WARNING!!! The following story containes sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


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Milky Mayhem
	Chapter 1


	Sara sat upright in her bed, her forehead drenched in sweat. She had that dream again, where off in the distance, a baby was crying. The sound haunted her dreams ever since she walked in on her roommate sitting in that circle on her bedroom floor. Her roommate's anger at being interrupted exploded in a scene that Sara shuddered to remember.
	Ever since that night, in the early morning, she had that dream where she was alone in the woods, and from everywhere and nowhere, the cry of a hungry infant reverberated off of the trees and bounced around inside her head. Sara woke up, expecting to hear that cry, but only heard the hum of the central air unit. 
	After flipping her pillow over to the cool side, she adjusted her pink spaghetti strap top and pushed her blankets down past her round ass covered by her pink panties and her well toned thighs. She brushed her brown hair out of her face and tried to count sheep. The cool breeze from her ceiling fan sent a chill up her tanned skin as it blew away the residual heat from her turbulent sleep. 
	As she drifted off to sleep, her breath grew more rhythmic and goose bumps raised on her arms, shoulders, and round, b-cup breasts. Her quarter sized areolas contracted and pushed her nipples out ever so slightly into her pajama top as two wet spots formed in the pink fabric.

	The next morning, Sara awoke to the sweet smell of warm milk and decided to clean the coffee mugs off of her desk. While not normally messy, the added stress of finals pushed her clean habits to the wayside. Her almond shaped brown eyes darted from shirt to shirt in her closet until she decided on a white button-up blouse that she liked to wear with the low cut jeans that showed off her gym-toned abs and other assorted curves. 
	Stripping off her panties and pajama top, she turned on the shower faucet to the steamy hot temperature that turned her tan skin pink. As she was soaping up her 5'10" frame, she noticed that her breasts were slightly tender and firmer than they usually were. Her nipples provided way more pleasure from a simple rubbing than they ever had and she decided to take a few seconds longer to massage the surrounding area. Barely realizing she was doing it, she slowly pressed her finger tips into her boobs as she traced slow circles into them. The circles moved closer and closer to her fiercely erect and darkening nipples as a clearish liquid was slowly beginning to flow out of them. Sara moved her left hand down between her thighs and began massaging her vaginal lips. As she sped up her breast massage, she began rubbing her clitoris with her palm and inserted a finger into her wet vagina. Sara had to lean against the cool tile wall of her shower to steady herself as she brought herself to orgasm. As she bit her lip to stifle moans, she arched her back and bucked into her finger a few times before sliding down the wall with her eyes closed and healthy glow flowed over her skin adding to the color added by the hot shower water. She quickly looked around, turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off.	 
	 
	After putting on a plaid bra that is ever so slightly visible under the intended blouse, she moved to the mirror to apply her lip gloss to her full pink lips and put her shoulder length hair into a ponytail. While Sara was lifting her arms to bundle her hair, she noticed that her areolas were rising above the red and black fabric of her bra. This bra usually provided full coverage for her and this was the first time she noticed such an occurrence.
	She put her arms down and turned to the side, examining her profile in the mirror. Not seeing anything terribly out of the ordinary, she adjusted the bra straps and continued with her morning routine. 
	After getting dressed and ready for classes, she wandered out to the kitchen to grab some coffee for her travel mug. Her roommate, Nyomi was already out there, poking at some oatmeal. She was wearing a baggy black hoodie and a black skirt. Her dyed black hair hung down past her face, nearly brushing against the bowl. A pierced nostril flared slightly as Sara walked by. "Have a nice night?"
	"Yeah, except for that weird dream again. You find out anything about that?"
	Nyomi brushed her bangs past her left ear which was pierced several times and hunched over a little more. "Umm, no, could just be the dreaded baby clock." She quickly shoved a spoonful of the strawberry flavored goop into her mouth and slowly chewed. 
	"Have a nice day!"
	"You too."

