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Sandra was rather mad at herself. 'Fancy missing the turn and going two miles on the wrong road' she murmered under her breath as she rode furiously to try and not lose as much time as possible. She should have known after the first mile, when she thought it was awfully quiet. Talking about being too much in the zone for understanding the environment outside this race.
It was day six of the seven day race around Boudaux. Though she has raced this race a few times before and certainly was fit enough for the race, this time around seemed harder than normal. Perhaps it is definitely time to move on from Professional cycling. She is 28 and is still regarded as a top ten rider in Europe, but it is getting harder to compete each year and the other women seemed a lot fitter, younger, and more determined than she ever was. But what else could she do other than cycling, marry Steve, settle down and have kids while doing a spot of test riding for her sponsers? 'I do not know anymore' she answered to herself as she kept gaining more speed to reach the correct intersection again.
So focused into getting onto the race route again, Sandra fails to see an old woman and her cow walking on the road until it is very nearly too late. Sandra swerved to miss the cow but so did the cow swerved, not to get hit by a speeding cyclist doing at least 30 mph. They both end up in the ditch on the side of the road, the bike stopped and Sandra flew over the handle bars into a muddy puddle. Sandra quickly got up and was furious. She inspected the bike and found that apart from a few scratches and a quick centrering of the handle bars, was fine. She quickly yelled at the old woman who was attending to her cow at being in the middle of the road.
'What the hell were you doing in the middle of the road, couldn't you see I was coming/' screamed Sandra. 'Well it is actually is my road, how dear you yell at me when you are at fault trying to hit my cow with that infurnal machine.' yelled back the old woman. 'I was not aiming for your stupid cow, If you weren't stupid enough to wander around the road like some mad fool with a cow, we wouldn't be here.' Sandra getting more upset. 'Look who's talking about being foolish when she is wearing clothes too tight for her' said the old woman with an evil snigger. 'They are designed this way for racing, which is what I am about to do, now clear away from me, I am outa here' said Sandra suddenly realising she is wasting valuable time talking. As Sandra got back onto the bike and clicked her feet back into place, the old woman said 'You should appologise first', but Sandra did not hear this and took off towards re-entering the race. As Sandra raced away the old women chuckled to her self and muttered 'I will see you at the finish line waiting for my apology. But before then, you will find out how tight that top of yours is going to get. Yes for every 20 miles you ride, you will gain an inch. Hope you do not have too far to go. Perhaps you will have more respect towards old witches and their milking cows, eh Lara' . With that the cowed mooed an agreement and they walked back on the road towards their destination.
Sandra found the intersection and figured out where she should be going, with no relief of her pace she pressed forward hoping to catch some flagging cyclists. She had forty miles to go for this stage and although she may never catch up to the leading bunch, she was confident enough that she may get into the top twenty without using up too much energy, that should be used tomorrow. Her support vehicle found her and after a brief explaination as to what happened to her, they informed her that she was sitting in 23rd place with the possibility of catching up to eight other cyclists before the end of the stage. With this Sandra had a banana, some Gatorade and pressed on determined to catch up with as many cyclists as possible.
A few hours had gone by and Sandra was still riding strong and determined. Although she felt a bit constricted in the chest, making it hard to breath deep for the hills, Sandra dismissed this as a trick of the sun and pressed on. She had already caught up and passed five other riders, and while they all tried to stick with Sandras pace, only two managed to succeed in combining their pacing into a pack, picking off stragglers as they went. This certainly meant that Sandra could ease off a little on the pace as the slip streaming effect of the other cyclists made up for the pace more efficient.
Finally the stage was finished and Sandra was a little fatigued but still in good shape for the final stage tomorrow. She managed to get to fifteenth place, which was not too bad considering her slight detour. Steve was at the finish line with the support crew welcoming her home. Sandra could not wait to get her clothes off since her top and her sports bra felt like they had shrunk considerably. It's probably all the hard work she had being doing today, all Sandra wanted to do is do the warm down stretches, have her massage and lie down for a while. The coaches debriefing was a meer murmour over Sandras intentions. When the wind down was finally over, Sandra had a quick word with the mechanics over the situation of her bike, then went to her hotel room to sleep by herself. Her coach has explicitly told her not to have sex with Steve, therefore Steve was in an entirely different room to hers, not that she wanted to do it with Steve tonight. She has been saving herself for two weeks, and it appears to give her a bit of edge to reach her goal of finishing the race. It's all purely psychological that you need a mental goal as well as the physical goal of the race.
