4 comments/ 303438 views/ 65 favorites Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 01 By: Suzanne James CHAPTER ONE When I first met Jack, I was 27, 5'7" and weighed 130 pounds, which was nicely distributed between my 36 C firm breasts, and round ass. I loved to show off my figure, dressing up for an evening out in a form-hugging dress that was cut low enough to display some cleavage. I liked the fact that when I walked into a room, men noticed me. My secret fantasy, however, was to outgrow that slinky dress, and to have a man who would help me do it. Jack was the brother of a colleague of mine--I met him right before I left the firm I worked for and went out on my own to set up my own practice. He is tall--6'2"--and very well built, with a wonderful, slow smile and a great sense of humor. We met at a office picnic--was I being set up? maybe....and we took notice of each other almost immediately. I had just poured myself a cup of wine when he came up to refill his beer. I was wearing a scoop-necked tee and a pair of shorts that were carefully chosen to NOT be provocative--this was an office function, after all--but I knew that I looked good. Jack's sister introduced us, and we struck up a playful conversation about the sorts of things people talk about. By the end of the afternoon, however, Jack asked me out for the next evening to dinner, and I said yes. For our first date, I dressed to impress, and before Jack arrived, I admired my short black skirt with a wide leather belt, high heels and tight tank top. My fantasy notwithstanding, I liked how I looked--it's just that I wanted to have someone who would enjoy watching as I began to fill out and stretched this sexy outfit to the bursting point. We went to one of the nicer restaurants downtown, and Jack smiled at me, brushing against me as he pulled my chair back for me to sit. I was very attracted to this man though we'd just met, and loved the fact that so far, we had talked non-stop about all sorts of things. The menu came, and we looked it over, and Jack said "I love a woman who's a good eater--I hope that's you." I smiled, and said "Oh, I think I can manage to keep up with you, anyway--why don't you order for both of us?" So he did--soup, appetizers, and main courses--all were large portions, but very tasty, and Jack would reach over and feed me some of his food if I slowed down. I was getting rather overstuffed, and mentioned that I was concerned that my belt might pop off if I ate another bite. Jack just answered "Oh but you have to have dessert--they're the best!" I thought I might have found my match,and said flirtatiously "well, if I waddle out of here, it's all your fault." Jack grinned, and responded "I bet you'd have a cute waddle--can I walk behind you and watch?" I knew he was the one for me. Dinner was finally over, and I was indeed overstuffed--and very turned on. Jack had been flirting with me all evening, and after the "waddling" remarks, he'd continued to urge me to eat, making sure I finished my gooey dessert and then feeding me half of his. His eyes appraised me as he smiled and told me that he know I still had room for one more little bite. We had started our mating dance, we both knew. As we left the restaurant, another couple walked in--the woman extremely pregnant. I saw Jack's gaze resting on her beautiful, enormous belly as she waddled past us in the passage--a bit of a tight squeeze. His hand was on the small of my back, guiding me, and I could feel him tighten his hold on me as he watched her. Yes, indeed, this could be the beginning of a great relationship. CHAPTER TWO My first date with Jack was very promising--but it's not my style to go all the way so quickly. I like to maintain the excitement and mystery for awhile. When he took me back to my condo, Jack and I kissed and nuzzled; he teased my breasts through my shirt, cupping each one in his hand and feeling their C-cup heft. I could feel his hard cock through his slacks as we necked, and although he was making me incredibly hot, I managed to extricate myself from our clinch. "Jack, I've got an early morning tomorrow, and I need to be sharp. If we keep this up, we'll both be up all night. You've got me so turned on, I can't believe it," I panted. "Oh, baby, you're gonna kill me--are you sure?" Jack continued to kiss my neck as he tweaked my hard nipples. "When can I see you again?"--he pulled back a bit to look at me. "I think we're starting a good thing here, and I want to keep you this hot all the time. How about I cook dinner for you tomorrow night, and we see what happens?" I still had my arms around him when I answered "that sounds like a great idea--I can't wait to see what comes up," I looked at him and grinned. I went to bed after Jack left, with visions of Jack and sugarplums dancing in my head. The next day at work, I got through my early meeting with my wits about me, but it was a struggle to stay focused the rest of the day. I was leaving my firm in two weeks to set up my own practice doing legal research, and I had many loose ends to tie up before I left. My current firm would be my first client in my new business, and I'd lined up several other attorneys who wanted my services. I was looking forward to being a free agent. And now I had something else to look forward to. I was still feeling the fullness from our meal the previous evening, and it aroused me in addition to my residual heat from our petting session. I could feel my stiff nipples pressed into my blouse, and alone in my office, I indulged them with some quick strokes and pinches, feeling how full and round my breasts were, and imagining how heavy they might be in the future, if Jack and I worked out. My nipples and pussy throbbed in anticipation of the evening to come. Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 02 CHAPTER THREE I dressed carefully for my dinner date at Jack's house. I believed that tonight I'd know if our fantasies really did mesh as well as it appeared. Even if they didn't, I liked Jack--alot--and wanted to find out where our relationship would go. But if they did---wow! As I leaned over to fasten the demi-bra that showed off my cleavage, I imagined what would happen as my breasts grew 2 cup sizes, or more, through regular feeding and then pregnancy and milking. Currently a 36-C, I'd love to be at least 40-DD. I felt the weight of my orbs, and tweaked my nipples as I became aroused thinking about it. The dress I'd chosen was blood red and extremely form-fitting. Made of a stretchy fabric, it also would show off any growth of my belly, say, from a very large meal. It was low cut, and displayed my breasts to great advantage. I turned to look at my profile in the mirror, and imagined my belly protruding, stretching the fabric of the dress to its limits. If things went as I hoped with Jack, I'd love to see what those limits were! Jack told me to arrive at his condo at 6 pm--early for a Saturday evening dinner, but that way we'd have more time to talk and size each other up, I thought. He lived in an upscale building in the city, on the 9th floor. The doorman let me into the building, and then directed me to the elevator. I was oddly nervous but also aroused as I knocked on Jack's door. He opened the door and invited me into his apartment--wow! A very large and airy living room, with a wall of windows. Great light. Sleek, modern furniture that actually looked comfortable. And Jack, looking very much in place in his black jeans and black t-shirt. Very urban and VERY sexy. He looked me up and down, clearly admiring what he saw. I'd worn my favorite 3" heels, giving me a posture that showed off my chest even more. I smiled at Jack: "Am I overdressed?" "Not at all", he gave me that slow grin that had turned me on when we first met. "Though you may want to get more comfortable later on". "Actually, this is a pretty comfortable dress--look how stretchy the fabric is!" I thought I'd throw out a line and see if he bit. "If you feed me as much as you did last night, I might need it--if you don't look out, you'll make me fat!" I looked demurely at Jack, watching his response. His response wasn't hard to gauge--but he was. I noticed the outline of his cock in his jeans. Clearly, I'd said something that interested him. He took two steps toward me, and put his arms around me, holding me close (yep, that was definitely a hard-on!). Nuzzling my neck, he said "You are so beautiful right now, but I bet you'd be even more amazing if we did fatten you up--would you like that?" I pressed closer against his strong body and whispered "Oh, yes, please". CHAPTER FOUR Still standing in the living room, Jack and I kissed and nuzzled for quite awhile--he'd looked at me after my aquiescence and said "Where have you been all my life?" "Waiting for you", I answered, and he kissed me even more passionately, stroking my back, sliding his hands down to my ass, and cupping my nether cheeks to pull me more tightly against him. I was amazingly turned on, and was ready to jump him right there, but at that moment Jack pulled away--just a bit--and looked at me, smiling playfully. "Are you ready for dinner?" "As