
"It's really coming down out there," Mark Trip stood in front
of the big windows of his cottage nursing a steaming cup of herbal
tea. "At this rate they might close the road."

His daughter looked up from where she was curled up reading in
front of the fire, "yeah, maybe we should have gone home with
Mom and George."

"You could be right. We can last a while in here though."

"Yeah, you're right. It could be fun," Melody looked out at
the snow.

She went back to reading for a while longer, but was interrupted
when her phone began blaring along with the radio still dangling
from hip of her snow pants hanging up in the mudroom. She took
a moment to read the message on her phone, "Six snowshoers are
way past the check-in time they told some of their parents
They're asking all available wilderness rescue personnel to come
out to help look for them." Melody volunteered with Claremont wilderness
rescue, and she had just finished a shift earlier that day.

"Be careful out there,"

"Obviously," she rolled her eyes and got up. She jogged over to her
room and shucked off the comfortable sweats she had been wearing
to pull on some dry long underwear, then another layer of thin
fleece on top for some extra warmth. She didn't want to layer up
too much since she knew she would be moving a bunch. She pulled
on some thick socks and headed out to the mud room to suit up
in her snow pants, puffy vest and shell. She laced up her cross
country ski boots, sealed the gap between her snow pants and the
boots with gators, pulled on her hat and gloves, then headed
out the door with her skis over her shoulder.

Melody's radio was alive with chatter as the searchers coordinated
their movements based on what was known of where the snowshoers
had been planning to go. She drove to the trailhead the coordinators
wanted her at and presented herself. She was soon placed in a group
of rescue volunteers as they headed up the mountain. Most of the
other volunteers were wearing snowshoes because of the grade, but
Melody preferred strapping seal skins to her skis. It was a bit more
strenuous, but her thick thighs and muscular butt were built to easily
power up the slopes. The snow came down thickly, cutting visibility
to 20 meters or less, which forced the rescuers to stay closer together
than they would have liked. The hours ticked on with no sign of the
lost snowshoers, and the rescuers were filled with a mounting sense
of dread. Night had fallen, and navigating by headlamp had cut
down visibility even more.

Just as Melody was beginning to think they would give up the search,
someone called on the radio, "I think I found them." Soon it was
confirmed and the coordinates were relayed. "They're not in a good
way. We're gonna need to help them get out of here on sleds." The
rescuer who had found them informed everyone over the radio. There
was a flurry of coordination as people began converging on the
location of the snowshoers, then the original rescuer spoke up
again, "They're going through bonding crash. Do we have any unbonded
girls out tonight? We're not gonna get them back to town without
dealing with this." The words added a sudden urgency to the situation.
Everyone had to bond sometime between the ages of 20 and 26. If
someone failed to bond, their body would eventually enter an bonding
crash. Crashing people became lethargic and delirious at first, but
it soon lead to organ failure. In the modern world, bonding crash
was rare and typically triggered by trauma or shock in people who
were nearing the end of their bonding window.

"How many of them are crashing?" someone asked.

"All of them. Again, are their any unbounded girls out tonight? Once
we get them to the hospital they'll be able to break the bonding process."
Bonding was a deeply personal decision. It caused personality shifts in
both parties, making men very suggestible, and ramping up the sex drive
of women while making them more possessive of their partners. Usually,
these effects subsided after the process was over, but they didn't
always do so completely. Pointing out that a hospital could halt
the process was meant to make any potential volunteers more comfortable
with the idea of bonding with strangers. It probably wouldn't even be
needed if a single girl nursed all six of the snowshoers. Most women
did not produce bonding hormones intense enough to bond two men much
less six.

Melody turned towards the location of the troubled snowshoers and
pumped her legs. She soon left the rest of her group behind, able to
move faster on her skis and being in better shape than most of them.
The call for unbonded girls went out a few more times and she realized
that no one was going to answer it. She reached down and unhooked her
radio, "I'm not bonded, but I'm only 18. I am lactating though."
She knew it wasn't ideal, but it seemed like she was the best chance
the six men had.

