Sidestory Riverstone. Part 4 (Building Breaker Tier) (Patreon)

Sidestory Riverstone. Part 4.

Solomon slumped against the wall as the door to her central cavern grew shut behind her.

Her body was sweat-soaked and her face flushed red, her limbs were trembling and she grasped weakly against the vine-covered wall. Hardly the powerful noble dryad she considered herself, more like some silly mammal after some clumsy over exertion, well, not that she hadn't exerted herself.

She drew in a breath, counting to six, then exhaled counting to six, breathing long and slow, trying to forcibly calm herself from her agitated state.

After a few cycles, she found herself calming, at least a little bit, and her shoulders lowered. Really she should be better than this, it was only mammal sex, what was the big deal! Nevermind that it felt fucking amazing and unlike anything dryad culture had to offer, that was- that was- It didn't matter! Penises and vaginas were inefficient messy tools of procreation and far inferior to dryad pollination.

Speaking of penises, she glanced down and recalled that she currently had an enormous hulking penis hanging from her hips, one that hung past her knees, such a heavy thick mass that it angled her hips down with the sheer weight.

With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes, she gestured at it and the thing started to retract, the growth reversing, rapidly losing inches as it rose up her thighs, its girth dragging against her skin as it contracted upwards.

Her length shrunk, reaching sixteen then twelve inches then becoming the size of a carrot and then a baby carrot, then appearing as just an especially large clitoris, before then sliding smoothly back beneath her clitoral hood, no sign left at all that she had recently possessed a massive throbbing cock that would make a mammal shiver at the sight.

Of course, even though it was gone now, that didn't help at all with the much larger issue at hand.

“I may have made,” she breathed, “a small… mistake… drinking...her.”

She carefully avoided saying milk, but still her body shuddered at the merely adjacent thought, eagerly imagining gulping from Petal once more, to milk her taut teats and swallow all she sprayed.

Her core twinged almost painfully at the sensation.

She lifted a hand and placed it over her abdomen. She felt hard and stiff, not to her touch under fingers of course, but deep deep within her core, where her true sap was stored. Hard and stiff because she was so incredibly full, so full that her true sap was under pressure, vast quantities held in a tiny space, something that should have been impossible, Dryads simply didn't make much true sap, but somehow she had. The milk had stimulated her body into a hyper productive state as though she was about to pollinate an entire forest.

She had carefully disentangled herself from the cave filling fairy and dug away at the ceiling, creating a tunnel with her vines down the enormously pregnant belly to escape and promising to go find food for the now ravenously hungry fairy. But really she had done so because she was liable to start fucking her again just to relieve her backed up true sap, or worse, feed her addiction by drinking her milk again, which was especially bad as it was liable to make her core explode if she produced any more true sap, as it was she felt on the edge of rupturing if she even moved too quickly.

The best thing to do was to take a break so that her body would get used to holding so much of the sap and everybody could calm the heck down.

She began walking, hoping the tight pressure in her core would subside.

The hope seemed a faint one.

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A dozen minotaurs surrounded Hope. Huge muscular males with bulging muscles and six pack abs. They made the fretting otterkin males look like little weeds and Hope found staring at the minotaur’s straining sweating bodies was making her more than a little wet. She rubbed her thighs together as the semi-transparent silks that fluttered over her globular rear became damp and clingy. The minotaurs would be a distinct eye-candy upgrade from the otterkins if she were to acquire some as servants, although she imagined their dicks wouldn't be much of an improvement, both the minotaurs and the otterkins were like cute little buttons compared to a certain centaur and their chances of truly sexually satisfying her were basically nonexistent.

The reason for the minotaurs straining was that they were trying to move her vast body onto a nest of pillows from the six wheeled cart. They weren't having a lot of success despite their bare shoulders being pressed against her mass, and planks being thrust beneath her for leverage.

Not that Hope particularly minded the delay, listening to them groan and strain against her as they tried and failed to lift her was music to her ears, feeding her ego. Yes she was the biggest, the most fecund, glorious in her size. She adored being so much larger than everyone else, looking down on them like a gravid brood queen.

Eventually, however, they began to succeed. Her body slowly rose into the air under the minotaurs’ efforts and the levering planks and she found herself sliding to the side, the many planks being dragged from the wagon with her mass balanced atop.

She came down on the pillows with a boom, the entire building shaking and vibrating as her weight landed upon the nest, small streamers of dust knocked loose from the roof high above.

