Nyanners’ Milky Mistake

(Breast Expansion, Lactation, Unintentional Weight Gain)

“Milking myself on stream” was a title that would catch anyone’s attention. After all, who would milk themselves live in front of thousands of people? Who would even put such a risky and strange title on their stream? It was clickbait really, the title wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. Yes Nyanners would be milking, but it wouldn’t be on herself, so you couldn’t call it false advertising. The title had done its job however and thousands of people had seen and clicked just what all the fuss was about: twenty thousand of them to be exact.

With a bowl placed in front of her on a pink fluffy blanket, a breast pump on one side and a book by Nietzsche on the other, the sounds of classical music filling the air, everything was perfectly set up to be a fever dream of a stream.
She had started by pretending to milk a teat (really it was a glove that was full of milk), into the bowl, and then a separate teat full of pink food colouring, and then mixed them together with a spoon. By this point five thousand more people had joined, and the chat was going wild at what they were seeing on screen. Nyanners stifled her laughter as she poured sprinkles into the milk and stirred it again, the sprinkles melting away into the broth. She was a professional streamer after all, and she couldn’t let everyone there know that this was just a joke, she had clearly just ‘milked’ herself on stream and was now mixing ‘her’ milk together.

“Mmm, it’s so frothy, do you guys see how frothy my milk is?” she said to the chat, many of whom were either praying to god for forgiveness or enjoying what was happening a little too much, as it whizzed by at lightspeed with frogs and cats and copy pasted spam, while she sloshed and stirred the milk in sickening detail, it was all the chaos she ever wanted out of this stream.
The catgirl stirred the milk a bit more, and then raised the spoon out of the bowl to the camera.

“Doesn’t this look so good?” she said, “Don’t you love how thick and sloshy my milk is”, before placing the spoon back in the bowl.

“Oh, you know what it’s missing, I think we need to kick it up a notch.” She rummaged behind the bowl and produced a large bottle of pills that she had bought just for the stream, and showed it off to the camera.

“Do you see what these are? These- these are vitamin pills. Uhh, what is this?” She pulled the bottle closer to her face to read what was on the label.

“Lact-lactoid. Lactoid pills, yeah.” Strange, the catgirl thought, Nyanners was sure she bought some janky off-brand fertility pills and not whatever these were, she must have gotten the wrong order. Still it wasn’t like it mattered, they’d serve the same purpose.

“Maximoom breest enhenceement formela”, she said, misreading the label intentionally. “Includes 60 all natural supplements designed to increase lactic production and reproductive health. Increased volume, size, and bodily functions.” People actually take this stuff seriously? She thought to herself again. Well, breast milk supplements make more sense than other supplements.

“Let’s add this ‘fluid voluminizer’ and see what happens!” She opened the pill capsule and poured the strange powder into the milk, which dissipated into the pink mixture. As it vanished, a strange, sweet and somewhat appetising aroma came from the bowl. It had done something to the milk, but it still looked okay. As well as a bowl of frothy pink milk could look in any case. Taking a syringe from the side, Nyanners put the tip into the bowl and pulled on the plunger, the sickly looking fluid filling up the tube entirely.

“Doesn’t this look de- delicious?” she stammered over her words as she tried to keep a straight face over the ridiculous situation she had set herself up in.

“We’re gonna put it in the tube now, and-” Nyanners cut herself off as she spied a brief flash of text go by on the chat.

“Drink it?” It was a simple request, and would probably add to the weirdness. Did she really want to drink this though? A few moments ago she would have said now, but now it looked tasty, and smelled so good. “You guys really want me to drink this?” The chat changed its tune as she muttered out those words, as more and more people began to chant “Drink! Drink!” “Chug chug!” “I hope my mom doesn’t see me watching this.”

“W-well, alright.” She took the syringe off camera and drew it towards her mouth. A normal person wouldn’t think about putting something like this near their mouth, let alone actually drinking it, and neither did Nyanners, however she had nowhere else to put the liquid, so the catgirl slowly opened her mouth and put the syringe in, pushing down on the plunger.

It was a strange sensation. It was a lukewarm temperature, which would typically be off-putting for milk, but it was pleasant. It was thick and viscous too, not at all like regular milk, but it wasn’t chunky and floaty like milk that had expired either, it kind of like a liquid cream. And the taste, it was so sweet and flavourful at the same time, like a pure mix of sugar and strawberries and raspberries and thick cream put together. She let out an involuntary ‘mmm’ of approval, and swallowed it down greedily, feeling it travel down her throat and into her stomach. It was almost too good, and she wanted more, but the syringe was empty. With a sadness in her heart, she took the syringe out of her mouth and put it back on camera.

