Vignette - Free Sample

Commission for: Superi

Art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xx0morgan0xx/

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"Free milk, sir?"

Superi backpedaled to keep from running the woman over upon his exit from Seven-Eleven. Forget the fact this cat anthro had somehow set up a stand for pushing drinks in the ten minutes he had been inside the gas station. The young hedgehog was more distracted by the fact she was offering him a cup of milk in nothing but her white and pink fur.

In the middle of Winter, no less.

"Um...excuse me?" he absently shifted his small bags of bachelor groceries around. The hopes that holding them before his pudgy, sweater-clad, stomach would act like some kind of shield for whatever craziness getting up in his face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My name is Sorsha." The cat lifted her tail, and one leg in a cute pose for cameras Superi clearly was not holding. "I represent a series of investors on the Galactic Arcadia council. My job today is the passing out, and feedback on common products meant to magically enhance your life in subtle ways."

Yup. Definitely a heap load of crazy happening on this day. Superi could not even begin to wrap his mind around half the terms Sorsha was spouting off in rapid exposition. "I'm sorry, are you trafficking drugs?"

"Probably not the kind you're thinking of, but hey!" Sorsha pushed herself up against Superi so suddenly his back slammed against the gas stations glass front. The milk in her hand never spilled a drop from its cup as she waved it so close to his nose Superi could smell the fat frothing on top. "This is much better than that crap. My bosses on the council guarantee all their products are one hundred percent body enhancing. Go ahead and try a free cup. It'll set you up for weeks."

Superi stared at her, at the cup threatening to be poured on his chest, and back to Sorsha. "...you won't kill me if I do?"

"Hah! You're funny!"

The cup was timidly removed from Sorsha's hand by Superi's. He continued to stare at her in hopes for some kind of elaboration on anything in her sales pitch. All that came was her adorable fanged smile with eyes that were changing colors on him. It was almost mesmerizing the way this cat girl's seeing orbs shifting from green to blue and back.

At least until she gave his hand an impatient tapping. Feeling a sense to just get it over with so he could proceed home, Superi knocked his head back chugging the whole cup in one gulp. The expectation had been this was all some sick prank, and he would immediately be choking on some super gross fluid. Imagine his surprise to feel a cold rush of sweet pleasure cascading down his tongue. Superi swallowed with a soft moan at the lingering taste on his lips, wondering if this girl had melted ice cream for her 'magic' drink.

"Um...thanks?" Superi tossed the cup into a trash bin placed next to Sorsha's table. His relief that she allowed him to sidestep back onto the street was immense.

"My pleasure! Enjoy your free milk!" She called out after the hedgehog. Not that such a parting phrase made any more sense than the rest of her spiel.

On the bright side, that was one refreshing glass of milk. Superi made his way home in record time with a lot more energy to his step. Although it was really starting to make him a bit heated once the cold had settled in his stomach. By the time he was unlocking the door to his home Superi was breathing in light gasps that misted up the air around him. The weight of his winter jacket was especially hindering on his lung's ability to expand.

The groceries that had cost almost two hours of useless social interaction barely made it to the kitchen counter before Superi reached his limit. Leaning against the stove, he nearly tore the zipper trying to get some much-needed air across his body. Dang thing seemed to be caught halfway through needing several hard yanks.

FWOOMP!

Superi blinked at the strange shifting of weight on his chest upon finally getting his coat undone. The usual bulge of a stomach jutted out freely under his t-shirt. That was normal for such a young gamer hog. What was giving his brain pause to process new information was the additional two bulges puffed out from his pecs to hang across the crest of the said belly. All at once his mind came to the obvious conclusion of what could cause such shirt puffs, yet immediately tried to explain away the impossibility of their existence.

"I got...boobs?" He declared to a silent home, being its sole occupant for a long time now. As if such an odd declaration would somehow make Superi's spontaneous growth of chest tissue somehow less odd. Guys do not just suddenly have breasts. Especially ones that made him look like two cantaloupes were stuffed in his shirt. If only the faint bit of cleavage visible in his stretched neckline would stop presenting such clear contradicting evidence. Fingers flexed out of sync to keep their hands a bit steady, hesitating several seconds before grasping both mounds like they were red hot. "AH HAH!"

Well, they were not some sort of illusion or trick, but they were indeed sensitive. Superi's face began to burn just from the simple contact through his shirt. Especially when his fingers inadvertently rubbed rough cotton along his enlarged nipples. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed his shocked expectations, encouraging further rubbings to better gauge his mammaries level of squish.

That cat, Sorsha, had something to do with this. Superi just knew it. Her awkward sales pitch started making a whole lot more sense the more he massaged his own tits. 'Body enhancing milk' indeed if this was such a concoctions intent. The hedgehog guy was better stacked than any woman he had seen in the past week. Much as social norms told him that was something to be insanely worried about, those dang breasts bouncing in his palms felt too good. It was only with great reluctance one hand moved downwards to pay some mind for the huge bulge straining his sweatpants as well.

"Gyah!? W-what the?"