The muscular minotaurs rushed around her as she landed, tugging the planks free and arranging the pillows so that she was comfortable, tending her in her new nest.

She wiggled, stretching her legs and arms across her belly and letting out a little sigh. Being stuck on the cart for so long hadn't been comfortable despite how padded it was. Resting on a much more padded nest felt delicious in her vastness and she spread her fingers and toes, denting in the smooth surface of her belly.

“You look comfortable Hope. Tea? Chocolates? Eclairs? Donuts? Muffins? Tarts? Trifle? Pastries? There’s a jug of cream if you want it too.”

The rotund merchant was sat on a comfortable armchair, a large table before him, not on the warehouse floor where the nest was made, but on a mezzanine above without railings and level with Hope’s actual body.

“Erm, yes, I’ll take all of that, thankyou Perric.”

Perric blinked. “You- you want all of it?? But surely it’s not a little too much? I had brought a selection from you to choose from.”

He looked over the table. It was packed with sugary creamy foods, filled end to end with desserts and other enticing things.

She waved at the male otterkins who had been waiting patiently on the mezzanine and they darted forward, nimbly picking up a teacup and saucer and a number of plates and hopping down onto her vast belly.

Wobbling to maintain their balance the three males obediently stepped toward her in a practised way, then carefully handed her the tea while plates were arranged around her.

She sipped the tea.

The three males hurried back and scrambled back onto the mezzanine. Gathering up plate after plate from the table and rushing back to deposit them around Hope’s body, then again, and again, until everything had been placed with arms reach of the otterkin. Seein this and eager to eat the otterkin guzzled down the rest of her tea and dove in.

“Mm, it’s good!” said the otterkin biting an eclair, cream slipping around her lips. She swallowed the thing in three bites despite her size and grabbed up a donut, and then another.

Perric blinked at this, staring as she devoured item after item, his brow rising.

She dragged plates closer as she worked her way through the feast, cream spilling across her breasts as she hungrily ate. Lily wasn't the only otterkin with an absurd appetite which had recently been unleashed when they were freed from the chains of polite society, Hope had lived a childhood hiding her true hunger from her friends and family too. Otterkins did not gorge themselves on entire fried chickens, no, that was entirely un-otterkin like, otterkin girls were expected to pick daintily with a knife and fork and to never over eat.

Hope ate to sate her hunger now. She had a lot of hunger.

“I am glad you think so. Now for a little talk of business if you don't mind?”

“Oh, yes!” said Hope between mouthfuls, “What did your, uhm, expert think of my, ah, milk?”

“It is of a very high quality, a very high quality indeed,” said a voice.

Hope glanced down between mouthfuls and found a woman standing on the ground below. No, not a woman, she had cow like ears emerging from her blonde hair and her chest was astoundingly large, her oversized blouse barely holding together. She was a cowkin, an older one by the looks, an older more experienced woman who wore a pair of large black rimmed glasses, her posture that of someone used to commanding others.

“Really?” mumbled Hope around a mouthful of cream.

“Oh most certainly.” said the cowkin, “I am not the greatest in this matter but even I can tell when something as unique as this appears. Your milk is, shockingly, a new grade of milk.”

Hope lifted the gallon jug of cream and drained it to the bottom in several massive gulps without replying. The cowkin sounded excited, but really her words didn't mean anything at all to Hope without a number attached. She turned back to the merchant.

“I am willing to be quite… generous… on one condition,” said Perric.

Hope tossed the emptied jug aside. “Wait what condition? What do you mean?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really, It's simply a job offer, quite reasonable I assure you.”

“Well, I thank you for the offer but I have to politely decline. I am on a quest, a quest searching for my uhm, lover.”

“Ah! How romantic!” the merchant smiled, but then paused as he looked down at her vast belly. “Wait, are you saying that your current state was caused by this lover?”

“Well yeah, someone would have had to fuck me to become this preggers, I’m not a magic otterkin.”

Perric seemed a little set off balance by this. Just what the hell kind of male could have caused such an extreme pregnancy? The thought made his imagination run wild. If it weren't for the fact that cross species breeding wasn't really possible he would have thought the otterkin had mated with a dragon! As it was the otterkin that had created this belly must have been an absolute beast.

“Hmm, that is… unfortunate.”

“Why?” said Hope, swallowing down the last of her food, a field of empty plates scattered around her. She had begun to steadily lactate during her eating and her leaky breasts had created a mess down the front of her pregnant belly, a sheet of milk over her taut pale skin that dripped down and puddled on the warehouse floor below. Removing the milking nozzles may have been necessary to move her, but she was quickly becoming in need of them again.

