Chapter 3: Filling Out
Near closing time a month later, Katie and Danny get ready for closing. "You're really starting to know your way around the front of the shop, Danny!" she bounces.
"Here, take this towel help me wipe down the counter." Katie tossed Danny a towel.
Danny starts to wipe down the counter, his chest wobbling just a bit as he does so. "I've started to put on a little weight," he muses, "maybe a few too many Milf Shakes."
"You look great!" Katie quickly interjected, "you're chest is looking fuller - that's a good thing for both guys and girls - and your butt is filling out a bit, not quite so flat back there. Trust me, putting on a bit of weight in the right places can be sexy. I've gained over thirty pounds since I started working here, almost all of it in my bra and shorts, and my tips keep going up," she wobbled, her sexy curves including her breasts which had recently been 'promoted' from an F cup to a G underscoring her point.
"Yeah, I guess so," Danny said distractedly. He had been wiping down the counter when suddenly, he felt a strange sensation in his body. It was as if tiny pinpricks were dancing along his skin, starting from his chest and radiating outward. The sensation was both pleasurable and alarming, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Danny, are you okay?" Katie asked, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the sudden change in his demeanor.
"I-I'm not sure," he stammered, his hands trembling slightly. "I feel...strange. Like there are tiny bubbles popping all over my skin."
Katie's eyes widened, and she quickly glanced at Becky, who was restocking the milk in the refrigerator.
"Danny, headlights alert!" she chirped, pointing at his chest.
Danny looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the distinct peaks pressing against his shirt. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest, his face flaming with embarrassment. "What? How? Why?" he stammered, his mind racing.
Becky turned at the sound of his voice, her eyes widening as she took in his reaction. "Danny, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
Danny's eyes darted between the two women, his mind whirling with confusion and embarrassment. "I-I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I started feeling strange, like tiny bubbles were popping all over my skin, and then...then my nipples got hard." He looked down at his chest, his voice trembling.
Becky exchanged a knowing glance with Katie before turning back to Danny. "Hey, don't worry, sweetie, it's all natural," she said, her voice soothing. "You've just been working really hard, scooping all that ice cream. Your muscles are probably a bit tense. How about we give you a little massage to help you relax?"
Katie nodded in agreement, stepping closer to Danny. "Yeah, we all know how hard it can be to handle all that heavy lifting. A good massage can really help work out those kinks." She reached out, gently rubbing Danny's shoulder. "Come on, sit down here at the counter, and let us take care of you."
Danny hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between the two women.
Becky, seeing his uncertainty, stepped forward and took his hand. "Come on, Danny, don't be shy. We've all seen each other half-naked plenty of times working here. It's no big deal." She guided him to the counter and helped him up onto it, gently but firmly pushing him back until he was lying down. Katie quickly moved to help Becky, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "Arms up," she directed, and Danny complied, lifting his arms above his head. Becky and Katie pulled the shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare chest to the cool air of the shop. Danny instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide his exposed nipples.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed," Katie cooed, nudging his arms back down. "We're just here to help.
Now, let's see what we're working with," Katie said, her hands resting on Danny's chest. She began to gently knead his pectoral muscles, a spark of surprise flickering across her face as she realized just how firm they were becoming. "Becky, come feel this," she called over, her voice filled with excitement.
"What's wrong?" Becky asked, her brows furrowing as she stepped closer, her own ample chest heaving slightly with each breath.
"Feel this," Katie insisted, grabbing Becky's hand and pressing it against Danny's chest. Becky's eyes widened as she felt the unexpected firmness beneath her fingers.
"Wow, Danny, your chest is... well, it's really firm. It's like you're already starting to grow a bit," she said, her voice filled with awe.
Katie and Becky exchanged a knowing smile, their hands continuing to explore Danny's firming chest. "It's really firm," Becky confirmed, her fingers circling one of Danny's nipples, causing him to gasp slightly at the unexpected sensation.
"Why is this happening?" Danny asked, his voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "I don't understand. I'm not... not supposed to be like this, am I?"
Becky and Katie exchanged another glance, their smiles softening. "Honey, it's okay," Becky said gently, her voice soothing. "You look great. Katie, get some @Mazzola Bust Oil from the back so we can give Danny's chest the massage he really needs to relax." Becky's voice was soft yet firm, a gentle command that brooked no argument. Katie nodded and quickly disappeared into the back room, emerging moments later with a bottle of the shimmering golden oil. She handed it to Becky, who poured a generous amount into her palms, rubbing her hands together to warm the oil.
Danny lay on the cool countertop, his breath coming in short gasps as his chest continued to tingle and ache. He watched with wide, frightened eyes as Becky and Katie approached him, their hands slick with the golden oil. As the @Pastoral Playlist played, he relaxed and enjoyed their warm hands massaging his fuller chest.
