The Cereal Story

It was around noon or so when Wren realized she had skipped breakfast. Ever since she woke up this morning she was busy working on a new machine, and she had gotten so enthralled in her craft that the thought of food hadn't even crossed her mind. Wren didn't even realize she hadn't eaten anything until she glanced up at the clock and felt her stomach rumble.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and after Kira nagged her about her habit of missing breakfast, Wren made sure to eat some toast or bacon as soon as she could. In this case, it was way too soon, but better late than never right?

After working tirelessly all morning, Wren figured the best way to reenergize this breakfast was to eat some cereal. Besides, she hadn't had any in while, she kind of missed the taste.

Wren scoured the pantry for any cereal and found a box of "Bio-o's," the bio engineered cereal loops made from genetically modified plankton, made to taste exactly like the sugariest wheat flakes without the hastle of having to farm plants like some neanderthal. She poured a generous amount into a bowl and made her way to fridge down the hall to get some nice, cold milk. However, standing right between the kitchen and the hall was Kira, her face more flushed than usual.

"Hey, Wren!" Kira greeted, cheerfully, "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm getting breakfast." Wren replied.

"Oh, cool. Cool." Kira said.

They both stood there, silently and awkwardly for a few seconds.

"So... uh, if you could just... move?" Wren asked, "I need some mi-"

"We ran out." Kira interjected suddenly.

"Wait, seriously? I could've sworn we had a full ju-... uh..."

Wren stopped mid sentence to stare at Kira's chest. Unsurprisingly, it was massive, each breast about twice as big as her head. Kira had her arms outstretched, her hands resting on her waist, clearly trying to ecentuate her mammoth tits as much as she could. Her nipples resembled soda cans, they were incredibly erect and poked through her shirt so hard it was straining it. And right where her nipples were, two damp, dark spots where rapidly growing and soaking her shirt.

"Uh..., Kira?"

"Well, I'm such a good roomate and all, and you can't possibly eat your cereal dry!"

Kira started to press her arms together, squeezing and jiggling her cleavage. The wet spots on her shirt were increasing in size at an even faster rate, by now her entire shirt was soaked with milk. Wren could hear them audibly sloshing with each press of Kira's arms. A thin stream of white liquid began to seep through her shirt.

"You can't be serious." Groaned Wren.

"Come on!" Kira grabbed her left breast and squeezed it softly. Her already erect nipple lengthened as a jet of milk shot out through her clothes, staining the wall behind Wren as she stood there silently, quietly thinking "What the fuck?"

"Your cereal needs a little somethin'!" Kira exclaimed, as she pulled down her shirt to reveal her utterly massive milk soaked tits. A constant stream of milk spewed from her nipples, creating a sizable puddle on the floor. On their own, her mammaries could fill a gallon jug in around a minute,

With a little difficulty, Kira hoisted her fat tits by the nipples and struggled to aim them at Wren's cereal bowl, who stood there, gawking and blushing at the sight before her. Kira wrapped her hands around her nipples and, taking a moment to squee in anticipation of the pleasure about to befall her, tightly squeezes them in front of the bowl.

Almost instantly, a gallon's worth of milk sprays out of each of Kira's hardened nipples. Even one nipple would totally flood the bowl, with two is just created a complete mess. Milk flew everywhere, like some sort of white explosion. Mostly the cereal was thrown out by the sheer force of the milk being expulsed by Kira's gargantuan udders. Wren was essentially in the splash zone, and got a decent spray of collateral milk soaking her clothes and skin. Kira bite her lower lip and moaned loudly as milk continued to torrent out of her.

When Kira could feel the stream coming to an end, she squeezed her nipples a second time, even harder than before. She ended up lurching a little and the lance of white liquid veered from its intended target of the bowl and right onto Wren's crotch.

"Augh! Kira! The bowl!" Wren chastised, trying her hardest to hide the fact that she was getting extremely aroused by this.

"Ahm... Ahm tr... try..." Kira moaned, attempting to form a coherent sentence." "Ahm... tryyaaaaHHHNN~ <3" Kira squeezed a third time, this time pushing her hands deeper into her swollen breasts and unleashing an even greater torrent of milk onto Wren.

This continued for couple of minutes, Kira milking gallons of her breast milk onto Wren, trying in vain to land most of it in the bowl as it continued to soak the walls, floor, and Wren. By now, Wren has been thouroughly soaked, her hair and clothes absolutely sopping with Kira's breast milk. A large glistening wet spot was pooling in Kira's pants, and were it not for the fact that Wren was drenched with milk, a spot would be forming in her pants too.

After a few minutes of this, Kira began to noticably pick up the pace of her milking. Her hands pulled on her nipples more forcefully and rapidly as her breasts began to slosh even louder. Her already monstrous titties were beginning to grow in size.

Wren tried to speak up over the sound of milk being sprayed and Kira's breasts sloshing, "Uh... Kira?"

Unfortunately, Kira was too far gone in pleasure to even hear her. Her breast milk started to trickle down, and it became clear that Kira was on the throes of orgasm. Noticing the decreasing torrent of milk, Kira began to milk her tits even more rapidly, desperately wanting to cum.

"Come on, come on!" Kira agonizingly moaned, as she continued to pick up the already rapid pace of her milking. The stream of breast milk had gone down to a trickle, as her mammaries continued to rapidly swell, until they were the size of yoga balls and her nipples the size of plates. The sloshing noise emminating from them resembling a cacophony of water balloons.

Finally, Kira was on the brink of orgasm, and she outstreched her arms, tits in hand, to prepare for a powerful thrusting motion. Wren braced herself.

As Kira thrusted her hands as deep as they could possibly go into her breasts, a veritable eruption of breast milk spewed from her absolutely massive udders. Several bathtubs worth of milk was blasted onto Wren, as she could do nothing but take the brunt of it. Kira's mind was filled with nothing but absolute pleasure as her eyes rolled up into her skull and her tongue lolled out. The torrent lasted for what seemed like half a minute before Kira need to milk her breasts again, each spurt producing significantly less milk than before until her tits shrunk to their original size.

After both Wren and Kira came to, they realize they were now standing knee deep in breast milk. The hallway and kitchen were positively flooded. The milk soaked Wren stared angrily at Kira while the red haired geneticist simply shrugged.

"Hey, next time we can do it outside."