FINALLY, I update my thread with an update!!
Art by CinderBH
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Chapter 8 - Whitney the Beast Titan
Moomoo Farms, a small ranch located on Route 39 of Johto where the main production was the nutritious milk of a small group of happy Miltanks. It was also a spot where a happy skipping pink haired girl was making her way towards, rhythmically swaying her outstretched hands at her sides back and forth. Every once in a while, the famed young pinkette gymleader liked to take a break from manning her Normal Type Pokémon Gym in the bustling Goldenrod City and take some time to help tend to the adorable pink bovine Pokémon.
After greeting the other farmhands, Whitney made her way into the barn.
“Morning Moomoo~” She patted the prized Miltank and gave her a small handful of Oran berries. “Feeling full today, are we? Well, just give me a minute and I’ll… huh?” Whitney glanced over to the other corner of the barn, right by the water faucet where the hay was piled up. A ray of sunlight beamed down from a hole in the roof as if something had crashed through it. The farm girl did say that something spooked Moomoo and her sisters last night, but just assumed it was a frisky Murkrow or something that damaged the roof. But the more Whitney drew closer to the hay pile, the more she could see a faint white glimmer under the dried grass.
“What have we here...?” she said curiously as she searched through it, finding a peculiar round object the size of a softball. It could almost be mistaken for the cueball of a billiard table; it was white with a slight iridescent tint, like a huge pearl, but less tarnished and dull-colored compared to an actual one.
She rubbed it on her shirt to polish it, and smiled as she held it out in the light. “Cool!” Moomoo also looked rather pleased upon seeing it, mooing happily. However, The more Whitney stared at it and her reflection on its surface, the more the pinkette girl seemed to become entranced by it. Before she knew what she was doing, she held the stone under the faucet and washed it, cleaning it like an apple that fell on the ground…
“Mmm… this looks… tasty.” She said as her eyes glazed over, her cute pouty lips parting as she held the white stone to her mouth and sank her teeth into it!
Her teeth punctured the surface like the skin of an apple as white creamy juices gushed into her mouth as she chewed on the first bite. The stone seemed to be some kind of strange fruit, almost like a cross between a Leppa and a Topo berry, but its juices tasting like rich milk along with the sweet, tangy fruit taste. She found herself sticking her fingers in her mouth one by one, making sure to lap up all the juices of the delicious pearl-fruit, only to blink as she stared at her now clean hand.
“Did…. did I just eat that!?” she stared incredulously at Moomoo, who gave a curious nod; not really confused at all by the human eating a peculiar stone that had been resting in a barn all night. Whitney frowned and gave a sad groan “It was... good, but what was it? Awww.... I wanted to show it to Samantha during… lunch.” She rubbed her slim tummy as it gave a loud growl. “Aw geez, I’m hungrier than I thought. This is what I get for skipping breakfast.” she whined “Well, sorry to rush this, but I need feeding time as much as you guys.” She then proceeded to milk Moomoo and her sisters, trying not to let her building appetite rush her through the ordeal.
“Hokay, there we go…” Whitney panted, setting down the milk buckets she amassed near the exit. “Jeez, you girls were overflowing today, I’m so proud of you~” she cooed as she scratched Moomoo behind the ears. “Now if you’ll excuse me… um…” Another stomach growl roared out as she looked down to one of the buckets. Again she was slipping into a trance while staring at the sloshing creamy liquid… Without a second though she leaned down, dunking her face right into it and drinking in large gulps. She gave of a few pleased groans as the warm milk rushed down her throat, feeding her terrible hunger, if only a little. She hardly noticed as her already sizable C-cup breasts began to slowly swell with every single gulp, as if the liquid was all going to her breasts. She was soon holding the entire bucket up and tilting it more and more as if she was drinking from a giant cup. She let out a pleased gasp as she finally set the empty container down.
