
Lizzy sighed as she unhooked her heavy black Goddess-1DD bra. When she had
bought her first Goddess sized bra, she had been enormously proud. Even though
she was only 15 at the time, the saleswoman had assumed she was in the midst
of her flowering. The look on the woman's face when Lizzy had explained that
she was not flowering yet was priceless. At the time, Lizzy had been sure that
she would go on to flower. Only one in 10 women flowered, so she really
shouldn't have been so confident, but life had always turned out well for her
until that point. She was sure that her already massive bust would go on to
become even more massive as it started producing the life giving milk that
the rest of the population relied on to survive.

Lizzy's curves had continued to expand, but by her 17th birthday, when most
women who flowered had already started, her heavy breasts were still bone
dry. Now, the 18 year old had lost her patience with explaining to people
that she was not actually flowering, and couldn't nourish them. Her
non-flowering growth had made convincing people even harder. There weren't
many 6'5" women who wore a bra 4 cup sizes larger than the average fully
flowered woman. Even though Lizzy loved the way her heavy breasts and
ripe ass looked, she dressed to de-emphasize them so that she didn't have
to deal with the half-deference that people gave her. flowered women inspired
obedience and deference, but people didn't quite know what to make of a
non-flowered woman with the body of a flowered woman.

Lizzy brushed the tumble of red ringlets which fell down over her shoulder
back, and tossed her bra on top of a pile of dirty laundry. She was about to
pull out the large loose t-shirt she used for sleeping when she noticed
something off about the undergarment. She leaned over and picked it up again.
The two dark spots on the inside of her bra made a smile come her to full
lips. Her hands flew to her nipples, and she gasped in delight as she felt
a slight dampness. "Ohmygod. I'm actually flowering!" The busty amazon
exclaimed with delight.

After basking in the glory of her realization, she went over to her computer
and pulled up her email. She had been holding off on filling out her wilderness
orientation form all summer because it would mean admitting that she wasn't
flowering. Today was the last day she could turn it in, and she was glad she had
waited so long. She opened the link to the form and filled it out, proudly
noting that she was flowering and that she wore a Goddess-2B cup with a 38 inch
band. Each Goddess size meant 2 inches of difference between her bust and under bust,
which meant there was a 19 inch difference in circumference. The section of the
form about her flowering status said to only say she was flowering if she had
been for more than 3 months, but Lizzy ignored it. She knew that the organizers
were trying to prevent her from needing to feed too many people early on in the
process of her flowering cycle so that her breasts didn't become hungry, but she
also knew that all flowering women tried to arrange to steal mass from their
peers. She had just happened to get a better opportunity than most.

Lizzy was floating on cloud 9 for the rest of the week. She knew it would take
several months before she could start feeding anyone, but it would come. She
wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of drinking from a woman with a
smaller bust than her own. Up until she discovered her lactation, she had been
dreading the moment when her digestive system started to lose its ability to
process solid food as she entered adulthood. Nearly all of her friends were
either flowering or starting to require the nourishment of a flowered woman,
so she had felt in a dreadful limbo.

She had been putting off sending in an information sheet for the wilderness
orientation trip she was signed up for at her university because one of
the questions had asked if she was flowering. Sending it in would have
felt like a final admission that her glorious body was actually freakish.
Now she happily checked the box saying she was flowering and penciled
her cup size in right next to it.

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Gina was starting to get a little worried. She might have gone too far this
time. It was fairly common practice for wilderness orientation leaders who
were flowering to over-assign themselves Frosh, but she could get in
trouble if she had gone overboard.

The human body is an amazing thing. When a flowered woman doesn't have
enough nutrients to fully nourish her group, the people drinking from her
will actually transfer nutrients to her through their skin-to-skin contact.
In a fully flowered woman, these nutrients just go straight to producing milk.
If a flowering woman gets transfered nutrients in this way it can cause her
to grow even larger.

Everyone expected flowering women to consume other young people a little bit.
One flowered woman can't really feed 19 regular people, even though that is the
natural ratio. In the general population, this is alleviated by the fact that
flowered women retain their youthful vigor for a century or more, but it tends to
mean an under supply of milk in youth culture. Most people lose a few inches
in their early twenties before they settle down in the household of a flowered
woman. Some people lose even more than that.

Wilderness treks offered an opportunity for a flowering woman like Gina to
create a nutrient-constrained environment. If everything went according to
plan, she wouldn't be able to fit into the Goddess-1C bra she had on by the
end of the 2-week trek. They had put another flowering girl with her, so
Gina had loaded up her trek even more. 2 flowering girls would not be enough
to feed 14 regular people properly under ordinary circumstances, and the
extra demands of being outside all day should cause Gina's bust to fill out
quite nicely. She had managed to make some last minute shuffles so that
no one saw how lopsided her trip was, but now, standing alone among the
regulars who had shown up, she could tell they were getting uneasy.

