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Specifically, Melanie was boring. She’d grown up with her mother, father, and older sister in an average house, where she went to an average school. After that she went to an average university and took average classes before settling into an average job at an average company. Her hobbies were average, and her clothes were average. Nothing about her was remotely interesting- but she’d made peace with that.

The one point of joy and interest in a remarkably unremarkable life was Melanie’s partner of 10 months, Penny. And seeing this mountain of a woman as Melanie stepped into their modest apartment finally put a smile on her face.

Embracing each other, Melanie breathed in Penny’s scent. She could smell the aroma of coffee on her from a day spent making drinks for customers as she relaxed into Penny’s chest. Penny was over 6 foot tall, built like a weightlifter, and had a smile more infectious than any disease, and she was Melanie’s. It was good to be home.

“Rough day, darlin’?”

“Just… more of the same.” Melanie sighed again, recalling her ongoing frustrations with a particular coworker.

“I get it. Here, I’ve got fresh coffee for you, that’ll take the edge off. New blend too- hope you like it.”

Penny handed Melanie a warm mug, which the tired woman gratefully took and began to drink.

“Mmm… It’s bitter yes, but slightly… sweet too? And a hint of nuttiness, I like it.” The two women shared a smile as warm as the mug. “Could maybe do with some milk to smooth out the flavour though, or maybe cream?”

“I was thinking the same thing, doll.” A strong hand ruffled Melanie’s hair. “I’ve got… a new milk supplier starting soon. I think their products will pair very well with mine.”

“Oh really? I look forward to trying it then.”

“Hopefully you won’t have to wait too long, Mels. I hear their… methods... work as quick as anything.” She raised her hand. “Fast as a snap of the fingers!”

Snap!

~~~

Melanie shut the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. Home at last, and free, briefly, from the daily grind at her office job. It was good to be home, though it was only Wednesday, and the weekend felt miles away at this point.

Her back ached. It had been a long day, and her bra straps were digging in, despite Melanie’s admittedly rather small chest. As she got comfortable on the sofa, she reached around to her back and unclasped the garment. She slipped it off, and immediately there was a release of tension.

From the other room, a voice called out- “Evenin’ honey! I’ll be right with you, just cleaning up some of my mess.”

Penny’s warm tones soothed Melanie’s sore body, and she mumbled back a tired response. As she relaxed back on the sofa though, Melanie sensed an ever so slight difference in herself. Almost instinctively, she reached a hand under her top and cupped her now freed breast. It felt… larger? Rounder? Only subtly, and honestly, she could have just been imagining things, but she could have sworn it wasn’t as tender yesterday either.

Melanie’s thoughts were interrupted by Penny coming in, holding two mugs of coffee.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“What?” It took Melanie’s mind a moment to catch up. “Oh! ...Oh.” She blushed intensely. “U-um, it’s nothing.”

“If you’re sure. You know I’m happy to help if you need it.” Penny’s wry grin only intensified Melanie’s warm feelings. With her girlfriend eyeing her up, and a stirring feeling in Melanie’s lower stomach, thoughts of her changed chest were gone from her head.

Penny placed down the coffee, and within minutes the two were drinking, exchanging stories about their days, and flirting shamelessly. And as quick as a snap of the finger, the evening went by- though certainly not uneventfully.

~~~

Friday had sucked. It was Penny’s early start, so Melanie had woken up alone, and with a heaviness in her chest- or rather, on her chest. All Thursday, Melanie’s tits had been swollen and tender, and she’d been bracing herself for the full arrival of her period, which never came. In the early hours of Friday though, it was very obvious that her period was not the source of her boob trouble. Her tits had doubled in size.

While she’d previously sported only a small B-cup, Melanie’s chest were now easily Ds, and she could tell by just how poorly her bras fit. She had no choice but to go to work in a loose shirt that hid her lack of bra- skipping today was not an option, her boss was already looking for any excuse to call her out after she’d made him look bad in a meeting a few weeks ago.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice her change. And no one noticed Melanie sneaking lingering brushes against her nipples either. Why did it feel so good? Why were her tits so sensitive? And why did she want someone to squeeze and pinch at them, to pull and suck and drain her of-

Melanie snapped back to reality. What was she thinking? Drain her of what? Fuck, she was horny, and she could only barely hold it together. Hadn’t she and Penny gotten out all their pent up desire on Wednesday? She thought back on it and… that’s odd. She couldn’t remember. It had felt good, whatever had happened, but Melanie couldn’t recall her evening in the slightest. Melanie’s concern was now growing to match her libido.