His nipples hardened even further, responding to the touch and the sensual music. Becky and Katie cooed at the sensation, their own large breasts jiggling with the motion. "See there, sweetie? Your body's just responding to the good care," Becky purred, her fingers working in circular motions. Danny bit his lip, a shiver running down his spine as a new wave of pleasure hit him. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was both terrifying and thrilling.
"This is...this is really weird, guys," he stammered, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I mean, look at me! My chest...it's like it's alive or something."
"Hush you," Becky whispered, and bent down to suck his nipple.
"I'll explain later, sweetie. Trust me, your body is just responding to the oil and the sensations—it's a good thing. You're going to love it." She teased his nipples with her tongue, and he could feel a deep, warm sensation spreading from his chest down to his groin. The tingling intensified, his body coming alive in a way he'd never experienced before.
Becky's mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around his nipple. Danny let out a soft moan, his back arching instinctively. Katie, noticing his reaction, grinned and moved to the other side of the counter, her fingers playing with his other nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, his body tingling and throbbing. His nipples were now painfully hard, aching for more attention.
Becky's tongue swirled around his left nipple, her mouth warm and wet, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his groin. Katie, noticing his body's reaction, grinned and moved to the other side of the counter, her fingers playing with his right nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, his body tingling and throbbing, his cock straining against his shorts. He couldn't believe how good this felt, how right it seemed. He was alive, every nerve ending firing with a intensity he'd never known.
"Fuck, Becky, that feels amazing," he moaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Don't stop."
Becky hummed in response, her mouth never leaving his nipple. She sucked harder, her teeth grazing the stiff peak, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to his core.
Katie's hands moved lower, gliding over his abdomen, making him gasp for air. She glanced up at him, a wicked grin on her face. "You like that, don't you, sweetie?" she purred, her voice sultry. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
Danny's eyes widened as Katie's fingers found the hem of his Ample Hills booty shorts. "What are you...?" he started, but his question was cut off by a moan as Becky bit down gently on his nipple. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more. He couldn't think, couldn't process what was happening. All he knew was that it felt incredible.
Katie's hands moved slowly, tantalizingly, inching up his thighs.
Danny gasped, his body tensing as he felt her fingers trace his inner thigh, brushing against the sensitive skin. He squirmed slightly, his body on edge, overwhelmed by the combination of sensations. Becky looked up, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she watched Katie's fingers creep higher and higher. "Relax, sweetie," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "Let us take care of you."
Danny's eyes were wide, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe how good it felt. Katie's fingers were so close to his most sensitive area, and he could feel the heat of her touch, the promise of more. He closed his eyes, biting his lip as he tried to process the sensations coursing through his body.
He could feel his hardened nipples aching for more attention, and the heat of Katie's fingers so close to his groin was almost unbearable. He imagined what it would be like to have curves like Becky and Katie, to be as buxom and confident as they were. He envisioned himself with fuller hips, rounder breasts, and a more curved silhouette, feeling a strange sense of arousal at the thought. He never knew he could be attracted to himself like this, but the idea of having a more feminine figure, of being desired by others, was incredibly exciting.
He let out a soft moan, his hips arching slightly as Katie's fingers brushed against his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts. His mind was racing, filled with images of himself with larger breasts, of being worshipped and adored by others.
He could feel his body tensing, his cock aching for release. Katie's fingers circled his shaft through his pants, her touch tantalizingly close to where he needed it most. "That's it, sweetie," she cooed, her voice sultry and encouraging. "Let go for us. We've got you." Becky pulled back from his nipple with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva and the golden oil. "That's right, Danny," she purred, her hands cupping his breasts, squeezing gently. "We've got you. Just let go."
With a loud groan, Danny's body convulsed as he came, his cock pulsing with release. He could feel the heat of his cum soaking through his shorts, the sensation overwhelming and intense.
Becky and Katie exchanged a satisfied grin, their hands still cupping and caressing his chest. "Well, that was fun," Katie said, her voice breathless. "But now, I think it's time to clean up."
She grabbed a clean rag from the counter and handed it to Danny. "Here, sweetie, let's get you cleaned up." As Danny took the rag, Becky added, "And after we clean up, how about we tell you the secret of how Milf Shakes are made?
The warmth of their touch and the sensual music from the Pastoral Playlist still lingered in the air, and Danny felt a sudden thrill at the prospect of learning more about the creamery's most popular secret. "Really? That sounds... amazing," he whispered, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Becky and Katie exchanged a conspiratorial glance, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Alright then, sweetie, but first things first. Let's get you cleaned up," Becky said, guiding Danny's hand to the sensitive, still-tingling skin of his chest.
Danny blushed, his face still flushed from the intense experience. He dabbed at the mess, the scent of the golden oil filling his nostrils.