Turns out more than just breasts were growing during the brief traveling interlude. Superi leaned in as much as he could with his new chest weights. They still made it very difficult to see his dick flop out over two feet long when he finally got his sweatpants pulled down. Getting that beast released into some fresh air only seemed to make his mounting erection surge up into a full salute. He needed both hands just to wrap around that thick summer sausage.

"Nnngghh! Oh gah!"

In hindsight that might have been a bad idea, subjectively speaking. Somehow his penis growing triple it's average size had also ramped every last nerve in Superi's pelvis up to eleven. Knees began to shake as he instinctively gave the shaft in his grasp the slightest of gentle strokes.

That alone brought him over the edge. Superi's legs buckled, sliding him to the floor with a loud groan. Getting his softball-sized nuts squished across the cold kitchen tiles rocked his insides, starting a light trickle of pre down his dong. Along with that was a loud ripping that drew attention back to his shirt, or what remained of it. Superi let out a gasp at seeing his breasts had doubled their previous size in his short descent to the floor. Their sheer mass tore several large gashes across the front of his shirt in its desperate attempt to keep them contained. One hand reached up confirming their weight was just as equally increased, if not more so. Loud sloshing rumbled from deep inside the hedgehog as he moved his mammaries about.

No mystery what might be causing that. Superi felt a tickling moistness developing around his nipples the more he teased at them. That quickly turned into thick dampness from the wet splotches spreading around the ripped fabric partially covering the center his breasts.

All of those were reasons to be incredibly concerned, but Superi was too far gone to care. At least until he saw to the essential need to take care of the mounting arousal inside his three-foot groin. One hand continued to alternate kneading at his chest, coaxing more and more milk out of their tender tips. After a bit, it got surprisingly unnecessary as fluid began to drizzle off Superi's soaked shirt across his stomach and floor. Even with an automatic flow going, that did not seem to compensate his tits internal development. His mounds continued to expand past beachball sizes to the point they were blanketing across his stomach as two soft aprons of orange furry flesh. At least his shirt getting wet helped speed up its death. It began to pinch something fierce right before giving out to let his chest flop freely into his lap.

Meanwhile, his other hand was doing the real work, pumping the full length of his throbbing cock in somewhat jerky movements. Luckily all the milk raining down upon it helped build a better lube for momentum. Each hard pump only seemed to feed fat back into Superi's body. His butt began to plumpen out, spilling over the hem of his already lowered sweatpants. The chill of a cold oven pressing against such ballooning cheeks meant nothing in his current pleasure high. Nore did it register when his hips began to spread. Thighs thickened out to help match giving him a very girlish bubble butt that seemed to enjoy inflating along with his breasts.

Unfortunately, he could not keep up such vigorous pumping forever. Superi could already feel his prostate twitching deep inside his fattening hips. The flow of pre-cum was starting to become as constant drizzle as his milk. The two fluids combined into a mesh pool that soaked into his sweatpants before slowly spreading across his kitchen tiles. The hedgehog grit his teeth upon feeling his sack tighten on its heavy balls. Breaths came out in rapid seething with one hand gripping across both breasts best it could. The other continued to rub warm milk on his shaft hoping to hold back just a second more, but those precious moments quickly fizzled out.

Superi's hips arched high into the air, whipping his head back in a jaw-dropping silent cry towards the heaven. Milk exploded out both his engorged nipples in a fire hydrant torrent of force. At the same time, his cock jiggled violently before pulsing in shotgun bursts of fresh seamen. The first few shots of which decorated the ceiling in their powerful blasts before waning to merely splattering white marks further and further down his refrigerator doors. His hand continued to work the shaft with what strength his orgasm had left, but could only prolong it so far. Before he would have liked, Superi's dick settled into soft twitching until the last bit of excess cum drizzled out. And while his breasts did not lose any of their size, they certainly felt a lot more like furry balloons without all that fluid weighing them down\.

Time passed both at a crawl and the speed of light in Superi's afterglow. By the time he was finally coherent enough to recollect what all just happened, he was also sitting in a deep pool of cold milk and seamen soup. He did not even bother collecting his wet pants when they slipped off his wobbling fat butt. Odds were good they would no longer fit around such grand curves anyway. Hands pensively caressed the new contours of Superi's butt as the hedgehog tried twisting to catch just how much of a woman's figure he now possessed. Except, of course, for his cock still reaching a good two feet in length even when hanging flaccid.

"Enjoy my free milk, huh?" The joy of afterglow was rapidly getting squelched by a rather significant annoyance for Sorsha's little sample. Standing with feet soaked in his own juices, all Superi could think about now was how every last scrap of clothes would never have a chance of fitting him. And it had been hard enough to find big-sized MALE stuff that did not charge unfairly high for the fact. These hips would be lucky to fit through doors, much less some pants.

"Ugh! I just hope I can sponge this stuff out of the rug before I lose my security deposit," Super said as he made for living room closet. He almost ended up slipping on the milky floor thanks to how everything wanted to shift around like loose sandbags with each step. "I swear, if I ever see that cat again I'll be giving her a few 'free samples' right back at her."