Edited by Thegreat_pretender
Tuesday-Titanic Tat tats
The sound of lightning startled Muutan awake as she found herself back at home in her bed in the buff. However, upon trying to raise herself up, she felt a tremendous weight resisting her.
"Oh shoot, look at where all that eating got me... well, I'll be ready for tomorrow..." Muutan sighed, slapping her humongous chest as she shifted to the left side of her bed.
Muutan, after having her great feast the night before, was acclimated to the food in her gut. This meant that everything she had eaten was converted into nutrients, which in turn had become nothing but milk. So much so, in fact, that her breasts had now tripled in size.
"Whew, getting this big is always trouble. Thank goodness I thought ahead!" Muutan huffed as she struggled to pull herself up.
Getting to the left edge of the bed, she managed to get her legs out and reach for the folded-up wheelchair leaning against the wall next to her closet door.
"Ah, ah! Bam, got it!" She huffed after several balancing acts of shifting her weight towards the object, but not so much that would result in her crashing to the floor.
Once opened, Muutan gave the wheelchair a pensive stare, not sure if she'd be able to make the transition from the bed to the chair. Pulling the chair a little closer to the bed, she began to brace herself for the jump.
"One, two, three!" Muutan yelped, shifting her weight into the chair in one valiant leap of faith. The resulting plop was abrupt and worrisome, as she looked as far past her tits as she could while bouncing a bit in place to make sure that the integrity of the chair's seat wasn't compromised by her girth.
Finding that her fat ass had indeed not ripped through the fabric of the chair's seat, she sighed in relief, taking a moment to bask in the security of just having a seat. Though while this victory was a bright one, the situation outside was less than desirable.
"It's so gloomy..." Muutan mumbled, her brown eyes filled with sadness, as she did not care for the rain.
Taking a firm grasp of her wheels, she rolled out of her room and into her tiny kitchen. Her kitchen was dirty, its sink riddled with unwashed dishes, a half-eaten pizza left on the plastic poker table she ate her meals on, and a fridge. She rolled her chair across the tacky, checker-tiled floor to the poker table and examined the pizza.
"Mm, right, it should still be good. I made this Sunday, right?" Muutan said to herself, taking a slice of the cold pie.
Satisfied with the taste, Muutan continued munching down on the pie. Its cheeses, though cold, were made from her own milk, and being partial to the taste of her own lactation no matter the condition, she found the leftovers most enjoyable.
"*Urp*, oh boy, wow, cold but tasty. Well, uh, let's get these girls drained, I guess. Though wow, my nipples really took to the meal last night. They're like those fish sausages Goalma makes... ouch! Ah man, milking is gonna be a little tense..." Muutan sighed, wincing at the newfound sensitivity in her teat-like nipple.
Her breakfast now complete, Muutan rolled herself through the kitchen into the adjoining hall next to the fridge. The wooden hall was well lit by the artificial light fixtures embedded into the ceiling. Passing a glittery curtain, Muutan rolled herself into the barn. The barn was more or less a second home for her. Commendations to ensure her relaxation and comfort over a longer period of time were met here.
She had a bed with a metal slab frame meant to accommodate her fluctuating weight, along with a bedside table with a landline phone, a tiny CRT television, a small collection of books, and a tiny fridge filled with water and dry snacks. Also, last but not least, a bathroom at the far end of the barn for those special times when nature calls. Overall, the barn was larger than her actual house, as its function was a more important factor in her life.
These simple living amenities only took up a fraction of the space in the barn, as the rest was dedicated to all matters of milking. There was an automated bottling machine, alleviating Muutan of any manual labor other than attaching the milking cups to her tits. Milk pulled from said tits was collected in several large bulk milk cooling tanks that took up the majority of the space in the barn. The pumping system was connected to her bed, with the milk pumping apparatus fixated into the framework of the actual headboard. The cups and their adjustable hoses were also fixed to the headboard. The switch to activate the pump was in an easy-to-reach location on the headboard.
Rolling herself to the bed, she, with as much struggle as before, hoisted herself in with a bit of a panicked jump.
"Whew, okay, okay, man that was hard, whew!" Muutan sighed, reaching behind herself for the cups. Flicking the switch above the headboard of her bed, the pump started up.
Sloshing and churning sounds along with the hum of motor power began to buzz as the pumps did their work.
"Ah, mooo! That's fucking great!" Muutan moaned, her large ears flapping back and forth in pleasure.
Taking a moment to soak in the relief, she sighed, her ears drooping to the sides of her head as she basked in the glow of the lights above while the storm raged on outside. Though, in a sudden break of this solace, the annoying buzzer-like noise of the doorbell went off.
"Moo? Oh, argh, where's the remote for the door? Wait no, this is the one for the TV... ah! Got it. Okay!" Muutan strained, reaching for the red remote tittering on the edge of her bedside table.
Through the barn's entrance entered Goalma, dressed in a hooded raincoat and carrying a basket covered in plastic to protect its contents from the rain.
"Oh, hey Goalma, I didn't expect to see you!" Muutan giggled, her floppy ears perking up with joy.
"Whew, it's pouring down out there, eh?" Goalma grumbled, closing and locking the steel door behind her.
"Yeah, it woke me up actually. Oh, whatcha got in the basket?" Muutan said with immediate interest.
"Hold on, hold on, let me hang up my coat," Goalma giggled, hanging the yellow garment on a hook by the door.
"Woah, I've never seen you in a dress! Goalma you look so pretty! Oh, and your hair! Did you do your hair?" Muutan giggled, admiring the younger woman's short, spiky, strawberry-colored hair along with how the yellow garment hugged her lithe form and full breasts.
"Haha, thanks girl. Mind if I get these boots off?" Goalma giggled.
"Sure, sure. Just hang the basket on the hook over there," Muutan suggested.
"Ah, that's better!" Goalma sighed as her bare feet wiggled and flexed against the wood floor of the barn.
"You even painted your toes! Did you get all dolled up to see me or something? Also, what's in the basket?" Muutan investigated, both intrigued and losing patience.
"Well, what if I did? And since you're so impatient, I got you some fish jerky!" Goalma said, twirling towards the bed to present the snack.
"Oh, goodie-goodie!" Muutan yelped, reaching for one.
"No!" Goalma shouted, smacking her hand away.
"Ow! Why though?" Muutan whimpered.
"I'm going to feed you," Goalma said with a calm demeanor.
"Wah? Ah, om..." Muutan expressed before finding a piece of fish jerky in her mouth.
"See? Not so bad, eh?" Goalma teased, using her other hand to pet Muutan's head.
"It's so yummy. Is it Taddy Flop?" Muutan asked, her mouth full.
"Hehe, yes Muutan, it's always Taddy Flop. They're like, the most common thing to catch around here," Goalma giggled, feeding her another piece of the homemade treat.
"I love Taddy Flop!" Muttan mumbled.
"Yeah, you and everyone else," Goalma responded, laughing.
"You've got a lot, are you sure it's fine to eat all of these?" Muutan asked, mumbling through the food.
"Of course, you need your protein! We've got plenty of Taddy meat. I mean, like I said, it's pretty much coming out of the faucets, and it's their breeding season to boot," Goalma giggled, feeding Muutan jerky.
