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Milkette (c) :iconmilkjunkie:", "writing": "[center][u][b]A Friend in Need is a Breast Indeed![/b][/u][/center]\n\n[center]Authored by [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie[/url]\n\nAn anonymous commission[/center]\n\n\tBeth was the prime example of a White Wolf. She was tall and strong, working her body regularly to remain fit and in-shape with flat, pronounced abs and strong, firm thighs. She was a runner, a cyclist, and a weight trainer. She was confident and beautiful, majestic in her own right. She was a beacon of leadership among her peers, with independence to spare. Every bit of that woman was contained in a body that screamed femininity – with wide hips and succulent thighs, and beautiful breasts only made possible by strong back muscles.\n\n\tNo one messed with Beth!\n\n\tBut she was having a problem…\n\n\tA choice meeting with a rather fetching male left her in a situation she never prepared for. She found out a great time after the encounter that she had been left with young. She tried to simply power through the changes her body presented to her, but no matter how badly she wished it, she couldn’t deny the truth: she was pregnant. In the early stages, it was easy to hide. Her tummy barely made a bump her in shirt, and she needed only to wear a t-shirt to stay modest. Her breasts were the parts not willing to make a compromise.\n\n\tThey surged out in growth. While she was already busty at a fetching DD, her chest billowed outward into brand new letters in the alphabet, and filled with a bounty rich for wolf pups. They didn’t do so slowly either; her breasts grew practically overnight to make her sports bras fit uncomfortably, and swelled still to force her hand at buying new tops. Her modestly large chest had swollen into two mountainous mounds that rivaled her head in size, and they showed little signs of stopping.\n\n\tAt first it was a mild inconvenience. Then her chest grew into an annoyance as it began to offset the pressure building within her mammary glands, causing them to leak. After that, it got downright embarrassing when the right attention made her nipples squirt streams of the stuff. What she would call her breasts turned into a pair of milk-soaked udders, utterly glutted with the stuff. She had to drain them a few times daily, sometimes more.\n\n\tShe’d taken to wearing specialized maternity bras to try and contain the situation, but it would only be a solution for so long. When things really got going, the absorbent padding of those cups wouldn’t hold, and her clothing would yield to the soaking from her jugs. It always happened at the worst of times too… she just couldn’t get any sort of timing down. Her body was its own.\n\n\tBut she tried to go about her daily life like nothing was any different. Her body was changing, life was growing within her, but still she tried to stay as fit as possible, to go to work as long as she could get away with, and never show any hint that anything was wrong. As far as most people could tell, she was dressing more conservatively for modesty’s sake and little more, and was simply growing out of the wild lifestyle she lead as a teen.\n\n\tOne day, she was hit particularly hard. It felt as if her breasts were just rushed so full of milk at once that the sweater-puppies strained the cups of her bra. It happened right in the middle of the mall, just in the main area as she browsed the shops. With a bag of bought clothes in hand, she stopped dead in her tracks amongst the bustling crowd with a gasp as the pressure in her bust turned painful. Discharge happened immediately, and she could feel it wetting the cups of her bra, and she knew there was no holding it back… she had to go before it started leaking through her comfortable maroon sweater. She took off in almost a dash towards the first restroom in hopes of finding some privacy to deal with her situation.\n\n\tBathrooms were just so hard to find in the mall. The maps told her nothing, so she kept on the look-out for signs. Her body’s need increased seemingly with every step, causing the wolf to pant with her tongue lulled out into the open. She ignored it and powered on through to find a bathroom by the food court. Hurrying inside, she prayed no one would be occupying it – it wasn’t peak meal hours, so odds were a little in her favour.