It felt like a miracle, but Melanie survived the day. She got home and collapsed immediately, feeling a complicated mixture of tired, embarrassed, confused, and horny.

“Ohhh love, are we starting to see some real growth?” Penny’s excited voice had followed the sound of her entering the room.

“W-what are you on about?” Melanie had sat up, and turned to face her partner.

“This is so exciting! I didn’t realise it would work so quickly! Come here Mels!”

Penny gestured for Melanie to get up, with a grabbing motion of her hands that immediately told Melanie that her tits hadn’t gone unnoticed by her girlfriend. But Penny’s words confused her.

“No, wait, what? What are you on about? What’s working quickly?”

“Oops. I’m giving the game away.” Penny grinned. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll make sense soon. But for now…”

Penny grasped at Melanie’s chest, a rush of pleasure and heat rising through her. Her boobs had never felt this good in her life, and despite the surprise of being grabbed like this, it felt incredible- and Melanie didn’t want her to stop.

“F-fuck… What’s all this about? I-I mean… Please… Keep going…” Melanie began to moan.

Penny squeezed harder, focusing on Melanie’s nipples, and a slight damp patch was forming on her shirt. A slight satisfied moan from Penny indicated her enjoyment.

“I’ll keep going honey, don’t worry. You just relax now. You’ll wake up in a bit.”