“Because it wasn’t so much an offer as a statement of the new state of affairs.”

The doors to the warehouse abruptly slammed open and machinery started to be wheeled in, wagons full of huge glass containers and clear rubber tubes and nozzles, valves and metal connectors and various needle dials.

“I may have somewhat lied about my mentioned tour of a cowkin dairy. It is true I was touring a dairy, but I was doing so because I had bought the thing lock stock and barrel. It had become defunct as there were no cowkins of such level of any real productivity in Riverstone, only Morgana here remained, the owner of the place and the last cowkin milk producer. All her younger employees were unfortunately poached by the better paying city dairies.”

“Wait, what are you saying? Why are you bringing that stuff in here?” said the otterkin. Her lactation increased as she spoke, and little lines of white were sputtering hre and there from her nipples, arcing into the air and across the ground below.

“Did you not think it odd I brought you to this warehouse rather than my mansion? Your milk is of great value, very great value Hope, and that means that your body in effect a gold coin printing machine.”

“What?! You can't freaking imprison me here!” said Hope, eclair cream on her lip, “Dodderric, Percy, Barry, get them!”

The three male otterkins stared at her with their mouths open, then turned to the twelve minotaurs who were glaring at them and flexing their muscles. The height difference between the otterkin side and the minotaur side was at least four foot.

They remained where they were.

“Do something or I will financially ruin you!” cried Hope.

The males, not wanting to be financially ruined, shouted their best war cries and charged the minotaurs.

Barry collided with the nearest minotaurs leg and somehow knocked himself unconscious, flopping to the floor. Percy ran up, shrieked, and then punched a minotaur’s leg spraining his wrist with a cry of pain. Lastly Dodderic stumbled to halt seeing the others fail and hesitantly took a step back.

“Uh- uhm s-s-sorry?” said Dodderic looking up at the towering minotaurs.

The three otterkin males were grabbed up and tossed in a crate. The lid was slammed shut with a definite thud.

Hope looked on in dismay. She really did need to see about getting better servants. Her breasts began sputtering and sprinkling milk, her lactation steadily increasing by the moment.

“You shouldn't worry yourself my dear, you will be very well compensated for your produce.  Only a small share of the profits of course, but as I said I am not without generosity. By the time you leave in a couple of decades you will be able to buy a mansion or two for yourself.”

“N-nuuu! Wailed the otterkin, her breasts now openly spraying milk across the floor in pulsing gushes. She struggled fruitlessly and empty plates were scattered across her form, some sliding free to crash to the ground below in a shatter of broken porcelain.

The cowkin called Margeret set her lips in a line and stepped aside as a wash of milk rolled by her high heels.

“It would appear that she is more than ready to make a first batch. Prepare the machine!”

The minotaurs moved swiftly, pulling apart the equipment from the wagons, pumps and tanks and tubes and great nozzles. In minutes the space was filled with a dozen clear tanks each the size of a small room, a network of branching tubes between them. It was the machinery of an entire cowkin dairy, picked up and moved into the merchant’s warehouse, essentially turning it into its own dairy.

The minotaurs at last came to the most important part, the nozzles. Each of them the size of a watermelon and twice as long, the glass was engraved with hundreds of runes which ever so slightly glowed.

They were clearly high-class enchanted items.

Two of the minotaurs took the nozzles and propped ladders against the otterkin’s pregnancy, climbing them up to her breasts. They had a little difficulty doing this as milk was washing down her taut belly continually now, making her slippery, and milk was spraying into the air wetting their fronts and getting in their face, having to be fought through the spray.

Still, their hands sliding across the slick surface, they reached out for her stiff engorged pink mug sized nipples and moved the nozzles toward them.

Hope wasn’t prepared, one moment they were holding the nozzles out and the next a powerful sucking force drew them onto her fat nips, enclosing them and suctioning tight against her areolas.

“OH F-FUCK!” she cried out as an intense suction latched onto her breasts.

Seen through the glass the gushes of milk coming from her nips turned from a trickle into a raging torrent, powerful straight lines of white spraying down the glass with a racket of liquid.

The nozzles bucked hard, slurping her down and trying to draw more.

She produced for them, and then she produced some more.

“aaaAHHAahh!!!!” she wailed, her voice drifting into a long lush moan as they continued to pump in languid pulsing waves, the pleasurable sensation continually building.