\n\n\tShe rounded the dividing wall that made up the entryway to the modest bathroom lined with stalls and hand-washing sinks only to see one woman there. She whined in the face of her wretched luck as it seemed the chocolate-hued mouse was doing her make-up. She had no choice but to simply wait it out… so she leaned against the far wall and tugged uncomfortably at her sweater, gritting her teeth as it felt like her cleavage was pushing incessantly against the neckline of her top, trying to burst free of its prison. She was swelling, there was no doubt about that… she could feel the flesh of her bosoms pulling taut.\n\n\tThe little mouse girl seemed to take her time. Beth only got a good look at her due to the hateful glares she was giving the rodent. She was a shapely little mite, with massive breasts of her own filling that creamy-yellow t-shirt she wore with some kind of writing and designs printed on it that Beth didn’t recognize… something about ‘Lon Lon Milk.’ It seemed pretty distasteful given the wolf’s situation. The girl didn’t look too tough, just curvy, her navy blue jeans hugging her lower curves like a second skin. If worst game to worse, Beth thought she might be able to throw the mouse out.\n\n\tAs if to punish her for thinking this way, Beth’s leaking tit-cream broke the seal. Damp spots began to form against the chest of her sweater, with a pleasurably-painful sensation following soon after as the fur of her breasts got caught in the tight seal made by her burgeoning breasts’ growth and her bra cups’ efforts to restrain them.\n\n\tWithout so much as a second thought, Beth released her plastic shopping bag to let it fall to the floor. No sooner had it hit was she in front of the sinks and frantically tugging her sweater up over her chest. Without a care for what the girl to her left may have thought, she tore her sweater up high enough for her to desperately unclasp the hooks keeping her bra fastened so that she could yank the useless garment off of her and toss it carelessly away. It landed inside one of the sinks as Beth leaned over it, her painfully swollen breasts dibbling milk into the bowl.\n\n\t“I’m sorry,” She huffed, closing her eyes tightly. The relief was slight, but having her breasts exposed felt so much better. Sure, she used to be a mere DD, but she’d grown into an F during her maternity… and even then, it seemed she had over-filled her F-cups, making her tits feel heavily weighted and painfully tight and full.\n\n\tThe mouse girl stared at her from behind her rounded glasses, her coffee-creamed muzzle offering a gaped expression of shock at Beth’s display. “Are you going to be alright?” She asked her voice higher-pitched and ‘squeakier’ than Beth’s own deeper tones.\n\n\tBeth only whined, arching her back and letting her breasts leak on their own accord into the sink. It wasn’t enough though… she’d have to milk herself.\n\n\t“Oh you poor thing…” The mouse turned to Beth with a pitiful look in her eye, “You’re packed to the brim, aren’t you?”\n\n\tThe mouse didn’t wait for an answer, stepping closer with a bounce of her own enticing bust line. “If it’s alright… I can help you,” She said, “I’ve been through this before.”\n\n\tBeth shot the girl a look of disbelief. “You don’t look like you’ve been pregnant…” She growled.\n\n\tThe girl grinned sheepishly. “Trust me,” She said, “My breasts don’t come without their own challenges. Have you ever done this yourself before?”\n\n\tThe white wolfess let out a frustrated huff and tried to relax, though her claws were digging in against the counter as much as she could get them to without snapping them. “Only at home… with the pump…”\n\n\tThe mouse pursed her lips a little, her sapphire eyes fixated on the wolf’s boobs. “And there’s sure no pump here… Well… I know of a few techniques,” She said, “Um… can I show you? Here…”\n\n\tWithout waiting for an answer, the smaller girl moved behind Beth and brought her arms around so that she could grab hold of the wolf’s massive milk-tanks. Beth closed her eyes as she felt the other woman’s hands on her, but… she didn’t protest. Her tail hung between her legs as she trusted the mouse to do what she thought might help. She felt those little hands get to work surprisingly well over her breasts, rubbing them so gently, yet stroking down their rounded softness firmly enough to coax that milk out.