With this series of drawings showing Lattie doing daily stuff with her two new "residents", it's another opportunity to do weird stuff with it, hah. Most of it would be on the writing though (longer than usual again, also by hibbyjibby). Lattie talking to them, the two assimilating to their change, all that.




Panel 1

“Hmm, you two aren’t stretching out my favourite rubber suit just yet, sooo, I think we need to change that up~!” Lattie said as she dug her hands into her breasts, smirking while massaging and running her hands up and down, all around each mountainous, glossy, latex-coated globe of flesh as she spoke. “Welp, as my newly-acquired breast fat, ‘Leon’ and ‘Wade’ are such… ill fitting names. Let’s try ‘tit fat’ and ‘melon fat’ for now instead! I’m sure given time you two’ll prefer it anyways~”. Of course, Leon and Wade were no strangers to bickering and arguing against the numerous slights against them, Leon especially irate this time around as he spoke up, or atleast the ‘breast’ way a breast could do so.

“Yeah, right, those’re TOTALLY normal names for us. Come on Lattie, you really believe that just like that, we’re gonna WANT to be your chest beefers?! As if! Egh, and this suit of yours, it’s all around me like some sorta claustrophobic...rubbery... prison thing! Not to mention with how much I’m spilling out of what I assume is cleavage, it’s chafing and even jutting into me!”, inadvertently jiggling in place during his rant. With a heavy sigh, expressed by flexing up, then downward, Leon asked “What do you think, Wade? You’re always going on about women’s bodies n’ stuff...”

Wade, while certainly not supportive of being ‘some girl’s sweater puppies’ as he often liked to call them, seemed a bit more ambivalent to the whole situation. “I dunno dude. I mean, yeah like what the hell, why is it always US gettin’ swallowed up like this and all. But, I dunno. Cleavage like this is kinda hot I’ll admit, and her massaging feels kinda like a massage you get at a salon, but this is free! I’m no cheapskate but, ehh? Besides, it’s not much different from a vacbed, my fa- I mean, uh, so I’ve heard...” Leon was less than amused, but Lattie merely giggled to herself as she gave each titty a firm pinch and a snap, chortling as she spoke up. “Ohh not to worry, my little round mounds of shiny fun! Give it some time, and this’ll aaaall seem like a pleasant dream! And with any luck everything else’ll be even less than a memory, heh…~”

Leon and Wade could only say “Ouch!” in unison from her pinch and slap, but considering their given situation, what else could they do? For now, they’d bide their time, and wait.

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Panel 2

“Hey there, cutie~ You seem like the kind of guy who likes bigger girls and, I’m sure you noticed I- Nmph, hold on… Okay, what is it now, you sacks of bulging chest fat?”

Lattie’s attempts at procuring another ‘test subject’ as she so often preferred calling them, was met with a slight road bump of sorts. Leon and Wade, owing to their new form, were causing a ruckus, both to alert this chump about the impending doom that awaited him, as well as to foil any of Lattie’s plans. If not for their constant bickering and complaining, their slight swaying, jiggling and jostling were adding to the distractions as Lattie talked, owing to their position as Lattie’s unwillingly new breast fat, Leon piping up and saying “The name is LEON, Lattie. And well, Wade and I can’t just sit around and watch you subject some other person to a fate like ours; a fate of fat! Or, whatever else you plan to do with him!” Wade chimed in afterwards, stating “Exactly! And hey, if we get to swing from your chest n’ kinda embarrass you that way while ruining your chances, then that just makes bein’ a wrench in your dumb plan all the better eh?”

Just then, however, Lattie’s lips took on a devious smile, as she placed her hands upon her hips, and just like that, an idea of sorts came to mind. “Oh really? You two lumps of sweater-puppy fillers plan to stop ME? Hah! Well, with how much I’ve gagged you two in the past, it seems I need to try it once more!”. With that, Leon and Wade’s voices had been taken. Or, rather, their attempts to speak were met with silence. They were part of her body now, under her control, and like a mistress disciplining her slaves, they were at her mercy for everything; speaking, moving, everything. The most they could muster was a slight bounce to her chest, which only caused her to appear even MORE busty than usual, firm round bosom on display to make her even more seductive. Definitely not intended, but not like Leon and Wade could’ve seen either.

