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Looking down, the new cowgirl let out a sharp cry. The milk carton slipped to the tiled floor as she cupped her new mammeries with extreme disquiet. Not that it did anything to help as they continued to grow from perky D’s to beyond any conventional bra size in a matter of moments. A blush spread across her muzzle all the way to her larger ears while feminine hands fought just to hold the ridiculous things. Problem did not stop with their growth either. Even after they had stopped at a size that would make most melons envious, pressure was slowly mounting inside the soft flesh. Desmond began to writhe, grunting at the painful ache developing in her breasts no amount of kneading could alleviate. It did not take a genius to figure out what was filling those things up. She needed relief and fast or she might burst!
“Hey Dez!”
The new voice snapped Desmond out of her daze with a high squeek. She twisted around only to feel her whole face turn red. Seeing Mephis in the doorway, stool on the ground and pail bucket in hand, she realized there was going to be no dignified way out of this mess…

A commission done by the incredible, edible after she asked me to help fund her trip to MFF. The idea came from randomly farting around with my master,