	Nyomi and Sara met freshman year of college while waiting for a bus to the freshman physics class which was located a few blocks away from the dorms. They quickly bonded over a shared love of politics and a hatred of Professor Lombardo. The stodgy old coot had a way of droning on and on in to the top of his desk, rendering his physics talks inaudible to all but his lecture notes. They spent the rest of the semester frantically trying to pass physics and watching the local elections. They even spent a Saturday holding signs, supporting their favorite senator, Mr. Nelson. 
	After getting to know each other freshman year, they decided to move in together at an off-campus apartment. Sara eventually met and started dating Jake while Nyomi would get a boyfriend for a week or two every six months. Nyomi would often read or spend time sketching in her book, occasionally finding time to do the required work for a marketing major. Sara spent her time doing the reading for class, writing papers, making out with Jake, or dragging Nyomi to concerts or hang-out spots around town.
	Normally they got along really well, which is why Nyomi's sudden outburst a few days earlier had really suprised the college junior Sara. It wasn't like her to get so livid and slam doors like that. From the circle and candle, Sara guessed that she was practicing witchcraft or some such gimmick, but Nyomi had always been into the more spiritual side of things. It was also surprising that she couldn't help with the dream interpretation, Nyomi would usually jump at the opportunity to dissect Sara's subconscious.

	After hopping in her car and pulling the seatbelt across her body, Sara turned the key and began the drive. While sailing along the road to campus, her mind drifted to her romp with herself in the shower. This also was out of the norm. Usually a shower was just a shower, but this morning's excitations were above and beyond what Jake's miraculous tounge could do when it ventured below the belly button. The thought of what she might be able to persuade Jake to do tonight caused her to flush and her nipples grew hard, poking little bumps in the white fabric of her blouse.
	Her car jumped as it ran over the big pothole that she usually avoided and she felt her breasts bounce more than expected while she rubbed one of them, suprised at the unexpected tenderness. She adjusted the seatbelt a little but that only aroused her more as the bra cup material slid over her tender nipples. She put both hands on the wheel and made a mental note to take the bumps easier for a few days. 

	All day throughout classes, her breasts got more tender and sensative as time went on. Once while adjusting her blouse and bra in the bathroom, she noticed that she was spilling out and her breasts were much warmer and firmer than usual. As she walked out of her final class, she saw her boyfriend waiting for her by the door. She immediately ran over to him and threw her arms around him as he moved in for the kiss. While all day she was acutely aware of any jostling or pressure applied to her breasts, as she pressed her body against his, all she felt was a warm pleasurable relief. 
	As they separated, he looked her up and down. "Did you spill something?" he asked, looking at her chest. 
	"Not that I know of..." 
	As she looked down, her eyes went wide. There were two half dollar sized wet spots in her blouse and they were getting larger. The plaid material of her bra was visible through the nearly transparent white shirt. She crossed her arms to cover the wet spots. Jake immediately took an extra t-shirt out of his back pack and offered it to her. 
	"Are you ok?" 
	"Yeah, I feel fine, except for... this."
	As she was putting on the shirt, Jake noticed that the spots were slowly getting larger. "I think you're leaking."
	She blushed and mumbled something about getting it checked out tomorrow, but in reality she was getting more and more turned on. The pleasure emanating from her breasts wasn't going away and she was dieing for a repeat of this morning's shower. In spite of the wetness radiating from her nipples, she was getting wet somewhere else. Sara grabbed Jake's hand and immediately ran for her car: she had plans for him.

	Once they were inside the car and on the road home, Sara slowly started massaging his thigh, sending an unmistakable signal directly to his cock. The cock responded with gusto and he shifted in his seat. He returned the favor by slowly massaging her warm inner thigh, a hint of moistness was palpable right by her crotch and he could feel the heat radiating off of it. She moved his hand up her toned abs and under her now soaked blouse. She was hoping the t-shirt would be enough to hide what she was hoping he would do if he got the hint.
	As soon as his hand reached her bra, it recoiled a tiny bit, but a disappointed moan sent it back to its intended purpose. She gasped as he grasped the breast in his hand and began a slow massage, causing the bra material to get warmer and wetter. "What's going on?"
	"Don't stop! I don't know, but I need you."
	He moved his hand back down to her thigh, leaving a wet hand print on the tight denim fabric. As he rubbed her crotch through the jeans, he was rewarded with pleasant, high pitched moans. Her mouth opened as she began breathing faster and deeper, nearly gasping with pleasure. He moved faster and faster until she had a toe-cringing orgasm that nearly sent them sailing into a mailbox and three trash cans. 