“.....!”
“.....?!”

Lattie took note of their, according to her, ‘pathetic attempts at resisting her will’ as she thought to herself “Ooh, trying to run away, or continue distracting me? Hah, the only thing you two’re accomplishing is making by cleavage look more full~ Keep trying though, you two, since I bet it’s what you want~!” Lattie cleared her throat, gave her engorged, perky nipples a firm twist and a yank as she watched them jostle and bounce lightly in responce, before turning around to face her new, if ‘temporary’ lab assistant, and continued her alluring routine, fluttering her eyes and pushing her bust together with her arms. “So, where were we…~?”

Leon and Wade, while unable to speak, could still think, as was evident by Leon’s thoughts raging meanwhile. “Ow! Ugh, it’s just like Lattie to shut people up she doesn’t agree with! Guess I kinda am by myself for now then… Having my thoughts to myself is nice, though I kinda miss the connection to the others, and… Wait a minute, that’s the kind of talk that says I might like this! Well, get that outta my head then...hmph!”

Wade’s thoughts were perhaps a bit more relaxed in comparison, however. “Hmm, kinda cozy in here. I mean I miss having, you know, feet and hands, and my package down there but, mm it’s not all bad I suppose. Still, if I ever get outta here, I’m giving Leon a bonk on the head n’, for Lattie? I dunno. If I smack her on the ass, what, is her ass gonna eat me next? Pff, being a part of a pair of tits is just making me think of weird stuff… Well, best of luck to that chump she’s courting. Without it, dude is super screwed. Kinda like us I guess. Hmm…”


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Panel 3

“Mmph!” Lattie grunted in a high-pitched, almost squeak-like sound as felt up and massaged her engorged breast, a pair of suction cups and tubes hooked up tightly against her teats. Judging by her expression, biting her lip and grinning wildly, this was something Lattie had not only been planning, she’d been looking forward to, even needing this. “Ooh, these breasts sure were hungry for some release with a milking! Goodness, talk about overworking and overproducing like a buncha busy bees! But I’m sure you both knew that, didn’t you, my ‘little puppies’, just aching for some attention too~! Right titty fat n’ boob jiggle~?” Leon and Wade, stuck in place by the machine-powered milking, were unable to move or struggle much, instead feeling such an intense, warm pressure escaping out from them. They couldn’t quite say where, but one thing was for sure; thinking, talking, doing much of anything became a massive chore.”

“O-Oogh, nnm!” Leon grunted, trying to struggle and lessen the intensity in any way possible. But it was frivolous, and one could only wonder what sort of expression he’d have on his face. Almost as if in a trance, he repeated “L-Lattie, you aren’t gonna trick me… I’m Leon, atleast I think that’s my name… A-And while this is intense I...I… Ah! Y-Yeah, yeah... H-Her breasts… Big, plump, warm… W-Wait, what’m I saying?! -huff- -huff- Lattie, you’re doing this on purpose to us, a-aren’t you?! Yech, so warm, yet I feel… a lot emptier…” As the other breast, Wade was trying his best as well, and faring about as well. “Hooh, wow! Okay, yeah okay, my name’s not tiddy jiggle or, chest beefer or whatever you wanna call me, Lattie! I uh, I… Lattie’s cleavage, h-her boobs… It’s real warm, the pressure is… Yeah I- Hey! Okay, yeah, this is… OH! Yeah, really intense… But, you can’t just call us names like ‘puppies’ and ‘bazongas’, that’s… Well, dehumanizing for us, Lattie! Ugh, I hate to admit I needed this though, I was feeling disgustingly full…”

Content with the responces she got (for now), Lattie winked, shrugged, and merely continued to allow herself to be milked dry, knowing full well that if it made her feel good, there’s no telling how pleasurable it was for the two boys inside her. But given her knowing smile, maybe she had more than a little ‘hope’ in mind for them.

