Sidestory Riverstone. Part 5 (Building Breaker Tier) (Patreon)

Sidestory Riverstone. Part 5.

The highly compressed tanks failed catastrophically and the warehouse was instantly doused in white. Unfortunately, many of the windows had been left open and splashes of the otterkin's milk escaped.

Not much compared to the whole, but enough.

The flick of milk landed on her skin and Solomon froze mid-step, her breath catching in her throat as she instinctively absorbed it.

She hadn't been hit by anything at all really, just a sprinkle across her cheek, but it didn't matter, it was enough to do its damage and her perfectly maintained equilibrium was instantly kicked off a cliff and plummeted into the uncontrolled abyss.

Her core, which was filled well past anything any dryad had ever been filled with, began to fail with every breath she took, tears and ruptures appearing deep within her body. She had made a mistake, foolishly believing she could easily adapt to the strain of having so much excess true sap within herself.

That was an impossible hope now.

There was only one choice left: Find significant release and relieve the pressure… or very likely die.

Without hesitation she sprinted down the cobble street. The street she was in was deserted, she couldn't stay, she needed… she needed someone... willing to help…

She darted into the next street over and then came to a skidding halt as her frantic eyes instantly locked onto what she needed, a restaurant, or more specifically a certain large chested and black eared wolfkin from the tunnels below who was currently moving around inside, just visible through the diamond pane glass. She made a quick prayer of thanks to the Dryad gods having found an answer to her predicament almost immediately.

Desperately trying to hold herself together she pushed through the restaurant's door and slipped inside.

The interior was very… planty. Pot plants, ferns, bushes, even several small potted trees. A new interior decor fashion had been sweeping through Riverstone apparently. Solomon was vaguely aware she had something to do with that, the visits to her underground leafy jungle kingdom left an impression and that was being replicated above ground... also it made it easier to install passages down for faster access to her tentacle services… Actually that was probably the main reason.

She quickly shuffled around a particularly large bush and slipped down into a plush leather couch covered in pillows, part of a curved alcove that gave semi privacy from the rest of the restaurant. Perfect.

She peeked over the top of the couch, peering through the foliage at her target, her only hope.

The wolfkin was there, wearing a waitressing uniform. Black leggings, a black pencil skirt, a black blouse and a black half apron. Altogether she gave the impression of being a serious and professional waitress at a high class restaurant, which she was.

Unfortunately with Solomon's desperate situation she might not be maintaining that composure for long.

She bit her lip as her hand slipped down to her leaf skirt, the thing parting to allow access to her nethers.

Of course, she couldn't use something like her true sap cock here, the wolfkin was on the other side of the restaurant and in public. She needed something else, something with a bit more reach and stealth. She waved vaguely at her loins and something began to stir within. She wasn't a mammal, not really, she didn't have to follow the rules as they did. A more direct connection to her core would suffice for a rush job like this. Her lower lips parted and a tentacle peeked out from within, one that was growing and lengthening rapidly. Unlike her other tentacles however this one was tipped like a human's penis, much more suitable for unloading her true sap directly.

She gripped it between her fingers and found there was a good distance between her thumb and index touching. Yes, this would work.

She let her leaf skirt form back over her hips hiding her indecency. Then she lay back and let her tentacle pour forth from her loins, growing and growing from her body. She would be lying if she said the feeling of the tentacle slipping through her insides didn't make her squirm. The tentacle continued spiralling down her thigh and shin before it reached her foot and the ground where it began snaking across the wood, determinedly heading toward the wolfkin.

"The grain fed lamb rack with quince jam and a side of baby sprouts. Excellent. And for you Miss?"

The wolfkin efficiently scribbled into her notepad as the family continued to pickily make their orders, and it seemed things would have continued like that smoothly, except that the wolfkin felt something touching against her foot.

She glanced down in surprise, wondering what was touching her. Her eyes widened in dismay as she found a smooth green vine tentacle butting up against her ankle.

"You're freaking doing this outside of the underground now Solomon?!" she whisper hissed under her breath.

"Hmm? What was that?"

