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Thanks, Boss

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The idea of returning to work had been a looming dark cloud at the back of Kate's mind for the last month. Her maternity leave was over, which meant leaving her babies behind.

She had never expected quadruplets--who did, after all? But they had all been born healthy, and all with voracious appetites. Since the price of formula had sky-rocketed, she had had no choice but to nurse them and pump.

"Pump?" her mother had asked when she told her. "You mean there's still some left in there after feeding four kids?!"

It had been so hard to explain that her pregnancy had made her mammaries go absolutely haywire. In addition to expanding to exorbant proportions, they always seemed to be in hyper production mode when it came to milk.

It meant her massive breasts always felt incredibly full and heavy. During the day, it had been fine because she was able to nurse frequently, but the moment her babies went to sleep for the night, her breasts basically had to be pumped constantly or else she would leak all through the night.

She was no idea how she was going to make it through her first day back at work.

Sitting in her car in the lot, she listened to the hum of the pumps getting out as much milk as possible before she had to go into the office. She hadn't planned to pump before work, but as it was, the biggest bra she owned had started to overflow with her expanding cleavage on the drive in. So rather than let them leak through her shirt, Kate popped the pumps on, changing them to the highest setting.

She reached into the box where she'd stored the empty bottles to be used at the lunch time pumping session, only to find the box was empty. She whipped around, accidentally slamming one her her breast against the car horn.

How on earth was it only 8:50 AM, and she had managed to fill all fifteen bottles?

With a worry, she watched as the last of the bottles still attached to the pump filled up. She turned it off and capped the bottles, placing them with the others in the electric cooler sitting in her passenger side seat.

Though the pumping session--15 bottles worth!--had given her some relief, she knew it wouldn't last long; she certainly wasn't anywhere close to empty.

Kate got out of the car, doing her best to shove her uncooperative, swollen breasts back into a bra that still felt too small. She buttoned up her white shirt, ignoring the huge gaps between buttons her swollen chest caused.

She was just working on the last stubborn button when she heard a familiar voice.

"Jesus, Kate..."

She looked up to see her coworker Todd standing a foot from her, slack-jawed. Unsurprisingly, his gaze was transfixed to her huge cleavage.

Her face flushed, and in her embarrassment, the button popped completely off her shirt. "H-Hi..."

It took Todd a while to respond.

"You umm... damn... those are..." He picked his lips, keeping his gaze transfixed upon her breasts.

"I know. Pregnancy really changes your whole body..." Though it was true for a lot of women, the same couldn't be said about Kate. Her body had pretty much gone exactly back to the way it was, save for now basically being a milk factory.

Finally, Todd looked away, if only to adjust himself so that his erection wasn't as obvious. "Breastfeeding twins I guess, right?"

"Quadruplets."

"Jesus Christ..." he breathed. A red hue crept across his face, and he had to adjust himself again. "I mean, you already had huge tits. Now, you're like..." He snuck a look down at them again. "What, a J cup?"

If only.

"An M..."

He smirked and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bouncing. "M for Mega Mommy Milkers I guess... come on, let's go. We'll be late."

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Kate stood before everyone in the lunch room, her face ablaze. Her coworkers were all men, and every single one of their gazes was trained on her engorged breasts.

The only person who didn't make her feel uncomfortable was her boss, Nolan. Tall and quiet, it would have been easy to mistake him for shy or weak willed. But he ran the company like a tight ship.

"Please make Kate feel welcome back after her maternity leave." He smiled out at his workers. "And if anyone should need a refresher on our sexual harassment policy, I would be glad to assist."

Kate heaved a sigh of relief. He had always been a good boss, looking our for people, and now--

A button from her blouse shot from her shirt, shooting across the room. Another followed, and another as her breasts tried to burst from her top.

She scrunched her eyes shut, partially in pain from engorgement and partially because she didn't want to look at the drooling men in front of her anymore.

'I'm so fucking full of milk... I really need to pump...' she anguished in her head. Though she could feel her nipples ache for release, her break was so far away. Even if it wasn't, she had already used up all her empty bottles; where would she put all of it?

"Kate, why don't you come to my office for some privacy so you can pump?"

Nolan's deep timber was polite as always; he was such a sweet angel. Grabbing her bag with the pumps in it, she made her way from the lunch room to her boss's office. Her breasts swayed and sloshed this way and that with every step she took, milk dampening her teats.

"I'm so sorry," she confessed, sitting down on the couch in his office.

Without the buttons on her shirt, she knew he could see the blue veins on her massive mammaries that indicated how full she was. Even more so, she realized her bra barely fit anymore; more than half her areolas poked out from behind the bra's desperate attempt at coverage.

"It's fine. You're a new mother, it happens."

She beamed back at him. How lucky she was to have such an understanding boss. "Thank you..."

"I noticed you didn't bring any bottles in though." He ducked into the small closet deside the water cooler.

"Y-Yeah, I sort of... used them all up already..."

He emerged from the closet with two empty 5 gallon jugs normally used for water coolers. "Will these do? Ordinarily I would say they'd be overkill, but you do nurse quadruplets... You must produce an incredible amount of milk."

Kate was too grateful and relieved to pay much mind to the embarrassment. She took the giant jugs from him and placed them on each side of her on the couch as Nolan sat down at his desk.

But rather than stare at her expanding and near-bursting mammaries, he looked down at his laptop and worked.

He didn't even glance over when she hoisted her one breast out of the bra to hook the pump on. Soon, the room filled with the relaxing hums of the pumps working on overtime. Her milk drained into the water jugs as she leaned back on the couch and watched her broad shouldered boss work.

He was so calm, and made her feel so comfortable...

'I want him to put his babies in me.'

Her clit throbbed at the idea she never knew she could concoct. But as she continued watching him, the ache of her breasts slowly subsided.

Finally, after two hours, she felt something she'd never experienced before. She pulled the pump away, and her teat didn't even drip.

She was actually empty!

Cleaning her supplies up, she eyed the 5 gallon jugs that were both nearly filled to the brim. "I guess all that milk was really in me..."

