She didn't know what possessed her to do it. Apsorn was idly walking through the Miltank farm, checking the pumps and their processing tubes. Next thing she knew, an intense desire to hook up the central piping to her mouth pushed her to disconnect it and shove it in her mouth. As the milk flooded her senses, she swooned in delight at the intense creamy flavor direct from udder that washed through her mouth. She chugged like her very life depended on it and didn't stop, not even when she felt her stomach stretch from the liquid filling it from so many Miltanks...

She woke up the next day feeling groggy, with her Mistress Mewtwo standing over her. She didn't appear mad, rather giggly actually, and it wasn't long before the Mewtwo girl found out why:

Her butt and thighs had blown up.

Majorly.

To the point that even her telekinesis wasn't enough.

She blushed, a little sweat gathering on her brow, confused and embarrassed. Why had she done that?

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Art ©  Ohm Shironeko
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