Her head snapped back up to the ordering family.

"S-sorry, nothing. The queen prawns with p-pumpkin mash. And you sir?"

The tentacle wiggled at her ankle frantically, and kept on doing so, pushing and shoving up against it until it suddenly got what it wanted. It slipped under her tight black leggings. The tentacle was inside of her clothing.

The wolfkin flinched as it entered, her notepad wobbling as a cloth wrapped bulge slowly began to make its way up her leg, a bulge that spiralled up and around her thigh and disappeared under her pencil skirt. She made a stricken face as something thick brushed up against her muff, something that wanted through the thin barrier of her blue and white striped panties.

"Okay, great that's everything thank you, your order will only take a moment!" she got out in a rush, cutting the family's order short.

She turned and quick marched away from the table, vine tentacle flowing under tables and chairs behind her, sometimes even flowing through the wood of the furniture itself to keep out of sight and avoid tangling.

Her gait became increasingly shaky and wobbly as she went, the tentacle becoming more and more pushy.

"H-hey no one told me about this part of the service! I can't just be tentacled while I'm on shift Solomon!" She huffed and then let out a gasp as the cock head wriggled itself against her panties even harder. "F-fuuuck, I've missed this feeling- I mean NO! It's just not professional!" She assumed the industrious Dryad could hear her, that was what the others in the tentacle lover clubs had told her after all.

She had to catch herself as the tentacle only thrashed harder in response to her words so maybe the dryad really could hear her and just wasn't going to stop. Maybe… maybe she was good enough at her job to hide this, and really what harm would it do? It wasn't like it would affect the quality of the food being served. She just had to hold it together well enough that it didn't bother the customers. She could do that right? Right? It seemed like a small obstacle to having that tentacle itch of her own scratched, an itch that just had needed more frequent scratching since she had started taking advantage of Solomon's services. Okay it was a tentacle addiction, but a minor one, a mild one, really, she considered, who doesn't have their vices these days?

She licked her lips and swallowed, then she angled her hips, lifting her leg slightly, allowing the tentacle entrance. The tentacle caught on the edge of the fabric of her panties then shoved it roughly aside and thrust up inside her in the same motion.

"EEP!"

She squeaked as she was eagerly and roughly penetrated. Now that was certainly different from the tentacles underground! This one almost seemed desperate to be inside of her, as if it were life or death. A passing teenage lupine stared at her as she shivered and squirmed, her insides spreading around the thick girthy tentacle.

She noticed him staring at last.

"Wha-what are you looking at bra- I mean, p-please join your table sir and I will be with you m-momentarily!"

She cleared her throat politely and avoided his gaze as she tottered off.

Her steps became increasingly wobbly as she pushed into the kitchens and she clumsily ripped the top sheet of paper from her notepad. The unfortunate dwarven cook on the other side could only blink in surprise as she shoved the crumpled paper into his hands.

"D-don't take your time, they've been waiting as is. Go on, go!"

She tottered back out, only her professional determination keeping her legs from buckling as the tentacle pushed deeper and deeper inside, the bulge running up her leggings wriggling against her flesh.

A hand was raised from a table and she tottered over, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Could she really do this? The thrusting was only getting rougher, and it was all she could do to stop her thighs slamming together and moaning her heart out.

"My n-name is Lizzy and h-how c-can I- I mean wha-what would you l-like sir?"

A Lupine family wearing expensive looking clothing eyed her curiously, clearly wondering why she was squirming her hips and couldn't keep still. She noticed with dismay that the young lupine teenager was there too, clearly this was his family.

"Just the cooled soup for starters and then-"

"YES SOUP! s-soup it is, very hard- I mean very good- ch-choice!"

"Uhhh, quite."

Lizzy followed the teenage lupine's gaze down to her midriff and her eyes widened in horror seeing that a very slight bulge had appeared under her black blouse, a bulge that slowly eased down before thrusting back up.

She quickly shoved the notepad down in an attempt to hide it, but of course, it hid nothing, and the young lupine watched hypnotised as her belly repeatedly pushed out and in as the tentacle violently fucked her beneath her skirt, pistoning in and out of her pussy without relent.

