Chapter Fourteen: Vizard Girls

Hiyori didn't want to be here.

The petite, blonde-haired girl muttered to herself with her arms crossed. The streets around them seemed a bit weird lately, fewer people around. Not that Mashiro had noticed, the bubbly green-haired girl was clad in spandex. And Lisa was still reading doujins as they walked.

"Ugh, this is the worst!" said Hiyori. "Why do we have to look for that big-boobed moron Orihime anyway!"

"Oh come on, Hiyora!" said Mashiro. "Ichigo has disappeared too! We've got to go find him!"

"Both of you calm down, I'm trying to read," said Lisa.

And so it continued, asking one person after another. But no one had been able to point them in the right direction. Hiyori became increasingly sick of it all, and finally, she threw up her hands in disgust. "Ugh, this is taking forever. We're never going to find Strawberry or that bimbo at this point.

"Can we stop for coffee?"

"It'll make it easier to read, Lisa," noted Mashiro. "I haven't been able to find any bad guys to fight anyway."

And so they went to get coffee.

It was a nice-looking place on a street corner with a fair number of people being served. Still, every single one of the waitresses were incredibly curvy. It made Hiyori feel awkward as she sat down. All of them had auburn-hair, and for a minute, Hiyori thought they might be Orihime. Except their hair was far longer and wavy. Their... assets were way too huge, too.

Also, all of them were wearing maid outfits.

And then one of them came up to their table, with immense, swaying hips. And as her immense breasts bounced to a halt by their table, Hiyori realized how huge they were. It was mind-boggling; these proportions were impossible. Yet somehow, she hadn't noticed, no one had.

"Welcome to the Milk Maids Cafe," said the woman in a familiar, cheerful tone. "May I take your order."
Hiyori blinked and gazed at those huge, perfect lips. "...Orihime? What are you doing here?"

"My job, silly. I'm working here now," said Orihime, raising a clipboard with a pen.

"Idiot!" said Hiyori. "We were looking all over for you! Where have you been!"

"Oh, don't worry about that. Don't you want to order a drink?" asked Orihime.

"I'll take a mocha cappuccino, Hiyora will have a mint cappuccino, and Mashiro will have a white latte," said Lisa, not looking up from her book.

Orihime jumped and saluted, sending her gigantic breasts bouncing. "Understood! We'll be right back with it!"

And she ran off, slipping and falling onto her bosoms. Finally, she stood up and ran on. Then Hiyori noticed something. Orihime was over at the table next to them, but she was also over there. She was also across the way, and at the tables. And at the counter, and manning the coffee machines. Every single one of them had the face and body, the same mannerisms and outfit.

"What is going on here?" asked Mashiro. "Why do all the girls in this cafe look like Orihime?"

"Except even more of a bimbo," muttered Hiyori, feeling herself blush. "They act like her too."

"I think I know some guys who'd pay a lot for pictures about these," noted Lisa.

Then Orihime returned, carrying a tray with their drinks. She laid it down, sending her tray and sending her breasts bouncing. Hiyori tried to keep her eyes off and ended up locking them on Lisa's long legs. "Oh, we already post lots of those. Here are a bunch Tatsuki and I did," said Orihime, putting down a booklet.

Lisa grabbed the book and flipped through them before a blush came to her face. "These are... good..."

"What's going on here?" asked Hiyori. "Who are those, your identical sisters?"

"No, we're all Orihime, silly. One mind, infinite bodies!" said Orihime.

"We're a fan favorite!" said another.

Mashiro drank her coffee, as Hiyori and Lisa did the same.

"Wow, so you cloned yourself," said Mashiro.

"Actually, I gave birth to myself," said Orihime. "We're our own daughters, sisters, and mothers. It should be taking effect now."

And then Hiyori felt a serious heat in her chest. Lisa and Mashiro's eyes widened as they leaned forward. All three of them were short of breath. Around them, the various other customers began to show similar signs. Their hair began to grow longer and go auburn and wavy, as their skin became flawless and smooth. The males and females alike became more feminine as breasts grew larger and larger.

They moaned as they grew taller or got shorter, rising up as their clothes warped and changed. Before Hiyori's eyes, all of the humans dining in this coffee shop were changing, shifting into another human, one that was immensely sexy. Orihime Inoue.

Even now, they were shaking their hips as they walked out of their stands. Wrapping their arms around one another, they began to kiss.

Then Hiyori looked down. Her own breasts were now growing, larger and larger. In mere moments they had reached the size of coconuts. Pulling out of her seat, Hiyori saw Lisa and Mashiro moaning. Both of them were transforming just the same. Their hair was growing longer alongside their now immense bosoms. Blushes were on their faces as they continued to drink their coffee.