\n\n\tBeth opened her eyes to watch the mouse work. Her hands moved with purpose. She didn’t play around like the wolf was expecting, but instead squeezed those burdened teats and pulled just slightly on them to milk them not unlike one would an udder’s teat. After a short while of doing this, Beth’s milk began to squirt from her breasts into the sink. The wolf moved her now rather messy bra aside so that the milk could drain proper, and she was surprised to find the release rather relieving. That mouse really did know her stuff!\n\n\t*Gush, gush, gusssh~*\n\n\t“My name’s Milkette… almost ironic, huh?” The mouse giggled. She was pressed up rather close to Beth’s back, her own heavy bust softly compressing around the wolf’s strong back muscles. It was almost like having a warm pillow pushed onto her.\n\n\t“Beth,” The wolf breathed, “… And thank you.”\n\n\tThe mouse giggled, giving the wolf’s jugs a gentle jiggling. “Oh it’s no problem!” She said, “I do this a few times a day – what’s one more?”\n\n\t*Gush, splash, splat~*\n\n\tBeth’s ears twitched and swiveled to the sounds of streams of milk hitting the porcelain of the sink. Someone tried to enter the bathroom, but upon seeing the scene they would leave. Beth only regarded them momentarily before turning her attention to the mirror again, just watching the humiliating scene in her reflection. She was panting like a bitch in heat as she was milked, whining, pushing her backside against the smaller woman instinctively… over-all, she was just happy that the pain in her chest had subsided. Everything else was just due to a lack of control.\n\n\t“So you’re pregnant?” Milkette asked, “Your body’s really going nuts with that, huh? You’re barely showing and your boobs are so full… I’m sure it sucks a big one.”\n\n\tBeth nodded her head, her tail waggling and batting at Milkette’s legs. She yipped as the mouse got a little more firm with her, those little hands mashing her breasts together and caressing them about. Oh, the wolfess was certain that the mouse was taking a few extra liberties at that point… but her hands felt nice. She never had imagined that a woman’s handling was so different from a man’s… she was actually enjoying it quite a bit, she realized.\n\n\t“I’m jealous of your pup… and/or puppies! They’re going to have a really giving Mom!” The mouse said with no sign of false honesty. She continued so casually while her hands would stroke along Beth’s breasts time and again, and when she got to the puffy nipples of the wolf, she offered a playful pinch to both! This made the jets of milk escaping the wolf’s boobs spray off in two different directions, making a mess of the counter. When Beth gasped, the mouse simply giggled. Oh yes, she was a playful one…\n\n\tMilkette was grinning like a fiend as she went about her business. It was several minutes of audible spraying sounds as the mouse helped the wolf empty her breasts. Once Beth could sigh in genuine relief, the mouse would stop, but she couldn’t let the wolf get away that easy. Before she could put her sweater back on, the mouse girl nuzzled her cheek into one of those spectacular breasts.\n\n\t“Sorry, can’t help it,” Milkette squeaked. Beth stifled a laugh and pat the mouse’s head without stopping her, letting her have her moment that she clearly wanted so badly. One of those big, rodent ears rested against her chest to let the mouse hear the swishing and sloshing of milk within that bountiful bosom as she jostled it around with her cheek playfully. The dull sounds reminded the mouse of times where she’d fill up a water balloon and just play with it before tossing it at someone. As wary as she was about over-stepping her bounds, she still turned her head to very briefly close her lips around one of those nipples.\n\n\tBeth’s ears flagged up and she gasped aloud at that development. Milkette got a hefty helping of rich wolf cream with just a handful of good, hard suckles. She let it fill her mouth before swallowing with a loud gulp, pulling away only to have just a bit of it trickle down her lip. Beth’s body trembled, her erected nipples tingling in the desire to have that mouse’s soft lips help themselves once more.\n\n\t“All done…?” Beth asked.\n\n\tMilkette nodded and wiped the stray milk away, “Yeah, I should probably wrap up the shopping now… Unless you’re hungry. Wanna get lunch?”\n\n\tBeth was pulling on her sweater. When her head pushed through the neck hole, she gave the mouse a wary look. “Didn’t you just help yourself?” She asked.\n\n\tMilkette giggled, “Nah, that was just a taster for dessert!”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
A Friend in Need is a Breast Indeed!