Nolan looked up, and flashed her a smile that made her weak. "It's definitely a lot. Do you need to keep it for your babies?"

"N-No..." Despite the major pump session, she knew she would be full by the time she got home. "Do you want me to dump it, or--"

Nolan got to his feet and placed a cap on one of the jugs. Removing the old one from the water cooler, he placed the uncapped one in its place. The machine made air bubbles pop to the surface of the milk as it seaped downward. With a flick of his finger on the trigger, Nolan filled a paper cup up with milk.

He raised it to her, smiling. "Cheers."

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A woman doesn't notice that one of the bras she bought is a nursing one. Once she wears it her boobs fill with milk and keep growing

Anya had always had big boobs.

Ever since they had started growing at age 13, they had been on the larger scale. The process for buying bathing suits and bras in particular had always proven a challenge; she had a very petite frame, but her breasts seemed to stick out of everything, and were often sore from the padding that came with retail bras.

Which was why finding the Abra Cadabra bra in the return pile at Target meant so much to her. She looked at herself wearing it in the mirror, turning this way and that. There was virtually no padding, so while her nipples did poke through the fabric a bit, it was super comfortable. The straps didn't dig in, which was another huge bonus.

She marveled at how well it supported her jugs, even bouncing them by the straps. Though they did jiggle quite a bit, it still felt comfortable.

She smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror, finally content. She looked at the box the bra came in, wondering how she had missed this product for so long.

Nursing Bra.

Anya's cheeks flushed. The reason it must have fit so well was because the bra was intended for women with massive jugs nursing their kids.

It was a little embarrassing, but so what, right? No one would know the bra was meant for--

Suddenly, Anya felt a tightness in her breasts. It was a feeling she usually got when her bras were too small, but this bra fit, didn't it? She looked at herself in the mirror, but nothing seemed amiss.

But the feeling continued, even through to the next week.

She stood in front of the mirror again with her top pulled over her breasts, examining them. Her healthy, round double Gs looked... different.

She was no stranger to her cycle filling her cups up a little bit here and there, but this was different. Her breasts looked swollen and full, and they felt like they weighed a ton. Her nipples were constantly hard now, poking through the fabric of the bra like two aching cherries.

"Holy fuck..."

Anya whipped around, jostling her full breasts, and startled at the sound of the man's voice. Ben, her older brother's friend, stood before her. His cheeks were flushed as he stared down at her chest.

She fumbled with her shirt, doing her best to pull it back down over her boobs, but the fabric protested. It was a stretchy fabric, but even it has its limits. Finally, she shoved them into the shirt, the tightness forcing breath from her.

The shirt certainly hadn't been that tight when she put it on this morning...

"Sorry," she finally said. "I was just seeing something..."

"Looking at how big they've gotten?" Ben asked.

Anya flushed. So he noticed too... "I don't know what you mean."

He reached his hands over, gently hoisting her heavy boobs up. She released a heavy sign of relief; who knew her back ached so much from them!

But Ben didn't stop there. Gently, he rubbed his thubs over her nipples, hardening them further. Anya let out a moan; good God, that felt good!

What didn't feel good, however, was the continued tightness in her chest as it strained against a t-shirt unequipped to hold her endowment.

"Your tits were already big. Now, they're..."

Anya squeaked helplessly as he massaged her breasts occasionally jiggling them around. Every jostle not only made her shirt feel even tighter, but her clit begged for release.

"Can I tell you something?" Ben tore his gaze from her breasts to look her in the eyes. "I always had a bit of a crush on you when we were all younger. Couldn't help but picture marrying you, and getting you pregnant as many times as I possibly could."

She bit her lip to stifle the moan of pleasure his words brought her.

Riiiip.

What was that? Anya was too distracted to look away from Ben to bother. He continued handling her, sinking his fingers into her flesh; she could feel each and every gland swell at his touch.

"I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how I'd fuck you, even when you're pregnant. How your tits would get so fucking huge, you'd be some bed-ridden breeding cow..."

His thumbs swirled around the outside of her areolas, teasing the hell out of her.

Finally, with another sound of tearing fabric, she realized her shirt had ripped. Her full breasts pulled her forward from the added weight, and she moaned.

They had never felt this engorged before, let alone so full. She caught sight of them in the mirror. Where she had already been a well-endowed double G cup before, she doubted her old bras would even cover her nipples anymore. The massive mounds had deep blue veins that throbbed near her nipples, and her breasts would have filled her entire lap had Ben not been supporting them.

"God, I wanna put babies in you so bad..."

Her underwear soaked at the suggestion. The idea of being impregnated by him right now made Anya burn with desire.

His touches were agonizingly arousing, and her teats begged for release.

Release?

Finally, Ben squeezed at her nipples playfully, and she realized what had been happening. Two hot spurts of milk showered his face. Anya moaned with pleasure and from the relief; holy fuck, it felt good!

Ben let her breasts go, once again causing her to lurch forward a bit. They swayed, sloshing the gallons of milk that had come out of nowhere. He knelt down so her teats were at eye level before pulling the nursing bra down to reveal her puffy nipples. Steady streams of milk leaked from them, and she begged him internally to lap it up.

But that wasn't the only thing her body needed at the moment, was it?

She stared down at him needily. "B-Ben?"

He looked up, a small smile on his face. "Yeah?"

Anya unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. "I need you to fuck me. Like... right now."

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The Roommate 2

Nea led you by the hand through the mall, ignoring the gawking from strangers you guys passed. Who could blame them, after all, seeing a girl of her well-endowed physique bouncing around in an unlined sports bra?

You certainly couldn't.

But your roommate's aversion to wearing what she called "real bras" was sadly coming to a close.

"I'm a bridesmaid in my best friend's wedding," she had explained earlier that day. The two of you were lounging on opposite sides of the couch. "But the dress she picked... I can't wear a sports bra with it."

Fashion wasn't really your strong suit, but you still indulged her. "Oh... so what do you do?"