“See, all gone”, she said. Once again, the chat went into a craze over whether she actually drank it, or why she drank it, what was its taste, and so on, though she didn’t pay attention. She was too focused on getting more of the substance, when her eyes rested on the bowl. Of course, how did she forget that? It was literally right in front of her. Unprompted, she asked “Do you guys want to see me drink… more?” The chat turned into a frenzied swarm of yeses and no’s, a poll was even made (the winning vote was “Why is God dead”), not that it mattered to her, all that mattered was drinking more of the milk.

Nyanners wetted her lips and grabbed the bowl in both hands, “Well, if you insist”, she said, a smile on her face. She took the bowl off camera and tipped it into her mouth, gulp after loving gulp, feeling the smooth, thick fluid pass over her tongue and down her gullet, resting firmly in her belly. Once she had her fill, she let out a satisfied sigh and placed the bowl back on the table, licking the residue off her face and wiping the rest with her hands. The bowl was almost completely empty, but she was full up, any more would make her sick. Besides, she still had the rest of the stream planned out ahead of her.

“That was so so good chat, I bet you wish you could have had some of my milk”, she said coyly into the microphone. Quickly, she muted her microphone as she let out a small burp, clearly she had drunk too fast. She unmuted, and continued with her previous routine. “Cats drink milk from bowls you know, they do. I just did.”
As Nyanners started to stir and suck the milk out, she felt a weird feeling in her gut, almost unnoticeable at first, until the feeling grew more and more defined. It was a bubbling, fizzing feeling deep inside her, but not an unpleasant feeling. And then slowly, almost unnoticeably, her top started to get tighter around her chest. Odd, thought the catgirl idly, as she squirted what was left of the milk into the tubes, but as she brought her hands back towards her chest, she reached her bosom sooner than she had expected. She put the syringe and the vial down to inspect her breasts closer. They seemed… bigger. Fuller. She jiggled and squished them lightly, her hands pressing around them curiously. They seemed larger, and felt heavier in her hands too, and they sounded like they were sloshing? She turned her attention back towards the bowl, which was now empty. It was a perfect timing.

“Oh no”, she giggled, “We’re out of my milk, and I haven’t even filled out all the samples! Gimme a moment, I need to go get some more.” She put the stream onto her be right back screen, and took the moment to stand up out of her chair.

Her breasts were definitely bigger, she could see where her top had been stretched out around them, and felt a slight breeze at her belly button as they pulled her top upwards. Taking her top off to better examine herself, she saw that her boobs were pushing slightly into her bra; a cow print one that she had also bought for this stream, though nobody but the other Vshojo girls would know that.The catgirl could feel her nipples had become erect beneath them.

She pushed down on them with one hand, feeling it squish into them, and then jiggle back up as she let go. That was the only thing that jiggled though, as she also felt her belly bounce with them. Nyanners was never completely stick-thin, she had just enough meat around her body for her to be comfortable, but still look slim. Bending over, she reached down and grabbed at her previously flat belly, only to find purchase on a small piece of flab. It was nothing, she thought to herself, she’d probably eaten too much before stream. The real prize was these, as she fondled her new assets, happily bubbling and growing before her eyes. They felt hot too, though. Weirdly hot, especially around her nipples. Curiously, she peeled a cup away from her boob, and found a sticky residue on the inside of it, from where her boobs had leaked.

Her eyes shot wide in surprise, the previous high gone from her mind. Am I lactating? She thought to herself. Prodding around her nipple with a finger, sure enough, it came out sticky. Using her tongue to rinse off the sticky substance, her suspicious were confirmed. It was milk. Her mind made the connection, and suddenly it all made sense. It was the pills! They worked! A grin spread across her face and a small laugh escaped her lips, whatever she had planned for stream could wait, this was too good to pass up on.