She arrived at the scene soon afterwards. Rescuers were swarming around
the six men who were propped up against a large rock wrapped up in some
emergency blankets. "Let me through, I'm the unbonded girl," Melody
said. Looking at their pallid faces, she saw the tell-tail ugly yellow
bags under their eyes and knew there wasn't a moment to lose. She stabbed
her ski polls down into her bindings and stepped off her skis. Her feet
sank into the deep powder, but she plowed through it with powerful legs.
Shucking off her shell, she held it out to one of the other rescuers,
"hold this." The man took it as she did the same with her vest and fleece,
leaving her wearing nothing more than her sports bra in the frigid air.
"Fuck, that's cold." She hesitated for a moment because of all the people
around, but now wasn't the time for modesty, besides she had nothing to
be ashamed of. Melody's full figure wasn't just confined to the powerful
ass that had gotten her here in record time. Her heavy G-cups were already
larger than her mother's sizable bust despite the fact that she was as-yet
unbounded. When she pulled her tight sports bra over her head in one smooth
motion, they bounced free, seeming larger without the compression. Goose
bumps mottled her pale flesh from the skin of her breasts to her back
and snatched waist. Her natural platinum blond hair hung down her
in a single braid as thick as her fist, and her blue eyes shone clearly
despite the darkness, making her look like some sort of winter fay.
"Gimme my vest and shell," she demanded of the guy holding her clothes.
He had been staring, apparently shocked at sudden nudity, but he quickly
shook it off and Melody pulled the clothes back on, zipping them up enough to
cover her belly but leave her breasts exposed.

She walked over to the closes snowshoer and crouched down in front of him,
"Hey, you're going through bonding crash. I'm going to bond with you quickly
just so we can get you back to a hospital and get you taken care of. This
is just an emergency measure ok?"

He looked at her blearily and slurred, "ok."

She straddled him and quickly fit one of her thick nipples into his mouth,
"I need you to suck." She could feel him weakly complying. She massaged her
breast to urge what little milk she had down to her nipple. She had only
started lactating a few weeks ago, and as large as her breasts were they
barely generated any milk. It was remarkable that she was lactating at all
really. Most girls didn't start lactating until they were 20, and it wasn't
uncommon for a girl's breasts to quicken as late as 24. After a brief moment
when she worried the cold would prevent her from producing any milk, a few
drops escaped to hit his tongue. She pulled back. A few drops was all that
was needed to send the chemical signals to his body that would prevent them
from shutting down, and she didn't have the milk to spare.

She moved on the next guy and repeated the same process with her other breast.
It went about the same, though this time she was not as worried about being unable
to produce any milk at all. The third and forth snowshoers were actually easier
than the first two since her milk was already flowing. It took her over a minute
to produce enough milk for the fifth man, which was pretty scary. The sixth took
just as long, but just as with the second she wasn't as worried since she knew
her right breast had had enough dregs of milk for the fifth, so her left boob
had to have enough for the final man.

Melody was shivering when she got up. Two different people were holding the clothes
she still had off, so she beckoned for them to come over. "Fuck, I'm freezing,"
the lack of motion had helped her missing layers and exposed skin to sap the heat
from her. She was shaking as she took off her shell and jacket once again so she
could pull her sports bra, long underwear, and fleece top back on before replacing
the outer layers.

The six men had perked up considerably once they got a dose of Melody's milk,
and were able to get up and start walking with the assistance of the rescuers.
Melody wedged her shoulder in the armpit of one of them, a big red-headed
fellow in a green parka. He was the third one she had bonded, "what's your name?"

"Henry," he offered, leaning heavily against the curvy blond who had just saved
his life. Despite the fact that he had about six inches on her, she took his
weight easily. He could feel the strength of her toned muscles even through the
layers of winter clothing they each wore.

"I'm Melody, don't worry we're gonna get you out of here."

"I never thought I would learn a girl's name after she bonded with me,"

She giggled, "yeah, I'll bet." Because of the influence women had over men while
they were bonding, men tried to be pretty careful about who they chose to bond with.
"Don't worry, it's not for real."

"I know, it's just funny."

"It is isn't it? Why were you guys up here if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, we were actually up here for John's stag party believe it or not," Henry
explained.

"So I guess things are going just as planned for him then, only you know with
the completely wrong girl," Melody grinned. "I hope his intended isn't too pissed
at me."

"I think Camilla will just be glad he's home safe,"

"Well that makes two of us,"

It was in the small hours of the morning when they finally got back into town, but
it wasn't the happy occasion that it should have been. An hour or so before, the
news had come on the radio that the one road out of town had been covered by an
small avalanche and become thoroughly impassible. The blizzard was still too
intense for a helicopter to come in, so they would have to hunker down and wait
until morning. No one had yet said out loud that breaking the bond was now a race
against the clock. The drugs that could reverse the process only worked within the
first 48 hours. Of course, in all likelihood even if they were unable to get out
for longer than that, the men's bodies would reject the bonding, but there was
still the possibility of overbonding, which would inevitably lead to malnutrition
and mass transfer.