"I have to wear one with thinner straps, and underwire." She crossed her arms indignantly. The added pressure on her breasts made her rosy nipples poke more prominently through her thin white tank top.

'Don't you dare fuck my sister!' It had been your friend's only demand, but it was getting harder and harder to obey. You cleared your throat, doing your best to look away.

"And they're uncomfy, right?" you asked.

They had to be, especially for someone of your roommate's endowment; between her size and the fact that she was so full of milk from being a new mom, those tits must have been fucking heavy!

Nea nodded. "Plus, I haven't worn bras in so long, I don't know what my size would be for sure."

Fucking huge?

You chide yourself internally for the comment, but you can't help but feel your dick twitch. "W-Well if you had to guess, what would you say? Double G or something?"

Nea's mouth dropped open, offended. "Excuse me?!"

"What?"

She grasped her breasts firmly in her hands, her fingers sinking into the flesh. Her nipples hardened as she jiggled them up and down. "These? No way they're that big! I'm an F at max."

You may not have known much about bra sizing, but you did know her breasts occupied her lap when she sat. "Fine, we'll take a bet. If you're an F, I owe you a favour of your choice. But if you're a G, you owe me one."

She reached out a hand and stretched across the couch. "Deal!"

So that's what led you to being dragged down a busy mall hallway into a bra shop.

"I'm here to get sized," your roommate told one of the men working there. The sales person looked down at her breasts; with a pang of jealousy, you watched his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"S-S-Sure," he sputtered, not looking away as he fumbled for his measuring tape.

She held out her hand to stop him. "Wait. Can you get me a 36F and a 36GG?"

"Yes mommy--I mean--maam!" He marched off, and with another wave of protective jealousy, you watch as the man desperately adjusted his hard dick.

Who could blame him? Yours often was hard like that, living with your roommate. Though you were much better at hiding your stares, you knew Nea was aware of you doing it. Yet she never attempted to cover them; it wasn't even uncommon for her to nurse her baby in front of you.

That kid had it fucking made, getting to suck on those massive mommy milkers all day...

"Here you go, the bras you wanted." The sales guy handed them to your roommate. "But I would recommend letting me measure you before--"

"Nah, just a fitting room please."

He nodded, and the two of you followed him to the circular lounge that centered the dressing rooms.

"You wait here," Nea told you, wiggling the bras in front of you. She closed the stall door behind her. "You're going to owe me a favour!"

"Doubt it!" you called back with a smirk.

She let out a huge sigh of relief; it was the same sound she always made when taking off her sports bra when it felt too tight. This usually occurred when she was engorged, her massive mammaries snaked with blue veins.

Then again, her tits had looked a little fuller today. And, now that you've thought about it, she had missed a pumping session to come to get the measuring. She must have felt like they were ready to burst with milk.

Maybe she'd let you nurse from them in the car to help with the soreness...

"Oh crap..."

"What, what is it?" you ask.

"Uhh... nothing. Just... call the guy back and get him to measure me."

Much to your chagrin, the sales man did indeed measure her; worse off, he did so behind closed doors, so all you could imagine was some stranger groping your roommate's swollen mammaries.

Mammaries, you reminded yourself, that were most certainly not the F Cup she thought they were. She was bound to owe you that favour.

The salesman came back with a bra whose cups were so massive, they would have easily enveloped your head. He passed it over the stall door to Nea, and you both waited.

"It fits..."

The door swung open, and you got to see her standing there. The edge of her rosy areolas were only just visible against the ledge of the red silk bra that made her breasts stick out even further from her body.

"So, what size is it?" you asked

She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, looking guilty, but then promptly crossed her arms."W-Well it's not a GG Cup, so that's what's important."

You believed her, but were too curious not to ask. "What size, though?"

"She's currently wearing a J Cup," breathed the salesman, entranced once again. "But like... she needs the next size up, probably two..."

Nea dropped her hands at her sides, her face flush with embarrassment while you felt your cock stiffen.

"I guess I hadn't realized how big they'd gotten..." she whispered, looking down at them. "I'm just full of so much fucking milk, and I'm so engorged!"

You reached out and gently squeezed one. Immediately, you felt heat seap through the fabric, warming your palm with fresh milk.

She let out a soft cry. You hard dick pulsed needingly against the fabric of your jeans.

You pulled your hand away and lapped up the milk droplets that clung to it. Suddenly, you realized just how dry your mouth had been.

More.

"Nea, do you need to pump?" you asked.

She nodded vigorously, causing her breasts to slosh around the weight of the milk. A sudden dark spot appeared at the nipple of her unsqueezed breast, before turning into a bead of milk that dripped from the bra.

She was literally bursting with milk...

In a quick motion, you led her backwards into the change room and locked the door behind you. Yanking down the cup of the first breast, her nipples released a spurt that spattered hot milk on your cheeks and lips.

"Sorry!"

She gasped, but the relief mixed with arousal on her face said she wasn't really that apologetic. After licking your lips, an action that made her release a needy moan, you smirked.

You may not have been allowed to fuck her, but my god, you were still going to get your fill.

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A man with a magic remote using it to make his stuck up local barista into a needy bimbo

Enough is enough.

From a young age, you have always been brought up believing being polite got you places; saying thank you, holding doors open for people, and making guests feel welcome are part of a basic human decency you assumed everyone practiced.

Until you met Alice.

You had met in high school, back when you was a little rounder in the belly and cheeks. She had always turned her nose up at you, snarking some cruel comment on your appearance, or how slow you were. You never understood why--after all, you had always been nice to her--but maybe that was just what hot, popular blondes did to "science losers" like you.

But nearly ten years later, this loser was ready for his revenge.

Sitting at the corner table of the local coffee joint, you watch her plug away at the cash register as she rings customers up. Seductive, green eyes, wide hips, and full, perky breasts that jiggle a little bit when she walked. You watch the way she flashed that beauty-pageant smile that somehow manages to let people know she was better than them.

But over the last few months, you found a way to make it all come crashing down on her.

You train the wrist-mounted device you'd spent months perfecting on her. "Alice Saintfield. IQ 135, but 34DD," it flashes on the screen.