The catgirl took her free breast in her hand and started to massage it, moaning quietly to herself as she let her fingers rub across its surface, pressing into the supple flesh and teasing the nipple, the milk dripping out across her fingers. What could she do about this milk? Once she’d had her fun she would have to go back to the stream, and she’d still be leaking, she really couldn’t keep a serious expression if her tits were sopping out milk. Her eyes flicked to the table and saw what she needed: the breast pump.
Nyanners walked over to the table, her body jiggling more intensely than it had before as she placed herself back onto her chair, squeaking beneath her, and put the pump onto her breast. With a smirk, she made sure her mic was unmuted, and began to squeeze the pump. Another small moan escaped her lips as the pump began to suck the milk out of her tit, but quickly stifled the sound. A little squeezing ASMR for the viewers should rile them up enough, only this time she really would be milking herself. Once the catgirl was dry, she tugged out her other tit and began pumping again.

As Nyanners was pumping, she took another look at the pill bottle to see what was in there. Aside from the slogans she had previously read, there wasn’t much else on the bottle. No ingredients list, and a warning that read “Caution: overuse can lea-”, but her finger covered the label. Moving it out of the way her fingers slipped, still covered in milk, and the bottle tipped over.

“Oh no!” She cried out, as the pills slipped out of the bottle, and fell into a jug of milk that she had placed off-camera to fill up the glove with. Nyanners wasn’t sure how many had fallen into the milk, but the bottle was empty when she picked it up. She laughed, saying “There’s been a bit of a spillage! There’s so much milk!” Laughing again at everything that had happened in such a short period. Uncupping the pump from her tit, she was relieved to see that the milk inside the bottle was white, and placed it back on the table.

She poured the food dye into the jug and began to mix. The smell was overwhelming, and Nyanners felt drugged as the sweetness filled her entire room and head. Her stomach growled angrily and loudly, and she wondered if the microphone picked up the sounds of her hungry gut. Hungry… Nyanners realised that she wasn’t feeling full anymore, and stared fixated on the frothing mixture in front of her. There was at least a gallon and a half of milk in there, why she bought so much didn’t bother the catgirl now, only that she needed it in her. She tipped the side towards her lips and took three large gulps from the jug, her belly feeling full and bubbly again. She then poured out another portion into the bowl, and burped loudly.

“Oops! Uhm- that was the- the cow, yup.” She giggled, there wasn’t any harm in telling the truth. Slipping her bra and shirt back on, Nyanners started up the stream again.

Returning to stirring the bowl and filling the tubes, Nyanners' commentary seemed a bit off to chat. She was stuttering more, and seemed to be teasing more than playing out the scenario.

“M-my tits are so massive and jiggly”, she said. “I can just f-feel them sloshing around, can’t you hear them? My fat fucking titties made all this milk, but you can’t have it. It’s mine, you hear me, mine!” As she said that, her stomach let out a loud and prolonged grumble, it felt like it was jiggling her body around from the inside and it felt so good that the catgirl gasped in ecstasy. Some of the chat heard the noise and asked, but Nyanners played it off.
“Wow, that breast pump is loud huh? I should turn it off.” The catgirl took the pump off the table and placed it next to her. She knew that she’d need it soon, as the bubbling and fizzing returned. This time she could feel it, her chest stretching and expanding, growing wider and larger, pulling on her light shirt tighter that the cow print started to show through.
Nyanners couldn’t take much more of the feeling and quickly changed tone, rushing to finish the stream and fill the bottle, spilling a little bit of the milk on the fur. Reaching forward for the final tube, the catgirl’s normally small chest now showed on the camera, slowly getting bigger. She quickly leaned back, though some of the chat scrolled through the Booba Pepe emote. Ushering a hasty goodbye, Nyanners turned off the stream and laid back in her chair, moaning, her mind taken over by the feeling of her chest growing larger. She looked down to see it in action, as they swelled like balloons. The catgirl was surprised to see that her thighs seemed thicker too, but enough was enough.

She grabbed the bowl and hastily drank down all the milk inside it, letting out another satisfied burp, but she still wasn’t done. The catgirl turned to the gallon full of milk, and started to chug it, gulp after gulp, the thick and sweet cream rolling across her tongue and bulging down her throat. It filled up her stomach to capacity, but still she drank, feeling hungry and thirsty for more and more of the drink, as it spilled out past her lips and dropped onto her top. Eventually she got to the bottom of the jug and let out a long and excited moan.

She unclasped her bra and let her tits, which were spilling over the sides, drop down, leaking uncontrollably. Nyanners was normally a small B cup, but now her tits had expanded into a set of massive D cups, and were still growing. She rubbed her swollen gut, a deep and surprised haze crossing her mind as she couldn’t quite understand how tight and round her upper belly had gotten, bulging out from her normally petite frame. And then she let out another long and loud belch.