"What's in this stuff, anyway?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "It seems to be doing... something to me." Becky and Katie exchanged a look, their expressions softening as they shared a secret smile. "It's a special blend," Katie began, her voice gentle. "Katie and I use it too, on our girls." Becky nodded in agreement, taking the rag from Danny and tossing it into the sink. "It's helped our chests stay firm as we've grown and as we take care of our...production duties." Becky and Katie exchanged another glance, a hint of hesitation flickering in their eyes. "Well, Danny," Katie began, her voice careful, "you see, making the Milf Shakes is... a bit more involved than just scooping ice cream." She paused, biting her lip thoughtfully. "It involves a special ingredient that isn't on the menu. An ingredient that we, uh, produce ourselves."
Danny's brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could ask further, Becky stepped in, her voice steady and reassuring. "It's okay, sweetie. We were about to tell you anyway. You see, the secret to our Milf Shakes is... well, it's milk. But not just any milk. It's a special kind of milk that only certain people can make.
Danny looked shocked, "You mean...?"
"Yeah, sweetie," Becky said, her voice gentle, "we're lactating. That's why we can make the Milf Shakes so extra special. Our milk has a unique flavor and properties that make the shakes truly one of a kind."
Danny's eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw dropping slightly. "But...but how? And why didn't you tell me earlier?" he stammered, his mind racing with questions.
Becky and Katie exchanged a glance, their expressions serious. "It's not something we can just go around telling people, Danny," Katie explained, her voice soft.
"But yes, we use our own milk to make the Milf Shakes. And now that you know, we guess it's okay to let you try some."
"Can I try some?" Danny asked, his eyes widening with excitement and a touch of apprehension.
Becky and Katie exchanged another conspiratorial glance, their smiles returning. "Well, since you've been such a good sport, and since you're one of us now..." Becky began, trailing off with a suggestive wink.
Danny swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked down at his newly firm chest, his nipples still tingling from the massage.
Becky handed him a glass filled with a thick, creamy liquid, a small straw poking out from the top. The scent was sweet and musky, unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. Danny hesitated for a moment before taking the glass, his eyes darting between Becky and Katie. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "If it's...if it's really your milk, won't it make me...you know, lactate too?" Becky and Katie exchanged a smile, Becky's eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just trust us, sweetie," she said, her voice reassuring. "It's not going to hurt you.
She leaned in closer to Danny, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, the Mazzola Bust Oil is a bit of a trade secret around here. It's got this really special property that, when combined with frequent massage and, well, certain other ingredients, it can help enhance certain... assets." Becky's eyes twinkled with amusement as she emphasized the last word, her hands resting on her own generous chest.
Danny's eyes widened in disbelief. "You mean... you're saying this oil will make me... grow?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"But...but that's not...that's not possible, is it?"
Becky grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, sweetie, you'd be surprised what's possible with the right ingredients and a little bit of effort. Trust me, I should know." She winked, her hands cupping her own ample chest, emphasizing her point.
Katie nodded in agreement, her smile wide and encouraging. "It's true, Danny. The oil has been a game-changer for us. And now that you've experienced it firsthand, you know what we're talking about.
The oil, combined with your frequent massages and, of course, the special ingredient in the Milf Shakes, is helping your chest grow more firm and shapely every day."
Danny's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open as he processed what Becky was saying. He looked down at his chest, running a hand over the firm mounds that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"I...I don't know what to say," he stammered. "I never thought...I mean, I never expected... And the Milf Shakes, you say they have the same ingredient?"
Becky nodded, her eyes softening.
"It's a lot to take in, isn't it? But trust me, Danny, you're looking better, healthier and more confident every day. A little weight gain in the right places really catches customers eyes." She pulled off her shirt to reveal the large teardrop swells of her huge bosoms, "or a LOT of weight in the right places. I was 110 pounds when I started here and I'm now over 140 and almost an H cup and I still have myself a Milf Shake every now and again. It just makes me feel more sexy, more confident, more me..."
Danny took a deep breath, trying to wrap his head around everything he'd learned. He looked down at the glass in his hand, the thick, creamy Milf Shake smelled so good, tasted so good, was so good. He took a sip as he stared, entranced by Becky's big chest.
"That's right, baby boy, drink up. It's time for us to do our 'production' to make tomorrow's shakes. Every night we milk ourselves to get get ready for the next day. You're not lactating, but you can help us with this part of the job going forward. You're really filling out as a member of the team, Danny," she smiled.
Danny polished off the shake, feeling a pleasant fullness in his belly. He handed the glass back to Becky, who took it and set it on the counter with a soft clink.
She and Katie exchanged a glance, a shared understanding passing between them.
"Now that you've had a taste of the product, it's time for us to make more," Becky said, her voice stern yet encouraging.