Authored by MilkJunkie

An anonymous commission


\tBeth was the prime example of a White Wolf. She was tall and strong, working her body regularly to remain fit and in-shape with flat, pronounced abs and strong, firm thighs. She was a runner, a cyclist, and a weight trainer. She was confident and beautiful, majestic in her own right. She was a beacon of leadership among her peers, with independence to spare. Every bit of that woman was contained in a body that screamed femininity – with wide hips and succulent thighs, and beautiful breasts only made possible by strong back muscles.

\tNo one messed with Beth!

\tBut she was having a problem…

\tA choice meeting with a rather fetching male left her in a situation she never prepared for. She found out a great time after the encounter that she had been left with young. She tried to simply power through the changes her body presented to her, but no matter how badly she wished it, she couldn’t deny the truth: she was pregnant. In the early stages, it was easy to hide. Her tummy barely made a bump her in shirt, and she needed only to wear a t-shirt to stay modest. Her breasts were the parts not willing to make a compromise.

\tThey surged out in growth. While she was already busty at a fetching DD, her chest billowed outward into brand new letters in the alphabet, and filled with a bounty rich for wolf pups. They didn’t do so slowly either; her breasts grew practically overnight to make her sports bras fit uncomfortably, and swelled still to force her hand at buying new tops. Her modestly large chest had swollen into two mountainous mounds that rivaled her head in size, and they showed little signs of stopping.

\tAt first it was a mild inconvenience. Then her chest grew into an annoyance as it began to offset the pressure building within her mammary glands, causing them to leak. After that, it got downright embarrassing when the right attention made her nipples squirt streams of the stuff. What she would call her breasts turned into a pair of milk-soaked udders, utterly glutted with the stuff. She had to drain them a few times daily, sometimes more.

\tShe’d taken to wearing specialized maternity bras to try and contain the situation, but it would only be a solution for so long. When things really got going, the absorbent padding of those cups wouldn’t hold, and her clothing would yield to the soaking from her jugs. It always happened at the worst of times too… she just couldn’t get any sort of timing down. Her body was its own.

\tBut she tried to go about her daily life like nothing was any different. Her body was changing, life was growing within her, but still she tried to stay as fit as possible, to go to work as long as she could get away with, and never show any hint that anything was wrong. As far as most people could tell, she was dressing more conservatively for modesty’s sake and little more, and was simply growing out of the wild lifestyle she lead as a teen.

\tOne day, she was hit particularly hard. It felt as if her breasts were just rushed so full of milk at once that the sweater-puppies strained the cups of her bra. It happened right in the middle of the mall, just in the main area as she browsed the shops. With a bag of bought clothes in hand, she stopped dead in her tracks amongst the bustling crowd with a gasp as the pressure in her bust turned painful. Discharge happened immediately, and she could feel it wetting the cups of her bra, and she knew there was no holding it back… she had to go before it started leaking through her comfortable maroon sweater. She took off in almost a dash towards the first restroom in hopes of finding some privacy to deal with her situation.

\tBathrooms were just so hard to find in the mall. The maps told her nothing, so she kept on the look-out for signs. Her body’s need increased seemingly with every step, causing the wolf to pant with her tongue lulled out into the open. She ignored it and powered on through to find a bathroom by the food court. Hurrying inside, she prayed no one would be occupying it – it wasn’t peak meal hours, so odds were a little in her favour.