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Panel 4

“-pant!- -pant!- -huff!- -huff!-” Lattie ‘said’ as she jogged ever onward. While physical labour, much less exercise, was rarely ever on her usual ‘to-do’ lists for the day, she had to admit she’d grown an appreciating for the more firmed up style of posterior, AKA her tits were huge and she wanted a bigger, tighter ass to match. As she worked up a sweat, huffing and puffing with her admittedly sluggish movements, her breasts voiced their concerns, one of them stating “Hey Lattie, could you wipe the sweat off from between our cleavage? It’s a little unbecoming of a pair of breasts like us. I-I mean, if we’re going to be stuck to your chest, we might as well look good, right?”. The other breast chimed in, asking “It feels so nice to be free and exposed, but you wore this top for a reason, right? I don’t hate being admired, but, if you got it on you, might as well use it! Clothe us tightly in it, after all!” And indeed, people were staring, though mostly due to Lattie’s bikini top having spectacularly failed in its purpose of holding her mammaries down for easier jogging, rather than allowing them to flop about all over the place as they were currently. Lattie paused for a moment, both to catch her breath, prop herself up against a nearby fence, and fix her ill-fitting choice in upper-body wear. She answered back at such, stating “Hah...hah! Wipe YOU two down? Lookie here, jiggly ones. If… hooh! If I had a towel on myself, I’d be wiping my forehead first, THEN manage you two afterward Besides, you two won’t stay put even with this top, why would I tend to you pair before myself?… Though I must admit, it’s a little gross being sweaty inbetween you two, hmm…”

The hardest part of her routine over, Lattie resorted to fast walking now, what with full on jogging being hell on her knees. Much more relaxed now, Lattie decided to toy with her breasts a little more, and without even using her hands, but with her thoughts. “Hmm, so, you two were concerned with looking good for others huh? Does that mean you two were wanting to look good for me too~?”, cheekily smiling as she waited for a responce. Her breasts, already jiggling and shaking from her walking, could only bounce in unison to each step she took, their only hint at discomfort being their words. “H-Hey, that’s not true! Not necessarily anyway, but… If we’re stuck here, it’s nice to not look bad, right? Wait, stuck here…? Lattie, I get the feeling I used to be something, different… Was I?”. Her other breast chimed in as well, stating “That’s what I felt. If you got us, and you’re exercising for your whole body, then it’s a good thing to ask for proper care and managing! Eh, atleast I think so… Odd asking for this, but I really wanted to… And I can’t help but feel something’s a bit off, about all of this...”

Lattie continued to cheekily grin as she continued walking, eventually returning home to her laboratory after a great, robust 1 hour of exercise (or more like 15 minutes of actual exertion and 45 minutes feeling winded). Before trotting on inside however, she offered one final comment towards her breasts, expressing her pleasing surprise. “Now now, let’s not ask such silly questions. Who cares if there ever is or was more to you two? At this point, it’s not important, but what IS important is making me happy. Because when I’m happy, all of us are happy! Now then, I’m glad you two saw it my way; you two HAVE been enjoying this! Hehe, ever since the start of it all atleast~ Now, let’s get all clean, out of these sweaty clothes, n’ get all sudsy in the shower! How’s that make you feel, my milky girls, hmm?”

Her breasts bounced and jiggled slightly in responce. Clearly, they were ecstatic at the promise of cleaning, and freshness.

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Panel 5

Lattie leaned back as she placed her hands behind her head, snuggling into the seat cushion as she sighed happily, closed her eyes, and began to sip. She thought “Heh, it’s only been, what, week or two, and already I’ve gotten far more useful, effective help out of ‘leftie’ and ‘righty’ here on my chest, than Iever did from Leon and Wade, hah! And they make for a great cup holder!”, partaking in a fad involving bubble tea and ginormously-sized breasts. With her fortunate pair, it was far too easy to succeed at it. As she continued to sip and enjoy her sweet treat, her breasts spoke up once more, this time vastly more willing, almost conforming to their roll in life. “Anything to serve you, Lattie! This bubble tea feels real cold on our skin, but it’s refreshing at the same time, if you couldn’t tell by your nipples! Those ‘Leon and Wade’ guys sound really unpleasant, good thing we’re nothing like that. Though, I wanna ask… How come those names sounds so familiar? Lattie, were we always your breast fat?” Her other breast chimed in as well, saying “I can’t imagine being anything else so, we’ve had to have been this since forever! Clothed in something tight n’ cozy, warmly tucked away in a shirt or hanging wild and free, and the occasional to very frequent milking are just bonuses on top! I think it makes us even bigger n’ fuller each time, and what more could a big milk jug like myself need?”

