Sendula and Credensa realized they had but moments to act. Grabbing their husband around the waist, they dove off the table in the face of the onrushing bust brigade and threw him to the floor, forming a shield over him with their own bodies. They didn't even consider pulling him under the table -- it was a strong enough piece of furniture, but even it was sure to collapse under the weight of two dozen odd bodies. Within moments the horde of busty lab students was stepping on them, sliding into them through the white torrent, climbing over their backs, and occasionally slipping and falling on them. The two amazons remained braced throughut, difficult as that was with Jennifer's milk spouting all over everything, and awaited the inevitable.
Soon enough, it happened. With most of the stampede past and collected atop the table, the thing buckled, bringing the whole thing down in a single squeeling, writhing, sloshing mass.
As one, the amazons rose, pushing past their remaining assailants, and hustled Sid away from the orgy. They nearly slipped and fell themselves as they emerged from the cleavage of Jennifer's humongous breasts into the full stream of her spouting tits, but pressed on until they were through the worst of it. On the way they came across Sharon and Juanita, trampled, bruised, soaked, and half-drowned. Unsentimentally they kicked the two to their feet and pointed the way to safety. Of the new ferret there was no sign.
"Are you unhurt, Husband?" asked Sendula anxiously, once they had reached safety.
"A little winded, that's all," Sid gasped. "How are you and Credensa?"
"We'll live," replied Credensa laconically.
"Good. What's the situation?"
"No sign of the ferret," Sendula reported. "The other two initial newcomers are secure." Here she gestured towards the shocked and terrified Sharon and Juanita. "Your sister-in-law seems to be replaying the flood of your Noah myth-figure, and your nephew and the three cheerleaders are buried under roughly twenty-four naked teen-aged girls of a variety of colors and a monotony of measurements, all apparently intent on sex. And you owe us a new table."
"Remind me to put in an order for it," Sid told her. "Anything else?" Credensa, who had been scanning the vicinity, responded next. "The baby that popped in earlier appears to be okay," she reported. "Looks like he's being tended to over there by a ghost-woman I don't recall seeing earlier -- but she definitely has the equipment for it!"
Sid followed her gaze and did a double-take at the sight of the naked, transparent figure of Dolly Parton, who was contentedly nursing little Alvin. "Christ!" he muttered. "What next?"
He then turned to the newcomers. "I beg your pardon for the situation, ladies. We'll get it under control as soon as we can. In the meantime, can I rely on you to sit tight, stay out of trouble, and not touch anything? I promise that whatever issues you may have will be addressed at the earliest possible opportunity."
Sharon and Juanita both nodded mutely, their minds valiantly but vainly attempting to take in his two erotically dangerous paramours, the milk-slickened orgy twenty-five yards away, and most of all the mountainous breasts to either side of it, still pumping milk into the situation through their oil-barrel-sized nipples.
Satisfied, Sid gave his attention back to his wives. "The most obvious danger would seem to be that of drowning," he observed. "I notice Jennifer's already flooded the whole backstage to a depth of several inches, and there's no sign of her supply abating."
"Want me to I kill her?" Credensa asked.
"Better not, unless there's no alternative -- I'd hate to have to explain it to my brother afterwards. Anyway, we should have the equipment here to handle the situation more expeditiously. No, what I'd like you to do is take these ladies over to the baby and his, ah, nurse, and defend them all against anything else that might get booted back here from the AddVenture. Meanwhile, Sendula can reconoiter the orgy and pick off any stragglers. Butt of the spear only," he cautioned her. "Oh, and if either of you comes across Ferret Number Two, kill it!"
Sendula nodded. "And you, Husband?"
"I'll tackle the task of shutting off Jennifer's valves."
Credensa gave a little laugh, eyeing the flow from those great breasts. "Good luck," she said. "And how do you propose to handle that little job?"
Sid considered. "Well, let's see, there are about two gross of Remotes in storage, along with a like number of magical artifacts for the 'Spells R Us' shop -- take too long to get to them, though, even if I could count on their working according to specs. There are reasons they're back here and not out in the AddVenture at large, after all... No, I'll be over at the computer cluster. I was tinkering with one of the 'Master PC' programs there just the other day, and I think I got all the bugs out of it. If not, I guess I'll have to connect to the net and write a new episode, and see if I can get us out of this that way..."
"Is that possible?" Sendula asked. "I thought Authorship was reserved strictly for Authors."
Sid grinned. "Hey, if an Author can be a Character --"
"-- why not the reverse?" his wife finished for him.
"Don't risk it, Husband!" Credensa pleaded, urgently. "Stick with the program!"
He nodded. "Certainly, if possible. Enough chat, now. It's time to act!"
"Right," the amazons responded, separating to their assigned duties. Having seen what it had done to Jennifer, they would be only to glad to comply.
Sid made for the bank of computers. Fortunately most of the wiring was in conduits along the ceiling -- someone had shown foresight in laying out the Backstage -- and the machines were plugged into outlets descending from these along regularly spaced columns. But if any wires were trailing into the puddled milk, he certainly hoped their insulation was proof against it...
He found the machine with the Master PC program without difficulty, and it booted up quite easily. As usual, its semi-telepathic interface focussed on the person at the forefront of his mind. On the screen, an image of Jennifer Russell, gargantuan boobs and all, revolved slowly. Sid worked quickly, shutting down the milk glands, reducing the dimensions, and, as an afterthought, inducing unconsciousness. When he was satisfied he hadn't overlooked anything important, he entered the command and glanced toward the orgy.
The fountains went dry, and their mountings seemed to reel in back to their common source. Following their progress with his eyes, he caught sight of Jennifer's distance-diminished form behind and to one side of the orgy, just before she fell back, asleep. Did it!
That accomplished, Sid realized he had overlooked something -- all the milk his sister-in-law had produced. Even now, Sendula was laboriously wading through it in pursuit of a small, golden, and frantically swimming furry form... Moreover, it was quite deep enough now to drown the fallen Jennifer...
Fortunately, it was easily cleaned up via the Master PC program, and Sid went on to do just that. Less fortunately, immediately after he had done so, the computer hosting the program threw off sparks and went dead.
"Shit!" Sid swore. "Now what?"
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