"What..." moaned Hiyori, hair becoming soft and curly as Orihime moved in around her. "What was in that..."

Orihime's breasts pressed into Hiyori's back from behind. Another hit her in the front, sandwiching her between breasts. Lisa and Mashiro rushed forward, only to be trapped between two Orihime's bosoms.

"Milk," said Orihime's bodies. "Our milk is given to you. Anyone who drinks it automatically has their reishi converted. In the case of Mistress's chosen, they become Milk Maids or studs.

"In the case of ordinary people, they become one of us."

Then Orihime leaned in and kissed Hiyori. As she did, Mashiro and Lisa were also kissed. Within moments, their tongues were entering her mouth. Hiyori was kissing back, even as her breasts were expanding further. Bringing up her legs, she wrapped them around Orihime's waist, grinding against her. Lisa, meanwhile, was pressing Orihime down onto one of the seats. She ripped her bodice and taking hold of a nipple. Then she began to suck.

As Hiyori was pulled down by the Orihime's, she realized that her clothes were changing. She was now dressed in a red maid outfit. It was even complete with frills, humiliatingly enough. Her legs were far sexier and clad in thigh-high lack and high heels. Already, lacy panties were being pulled aside as Orihime went between her legs and began to lick her.

Hiyori moaned.

And then she remembered herself. "You bitch! You won't get away with this! I won't become like you! I-"

And then one of Orihime's nipples plunged into her mouth. Creme poured out, and Hiyori moaned at the taste. It was so good...

"You already are!" said Orihime.

"You certainly seem to be getting into this, Hiyori," said Orihime.

Hiyori broke free and leaped into the air to try and get free. "No, no, I can't become a bimbo!"

And then Mashiro was behind her, smashing their breasts together. She pinned them both down into the Orihime's. The super-heroes outfit had become a green maid outfit, and her bosom had grown to gargantuan proportions. It even had a spandex theme.

"We're becoming Milk Maids, Hiyori! Mashiro grope!" said Mashiro, kissing Hiyori on the lips.

"That's the spirit!" said Orihime.

Hiyori tried to get free, only for Lisa to grab her from behind. Now their hands were running over her body, groping and kissing. And Hiyori was replying in kind despite her best efforts. The Orihime's around them were now doing the same to eachother. Drinks were spilled over the masses of voluptuous bodies as they began an orgy of one.

"This is good," said Lisa. "I could sell this for thousands each."

Hiyori snapped and pressed a kiss against Lisa, as the three of them descended into a threesome. Milk spewed from their massive breasts, and Hiyori tasted her own, feeling a banana flavor. Wanting to try Lisa's, she sucked on her nipple and felt a blueberry flavor. Drinking deeply, she felt her own nipples being sucked on in turn. Mashiro, meanwhile, seemed to have a mint flavor of milk.

On and on it went until it happened.

Hiyori came, and Lisa and Mashiro came with her in an instant. Even as they fell still, the Orihime's stood up as one. They all assembled, their torn clothes returning to normal. At last, they stood before a single Orihime. This one had a subtly different hairstyle, with no bangs in front of her face. She was also clearly older, being taller and more mature in features though it wasn't really possible to get more mature in the tits department.

"Now, there are a lot more of us than before," said Orihime. "Well, you've all got your orders, girls, find your families, and make them into us!"

"Yes, ma'am!" They said in unison.

"Now head out!" said Orihime.

Turning around, the Orihime's walked with swaying hips out of the door. Looking out the window, Hiyori saw that none of the people outside even looked twice. They didn't even see them or any of the other impossibly sexy milkmaids walking the street. It was like they were invisible, on a different plane of existence.

Hiyori, Lisa, and Mashiro stood up as one, pausing only to get off a few more gropes. Then the lined up in front of Orihime, now nearly as sexy as her. She made her way over to a cupboard, opened it, and leaned down in a way that showed off her massive ass. Pulling up, Orihime took out three buckets with sponges that were nice and wet.
Bringing them over, Orihime gave each of them a sponge and bucket.

"As for you three, we're going to need you to start cleaning," said Orihime. "Take this, and let's get to work."

Hiyori got ahold of herself. "I won't..." But even as she spoke, her hand grasped the bucket and kneeled down to begin scrubbing the floors. The motion caused her huge tits to rub against them as well, sending jolts of pleasure through them. "Why am I moving on my own?"

"Oh come on, Hiyori," said Mashiro. "We're milkmaids now. Mashiro mop!" And she got to work in a blur.

"I could make a lot off posing in these," noticed Lisa, scrubbing the counter.

"We don't need money, silly," said Orihime. "We've got milk."

And that's how Hiyori's new job began.

