Succeeding(?) the Milk Chug Challenge! (Comm) (Patreon)

CW: V-tubers bloating, forced bloating, mostly realistic tums, chugging, chat POV

My rule of thumb for V-tubers is that I'll only write them if they seem chill with NSFW of themselves, but if they ever notice a fic and say 'yo, that's not cool', then I'm gonna delete that fic. This is to say that, if you like this fic, save it in case it goes bye-bye someday. Also, if I do delete it, please don't reupload it somewhere. It got deleted for a reason, lol. With that said, enjoy~

“Heya darlings! Are you ready for today? I’m sure you’ve all been very excited~.”

Nerissa spoke into her mic with a practiced charm, just as she always did. Today, though, she wasn’t the only former prisoner of The Cell here to distract the masses from their daily lives.

“I’m sure they are. It’s not every day that we get to stream from the same room, after all. It’s hard to get more than one of us in one place at a time.”

Today was a special day. Nerissa had reached a stream goal a few weeks ago promising a stream with Shiori featuring a particular challenge. Today was finally the day to fulfill that promise.

Shiori crossed one leg over the other and placed her hands on her knees. “You know, I never agreed to this. Nerissa made that incentive all on her own! Now I have to help do this with you!”

Nerissa laughed, then clapped her hands together in forgiveness. “Sorry, Shiori! I didn’t think they were going to reach the goal that easily! Also, I really wanted to do this and you were the only one I thought would do it with me!”

“You could have just done it on your own,” Shiori huffed. She waved it off with a sigh, then spoke to the stream, “I’m sure most of you know what we’re doing today, but for those that don’t, Nerissa is going to fill you in.”

“Uh-huh~,” The raven lady ducked to the side for a moment, going off-stream. Then she returned. She slammed two jugs of milk onto her desk, making her keyboard and mouse rattle. “It’s really simple! We’re each going to take one of these and drink it as fast as we possibly can!”

Shiori grabbed the jug closest to her and pulled it over. She grimaced. “Nerissaaaa, it’s so heavy! And so cold, too!”

“If you’d prefer warmer milk, you could drink right from the source~,” Nerissa teased while doing a little wiggle, which made her sizable chest wobble and bounce.

Shiori scoffed. “Please. We both know that I’m the one known for having milk here.”

“Oh, my, Shiori. Should I be getting my milk from you, then?”

“Only if you like cookies and cream.”

The tall, black-haired beauty made a show of licking her lips. Then she laughed and said, “Ok, ok! Manager, that was an inbounds joke, right? Totally allowed? If it wasn’t, then you didn’t see it! Close your eyes, manager!”

Shiori rolled her eyes. Then she cracked open the top of her gallon of milk. She sniffed at it. “You know, I don’t mind milk. I don’t think I’ll like it anymore after today’s stream, though.”

Nerissa opened up her own jug as well. “Honestly, same. I like milk a lot, but something tells me I won’t like it nearly as much pretty soon.” She glanced at Shiori with a cheeky grin. “But I’ll always love your milk, Shiori~.”

“As you should.”

Nerissa laughed again. “Are you ready to get started, Shiori?”

The monochrome-haired shorty gripped the sides of her jug. She had a grim look on her face. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I hope I don’t get sick from this…”

“If you do, get off the camera first! I don’t want to get banned!”

“If I throw up, you deserve to get banned.”

“That’s fair,” Nerissa laughed, “Ok, let’s go in three! Two! One! CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!”

Both women picked up their  respective jugs and began to chug. It was a sight to see, to be sure. The camera for the stream had been adjusted so that it got a good shot of everything that was going on instead of the usual bust shots that were necessary for their typical content. 

Shiori was wearing her usual outfit of a poofy gothic black corset dress reaching to just below her fingertips, a warm looking black jacket with am purple interior and lined with fur you just wanted to touch, and you could just barely see the top of her right kneesock and thigh bands over the edge of the desk. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she chugged, her black nails keeping a death grip on the sides of the opaque plastic jug she was drinking from. 

Nerissa, too, was wearing her usual outfit; a black blazer with a flared feather base was pulled skin-tight over a striped-white blouse and a tight black pencil skirt. A stocking reached all the way up past her skirt on her right leg while her left was slightly less covered by a thigh-high boot being held up by a thigh strap. Puffy black sleeves led into black gloves, which were holding the gallon jug high above Nerissa’s head as she recklessly gulped down milk.

