Stella the Dork

The feeling of fullness should have been cause for maybe a little concern, but it's hard to have concerns when you're so elated by what's happened to you! Just in the last few weeks, your breasts have more than doubled in size. Just feeling how heavy they are on your chest, feeling them bounce and jiggle every time you move... It was euphoria, really and truly. So you weren't in any hurry to find anything wrong with your new breasts. If anything, a part of you hoped that the fullness, the swollen feeling, the subtle ache deep in your tit was a sign that the growth would continue.

As your breasts grew, they garnered a lot more attention, which could easily be equal parts validating and annoying. But today, when your coworkers stopped by your desk, they seemed to be particularly distracted. Sure, you seemed to be bulging a bit over the cups of your bra, but you weren't wearing anything particularly tight or low cut. There was something unusual, too, about the way their eyes kept darting down to your chest, not like the usual quick glance of cleavage but like something was drawing their attention. When Patrick did it, you could write it off as him being a perv. And Robert should know better; he's married! But when you caught Monica doing it? At that point, it was worth investigating.

Your immediate reaction to the little mark was to assume it was a stain. Maybe your coffee dripped or maybe it was some of the jelly from the donut you had in the break room. Either way, deeply embarrassing. You made mental apologies to Robert your assumptions (Not Patrick though, the creep). Grabbing a tissue, you dabbed it against your tongue and tried to wipe away whatever it is.

An embarrassing sound slipled out at you as you lightly pressed on your breast, surprised by just how sensitive you are. You're not normally like this. You bit your lip and tried again, shutting your eyes as you rub your breast through your shirt. It felt too good to stop. Maybe you did owe Patrick an apology, after all. When you finally got control of yourself, cheeks tinted pink and breathing hard, you were stunned to see that the stain had gotten bigger. And not just spreading out, but looking like it was trailing downward. Your mind didn't have anything to connect it with. Experimentally, you brought a finger to the side of your breast and pushed inward firmly. The bead of white liquid that bubbled through your shirt is enough to gasp.

Milk.

It's fucking milk!

Not giving a thought to where you are, you grabbed the sides of your tits and squeezed, whining pathetically as arcs of milk shot across your desk, droplets splattering everywhere. You needed to go home. You needed to get out of here. You at least needed to go to the bathroom, somewhere to figure out what was going on. But the milk didn't stop. Even after your hands let go, milk still leaked aggressively from your tits, pulsing with your heartbeat. As panic set in and adrenaline began to rush through you, so did a fresh wave of arousal. Beneath your shirt, your breasts visibly swelled, engorging before your eyes. You wanted to cry out for help, but what would you even say? And when you opened your mouth, the only sounds that came out were lewd, desperate moans. The little arcs of milk grew into thick streams, puddling at your feet and spilling over your desk. You tried to hold it back, tried to stem the flow, but the pressure just made the milk rush out faster. Whatever was happening to you was happening quicker and stronger by the second, your fingers spreading out as your tits grew beneath them. Your coworkers, some angry, some disturbed, clamored to get you to stop, but you couldn't have stopped even if you wanted to. The rare moments you could bring yourself to fight through the pleasure and open your eyes revealed a world that was increasingly turning white and coated with your milk. And that just encouraged you to make more.

hot croc bun

listen the ONLY part of a mr mime thats edible are the red spots, and thats ONLY after being properly cooked - if you bite into any part of their body while its still raw youll suffer near immediate food poisoning

luckily, just like red kidney beans, the potential toxins are easily to remove provided you take the right steps

once theyve been safely removed from their inedible surroundings, the larger red spheres are ready to begin working with - its worth noting that the smaller spots on the hands and cheeks also fall into this category, but theyre almost always too small to be considered harvesting by most professionals 

youll want to start by cutting away any flesh thats still directly touching the pale parts; when in doubt, a wider cut is always preferred. better safe than sorry ! one benefit of working with mr mimes is that, along with many others in their typing, their bodies are held together with physic energy and thus dont require deboning

the next part is going to require boiling in a large pressure cooker- some may find it a challenge to to find a pot big enough to host all the parts, so cooking them individually is fine. remember to follow the instructions to the letter

after theyve been removed and dried, an easy way to text if theyre safe to eat is to cut them in half and check the spongy center - a darkened purple core means theyve been boiled long enough, while any lighter, greenish tints means you probably needed a bit more time

once theyre out of the danger range, you can now safely use them in variety of dishes ! their almost mushroom-like texture means they absorb flavors well, and pictured above is one of my personal favorites

[CWs: Hypnotic imagery, toothbrushing] Fang Brushies!

Finally finished another art piece! Very pleased with how this came out >w<