The next day she woke up a bit sore but nothing serious. She felt hot especially around the boobs, 'must have been the new bra' Sandra thought to herself. She got up and found Steve naked cooking her breakfast. 'This is to give you a positive image for you to go for when you race to the finish, Coaches orders' said Steve as he poured out an orange protein shake for her. 'Well it must be working because I want to jump you right here and now' said Sandra licking her lips. 'You have to wait till the end of the race today' warned Steve. Sandra did her biggest pout and ate her breakfast as Steve put his clothes back on.
Later Sandra got ready for the last day of racing. It was Steves turn to watch as Sandra started putting on her clothes. Sandra put on her clean sports bra and after a few adjustments she clammered 'Thats odd, this bra is identical to the one I had yesterday but it appears to be far too small for me'. Sandra inspected her boobs further and shook her head in amazement as she realised that she was indeed bigger up top. 'Get the tape measure Steve and help me measure me.' With this request Steve gleefully complied, if only to see if it really was true. Sure he thought she looked bigger, but was too shy to say anything just in case it came out too sleazy. Besides he had already assured himself that it was his perverted imagination going overtime. I mean why not, Sandra looked great in her cycling siluette. Her long powerful legs, broad shoulders, scumptous ass and slender frame. Her beutifully defined facial features worked well with her short blonde hair and pointy but cute nose and chin. But because she had only about 10% fat on her, her breasts were small yet petite.
'Stop drooling and hold the tape still lover boy' commanded Sandra. Quickly Steve regained composure and held the ends of the tape. 'It reads 34" ' said Steve matter-of-factly. 'Holy shit!!!!!' yelled Sandra ' I am a good couple of inches bigger than normal, that means I would be a C-cup now' . Steve acknowledged this discovery with composure on the outside but inside he was leaping with joy. There was no time for shopping so after a while they figured that Sandra could still ride braless as long as the race shirt is zipped up at the top all day. Sandra tried on the race shirt and found that the lycra responded to the new dimensions by stretching around and supporting her newly aquired boobs quite nicely with mimimal bouncing. With this they got Sandra ready for her warmups and ready for the last day on the bike. The stage was eighty miles long and little did Sandra know that this meant she was going to grow another four inches by the time she finished.
Sandra started well and was relieved to feeling great after yesterdays speedy test. She soon got back into her 'zone' and started picking fights with the up and coming cyclists. Her experience and strength showed through as she won duelling battle after duelling battle. Halfway through the race, Sandra noticed it was rather breezy and her chest was getting cold. 'What is she looking at?' asked Sandra to herself, looking at her cycling opponent. Sandra looked down to where the cyclist was looking at and realised that the zipper had ridden down her top exposing some serious clevage. Sandra smiled at the cyclist and attempted to zip herself up again. Took a few goes but Sandra managed to do it. Sandra rode on not thinking as to why the zipper came down and why it was a struggle zipping back up, she was back in her 'zone' trying to get rid of her cyclist nemesis for now.
Later her breezey sensation returned and this time Sandra knew why. 'Damn zipper wanting to show off my assets' grumbled Sandra. But as she gazed down to fix her zipper up again she saw in astonishment that she would have been at least a D-cup now and that there was no way of getting the zipper up as it appears to have broken the zips teeth open. Trying to think of how to cover her chest ready for the finish line, Sandra suddenly remembered that she has safety pins in her pocket for emergancy repairs on the bikes chain, amongst other cycling things. While still riding, Sandra struggled to fish out the safety pins but managed to do so at the expense of flashing her new cleavage to the cameras of some drive by photographers. With one hand she pinned up the gapping clevage with three pins and continued to ride to the finish.