Shiori, expectedly, was the first to relent. She pulled the jug away with a sharp gasp for breath, followed immediately by a wet burp. She didn’t bother to apologize for her burp. She just wiped the milk off her lips and looked at how much she’d drunk so far. “What!? I could’ve sworn I drank so much more! How is there only this much gone- Nerissa, what the hell!”

The busty raven was leaning back in her seat, lips firmly planted on the milk jug’s spout as she noisily swallowed. There was already a sizable dent in the level of milk inside her jug, yet she was still going. She cast a sideways glance at Shiori and seemed to smirk.

“Yeah, you would be good at swallowing,” Shiori jokingly huffed under her breath right before sucking in a deep breath and bringing the jug back to her lips.

The stream was filled with nothing but the sounds of gluttonous guzzling for a good minute. Despite her early weakness, it seemed like Shiori didn’t want to lose to Nerissa. She couldn’t drink nearly as fast as the taller woman could, but she got her chance when nerissa was forced tot ake a break with about a third of the gallon remaining.

“Holy shit, guys, I- *HuuUUooOOOORP*!” Nerissa gasped, setting the milk down for a moment. She slumped in her chair while she belched again. Her hands found her way to her stomach, which was clearly getting round below the many belts she had strapped underneath her bust. “Oh my God, I’m so full! Uuugh, I feel kinda sick now. I-I shouldn’t have gone so fast- *hrk*!”

Shiori, despite being smaller and already needing to stop once, didn’t relent. She kept going, tilting the jug higher and higher to keep it pouring down her throat. Her small but determined gulps played a symphony with the groans and wet belches from Nerissa that lasted for another twenty seconds. Finally, with a grandiose smack, Shiori pulled her lips away from the now empty jug. 

“That’s right, bitches! I’m number one!” Shiori screeched. She tossed the jug behind herself, then gave Nerissa a middle finger and a manic grin. “The tortoise and the hare just got reenacted lived! You should’ve known that the average tortoise has a much bigger stomach capacity than a rabbit, just like a human can drink more than a RAVEN! HA!”

Nerissa just grimaced. “L-Laugh now, but you’re gonna regret that pretty soon.”

“What? Why would I-” Shiori’s eyes bulged and she hastily covered her mouth. Her throat convulsed for a moment, then followed a series of swallows. Her face started to turn a shade of green that contrasted well with her black and white hair. “F-Fuck, I shouldn’t have- *HIC-UuuUUrrrrR-*”

“Haha. Serves you right~,” Nerissa jabbed tiredly. She then took her time polishing off the last third of her milk, taking plenty of breaks inbetween gulps to nurse her bloated belly. Shiori’s belly, which was undoubtedly there, was difficult to see thanks to her poofy dress and to her jacket, which she’d pulled closed in front of her. Nerissa’s, however, was plain to see - and became even more so with each passing swallow.

“*HUUUOOOOOORP*! O-Ok, final times…” Nerissa groaned. She’d just finished her jug and had tossed it aside, and now was leaning back in her seat once more while cradling her no doubt aching gut. “I finished in thirteen minutes and eight seconds. Shiori finished in… three minutes and forty-two seconds.”

Shiori’s only response was yet another sickly sounded moan. She looked less green around the gills than she had ten minutes ago, but she was still clearly feeling nauseous. She was hunched over, hands wrapped around her middle and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“You alright, Shiori? You can gloat, you know,” Nerissa commented. She reached over and gave her fellow Advent member a reassuring pat on the back.

“C-Can’t gloat… gonna hurl…” Was Shiori’s reply.

“Can’t say I blame you. I feel like I’m fit to pop myself…” Nerissa groaned. She started massaging her belly again, especially at the top where it was being constricted by her plethora of belts. “God, I’m so fucking full. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to move for a week after this, ha…”

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both women, there had been a disturbance in the back of the room. About halfway through Nerissa’s drinking, a pair of glittering purple eyes had peered through the doorway. They’d watched for a moment before disappearing back into the darkness. Chat had noticed them, but the two bloated streamers had been too preoccupied to read chat.

Jumping back to now, while both women were incapacitated from milk overdose, the owner of the glittering eyes entered the room. Bijou, the crystalline member of Advent, quietly tip-toed into the room holding four gallon jugs of milk. She set them down gently, careful not to make a noise, then approached the two groaning women. Bijou leaned in, putting her arms around their backs, and said, “Hey girls! How’s the stream going?”

