
"Oh, shit!" The house shook as Lizzy squeezed out of her bedroom, having
to shove her breasts bodily through the door, deforming them significantly
and then turn sizeways to fit her hips through. Even with the awkward
twisting gesture, she could feel her ass deform against one side of the
door while her pelvis slid over the other. It was better than the alternative
though. Lizzy had splintered a door frame trying to go through without
turning her hips, and she was a lot bigger now. If Lizzy wasn't both strong enough
to lift an F350 over her head and throw it and as unreasonably graceful
as she was, she probably would have fallen over when attempting awkward maneuver
because of the way it unbalanced her like some sort of power yoga pose.

She walked without ever fully straitening her knees, a gate that meant she
was essentially always working out her butt and thighs. No ordinary human
could have sustained the awkward walk for long, but Lizzy didn't want to
ruin her posture by hunching over all the time and she could crush and
engine block between her thighs so she hardly noticed the effort of the
taxing walk. Most ceilings were lower than 8'10", so Lizzy had to do
the weird walk a lot.

Even with the walk, she had to shift her head to the side to avoid bumping
into the light fixture halfway down the hallway and then perform the awkward
door traversal maneuver to get into the kitchen. She headed towards the door,
but then she felt hot liquid sliding down the bare undersides of her breasts.
It splattered onto the floor and soaked into her top. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she swore
steadily and directed attention to her nipples, commanding the flow to
stop. Lizzy generally had incredible control over her own lactation, owing
to her advanced state of chromatism, but she hadn't drained herself
since yesterday morning. Her schedule had been thrown off by studying through
the night for the exam she was about to be late to.

She grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped both herself and the
floor off as best she could. Casting about for something to use to
relieve herself before she lost focus and started to leak again, she
picked up a couple of gallon milk jugs from out of the recycling. For
once, she was glad she wore the kind of drapy top that many chromatic
girls wore so they could quickly flip it up and feed their milk-slaves.
Lizzy didn't have any milk-slaves, and fully intended to keep it that
way, but the tops were basically a skirt for her boobs and since she
had to make all her own clothes these days, they were the easiest
thing to throw together.

Lizzy's nipples were a shiny metallic gold, an arresting, unnatural
color on the human body, made more unnatural by the fact that they
were glowing. The glow was rare, only showing up when girls had particularly
advanced cases of chromatism. Lizzy had started glowing when she crossed
the 7 foot mark. Then, it had only been visible in the dark, but now
she needed to be in full sunlight for the glow to become unnoticeable.
She'd learned to control the intensity, but she couldn't make it go
away completely, and it was starting to shine through her clothes even
at its dimmest. It was most intense out of her eyes, and when she turned
it all the way up, her gaze was stronger than any headlamp on the market,
though no matter how bright she made herself, looking at her didn't
hurt people's eyes, which shouldn't have been possible given how light
normally worked.

Gold wasn't as bad as the colors some girls got. Lizzy was forever grateful that
her color hadn't turned out to be bubblegum pink, the most common, and in
Lizzy's opinion most hideous, color. Metallic colors were pretty rare, which
was just one of the ways that Lizzy's case of chromatism was unusual. People
told her that gold of her hair, eyes, nails, teeth, tongue, nipples,
lips, vagina, and anus looked like jewelry, which wasn't the worst thing
in the world. Except, no kind of jewelry completely covered someone's
eyes, erasing the different between iris, pupal and sclera to present a
single unnerving ball of gold to the world.

Lizzy tried to stuff her nipples into the mouths of the milk jugs, which
she'd done many times in the past, but they were too wide. "Fucking really?
I've outgrown fucking milk jugs?" She set one down and squeezed her nipple
to get it through the opening, then repeated the same so that she had
two milk jugs dangling from her fat nipples. "At least I don't need hands,"
Different chromatism colors had different textures. Apparently sky blue felt
like clouds. Lizzy's gold was normally slippery, but as she'd grown and gained
better control over all of the abilities that chromatism gave her, she'd learned
to invert that and make it grip anything. Sometimes she used it to stick things
her hair to hold them temporarily, and she'd made her nails sticky to climb a
featureless rock cliff face for a bit to test it out. Now, she inverted the
texture of her nipples, locking the milk jugs in place so they wouldn't fly off
when she let her milk fly.

The golden amazon released and milk gushed into the jugs. Just as soon as she
started though, she stopped. The seal her nipples made meant the air had nowhere
to go so the jugs had almost exploded within a fraction of a second. She reached
out with her blunt french cut nails and willed one to grow razor sharp. Chromatic
girls nails grew tougher and stronger than normal nails, but they gained the ability
to control their shape so by the time ordinary nail care stopped working they no
longer needed it. The only shape chromatism nails wouldn't hold, much to Lizzy's
annoyance, was short and sensible. Most chromatic girls took hours to reshape
their nails, but Lizzy could do it in seconds. When she made them sharp like this,
she could claw holes in steel plates. Now, though, she just poked a few holes in
the jugs to release the air and let down her milk once again. In moments, the
two gallon jugs were full. Lizzy's breasts hardly felt less full, but she knew it
would be enough that she wasn't in danger of leaking during the exam.

She walked over to the sink to pour them out, but realized she had forgotten her
pencil bag right as she got there. Setting the milk jugs down on the counter,
she raced back to her room, cramming her body through the two doorways with
remarkable speed. Once in her bed room, she once again noticed the wet stains
on her top. "Fuck me, fuck me," she pulled it off and found a replacement.
"I'm so fucking late. Fuck, fuck," she went back the way she had come, moving
so fast it was a wonder she didn't break any part of the house. When she left,
the two jugs of milk were still sitting on the counter.