\tShe rounded the dividing wall that made up the entryway to the modest bathroom lined with stalls and hand-washing sinks only to see one woman there. She whined in the face of her wretched luck as it seemed the chocolate-hued mouse was doing her make-up. She had no choice but to simply wait it out… so she leaned against the far wall and tugged uncomfortably at her sweater, gritting her teeth as it felt like her cleavage was pushing incessantly against the neckline of her top, trying to burst free of its prison. She was swelling, there was no doubt about that… she could feel the flesh of her bosoms pulling taut.

\tThe little mouse girl seemed to take her time. Beth only got a good look at her due to the hateful glares she was giving the rodent. She was a shapely little mite, with massive breasts of her own filling that creamy-yellow t-shirt she wore with some kind of writing and designs printed on it that Beth didn’t recognize… something about ‘Lon Lon Milk.’ It seemed pretty distasteful given the wolf’s situation. The girl didn’t look too tough, just curvy, her navy blue jeans hugging her lower curves like a second skin. If worst game to worse, Beth thought she might be able to throw the mouse out.

\tAs if to punish her for thinking this way, Beth’s leaking tit-cream broke the seal. Damp spots began to form against the chest of her sweater, with a pleasurably-painful sensation following soon after as the fur of her breasts got caught in the tight seal made by her burgeoning breasts’ growth and her bra cups’ efforts to restrain them.

\tWithout so much as a second thought, Beth released her plastic shopping bag to let it fall to the floor. No sooner had it hit was she in front of the sinks and frantically tugging her sweater up over her chest. Without a care for what the girl to her left may have thought, she tore her sweater up high enough for her to desperately unclasp the hooks keeping her bra fastened so that she could yank the useless garment off of her and toss it carelessly away. It landed inside one of the sinks as Beth leaned over it, her painfully swollen breasts dibbling milk into the bowl.

\t“I’m sorry,” She huffed, closing her eyes tightly. The relief was slight, but having her breasts exposed felt so much better. Sure, she used to be a mere DD, but she’d grown into an F during her maternity… and even then, it seemed she had over-filled her F-cups, making her tits feel heavily weighted and painfully tight and full.

\tThe mouse girl stared at her from behind her rounded glasses, her coffee-creamed muzzle offering a gaped expression of shock at Beth’s display. “Are you going to be alright?” She asked her voice higher-pitched and ‘squeakier’ than Beth’s own deeper tones.

\tBeth only whined, arching her back and letting her breasts leak on their own accord into the sink. It wasn’t enough though… she’d have to milk herself.

\t“Oh you poor thing…” The mouse turned to Beth with a pitiful look in her eye, “You’re packed to the brim, aren’t you?”

\tThe mouse didn’t wait for an answer, stepping closer with a bounce of her own enticing bust line. “If it’s alright… I can help you,” She said, “I’ve been through this before.”

\tBeth shot the girl a look of disbelief. “You don’t look like you’ve been pregnant…” She growled.

\tThe girl grinned sheepishly. “Trust me,” She said, “My breasts don’t come without their own challenges. Have you ever done this yourself before?”

\tThe white wolfess let out a frustrated huff and tried to relax, though her claws were digging in against the counter as much as she could get them to without snapping them. “Only at home… with the pump…”

\tThe mouse pursed her lips a little, her sapphire eyes fixated on the wolf’s boobs. “And there’s sure no pump here… Well… I know of a few techniques,” She said, “Um… can I show you? Here…”

\tWithout waiting for an answer, the smaller girl moved behind Beth and brought her arms around so that she could grab hold of the wolf’s massive milk-tanks. Beth closed her eyes as she felt the other woman’s hands on her, but… she didn’t protest. Her tail hung between her legs as she trusted the mouse to do what she thought might help. She felt those little hands get to work surprisingly well over her breasts, rubbing them so gently, yet stroking down their rounded softness firmly enough to coax that milk out.

\tBeth opened her eyes to watch the mouse work. Her hands moved with purpose. She didn’t play around like the wolf was expecting, but instead squeezed those burdened teats and pulled just slightly on them to milk them not unlike one would an udder’s teat. After a short while of doing this, Beth’s milk began to squirt from her breasts into the sink. The wolf moved her now rather messy bra aside so that the milk could drain proper, and she was surprised to find the release rather relieving. That mouse really did know her stuff!