The parents at least seemed too distracted to have noticed yet, too busy with the menu. Best to keep it that way. She tried her best to bend forward, using any slack in her blouse to hide the motions. It unfortunately did little, the blouse was near skin tight. There wasn't much else to do but distract them away from that area of her body.

"And with that sir?"

The parent continued to order, completely oblivious to what their son couldn't take his eyes off.

Still, it seemed like she would get away with it, only a little more… Wait, was the tentacle getting faster? Excited even?

"hnnff, yes sir, the brisket and-

The tentacle abruptly slammed into her unprepared pussy and she suddenly fell forward against the table, half bent over it, notepad slamming onto the surface. The family cried out in alarm as their complimentary drinks of water wobbled and spilled under the impact, the whole table shaking.

"-w-with onion g-gravy and- oh my gawwddd!"

The frantically thrusting tentacle sped up and her hips started bashing against the table, the cutlery rattling with each shaky impact.

"And- and- AND-!"

She keened abruptly as the tentacle thrust deeper than ever before and rapidly swelled in size, strings of something liquid spraying deep inside of her over and over. She'd never felt a tentacle do that before!

Lizzy was left panting, half bent over the family's dinner table, the three of them staring at her in shock.

"I am going to kill you, Solomon," she breathed.

The motherly Lupine blinked hearing her words and her eyes dropped down to her belly.

"H-hey, you mean to say you're…? Like, right now? In public? That's a thing she offers? Anyone can get that?! I can get that?!"

the wolfkin glanced from the motherly wolfkin to her husband who looked on the verge of exploding in anger.

She licked her lips nervously and quickly stood back up, straightening her back and brushing aside the sweat soaked hair that had fallen across her face.

"It's uh, nothing, really, sorry about that, I get bad stomach cramps sometimes, please don't hold it against me."

"Stomach cramps!? what the hell kind-"

"Really Gerard, don't be cruel, this person is sick!" said the mother, darting in and quickly covering for her. She was clearly an ally when it came to tentacles.

Gerard's mouth hung open.

She shot the mother a grateful look.

"And, ah, I almost forgot, would you like drinks? to, uh, replace those spilt? On the house- that is uh, for free, of course." She smiled, doing her best welcoming waitress impression.

The family blinked at her, as if recalling that they had been ordering before Lizy had fallen on their table and begun moaning.

"That would be… a start to fixing this. Fine. A fresh water. With lemon.."

"C-certainly-ah- ahnff- I will just be seeing to that- ahn!"

The wolfkin moved uncomfortably, something felt… off, and not just the tentacle still moving in and out of her pussy. Her body felt heated, tight, her clothes pressing against her skin in a way they hadn't before.

She glanced down in surprise to see her nipples had become engorged and stiff and were pressing against the fabric of her blouse, wait, were her breasts… bigger? She was a blessed wolfkin in the chest department to begin with, but she didn't recall her blouse being quite so tightly fitted over her chest a few moments ago… and were those damp patches over her nipples? What?

"C-can I get the tea?"

She glanced up to see the teenage lupine staring.

"And how would you like that sir?"

"W-with sugar and breast milk, I mean B-BREASTS- NO! I m-mean Milk! MILK! Cow milk!"

Lizy pressed her lips together.

"Wait- N-not you- I mean- I'm not saying you are a co- N-never mind f-forget the milk- I- forget the milk! No milk!"

The teenage lupine looked ready to shrivel up into a peanut with embarrassment, but he was still unable to drag his gaze away from Lizzy's chest, something was clearly happening to her, it wasn't just her who had noticed, it was hard not to when it was still happening!

Lizzy looked down in alarm as her breasts started to visibly inch larger, even more alarming the fabric tented around her nipples was seriously getting wet, in fact she was now openly lactating in front of the customers.