Instead of heading out of town to the nearest hospital, the men were taken to
the cabin they had rented for the weekend. Melody went with them. If the
bonding process was not broken soon, she would need to be nearby. Just before
she stripped down to her long underwear and fell asleep on the couch in their
rental, she messaged her Dad to let him know why she wasn't going to be home.

=======================================================================================

Melody woke up hungry and horny. Her stomach felt like it was collapsing in on itself,
and as soon as she woke up enough to notice it, she couldn't stay on the couch any
longer. As she got up and stretched, she she noticed her clothes sliding over her
body more than usual. Her whole body felt more sensitive, but it was especially
noticeable in her breasts and between her legs. She was definitely going to need to
get treated as well. The bodies of the men she had saved were probably going to
reject the bonding process, but the same couldn't be said for hers.

It was still quite early in the morning. Probably only a few hours had passed since
she had fallen asleep, and she was definitely still feeling the effects of the late
night, but she also felt strangely energized. It was as if she had been up for a
long time and was wired on coffee to stay awake. Almost on autopilot she headed to
the kitchen and saw to her relief that they had at least some groceries. She set
about cooking a massive omelet, only realizing after she had cracked eight eggs
into a bowl that she might want to think about saving some for the guys. There
were still two eggs in the carton, so she put the thought out of her mind as
she chopped up an onion and a large potato. It was a ton of food, but somehow
it didn't seem like enough, so she chopped two more potatoes. She heated up a
pan and fried the onions before pouring the eggs in, dumping a few handfuls of
cheese on top to melt. In a separate pan, she began cooking the potatoes in oil.

When it was finished, she piled most of the food on a plate since it couldn't
all fit. After that she lots track of time for a bit. Before she knew it she was
sitting at the little kitchen table with all of the food she had cooked gone,
several empty bags of junk food scattered around her and a nearly empty bag of
pretzel bites held in one hand. She was snapped out of her binge when one of
the guys appeared in the door. He was tall and lanky with an impressive black
mustache. "Oh, ummm, hi," she turned to look at the carnage scattered around the
kitchen, "oh shit, sorry, I think I umm, I think I ate all your food."

"I-it's ok." His eyes darted back and forth from the empty wrappers to the
curvy wilderness rescue volunteer who had saved his life. Her gut had swollen
obscenely, to the point that her long underwear top could no longer cover her
belly completely.

"You, umm, want a pretzel bite?"

"S-sure."

Melody got up, and was surprised by the heft of her gut. There was no way she
could have fit that much food in herself normally, and she was somehow still
hungry. She walked over to him and handed him one of the little pretzels.

He took it and brought it towards his mouth, though he didn't look all that
enthusiastic about it. Before eating it, he looked at it suspiciously for
a while. His face puckered when he bit into it, and after chewing it for
a bit he ran over to the trash and spat it out, "oh god, that's awful."

"Soooooo, I guess you've not rejected the bonding yet then," she observed.

"Yeah, umm, I guess. I'm Ray by the way."

"Melody. Are you, umm, hungry Ray?" The idea of having him suckle from her
had a visceral appeal.

"Yeah,"

"Well, I guess if food doesn't work I'll need to take care of that." She
took hold of his arms and pushed him down into one of the kitchen chairs.
"I probably don't have enough milk to fill you up," she said apologetically
as she pulled off her long underwear top and sports bra. Ray's eyes locked
onto her full breasts when they bounced free. "I know it probably looks like
I do, but I only started lactating recently," she gave her chest a flirtatious
squeeze. Her milk production might not be enough to feed any of the six full
grown men she had bonded with, but it seemed like her pheromone production
was a different story. She straddled him and fit one thick nipple into his
lips. He immediately began sucking as she massaged her ripe tit. It was slow
going, but a thin trickle of milk made it into his mouth. The sensation of
his lips on her nipple made Melody hornier and hornier.
Without ever consciously having decided to do so, she found she had slipped
a hand into his pants to take hold of a thoroughly erect dick. She massaged
his cock for a few moments before she realized her right boob had run dry.
The need to switch to her left granted her enough lucidity to realize she
should probably not be giving Ray a hand job when the goal was to break
their bond as soon as possible.

