Mirio was humming to himself as he diced up a mana-root, the knife tapping rhythmically against the cutting board. The scent of simmering herbs filled the kitchen, steam rising from the pot on the stove in lazy spirals. Lunch was almost ready.
That was when he heard it.
A loud, wet slosh, followed by a soft, muffled moan.
He froze.
Another squish echoed through the hall.
"…Lily?"
He peeked around the doorway—and nearly dropped the ladle.
Lily stood in the center of the hallway, barely holding herself together. Her body pulsed faintly with a rosy-pink hue, her chest swelling outward with every second. Her raincoat was strained to its limit—each button on the verge of popping as her breasts bounced and jiggled under the weight of their contents. Inside, sloshing gently with each breath, was water—far, far too much water.
Her eyes were wide and flushed, her mouth slightly open as she let out another low, helpless groan.
"Lily," Mirio said carefully, "what… did you do?"
She lifted a half-dissolved glass jug above her head, then dropped it. It splashed harmlessly into a puddle near her feet. She patted her overinflated breasts and winced as a ripple passed through them. The sound of water shifting inside was unmistakable.
"Don't tell me you tried to store water in your boobs again," he groaned.
She nodded slowly.
Another soft moan slipped out as she clutched at her chest. Her fingers sank into the soft, bloated surface of her slime flesh, trying to press it down, but it only caused more wobbling. Each nipple throbbed slightly, tenting the fabric of her raincoat with a slow, pulsing glow.
"You overdid it, didn't you?"
Her cheeks went darker. She nodded again.
Then she took a shaky step forward.
And another.
Her chest swayed heavily with each movement, her breasts audibly sloshing with tension. The pressure was clearly unbearable. Her raincoat burst open with a loud snap as one of the buttons shot off like a bullet, revealing the upper curve of her heaving slime chest.
"Wait—Lily—"
She lunged.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his face directly into her massive, overloaded chest with a wet squelch. His nose was instantly filled with the sweet, mineral scent of her purified slime. He tried to speak, but her breasts closed around his head like twin cushions, muffling his voice completely.
She moaned above him again—this time louder, more desperate.
He pulled back with effort, slick with slime. "You're gonna explode at this rate! You need to drain—wait, are you trying to—"
Her tentacle-hair reached out and grabbed the back of his head.
Pulled him in.
Right against her swollen, glowing nipple.
"L-Lily, what are you doing?!"
She mouthed a single word: Help.
Then: Mouth.
His eyes widened. "Y-you want me to use my mouth?"
She nodded frantically, the slime in her body pulsing, her breasts swelling even further.
He hesitated. But she gave him no time to argue—her fingers stroked his cheek, her eyes pleading, and her nipple throbbed under his lips.
"…Oh gods, fine," he whispered. "Just hold still."
He latched onto her.
The moment his mouth sealed around her nipple, the pressure released.
A high-pressure jet of sweet, cool water gushed into his mouth, and Lily shuddered with relief. She moaned low and long, arching her back as her body relaxed around him. The slime milk—filtered water with a hint of her magical core—flowed freely, flooding his mouth faster than he could swallow.
He gulped quickly, gripping her waist as she clung to him, her arms wrapped tight, her legs wobbling.
She stroked his hair, cooing and moaning, her body heaving with each breath. Her breasts visibly shrank as the pressure drained, but not fast enough. She pushed his head deeper against her, her chest molding around his face as her other nipple throbbed.
He knew what she wanted.
He switched.
His lips locked onto the other side, and another surge of warm, tingling water gushed into his mouth. This side was sweeter—closer to her core, glowing faintly with magic. It numbed his tongue slightly as it flowed down his throat, and Lily's hips trembled as she whimpered into his ear.
She whispered between gasps, words rare and breathy.
"Love… help… warm…"
Her chest continued to deflate slightly, but the softness returned. Her raincoat finally gave way, dissolving into her slime as her body relaxed fully. She sank to her knees, dragging him down with her, straddling his lap as her breasts rested on his shoulders.
Water streamed gently from both nipples now, dripping onto his chest.
"More," she whispered again. "Still full…"
He leaned forward and latched on again, this time slower, suckling gently as her slime body shivered around him. Her tentacle-hair curled around his arms and legs, holding him close, her thighs molding to his waist like a warm, purring blanket.
He drank.
And drank.
And when the pressure was finally gone, her nipples released a final weak squirt, then slowly pulled back into her soft chest.
She slumped forward, burying her face in his neck, her entire body limp with satisfaction.
He was soaked.
Drenched in her.
Still breathing heavily.
"…You're gonna warn me next time, right?" he asked.
She licked his cheek.
Then smiled, and whispered, "Again… tomorrow."
He groaned—and hugged her tighter.