“So yummy~!...” her head finally began to clear as she stared at the bottom of the bucket. Her tummy wasn't even aching a little even though she had just drunk about a gallon or so of whole Miltank milk. What also caught her attention was a somewhat larger set of breasts meeting her vision the more she looked down. What were once moderately large pairs of oranges now looked like oversized grapefruits at a heaving DD cup. Her soft flesh billowing over her straining bra as it painfully pressed into her back and pushed noticeably more against her white buttoned baseball shirt. Her blue levi shorts also felt a bit snugger; hugging her slightly wider hips and more pillowed backside, they were now tightly hugging her legs, with her panties wedging between them.
“Wh-what happened?” she said in a panic… a panic that was slowly fading as she cupper her enlarged bust “Wh-whoa… awesome!” she cheered, reaching into her black undershirt and quickly unhooking her bra and plucking it out. “That fruit and milk… it gave me bigger boobs!?” she said to herself as she put her bra away in her Miltank-print purse. She gave a joyous squee of anticipation as she skipped out of the barn and made her way down to her bike. Every hop and step on the way made her new unsupported bust jiggle; it was a little sore after a while, but somehow it just felt right to her. It made her feel a sense of pride; she was already one of the bustiest Gym Leaders in the Pokémon League, or at least in Johto and now she had even more to brag about. She couldn't wait to show her friend… and as her growling stomach reminded her, she also couldn’t wait to get something more solid in her tummy.
A few agonizing hours later, Whitney bounced her way through Goldenrod City’s streets, her stomach aching to be filled as she reached her destination. She entered a new snazzy sitdown restaurant, Leppacombee’s; some kind of “casual dining bar and grill”, whatever that meant. Either way, she was famished so she made her way in, looking for her friend.
“Yoo-hoo~! Whitney, over here!” A dark blond long-haired woman in a black and pink dress waved her over to her table. “Like, it’s about time you got here, girlfriend. Hard day at the ranch?”
“You could say that, Samantha.” Whitney replied, sitting down and burying her face in the menu Samantha was one of the self-proclaimed beauty class trainers that helped her out at her gym.
“It’s a long story.” Whitney's stomach growled again.
“Wow, sounds like you swallowed an Exploud, girl.” Samantha giggled. “Do we need to order some appetizers-?”
“YES!” Whitney snapped eagerly, waving their waiter down to place her order “Let’s get two samplers! What would you like?”
Samantha blinked “Er…a salad?”
“Oh yeah, one for me too with chicken and extra dressing!”
Minutes later they were served their banquet of a first course, consisting of a chicken salad, boneless buffalo wings, fried mozzarella sticks, quesadilla wedges and spinach dip with taco chips; Samantha on the other hand just had a Caesar salad.
“So… um… this is gonna be your main meal or something?” Samantha said stunned as Whitney proceeded to wolf down her assorted treats one by one.
“No… mmm… it’s only an appetizer!” she said between tugging at the dangling cheese of a cheese-stick with her teeth. “You want a bite?”
“I'll... I'll pass, thank you.” Samantha stared incredulously as she even licked the dipping sauce cups clean. Distracted by the speed and slight sloppiness with which her boss’ pre-meal disappeared, she hardly noticed – even as she went to work on her jumbo salad – that Whitney’s bust had once again started its merry way along the alphabet. Once sizable grapefruits, her now braless mounds were free to swell outward against her two layers of clothing; even with both, her nipples were starting to become visible by the time her mounds grew to the size of cantaloupes and beyond, like she had smuggled two acorns in there against her ballooning bosom. She wiggled in her seat as her cute bubble butt pushed more and more against her short shorts. Her belly button starting to become exposed as both her waistline was beginning to be pulled down by her widening hips and billowing cheeks, and by her black shirt raising higher up her torso from her now larger than melon-sized tits. Even her legs were starting to grow thicker, threatening to split her shorts’ hems while giving her a bit of a cameltoe.
“Mmmm, I love this place!” she said as she set down her fork after impaling countless lettuce leaves and chicken slices. “Hokay! Now onto the main course!”