Lattie smirked when she heard how ‘successful’ her experiment on these two had been, and she sat up as her hands reached up towards her breasts, giving each a firm, deep squeeze inside the fleshy torpedoes stuck on her chest. “See? Told you this’d be fun for yah eventually~ Besides, didn’t we already discuss this a few days ago? You’ve always been mounted on my chest, the both of you, and there’s nothing out there that says otherwise; you’re fat hanging off my chest, and you’ll be nothing more, nothing less, and always have been. Trust me, I take good care of you two! I wouldn’t lie, right? Speaking of our time together and the care I’ve put into you two, literally, I’m amazed how large you two got in such a short amount of time! Heh, you make for a great storage compartment with that~ Now, keep holding still, I need to take a photo of me trying out this ‘Bubble Tea Challenge’. I think it’s fair to say that we win THIS fad, thanks you to girls, heh heh~!”

“Anything for you, Lattie!” her breasts said, ecstatic at just to be of use to their owner.

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Panel 6

Lattie trotted along the paved road, hummingly happily to herself as she thought aloud. “Mm, it’s so nice to be outside this time of the year! Warm, sunny, it feels great on my figure, don’t you girls agree?”. As she continued with a walk and a step, her breasts jiggled and jostled with her, bouncing happily in responce. “Of course! It’s enough to make us perky, even if we’re a little sloshy right now. You’ll milk us when we get home, right Lattie?” “Yeah, we could do with a milking! Feeling a bit saggy here, we should be nice, firm, and tight.” As a few passers-by turned their heads to blatantly stare at Lattie as she traipsed by, she thought to herself again, stating” Hmm, milking eh? We just did that yesterday, but I guess my ‘milk puppies’ want some more attention, hmm hm~!”

She continued on her path, absentmindedly running and caressing her hands over her breasts, warm and pleasant sensations running through them as she continued to think. “Now, you two might be wondering where your luscious Lattie is taking us towards. Well, I have some friends, and I have one in particular who might be ‘interested’ in trying this out for herself! She’s a tad bit airheaded, but damned if I’m going to hide this from her. Who knows, she might have a better idea than I can think up! Not to mention, she’s the fashionista of our group, and I have no shame admitting she knows bras and corsets n’ so much more about clothing than I do. And, with new clothing comes lots, and lots, of attention! Something you two lil’ deviants love, hmm~? Of course, I need you two to be silent while I speak, sooo…~”

She placed her hands upon her hips, stretched her shoulders and back, and with a quick flex of her chest muscles, Lattie’s thoughts were hers and hers alone once more. “Be good bosom buddies, and I’ll make that milking later today extra special, mmkay? Good! I knew you’d understand!” But before she totally silenced them, Lattie decided to be a “kind and generous” lady, pinching, massaging, and coaxing a bit of milk from her nipples, a light spray spirting out from the erect figures. “Ooh, how virile! There, that should keep you two satisfied for awhile! Now, no more interruptions, not that you’ll be able to do much unless I say so, ha~ha!”

Her left breast thought to itself, isolated but content enough for now. “Ohh, such a tease, I’m full to bursting over here! Eh, oh well. Long as I can look and feel good for my owner, get the both of us some attention, and maybe make some friends along the way, I’m alright. Hopefully her friend picks up something frilly, I like soft padding that’s strong enough to support such mounds!” Her right was perhaps a little more restless however, as while the two bounced and boinged along with Lattie’s steps, it seemed to react and move a smidge more actively. “Ohh, I do wish Lattie would pay more attention to our needs, a little squirt is just teasing, not a satisfactory release at all! Maybe I can just imagine something, take my mind off of it? Hmm… An oil massage, glistening in the warm sun at the beach while every stares at us, how firm we’d look… -sigh- Oh well. More friends? That can’t hurt, and neither can a new top! Hope it’s something tight, figure hugging, and big enough to fully surround us. Make us seem even plumper than ever!”