\t*Gush, gush, gusssh~*

\t“My name’s Milkette… almost ironic, huh?” The mouse giggled. She was pressed up rather close to Beth’s back, her own heavy bust softly compressing around the wolf’s strong back muscles. It was almost like having a warm pillow pushed onto her.

\t“Beth,” The wolf breathed, “… And thank you.”

\tThe mouse giggled, giving the wolf’s jugs a gentle jiggling. “Oh it’s no problem!” She said, “I do this a few times a day – what’s one more?”

\t*Gush, splash, splat~*

\tBeth’s ears twitched and swiveled to the sounds of streams of milk hitting the porcelain of the sink. Someone tried to enter the bathroom, but upon seeing the scene they would leave. Beth only regarded them momentarily before turning her attention to the mirror again, just watching the humiliating scene in her reflection. She was panting like a bitch in heat as she was milked, whining, pushing her backside against the smaller woman instinctively… over-all, she was just happy that the pain in her chest had subsided. Everything else was just due to a lack of control.

\t“So you’re pregnant?” Milkette asked, “Your body’s really going nuts with that, huh? You’re barely showing and your boobs are so full… I’m sure it sucks a big one.”

\tBeth nodded her head, her tail waggling and batting at Milkette’s legs. She yipped as the mouse got a little more firm with her, those little hands mashing her breasts together and caressing them about. Oh, the wolfess was certain that the mouse was taking a few extra liberties at that point… but her hands felt nice. She never had imagined that a woman’s handling was so different from a man’s… she was actually enjoying it quite a bit, she realized.

\t“I’m jealous of your pup… and/or puppies! They’re going to have a really giving Mom!” The mouse said with no sign of false honesty. She continued so casually while her hands would stroke along Beth’s breasts time and again, and when she got to the puffy nipples of the wolf, she offered a playful pinch to both! This made the jets of milk escaping the wolf’s boobs spray off in two different directions, making a mess of the counter. When Beth gasped, the mouse simply giggled. Oh yes, she was a playful one…

\tMilkette was grinning like a fiend as she went about her business. It was several minutes of audible spraying sounds as the mouse helped the wolf empty her breasts. Once Beth could sigh in genuine relief, the mouse would stop, but she couldn’t let the wolf get away that easy. Before she could put her sweater back on, the mouse girl nuzzled her cheek into one of those spectacular breasts.

\t“Sorry, can’t help it,” Milkette squeaked. Beth stifled a laugh and pat the mouse’s head without stopping her, letting her have her moment that she clearly wanted so badly. One of those big, rodent ears rested against her chest to let the mouse hear the swishing and sloshing of milk within that bountiful bosom as she jostled it around with her cheek playfully. The dull sounds reminded the mouse of times where she’d fill up a water balloon and just play with it before tossing it at someone. As wary as she was about over-stepping her bounds, she still turned her head to very briefly close her lips around one of those nipples.

\tBeth’s ears flagged up and she gasped aloud at that development. Milkette got a hefty helping of rich wolf cream with just a handful of good, hard suckles. She let it fill her mouth before swallowing with a  loud gulp, pulling away only to have just a bit of it trickle down her lip. Beth’s body trembled, her erected nipples tingling in the desire to have that mouse’s soft lips help themselves once more.

\t“All done…?” Beth asked.

\tMilkette nodded and wiped the stray milk away, “Yeah, I should probably wrap up the shopping now…  Unless you’re hungry. Wanna get lunch?”

\tBeth was pulling on her sweater. When her head pushed through the neck hole, she gave the mouse a wary look. “Didn’t you just help yourself?” She asked.

\tMilkette giggled, “Nah, that was just a taster for dessert!”

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