Just as she speaks to the next customer, you twist the dial to the right. Immediately, her white blouse strains to keep her overflowing bossoms contained. A pink flush creeps across her face as she notices her customer staring slack-jawed at her suddenly massive breasts. Quite a few of the patrons murmur, some pointing at her.

She blinks a few times. "Wha..."

"Alice Saintfield. IQ 120, but 34GG."

You smirk. So it begins.

You turn the dial more.

Alice lunges forward, the weight of her massive tits making her unsteady. All of the buttons on her blouse spatter the cash register as her breasts spill slightly outside the sides of her apron.

Much to your delight, she giggles. "Oopsies!" She jumps around excitedly, her massive mammaries swaying. Her hard, pink nipples play peekaboo from behind her apron wth ever jiggle as she makes her way to the staff break room.

You follow her over to a room with a small kitchen and a few tables. She stands in front of a large full-body mirror squeezing her breasts.

"Alice Saintfield. IQ 70, but 34K."

This time, before turning the dial the furthest it could go, you click a button on the device.

Her breasts swell immediately and spill out of her shirt completely. Now uncovered by an apron far too small, blue veins pulse through her pale breasts. They send what appears to be a needy ache to her swollen pink nipples.

Beads of milk appear at the tender teat, before they start dripping onto the small table below.

You smile down at her. But her eyes are wide, an unfamiliar sense of submission behind them. She waddles over to the plastic coffee cups, grabbing a handful of them before making her way to you. With each footstep, her breasts sway and slosh as tiny rivers of milk run down from her teats.

"Alice Saintfield. IQ 15, but 34P. Subject has reached peak breeding instance."

Your dick twitches. Hmm...

She holds out an empty coffee cup, blissfully unaware there is a little bit of drool dripping from her lip.

You take the cup, unsure.

Hoisting her bare breast up for you to see, she tilts her head to one side.

"Moo?" she asks before biting her lip. "Moooo?"

Milk me?

You take her massive teat in your hand and squeeze, aiming into the coffee cup you held in your hand. Milk spurts out, drenching your hand in warm liquid. Alice moans from the release as you notice the unmilked breast has a steadier stream dripping from it.

"Moo!" Alice gasps. It's then you notice how drenched her panties are. She rubs against the side of her hand, and the motion makes her massive milkers slosh. "Moooo..."

Your device is perfect; not only is she full of milk, the bitch NEEDS to breed.

You cock swells against the tightness of your pants. It hadn't really been a part of your plan to impregnate her, but as she unzips your pants and uses both her tiny hands to work away at your cock, you realize the idea turns you on.

Plus, wasn't it even better revenge on her knowing you not only made her tits massive, but you also pumped her full of your "loser" cum?

Your shirt is soaked from the milk leaking from her full breasts that she rubs against your chest.

"Moo... Moo..." She stops rubbing, and instead sits on the table and spreads her legs. Her miniskirt does little to hide her soaked underwear. She squeezes her breasts, letting a massive spray soak her hands.

"Are you in heat, dumb little cow?"

"Moooo..." she moaned.

You pulled the drenched thong to the side to shove your throbbing member inside her. Her internal juices tantalize your dick, making it throb. One, two, three--you lose count of how many pumps before--

Just as you ejaculate, Alice bounces herself on you, sloshing her giant tits around and as she pleasures herself on your release.

Finally, she lets out a breathless sigh before snuggling with your face resting on a breast. She led your head to one of her dripping teats, and you happily accept it into your mouth.

Blissful peace coursed through your veins as you suckle at her breast, content.

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The Roommate - 1

When you were down on your luck, your best friend had really helped you out. Instead of being left homeless, you could roommate with Rob's younger sister, whom you hadn't seen in years.

"My only rule," he had warned, "Is no fucking her."

It hadn't been a thought you'd ever assumed would cross your mind at the time.

But boy, had the last few years been kind to Nea. No longer the little girl you and your friend teased for having glasses, she had really changed physically.

The day you met her again after all those years, you had to do your best not to stare. Even months later, it was still challenging not to.

But how could you not?

As she walked into the kitchen, her massive breasts swallowed up her torso, soaked at the teat. Each step jostled them, often making her nipples hard; of course, you only knew this because she refused to wear wired or padded bras despite her endowment. Her areolas puffed through the shirt too; what you wouldn't give to just squeeze them once...

She brought in a case of filled baby bottles be put in the fridge specifically reserved for milk. Your own fridge was scarce; after losing your home, money had been tight, and buying groceries had become a luxury.

"Shit, there's no more room..."

Of course there wasn't.

You admittedly didn't know much about breastfeeding or pumping milk, but you did know her supply was fucking insane. There didn't seem to be a single time of day when she didn't exude hormones, so it was no surprise her massive mommy milkers would have made a dairy cow jealous.

She turned to you, her eyes wide and doeful. "Did the hospitals not come to pick up today?"

You shook your head. "Bank holiday."

"Shoot." She looked down at the bottles of milk in the crate propped against her hip. "Do you have room in your fridge?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Thanks."

The sway and motion of her breasts as she walked was hypnotizing. She started putting away the bottles. "What are you up to, anyway?"

"I'm supposed to bring in a bread pudding dessert for work tomorrow, so working on that... and stressing out."

She finally finished loading all her milk into your fridge. Eight bottles after having already fed a growing baby seemed like a lot, yet her milk-stained shirt suggested she had continued to leak even after the pumping session. How fucking full must those huge--

"Jake?"

Your dick twitched at the sound of your name from her. Man, those tits were distracting.

"Y-Yeah?" You did your best to look away, hoping she hadn't seen you staring.

Again.

She walked behind you, and started rubbing your shoulders. Sure, they had been stiff from stress, but it was nothing compared to what you felt in your suddenly very restrictive jeans.

"I asked why you were stressed." As she continued rubbing your shoulders, you felt the warm squish of her breasts against your back.