She jerked her hands up in an attempt to hide her leaky nips. Unfortunately the tentacle had started thrusting deeper at the same time and her belly bulged out slightly with each thrust once more. Her hand darted down to try to hide that, but that left her leaky teats in view. She panicked for a moment not sure what to try to hide, but eventually settled on hiding her nipples as her breasts continued to grow, her tight black blouse stretching around their swelling roundness, puckered gaps between the buttons slowly appearing and showing her struggling bra below. The sound of buttons and buckles straining under pressure filled the air.

"I- uh,-"

"Is-is that a service she offers too?!" said the lupine mother, her eyes popping out of her head as she watched Lizy's breasts continuing to swell in size, half as large again as they had been. "C-can I get that?!"

A button pinged from her blouse suddenly and bounced off the teenager's nose. The teenager looked like he was seeing the gates of heaven opening before him, or perhaps that was the rippling effect the loss of the button was having on Lizzy's chest.

"Thankyouforyourorder, yourorderwillbewithyoushortly!" Lizzy rushed out in a torrent of words before turning on her heel and darting away before her blouse could explode.

Her rush to get away became increasingly stumbly as she went, her leggings stretching out more and more as her thighs and hips rapidly thickened in a similar fashion to her breasts, growth piling on.

"G-goddamit Solomon, what are you doing to me! hnfffff!"

She practically fell back through the kitchen door, staggering straight into the unfortunate dwarven cook, her breasts colliding with his head and entirely smothering him, milkiness gushing over his shoulders and staining the cloth.

"H-heres the order!" she cried, shoving a scrunched up note into his hand.

"Uh, are you okay?" said the dwarf struggling to pull his head free.

"Yes! fine!"

She pushed away from him, milk running down onto the floor as her breasts continued to grow larger stil. The tentacle hadn't stopped pumping and went rigid inside of her once more, releasing strings of a certain something into her for a second time.

Lizzy continued to grow. Milk was now openly rolling down her front now, standing out clearly on her black clothing. She looked ready to mother half a dozen children. Another button on her blouse pinged free.

Back behind the potted plants Solomon let out a sigh of relief as the immense pressure in her core started to ebb with her second ejaculation. It seemed like she was going to make it.

But then something wet fell on the tentacle and she froze as she unthinkingly absorbed it.

Milk.

Milk just like Petal's, milk created by the mothering effect her true sap had.

She licked her lips, the sensation of the stuff making her body tingle.

Maybe just a little more wouldn't be so bad.

Without even having to think about it slimmer tentacles slipped from her pussy and spiralled around the thicker tentacle, rapidly growing along its length until they came up by the Lizzy's leggings, pushing up under the fabric along with the cock tentacle.

They rapidly spiralled up her leg, passing her pussy, and slid up over her belly, the two slipping up around her growing breasts to her teats. There the tips opened wide and engulfed her nipples, instantly applying a heavy suction.

The wolfkin mewled as her breasts were forcibly milked, having to place her hands on the next customer's table she was at just to remain upright.

Solomon gasped as the milk flowed into her from the wolfkin, the feeling sending chills up her spine and tingly pleasurable feelings all over. Yes! This was just like Petals! How could she resist this addictive substance? It was everything a dryad could ever want in the world!

She pumped harder, then harder, thirsty for the Lizzy's milk

She was so focused on the milk that she didn't notice that her core had stopped shrinking and had started to expand again. It was only when the strain became uncomfortable that she jerked back to reality.

She really needed to stop milking the wolfkin.

"…"

But that would mean she would have to stop drinking down her breast milk.

Solomon was vaguely aware that she had become addicted to the true sap generated milk, but that was an easy thought to ignore, especially when she could simply create a second cock tentacle to relieve herself, there were many other clients in this restaurant after all, surely they wouldn't mind a little early servicing?

The second cock tentacle slipped down between her thighs and snaked across the floor, easing up by the motherly lupine and then spiralling up her leg.

The motherly lupine squeaked as she was touched but then quickly stifled her voice and pretended nothing was happening even as her family turned to stare at her.

"S-sorry, I uh, bit my cheek!" said the lupine as she subtly pulled her panties aside allowing the tentacle entrance.