A burning sensation envelops your nipples, causing you to clasp your hands over them. “Please, you already took my dick-” You’re interrupted by a pulse, causing your hands to be pushed out by fatty tissue.
You push yourself forward to get up, causing you to straddle your udder. In those brief moments before trying to stand, you realize just how large it has gotten. It’s wide enough to feel like you’re riding a horse, and it’s large enough to practically be used like a stool, though you couldn’t imagine how painful that would end up feeling. Another cup size onto your chest breaks you from that line of thought, and you force yourself to stand.
Your udder immediately flops between your legs, forcing you into a bow-legged stance. Regardless, you had enough adrenaline to not care about the weight. You waddle to the padlocked gate and begin to shake it violently. “Please! Whoever’s out there, stop this!”
You’re not sure how long you attempt to breach the barricade, but you’re forced to stop when your left tit collides with the bars, forcing you to stagger backwards. Your adrenaline quickly dissipates and the exertion of shaking the gate causes you to fall backwards, knocking the air out of you.
It’s hard to breathe, like someone is sitting on top of you. You roll onto a side, then feel too much flesh flop onto the floor with you, however it gives you time to calm down and catch your breath as pounds continue to flood into your new tits.
In the silence, you hear something from Lyra. “Oh god, am I going to grow like that too?”
Like what? You were afraid of becoming like her, what does she mean by that? Your tits look a little smaller than hers, and you can see the two uppermost teats on these breast-udders, so they’re probably more or less like hers. Well, yours had discolored to the same shade of black as your first udder, but that doesn’t make sense.
You try to stand, and find yourself unable to bend as flesh presses against flesh. What? You can see your breasts, and you can feel your udder between your legs, there shouldn’t be anything-
Your train of thought is derailed by the sensation of another massive breast further down on your gut. Guiding your hand by feeling alone, you barely manage to grab a teat on this unseen mass, then pull upwards. You can feel the pain from this mass, the sensitive brushing of flesh against flesh for both your visible udder and your legs, and a slight relief from a yet-unknown mass that this one was apparently balanced on.
You flop onto your back, then push your tits apart to visually confirm it. Through the small gap, you see another pair of udders and their teats pointed into the air. Where Lyra had 3 udders, you currently had five.
You watch in horror as an especially powerful burst of growth hits your chest, causing the gap you just created to disappear and your mountainous udders to consume even more of your field of view. Your gut-mounted set demands more room as it grows, pressing further into your legs and causing your upper pair to teeter ever closer to suffocating you.
You grasp at the gate, and slowly lift yourself into a standing position. Before this latest round of growth, you’d been unhappy with the weight and being forced to waddle. Now, your body screams that it can’t carry this much weight.
Without letting go, you rotate until you face the gate once more. Your new breasts consume most of the space between your outstretched arms and the wall, hindering your ability to shake the gate. You try to shake the bars a little, but stop when your breasts squish into the bars, sending unwanted sensations. “Fuck you, whoever did this.”
You turn to Lyra, make it about three steps unsupported, then topple forward. Your numerous assets complain about supporting your body, but you just don’t care any more. Your body feels lethargic from all the changes, and your mind wants to sleep until there are no more changes to be had.
“Lyra,” your voice is more hoarse than usual. “I’m going to try to go back to sleep, and I think you should too.”
“What?! But-”
“I can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. Dwelling on every change is just going to drive us crazy. It’s better to wake up changed than stay in whatever hell this is.” You roll your body while shoving your upper tits forward to create a makeshift pillow, then cross your arms and wait for the sweet release of sleep to take you.