long as I can have you for dessert",I responded. "We're having two desserts, then," Jack said. "My motto has always been 'life's uncertain, so eat dessert first', and I thought that's what we'd do tonight." He ushered me to the dining room--again with a wall of windows with an incredible view. I was still breathing hard from our clinch, and Jack was having a hard time keeping his hands off me. He pulled out a chair for me, saying, "Milady, please be seated". On the table in front of me was a large crystal bowl full of tiramasu; Jack sat next to me, and said, "I thought we could share this--may I feed you?" And he proceeded to do so, taking one bite to every four or five of mine. As he approached me with yet another spoonful of the delicious, creamy, rich dessert, he'd whisper "Come on, eat one more bite for me--let's get that belly nice and big" or "You're making me so hot--I can't wait to taste those beautiful breasts". Meanwhile, I was becoming more and more aroused, as my belly became fuller and fuller. My nipples were visibly hard, and Jack would tease them through the bodice of my dress as he fed me. The dessert he'd made would have made at least 6 normal servings, and he fed me at least 5 of them. I protested a couple of times "Please slow down--I'm getting too full" but I clearly didn't mean it. Jack replied "now, baby, you know I won't force you to eat all this, if you really don't want it. Just tell me to stop and I'll stop. We'll take a break before the next course, don't worry--I want you to rest a little before I feed you some more". Of course, I didn't tell him to stop, though I was a bit apprehensive about how overstuffed I'd be by then end of the evening. We finally finished the tiramasu, and I leaned back against my chair, looking down at my belly and then at Jack. "Look what you've done already" I said, and indeed my formerly flat stomach was no longer quite flat--Jack reached over and caressed the slight bulge. "You're right, that is a nice stretchy dress--but I think your nipples are begging for attention too--let's move over to the sofa for a bit". He pulled my chair out for me, and helped me out of the chair, and into the living room, his warm hand at the small of my back. His every touch made me hotter, and the food foreplay hadn't hurt, either. My pussy was throbbing, and my nipples were aching for attention. We sat on the sofa, and I reached for his crotch as he kissed me, but he pulled away my hand: "We'll have time for that later--this is what I want right now", as he slid my dress's straps down my shoulders and pulled down the bodice, exposing my bra and my breasts fairly bursting out of it. Jack admired the scene: "Very nice--I love how hard your nipples are." The lace of the bra barely covered my nipples, and Jack cupped one breast in his hand. "I'd love to see you spill right out of this bra--your breasts are already so nice and round and heavy. Would you like to be my little milk cow someday?" As he asked, he slipped my breasts out of my bra, enough to reach my nipples, and began to pull gently on each one in a milking motion. I moaned, arching my back with pleasure. Jack continued, whispering, "I'd love for your tits to be full and aching to milked several times a day. You'd be my little heifer, just mooing for me to suck those big hard nipples. Would you like that?" He leaned down and began to lick, then suck, the breast nearest him as he continued to fondle the farther one. My arousal grew--I'd never been this hot before and still not near an orgasm. But then Jack cupped both breasts together and began to lick both nipples at once, and I was over the moon. I moaned, "You're going to make me come--I can't take this" and dissolved into an orgasmic puddle. Jack continued to stroke my breasts and nuzzle my neck as I pressed against him enjoying the afterglow. "Don't forget, we've got a main course to feed you" Jack whispered. "Did you work up an appetite?" Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 03 CHAPTER FIVE The rest of our first evening together was like a dream--Jack and I eventually finished the delicious dinner he'd prepared, though we took a break between each course for sex play. Jack made sure I stayed hot as he fed me his truffled risotto; when I thought I couldn't fit any more food in my belly he lured me again to the sofa where he licked and sucked my nipples and massaged my belly until I'd worked up an appetite again. I tried to reciprocate, attempting to unzip his jeans and release his hard cock to come out to play, but Jack pulled back, saying "let's wait--this time is for you." Finally we'd finished every bite of the fabulous meal, and though I'd already had two orgasms, I was still eager for the next course--Jack! He led me into his bedroom, and stood me in front of him, caressing my body, letting his hands linger over my breasts, belly and ass. I savored the sensation as he removed my remaining clothing--I'd lost my slinky red dress a couple of courses before, and had finished my meal wearing my lacy demibra and my silk panties. Now these, too, had disappeared, and Jack pulled me against him, kissing me hard. And speaking of hard, I could feel Jack's arousal, and I moved to unzip his jeans. This time he acquiesced, and I discovered the prize in his package was a prize indeed. We spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other in every way we could think of, including languorous intervals where we kissed and talked about our life together. Maybe we were moving fast, but we knew we were meant for each other. The next morning we lounged in bed, occasionally sleeping, but mostly talking and cuddling. Jack stroked my breasts, feeling their weight and teasing my nipples. I arched my back like a cat, enjoying the attention. "I can't wait to see you nice and round and full of my babies" Jack whispered. "We'd keep you in bed all day, and you'd be my contented little cow, just waiting to be milked and fucked." "Oh yes, please" I moaned, as Jack rolled over and pressed his big cock inside me once again. CHAPTER SIX From then on, we were inseparable. Sure, I had my new legal research practice that I was building, and Jack was a very successful and very busy IT consultant, travelling on the average of a week each month. But otherwise, we spent most of our time together--talking, making love, eating and laughing. We kept our separate residences--Jack's apartment, though beautiful, was not large enough for both of us (especially with my home office), and my urban townhouse needed quite a bit of work to accommodate two people with lots of stuff. Most nights, however, we spent together at my place or his. Our sex life continued to be incredibly hot--most nights we'd turn in early so we'd have more play time without being completely sleep deprived. Weekends we'd occasionally go out with friends, but we guarded our time jealously. After all, we needed time to explore all our fantasies. I loved the days when Jack would keep me in bed all day, feeding me ice cream and other rich treats, teasing my increasingly large nipples, and fucking me in every position we could think of. But I also loved licking and sucking Jack's lovely big cock, and dressing up for him in the outfits he brought home for me. His favorite was the black lace corset that cinched my waist while showing off my ample breasts and bottom. I was becoming a bit more ample from all the lucious food Jack insisted I eat, but I also made sure I kept up my exercise regimen. Over our first three months together I'd gained 10 pounds. My formerly flat belly now had a little roundness to it, and my hips were just a bit softer and wider. My breasts had grown almost a cup size, largely from the attention Jack gave them, and my nipples were definitely longer and thicker from his regular and prolonged sucking and teasing. I'd discovered that in addition to feeding me, Jack's favorite fantasy was that I could become his little milk cow. We had talked about having children in a few years, but Jack was intrigued by the idea of inducing my milk with regular stimulation and herbal supplements. I discovered that he'd done quite a bit of research on the subject, and had a plan of action. Just thinking and talking about this turned me on immensely, so we decided to proceed with our experiment. I looked forward to the process--and the results! Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 04 CHAPTER 7 Jack's plan to train me to be his prize milk cow was on hold for a few weeks due to a business trip he would be making soon. Once we got started on our project, he wanted to be there to direct and savor every change in my body. Although we had a relationship of equals, I discovered quickly that Jack enjoyed being the dominant partner in our sex play. What shocked me was how much I enjoyed his direction and my submission. I certainly contributed plenty of initiative and ideas to our passionate sex life, but it was Jack who was in charge. One thing that he had initiated was our 'toy box'. When we met, I had the usual girl's complement of vibrators--two--and sexy lingerie, but over the three months we'd been together, we'd acquired many more toys and provocative clothing. I'd often arrive at Jack's house to discover an elegantly wrapped package, which, when unwrapped, proved to be another, more adventuresome, treat. The latest treats were designed to entertain me during Jack's 10 day absence: as I admired the leather bra with nipple cut-outs, Jack stood behind me cupping my breasts in his large hands, tantalizing my nipples through my silk shirt. "Let me help you try that on," Jack whispered, beginning to unbutton my shirt. I helped him, and soon I had lost not only my shirt but the lacy demibra that barely contained my swelling breasts. Jack's regular and prolonged attention to my tits (along with our feeding sessions) had caused them to grow recently, and I was now spilling out of all my favorite bras. My nipples were thicker and longer and ever more sensitive, and I'd grown from a C-cup to a D-cup. I loved my breasts' increased heft, and I wondered how big I'd get once my milk came in. Jack's hands continued to caress my breasts as I tried on the black leather bra. "You're not really helping, you know," I smiled. "I just can't keep my hands off those beauties, but I'll stop for two minutes if you insist.." I leaned over to fit my tits into the supple leather, positioning my nipples into the star shaped cut-outs. Straightening up, I looked down at my chest, admiring the view. The leather felt very sexy--unlike the silk bras I usually wore, the leather held me tightly, and my breasts felt even heavier that usual. And more sensitive--I felt the cool air on my large exposed nipples and they stiffened immediately. Jack noticed this, and tweaked them rhythmically, as if he were milking me. "Very hot," he commented. "Since I'll be away for more than a week, I got you some things to keep those big nipples happy." He handed me a small package. I unwrapped it quickly, opened the jewelry box, and found...nipple clips! Each one had a small purple cylinder attached. Removing one from the box, Jack said "may I?" "Please do," I answered, proffering a breast. He gently attached the clip to my nipple, adjusting the tension for my comfort. I could feel the weight of the small dangling cylinder pulling slightly. "Now the other," and Jack attached the remaining clip, and then clicked the small switches on the cylinders. The vibrations were exquisite, and I smiled up at Jack. "I'll still miss you, but these will certainly keep me entertained for a few days." "I want you to use these at least four times a day for at least 15 minutes at a time--they'll keep your nipples long and hard for me," Jack murmured as he nuzzled my neck. "I know you can come from just having your tits played with--let's see if these will do the trick." His hands continued to roam my body, as I savored the new sensations. We moved to Jack's bedroom. I knelt on the bed, admiring my slutty look in his big mirror. The leather bra and the vibrating clips looked very hot, and my very tight jeans (I could no longer button the top button) made me look like a very dirty girl indeed. Looking up at Jack, I enticed him to join me on the bed, but he declined: "I want to watch you come all by yourself, so I'll know what I'm missing." I leaned forward, letting the tiny vibrators swing free, enjoying their pull on my nipples. "I'll give him a show," I thought, and cupped my breasts in my hands, feeling the soft leather encasing them, and stuck my ass in the air to further entice him. I was betting he couldn't resist my round ass, and I was right. "Those jeans look pretty tight--let me make you more comfortable," Jack's arms encircled my waist as he unzipped my jeans and began to pull them off. As the jeans slipped over my butt, Jack fondled my exposed cheeks. "God, your ass is getting so big and round--you're making me too hot to resist you," he whispered, as a finger strayed toward my rectum. "Let's see how tight your asshole is--do we need to get it stretched out a bit?" Jack's finger probed into me, and I moaned, pressing my ass against his hand. I looked at us in the mirror: me, on my hands and knees, naked except for the black leather and clips, with my ass in the air and my tits grazing the bed. Jack, still fully dressed in his black jeans and T-shirt, leaning over my exposed ass, fondling and fingering me. Quite a picture, I thought. Jack's finger continued to tantalize me as the vibrations in my tits became unbearable. I pushed my ass against him harder, and he shoved another long finger into my ass, pressing it deeply into me, moving in and out, in time with my thrusts. I moaned, spasming against him, coming to a long orgasm as I collapsed onto the bed. Jack slowly removed his fingers from my ass, stretching my asshole a bit as he did. Unclipping my nipples, he lay down on the bed with me, gently stroking my body as I pressed against him, feeling his erection through his jeans. "Your turn?" I asked. "Let's wait a little while," he answered. I could feel him smiling. "I've got a few more ideas for while I'm away." Feeling languorous, I rolled over on my back, hoping that Jack's attention would move back to my nipples. They were amazingly sensitive after the clips, and they felt longer. Jack teased the nipple closest to him, and began to lick it. "This is just the beginning, baby," he said. "You're going to be my little milk cow before you know it." CHAPTER 8 I lay back, enjoying Jack's mouth on my nipples, and he tantalized each in turn, and then, squeezing my leather-encased breasts together, sucked both nipples at once. I was becoming aroused again, even so soon after my recent orgasm. Jack appeared to have other ideas, however, because just as I was starting to writhe with pleasure, He took both my hands and said, "Time for the next course!," and walked me into his dining room. The floor-to-ceiling window had no curtains, and at night, with the lights on, people in the neighboring building had a good view of anything that happened in the dining room. This turned Jack on, I thought, because he often started our sex play in the dining room. Jack pulled a chair out, and sat me down. I was still wearing only the leather bra that exposed my long, hard nipples. The leather had molded perfectly to my skin, and I loved the way my breasts felt in it. We'd have to explore this leather thing some more soon, I thought. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so I thought you'd need a snack to tide you over while I'm gone" Jack said as he walked into the kitchen. Returning with a LARGE bowl of something that looked very rich and tasty, "My famous tiramisu," he commented. "Ooh, my favorite dessert," I cooed. "Do I have to share it?" "I want you to be my little heifer, not my little pig," Jack laughed, digging a spoon into the creamy dessert and feeding it to me. "Besides, I still have something else for you." He fed me several more spoonfuls, and I ate them hungrily. "Excuse me a moment," he said, and walked into the living room, returning with another, larger, box. "Thing two!," he handed the box to me and I opened it greedily. A heavy pillow? As I removed the item from the box, I felt its heft. "I want you to wear this when you're at home" Jack directed. "Put it on in the morning when you get up, and leave it on until you go to bed. I want you to be reminded of me all the time. I think you'll like the feel of it." Jack took the dense foam form from me, and placed it against my still mostly flat belly, fastening the straps around me. Suddenly, I felt the weight of a large protruding belly. "It weighs 25 pounds, and will take you a while to get comfortable with, but I would suggest that since you work at home, you wear it as much as possible so you'll get used to it." I felt my pussy tingle as he described me, waddling around with my heavy D-cup tits and a big, bulky belly to match. Jack handed me an envelope, and another box. The envelope contained plane tickets, and the box contained a beautiful, slinky dress cut to accommodate a pregnant belly. "My job in Chicago will last a week--I want you to come out for the weekend when I'm done. You can spend the weekend waddling around Chicago with me. I think the dress should fit you." I slipped the dress on--Jack was right, it was a perfect fit. The bodice was low cut, with an elastic neckline for easy access, and gathered just under my breasts in a way that emphasized my newly gravid form. Jack stood back, admiring my shape: "In a couple of years, when you're ready, you'll make a beautiful breeder. I'm looking forward to having my babies inside you." "More about that later, my dear. You still have some dessert to finish." Jack fed me the rest of the tiramisu---again, he'd have one bite for every six bites he fed me. My belly was used to being stuffed by this time, and I enjoyed every rich, creamy bite. I'd developed a roundness in my formerly flat belly since I'd been with Jack, and we both enjoyed the effect of the 10 pounds I'd gained. I suspected that another 10 pounds was in my future if Jack continued to feed me like this. I still went to the gym, otherwise I would have gained even more, but I wanted to stay in shape, even if my shape was getting noticeably rounder. The tiramisu recipe had been enough to feed 6 to 8 people, and I enjoyed how full my six servings made me feel. I was very turned on my the fake belly he'd given me, and couldn't wait to wear it out in public, imagining the admiring looks I'd receive. I knew that at some point I would enjoy getting pregnant and watching my belly grow in earnest. For now, I knew that he would begin to train me to be his milk cow when we returned from our trip. I couldn't wait. Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 05 Chapter 9 Jack was catching an early flight out the next morning, so I spent the night at his apartment. We'd talked about buying the apartment next to his, if it came on the market. The commuting between my house and his was getting tiresome, and we were talking about making our relationship more permanent. I suggested that I try to sleep in my pregnancy belly (called a 'sympathy belly'), but before we turned in, Jack took some photos of me in all my gravid glory bursting out of the silk shirt and skirt I'd worn earlier that day. The skirt's elastic waist allowed me to pull it above my big belly, but the shirt wouldn't button, and I looked wonderfully slutty with my black lambskin bra displayed under the shirt and the full skirt emphasizing my belly's new bulk. I could feel how wet I was getting just from our games, and I could also see Jack's hard cock outlined in his jeans. I knew we wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. Jack downloaded the photos onto his computer, adding them to the file he'd made of me in various poses. We looked forward to tracking my progress becoming his milk cow this way, and we also loved seeing how I was outgrowing my clothing. I had a couple of business meetings coming up, and wondered what I'd find to wear that was suitably professional. Most days, when I worked at home, I wore outfits that Jack chose for me--they certainly wouldn't work for seeing my old colleagues. Oh, well, I'd think about that tomorrow. I stood up, working to balance myself against the weight of my belly. Jack moved to steady me; standing close behind me, he wrapped his arms around my belly, and moved his hands up to my breasts. As he teased my nipples in that milking rhythm that I loved, I pressed my ass against his hard cock and wiggled. "We need to get you out of those tight jeans," I suggested. "I owe you some attention after all the pleasure you've given me tonight." Jack headed to the bedroom unbuttoning his jeans as he went. Hanging on the closet door was a beautiful peach-colored silk nightgown. It looked voluminous enought to fit over my belly. Normally, we went to bed naked, but I knew the silky fabric would feel sexy as it slid over my hard tits and belly. Jack, having shed his clothes, helped me change from the clothing I'd worn for his photoshoot into the silken gown. Again, a perfect fit, with maybe a bit more room for me to grow. Immensely turned on by our foreplay, I tried to move to the bed but Jack held me still, stroking my curves, and sliding the spaghetti straps of my gown down to expose my tits. He bent over a bit, lifting one breast to his lips, and tantalizing my nipple with his tongue. His big cock was pressing into me, but Jack didn't seem to be in any hurry for relief. I arched my back and nearly lost my balance, and Jack laughed quietly. "Maybe we should move to the bed, after all," he said. Positioning me on my hands and knees on the bed, Jack stood next to the bed, fondling my ass and raising my gown up to expose my round cheeks, and began to press a finger into my ass. I pushed against his hand, moaning, as two more fingers entered me, stretching my asshole further. "What a beautiful ass you have, my dear," Jack commented, as he removed his fingers and began to slowly press his big cock into me. "I'm afraid I've neglected your ass in favor of your tits, but I promise I'll make that up to you--would you like that?" As I pressed against Jack's hard cock, helping him enter me, I murmured "Oh yes, please." CHAPTER 10 I spent the week that Jack was away waddling around the house, enjoying my big belly. Although it was a fake, I liked its weight and the way it made me move--slowly and langurously. I enjoyed the nipple vibrators, too, and used them often. As a result, my nipples stayed long and hard, just the way Jack and I liked them. I was looking forward to our next project--inducing lactation. Before he left, Jack had left me a case of pills, with 4 capsules for each day of the week. They were herbal supplements, designed to help the process. I began to take them the day after Jack left, and I wondered how long it would take to get results, once Jack returned and we began our milking routine. I knew a bit about what was in store for me--Jack had told me that in the beginning, he'd 'milk' me 4 times a day for 10 minutes on each breast, increasing to 6 times a day (including once during the night) for 15 to 20 minutes. He'd also ordered a top of the line milking machine to help things along. It was to be delivered any day, but I was under strict orders to not open it until we'd returned from Chicago. Meanwhile, I was getting ready for my weekend in Chicago with Jack. The idea of waddling around Chicago, shopping for nursing bras and clothing, excited me. I also continued to 'eat for two', and liked the feeling of fullness I had--my breasts filled my D-cup bras now, and as I played with them, I savored their heft. Quickly aroused, I used one of my larger vibrators to bring myself to a luxurious orgasm, fantasizing about Jack's hard cock pounding into me. My work continued to be interesting and demanding but I found that it took me a bit longer to get projects done when I was in this perpetual state of arousal. I had not seen any of my old colleagues in a couple of months, and had a meeting set up for the week after Chicago. I wondered if they'd notice how I'd changed. Of course, I wouldn't wear my false belly to our meeting, but my larger, heavier breasts and my newly rounding belly and ass were obvious when I dressed in my old work suits. I looked forward to seeing their reactions. Finally, Friday morning arrived. I dressed carefully for the flight to Chicago. I decided to chance going to the airport dressed in my 'pregnant' regalia; I didn't think I'd run into anyone I knew on the morning flight. The D-cup demi-bra barely contained my heavy tits--were they bigger since Jack had left? Strapping on the big belly, and slipping into the silk dress that showed off my girth and my breasts (empire waists are great!), I admired my profile in the big mirror. Jack would definitely be pleased, and my pussy became wet in anticipation of our meeting. Once on the plane, I settled into my exit row seat. I'd asked for a seat belt extender, and buckled it low under my belly. The man in the aisle seat kept stealing glances my way as I stroked my belly, waiting for takeoff. I smiled at him--he looked to be around 30, an attractive well-dressed black man. "How far along are you?" he inquired. "Five months", I replied, looking rueful. "I'm awfully big already and I still have four months to go!" "My name's Steve--I'm a doctor" my seatmate said, reaching to shake my hand and smiling at me. "I must say, you look like you're enjoying being pregnant." "I am" I conceded. "I'm just growing so fast it's a little disconcerting--it seems like just last week I had a flat tummy, and now look at me!" Giving Steve my best 'helpless little girl'look, I smiled to myself at the truth of what I'd just said. Steve looked and definitely appeared to like what he saw. I leaned back in my seat and arched my back. The weight of my new belly was a bit uncomfortable, in a sexy sort of way. This could be a fun, flirty flight. My nipples were hard just from watching Steve's admiration of my gravid shape, and I could feel my arousal growing as I continued to stroke my belly. "How long are you going to be in Chicago?" Steve inquired. "I'd be happy to show you around." "Actually, I'm meeting my boyfriend for the weekend, but thanks. It would be fun. Are you from Chicago?" "I'm moving back to Chicago to join a medical practice--just in case you ever need some attention, let me know." Steve smiled sexily and handed me his business card. "Thanks" I said coyly. "You never know what might come up." We both had work to do, and once we were in the air, took out our laptops. The tray in my seat was a tight fit, and Steve watched as I tried to get it adjusted against my belly. "Looks like a close thing" he laughed. "Good thing I wasn't travelling next week--it wouldn't have fit at all!" I agreed. The flight was over before I know it. Steve and I said goodbye--he shook my hand, holding it a bit longer than was technically necessary. "I hope that boyfriend of yours is taking good care of you," he said. "He better appreciate that nice belly you're growing." "Oh, he does" I answered. "But thanks so much--I really enjoyed your company." At the baggage carousel, I saw Steve again, and he insisted on helping me with my bag and getting me into a taxi. His hand rested on the small of my back as I got into the cab and I felt the sexy warmth of his palm briefly slide down to cup my ass. I turned to look at him. "It was a pleasure," I said, giving him my sexiest smile. Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 06 Arriving in Chicago, I waddled up to the front desk of Jack's hotel where he'd left a key for me. The desk clerk gave me a long up and down look, clearly admiring my swollen belly and burgeoning breasts. Even though the belly was fake, my breasts were real, and I felt very sexy under his gaze. Carrying only a small overnight bag, I waddled to the elevator, savoring the heaviness of my new body. The hotel room was lovely--on a high floor, with a view of Millenium Park. The king sized bed looked very plush, and I was very tired from my trip and from carrying the weight of my 25 pound belly around. Undressing, I removed the sympathy belly, and slipped into bed for a nap. I knew I'd have an hour or two for a beauty rest before Jack returned from his meetings. I slowly awoke when I heard Jack's key in the door. Eyes shut, I stretched langorously, knowing pleasure awaited at Jacks's hands, mouth and cock. My nipples were already hard as if they anticipated Jack's tongue and lips. Jack sauntered into the room, smiling. "Aren't you a lazy girl?' he said. I smiled back at him sleepily (but already very aroused). "Just waiting for you to come and bring me back to life. I've been neglected for a whole week" I pouted. "How was your meeting?" I asked. Jack was already undressing, draping his suit jacket and pants over the chair. "I'll tell you about all that over dinner. Right now we have more important business to attend to." Removing his boxers, he slid into bed beside me. "You've kept the bed warm--are you happy to see me?" As Jack's arms encircled me and his mouth went to my breast, I could feel his big cock pressing hard against me. "Oh yes", I whispered. The weekend passed in a haze of sex, food and laughter. Jack was very pleased that my nipples had stayed long and hard, thanks to the nipple clamps he'd so thoughtfully given me. The herbal supplements--fenugreek?--that he'd told me to start taking in his absence also caused my breasts to feel heavier, as though my milk was beginning to come in. As soom as Jack began to fondle my tits, he noticed the difference. "It's not going to be long before I can milk you for real--your tits are getting so gorgeous and heavy. When we get home, we're going to make those big breasts do their job". Jack ordered room service for us--wonderful, rich food culminating in a huge ice cream sundae with extra whipped cream. As I lounged in bed, Jack fed me most of the two meals he'd ordered--tenderloin with extra bearnaise sause, mashed potatoes and that lovely ice cream with caramel and hot fudge. My job was to let Jack feed me while I enjoyed his mouth on my tits, licking and sucking my hard nipples. I tried to play with his cock at the same time, but he pulled back. "Plenty of time for that in a little while", he smiled. "I want to show you how much I've missed you". I arched my back and moaned, luxuriating in the attention. My pussy was dripping, and I really wanted to feel Jack's big cock pounding in and out of me. I knew we were going to do this on Jack's schedule, however, and I certainly couldn't argue with the focus he was lavishing on my breasts. I also knew that when we got back home, we would begin working on our 'milk cow project' in earnest. The Medela breast pump had arrived, and per Jack's instructions I hadn't opened the box. As I surrendered to an orgasm just from Jack's sucking and kneading, I marvelled at how submissive I was becoming. I liked it. That evening, Jack presented me with a beautiful 20 karat gold choker necklace. "I want you to wear this always", he murmured, standing behind me as he fastened the chain around my neck. His hands strayed from my neck down my body, cupping my breasts, feeling their weight and tweaking my nipples, and the proceeded to stroke my belly. My belly had developed a nice roundness from Jack's feeding regime. His hands moved to my ass, enjoying the increaded fullness there--and then he moved a finger toward my asshole. One hand caressed my tits, while he began to press his other forefinger into my asshole. "I want your ass just as ready as your pussy for my cock--we need to get you stretched out. Would you like that?" "Oh yes, please" I moaned. As we dressed for dinner on our last night in Chicago, Jack and I were both very relaxed--all the sex we'd had for the last two days had left us very mellow and playful. We'd just taken a shower together, lathering and pleasuring each other under the pelting water. I'd gotten on my knees and given Jack a long blow job as he leaned against the shower wall, savoring the sensation of my wet mouth licking and sucking his big cock. I knew how to make him come, but delayed it until he could barely stand up, then I used my tongue in that special way that he liked to bring him off. Much longer, and we would have both turned into prunes! Jack had chosen a dress for me from our shopping expedition earlier in the day. It wasn't a maternity style--we were going out au naturel this evening--and before I put on the dress, Jack handed me a wrapped box. Unwrapping it, I found a beautiful black corset, made of silk and leather. "Let me help you try that on", Jack smiled. "I think it will show off your gorgeous new body". Indeed, as we positioned me in the corset, it accentuated my new buxomness, pushing my breasts together and up, and revealing quite a bit of cleavage. Jack laced up the back; it was a little tight for comfort. "It's a bit snug with that lovely belly of yours, but I think you'll grow to like the feeling", he murmured, as he fondled my waist and ass. Speaking of my ass, the corset ended just at the top of my buttocks, and as I looked in the mirror I could see that the size of my rounded ass was emphasized by the cinch in my waistline. "Plenty of room in the laces for you to grow a bit more", Jack noted. He stood behind me, I could feel his cock hard in his black jeans pressing agaist my ass. I rubbed against him enticingly as he cupped my breasts, now firmly held by the corset. My nipples were just below the top of the leather trim, and they ached to be sucked yet again. "Let's put that dress on and see how it looks", Jack reached for the silk dress on the closet door. As he slipped it over my head and turned me around to fasten up the many tiny buttons in the front, I realized that he'd chosen the dress with the corset in mind. My deep decolletage was perfect, and I looked down at it, imagining the small effort it would take to release my breasts for suckling. Just the thought made me hot. "Beautiful", Jack murmured. Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 07 Jack loved watching me walk around his apartment wearing the corset he'd bought me, or wearing the lingerie that emphasized my new bulk. My breasts, which required regular sucking at least every four hours, were encased in latex and I knew that they were held firmly but enticingly at the ready for Jack's mouth. My belly, having grown round and full, was molded by the corset. The latex and leather emphasized my new bulkiness while still showing off my full bounty. I loved the way I moved; almost a waddle, with my breasts and belly leading the way. I was still gaining weight, but at a slower pace. Jack's feeding regimen had slowed a bit, based on my new size. As his milk cow, Jack required that I be available for milking--either by machine or by mouth--every four hours. I made sure that my consulting schedule accomodated this schedule. As a result, over a two month period, my breasts swelled even larger that they had been when we had started the milking schedule, and if I missed a milking session, I became extremely uncomfortable, mooing to be relieved. Needless to say, I worked hard to meet our schedule. Jack continued to monitor my feeding regimen that kept me gaining weight--he liked my increasing girth, which balanced out my swelling breasts. As my both my belly and breasts swelled, I became more aware of how much Jack enjoyed my role as his milk cow. He loved watching me waddle up to him, mooing for him to milk me then giving me the fucking he knew I wanted. After which, he fed me as much ice cream as I could hold, and then a bit extra. We were both very turned on by my increasing bulk. I encouraged Jack to measure my belly every week to monitor my progress, and I loved the photographs he took to document my growth. I felt like a big, gravid, sex machine--and Jack was molding me to fit his desires. I knew that my ultimate goal was to be a breeder--Jack had been clear that he wanted me to bear his children--but in the meantime, we were enjoying my new body. My weight gain had enhanced the growth of my breasts, and I now measured 38-DD on top. Jack loved my new bounty, and he enjoyed milking me, telling me that he couldn't wait until he knocked me up. I loved the feeling of my milk letting down to feed Jack, but I knew that there was more to come once I actually became