'Don't you even think about fucking my sister!' It had been Rob's one rule; was it really so hard to keep from thinking about it? Your cock pressed against the fabric of your jeans, begging to get out.

Sidestepping away from Nea, you kept your eyes trained downward. "Oh uhh... I didn't have the money to grab all the ingredients I need."

"Maybe I can lend you some. What are you missing?"

"Whole milk."

"Oh shoot. I don't think I have any, I'm sorry."

Her voice was sincere; she genuinely was sorry for being unable to help.

"If... if you're really stuck though..."

You sighed. "I am."

A cute, almost devilish smile played on her lips. "Well, breast milk has a slightly higher fat content than whole milk. And you can technically bake with it."

Your dick twitched again.

Despite the eight bottles Nea had produced not even an hour ago, her tits somehow looked full. Her mammaries spilled out the front and sides of her tiny nursing bra, and her swollen areolas and nipples stretched it to being nearly see through. Just then, you notice blossoming damp spots where her nipples are trying to poke out just as much as your dick is begging to.

How were they so full already?!

Still, she couldn't be serious...

Yet there she was, offering herself...

Well, her milk, anyway. But fuck, that was still so hot...

She brushed her copper hair behind her ear, her cheeks a tinge of pink. "I-if you wanted, anyway. No pressure."

Your friend's voice, ranting about his rule played on loop on your mind. But was using his sister's breastmilk really the same thing?

"Okay, thanks. Should I use the fresh stuff or older in the fridge?"

You asked it, but the whole time, your gaze was transfixed on the wet patches that had started to drip from her shirt.

'Stop staring!' you chided yourself. You look back up at her eyes, pleading she hadn't noticed.

She very much did. With a smirk, she met your gaze, then looked down at her massive tits. Taking one in her hand, she massaged it a bit, making the blue veins more prominent each time she added pressure.

"I was thinking, maybe you wanted a taste test before baking with it." A spurt of milk gushed through the fabric of the nursing bra as she squeezed, no doubt mirroring the precum you felt moistening your boxers.

It was all you could do to stand there and breathe. All the blood from your brain had clearly vacated to the spot that had won over.

More over, you could barely adjust yourself when she finally noticed how hard you were.

She pulled the nursing bra over her massive breasts; it was the first time you'd seen her completely bare, and her dripping cherry nipples made you realize how dumb the promise to your friend had really been.

All you wanted was to suck that woman's teets dry, and to bury your cock and seed in her.

"Tell you what..." She grabbed your arm and led you to the living room. Despite each step being dainty, there was no way for her to walk without her tits swaying.

When she sat on the very last cushion of the couch, her breasts lay in her lap. She patted the seat right next to her. "Tell you what. It looks like we could both use some relief. Come; lay your head on my lap, and we'll kill two birds with one stone."

Your cock ached with the promise, begging you to submit to anything that may have led with her hands covered in your seed.

You nodded, but stayed where you were.

'Don't you even think about fucking my sister!'

Guilt must have crossed your features, because when you looked back at her face, she stared up at you innocently.

"Think of it as a favour to me." She looked down and pressed two fingers against an engorged blue vein; a tiny squirt of milk sprayed her lap. "If you don't, these will literally just be leaking all night again..." She looked up at you again, dew eyed. "Please Jake... I'm so full..."

Well, if she insisted...

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What about a story where the woman in question has been taking supplements to try and enhance her size and ends up with chests much fuller than she planned on? Maybe the overdose leads to permanent effects...

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Putting down the measuring tape, Alice wanted to scream.

After a rather irresponsibly expensive purchase, she was already a little embarrassed. 'See results in as little as hours!' the pills had claimed.

But even after a week of steady treatment, her tiny beestings had remained the same. She hadn't expected a miracle, but part of her had at least hoped her boobs would look even a little fuller than they were.

She eyed the bottle. "One a day only, huh? Yeah, fuck you, worthless junk." Fuming, she tossed back the rest of the pills in a last ditch effort.

And waited.

And waaaaiiited...

Nothing.

Her cheeks flushed with shame. She had been so duped! Grabbing the box the pill bottle had come in, she noticed a small slip of paper.

"'Warning: only take one pill per day.'" She rolled her eyes. "Useless..."

But there was another line that caught he attention.

"User must take pills with milk for them to be effective."

Oh.

A small flutter of hope rang out in her heart. Jogging to the kitchen, she brought the whole carton with her back to the bathroom mirror.

Her bralette--which was all she currently needed, having such tiny breasts--would be a good way to determine just how big (or not) they would get. With a deep breath of courage, she took a massive few gulps of milk.

A sudden feeling of warmth spread through her chest, followed by a bit of tightness. Gleefully, she noticed a small curve of tissue she hadn't had before.

They did work!

The feeling continued, working its way to her nipples. Tiny pressure points went off, puffing out her areolas as her breasts continued to grow.

She admired how cute her bralette looked on her now; if she had to guess, she was at least a B cup now, maybe even a C!

Thank god for reading the instructions fully... she had to laugh at herself as she brought the milk carton back to the fridge. Why hasn't she just read everything in the first place? All the worry would have been saved if she had just--

Just as she reached up to put the milk on the fridge shelf, she heard a snap.

Looking down, her bare breasts blocked her ability to see her feet. Were they still growing?

In the process of closing the fridge, she accidentally hit the side of her new, fuller breast. It sent a shockwave of both pain and arousal through it.

She reached her hands up to grab them, and her fingers sunk into her flesh. Each knead felt like ecstacy, as her pink nipples hardened with pleasure. Her breasts felt enormous in her hands, and were only getting heavier.

Letting them drop from her hands, she lurched forward from their increasing weight, watching as they jiggled and sloshed around for what felt like ages from the movement.

'One a day.'

Maybe downing the whole bottle had been a bad idea...

...or maybe not. Despite them being a breast enhancement pill, she couldn't help but notice how every swell made her clitorus ache with desire.

She waddled back to the bathroom, trying to contain moans as her full breasts swayed from her strides.

Before the mirror, she could see even more of the changes the pills had made.