"Don't worry. We've carefully rationed the milk supply for this orientation.
The other flowering girl just hasn't shown up yet." She said to one of her
concerned Frosh. If the freshmen were willing to question a flowering girl
in a position of authority, she might have gone too far.


"Hey guys! I'm Lizzy! Is this group 8?" The low murmur of concerned whispering
died down as the regulars took in the new arrival. She wore a pair of tiny
daisy-dukes that showed off her muscular thighs and wide hips, but most of
the attention was on the way her breasts filled out her painted on "flower
power" t-shirt. Its u-neck swooped low enough to display a deep valley of
creamy cleavage that jiggled enticingly with every step.

"I'm Gina, your trip leader. You've found the right place." Gina said to
the newcomer. Gina had been expecting to be the larger of the two flowering
girls on the trip. She was already as busty as the average fully flowered
woman, which was pretty big for a Sophomore in college. Her size was mostly
due to wilderness trips like this, and she had not expected any incoming
freshmen to have had the same sorts of opportunities for growth that she
had. Nevertheless, this chesty red-head was noticeably riper than her, though
she stood an inch or so shorter than Gina's own 6'6" frame. Gina wouldn't
be surprised if Lizzy was wearing a Goddess-2B bra around those pumpkin
sized assets of hers.

"Awesome! So who's excited to climb some mountains, am I right?" Lizzy
said. There was a murmur of enthusiasm from the circle of sitting
kids. The sight of Lizzy's impressive figure seemed to have smoothed over
any fears the regular freshmen had of going hungry. Gina knew they would
still be short on milk, but she was just fine with that.

"So who all has done much wilderness stuff before?" Lizzy asked. A bit more
than half the group had gone out before. This group was for an "advanced"
trek, so the number was actually a little lower than Gina had been expecting.
The group continued to chat about their past wilderness experiences as more
people trickled in. Lizzy occupied the most space in the conversation, sharing
the story of a canoe trip she had taken a few summers ago, but not dominating
the group so much that they did nothing but listen to her talk. She gave
the impression of a gracious maturity that most flowered women didn't
develop until their mid 20s. The times she had been mistaken for a flowered
woman as a teenager were paying off. Once the last of student filtered in,
Lizzy convinced the group to play a couple of name games, and steered
the group through the process of naming itself the "Crazy 8s".

Gina found the experience quite annoying, mostly because of the way that
she was just deferring to Lizzy. Everyone instinctively obeyed bustier
women, and while Gina was quite busty, Lizzy's peaches-and-cream cleavage
was expansive enough to make the natural pecking order clear.

Eventually the buses were ready and they piled in. Lizzy drew plenty of
attention from the crowd of students on the bus. She wasn't the biggest
girl on the bus, that distinction went to Wendy Goldstein, a 7'4" senior
with breasts that looked like they were at the upper end of the Goddess-3
range. She was, however, by far the biggest pre-frosh. Once all the
students were on board, the bus pulled away from the gym as Wendy
lead everyone in a series of silly songs.

After the bus dropped them off they hefted their packs and hit the trail.
Lizzy's pack was huge, as she had volunteered to carry most of the food
and about half the group gear, but she carried it without apparent strain,
the bottom of the pack resting on top of the red-head's bubble butt. The
first day was a short one, and they reached camp only a few hours after
noon. Gina was annoyed by the way that Lizzy took charge of setting up
the camp so naturally. She was supposed to be the leader, but when the
younger girl asked her to go fetch water while Lizzy oversaw the setup and
explained things to the kids who had not gone camping before, Gina found
herself doing as the red-head asked.

"Does anyone want a drink before we finish setting up?" Lizzy asked after
Gina had disappeared.

"I would!" Percy called out immediately. His dick had been at half mast since
he had first seen his overdeveloped peer. He couldn't wait to suckle from her.

"Ok, everyone who wants a drink line up, but I can't give you too much. I
just started flowering recently, so the girl's are not at full capacity
yet." Lizzy explained, being intentionally vague about how recently she began
to flower.

"Y-you just started flowering? But you're so big already!" Emily
exclaimed. She thought about pointing out that the sign up form had said that
Lizzy should not count as flowering for the purposes of the trip if she had
started recently, but her natural submissiveness towards the voluptuous
red-head kept her quiet.

"Yeah," Lizzy giggled, "I was really big even before I started to flower."

"H-how big are you now?"