“W-w-whitney, like, d-don’t you think you should slow down?” Samantha was still barely done with her own salad by the time she was ordering more food.
“Nonsense, it's Saturday” she cheered “...Well, almost Saturday. Who cares? I can totally afford it! Don’t even think of splitting the tab!” the waiter nearly dropped his plate upon seeing Whitney’s altered bust when he came back; her melons were nearing the size of watermelons, if not the size of her head. The pinkette gym leader looked absolutely oblivious to this, even as Samantha pointed with her mouth agape and stammered.
Whitney was presented with a bountiful feast of a seafood pasta of shrimp, lobster and scallops, a triple cheeseburger with bacon and smothered with three cheeses, and seven layer tacos. Samantha hardly touched her own pasta; blindly poking the noodles with her fork as she saw the food before her simultaneously disappearing and inches upon inches of titflesh appearing in their place on the table.
“O-OK seriously Whitney” Samantha raised her voice by the time her now head sized boss’s mounds, with her acorn-sized nips swelling as well, backed up by bulging widening areola. “Something’s really messed up about this, you’re packing away food like… like a Snorlax or something, l-let alone your boobs!”
“Mmph~?” Whitney was still immersed in her meal and the medley of different flavors, a noodle dangling from her lips and her sauce-stained cheeks puffed out, which she quickly cleaned with her napkin. Upon looking down though… and feeling the cool, solid sensation of the table counter holding up her tits as they pushed her plates away… she swallowed hard and gave a yelp of surprise.
“Holy Miltank!! What happened to me!?” she cried out, scooting back in her seat and only now noticing she felt as though she was sitting on a massive cushion. She heard a few ripping noises as her thicker legs now began to split her pants apart at the hems. Her ass billowed out of the waistline of her shorts until it began to split down the middle, exposing her white panties now wedged between her couch cushion-sized cheeks, which were starting to overflow her chair.
“I dunno!” Samantha stammered. “You just started growing while you were packing on the pounds.”
Whitney paused… before grabbing her fork and gulping down another huge bundle of noodles and shellfish, cooing at the creamy, noodley, fishy flavor that seemed to get better with every bite. She shuddered, now aware of the changes; she could feel her body growing ever so slightly curvier. She reached down and found that even her tummy was starting to stick out a bit; not a whole lot to the point of a beer belly or anything like that, but a definite prominent softness to it compared to her old flat stomach. This caused her to frown as she slid off of her seat, trying to ignore her jiggling and now sloshing bust as she stood up… also now noticing she was at least a foot taller as well.
“T-tell me honestly…” she said as she struggled with her straining top, her buttons now struggling to hold back her massive bust with her third button down clinging to the underside of her boobs and her slightly chubby tummy on full display. “D-do I look…” her eyes began to water “Do I look ugly like this?”
Samantha stared breathless for a long time, just staring at the massive curvaceous woman before her as her tits continued billowing outward. She rushed to her boss’s side and tried to place a hand on her shoulder. “N-no way! No freakin' way.” She exclaimed as she noticed that even her black and blue striped socks were starting to split from her thicker calves. “Y-you’re… wow…” Samantha placed a hand on the nearest tit and pressed it into her billowing flesh, noticing the strange sloshing sensation as Whitney moaned, feeling her thumb sized nipples atop her teacup areola gush with a warm liquid that made wet spots grow on her shirt. “A-amazing… It’s kinda weird but…wow.” She said incredulously, sitting back down in her chair.
“Y-you really like me being this huge?” Whitney blushed while still picking up her cheeseburger in one hand and munching on it.
“Well… yeah! You look amazing!”
“Really!?” Whitney closed her eyes for a moment... when she opened them back up, her pupils were now bright pink heart shapes. Her stomach gave another loud roar while milk continued to dribble down her shirt more and more as she ate, having to rest her food on her tits once they began to cover her side of the table. Her chair soon gave out from under her, but still she kept eating; just sitting on the floor at her new 8’ height let her sit up enough to reach the table.