“AH-*HIC*!” Nerissa started, which led into a strong burst of hiccups and belches. While she tried to settle down, Shiori glanced over at Bijou. “Hey, Bijou… uuuugh, I feel sick… this is worse than when I ate that whole cheesecake on my birthday stream last month…”

“Aww, that sounds awful! Yout tummy must be really hurting,” Bijou said, though it almost seemed like there was a hint of teasing in her voice. She brought a hand to Shiori’s middle and began to rub. The oreo-colored streamer’s eyes went half-shut as she moaned in relief. Bijou smiled, then said, “That’s a lot better, isn’t it?”

“Yeeeeessss…” Shiori seemed to be melting under Bijou’s touch. She stayed in this state of bliss even as Bijou stopped rubbing her belly. The chat was going absolutely feral as they watched what Bijou was doing, but between Shiori’s bliss and Nerissa tying to stop the spasming hiccups, neither one of the poor streamers were aware of what was about to happen.

“That’s great, Shiori! I bet it’ll feel even better after this!”

Shiori’s eyes refocused. “What do you-” she began, but her question came too late. Her open mouth was the perfect target for the freshly opened gallon of milk that Bijou had picked up. The surprise on Shiori’s face quickly turned to panic. She began to struggle, but it was clear that her overfilled belly was making it painful for her to move. Still, the level of milk in the gallon wasn’t dropping. Shiori couldn’t move, but Bijou couldn’t make her drink. It was a stalemate.

At least, that was what it seemed like for a second. Then Bijou reached over and plugged Shiori’s nose. The taller woman’s eyes went wide. Bijou giggled as she watched her Advent ally struggle in her seat, her hands trying to pull at Bijou’s arms but not getting anywhere. “Aww, poor Shiori~. If only you spent more time working out instead of flirting with Nerissa! Then maybe you could stop me, heehee!”

“I-I heard my *HURP* name, what-” Nerissa started, but then she looked over at what was happening and froze. Even her hiccuping stopped.

At the sound of Nerissa’s voice, Bijou glanced over. Her friendly smile widened. “Don’t worry, Nerissa. It’ll be your turn next!”

The distinct threat from the seemingly adorable woman seemed to lock Nerissa in place. She didn’t take her eyes off of Bijou and Shiori at all, even as Shiori started to twitch from her need to breathe. Then, after one last desperate struggle, Shiori gave in and began to drink.

Large bulges traveled down the streamer’s neck as she rapidly chugged. Milk trickled down the sides of her mouth, accompanied by pained grunts and muffled groans. Even with her flared dress on, the bulge of her belly began to become clear. Bijou laughed as she let go of Shiori’s nose. “Good girl, good girl! I always knew you were a greedy woman, but to think you could fit this much of anything besides knowledge inside of you~.”

Shiori’s drinking slowed down for a moment as her chest heaved for breath, but the moment Bijou’s fingers brushed her nose again, she returned to chugging in earnest. It was an incredible sight to see. Despite clearly looking and sounding sick earlier, the slim woman had now nearly drained an entire second gallon of milk. Chat was filled with a mix of confusion and encouragement for Shiori to keep going. The milk jug began to buckle as she desperately gulped down what little milk was left. Then, despite it having been less than two minutes since she started chugging…

“*UUOOORRRRRR-HRK*!” Shiori’s hands clamped firmly over her mouth the moment the empty milk jug was pulled away from her lips. Her eyes were watering and her body was shaking. One could only imagine how tight and heavy her belly felt, seeing as it was not only clearly visible now but was bulging around the normally well-fitting belt around her middle. 

Bijou set the jug down and giggled. “Are you done already, Shiori? But your dress still fits you! Maybe you just need a break?”

The glare Shiori shot Bijou was lethal, but the short woman didn’t seem to care. She just leaned around Shiori’s chair and grabbed both sides of the bloated woman’s gut. Shiori visibly tensed up. Bijou began to gently play with Shiori’s belly, bouncing it, massaging it, digging her fingers underneath the tight belt, and pulling the dress’ fabric tight across her gut to show how truly bloated Shiori was. The oreo woman’s face was now a mixture of red and green. She couldn’t seem to get any words out without belching or nearly losing her load, so it was hard to tell if the blushing was from embarrassment, excitement, or both.

