“That girl will know what to do!” Andrew hobbled down the street back towards the center of town, trying to keep his tits from tipping him over.
The people who eyed Andrew suspiciously now actively reviled him. “He’s blue!”
“Look at his chest!”
“Well, I never! Look at him just strutting down the street like that: it’s indecent!”
“I’m not strutting!” He ran into the department store, but his tits bounced off the glass doors and knocked him back into the street. The glass was smeared with juice fresh squeezed from his nipples.
“Ugh, look at him!”
“Put on some clothes, you animal!”
“What the hell is everyone’s problem?” Andrew carefully opened the door and squeezed through. Peggy was standing at the counter, waiting for him.
“Welcome back!” she said, showing him to the underground passage again. “We have bras for just this kind of situation.”
“I don’t want a bra, I want these things gone.”
“Then why don’t you just take off the corset?”
“Oh yeah!” He fiddled with the laces. “I can’t do it!”
“Nope, I tied that knot. You need a professional to untie it.”
“Then why’d you tell me to do it?”
She shrugged, then led him to a basement furnished with racks lingerie, more than Andrew could imagine. Before Andrew even touched anything, he was slapped into a pair of iron manacles. “I got two new juice bags,” Peggy shouted.
“Juice bags? Ugh, gross!” Then everything went black. When the light came back Andrew was shackled to an upright table, his breasts hanging out and leaking juice. Before him stood a woman with two little girls.
“Go ahead, girls,” she said.
The children were shy, but they had a lean look about them: not afraid, but cautious. Andrew could only moan when the girls latched onto each of his swollen teats. The pressure inside Andrew’s breasts slowly dissipated. His breasts shrank, and the girls…the girls were getting bigger.
They turned blue. All that juice in their bodies was soaking into their skin, starting with their lips and spreading through their faces. Their bellies swelled, and soon that swelling extended to their chests, their arms, and their legs. They seemed very happy about it too. They lapped up every drop of juice no matter how fattening it was. Their mother was proud, even when the juice began leaking out of them: little blue spots on their chests and pants, the stains spreading through the fabric. No one in the room even batted an eye.
Once they were spheres with nothing but their heads poking out of the top, Peggy unlatched them and rolled them out the door. “Congratulations, Andrew: you did good.”