Though she had managed to fit through the narrow doorway coming in, she doubted it would be the case for much longer.

Her pink nipples had swollen to the size of fat, juicy cherries, and they hung down at her belly button. Blue veins had spread their way across her massive round mammaries, making her look like an engorged porn star.

They weren't stopping any time soon, either. The growth strained her back, so she hoisted her breasts into the sink for support as they continued to swell and feel tight.

How could they feel so damn tight when she wasn't even wearing anything? How did her breasts feel so full?

By the time the swelling stopped, her areolas were now swollen to the size of apples, puffed and plump. Without anywhere else to go, her nipples were pressed against the bathroom mirror; her breasts were now so full, she couldn't move or turn around. If it weren't for resting them in the sink, Alice knew she would have fallen over.

Despite the growth having stopped though, the arousing sensation hadn't. Her clit begged her for attention, but her breasts screamed louder.

She gently rubbed her hands against the sides of her new massive breasts--god only knew, her arms weren't long enough to reach those nipples--before applying a bit more pressure and squeezing.

Right away, she knew that's what she needed. Working her breasts, she continued to rub and squeeze, not bothering to contain the moans that escaped her. Her breasts started swelling again, making the sink groan under their weight.

Twisting from side to side, she realized she could finally arouse her nipples as they rubbed against the mirror, sloshing her fat breasts as they felt and got fuller and fuller.

Finally, it happened.

Her hard nipples were forcibly bent against the mirror as the expansion left no room elsewhere, but they leaked rivers of milk that spilled over her expanse. It trailed the thick blue veins of her swollen breasts and wetted her stomach, her feet.

Despite the leak, she felt so goddamn full of milk, yet she couldn't reach her aching nipples to do anything about it herself.

She felt around her jeans pocket, noticing the fabric had managed to get wet somehow too.

As she dialed her boyfriend, her breasts continued to swell against the shower wall and making the floor wet with an inch of milk.

"Hello?"

"I need you home, now!"

"Is everything okay, are you hurt?!"

Alice shook her head no, which only teased her sensitive nipples and made more milk squirt out. She couldn't stifle the loan moan of arousal that escaped her lips. "No, but I need you to come home and suck my tits... I'm begging you..."

It was all he needed to hear. His playful chuckle made her clit throb. "I'll be right there, babe."

Just as he hung up, the sink collapsed. She lurched forward under the massive weight of her engorged mammaries, too horny to be bothered.

She needed to be milked, and soon!

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Yall have been very kind with the hearts and reblogs, so thank you kindly! 🐮❤️ I've a few asks/prompts in my inbox, so please look forward to more deliciously milky content. 😌

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[Writing Prompt] As a young mother she had experienced her swollen breasts letting down whenever she heard a child cry. What she wasn't expecting was the DILF at her office asking for her help to have the same effect. Or for his lustful gaze at the spreading wet patches to moisten her panties too.

Ezra pointed to the computer screen. "See what I mean? Keeps coming up with the same error."

Maggie leaned over his shoulder as best she could to get a decent look. Yet as soon as she did, she regretted it; instead of concentrating on the troubleshooting, now all she could think about was how warm and firm her DILF of a coworker's shoulder felt against her full breast. Her nipples hardened, and her breasts fell so incredibly full.

Just make it to noon, she begged herself.

Lunch time was the only time she could whip out her breast pump and fill a few bottles for her baby at home.

It had started with two, but when Ezra started working with her, it quickly moved to three, then six. She had no idea why the man's presence brought her supply up, all she knew was she needed to pump.

And soon.

With a few taps on the keyboard, the screen's error message resolved. "Here you go!"

She straightened up, ignoring how the motion jostled her near-bursting breasts.

Evidently though, ignoring them wasn't something Ezra could have done. His chocolate brown eyes were affixed to them as his mouth hung open slightly.

Maggie felt her nipples harden, something she knew he could see, as her already tight nursing bra was stretched thin. "S-Sorry, I..."

Still, he stared.

Had it been anyone else, she probably would have felt uncomfortable. But there was something about him staring that just made her panties positively drip.

Finally, after licking his lips--an action that made her mammaries positively ache with need--he looked up into her eyes. "Maggie...?"

Her breasts felt so tight and full. She had never felt this engorged before!

"Yes?" It came out as a half-moan, and she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

His eyes cast downward again. This time, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He got to his feet, which was when she noticed his erection.

But instead of dealing with or hiding it, he simply reached a finger out and gently swiped it across Maggie's puffy nipple. When he brought it back to his face, she noticed a white bead on it. With a lick of his finger, he smiled. "You're leaking, missy."

When she looked down to check, he was right. Large damp spots blotched her shirt where her nipples were poking through.

"I'm sorry!" Her hands immediately went to cup her breasts as much as she could, but he gently grabbed her writsts.

"Don't be. I get it. You're a new mom, and you're just so full of milk. It happens." He let go of her wrists, and his hands settled on her hips and he continued to stare.

"I've seen how much you make. You must be feeding triplets or something at home." He bounced her hips up and down, making her engorged breasts ache with each jiggle. "You look so fucking full right now."

I'm about to burst! she wanted to moan.

His lustful gaze only made her want him even more.

"I... have a request." Slowly, he pulled her cardigan and too-tight nursing bra up, letting her breasts fall and slosh around from the release of their confines as they continued to spray and leak.

Anything.

"May I have some?"

He barely managed to finish the question before her massive dripping mammary was being shoved into his mouth, filling it with so much milk, it dribled down his shirt.

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A weird dairy allergy.

That's what you had been told it was, ever since you were a kid. But after you had moved out from your parents' protective care, you found out the truth.

Even so, when you checked into the restaurant, you still told them to mind what was given to you. Disinterested, and barely glancing at your modest double D cups, the host raised an eyebrow.

"You mean a lactose intolerance?" he asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"Anaphylaxis?"

You only wish it were. "No, not exactly..."

"Whatever." With a roll of his eyes, he started walking toward a table. "Follow me."

You sat where he directed. Glancing at the menu, you waited for your date to arrive.