After a while of this, Bijou’s eyes suddenly flicked over to Nerissa, who had still been frozen watching the whole time. Her smile turned foreboding. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Ne-ris-sa~.”

The tall, black-haired woman audibly gulped. The angry gurgling of her belly picked up on the mic. Despite this, instead of green, her face had just red in it. As Bijou picked up another gallon of milk and opened it, Nerissa didn’t even try to resist. Instead, she seemed to shrink down in her seat. Just before the milk was brought to her lips, she managed to squeak, “B-Be gentle, please.”

“Of course I’ll be gentle. Why would I abuse my lovely companions, even if they do nothing but flirt with each other in front of me?” Bijou chirped. Then she shoved the open milk into Nerissa’s mouth. The tall woman began to drink, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for Bijou this time. One of the jewels floating around the silver-haired woman floated up to the gallon jug and pressed sharply into the bottom. This pierced a wide whole in the jug, which seemed to make the milk flow into Nerissa’s mouth much faster. The already full woman’s cheeks bulged and she began to resist, but Bijou was already pressing the milk jug more firmly into her mouth. She even pinched her nose, forcing the red-faced beauty to chug the milk that was entering her mouth just as quickly as she could swallow.

Unlike with Shiori, Nerissa’s belly bulge had already been visible thanks to her tighter clothing and many belts. This made it easy to see it expand in real-time as a whole gallon of milk was practically poured down Nerissa’s throat. Her shirt tightened, her belts were forced upward, her dress rode up her thighs, and her belly’s noises became louder and louder. Nerissa’s eyes were rolled back into her head. It wasn’t clear if she was even conscious anymore apart from the fact she was still drinking.

The chat had thought Shiori’s two-minute chug had been fast. They were now blown away by Nerissa’s thirty-second gallon drainage. No one could believe it when Bijou was already setting the empty jug aside and was kneeling in front of the glutted woman. “I can’t believe how well you took that! I was sure you were going to either throw up or explode if I made you drink that much that fast~.”

Nerissa’s only response was a frazzled groan and a hiccup. She seemed entirely out of it, her head lolling back on her chair and her arms hanging limp. Her belly was more vocal than she was at this point. It roared and gurgled fiercely, which were picking up clearly on her mic.

Bijou, from her spot in front of Nerissa, pulled up her shirt and slid down her skirt. It was a treat to watch. The raised shirt had shown Nerissa’s massive belly being pushed into a painful-looking muffin-top by her skirt. Then, as the skirt was pulled down, her belly ballooned outward to reveal just how truly monstrous it had become. Bijou left the belts alone, which only seemed to make her belly seem that much rounder and tighter as they limited how far up in her body her stomach could fill.

The small woman laughed as she traced Nerissa’s now shallow navel. “Look how big you got! I think if you drank another gallon, you’d be big enough for me to fit inside of your belly~.” She leaned in and nuzzled against Nerissa’s rumbling tum, even going as far as to kiss it. Nerissa seemed to shudder as Bijou teased her gut. Her face wasn’t green at all. It was only a deep shade of red, which was covered by more and more sweat as Bijou had her way with her gut.

“B-Bijou, I think that’s e-enough…” Came Shiori’s small voice. The green in her face had faded slightly, leaving her looking tired. Her chest was still heaving though, and she was fiddling with the bottom of her skirt as if she was longing to free her belly the same way Nerissa’s had been freed.

“Enough?” Bijou responded. She stopped loving Nerissa’s tum, standing up. She moved back behind the two glutted women, leaving chat with a full view of everything. She smiled. “Aw, but we’re just getting started! The chat seems really happy about you two enjoying the challenge so much. Don’t you want to make them happy?”

“Bijou, please… I’m gonna p-pop…”

Bijou’s eyes shimmered in playful sadness. “You’re so mean, Shiori. You and Nerissa get to tease and play with each-other so much, but I have to stop so soon? That’s not fair at all!”

Shiori’s eyes flicked over to the side, presumably where a second monitor for monitoring the stream was. That would explain why, as Bijou picked up the third gallon of milk she’d set down earlier, Shiori’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “P-Please, Bijou! I-I’ll do whatever you want! I really d-don’t think I can fit anymore inside me!”

“Hmm… any-thing?” Bijou asked with a cute smirk on her face. She set the gallon jug on the desk in front Shiori with a deliberate thunk. Then she took a step back. “Theeeeeen… I want you to show your tummy!”

