in milk, as are her panties. She looks like a messy child. Haruka looks at herself more closely in the mirror. Her lips are trembling in discomfort and her eyes are worried. 'Mommy' really has her bothered.
"...Oh... Mistress Haruka... Mommy's still stuck..."
Murasaki gently wiggles in her restraints, trying to break free but failing.

Haruka obediently snaps her finger. Her robot instantly releases its grip on Murasaki then disappears back into nothingness to wait for new orders. Haruka starts the water running in the sink and tries her best to ignore Murasaki as she starts cleaning her face.





"...aaah..."
Murasaki sighs happily on being released. Weakened by her arousal and her unusual balance, her bottom slips backwards off the edge of the bathtub, causing her to fall into the tub itself with a painless thud. By pure chance, the vibrations of this thud knock the nearby drain plug into place in the bathtub. Murasaki finally slides off her purple sweatpants, along with the soaked purple panties while she adjusts herself to be sitting, kicking them over the side of the tub with her feet. She sees her sealed breast sitting on her naked lap, partially obscuring her purple crotch and still dauntingly full of mother's milk.

Murasaki's begins to gently caress herself with her soft hands, gently massaging her tight skin as she works her way to her nipple. She tenderly rubs her areola with all ten fingers, then wraps her fingers around the metal clamp on her nipple. After a brief moment playing with it, Murasaki figures out how to remove it. Murasaki casually flicks the metal clip away as her stuffed nipple starts gushing hot  milk into her lap.
"...oh my... oh my..."
Murasaki moans, and rubs her leaking breast, kneading it gently but efficiently, urging milk out even faster, covering her thighs in a cascade of white. She rubs her palms across her nipple, moaning from the pleasure as she coats her hands in warm milk. Murasaki stops caressing herself, and gently grabs her teat using both hands. She pulls her nipple upward, briefly spraying a heavy stream of milk over the side bathtub and onto the floor, before aiming it at her face, attempting to bring her to her open mouth. But she finds it cannot reach, her nipple is too far away. Instead, she merely sprays herself in the face instead, sticking her tongue out to try and catch as much of her own milk as she can, savoring its sweet taste on her tongue, but unhappy that she cannot have its source instead. After a moment showering her lewd face in milk, Murasaki lets go of her nipple, letting it swing back down to spray her thighs again.

Murasaki still feels the urge to suck on something. Her hands trail off to her smaller, right breast, and effortlessly lift it up, bringing her empty nipple to her mouth. Her lips latch on, and she begins to suck and lick on her right nipple, only able to taste faint traces of milk and her child's spit, but able to feel vast pleasure as well. Murasaki's hands let go of her tit, holding it up with her lips. Her right hand returns to her gushing left teat, but her left hand does not. Instead, it slides underneath her full breast, and finds her hairy crotch.

Murasaki's pleasure grows fourfold. Her drained nipple tingling in delight from being sucked on, her pussy leaking clear juices from being rubbed, her creamy teat throbbing in ecstasy from being stroked and pulled on as it floods the bathtub with milk. And lastly, Murasaki's mind is filled with psychological pleasure, imagining herself as a naughty housewife, playing with her body while her husband is away, selfishly pleasuring herself with milk meant for her child. her vanilla fantasies amplify her pleasure, and she masturbates with growing vigor. Murasaki tilts to the side, and lays down tits up in the bathtub in a shallow pool of milk and sexual fluid. Her milky tit faces upward, squirting hot milk in to air above to warmly rain back down on her as she continues rubbing and sucking herself.

Murasaki soon feels her left breast growing pliant in her hand, shrinking down as it empties itself. Murasaki lets go of her right tit, and guides her left nipple to her mouth, easily snatching in her lips. She berates herself mentally, calling herself a horrible mother for greedily stealing her baby's milk, but she just can't stop sucking the sweet cream out of herself. She proudly enjoys her milk, thinking it to be the most delicious thing she's ever tasted, savouring the heavy cream on her palate each and every time she swallows, gorging herself. Murasaki's pussy begins to tremble in climax under her fingers, gushing orgasmic fluid into the puddle of milk: a more outwardly obvious way that Murasaki is experiencing pure bliss.





Haruka looks at herself in the mirror. Her face is wiped clean, her drying, clean hair is straightened out again, her pink and white outfit is stained with milk. Her nervous green eyes feign confidence to themselves. Haruka feels ready to return to Murasaki. She shuts off the faucet and turns to look at Murasaki. She even thought of a smart thing to say to her.