Tinder was often as cesspool of terrible choices--for both men and women--but you'd really gotten lucky finding this guy on there.

Aside from being extremely attractive (though that never really hurt, did it?), he was in his second year of residency at a children's hospital. With the looks, brains, and money all that would have entailed, he still managed to be humble, and quite charming.

He even seemed really understanding about your dairy allergy when you had told him about it during one of your late night chats.

'Wow, you must feel so uncomfortable!' he had said, genuinely sounding apologetic.

Uncomfortable had been the gentle way of putting it.

After a few minutes of waiting, your date finally appeared. He chatted with the host for a few moments, pointing at the table you were sitting at. Their conversation seemed a little longer than usual, but when he finally arrived at your table, he explained.

"Just wanted to make sure he was aware of your allergy." He flashed a brilliant smile that made your heart melt. "But we're doing a tasting. A few small servings of everything in the restaurant!"

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

But after eating a few bites of one of the appetizers, you start to feel a familiar tightness on your chest. Your boobs didn't seem overly larger, so you thought it must have been imagined.

After a few more bites though, the tightness doesn't let up. Your bra starts to creek. With another furtive glance downward, you can see you were right.

There's a crease where the bra was trying to contain the breasts and where they were starting to spill out.

"Was there dairy in this?" you ask.

Your date shook his head. "Shouldn't be. Why?"

Why? Maybe you were being too critical of yourself; if he couldn't tell they had gone up half a cup size, maybe it wasn't worth mentioning.

So the next appetizer was brought out. It was savoury, melt in your mouth...

..and made your breasts swell another size. It was very clear now that whatever you had eaten had to have had at least some dairy in it. Your bra now fit like a tiny bikini, your hard nipples rubbing against its edge teasingly as you spilled out the front of your low cut dress.

"There's definitely dairy in this food," you tell your date urgently. "I'm reacting."

He tilted his head to the side, looking at your chest. "Maybe a little bit, but nothing too uncomfortable I wouldn't say."

It certainly didn't feel that way, but maybe he was right. Maybe you were too worried about the stares you'd get.

So you continued to eat.

After the next course, you realized he had to be playing polite. Your mammaries swelled, tightening the top of your dress until there was no more give. Not only were you spilling out the front, but out the sides now too. The straps that had once been full coverage now strained with the weight of your expanding bust. You weren't sure when it had happened, but your bra had torn; it was too much for it to handle.

You jumped to your feet suddenly, your breasts bouncing back and forth as your nipples poked through the fabric of your dress. Stomping over to the host station, you tried to ignore just how good it felt when your breasts were sloshing around from the movement.

"Excuse me!" You waved your hand to get his attention, sniffling a groan as you felt your chest get even tighter.

The host looked up with a bored expression on his face until he spotted just what his food had done to your body.

"U-U-Uhh..."

The man could barely choke out a word, and he definitely couldn't help but stare. It burned a heat between your legs.

"Was there any dairy in the food?" you asked desperately.

He took a solid few minutes to answer, and only did so after adjusting a chub in his pants.

"A-A little bit," he confessed. "I didn't think it would... would..." He trailed off, keeping his stare on your breasts. Clearing his throat he finally looked away. "Your boyfriend over there asked that I put some in."

That little asshole...

You stormed back over to him, a little miffed at the fact that you enjoyed how he watched every sway.

Before you could say anything, he apologized. "I'm so sorry. I guess I didn't believe that it was true, which was wrong--but I had to see for myself."

"Well, have you seen enough?" You gestured to your swelling chest.

"I'm sorry! But how, uhh... " He swallowed, as if biting back more lewd words than what he went with. "How big can they get?"

You did your best to cross your arms indignantly, but the feeling of your arm brushing against your hard nipple made you squeak.

"I dunno, I've never been this big before."

Or this sensitive...

Your breasts felt so heavy, so incredibly full, yet every little bump or sway filled you with pleasure.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on them. "I felt guilty for kind of... trapping you into this, I guess. So I booked out the restaurant entirely, if that's any consolation..."

A quick look around proved there really weren't any other guests in the restaurant. It was a small token of sweetness.

The guy really couldn't stop staring at your breasts, and for the first time, you didn't want him to stop.

"Well, I guess if there's no one else here..." You wave your hand to grab the attention of the waiter. "Let's see how big I get."

His pupils dilated for a moment. "Yeah?"

The waiter arrived.

"A glass of milk please."

He paused, looking between you , your breasts, back to you, then your date. "B-But--"

"Whole milk, if you have it."

He didn't take very long filling your request. You raised the glass of milk up in toast, waiting for your date to meet it with his own.

You gulped down the milk, each swallow loud. Before that moment, any dairy you had had been in tiny, small amounts.

Right away, you felt the familiar tightening in your chest. The sound of ripping fabric told you your dress hadn't made it. As soon as the fabric gave way, your breasts burst forth like water breaking through a dam. They swayed from the sudden freedom, leaving you with that arousing sloshing sensation again...

They had never felt so full before! But full of what, exactly?

It wasn't long before your expanding mammaries forced your nipples against the edge of the table.

You let out a whimper.

"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?"

So full, so full... How did your swelling masses make you feel so uncomfortable, yet so... aroused?

Whether it was to genuinely help, or so he could get a better look, your date move the table, giving you more room.

Finally, the tightness died down, and the swelling stopped. Your breasts filled up your lap, blocking your stomach completely as the heavy mounds rested on the tops of your thighs. Your puffy nipples stuck out, just aching.

In fact, your breasts in general were in need of something.

You look back to your date, wondering if the growth had been too much. But to your pleasant surprise, he was drooling over them. The thought of his saliva dripping off your engorged teets... were your panties always this wet?

He reached a hand out to touch. His fingertips gently grazed the skin near your nipple, and your breasts throbbed with need.

He took them both in his hands, gently kneading them in his fingers. But every movement hit against a gland, making you let out a soft moan.

Two pearl-like beads appeared at the tips of your nipples.

"Is that...?"