Shiori hesitated for just a second. Then she began to undress. She undid her belt, stifling a sigh of relief as her belly rapidly expanded once it was freed. Then she pulled off her jacket so that she could take off her dress. The chat could not stop spamming the ‘Looking’ emote as the monochrome woman struggled to escape her dress with her bulbous stomach in the way. FInally, though, she managed it. She tossed her dress to the side and slumped down in her seat, clad only in her lace bra, a pair of black and grey-striped panties, and her knee-socks.

Being without her dress finally revealed just how bloated Shiori had gotten from two whole gallons of milk. Maybe it was because Shiori was a solid five inches shorter than Nerissa, but she looked so much bigger. There was a bright, thick red line across the length of her belly from where her belt had been, which showed just how constrained the behemoth had been. The bloated gut was round, slick with sweat, and visibly trembling as Shiori heaved for breath. The woman herself was more red-faced than ever, though a bit of green had returned from the struggle to declothe.

Bijou looked plenty satisfied. She reached around Shiori from the back and ran her hands along the side of her distended belly while cooing, “Wow, just look how big you’ve gotten, Shiori~. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you drank even more than Nerissa. Now that doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

That last comment made  Shiori visibly shiver. As Bijou reached forward for the milk, presumably to make Nerissa drink, Shiori spoke up again, “W-Wait- I don’t think Nerissa c-can fit anymore either! I mean, look at her!”

Bijou stopped. She glanced over at Shiori. “Really? I could still feel some room when I touched her belly earlier. Aren’t you curious about just how big she can get?”

The Archiver stopped at that. She pursed her lips, eyes shifting to look at Nerissa’s still gurgling belly. One could almost see the gears turning in her head as Bijou’s question rattled around her brain. If she hadn’t been curious before, it was clear to see that she was now. After all, she didn’t speak up again as Bijou picked up the gallon of milk, cracked it open, and brought it to Nerissa’s lips. All she did was stare at the busty woman’s belly as the first heavy swallows began to push her skin even tighter.

This time, Bijou didn’t pierce the milk jug’s bottom shotgun-style, nor did she hold Nerissa’s nose shut. She allowed Nerissa to drink naturally. Why she would still swallow ANYTHING when she looked as if she’d pop at any moment was a mystery. Yet, still, as the milk poured into her mouth… Nerissa would swallow.

As the heavy milk pushed Nerissa even further beyond the realms of merely being full, she seemed to wake up. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned plaintively between gulps. Her hands went up to her belly and slowly rubbed the swollen orb, favoring the top where she was still being constricted by her many belts. As her belly slowly rounded out even further, the violent noises inside of her belly became ever louder.

It was obvious how much Nerissa was struggling on every swallow. Sweat dotted her neck and belly, her face was a deep red, and her body was shaking, almost as if she was fighting just to keep herself from popping. Yet still, she wasn’t being forced. This third gallon was entirely willing. All Bijou had done was provide Nerissa with the milk, and now the gluttonous girl was doing everything in her power to fill in every nook and cranny inside of her taut belly.

About when there was a third of a gallon left for Nerissa to guzzle, Shiori finally found it in herself to move. It wasn’t fast, nor was it in the way anyone expected. She slid out of her seat and onto her knees, groaning as the first angry gurgle from her own belly made it onto the mic. Then she slowly shuffled her way over to Nerissa. Apparently, that comment Bijou had made did indeed make Shiori curious, as she abandoned massaging her own belly to inspect Nerissa’s. The oreo-themed woman’s touch made Nerissa shudder and drink faster, much to chat’s disbelief.

It was difficult to see exactly what Shiori was doing through the camera from this angle, but from the explicit moans and the shudders Nerissa began having, there were only two real options - and one was more likely than the other. The more likely one was confirmed when her hands rose high enough on Nerissa’s trembling belly to be seen on camera. She was kneading it, pressing in hard and rubbing tight circles all across the surface of the distinctly taut skin. Each time Shiori pressed down, Nerissa would shudder. From how little SHiori seemed to be able to push in, it was clear just how little room there was left inside of the tall woman. Yet still she drank, seemingly eager to burst.

Then, much more suddenly than it began, it was over. Nerissa had, beyond all belief, fit an entire third gallon inside of her belly. She panted and grunted, burped and moaned, seemingly incapable of putting together any kind of intelligible word. She just sat in her seat, heaving for breath and making all kinds of noises from Shiori’s touch.

