Misty F Fiction

003 – Milk Makes a Body Grow

This text is updated to some extent from the Tumblr version. If you have feedback about this story, send me an ask. This story is rated NSFW for Explicit Sex, Huge Growth, Intimate Nudity, References to Sex and Significant Sexually-Focused Transformation


In the four days since her party got back from their last job, Zynn’s life had changed in ways she could have never expected. While the raid on the Tauren rebels had been more about information gathering when the little goblin found something valuable it tended to end up in her pocket. So when she found a statuette made of gold, there was not even a second thought that it was a divine symbol and there might be consequences.

On the first morning back, the little goblin was sore all over, and her armor chafed through her jerkin. Her golden cow was pretty though, and it shimmered with a light all its own as she turned it over in her hands. She thought it funny the figure’s curves were so fantastically exaggerated but found herself liking the rotund shape, probably because the greater mass meant there was more gold for her fence.

On the second day, she could not fit her shirt over her bust, nor her pants past her hips and butt. Somehow, she had gained significant curves. Curves like the statuette. The rogue was sure they were related but found herself too distracted by her body to think about it. The new abundance of soft, pliable flesh felt great in her hands. Her sense of touch was strangely intense and entrancing. Squishing her tits under her fingers, she sunk back into her bunk to further enjoy herself. She fantasized about wrapping her next tits around hard Orc cock or, failing that, a suitable pounding by an invention of that one crazy Gnome they had captured.

As she felt her body vibrate, she could have sworn her girls had swelled in her hands. Her green nipples and areolae seemed to be puffier than before. She ran her fingers over them and shuddered again. Egged on by the overwhelming stimulation, it was several hours before she stopped playing with herself—at which point she went in search of more substantial satisfaction.

The third day dawned with even more drastic swelling.

First off, she could barely get her arms around her tits and her nipples had grown to the size of her thumbs. While standing up, the teardrops of flesh hung past her ribs to rub against her tight stomach. Her veins were visible against her skin, shots of dark green against bright.

Her lower body had changed, too. Her ass, for it was no longer just a butt, stuck so far out she had to bend backward just to run her hands along the curves of her cheeks. The fact that her back rubbed against it as she did so, made her shudder with excitement. The goblin noted with relish that the skin where ass met leg was particularly sensitive and soft. Further, her hips had to be far broader than her shoulders now. Her thighs were thicker than she could grab with either hand now, but they only rubbed at the apex of their gentle curves. Dragging her fingers along the soft flesh felt almost as good as pawing at her tits, and she almost lost herself to just stroking her upped legs.

After getting off to herself at least half a dozen times, she hunted down Thark and dragged the burly Orc back to his bunk. It only took two minutes to milk his thick green dick between her vast, pillowy cleavage. Zynn was disappointed but, as her Orcish partner sucked on her nipples, she felt him getting hard again. Not just that, he felt… Bigger.

Her body was humming as she climbed on top. Every fiber of her being was vibrating as she rode Thark hard until he was groaning her name around her swollen teats. Only, he was not going soft but continuing to grow. He had already been a tight fit before, but now, it felt like his expanding cock was going to split her in two. A sensation which only grew stronger as he poured his seed into her several times, filling her up so much that her tummy was bloated out, and yet, his dick remained like a stone. Things finally ended when Thark passed out. However, they had been going for so long that others had started to come back to the dorm for the night. She took on all comers, her body burning with a need that seemed insatiable.

So when she awakened the fourth day she wasn’t at all surprised that her whole body was even thicker than before. A heap of Orcs lay around her. Not one of them was smaller than seven inches.

“On top of that,” she continued from her seat at the breakfast table, an Ogre’s mantle wrapped around her like a blanket. “I’m leaking milk now, and it tastes so delicious and sweet.”

She leaned over, elbow on table and chicken leg in hand. “I’m telling you, I won’t be surprised if I suddenly get taller. Maybe it‘d balance all of this out,” she added, hefting a breast that had swollen to a size larger than her head. Her veins stood out proudly from the pressure of her fluids.

“Whatever, Zynn,” said an Orc a couple of seats down. “Maybe don’t get cursed next time?”

“You wanna say that to my face?”

The Orc’s chair slid back as he stood and drew his axe, only to fall backwards grasping at a dagger which had sprouted from his shoulder. The flutter of fabric hung in the air and Zynn stood over him, her hyper-hourglass physique on display for everyone to see.

She dropped to her knees on either side of his face, her thighs squeezing his cheeks. Her plump pussy was already glistening in anticipation of the face fucking she was about to dish out. “You gonna apologize, or am I gonna make a man out of you?”