Despite herself, Hope was quickly coming to a peak. She had always had sensitive nipples, even managing to orgasm from them a few times in her life. On a number of occasions, on their trip to Riverstone, she had made Dodderic and the others squeeze and massage them until she was squealing, and why shouldn't she have, the three males in effect belonger to her. In the privacy of the forest she was happy to use them to get herself off.

But with the nozzles the sensation was many times greater and her fingernails made red lines across her breats as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, tongue sticking forth as her eyes rolled up. This was another experience entirely and it was only becoming stronger.

Her legs went stiff behind her, splaying out the sides along with her toes and her pussy sprayed a long line of clear fluid meters up into the air, showering down on a pair of minotaurs on the mezzanine behind her.

“Aah-AAh-F-FUUUUUCK!” she cried, stiff legs shaking.

She couldn't help it, she screamed adn screamed as the industrial grade pumps brutally milked her.

Of course, the other thing about the breast massages that she had commanded of the male otterkins, was that it always made her produce significantly more milk afterwards.

A low grumble filled the air and her breasts began to swell, their surface going from soft and supple to rigid and taut as the amount of milk she was producing multiplied, the nozzles lifting away from her belly as her breasts rounded.

The nozzles went from a visible deluge within the glass to a flat solid white and the clear rubber tubes filled with white began to expand.

“Hey, hey! What's happening to her!” cried Perric, standing from his armchair in alarm.

“I don’t-... Did you give her a second helping of the drugged tea? It was only supposed to be the one!” replied the cowkin.

The merchant shook his head, “I didn't know if she liked tea! She could have chosen to not drink it so I had to prepare appealing alternatives!”

The older cowkin blinked at him. “Wait, what are you saying? You didn't give her more than one cup right?”

“No, I injected the drug into, ah, various pastries and treats, I wasn't sure which one she would pick so I did all of them, I used all of it, the entire bottle you gave me. And… and then she freaking ate all of them!”

The cowkin stared at him.

“One of those bottles lasted our dairy six months split amongst twenty girls… and... you…

She turned as an ominous creaking began to come from one of the tanks, it had filled completely and was a solid cylinder of white over ten foot tall.

“Q-Quickly, switch to the other tanks!”

The minotaurs raced to do as she said and various valves were turned. More tubes bloated and thickened as gallons of milk roared down them, roaring toward the next unfilled tank then spraying into it so hard that the milk made a straight line as it hit the other side before sloshing back down to fill it in a cacophony of liquid noise.

The problem was, it had been mere seconds and the tank was already a quarter full.

The cowkin and the minotaurs panicked as the wailing cumming otterkin began to rapidly fill tank after tank, and worse it only seemed to be accelerating, the otterkin trapped in a loop of stimulation which in turn caused her breasts to produce even more milk in response.

Already they were twice the size they had been and still growing, faint blue veins appearing dotted across their pale surface as the pressure inside just went up and up even as hope squirted harder and harder.

The merchant was pacing now, pacing and fretting and staring down at the warehouse floor which was dotted with tanks. As he watched the last of them became a solid column of white and the milk had nowhere else to go.

The sound of rubber under extreme stress filled the air as each of the clear rubber hoses began to expand, each of them reaching two foot across, then four, then five, becoming high pressure containers of the milk in themselves, leaks appearing and thin lines of white spraying in every direction, making the air rain fresh breast milk across the minotaurs and everything else, spattering everything in white.

Perric turned on Hope as things started to come apart at the seams.

Y-you’ve got to stop! Please stop! STOP!”

“IT FeeLS tOO GUUUDDD!” creamed Hope as her breasts lurched inches larger.

Her legs rigid, with toes digging into her belly, the otterkin angled her hips and squirted like a burst barrel, her puss trembling and clenching around an imagined horse cock as fluid splashed noisily against the wall. She hadn't felt so good since she had been with Fey.

Of course, her breasts responded, and then they grew and grew some more, her production increasing, milk roaring into the nozzles.

And then the milking machinery failed.

Failed all at once.

The room became nothing but white in an instant, the sound of shattering glass and rupturing rubber and tearing metal filling the air as Hope was unleashed.

The high up windows of the warehouse immediately blew out, an explosion of milk that showered down outside.

Showered down on a passing Dryad who was simply passing by on her shopping trip for a certain fairy.

Without thinking, so practised, and habitual, the dryad absorbed the milk into her skin.