Before Melanie could respond, Penny raised her fingers and-

Snap!

~~~

Melanie’s mind was hazy. It was… Sunday? At least she thought so. She remembered pleasure, lots and lots of pleasure. The day before seemed like a blur of touching and groping and kissing and squeezing and fucking and intense, overwhelming pleasure. Her head was heavy, and her thoughts were slow, like swimming through honey, but she felt more coherent than she had since Friday.

She looked down.

Holy shit.

Now she remembered. Melanie had woken up on Saturday to find her chest had doubled again. Taking her new D-cups to an unwieldy G-cup, with her nipples enlarged and more sensitive again as well. But today? She wasn’t sure of the size any more, but she’d definitely grown again. On Melanie’s chest were the most massive jugs she’d ever seen in person. They were soft and heavy, and each one was larger than her head. Her nipples protruded out, almost an inch in length each, and just the air against her skin was almost enough to make Melanie moan.

And above all else, it was hard to ignore the slow, constant leak of a white fluid coming from her tits. Milk. Her milk.

Melanie’s hands went to her chest, and it felt like an immediate mistake. A rush of heat went to her crotch and to her head, and suddenly, it was very hard to think again, hard to think of anything but Penny’s big, strong hands squeezing her fat tits over and over until she was milked dry. A deep, needy moan escaped her.

Her hands now covered in the milk that was leaking steadily from her, Melanie had to taste. She was delicious. The creamiest, most perfect milk she’d ever tasted, and it was hers.

She was suddenly aware that she wasn’t on her own. Penny had entered while she was in the throes of pleasure, and was looking at her with an undeniable lust, but a face that said she had something serious to say.

“Okay Mels, it’s time I explained. Do you know why… this happened to you?” She gestured had the enormous rack on Melanie’s chest.

She thought for a moment, trying to clear her mind of the overwhelming urges to touch and squeeze and grope her own chest. Melanie couldn’t think of anything. It just seemed inexplicable, but maybe whatever had happened to her was worth the pleasure…

“N-no Penny, I don’t. What happened to me? Who did this?”

“You did this.”

Melanie froze. She couldn’t have. Could she? That didn’t make any sense, and yet, she was loving this moment, being lost in pleasure and forgetting all about the work and the life that was dragging her down.

“I can’t have. What are you talking about?”

Penny sighed, then sat on the bed next to her heavily altered girlfriend. She pulled out her phone.

“Just… watch this.”

Penny played a video. It was of Melanie, she was sat on their bed, and a timestamp in the corner showed it was Sunday night, almost one week ago now. The camera angle was high- Penny was filming. Video Melanie cleared her throat and began to speak.

“This is a record to show that I, Melanie, consent to everything that is going to happen to me. Penny will hypnotise me into forgetting this conversation, but this is being done of my own volition.

Every night, Penny will give me a combination of medications specifically designed to induce lactation. It will probably make my tits bigger and more sensitive too. She’ll also hypnotise me into forgetting anything to do with taking the pills, so I am as unaware of the process as possible.”

The Melanie in the video had been getting more and more flushed as she spoke, clearly embarrassed but intrigued at the prospect of what was to come. She was now rubbing her thighs together subtly.

“See you later, future me. Okay Penny, give me that first dose.”

The video ended.

Melanie sat there for a moment, confused and trying to process what she’d seen. She’d wanted this? Why? But as she asked that question of herself, she found herself mirroring the past self in the video, thighs rubbing together slightly and a heat growing between her legs.

Before she could vocalise her questions though, Penny seemed to read her mind.

“You wanted to quit your job. And… you were tired of feeling boring. So we came up a solution for both those problems.” Penny looked Melanie directly in the eyes, and grabbed one of her huge tits- not roughly, but lovingly and tenderly. “You’re going to work at the cafe with me… in milk production.”

The thought sent shivers down Melanie’s spine. With Penny’s hand on her chest, and an intensifying desire for more touch, to be milked even more, she felt a new clarity of purpose.

“Are you still okay with that? Do you want that?”

Melanie didn’t need to think twice.

“Yes.” She moaned. “I would love that.”

Penny visibly relaxed, and her hand on Melanie’s tit squeezed harder.

“Good… Fuck… You’ll make such a perfect cow girl for me.”

The cow girl’s mind was melting quickly, dissolving into thoughts of only pleasure. But she still had one more question.

“M-mmm… Penny..? Why did I agree to forget what would happen to me?”

Penny squeezed even harder, pinching Melanie’s nipples and a spurt of milk gushed out.

“Simple, babe. It turned you on.”

With her free hand, Penny began to grope and milk Melanie’s other udder, sending waves of pleasure that overwhelmed the already mind-broken pair of tits. There was no more thinking now, Melanie just gave into the desire, sank deep into Penny’s touch, and let out the sounds of her pleasure.

Initial appearance:

Doll is a human trans woman who's only recently begun hormones. She is 180cm and has shoulder length, curly, ginger hair. Its face is soft-ish, her eyes are blue and she has soft, full lips.

Her untrained voice is slightly deep, but soft and relatively feminine. She speaks shyly among strangers, but is eloquent and thoughtful with her words when confident. Doll frequently uses vocal stims and sings silly songs to herself.

It has a flat chest and minimal curves with a slightly chubby tummy. Her skin is somewhat soft, and she has small-ish hands and feet. She has light body hair and sometimes shaves her legs.

It is shy and anxious, but friendly and likes attention. Doll is somewhat intelligent, and likes to learn new things. She finds it easy to memorise new information, and she gets excited to share facts about her interests, like games and sci-fi. Some of her favourite hobbies also include baking and playing music.

Appearance saved and reset on 30/03/26:

Doll is a trans woman who has been implanted with a magical source of estrogen that also makes her a clearer target for magic. She is 5'2" tall and has soft, curly, blonde to pink ombre hair down to her ass. Her hair is currently styled in pigtails. Its face is soft and round, her eyes are blue, and she has soft, full lips. Atop her head is a pair of soft, floppy bunny ears.

It has heavy, milky, J-cup tits and a slightly slimmed down waist, and dramatically thickened thighs, ass, and hips with a cute, soft, round, chubby tummy. She also wears a plug with a pink gem on the end. Her skin is soft and smooth, and she has dainty hands and feet with long, sparkly acrylics on her fingers. Just above her ass is a cute, fuzzy bunny tail.

Doll is wearing a sparkly, pink princess dress with a very short skirt, and a very low cut top. She has big gold hooped earrings, and a tongue piercing.

Her voice is naturally feminine. It is bubbly, outgoing, friendly and likes attention.