For the first time in a while, someone spoke up. Bijou draped her arms over Shiori’s shoulders, saying softly, “I’m so impressed, Nerissa~. I didn’t think anyone could fit three whole gallons inside their belly. You really are a thirsty girl, aren’t you?”

Nerissa just groaned. Bijou giggled and trailed a finer along the tight surface of Nerissa’s upper belly, which jutted out sharply beneath her bust thanks to her still-present belts. “Look just how tight your skin is… and it’s so hard, too! I don’t know how Shiori is managing to press in so much. She must be putting so much pressure on your poor tummy, testing it like that… Which reminds me~.”

Bijou grabbed the back of Nerissa’s chair and pulled, dragging the addled Advent member back away from her desk and from Shiori. For a brief time, while her belly was put into view from behind Shiori but before it was too far away, one could see distinct lipgloss markings sporadically across the taut globe. After a short drag, Bijou gently grabbed one of Nerissa’s arms. “Come on, up please~. You too, Shiori! I want to see how big you guys are!”

For a second, it seemed like Shiori might protest. However, a quick nudge of the fourth and final gallon from Bijou’s foot quickly led to Shiori bracing herself on the desk and pushing herself up. She was so close to the camera when she did this that, for a short time, her chest and globe-like belly were the only things in view. It looked even tighter and rounder when she was standing, with the reach of her gut spanning from the strap of her bra all the way down enough to push her panties down from her hips.

Then she was waddling away, belly still visible to the sides of her body even with her back to the camera. It was oddly silent on the stream as now, with both bloated women away from the camera, there were no more noisy gurgles or rumbles filling the mics. Shiori made her way back by Bijou and Nerissa, the former of which was helping the latter to her feet. Nerissa barely seemed able to move without grunting or panting, so watching her try and stand up was a monumental feat that wouldn’t be forgotten anytime soon.

Eventually, the titanic-bellied woman managed to get up onto her feet. Her belly had seemed large before, with it sticking out almost halfway to her knees, but it looked even more monstrous when she was standing. It jutted out sharply from her body, a pale, trembling orb that dwarfed the other two impressive orbs on Nerissa’s frame.

“You two look so cute when you’re full like this!” Bijou giggled, still holding Nerissa by the arm. “Oh, oh, can you press your bellies together? I want to see just how much bigger Nerissa is!”

Unable to refuse by threat of being force fed more milk, Shiori waddled over to Nerissa and, her face as bright red as a tomato, pressed her body against Nerissa’s. The Taller woman, her face red but likely for a very different reason, moaned and reciprocated, almost pushing Shiori off-balance.

The sight was something the chat would likely never forget. For as large as Shiori’s belly was, Nerissa’s new size made Shiori look puny. It was like a salad bowl being pressed into a medicine ball - a small dome being crushed by a giant orb. Yet, Shiori’s also seemed to look better in comparison. After all, despite having a whole less gallon inside of her, her belly still seemed almost as tight and heavy as Nerissa’s.

As the two pressed tightly against one another, somehow, a now familiar sound began to reach the ears of chat. It was the faint sound of a stomach gurgling. All that extra pressure was making one of their stomachs act up even more, letting chat listen to their new favorite sound once more.

“Dang, you two really are too big~,” Bijou cooed while standing close by. She poked and teased the two bellies equally, making both of the bloated beauties red in the face. Then the small woman glanced directly at the camera. She walked around her fellow streamers to the computer and smiled at chat. “I think you guys have had enough eye-candy for today! I’m gonna keep letting Shiori and Nerissa know exactly how much leaving me out while they flirt bothers me, though. I still have another few gallons of milk outside the room, but I don’t think Nerissa’s clothes will fit after another gallon and I don’t want her getting banned. Bye-bye, jailbirds!”

The last thing chat heard was Shiori speaking up from the back, saying in a nervous voice, “I-I’m not going to be drinking any of that… right?” and a knowing giggle from Bijou. Then…

The stream ended.

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I didn't forget to upload the fic. YOU forgot to upload the fic. Shut up.

Big thanks to my commissioner for comming this, b-t-dubs~. It was fun learning about these gals, both for the fic and to make sure they'd probably be ok with this. Thanks for your patience as well!

The next comm SHOULD be out sometime in the next week or two. At this point, though... maybe don't believe me, lol. I'll still try my best to get it done regardless!