“Wh-whoa…” Samantha offered her own food to her as she stood up, sauntering over to her massive tits, just in time for her three buttons to come flying off, revealing her rapidly ripping undershirt. Her nipples were now puffy udder-like protrusions with saucer-sized areola, constantly dribbling their sweet smelling nectar.
“Mmmmm…. Uuurp!” she let out an unladylike belch as she finished her meal. As she stood around twelve feet tall, people were starting to notice the bloated gymleader, especially when she felt a chill down her spine as a long thin tail began to grow out from the base of her spine, above her now massive barenaked hippo ass. It was tipped with a spiraling fluffy tip like a Glameow’s, only a pink color.
“S-still… augh… more… still huuungry~!!” she moaned as she reared back, her eyes falling on the kitchen door as her mouth began to water. “More…” as best she could, she crawled her way over the table and booths as people either ran screaming or looked on, stunned by the leaking lactating masses dragging the ground as she crawled on the ground on all fours – or perhaps sixes.
“Fooooood~!!” as her hands pushed away the double doors to make room, Whitney’s body continued to surge outward, past 15’ or so, the chefs running out of the kitchen in a panic as she lunged towards the food stock in the freezers and on the grills. Her massive pudding-soft hips pushing over counters and shelves as she scooped up the ingredients in the freezer, stuffing them between huge loaves of bread into makeshift hoagies, while her massive beanbag chair-sized milkmounds acted as a makeshift picnic table for her as their piling flesh encompassed her lap. The pressure causing her constant drippage of milk to slowly go from the rate of a leaking faucet, to a steady trickle from her many nipple glands that began to coat the floor in white. Her body rapidly filled the whole kitchen space, even hunched over, her back pressed against the high ceiling as fluffy pink fur began to grow on her legs and arms, ending in fluffy tufts at the joints like the edges of a Blissey’s fur.
“Mmm… ah… almost… fuuuulll~!!” she said after every single morsel of food was tucked away in her seemingly bottomless gullet, the last being a massive makeshift parfait of copious layers of ice cream, berries, yogurt and chocolate fudge. Just as she licked her face and hands clean of her somewhat sloppy solo banquet, she was hit by an orgasmic rush of pleasure and growth as her back breached the ceiling and her legs kicked through the walls.
Samantha scampered outside the restaurant as the walls began to shake and even the the entire building began to crack and rumble. She was just in time to witness a pair of fluffy white wings burst from the roof, like a giant Dunsparce was emerging. But evident by the massive semi-truck sized masses that followed, that was highly unlikely. As Whitney rose past 30’, she massaged her tits furiously, sinking her hands deep into her billowing flesh as the pink fur on her arms stopped at her wrists while her hands were covered in black short fur, almost looking like a pair of fluffy mittens, or the paws of a Lopunny, while her fur-covered toes also bunched together as if she were wearing puffy socks. Her bare skin took on a healthy light pink color, almost like a newborn baby’s, especially around her rapidly swelling mountains that heavily hung down to her belly button and were eclipsing her waist more and more as she passed 50’. Her hair was parted away to reveal two small, cute, conical-shaped horns growing out of her forehead, with a black patch of hair forming between them like a Miltank’s forehead mark. Like a Chansey’s frills, her twin tails turned a darker hot shade of pink compared to the rest of her hair. The skin between her collar and her gigantic canyon of cleavage formed into a dark pink heart shape by the time her titanic tits were starting to weigh her down. When the colossal and eternally gushing mountains of pink flesh finally ceased their growth, they would be so utterly huge on even her large body that they would reach past her hips and to her thighs; almost to her knees, if she slouched at all. While her nipples were wide puffy nubs as big as shot glasses would be at her old size, atop bulging domed hyper areola as wide as her face.
“Wh-whoooa~!” both the titanic 75’ Whitney and her assistant below shouted as the former’s titan chest came crashing down on the latter’s tiny body with a massive thud. Her almost equally gigantic rear with her triple-header cheeks undulated from the shock, with her feline tail swishing about; almost like a cow’s tail swatting away flies.