The finish was drawing closer and Sandra was duelling hard with another couple of cyclists who were intent to show how good they are against the 'old veteren'. Sandra still had alot of her strength and she grunted out some hard and fast miles to end in victory of the duel and fifth in the race. This meant that overall she had come out second, to an up and coming cyclist that Sandra actually admired. As Sandra went to her warm down area, she came accross the old woman again. 'You again!!, what do you want from me this time' said Sandra ready to argue with the old woman about their incident again. 'Oh I simply want an apology before you want those to return to normal' said the old woman staring at Sandras enlarged chest.'You did this to me huh? how?, never mind, I do not care how, I quite like them so I should thankyou instead' said Sandra with a smirk. With that Sandra started to walk away only to be stopped by the old woman ' You are not going until I have my apology' said the old woman forcefully. ' Apologise for what? your stupidity? never but thankyou for the boob job' said Sandra sarcastically as she casted the old woman aside and made her way to the massage room of the hotel. 'Mock me you try, I think it is time for you to be milked and then we will see who is being mocked' murmored the old woman as she watches Sandra walk away from her. 'See you in the morning!!!!' yelled the old woman at Sandra as she walked away into the crowd of spectators.
As soon as Sandra heard the old woman yell at her about seeing her in the morning, she felt an unusual pressure in her chest. Her newly enlarged boobs felt really heavy all of a sudden and a sloshing sensation seems to be occuring. Not knowing what was happening to her she went to her hotel room instead of the massage room. In the room, Sandra stripped off her top and she realised that the new sensations was milk coming out of her now full and round nipples. It started as drips but the more Sandra tryed to coaxed the white stuff out, the drips soon became trickles of milk spilling everywhere. 'Oh my god!!! how is this happening to me!!!!' shouted Sandra as she stared at her boobs spouting milk that seems to never going to stop. The sensations was not really painful for Sandra but rather quite the opposite. She soon sucamed to the pleasures of milking herself. This turned into a serious if not messy masterbation session as the sensations heated her body into orgasm.Just as her moans became more audable, a knock at the door disturbed her fun. It was Steve.
With a towel covering her leaking appendages, Sandra opened the door and smiled seductively as she found it was Steve, the one who could truelly release her explosions of pleasures. Without warning Sandra whipped off her towel showing Steve her magnificent full breasts and consiquently the milk trickling out. 'Suck them!!' ordered Sandra as she forcefull escorted Steve to the bathroom. 'Taste my milk' cooed Sandra in Steves ear as he proceeded to suck on Sandras now strawberry sized nipples. Both of them started to get hot and so they stood in the shower and washed, licked and sucked water and milk off each other. This soon turned into more intimate sensations and the once repressed passion and pleasures soon took over their bodies as they lusted for each other in ways they have never attempted before.
Penetration after penetration, hot passionate position after position, the night wore on but their passion did not die down. The milk stopped but this only seemed to encourage Steve to suck harder in other places. The sensations of her now bountiful and full breasts were amazing and she exploded in to yet another orgasm, this time from a tit fuck, those she could have only dreamed about before. Finally the marathon sex session subsided, as fatigue set in. Sandra and Steve finally went to sleep in each other arms, thinking fondly that it was all worth the two week wait.
In the morning, Steve woke to see Sandra measuring her new endowments. They worked out that Sandra is now a 38 full DD or maybe an E-cup. Steve admired the view as Sandra put her casual clothes on. Her blouses no longer fitting properly and looked stretched. 'I suppose I need to do some more shopping now' said Sandra gleefully staring at the constrained clevage and strain creases of her top. They went down stairs for breakfast in the hotel's restaurant.
Later in the women's room, where Sandra was touching up her make up before going shopping, a familiar voice greeted her. Sandra turned and faced the old woman. 'How is it like making milk like a cow?' asked the old woman cheerfully. 'Actually it was fun while it lasted. It was the best sex ever' said Sandra matter of factly. The old woman was astonished at hearing it gave Sandra great pleasure 'How would you like to leak continueously then?' asked the old woman evilly. 'Well I guess that would be a pain, it certainly is messy so I would have to say no to that one. I love my boobs and the pleasures they give me but I would have to say no to the milk thing. I guess you are right then I should have apologised for nearly hitting your cow with my bike. I am so sorry for that and the way I acted afterwards' said Sandra remorcefully. ' That was all I asked from you and thankyou for your apology. You will no longer leak milk unless you have a baby.' said the old woman. As they left the women's room of the hotel, they felt good about everything and they went on their seperate ways.
Sandras breasts stayed as her DD-cup but they no longer had the pleasure of milk dripping out of them. Sandra did a few more races before retiring from professional cycling to take up a model contract for Sports Illustrated. Steve and Sandra soon married each other and about 11months later, they refound their love of being milked, only this time the milk was for Alex their Baby girl.
THE END