Haruka walks over, and sheepishly looks down at the purple girl, eyes widening in surprise. Murasaki is fully nude and writhing in a shallow pool of her own milk and juices, obscenely playing with her privates as she continues suckling on her left tit, deeply lost in her sexual fantasies. She is almost elegant and beauteous in her milk bath, like some strange goddess of fertility in its domain. Her breast has shrunken down to its normal size, making her chest look more symmetrical. It is nearly empty, and being sucked on for only traces of milk. Her face looks like she's in heaven.
"U-Ud... C-co..."
Haruka purses her lips together in embarrassment, immediately forgetting her 'smart thing' and realizing she can only manage to stutter. Murasaki pops the nipple out of her mouth, and casually ceases to touch herself. She looks up at her baby and smiles.
"Ah... Mistress... you caught mommy being naughty~"
Haruka freezes, instinctively feeling like she's about to be punished by her mother.
"Your little treat..."
Murasaki's girlcum and milk soaked hands rub her drained chest, feeling them all over and covering them in a sheen of milky white fluids.
"...Your little treat made mommy feel so good... do you have any more~?"

Haruka obediently listens to her mother, and pulls more vials from her coat, and begins replicating the exact formula per her mother's indirect but clear request. Her mother coos.
"...Mommy wants a lot more... sweetie..."
Haruka scratches her head, what did mother mean by this? Double strength? Triple? Quintuple?.. Decuple? No. Sixtuple strength. A sixtuple strength formula would please her mother the most. Haruka diligently modifies the formula for her mother, and is left with a glowing purple substance that seemingly radiates energy. 'Surely this will please mother' Haruka thinks to herself, dreading the thought of it not pleasing mother.

Haruka's trembling hand presents the new formula to her mother, and her mother slowly extends her hand to take it. As soon as she does, Haruka withdraws her hand fearfully from her mother. Haruka looks around, petrified, as her mother examines the bottle. Haruka feels a sudden burst of courage, and darts out the bathroom door, leaving her mother by herself as she starts crying in terror: the image of her mother being seen in such a way is haunting her mind.





"...What exotic little treats my precious doll finds~"
Murasaki opens the vial, letting out a haze of thick fumes. She opens her mouth, and pours the mixture inside, swallowing it in one gulp. Murasaki feels giddy, excited, and carelessly tosses the vial to the floor hearing it clink and bounce away. Murasaki hums in pleasure, feeling it changing her body already. After briefly rubbing her breasts, she picks each of them up and pulls her nipples to her lips, anxiously nibbling on them as she waits for something to happen. In a few seconds, she feels her breasts rumble, and begins suckling. Piping hot cream fills her mouth almost instantly, and she swallows diligently, drinking milk as fast as she can produce it, her hot breasts filling her stomach with hot milk. Soon, Murasaki's breasts start to produce milk faster than she can swallow, and Murasaki's cheeks gradually puff out, filling with backed up milk, until it escape out her lips, dribbling into her cleavage in increasing volumes as she messily drinks.

Sooner still, Murasaki's breasts begin to produce milk faster than they can lactate, and start growing in size again. Her skin and flesh stretches elastically once more, as her tits balloon outwards, filling with exponential pressure. Murasaki's engorged nipples pop out of her mouth against her will, swinging forward as they shoot a deluge of hot milk from her growing chest into the air.
"A-a-ah... mommy's making so much milk!"
Murasaki squeezes her nipples, feeling them grow bigger and bigger in her hands as they gush harder to the rhythm of her squeezing. Her trembling tits loudly flood the tub, the once shallow pool of hot cream engulfs her legs, then her thighs, then touches the very breasts it originates from as it creeps up her stomach, bathing her in white milk. Murasaki can no longer reach her nipples and begins rubbing whatever growing flesh she can touch, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her tits. She feels the sides of her breasts touching the either side of the warm bathtub, still growing despite already reaching impossible sizes.
"A-aha... mommy wants to feed the world..."
The pool of milk raises higher in the bath, passing over the spill drain unaffected, bathing herself entire with milk and beginning to flood over the edge of the bath and onto the floor, showing no sign of slowing down. Underneath two blushing, gigantic orbs of trembling, gushing titflesh, Murasaki's pussy quakes in its milkbath, orgasming countless times in succession as Murasaki's gigantic, hypersensitive tits are trying to reach nirvana.





After finishing yet another game, Mirai's hand feels its way around the pizza boxes as she watches the credits, looking for a new slice. She looks down, and sees no pizza left. She reaches for a rootbeer, and realizes both bottles are empty.
"...How long has Murasaki been gone for..."
Mirai checks the time. It's 5AM on the dot. Mirai's eye widens.
"D-Did she... is she coming back?"
Mirai looks around nervously.
"S-Should I... go?"
Mirai shuts off the console.
"I-I think I should go."
Mirai gets up and leaves.