pregnant. I couldn't wait to become even more heavy and full of Jack's babies. My legal research consulting was still working out well; my work schedule was flexible enough to support my increasing play with Jack, but it was time for me to attend the semiannual review with one of my main clients. The last time I'd been in to meet with the law firm I consulted for, I'd been 25 pounds lighter and several inches smaller in all the places that mattered. I loved showing off my new shape to Jack and in public when we went out to dinner or the theater, but presenting a professional appearance was a bit different. I asked Jack to accompany me on a shopping expedition for a couple of appropriate outfits. Jack actually enjoyed shopping with me and for me, so I knew he'd love helping me in my search. "I think you're ready for the maternity department, don't you?" Jack stood behind me as I tried to dress to go out. He ran his hands up my flanks, around to my belly and up to cup my breasts. My big nipples stiffed at his touch, and he tweaked them through the thin silk of my bra, pulling them as if to start to milk me. Since we'd just completed a milking session 30 minutes before, I knew we had at least 3 hours before I'd be ready to milk again, so we had plenty of time to shop without worry. Nonetheless, Jack's playful attention to my long hard nipples caused an exciting shiver to go straight to my pussy.I leaned back against Jack, rubbing my well-rounded ass against his crotch. I could feel his cock stiffen though his jeans. Jack continued to tease my tits, hefting their weight in his palms, and using his thumbs to flick my nipples. He nuzzled my neck and whispered "I'm looking forward to watching you waddle into Saks tring to find something to fit the new body we've built," I could feel Jack's smile against my neck and his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks. Very aroused, I pressed against him harder. "Looks like we better take care of this before we go out" Jack murmured, unhooking my bra and letting my heavy breasts fall into his hands. I murmured my agreement as we moved to the bed, Jack still pressed against me as he steered me. "I want you on all fours on the bed" Jack instructed. "Raise you ass a little higher" he added, positioning me at the edge of the bed. My breasts hung down, my nipples grazing the duvet cover as I raised my bottom to Jack's liking. I heard Jack unbuttoning his jeans with one hand as he began to probe my asshole with his other hand. One finger pressed inside me, and then two. I arched my back at this unaccustomed attention to my ass. It felt good. Both of Jack's hands were busy now, one probing my ass, and the other stroking my belly. "The bigger your belly gets, the more fun it will be fucking your pretty little asshole," Jack said, beginning to guide the tip of his cock against my sphincter. "Oh, yes please," I murmured, pushing against him. Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 08 Within a month of my induced lactation, I had settled into my new role as Jack's milk cow. My milking schedule was now at 15 minutes per breast every four hours, and I was producing a lavish amount of milk. We used a dual pump, so the time involved to empty both my breasts with the milking machine was more like 40 minutes, but if Jack milked me orally (which we both preferred) it took 45-50 minutes. This pleased Jack enormously, especially since my breasts had grown even more with the milking regimen. Six months into our program, my bra size was 42DDD, and my long, dark, thick nipples seemed to remain hard, awaiting Jack's mouth. Every milking session ended in a delicious orgasm; even if Jack wasn't around, the toys I'd accumulated did the trick. One night, Jack came home, smiling slyly. I met him at the door; he was a bit late, and my breasts were more than ready for milking. The long blue silk gown I wore showed off my very heavy tits and my plump belly and ass, just the way Jack had molded my body through regular feeding and milking. My nipples were prominent through the thin fabric, and I knew if my milking was delayed much longer, I'd begin to leak, especially as Jack's mere presence turned me on. It was practically a Pavlovian response: Jack walks in the door, my nipples harden and my pussy gets wet. "What took you so long?" I pouted, beginning to stroke Jack's ass through his jeans as I followed him into the living room. "I was talking to my sister. She and Steve are still trying to conceive, and the IVF hasn't worked. They've spent a fortune on medical procedures, and they're thinking of looking for a surrogate." Jack turned around, putting his arms around me and fondling my ass, pulling me against him and kissed me. "I know we've talked about having kids, but what do you think about a trial run?" Jack and I had discussed having children; we were both eager for me to be pregnant and continue to grow my body, but we were concerned about the crimp that children would put in our sex life. We figured that three or four years from now would be plenty of time to reproduce. I looked up at him. I liked Jack's sister Diane, though I knew she was perplexed about my relationship with Jack; she couldn't imagine why I had gained 35 pounds since I'd known her brother, and furthermore why Jack seemed to enjoy it. She certainly didn't know about our milk cow games. "Wow," I said. "What do you think she'd say if we offered?" "She hinted that she'd love to have someone close to her carry the baby," Jack murmured, kissing my neck. "I didn't want to say anything until I talked to you, but I think she and Steve would be thrilled." "Let's talk about it tonight over dinner," I smiled, kissing him. "Right your little heifer needs some attention before she starts to leak." I pressed my full, aching tits against Jack's chest, loving the feeling of my long, hard nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of his shirt. Jack cupped my breasts in his hands, feeling how heavy they were, and stroking my nipples through the silk of my gown. At his touch, I arched my back a bit, pressing my belly against him and giving him better access to my milk-swollen tits. Sliding one thin silken strap down my shoulder, Jack lowered his mouth to my nipple, licking and nuzzling it. "This may be a wonderful opportunity," he murmured. "Oh, yes, please" I answered. After Jack and I spent an hour pleasuring each other, we lay in bed, stroking each other. Jack's cock was still semi-erect, even after coming twice, once in my pussy and once in my ass. I'd also orgasmed twice, coming once just from Jack's mouth and tongue suckling my tits, pulling my nipples and greedily draining my milk. He would be in no hurry for dinner. When we finally roused ourselves from our sex coma, we langorously wandered toward the kitchen to cook dinner. As we cooked and ate, he fed me and we talked about the idea of me carrying a baby for Diane. We discussed both the possible impact on my health and on our relationship. "We'd probably need to slow down our sex life a little for awhile, and we'd need to watch my weight, but I love the idea of giving Diane a baby. She's been great to us, even if she doesn't quite understand our relationship," I thought out loud. "Plus, summer's coming up and my work schedule can slow down a bit. I'd have time to pamper myself while we work on getting me pregnant. You said Diane has 8 more frozen embryos; we could implant three at a time and see what takes." Jack's gaze slid slowly over my body, savoring my curves. He raised his eyes to mine and smiled. "You'd be incredibly beautiful carrying twins or even triplets for Diane" he said, looking back at my already rounding form. "We just need to make sure that you stay healthy and happy during while you're practicing for our own babies." The next day, I had a business meeting downtown at my old law firm. Since I had started my own legal research practice, most of the communication I carried on with the firms I consulted for was done via computer and telephone; I only turned up in person once a quarter for an in-person meeting with the partners. I had gained about 10 or 15 pounds since the last meeting, and I chose my clothing carefully. Jack had just finished my morning milking, so I had 4 hours or so until I was in danger of leaking, but just in case I put pads inside my black nursing bra. Jack then helped me into my latest corset, made to fit my current voluptuous size. As he laced up the back, he stroked my ass, admiring its roundness. "In a few months we may have to get you a whole new wardrobe, especially if it's twins," he murmured, pulling the laces comfortably taut. "Meantime, I want you to wow the guys in the law firm. Let me help you pick out your suit." I had already figured out that I would dress deceptively conservatively, and Jack picked out the same outfit that I'd thought of. A navy silk suit, tailored to skim my curves but not hide them. We'd had the jacket specially cut to accomodate my big boobs. Under the jacket, I wore a pink sleeveless cashmere sweater, cut just low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Nothing to alarm