	Once home, the loud punk music bass tracks reverberating through the apartment indicated that Nyomi was locked safely in her room. They quickly moved into the bedroom and locked the door. As Sara removed the t-shirt, Jake saw that the once small wet spots had extended to the entire front of her shirt and was making her wasteband dark with liquid. "What's happening to you?" His only reply was a seductive glance before moving closer.
	Her hands deftly removed his belt and undid his jeans. "Off, Now." He obeyed, revealing a severely tented pair of boxers. Her eyes strayed down to his erect penis and her hands followed. As she massaged his manhood, his hands unbuttoned the now sopping wet blouse, revealing her soaked bra and silky skin. He moved in for a kiss, his usual tactic for getting his arms around her to undo the bra clasp. She put her hands behind her head and poured a year's worth of passion into fifteen seconds of pure heaven. She moaned and pressed closer into him, he felt warm wet spots soak through his shirt as she kissed him on the neck.
	As they separated, she let the bra straps slide off of her arms, revealing the now silver dollar sized areolas and half inch diameter nipples which were now hard and pointing directly at him. She bit her lip as she glanced down, indicating that his lips and tongue had an urgent errand. From the earlier events, he decided this was going to be a very milky experience. 
	He pushed her back onto the bed and she leaned back against the assorted pillows. Rather than head directly for the nipples, he decided to toy with her as he kissed down her neck. She gasped when he kissed her upper chest and again when his lips reached the areola. As he was kissing, he noticed a sweet, cantaloupe flavor to the skin instead of the milky flavor he expected. She let out a whispered "ohgodyes" as his tongue circled the nipple. Finally having enough, she shoved his head into her chest and the nipple into his mouth. Almost immediately, a warm sweet liquid swirled around his mouth and she made noises like she was going to orgasm again. As he began sucking, he felt goosebumps rise along her back and grabbed her ass just in time for the show. After a minute or two, the flow stopped and he moved to the other breast.
	Three minutes and 2 orgasms later, Sara decided that it was his turn. She pulled off his shirt and made him take off his boxers before he laid down on his back. She turned her back to him, showing that athletic but curvy profile that drove him wild. Her smooth back thinned at her nice litle waste before expanding out into a curvy butt that held him mesmerized. She slowly pulled down her jeans and threw them across the room, then slowly turning around before pulling down her panties. As she moved towards the bed, her hands roamed up and down her body, pausing briefly at her breasts. Her eyes went wide with the jolt of pleasure that a little bit of pleasure now gave. 
	As soon she was on the bed, she looked down at his fully erect and throbbing equipment. She kissed his belly button before slowly working her way up his torso, kissing his skin along the way. As she reached his face, she pressed her chest into his and rubbed his penis with her vagina, getting them both nice and lubed for sex.
	She adjusted posture and sat up, getting ready for the cowgirl position, affording him a show and her complete control during sex. She then positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to her vagina and bore down on it, moaning in pleasure as his rigid member slid into her. When his penis was fully inside her, she paused a moment, reveling in the way that he filled her completely. 
	His hands moved up her thighs and paused at her hips, urging her to move up and down along the length of his penis. She complied as she moved his hands up her torso. His palms rested on her waist as she moved up and down with a slow, rhythmic motion. Her nipples were becoming erect and her breasts bounced a little more with each carefully controlled stroke. He moved his hands up to her breasts and was surprised by the warmth of her tits. As he cupped them, he could slowly feel the skin stretch as her breasts filled up more and more of his hands. He began massaging the warm orbs and wasn't terribly surprised when a wetness caused them to slip around in his hands. 
	She got up off of him and got onto all fours on the bed, presenting her rear, urging him to take her from behind. He slid his penis into her waiting vagina and began pumping in and out, slowly at first but gaining speed in response to her gasps and moans. Sara looked down and saw a stream of white drops dripping from her nipples onto the bed sheets. She immediately grabbed a loose blanket and bundled it under her chest before arching her back in another orgasm. Before the pleasure began ebbing, she felt Jake slam into her for a few final thrusts of his own before the final spasms of his penis signaled the end of this afternoon's romp. 