Lattie eventually made her way to her friend and associate’s house, noting and smirking at her breast’s seemingly impatient reactions to such a tease, sloshing and jiggling from left to right ever so slightly. “Heh, that little sensation making you two feel needy! Well, good! That was the point, ah-hah~!” Turning her attention back to the door ahead of her, Lattie’s discovery for the best breast science was about to have another test subject. Her breasts quivered and jiggled with anticipation, because if all else failed, hey, they’d just grow bigger and bigger for their dear, beloved Lattie’s wishes and whims as her bust, and nothing but her bust from here on out.

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Part 7

“Cripes, Lattie! Your tits’re huge! I-I mean, I pride myself on a pretty bust rack but, yeesh!” Gale said, the astonishment in her voice clearly evident as she stared directly at Lattie’s chest, the sheer size of each melon she had making Gale feel a bit self-conscious. Lattie merely smirked, grinning and saying “Well you can thank a little idea of mine I had about a week or two ago! I’ll tell you the ‘how’ later, for now, I’m here to discuss the ‘what’. And by ‘what’, I mean what to do with these babies! Namely, making them look nice and presentable.” Gale thought for a moment, a bit slow but eventually realizing what Lattie was asking for, or at the very least a close interpretation; she needed Gale’s fashion sense.

Gale’s eyes lit up, immediately grabbing Lattie’s wrist and rushing up the stairs and right into Gale’s personal room. Letting go of Lattie’s wrist, the Latias tenderly rubbing from such a firm grip courtesy of Gale, she could see Gale quite literally nosedive into a pile of clothing, no doubt a new batch of garments she’d just picked up. Lattie stayed silent, but as she waited for Gale to finish tossing clothing this way and that, she decided to ‘un-gag’ her breast’s voices, and soon enough the usual chatter in her head commenced. “Ooh, finally, speaking! Anyway Lattie, you never told us your friend would be so kind to us! Sounds like she’ll make us real bouncy, look even bigger? Hmm…” As her right breast thought, her left spoke up, stating “If push comes to shove you could just eat her n’ make us bigger, right Lattie? Though, we still seem so pent up as your bust, we really, really need some release…” Lattie opened her mouth to speak, when suddenly...

“Aha! Finally, fooouund it~!” Gale sang triumphantly as she burst from the pile of clothes, holding up a corset, a pair of leather trousers, a ‘fishnet shirt’ which could hardly be called clothing to begin with, and what appeared to be a few golden rings connected to each other with string. “So, with a pair that big n’ bouncy, no normal shirts I have fit, EXCEPT this! And with a bust that big, you gotta enhance it with a corset. Don’t ask me why, it’s a rule!” Lattie rolled her eyes but smiled at Gale’s usual antics, and took the various garments in her hands. She promptly got dressed, Gale helping out occasionally like when Lattie’s breasts somehow fully covered her face, and sure enough, the sizes fit Lattie like a glove, if the glove were one or two sizes too small...

“Fishnets huh? Strange, they jut into our skin a bit, but it’s tingly! And these piercings, they stick out so much, we’re guaranteed to get all the attention now! When I jiggle, they make ‘clinking’ sounds, so people’ll HAVE to stare! And they’re a metallic decoration, but they don’t feel cold at all! Though, I can feel them putting a bit of pressure on me… A-And it’s kinda, sensitive there...” her left breast stated, the other sharing its sentiments on her outfit as well. “Hey I kinda like the piercing, it feels... different. Sensitive, yes, but an eye catching decoration inside of us! This fishnet’s a different story though, it’s a little itchy! Gah!”. Lattie was about to respond, when suddenly Gale approached from behind, and with a manic twinkle in her eyes quickly thrust her hands upon Lattie’s big ol’ pair of jubblies, sending a firm sensation straight through them. “Now come on Lattie, TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. How’d you get breasts this big?! Magic? Science? Magic you explain as science? AAGH I gotta know!”