the guys, but enough to keep their attention. My skirt fell slightly above my knees, and again hugged--just a bit--my round ass, which the corset emphasized. Thanks to the corset, my figure was more hour-glass than usual, and caused me to stand up very straight as I walked. Not enough to look unnatural, but the size of my breasts and ass were subtly emphasized in this outfit. I finished my ensemble with jewelry. I always wore the gold collar/choker that Jack had given me a year ago, and I added conservative pearl earrings. The 3 inch high heels I slipped into caused me to arch my back a bit more. Jack stood back, surveying his finished product. "You look amazing," he grinned at me. "Knock 'em dead and come home soon so we can undress you." I took a cab to the downtown office, and greeted the lobby guard who'd been with the building for years. As he watched me walking toward him, he recognized me and began to smile. "Ms. James, it's great to see you again--it's been quite a while!" His gaze was by no means impolite, but I could tell he was admiring the way I looked. I smiled back at him, returned his greeting, and moved toward the elevators. "Quite a while indeed!" I heard him say as I entered the elevator. Exiting at the eighth floor, I approached the receptionist. An attractive blonde,she was new since I'd worked here last, and I introduced myself. "Certainly Ms. James, I'll let Mr. Calloway know you're here. He's expecting you." She spoke into the intercom, alerting Mr. Calloway. "Can I get you some coffee or water?" she asked me. "Water, please, no ice" I answered, and as she rose I noticed that Mr. Calloway wasn't the only expectone expecting. Tall, maybe 5'10",with long legs, the receptionist was also visibly pregnant. I guessed she was 6 months along, and I admired her her burgeoning belly, which was emphasized--just a little--by the cut of her jacket. I smiled, feeling my nipples tingle as I imagined myself, knocked up and showing in a few months. I couldn't wait. Ms. Allen, the receptionist, returned with my water, and ushered me into the small conference room. The five partners for whom I consulted were awaiting me there. As I walked into the room, greeting them all and taking my seat at the conference table, I could tell that everyone's eyes were on me, but not exactly on my face. Sitting, I smiled and they smiled back. Mr. Calloway started the meeting, and it was all business. "Ms. James, thank you so much for coming in ths morning. You've done such good work for us that it's hardly necessary, but it's good to see you in the flesh, so to speak." He smiled at me; he was a little pompous but harmless. I was rather fond of him. The partners were all older than I, four men and one woman. Ms. Halsey, the sole female partner, had been very kind to me when I worked one summer for them during law school, and she had become a work-friend when I joined the firm after I graduated. I knew she was married to another lawyer with a different firm, and that they'd never had children. She loved to travel and did so as often as possible to exotic locales. I could tell she was looking at me a bit curiously as the meeting progressed. I hoped we'd have a moment to talk after the meeting. For 45 minutes we discussed the various cases and projects that were coming up that would need my attention. Since I had worked for this firm, any reduction in my working hours would not affect them; I'd curtail other contracts for a few months. My combination of legal experience and research skills made me very valuable to the companies I consulted for, and I was not worried about being able to re-expand my business when I was ready. The meeting was drawing to a close, and as we exchanged pleasantries, I was again aware of the surreptitious appraising looks I was getting. Sitting at the desk, the upper part of my body was visible, and I could see eyes flicking down to my large chest. Everyone looked happy to see me and a bit curious. Mr. Calloway stood, ending the meeting. "Suzanne, thank you again for your good work. Your new life seems to agree with you," he smiled. I preceded him through the conference room door, and could feel his eyes appraising my ass. The other partners lingered in the lobby, each one wanting to chat for a moment. I sensed their admiring glances, and they were approving of what had happened to my formerly slender self. I smiled at Mr. Douglas, and as we talked he couldn't resist patting me on the back and letting his hand slide--more than just a bit--towards my round, full ass. He always was the letch of the group. I looked at him innocently, and widened my eyes at him,not quite batting my lashes. "It's great to see you, too, Mr. Douglas- -you haven't changed a bit." He looked a bit abashed and removed his hand, but as he moved away his eyes fell to my chest again. "I hope to see more of you soon, Ms.James," he said, waking back toward his office. I smiled to myself, thinking "just you wait." Ms.Halsey slipped me a note. "I've got to run right now, but let's catch up soon over lunch!" it said, and gave me her private email address. I'd certainly make that date. Now however, I needed to run a couple of errands and get home in time to put together the notes from the meeting before my next milking. Jack was at work, so if I wanted to, I could hook up to the milking machine while I worked. It wasn't the most comfortable position for milking (I preferred lounging on the sofa or bed), but I rather liked feeling aroused while I typed at the computer. We'd modified my desk to accomodate access to the high end Medela milking machine Jack had just bought to replace the older device. This one had a few more settings and several different rhythms. I preferred the ones that made me feel the most like I imagined a milk cow would feel. My breasts felt heavier than they had when I'd walked into the meeting an hour ago, and I knew my milk supply was still increasing. We'd have to figure out a maintenance level if I was going to be pregnant with Diane's baby. Having done research,I knew that I could become pregnant while still milking, but I was also looking forward to watching my breasts grow during the pregnancy. Hence, we'd cut back on my milk supply for awhile so we could watch my breasts swell perhaps even larger as my belly grew. The very thought of it turned me on. Time to get home. Jack and I would call Diane and Steve tonight and invite them over on Saturday and make our offer. I hoped they would accept. Becoming Jack's Milk Cow Pt. 09 The next day, Jack and I had a lunch date with his sister and her husband. Steve and Diane had been trying to get her pregnant for four years, and in the last 2 years they had undergone a series of fertility and IVF treatments. So far, no luck, and Jack had told me that they were beginning to consider finding a surrogate to carry a baby for them. Jack and I had discussed it,and we invited them to lunch to offer my services as their surrogate. Over the 14 months we'd been involved, my relationship with Jack had deepened. From the beginning, we had recognized that we shared a passion for fattening me up and turning me into a plump milk cow, constantly horny for Jack's attention to my milk-filled tits and my wet pussy. We had succeeded in that goal, and during the last year, we'd realized that we were suited to each other in so many other ways; we were now deeply in both lust and love. Jack asked me to marry him, and I accepted, and we were also going to announce our engagement at lunch, before making our offer. We met at a chic restaurant in downtown Washington. Jack and I arrived first and were seated immediately at a private booth perfect for 4. We were still glowing from the previous evening. Jack's proposal had surprised me: though I had thought that we might be headed in that direction, I had not expected it so soon. I'm not one of those women who had always fantasized about my wedding, and Jack's choreography of the evening had not given away his intentions. We were also glowing from the hot sex we'd had that morning; after my late morning milking, Jack impaled me on his cock and I rode him to a second orgasm for each of us, My first orgasm of the morning came from Jack's mouth on my tits and a vibrator in my ass, after which he substituted his hard, throbbing penis for the toy and pounded me until he was spent. Sitting in the restaurant, I still felt deliciously wanton, and I could feel my asshole was still slightly tender from Jack's fierce attentions. I liked it. When Diane and Steve were shown to our table, I again thought how much I liked both of them. Diane was Jack's older sister, and she was as petite as Jack was tall and muscular. I always felt slightly ungainly next to Diane; at 5'7" and very curvy, I felt like I could make two of Diane's almost boyish 5'0" frame. Steve was built much like Jack--I had always particularly admired his great smile and his nice ass. Not quite as nice as Jack's, but still.... We hugged hello, and slid into our seats, couples facing each other. Sharp-eyed Diane immediately spotted my new engagement ring and squealed "Oh my god! Are you getting