She stepped closer to him, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Feel okay, sweetie?" she asked, her voice gentle.
Danny nodded, his eyes wide as he looked up at her. "I... I think so. That was incredible."
Becky grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Good. Because we're not quite done yet."
She wobbled over to a mixer and took out two breast pumps. "Katie and I are going to express our milk now. You be a good little boy and add the sugar, @Mazzola Bust Oil and a little bit of that @Bustee Cream off that shelf into the mixer with our dairy." Becky's voice was authoritative, making Danny immediately spin around to find ingredients and utensils. He wanted to please Becky and Katie, now more than ever. Danny found the sugar, the golden oil, and the can of Bustee Cream. He added them to the mixer as Becky had instructed. Katie returned from the back room with a large cooler full of empty bottles.
"Okay, baby boy, now all you have to do is make sure the mixer keeps on stirring while we 'produce'," Katie said, her voice filled with excitement.
She and Becky sat down on stools, positioning the breast pumps between their ample bosoms. They turned on the pumps, the gentle hum filling the air. Danny watched in awe as milk began to flow from their nipples into the containers attached to the pumps.
"This is...amazing," Danny stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I can't believe you can do that."
Becky grinned at him, her cheeks flushed with effort and pride. "It takes practice, sweetie, but it's worth it.
Just look at us now," Katie replied, her voice a little breathless as she focused on the task at hand.
Danny watched as Becky and Katie's chests swelled and contracted with each tug of the pumps. He felt a strange sense of awe and envy, wishing he could do the same. His mind was racing with questions and wonder, but he knew better than to interrupt them now.
After a few minutes, Becky and Katie turned off the pumps and detached the bottles, their chests heaving slightly. Danny quickly stepped in to help, taking the bottles and pouring the contents into the mixer.
"Wow, you both produce a lot of milk," he marveled, his eyes wide as he watched the steady stream of white liquid flow into the machine.
Katie grinned, her chest still heaving slightly. "We sure do, sweetie. And the more we make, the more we can sell. It's a win-win."
Becky nodded in agreement, her eyes twinkling with pride. "That's right, baby. The customers just can't get enough of our special shakes. And with you on board, we can increase production even more."
Danny blinked, taken aback by Becky's comment.
"Me? How could I increase production?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Becky and Katie exchanged a glance, their smiles widening. "Well, sweetie, we were thinking that maybe you could help us with the... production process," Becky began, her voice casual yet hinting at something more.
"You see, with your newfound assets, someday soon you'll start lactating. And once that happens, you'll be able to help us keep up with demand," Katie explained, her voice eager.
Danny's eyes widened in shock. Lactate? But...
"But I'm a guy. Guys don't lactate, do they?" Danny's voice cracked with disbelief, his face pale with shock.
Becky and Katie exchanged a glance, their smiles softening. Becky stepped closer to Danny, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Honey, it's okay. We know this is a lot to take in, but trust us. You're not the first guy to go through this, and you won't be the last."
"You're right, Danny," Katie chimed in, her voice soothing. "Guys don't usually lactate, but with the right...ingredients and with our help, anything is possible."
Danny's eyes were wide with disbelief, his jaw slack. "But...but that's not normal, is it? I mean, how is any of this possible?"
Becky and Katie exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles softening. "Danny, we know this is a lot to take in," Becky began, her voice gentle. "But you have to trust us.
Becky's voice was soothing, her hands gently rubbing his shoulders. Danny looked at the two women, uncertainty and disbelief warring in his eyes.
"But...but how?" he stammered. "How is any of this possible?"
Katie took his hand, her voice warm and reassuring. "Don't worry about the how, sweetie. Just trust us. We've been where you are, and we turned out just fine. In fact, we're better than fine." She winked at Becky, who grinned back, her generous chest heaving as she laughed softly.
"That's right, baby boy. Trust us, you'll be amazed at what you can become."
Danny hesitated, his eyes darting between the two women. He wanted to believe them, to trust them, but the idea of lactating was still so foreign, so unbelievable.
Becky leaned in closer, her voice a sultry purr. "Look, Danny, we know this is a lot to take in. But we're here for you, every step of the way.
Danny trusted them and soon massages with @Mazzola Bust Oil and helping Becky and Katie were a nightly routine. And bit by bit, he grew and changed.
Nightly, after closing up the shop, Danny helped Becky and Katie with their milk production, adding their milk to the mixer along with the Mazzola Bust Oil and Bustee Cream. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched the mixer whirl, combining the ingredients into the magical elixir that would become tomorrow's Milf Shakes.
As he continued to help, he started to notice changes in his own body. His chest felt fuller, heavier, and his nipples were more sensitive than ever before. He even started to experience a gentle stretching sensation in his breasts, as if they were preparing for something.