“S-s-samantha!?” Whitney’s voice boomed out, trying to climb over her immense pink mountains to see in front of her. All the while, she could feel torrent after torrent of her white cream gushing like a pair of fountains out of her huge seashell pink nipples. Gallons after gallons surged out in blossoms of white with seemingly no end in sight. Flowing down the streets of the city, they turned into a waist-high flood of white liquid that thankfully people had already evacuated away to safety from.
Meanwhile, deep in the tight chasms of sweaty pink flesh, Samantha felt her body tingle as it was bathed in the excess milk while she tried to push against the suffocating ceilings of titflesh that canopied over her like a collapsed circus tent. At this miniscule size, the valley girl trainer was about the size of a small toy to the titan Whitney. But soon, her own body began to surge with pleasure and growth, cream-colored fur grew from her hands and legs as she quickly burst out of her soaked black dress, a golden protrusion began to grow from her forehead and a curly tail grew out the base of her spine…
The now 100’ tall mattress of a titan would feel sharp points jabbing into the underside of her gigantic breasts (thankfully without puncturing her skin) before she felt something small, yet growing larger and larger by the second, crawling between her bust. Soon the head of a 25’ tall Meowth woman popped her, coin-adorned head out of her void of cleavage, followed by her arms and legs. Samantha’s ass now stuck out over a head of her mass away from her back while her tummy was adorned with six heaving breasts bigger than her head. Her forearms, shins and thighs were covered in tan fur, while her hands and feet had widened into large feline paws.
“Mraaaaaah~!! That was, like, super scary, Whitney~” the feline demi-titan yawned as she crawled on her right tit, pressing her paws into it like a kitty stimulating her mother’s bosom for milk… and indeed causing even more torrents of milk to surge out as she brought the beastly massive titan to an orgasm that made her massive building sized tits and ass quake with pleasure. At her new size, Samantha was just big enough to lay on one tit, and about a quarter of Whitney’s height. She was in absolute bliss from how amazingly soft and warm those gigantic sacks of pudding-like flesh felt across her giant feline body.
“S-soooorrrryy~!! Augh… b-but… mmm… that’s not that much of a punishment~” she cooed, petting Samantha like a little kitten.
“Purrr… whaaaatever.” She curled up with a yawn, still playfully swatting her titflesh with her tail. “I hope they don’t, like, expect us to clean this up.”
Whitney looked over her massive bust at the flooded streets. Thankfully the current of her lactation wasn’t *too* treacherous, so there was probably no danger of people getting swept away by it… Especially considering what her milk did to Samantha. With the help of her fluttering wings, she lifted herself up to her feet, surprisingly finding her new strength enough to carry her massive load (with Samantha perched in her cleavage), even though she could barely see where she was going.
“Ahhh… mmm… here we go~” It took some effort, a lot of careful stomping, and a few accidents where her army-bearing hips smashed into a few buildings, but the pair eventually made it out of the city and into the countryside… Her tits lactating the entire time and flooding the city further, unfortunately. “Um… oops, I think I did a bad thing. These massive milkers… ah… they just won’t empty~! She pouted, before finally laying down in a nearby field on her side, her massively heavy body rumbling the ground as it finally landed. “I don’t think they ever will.”
“Nah... are you kidding me, this is awesome!” Samantha mewed as she hopped off her cushiony perch and onto the milk-soaked ground below. Both girls looked on as a wave of her milk seeped into the fields of a nearby farm. The ground began to rumble before roots and branches rapidly thickened and a massive bush of Oran berries grew right in front of the two titans, while more and more bushes the size of forest trees began to sprout with giant car-sized berries.
“Ooooooh! This is amazing~ I’m a fountain of fertility!” Whitney cooed as she languidly reached over with her nearest paw to pluck a few berries and stuff them into her mouth. “Mmmm~ good thing too. I think on top of never being empty… I don’t think I’ll ever be full~!”