married? When??" Jack grinned, and put his arm around me. "She just agreed last night, and we haven't worked out the details yet, but yep, we're going to tie the knot. I can't believe she's crazy enough to put up with me," he said, pulling me to him, "but apparently she is. I'm a lucky guy." I nestled into Jack's side. "I think I'm the lucky one," I smiled, feeling suddenly very traditionally female. Our server came and offered us drinks. "This calls for champagne!" Steve said. "Welcome to the family." We ordered our meals, and then the champagne arrived and Diane and Steve toasted our happiness. We chattered at each other for awhile, and the conversation came around to Diane and Steve's lives. The inevitable topic of trying to make a baby arose shortly after our meals were served. Diane immediately lost her smile. "I think we're going to try one more time and then look for some help..maybe a surrogate. The doctor still doesn't know why it hasn't worked, but it hasn't and we really want to start a family." Jack and I looked at you. I reached across the table and took Diane's hand. "I'm so sorry you're having trouble. You'd make amazing parents and I know you're going to have a chance." Jack chimed in, "When you told me last week about maybe looking for a surrogate, I told Suzanne what was going on. Would you consider having a surrogate in the family?" Puzzled, Diane and Steve looked at us. "What do you mean?" Diane asked. "I'd be honored to carry a baby for you, if you'd be willing," I responded, smiling. "It would be like a practice run for us, and I'd be honored to help. You have both become such good friends, and now you're going to be family." Stil a bit in shock, Diane and Steve looked at each other and seemed to communicate silently. "That is the most generous thing anyone has ever offered," Steve said. "I think we're going to try one more time, but after that, yes!" Much hugging ensued. We all had much to celebrate. We'd fine tune things later. Right now we needed to finish lunch and toast our possible joint venture. After a rather long lunch with two bottles of champagne, Jack and I headed home happily. "So have you thought about when you want to get married?" Jack inquired, as we walked toward his apartment building. "I'm ready whenever you are, you know." "Actually I do have some thoughts about that," I responded, leaning into Jack's side as we walked into the building. "Let's slip into something more comfortable and discuss it." 'Something more comfortable' for me was a short black silk maternity gown that showed off my cleavage and plump belly. Jack particularly liked this gown on me; he liked how it accentuated my roundness. He changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and we cuddled on the sofa. Jack put his arm around me, and I leaned back, allowing Jack to cup and massage my breast. "So, tell me what you have in mind," he smiled, fondling and pulling at my nipple. "I don't think I ever told you, but when I was eight, I was a junior bridesmaid in my aunt Jessica's wedding," I started. "She's always been my favorite aunt--you'll like her when you meet her. Anyway, when she got pregnant, she and Eric decided to get married. They'd been together for 4 years, and so it wasn't really a shotgun wedding. In fact, she was already six months gone when the wedding took place; they weren't trying to hide anything, and Jessica really wanted the time to plan a traditional wedding with all the trimmings. The only thing they didn't count on was twins. So by the day of the wedding, Jessica was enormous and growing more so each day. At eight years old, I was not such a little girl, and my mother had explained the birds and the bees to me, so I knew, sort of, what was up. Everybody was really excited about the twins coming, and how big Jess was getting and joking about her fitting into her wedding dress. I think they waited until the last minute to alter it to fit her increasingly huge belly. I was fascinated--Jess was so elegant, and I had never been in a wedding before. All the bridesmaids stood in the front of the chuch as Jess walked up the aisle, and I remember thinking that she was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen--she was so big that her belly preceded her as she walked. I looked at Eric, and he was looking at her like he'd never seen someone so wonderful. When she stood next to Eric in front of the minister, I got a close view of her swollen belly swathed in white silk, and I felt..kind of tingly. At the reception, Eric couldn't keep his hands off of Jess's belly; he kept stroking it when they stood together, and when they danced, her belly made it difficult to dance too close. I remember that they were both laughing as they tried to waltz." "Anyway, from then on, I always wanted to be a pregnant bride. I knew it was a little weird, but as I got older, I realized that the idea really turned me on. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to plan on a wedding after I get pregnant." I looked up at Jack, who has been attentively stroking my tits and belly as I told my story. "Your wish is my command," Jack smiled. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful. What happened to Jess?" "Oh, she and Eric live in Oregon. The had the twins, and then three other kids. We email sometimes, but I'd love to see her again. I hope they can come to our wedding. She's a nurse-midwife, and Eric is an architect." Jack kissed me deeply, and I pressed against him. I could feel my heavy breasts beginning to ache for attention as my pussy dampened from his kiss. I stroked his hard cock through his shorts. "Let's go talk about this some more in the bedroom and see what comes up," I smiled, kissing Jack back. The next several weeks were a very busy time for both of us. Jack was working long hours, but he was at least in town, so our evenings were passionately and playfully sex-filled. I was also busy with my work and milking--plus, I went to see my doctor about the possibility of becoming Diane's surrogate. I wanted to know what was involved just in case it became a reality. Dr. Rashid had been my gynecologist for the past year, and I had chosen her partly on the recommendation of the local ANR chatroom. She was friendly to those of us who were into erotic lactation. I liked and respected her abilities, and I hoped that she would coach me through my next journey. Dr. Rashid gave me the run down on what I'd experience should I actually become a surrogate. Hormone treatments were the main thing. She also suggested that I lose a bit of weight so I'd be in fighting shape should we embark on this venture. As long as I kept up my milking, that wouldn't be a problem: if I cut back my food intake to a normal level, I would lose weight. Jack made sure I ate enough to maintain my plump figure, and we often joked that I was eating for two. It would be several months before we knew if my services as a broodmare would be needed, however, so there was no hurry to change my eating habits. I was glad, as I had come to crave the feeling of fullness I had after one of our feeding sessions. The trade off would be worth it, however, if my services were needed. One one hand,I actually hoped that Diane would be able to become pregnant: I liked her so much, and knew that this was a deep desire. I also thought that she'd look amazingly sexy with a huge belly on her tiny frame. Whatever happened, I knew Jack was looking forward to having me knocked up--either with his baby or someone else's. My pussy tingled at the thought. When I got back to the condo from the doctor's appointment, Jack was home--at 4 in the afternoon, this was unexpected. He met me at the door, pulled me tight and kissed me. I could feel him smiling, so I knew there wasn't a problem, but still.."What's up?" I asked, pulling back to look at him. "I've been thinking that it's time for us to take a vacation before life gets any more crowded. I've just finished up the project I've been working on, and have a bunch of vacation time coming to me. What's your schedule look like for the next couple of months?" I thought for a moment, gauging my workload. I'd been working hard for several months on a couple of complicated legal research projects, but those were coming to an end, and I didn't have anything too pressing for the next 6 weeks or so. I'd done quite a bit of research ahead of the next deadlines, so I was ahead of the game for once. "After next week, I'm pretty clear for a month or so. What do you have in mind?" "It's a surprise, but I'm pretty sure you'll like it," Jack smiled mysteriously. "I'll take care of all of your packing and other details and all you have to do is be ready to go a week from this Friday. Do you think you can manage that?" Jack's secrecy had me intrigued, but I knew from experience that he wasn't going to tell me what the plan was until he was ready to. My natural curiosity would just have to settle down. Plus, it was a bit arousing to have Jack take control. "Oh, yes, please," I answered, pressing against him and stretching up to kiss him. I couldn't wait to find out what adventure Jack had arranged.