The Dairy Trap

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Sarah groans a little... she returns to her bed... sitting down as she tries again!

Heather meanwhile... is left alone in her... cell room? It looks... rather nice...

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Heather looks around... before she slumps down on the nearest piece of furniture and cries. The changes, the treatment... being locked away... being separated from Sarah... it's all become too much for her to hold in. To make it all worse, the one friendly face she has is just as bad as all the rest!

It's no use! The paws just don't let Sarah milk herself. The throbbing quickens in pace... and as she fumbles around trying to relieve the pressure, she feels more of the pleasant tingles course through her.

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Sarah groans with frustration! Stupid gloves! She tries lying down on top of one... and pulling her hand out of it...

Heather... finds she has a rather comfy bed to cry on! And her gloves make a cushy pillow...

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Heather tries to wipe her tears from her cheeks, but the gloves don't work so well for that. Instead, she just curls up on the bed and sniffles, waiting for the nightmare to be over.

Sarah's hand... stays in the glove! There's a little lock at her wrist that keeps it from coming off. It's stuck on there pretty good too. The pulsing in her chest gets stronger... the tightness gets tighter... It's a much more intense feeling from the one she's felt before.

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Sarah squirms! "U-ugh! Whats... going on?" She rolls over... looking at her chest...

Meanwhile... Heather cuddles up, sniffling... as... a knock sounds on the door! "Hello...?" Comes a soft voice...

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"Go away! Leave me alone!" Heather tries to curl up tighter on the bed. Even though it doesn't sound like Steve, nothing that's happened so far has been good. This isn't likely going to be an exception.

Sarah's chest has a few beads of milk dripping down from her nipples... and each breast seems to be a little bigger. Not much, but just noticeably so.

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Sarah winces... she goes to turn on the TV... and fumbles at her chest some more... while watching TV.

Heather hears a sign... then a little latch opens in her door. "It will be there when you want it, miss..." Says the voice... sounding a little sad.

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She stays curled up for a while, not wanting or caring for any interaction. After Heather wallows in her anger and sadness for a while, she gets up and examines exactly what kind of food she's been offered.

Sarah's fumbles feel... kind of good. Pretty good, actually. The slight tingling doesn't make the pressure go away, but at least it's something different. The TV continues to show home decorating and improvement shows, each one more interesting than the last.

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Sarah watches... at least they were a distraction... and they seemed pretty... entertaining... as she fumbles with the big kitty paws...

Meanwhile... after Heather rages a little... she finds... a bowl of quite... yummy looking milk in a built in tray on the door! Speaking of milk... her chest was feeling a bit... tight.

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Heather tries to ignore the tightness in her chest. The milk... is oddly enticing, especially since she's a little hungry. She tries to lift the bowl up with her paws, batting at it as best she can to get a grip.

The more Sarah fumbles, the more she tingles! It's actually kind of odd, how the pleasant tingle mixes with the uncomfortable pressure. If she had squirmed before, she will definitely want to do so now as the tingling slowly creeps down her spine to rest between her legs.

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Sarah squirms at the pleasing feeling... but dosent stop... it distracts from the discomfort at least...

Heather would find the bowl seems to be built into the door! Her paws ineffective at lifting it... but she could easily lean down and sip... she should while its still cold...

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"Rrr, stupid gloves..." Heather smacks the door ineffectively to release some frustration. She then leans down to start sipping the milk from the bowl.

Oh, the discomfort is still there... but the tingles feel good as well. Soon enough, all the sensation is enough to distract Sarah from the shows as well. While caught up in her little world of tingles, Sarah can see that her chest is visibly, if very slowly, getting larger.

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Sarah blinks... and pauses... looking down at her chest and pulling her hands away. "Wha... what the heck?"

Heather's kitty paws bounce against the door with a faint boing.... but on the bright side... the milk is cold, creamy... and delicious!

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"Mmmm..." Heather slurps up the milk as best she can... it had been a while since she last ate after all. Once done, she wipes the milk off her lips as best she can with the strange paw gloves, then goes back to sit on her bed. From her perch, she dries her eyes and takes stock of her prison cell.

Without her hands there to help guage the growth, it isn't quite as evident. However, the constant pressure and tightness in her skin from her previous growth is there in spades. With every breath she takes, Sarah can see her breasts rise and lower. With each breath, they rise just a little higher, and lower just a little less.

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Sarah squirms a little bit... putting her big paws back on her chest to gauge the growth... "T-this... isnt good..." She murmers...

Heather finds the cell... room... is actually better furnished than most hotel rooms she has seen. Though all of the furniture has big, easy to grasp handles... things that can be opened either with her elbows or the big puffy kitty paws. As she looks around... she hears... a knock on the door!