"I'm 6'5" and I wear a Goddess-2B," Lizzy replied proudly, "although, this
bra is starting to feel a little small, so I don't know if that is my real
size anymore." It was true, the flesh of her breasts was visibly spilling over
the edge of her bra, making a clear line in her tight shirt. She curled her
hands under the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth
motion that left her chest jiggling and quaking. The other students stared
in helpless fascination.

Eric had lost his ability to eat normal food two years ago, so he was used
to the hunger and lust that overcame him when a flowering girl took off her
top, but watching Lizzy's pale cleavage jiggle overwhelmed him more strongly
than he had ever felt before, and she hadn't even take her bra off yet. Maybe
it was because they had been hiking and burning energy, but he thought Lizzy
herself had more to do with it. She was by far the hottest girl he had ever
seen, and staring at the darkness between her breasts made him feel a slave to
his instincts in a way he had not in the past.

Lizzy smirked to herself when she saw how enraptured the others were with
her chest. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra with a practiced
motion, shrugging out of it and letting her heavy breasts bounce free. Despite
their size, they hardly sagged at all. "Percy, Emily, why don't you come over
here?"

The two students approached the taller girl in a daze, their mouths already
watering. When they got close enough, Lizzy grabbed them each by the back of
their heads and guided their lips down to close over her swelling nipples. She
bit her lip and let down her milk, allowing a trickle of the creamy liquid to
fill their mouths. She didn't have much in her breasts yet, so she was glad of
the perfect control she had over how fast her milk was released. Only a few
flowered women could control the flow of their milk, but Lizzy had found she
was able to precisely measure out her milk to a gram. After a few moments,
Lizzy gently pushed them back. She though she had given each of them about a
ninth of the milk in one of her breasts. "Sorry, that's all for now." She said
apologetically before calling over the next pair.

She worked her way through the whole group quickly. She watched closely for
signs that her body was sucking mass away from them, but there wasn't any that
she could see. She was a little disappointed even though she knew she
shouldn't expect anything yet. After the last of them walked back, Lizzy
picked up her massive bra and fit it around her chest, hooking it behind her
back with a practiced motion. "So, how do I taste?" She asked.

"Really good. Um, when will you have more?" there was a hopeful tone in Leroy's
voice.

"Probably after dinner. I don't have much capacity yet, but what I do have, I
fill up quickly." She replied with a smile as she adjusted her bra. The
others all stared in helpless fascination at the way her breasts jiggled as
she adjusted the fit of the garment. Lizzy knew exactly what effect she was
having on them, and took her time before pulling her shirt back on. "Alright,
let's get back to setting up camp."

The group got back to work, moving a little slower than might have been expected
thanks to the longing glances that were directed at Lizzy's breasts whenever the
other students got the chance. They were almost finished when Gina returned
with the water bottles. "Nice you guys, looking good. Let's set up the tarp
as well. It's not supposed to rain until tomorrow, but better safe than sorry."

Eric looked up at the sky, "yeah, you're right. Want some help?"

"Sure," Gina replied. As they got to work, Gina felt a sense of unease at the
way the freshmen were looking at Lizzy. Had something happened while she had
been away? She was probably just being paranoid.

When Gina finished with the tarp, she saw that Lizzy had already organized some
of the others to cook. "Hold on, I'm supposed to show everyone how to use the
stove."

"Oh, don't worry, I've used white gas stoves tons before. I showed people how
to do it." Lizzy asserted. Gina felt a flash of annoyance at being undermined,
but she didn't feel like she could really put the bustier girl in her place.
She shouldn't have tried to hard to cut down on the amount of flowered women
in the group. It felt like she was losing control.

"You might not want to make all the food since it is just the two of us
eating and most groups have more flowering girls." Gina pointed out.

"Oh, yeah, good point. I'd rather make it all though since I'm pretty hungry.
I am a growing girl after all." Lizzy grinned.

"Ok, but we have to pack out anything we don't eat."

"Don't worry, there won't be any leftovers," Lizzy said as she ripped open the
8th box of pasta and dumped it into the huge pot of boiling water.

When the pasta was done, they mixed in cheese power and tuna fish. Gina and
Lizzy took large bowls while the others all watched. Lizzy wolfed hers down
incredibly fast, hardly chewing. Gina was only halfway done with her own bowl
by the time Lizzy started in on her second. They ate steadily, not saying much,
and the pattern continued. Gina petered out after three bowls, by which point
Lizzy was halfway through her seventh. There was still a decent amount of pasta
left, but Gina realized that Lizzy hadn't been boasting. The curvy red head
really was going to eat all of that.







TODO: Gina is happy to learn that Lizzy's production isn't as high as you
      would think because she started lactating so recently.
