Pfklshkii had just about drifted off to sleep on her lawn chair situated in a flat patch of pink snow, ready to relax away her day off from posing in deep pinkish-blue space, and already one of her penguins were tugging at her skimpy bikini top. Just as she took off her lead-enriched sunglasses, and yes she does have eyes, very sensual eyes, she saw just what the problem was. Apparently, one of her penguins had a rather noticeable reaction to the snow, it now sporting a very buxom set of breasts, a pair that were considerably larger than her own!

The penguin was obviously burdened by the newly grown flesh, trying in vain to take some of the weight off its aching spine by grasping them with its tiny flippers. She found its penguiny expression to be something of not knowing exactly how to feel, as though it's torn between desperation of making the ache stop and one of embarrassment at having grown such a huge set of tits.

Pfklshkii, stunned by such an impressive bust on such a usually non-busty animal, reached her beautifully modeled hand out to the penguin's breasts to confirm they were, in fact, boobie tit mammary breasts made of meat and boobs. One long, firm squeeze told her everything she needed to know; soft, heavy, and definitely not just packed snow. Just to be overly sure, she ran her hand along the penguin's breasts, giving them a soft squeeze every now and then, amazed at how well they kept their shape despite their weight and size, and the fact that there were enormous tits on her penguin.

One thing that Pfklshkii didnt realize was that the penguin was enjoying all that she was doing. The recent growth apparently placed a few billion too many nerve endings inside its breasts; the palm of her hand pressing deep into its flesh, the fine strokes of her fingers across its outer skin, each movement releasing torrential waves of pleasure that rippled throughout its body. It was like making love to a space whale's charred, glowing corpse, like wrapping yourself with crab meat and sticking a fork in a light socket; with every tripped nerve, the feeling would hit it like a bolt of space lightning, fresh from the dirt nebula, and resonate through its entire being, bouncing off the inside of its skin and leaving behind a warm, glowing sensation (It really is glowing very bright beneath that suit) the likes of which it has never even dreamed of before (Since space penguins don't sleep). It quickly figured that enduring the pain of a thousand flaming knifes of burning fire sharpening themselves on its spine every second of every day was a fair price to pay for such an unbelievably orgasmic sensation it can just bring out just by touching itself. That, and it realized it could sit down once in a while.

It felt like an eternity, but it was only half an hour, before Pfklshkii snapped out of rubbing the penguin's breasts, leaving a sad but very satisfied penguin, once she noticed that the penguin's breasts were slightly larger than before; barely perceptibly, hardly a fraction of a decimal of a microlength in circumference, only noticed because of Pfklshkii's lovely impeccable knack for noticing and appreciating things that are really really small (She'd adore you, if you werent the frozen corpse in space, as seen in issue 1. In fact, that's why she liked you; somewhere in the process of freezing and corpsifying, your ankle broke off and lodged itself in your disembodied head and she found that kind of hot).

She pointed at the piled of irradiated snow, and the penguin nodded. Realizing the implications of this scientific fact as proven via penguin, she raised an eyebrow and weighed the pros and cons of whether or not to stuff her bikini full of the presumably magic radioactive snow...

And then the penguin got bored and went to waddle away. only to fell forward into its expansive chest and slid down an incline in the snow. The feeling was indescribable, so I wont.

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Remember that thing I said in the last upload? Gotcha, lol. Like I'd follow anything at all ever. I'm my own woman, a rebel, a free thinker leader commander, not some baa baa sheep who is as dumb and leadable-into-running-sawblades as they are cute and fluffy and oh so lovey adorable and the little lambs oh my god I love them soooo much^___^!!!

I learned to use the proportional edit function. I already knew how to use it, I just learned how to abuse it. Well, I already knew how to abuse it, but I never applied it before. Expect more things to be abused in application, I just cant get enough of these things that hang off my chest!