The Orc stammered, his eyes fixed on the curvy goblin’s steadily swelling clit. His friends pulled him by the legs and got him up. The hall cleared in a hurry after that. Frustrated, Zynn returned to her bunk.

Her new bulk made playing with herself hard, so she settled for sucking on her swollen nipples. Her fingers traced the veins throbbing against her skin as she alternated between one and the other. She was slowly slipping into a pleasurable haze when she noticed her bunk seemed even smaller.

Focus lost, she turned her attention to how small the world seemed to have gotten. Getting to her feet, her shoulder was even with the ceiling of her nook when, before, it was just above eye level. She had to have gotten half a foot taller!

The milk! Thark and the other Orcs had grown because of the all the suckling they had done! She, too, was changing because of the fluid, it seemed. Her body was swelling to ever greater thickness as the cream seeped into her flesh. Zynn was so round now that she looked like some kind of fertility–The statue! She was as fecund as the statue, maybe even more so. Had she been cursed? Was she doomed to grow lusher forever as divine retribution played out on her body?

She had never been so excited.

The voluptuous goblin had a bowl in her hand before she knew it and was doing her best to squeeze her tits over it. Milk got everywhere, but most of it ended up in the bowl. She waited for it to grow but, it remained the same size. Did it just work on living things?

She looked around and finally dug through a drawer for what was once her favorite sex toy. Four inches long and a couple of inches thick, the phallus was made of a bouncy material the Undead processed. They called it ‘rubber.’ Scooping up the teal dick, she dropped it into the bowl.

Zynn was unsure what to expect, but, sure enough, the level of the milk went down and the phallus began to expand. In moments, right before her eyes, it outgrew the bowl then continued to expand until it was nearly as long as she was.

She had to fuck it! Her reputation for being the best rogue for tight spaces inside and out depended on it!

It took forever to get the toy vertical; its circumference was almost more than her arms could grab and, on top of that, its surface was still very slick. However, the feeling of the stiff material between her expansive cleavage had her panting even before she climbed up her nook to be level with it.

Her pussy was positively drooling at the thought of something so vast being inside her. Oddly, her nipples were also dripping, but she was too caught up in her excitement to explore that physical development further.

The extraordinarily busty goblin gripped the milk-slick shaft with plump calves and thighs as she lowered herself towards the tip. At first, the pressure was blinding, but she steadily, impossibly, stretched to accommodate the massive toy.

With a start, she realized the milk still seeping out of the material was affecting her as well. The lust-driven goblin gripped tighter, pulling herself further towards the broadest point. With each inch, she felt like she would inevitably break, but never did. The feeling of her body stretching reminded her of a balloon filling with air.

The pressure was beyond comprehension as the ridge drew close. Her coordination was waning as spasm after spasm of orgasm wracked her body. Milk flowed freely now, coating her front with the miraculous fluid. Finally, she slipped over the edge of the head and gravity took over. Try as she might to squeeze and halt her descent, the giant phallus was too slick to find purchase.

Somehow, her body seemed to rearrange to accommodate the intrusion, and in what felt like no time at all, her feet were on the floor, and the entire three-foot dong was inside her as she leaned against her nook.

Wait, leaned? Zynn glanced about, even though she had slid to the floor, her eye level had not changed all that much. Apparently the torrents of milk she was releasing had made her grow to handle the massive achievement. Only, it no longer seemed like that much of an accomplishment now, since the size difference had been removed since she was no longer three feet tall anymore. If she had to guess, she was probably as tall as an orc now.

Although all that added height had not even come close evening out her proportions. If anything, Zynn’s body was even more outrageous now than before. Impossibly round, vein-covered tits hung past her hips and extended at least a foot in front of her. Huge, puffy areolae, at least the size of her tits just a couple of days ago, were capped by nipples as thick as her wrists. From the gentle tickle on her skin, they were still leaking profusely.

She could neither reach mid-thigh around her flared hips nor could she reach the apex of her ass. Which, the goblin noted, now also rounded out to the sides, making her cheeks nearly perfect orbs.

As she was still standing, the not so little rogue imagined her legs were both thick with jiggling fat and rippling with bulging muscles. She took a tentative step and though her whole body wobbled, she did not lose her footing.

In the time it had taken to take stock of her new body, the pleasing feeling of being full had faded and a considerably smaller toy fell between her feet with a wet splat. It appeared her body had wrung all the milk out of it to fuel her changes.

Well, looks like this adventurer has a new quest,” she said to herself. “After I return this wonderful little cow, I’m off to find the biggest dong in all the land and fuck it, preferably twice. Failing that, I’ll make one suitable for me. No, why stop at one? I want more than that–and I can make that happen…”

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