When Melody got off of him, Ray had completely drained her bust, which,
despite its size, had only produced a few mouthfuls of milk. Despite this,
he no longer felt hungry. It should have been too early for mass transfer,
but that lack of hunger only pointed to one thing. He tugged on his waistband
experimentally, but the elastic in it made it hard to tell if his clothes
had grown on him.

Ray may not have been able to tell if mass transfer had occurred by the change
in fit of his clothes, but Melody's already tight long underwear felt even
tighter around her big bubble butt. The fact that her food-swollen gut had
almost reverted to her usual toned tummy was another sign, and the confirmation
came when she put her sports bra back on and saw that it now exposed half an
inch of cleavage. She had never heard of mass transfer happening this early,
but apparently things were different when a barely lactating girl bonded
six men at once.

Patting her once-again-trim stomach, Melody could feel her hunger returning
with a vengeance. "I'm going to go get some more food. I'll be back in a bit,"
she told Ray. He still looked a bit stunned from his recent experience.

=================================================================================

"Hey guys, what's up? When can we leave?" Brian asked when he got up and
saw everyone sitting around the living room.

"No idea, the snow is still coming down hard," Craig said, pointing to the
window. It was still quite dark outside despite the fact that it was
already mid-morning.

"Where's the girl?"

"Melody. She went out, said she was hungry," Ray explained.

"Don't we have some food here?" Brian asked.

Ray answered again, "she ate it."

"What? All of it?"

"Yeah,"

Brian whistled, "you know what they say about big eaters." Women who got
particularly hungry during bonding tended to feel the effects of bonding
more intensely, producing more milk, generating more powerful pheromones,
and, when mass transfer did occur, absorbing more of their partners size.

"Yeah, hey speaking of food, can you try one of these pretzel bites
for me?" Ray tossed him a pretzel.

Brian put it in his mouth without thinking, but immediately retched
and ran over to the sink.

"That makes all six of us," Henry said.

"All six of us failed to reject the bond?" Brian asked when he had
finished washing out his mouth. "Is that even possible?"

"Apparently Melody is a very genetically gifted girl," Henry said.

"Yeah, I'll say, did you get a look at her?" George chuckled. He was
the only one of the group not in a relationship, and was much less
concerned by the situation than the others. They were all wondering
how they were going to explain to their girlfriends how they had wound
up bonding with an 18 year old ski bunny.

"Also, I think I felt some mass transfer when she fed me before she
went out to get more food," Ray said. He had been keeping it to himself
since he didn't want it to get back to Ginny, but he thought the others
deserved to know.

"What? Already? Doesn't it usually take a few days?" John said.

"There are six of us, so I guess that makes it faster," Ray offered.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I hope you didn't lose too much."

"I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm going to fast until we
get to the hospital," Brian spoke up.

They all murmured their agreement.

===================================================================================

"Hey guys, sorry to leave you here so long," Melody burst back into the
rental covered with a dusting of snow. "I went back to my house, but then
I realized we didn't really have enough food there so I raided the rescue
lodge," she plunked down a massive backpacking backpack and shucked off
her outer shell layers. She pulled a Costco sized box of spaghetti out of
the backpack, and went over to the stove to start boiling some water.
"Would one of you mind watching this while I take a shower?"

"Ummm, sure," George spoke up.

"Thanks! Just put the whole thing in once the water starts boiling,"

"Everything?" George asked. It was a big box.

"I know it's a lot, but I'm super hungry. Actually, can you do two
boxes?" She pulled another one out of the backpack. "Thanks!"
She got some clothes from the backpack and headed towards the bathroom.

She re-emerged a few minutes later in a pair of pink short-shorts and a
thin white tank top cropped high enough to display her navel and cut low
enough to display an abundance of cleavage. "Is the food ready yet?"

"Umm, almost," George said as he picked up the pot of water and began
straining it out over the sink. It was enough pasta to feed a dozen people.

"Thanks! That looks great!" Melody took the strainer from him and poured
all the pasta into a bowl that looked like it was designed for salad.
She went over to her backpack to fish out some olive oil and Parmesan
cheese, both of which she liberally applied to the massive mound of
spaghetti.

The six men watched in fascination as the sexy blond dug into the huge
portion of pasta with atavistic gusto, shoveling and slurping food into
her mouth with an urgency they had never seen before. After a solid
minute of eating in which she devoured probably twice as much as any
of them could have eaten in a sitting before she had bonded with them,
she looked up, "you know sausage would be good with this, would one of
you guys mind cooking me some. Ray?"

