honestly I LOVE the way you write all of these esp the forced growth/transformation ones !! would love to see one of a bratty/lazy reader finally put to work ! xoxo
It's really time for you to start pulling your weight around here. Your roommate is tired of cleaning up after you, of doing the dishes, of keeping the apartment in a semi-functional order while you're either laid out on the couch, melting your brain with TV, or sitting in your room, melting your brain with... Something else. The whole situation wouldn't be so bad if you weren't so entitled about it! Flopping down on the couch with a bag of take-out and "informing" your roommate that the trash cans are full isn't really endearing when you haven't once taken out the trash in the entire time you've lived together.
What finally tipped your roommate over the edge was when you used the last of the milk for your cereal and simply shouted "Hey! We're out of milk!"
If nothing else, your roommate would make sure that the two of you never had that problem again.
At first, you didn't even realize that anything had changed. You never really used the washing machine yourself; you just threw your clothes in with your roommates. When your shirts and your bras started to come back a little tight, you assumed that maybe she had fucked up the settings and that they had simply shrunk. You didn't hate it, though. If anything, it made your tits look bigger, bulging under your clothes, so it wasn't all bad.
The clothes kept "shrinking", though, and your breasts started to get tender. You winced, washing them in the shower, using your roommate's soap. Probably an allergic reaction to some new detergent your roommate was using. You'd talk to her about it. Eventually. Maybe. They were so sensitive. Even just laying in bed, on your back, your shirt draped over your swollen breasts, you could feel the fabric dragging over them with each, slow breath and your cheeks started to warm. Waking up the next morning with twin damp patches on was definitely concerning but not nearly as concerning as your roommate's reaction.
You have to cover your mouth to keep from moaning as she pins you to the wall and lifts your shirt, giving your tit a firm squeeze. A maniacal giggle bubbles out of her as she watches little streams of milk arc from your nipples. "Oh, wow, it's working even faster than I thought it would! I should have known you'd take to being a dumb, lazy cow."
Before you have time to ask what in the hell she's talking about, she latches her lips over your tits and sucks. Hard. Your vision goes white. Your knees nearly buckle. Pleasure floods every inch of your body until it flows out of you in the form of a desperate moan.
Your roommate lets go of your nipple, swishing the milk around in her mouth before swallowing. "Hmm... Sweeter than I was expecting and not quite as rich, but it'll do." Her eye glints as she looks up at you, a twisted grin on her lips. "What's the matter, hm? Is the big, leaky cow overwhelmed by her udders? This is what you wanted, right? When you said we were all out of milk? Now you'll never run out! I figure it's the least you can do after I've spent the last six months doing everything your lazy ass couldn't be bothered to do. Now you're going to pull your own weight a little. Besides, now it gives you the excuse to be the dumb, lazy, greedy cow you are!"