The four of them began cleaning up the milk that had spewed all over the floor. They scrubbed off food-stained and cleaned up the grime. Their nails had grown out and become painted, but they didn't break. Even so, that didn't help much.

On it went, and soon they were soaked with sweat all over.

At last, they were done.

What was going on? Why were they doing this like professionals?

Orihime walked in front of them, enjoying the sight. The three rose up, their clothes clean again, but the sweat was not going away. The adult Orihime moved to each one and kissed Hiyori on the lips. Then she moved on to Mashiro, then Lisa. None of them could speak as she looked them up and down.

"Now, come back here," said Orihime. "Mistress Halibel will take care of you."

"Halibel," said Hiyori, remembering vaguely an Espada she fought.

And so they were led away into a back room and down into a cellar.

And there they saw her.

Tia Halibel stood before them, the very exemplar of a sex goddess, her blonde hair falling around her. With her were her Fraccion, and each of them were strapped into a metal frame. Suction cups were on their breasts and pulling vast amounts of milk out. Hiyori found her mouth going dry at the sight.

But there was a fourth one, a spiky-haired girl Hiyori had seen Orihime with before. Except like Orihime, she was grown up. An adult sex goddess where once she had been a tomboy.

"I've seen you before," said Halibel, motioning to three frames. "Step into these."

The three of them obeyed, lying own. Soon enough, the dark-haired girl set the suction cups on them. As she did, Hiyori felt her milk being drained out into a machine. With a moan, she came, even as the girl put her face in her breasts.

"We have three duties," said Halibel. "One is cleaning provocatively for our masters. The second is providing milk for reproduction. Now, begin.

"This is a daily part of every Milk Maid's schedule. Once you have a few bodies in action, every waking moment will be spent doing your three duties."

And finally, they saw him.

Ichigo Kurosaki strode into sight. Except he was not the same, his body was taller and broader and covered with immense muscles. He walked forward, stark naked, and his every footfall shook the ground. It sent Hiyori's breasts bouncing alongside Lisa and Mashiro. Before they could speak, however, ballgags were put into their throats.

Glancing back, they saw Ichigo coming behind them. Hiyori's eyes bulged at the immense size of his cocks. There were three of them, and each one was of immense, unimaginable size. Reaching forward, he grabbed ahold of Hiyori's panties and ripped them off. Reaching out, he snatched off Mashiro's before finally grabbing Lisa's. He held it for a moment. Then she ripped that off too.

His three cocks went fully erect, and he plunged them in.

Stretched to the limit, Hiyori half-screamed, half-moaned. Ichigo began to pound the three of them repeatedly. The sensation of him inside them was causing Hiyori's mind to white out. Halibel walked in front of them. "Now, third and last of all, you are to bear additional bodies to provide more Milk Maids. Ichigo will take care of this."

And so the pounding began.

Ichigo slammed into the three of them over and over. He was pounding them harder and faster with every moment. As he did, his spiritual pressure entered into their impossibly curvaceous bodies. Soon they were being jammed so hard that it was like they were being fucked with a jackhammer.

As it happened, Halibel made her way over, sensually to Ichigo. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind and pressed her breasts into him. A kiss was planted on his neck. "Nice work, Ichigo. This body and yours have slept together before. Care for a second try."

"Mistress Halibel, we're not supposed to sleep with Ichigo more than once per body," said Tatsuki.

"Are you questioning me, Tatsuki?" asked Halibel with a hard, flirtatious look.

"No, I just..." began Tatsuki.

"Ichigo has whoever he wants," said Halibel. "That's the only rule. And right now, he wants you and me.

"So, don't complain."

Finally, it happened.

Ichigo came, spraying his seed deep into them. Hiyori cried out as she felt her stomach going huge with it. Even as he pulled out, Tatsuki, Halibel, and Orihime were on him. They wrapped their arms and legs around him, their breasts pressing together. Ichigo grabbed Orihime and Halibel around the waist as he plunged into them, supporting them with his cocks.

As Hiyori watched, she felt her other self born. She felt herself bound within her own stomach, growing rapidly. Born and formed, she drove her legs out of her own nethers and began to climb out. Even as she emerged, so came a new Mashiro and Lisa, both clad in maid outfits. Hiyori and her friends fell forward in a daze, as Ichigo came within his other three lovers.

"Kurosaki-kun!" cried Orihime.

And so were born another Orihime, Tatsuki, and Halibel. Yet the girls who were born were not the same mature adults as their mothers. They were like they were when they were fifteen...

"What now, Mistress?" asked Tatsuki.

"I have a task for you two," said Halibel. "You, Orihime, are going to need some new variant bodies. People want more of you. And I have the perfect choice for expansion..."