You continued to drink the milk. As it ran down your throat you didn’t have a care in the world, your only thought was getting as much into your body as fast as possible.
“Okay, I think you’ve had enough, I wish you were immune to the addiction,”
You feel the craving suddenly disappear, like it was never there. Your eyes open wide, realising where you were and what you were doing, it finally hit you. You immediately pulled yourself from Skylar’s mother’s breast and spat out the milk that was in your mouth, you began to pull yourself off the ground, but found it much more difficult than it used to be. You look down, you see almost nothing but belly. You were on the ground, your belly was spilling over the side of your body onto the ground. You saw how big you had gotten. You were more than just fat, more than overweight, you were borderline obese. You couldn’t say the same for Henry, Skylar’s father. He was so big you doubt he’d be able to walk.
As you managed to lift yourself off the ground, feeling every inch of your body move, you looked at yourself. Your t-shirt was completely exposed, only holding onto your man boobs. Your jeans had popped open and torn at the seams. They were still attached to you and you doubted they’d be able to come off without a fight. Your whole face was larger, chubbier. You had a natural double chin with the lack of a neck left to be seen.
You turned your plump face to Skylar, who was laughing. You didn’t know what to say other than,
“What the hell, Skylar.”
“What?” She says, not able to wipe the smirk from her face. You see her eyes look down at your chest, she begins laughing again, “you have bigger boobs than I do.”
She stands there, laughing at you, you still don’t know what to do.
As Skylar is laughing, her eyes are closed, looking up at the ceiling. You have a quick idea. You look back at the slightly leaking elongated nipples on Skylar’s mother’s breasts. You know what you have to do but you’re going to hate yourself for doing, especially while not being controlled by anything. You lean back down, keeping yourself from falling over from your weight by holding onto the table. You suck a little on Amber’s nipple, it suddenly comes cascading out and fills your mouth, forcing you to swallow a little. You feel your belly get a tiny bit bigger.
With a mouth full of milk, you waddle your way over to Skylar. She is still laughing but now slightly confused. You lift your fat arms and grab Skylar’s face. You pull it towards you and place a big kiss on her lips. She is confused but goes along with it, attempting to start making out properly with you. But instead you open your lips a little wider, forcing the milk to travel from your mouth to Skylar’s. You make sure it goes not only in her mouth, but down her throat too. As she is swallowing it, you see her face go from lust to slight annoyance,
“What the hell was that!?” She says, annoyed, you watch as her belly begins to bloat again, bigger than before. Just a little bit. Her body gets the tiniest bit plumper, not noticeable if you didn’t know what you were looking for.
“What was that supposed to achieve... with...” you watch Skylar slowly lose focus. Her eyes not quite locking with yours. Drifting to somewhere else. She falls to her knees and drags herself to your previous spot. She wraps her mouth around her mother’s long nipple and begin sucking. Her body slowly but surely getting plumper and plumper. You watch her, her mind is somewhere else. You knew what it felt like, she was entranced and wasn’t waking up with anything other than that ring. You realise the opportunity you have and slowly lower yourself without falling over. You slip the ring off Skylar’s hand. She doesn’t even seem phased, she continues sucking like there’s no tomorrow.
You place the ring onto your finger, it resizes itself to fit your fat fingers, “I wish I was back to normal,” you say. You watch your body shrink, your belly disappearing. Your whole body becoming slimmer and slimmer. Until you’re finally back to normal, “Huh...” you say, looking at a little bit of pudge on your belly, “did it not work all the way...” you say to yourself, then realising it was always there, “oh. That’s embarrassing, I wish I had flat stomach,” you say. You watch your belly shrink in and replace with an enviable stomach, “maybe... I wish I had a six pack,” you say. You watch your stomach protrude six individual parts, giving you a six pack a tiny bit above your belly button.
“I wish my body matched my six pack,” you say. You feel your body change. Your pecks grow just a tiny bit bigger. Your biceps grow a few inches larger. You feel your legs become a little more muscular. Your height increases by just 2 inches, making you 6 feet tall. You admire your increased stature, liking it much more than the increase you’d experienced a few minutes prior.
You take a look at Skylar. She was still going to town on the nipple. Her belly was now touching the floor. Even her breasts were much bigger, her butt was huge too. She was still growing.
You take a look at Henry, her father. He appeared to have reached the end of his share of milk. He was laying on the floor, his belly stretched out as far as a typical door would, his butt was spread a far distance apart. His man boobs were resting on top of his giant belly.
“I wish Skylar’s mother continues developing the milk,” you see. Curious to watch her breast again. It looked like a deflated balloon. Suddenly it was filling with water, getting bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller. You see Henry’s eyes light up, he attempts to pull himself up and to the breast, “I wish her breasts are constantly pouring out a stream of milk,” you say. You watch as her nipples shoot up, squirting milk out and everywhere. You see Skylar gag as this happens. She shudders as she realises she doesn’t have to suck any longer. She stops forcing herself.
Right when she’s in the moment, you say, “I wish Skylar is immune to the addiction,”
Her eyes go wide. She pulls herself from the breast and backs up to the wall. Her belly still expanding, she spits out the milk and looks at herself. Her eyes still wide, she feels her whole body. Only realising her mother’s breasts were pouring milk all over her clothes, leaving little to the imagination.
“You! You... you...” Skylar fails to find a word as she makes her way to her feet, trying not to slip on the milk covering the floor. She manages to do it, she looks at herself, then back at you, “I... I...” she sighs, “I have to give you credit... that was kinda smart...” she says, “now you clearly fixed yourself so at least fix me,”
“Sure,” you say. Skylar isn’t quite sure if you’re serious though.