An hour later, Amber came back from her own exam and saw the milk. "Huh," she
sniffed it. It didn't smell rancid. "Lizzy probably left them out." Her giant
roommate went through a lot of food. She drank jugs of milk like they were cans
of soda, usually going through three or four a day. She spotted some caps that looked
like they matched the jugs lying around the cluttered counters and put them on
before popping the milk in the fridge.

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"Hey Ivan, you want to help me with drinks?" Cameron said. The girls were talking
about their dance team, and he could see the other boy's eyes glazing over a bit.
He and Ivan spent a lot of time together, what with him dating Amber and Ivan
dating Beth, the other girl who lived with Amber and Lizzy. They both spent a lot
of time over at the girl's house, since both had pretty annoying roommates they'd
rather not spend too much time around.

"Yeah, sounds good dude."

They walked in the kitchen, "Alright, what kind of drinks can we make? We've got
some Vodka, some Kahlua..."

Ivan opened the fridge, "There's some milk in here. White Russian?"

"Doesn't that need cream?"

"It says whole milk." Ivan pulled out a jug and took a glass out of the cabinet.
He poured a little bit. It actually looked more like cream than milk. He took
an experimental sip. "Wow, yeah, that'll work." He found himself pouring a small
glass of milk and then pulling down another glass and filling it as well.
"Try this dude."

Alarm bells should have been going off in Cameron's head given what house they
were in, but then the scent of the milk caught him. He took a sip. "Yeah,
that's really good."

The two boys fell silent, gulping down their glasses as quickly as they could.
When Cameron finished, he reached for the jug and poured himself another glass.
They drank mindlessly until they were bursting, which was surprisingly quickly.
In fact, the jug was only half empty despite the fact that there were two of
them. The milk was just so thick and nutritious that it had filled them right
up with shocking speed. If they were in their right minds, they would have
realized what had just happened, but, of course, they were not in their right
minds.

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Cameron: Hey, are you hungry?
Ivan: Yeah, why?
Cameron: Are you hungry for food though?
Ivan: ...no. You?
Cameron: All I can think about is that milk. Beth gave you a key right?
Ivan: Yeah.
Cameron: Want to meet up and go get it?
Ivan: Where?

If they hadn't known what was happening when a jug of strangely thick milk shut off
their minds as soon as they smelled it in the house of the girl with the most advanced
case of chromatism in the world lived, they should have realized it when normal food
looked about as appealing as horse dung crawling with maggots the next morning. Neither
Ivan, nor Cameron wanted to think about that though, because thinking about it would
mean realizing that drinking more of the milk was a profoundly bad idea, and realizing
that might mean they didn't get to drink the milk.

Instead, they met up at the campus center and walked over to the girls house. All
three of them were out, so the two boys were able to slip inside and gorge themselves
on the rest of the jug they had started the night before. After they finished, they
divided the remaining milk between the two of them so that they each had a half
gallon, and went their separate ways.

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Group Text between Ivan, Cameron and Lizzy:
Ivan: Lizzy, can we talk with you.
Cameron: Lizzy, it's pretty urgent.
Ivan: Bump.
Cameron: Lizzy.
Cameron: Lizzy.
Cameron: Please.
Ivan: ...
<3 missed calls from Cameron>
<2 missed calls from Ivan>

Lizzy looked at her phone after setting it aside and blasting music while she cranked
out her history final essay. "So pushy, jeez." It reminded her of the way her "fans"
acted.

Being the woman with the most advanced case of chromatism in the world drew a lot of
attention. Despite the fact that chromatic girls could, and usually did, enslave their
sexual partners, lots of men and boys, and quite a few women were into them. Since Lizzy
was the most chromatic women, that meant lots of them were obsessed with her. She did her
best to retain her privacy, but people continually snuck photos of her when she was on
the street, which was enough to feed the numerous online communities dedicated to the
worship of "Goddess Lizzy". It had started with ordinary people snapping photos with their
phones, but these days a pack of paparazzi with long lenses lurked in the background wherever
she went. They used to be more brazen until in a rare fit of pique, Lizzy had stopped
suppressing her aura of allure for the pack of photographers and commanded them to all
destroy their cameras and then drive away until they ran out of gas. They had obeyed
despite the fact that not a single drop of milk had passed their lips.

Despite her annoyance, she figured they must have some pressing reason for bothering her.

Lizzy: What?

Immediately, she got a call from Cameron. "What Cam? What's going on? Why are you guys
freaking out?"

"Can we talk to you in person?"

"I have a lot of studying to do."

"Please Lizzy, it's pretty important, and we don't want to talk about it over the phone."

A feeling of dread took root in Lizzy's stomach. "You didn't, ahhh, didn't by any chance
drink any strange milk you found in my house recently, did you?"

"Please Lizzy, can we just talk in person?"

Lizzy turned her focus inward. She had a pretty good sense of the energy that underlay
her chromatism and all the powers it gave her. The tenor of it had changed. It still felt
malleable, but it no longer felt like it was ebbing the way it had started to in the last
month or so. Instead, the energy was once again growing. *You bastards,* she thought. All
her months of effort to resist the overwhelming horniness that Chromatism gave her had
been for naught. "Fine. Come to the house."

Lizzy sounded pissed, but at this point Cameron and Ivan were desperate. They needed more
of the golden girl's milk, so they hurried to the house she shared with their girlfriends.
Lizzy was already outside when they showed up, and the moment they laid eyes on her she bit
her lip as a sudden wave of lust overtook her. They had definitely drank her milk.

"C-can we have 