"Uuuhhhh, yeah, sure Melody," Ray got up.

"Thanks! It's in my backpack," Melody went back to eating.

When Ray opened her backpack and saw how much food was in there he was shocked.
It was all dense and calorie rich, and evidently Melody intended to eat a
lot of it. After digging around a bit, he found a package of sausage and
pulled it out.

"Can you make two packages for me?" Melody asked.

"Uuuuuhhh, sure," he pulled out a second package and headed over to the
stove to get to work.

"Thanks!" She went back to chowing down.

When Ray finished frying the sausage in chunks, he went over to Melody and
saw that she had already devoured half of the massive pile of pasta. "How
much of this do you want?"

"All of it, I'm still pretty hungry," her stomach was visibly swollen with
food, pushing her shorts down and making the hem of her tank top ride up.

"Ok," Ray dumped all of the sausage into her bowl.

"Thanks!" Melody gave him a gorgeous smile before chowing down once more.

She continued to eat at a frightening pace for another 20 minutes or so,
finally sitting back after having polished off a meal that could have been
eaten by a dozen people who weren't in the grips of a bonding binge.
"Wow, that was kinda crazy. How long has it been since I started eating?
I kinda lost track of time."

"A little while, like half an hour maybe?" Brian said.

"You guys must be pretty hungry."

"Actually-"

"Come on, I'll feed you." Melody got up and waddled towards one of the bedrooms,
gesturing for Brian to follow her. Despite his recent resolution, Brian found
that when faced with a demand from the woman he was bonded with he could
do little more than trail after her.

As soon as he closed the door, Melody peeled off her top. He thought of Helen,
but his traitorous libido quickly turned the guilty thought into a comparison,
and he had to admit that Melody outshone his girlfriend in every way. The
voluptuous blond was just so gorgeous. He became aware of a throbbing erection.

Melody saw the enthralled look in Brian's eyes and felt a thrill of pride.
During the bonding process, men could become enchanted with their partner,
and it was generally more intense the more attracted they were to her. The
look on his face told her that he was already completely hers. She grabbed
him and spun around to shove him onto the bed, crawling up over him to
fit one of her heavy udders into his mouth.

Just as with Ray, Melody's large breasts produced much less milk than they
looked like they should due to the way she had bonded before really being
ready. Brian sucked with a desperate intensity, but progress was slow.
His desperation turned Melody on, and she pressed the heat between her legs
down to grind against Brian's straining shaft through their clothes. She
could feel her bulging gut churn rapidly as the mass absorption process
made rapid use of the food. Melody let out a soft moan, dropping one hand
to feel her flattening gut. Brian finished both breasts, but she continued
to allow him to suckle for a bit until she could feel her stomach once again
return to perfect toned flatness.

When she got up, she saw a stain spreading at Brian's crotch, and smirked
to herself. Evidently, he had enjoyed himself even more than she had. There
was a mirror on the wall, and Melody could see that her ass looked even
bigger after the feeding. When she pulled her top back on, it was visibly
smaller on her, pulling up higher to reveal more of her waist and struggling
to contain swollen breasts. Melody couldn't help but feel a thrill of pride
at her incredible figure, even if it did come at the expense of a few inches
of height for the man sprawled out on the bed. She patted her trim tummy.
Already she was feeling hungry again.

Melody began cooking more food as soon as she got back in the kitchen. The
same pattern followed, with the hungry blond stuffing herself with as much
food as she could manage to fit in her stomach. The men were awed by her
raw physicality. Any thought of trying to put a break on the instinctive
binging fled from their minds and they instead just focused on cooking for
and serving the gorgeous girl who had saved their lives.

Between binges, Melody worked though them one by one, letting them each
drain her massive udders, which refilled quickly but barely had sufficient
capacity for a few mouthfuls. Each man she lead back into a bedroom to
feed came back more shrunken than the last as her swelling tits grew hungrier
and hungrier as her bond with the men deepened. By the time she had fed
them all, Melody had grown a foot. Her top no longer fit, and her shorts
had been swallowed up by her big ass, becoming a barely more than a thong.

After she had fed them all, she came out the trance-like state she had
been in while she ate at least enough to radio to check to see when a
helicopter could come evacuate her and the men. The blizzard was still
blowing hard, so the next day would be the earliest time they could manage.

====================================================================================

Melody knew she should try to slow down, but the powerful hormones flooding
through her wouldn't let her. She 


// Melody gets on the chopper. She's 9' tall.