In her excitement, Gale’s firm squeezes and gropes, perhaps in a misguided attempt to understand Lattie’s methods better, Gale coaxed out a few squirts of milk from Lattie’s breasts, the Latias a bit embarrassed there was that much still within her chest. “Oh, whoopsies!” Gale chortled as Lattie looked behind her, and awkwardly smiled, stating “Yes well, Gale sweety, is this really the sort of outfit for a woman like myself? This corset makes my tummy tight, but it’s a bit tough to breath fully. Though, it does pair well with the piercings, all of this certainly says ‘Gale’ on it, not ‘Lattie’, ahaha…” But Gale merely shrugged, and as she backed away to allow Lattie to clean herself up, she coyly presented another idea for Lattie.

“Yah know, instead of just tellin’ little’ ol’ Gale about your secret… Let’s have a girl’s night out and THEN tell me! Now that I finally got’cha wearing my sorta fashion, you’re super ready for a night on the dance floor, n’ then maybe hit up a restaurant after it! Lattie could tell Gale was giddy at the idea, and so could her bust, wiggling and jiggling in anticipation at being shown off in such a high-energy, public space. “A club? Dancing? Lights? Ooh boy, the shaking’ll take some getting used to… On the attention and sweat and bouncing, it does seem fun… On the other, Gale here seems too friendly, if she makes us squirt again we might go crazy!” “Yeah, I’m not so sure about going with Gale. She made us look so full, but she milked us a little! And a little from her movements, that was fortunate, we could’ve sprayed so much more on accident! Come on Lattie, tell her you’re declining, for us!” Hearing how hesitant her breasts were, the mounds on her chest still moving even if subtly, caused her lips to curl into a smile, and reply to Gale’s idea, though she’d phrase things differently just to toy around with her breasts again. Because she’s a nice boss like that.

“Ooh well, my little chest puppies, my milky juggies here, they’d LOVE to join for a bit of a girl’s night out! Feel free to massage them right now though, Gale. Maybe, if you coax and rub them hard enough, you’ll find the secret to my massive, or rather, mammary success! Ohoho~!” Gale, with an obvious twinkle still remaining in her eyes as she proceeded to do exactly this, and ‘help herself’. She grabbed, massaged, felt-up Lattie’s chest as if it were a medical examination, Gale sticking her tongue out in clearly deep-concentration style of thinking, asking herself “What did she do now? Shove a buncha stuff in there? Drink a lotta milk to get cow udders? Inject some weird hoojawhatsitwhatever serum-goo into her body? I MUST KNOW.”

Of course, this was a rollercoaster of an experience for Lattie’s two breasts, words failing them as their ‘minds’ or rather consciousnesses nearly drew to a blank, sending a shockwave of pleasure through them. “Agh! Ngah, hnnmph! Phwa!” and various other phonetic sounds such as these bolted and darted through them, tensing them up from their relaxed state, before finally culminating in one, gigantic explosion of warm, fresh and frothy milk from Lattie’s teats. Her breasts weren’tt he only ones enjoying this of course, Lattie grinning from ear to ear as she spoke, stating “Hooh! W-Well, Gale, now that you’ve… ‘helped yourself’, did you learn anything from that?”

Gale, still with her usual smile plastered across her blank stare, nodded her head and said “Yep! First, you got a lotta milk in those jugs of yours! And second, I learned absolutely nothing about your secret! So. TELL ME!” Lattie merely panted as she smiled, quickly regaining her composure, and ushered her and Gale out of the Gardevoir’s apartment. “Sorry about the mess, but it’s easy to clean up, right? It’s just milk after all.” “Yep! Good ol’ bucket n’ mop oughta do it!”

The two ladies began to trot down the stairs, out of Gale’s home, and down the nearby sidewalk as they beagn to head down towards the local dance club and bar. As she walked, Lattie’s breasts bounced, sloshed subtly, jiggled n’ wiggled from sheer size alone, though their dismay was anything but palpable, Lattie having gagged them once more shortly after leaving Gale’s home. “After that intense session, I don’t know if I can handle any more physical exertion... Then again, the attention, and bouncing in front of others…” “Please let Gale go easy on us...I-If we weren’t so spent, this might actually be fun… Oh goodness, the thought’s making me sensitive again!”

Gale had no idea what was in store for the night, and neither did Lattie. But she didn’t mind; this experiment had quite literally grown past its intended scope. And she loved it.

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