The effects of her gluttony came almost instantly, as she felt her stomach groan and gurgle, her whole body bubbling and shaking under the effects. Her tits grew again, and she grinned excitedly at the thought of how big they could get… and then they stopped. Why did they stop growing, though the catgirl, but those thoughts were replaced by other, more worried feelings. Feelings that spread across her body, ones that she knew from when her tits were expanding, only this time, it was across her whole body.

She looked down to see her belly, once tight and round, soften up, and grow forward. Nyanners struggled to pull her top off, strained between her massive tits and growing width, but she managed to wobble herself free, as her body expanded before her eyes. Her belly fattened and surged forward beneath her, as did her thighs and ass, the chair creaking dangerously beneath her.
The catgirl stood up, not wanting to break her chair, and felt her whole body jiggle and quake. She grasped her hands around her ass, which had eaten her cow-print panties, and felt the flesh soften and grow around them, stretching and pulling her skin, her thighs following along with it. She ran her hands across her sides to her front, fondling her new and expanding fupa and moaned. Was she really enjoying this, did it really feel this good?
It was impossible to think so, and yet it felt so perfect. She grabbed at her burgeoning belly and into its small fold with one hand, putting her other fingers into her now deep belly button, gasping and moaning in pure bliss.
Nyanners wobbled her new frame with her hands, milk still leaking from her tits. Her arms now thickened too, expanding with fat and wobbling slightly.
Nyanners took her pudgy fingers and felt across her face, the catgirl’s lithe face rounding out, her cheekbones swallowed whole and a mild double chin forming around her neck. Finally, with a snap, her panties broke away and Nyanners let out a howl of pleasure as she came from the pleasure.

Slowly drifting back into consciousness, Nyanners opened her eyes and looked down looked down, but couldn’t see past her breasts, so wobbled over to her mirror. The catgirl was shocked at what she saw. Her once tiny frame, perfectly suited for idoling, had ballooned out into an obese, freakish parody of itself.
She wasn’t wearing much to begin with at the start of the stream, but now all that lay on her were a pair of once perfect cat-eared thigh highs, now torn at the seams and fraying down below her knees.
Her thighs were wider than her body had been at the start, her arms were stocky and round and quivered slightly when she moved them.
Her breasts, once petite, had blossomed into massive jugs that protruded out of her body, they must have at least been F cups. Normally they would have been the centre of attention, had her belly not also bloomed out. It was wide all around, like one big ball with a small curve around the sides, which started at her belly button, and reached as far forward as the catgirl’s tits, making them look small in comparison.
Her thin face was now smooth and rounded out, not as drastically as the rest of her body, you could still tell it was Nyanners, but Nyanners was trapped under a round layer of fat, with a double chin to boot.
She bounced up and down, testing her new weight, and her body jiggled and quaked with her. The catgirl loved this new feeling. The floorboards groaned and shifted under her new mass, and the catgirl quickly stopped in fear of breaking them and falling through.

Breathing heavily, she staggered back towards her chair and plopped down on it, her thighs and ass spilling over the seat and sides. The chair creaked and groaned in protest, shrinking down under the new mass of the catgirl, but just about managed to hold out. Nyanners picked up the discarded vitamins bottle, and through her rounded fingers, managed to read the label.

“Caution: overuse can lead to side effects, such as excessive lactation, swelling, bloating of unwanted body areas, gas build up, excessive hunger.” Nyanners giggled, and then laughed out loud, her high pitched voice the same as it ever was. Man, she thought. If only I had read that before, and giggled again. But it didn’t matter to her, she had this whole new body to play with. The Architects would kill themselves if they knew what had happened.

A notification on the catgirl’s computer bleeped at her. It was one of the other idols. It seemed she’d gotten a lot of messages in such a short time, her abrupt ending must have caused some worry. Clicking away from Discord and her social media, closing down all her messages, Nyanners instead opened up a new browser tab and scrolled through her history, finding what she was looking for.

The belly of the catgirl groaned hungrily, as she took one tit and put it in her mouth, suckling at her milk. 'Lactoid Pills, for Breast Enhancment', read the website. She dragged over her mouse, and clicked on the ‘add to cart’ button. If this is what a whole bottle did to her, imagine what two whole bottles could do, or three. Nyanners smirked at the thought, and wondered what the future lay for her new round body.