You really did feel full...

He squeezed your breasts gently, no doubt testing his suspicions.

Two streams of milk burst forth from your mammaries, spattering across the floor, the table, and his face as you let out a cry of pleasure.

Before you could even let out the demand that was on your lips, you felt your date's hot mouth on your breast. He sucked gently at first, then a hard suck that flooded his mouth with so much milk, it started dribbling down his chin.

He kept going though, suckling on the one breast while pulling the other nipple in an all too familiar fashion. He directed the spray into his empty cup of water, all while latched and guzzling from the other breast. You could hear each hungry gulp from him, which only made your panties even wetter. I rubbed my pelvis back and forth against the fabric.

He let go with his mouth momentarily, his gaze a little unfocused, like he was milk drunk. "Can't even imagine... what it's going to be like when I get you pregnant..."

And with a loud moan of pleasure from you, he latched on to the other breast, feasting greedily on your massive mommy milkers.

The feeling was pure ecstasy...

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Hey if anyone wants to send me scenes they want written, I'm up for it. Just make sure you set your expectations to "dumpster fire"

Okay thanks.

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It had been a long time since your girlfriend and you went on a romantic date, so you were both very excited to have been able to book a decently fancy restaurant.

Waiting in line to be seated, you couldn't help but admire her. She had gone with a fairly modest look--a knee-length skirt and a white button-up blouse--but per usual, her curvy body made the clothes look so, so much better. Her wide hips and butt made that skirt skin tight, and that shirt? The buttons around her massive breasts were struggling to stay closed.

Giant gaps between the buttons made looking through her shirt even easier, and that's when you spotted the overflow of her 36Js.

"Are you full again?" you whispered to her, nodding toward her breasts.

She nodded, which only made them jiggle. "Yeah, but I pumped before we got here so I should maybe be okay."

A flash of blue vein from the gap in her shirt made me question her reply.

The waiter led you to the table. When she plopped down in her seat, a pang rang out; one of the buttons on her shirt had popped and shot across the table to my plate.

Her cheeks flushed, and she mumbled an apology to the waiter; as to be expected, his eyes were glued to the pair of massive breasts that caused the whole commotion in the first place.

"We need a chance to look at the menu," you tell him.

"Oh right, menus." He sounded just about as distracted as you felt the first time you saw the crease where your girlfriend's already huge bras were cutting into her expanding mammaries.

You watched the waiter adjusting himself as he left.

"So you pumped before we left, huh babe?" An accusing but playful smile crossed your lips. "How much?"

"W-Well, I fed the boys first." She tried pulling the edges of her dress shirt to cover her deep cleavage, but there was absolutely no hope. "But after, I guess..."

She murmured something, avoiding your eyes.

"What?" you asked.

"I said," she replied in a soft whisper, "just under a gallon."

A gallon?!

Good God it was hard not to stare at her again. No doubt, in an attempt to relieve some of the weight off her shoulders, she had rested her massive milkers on the table and let out a sigh. Despite the bra--which looked ridiculously small on her at the moment--her nipples were starting to poke through. She really hadn't been joking when she said her supply had increased. As it was, your chest freezer at home was stocked so full extra milk she hadn't needed, and there was only so many places accepting donations.

How her body had decided she needed to make even more, you weren't sure. But this girl looked so close to bursting, which made your dick twitch with urge.

After an hour of waiting for the waiter to come back, you notice your girlfriend shifting in her seat a bit. The blue veins that usually indicate how full she is really started to make an appearance.

The last time you touched those veins when she was this full... you shift in your chair, very aware of your erection pressing against the bottom on the table.

She places a hand atop her left breast and frowns.

"Everything okay?" you ask her.

"Uhh... maybe?" She feels the right one in the same manner, her expression getting increasingly more worried.

"Maybe?"

"My pump broke mid-session," she confessed, staring down at her breasts. She hoisted them up, her fingers sinking deeply into the flesh as she checked how full she really felt, sloshing around the milk. Precum dampened your tip. "They're still pretty full, but I think I should be okay until we get home."

That made more sense, but it only riled you up more. Despite feeding your twins and pumping out a near gallon, she was still making so much milk. Even getting home didn't necessarily mean relief; she could overstuff our kids with as much milk as they could guzzle, but she would still probably leak and fill a bucket with this new supply increase if she didn't have a pump.

They already looked so, so full... would she really last an hour?

Twenty minutes and another button bursting open later, the waiter still hadn't returned.

Guy's probably jerking himself silly over those tits, you thought. If it were you, you'd probably have done the same.

A baby started crying behind you. Your girlfriend looked over at it as its mother tried to stop its fussing, but to no avail.

"I hope he's okay," she whispered.

"He'll be fine."

She nodded, but still didn't take her eyes off them. The baby continued crying, and after a minute, the fourth button on her shirt popped. She barely noticed it, or the fact that the table on which she was resting her breasts had started to tip.

More than that though, two wet spots appeared where her hard nipples were soaking through the shirt. They started as tiny little specs, making you think something had splashed on her at home point, but it only took a few minutes of the damp spots spreading quickly for you to realize what was going on.

"Thought you said you'd be fine," you teased.

"Hmm?" Her motion of looking back at you only sloshes her breasts around more. How could she look so innocent on her face but have such full breasts, begging to be sucked on?

You nodded down to them, and that was when she jumped up and saw the pre-dinner plate had a pool of milk in it already.

Hot in and of itself, but her action had popped the final button off her shirt. If her tits had seemed large before, she was absolutely massive now that there was no shirt to keep them contained. The bra that was supposed to support them basically looked like a tiny string bikini top now, essentially useless as a steady stream of milk ran down her breasts, and both nipples were letting out spurts.

Embarrassed, she tried to wrap her arms around them to cover herself up, but there was only so much she could do.

Your member throbbed, begging to take even just a tiny lick of the stream.

All that milk in her, and you guys were an hour away from home with a broken pump.

Licking your lips, you couldn't help but revel in what you knew would be the answer to what she needed.

You couldn't wait to drink her dry.

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