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loco38 · 7 hours ago

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“I can’t stop it.”

Saying it out loud helped steady her, though there was still panic in her voice. Emma gripped the sides of her chair tightly.

For a moment the only sound was the drip-drip-drip of milk against the towel in her lap, and the faint sounds of the party outside. Then she let out a little whimper, involuntarily. There was a tight sensation in her nipples, like someone was flicking them every few seconds.

Emma was lactating! Thin streams of rich milk squirted from her nipples, landing on the towel in her lap, and earlier, the front of her shirt. Not that it would fit, now. She had pulled it down earlier to examine herself and was stuck like that, breasts exposed.

Sure, I could cover them with the towel…but it won’t stay dry for long…

She poked one breast experimentally, surprised by how firm it felt. How could she fill up so fast?!

Emma had been at a party when her formerly loose shirt began to seemingly shrink. She had put her drink down- something about a white russian, she wasn’t really listening- and stepped into a side room to check on her girls.

Ten minutes later, her towel was almost soaked- and drips became trickles became a steady stream. She was desperately, achingly full of milk.

“This can’t be happening.” Oh, it would be great if this were some perverted nightmare. But how would she even get to her car? The idea of walking out in front of all the guests…their eyes wide open at her new size…being praised for her milk production…even the taste-

She put her hands to her face, blushing. Why was the idea so hotttttt?

Emma was starting to really panic now, and she leaned back, gasping as she saw her breasts swell larger, taking up a little more of her view of the towel.

Ok, stay calm. I can’t really cover them…maybe with another towel…or I could climb out the window…

Even standing up, she found herself a little unsteady on her feet. Her center of gravity has changed, but her breasts didn’t jiggle as much as expected. Probably because they were so firm and swollen with milk.

Emma gave into temptation, gripping one breast around her swollen areolae and giving it an experimental squeeze.

“Mmmmmmm!” She threw her head back and moaned shamelessly, rewarded with a surge of pleasure and a huge squirt of dairy that spattered on the floor. More and more lewd images filled her mind- bent on all fours, spewing lust as her udders jiggled and wobbled below her- and her fingers began to rub her areolae, ready to repeat the experience.

“Mm-No!” Emma slapped her own hand away, standing as straight as she could with her expanded rack. “I’M NOT A COW!” Trying to fit as much defiance as possible into that sentence, but it came out louder than she expected. She covered her mouth again.

There was motion on the other side of the door, and someone tapped on the door sharply.

“Emma, are you alright? You’ve been in there for half an hour!”

“J-just a second!” She hurried to grab the towel, if only to cover her nipples- but what was she going to do now? Time was up! Nothing could hide or conceal her size from everyone.

Her inner cow stirred, and she knew the answer.

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