	Jake put his arms around Sara and drew her close, nearly nodding off to sleep before the next round. His hand slowly stroked her side, dragging his finger tips along her skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps and shivers. Cupping her breast in his hand, he felt it rise and fall with her breathing, but also expanding, filling as if by an internal flow from within. 
	Sara was in bliss, recovering from the glow of orgasm after orgasm triggered by this newest development in her chest. Jake's hand cupping her breast was radiating pleasurable feelings and she didn't care that his palm and finger tips seemed to catch on the skin. Sara didn't care about the increasing pressure centering around and behind her nipples. All she cared about was being able to have such amazing sex as soon as her man was ready.
	
	After Jake recovered, she dragged him into the shower to clean up from their milky escapade. Her roommate's music had stopped rattling the walls sometime after sex and she figured that Nyomi was headed out. 
	The hot water cascading down her body washed away the stickiness that the day's milking had left and she felt recharged. She slowly started soaping up his penis, waking it from its brief rest. As her slick hands moved up and down its hardening shaft, his hands moved up to her sides and towards her breasts. As he cleaned her tits, Jake noted that the small handfuls had grown substantially and grown much firmer than he remembered. A gasp escaped her mouth as he pressed hard and moved his hands around to her back, pulling her closer to him. He turned her back into the wall and lifted a leg, moving his penis into position for penetration.
	He let the drive for carnal pleasure take over and started pounding into her, lifing her up slightly with each pump. Her moans indicated that the pleasure was building within her and he moved his mouth to hers. Their passionate kiss was interrupted by the Sara's orgasmic screams and he had to hold her up to keep her from collapsing. 
	They turned off the water and began getting ready for dinner. As she was putting on a bra, a puzzled look crossed her face; she was overflowing the bra cups. She tried on another, and another, and every 34 B bra she owned did not fit. She decided to bundle herself into a stretchy sports bra and wore a baggy sweater. 
	"Lets go eat, I'm starving." Jake finished putting on his shoes and they headed out for a pizza dinner. 

	Once at the pizza restaurant, Sara started putting away the pizza in a way that would make a professional eater blush. She downed the better portion of a large pie that was meant to provide leftovers for lunch the next day. "Oh man, I don't remember this pizza being THIS good" Sara commented as she eyed the empty metal platter. 
	"You should really get your chest checked out, this wasn't normal."
	"I know, but it was fun, wasn't it? I'll go to the clinic tomorrow when its open." She moved her chair closer to his and began massaging his thigh. "But it feels sooooo good when you're holding my breasts, or sucking on them." She closed her eyes half at the memory of earlier and half at the sensations that were starting to emanate from her nipples. She leaned closer and whispered "Oh god, that was good sex today, its making me so horny just thinking about it" into his ear.
	Jake grabbed the receipt and quickly paid the tab before walking out to the car with Sara in tow. "Can you drop me off at my car? Its still on campus and I have a paper due tomorrow."

	During the drive, they tried to make small talk to take their minds off of that day's events, but all Sara could think about was the growing tightness of her sports bra. 
	After dropping Jake off at his car, she decided that she would go pick up some nursing bras. What was happening to her was a good thing and she wouldn't give it up for anything. At a long stop light, she pulled her arms into her sweater to pull them under the stretchy bra strap before pulling the bra off over her head. Small wet spots indicated that she would have to control herself while buying new bras. 
	
	Once inside the maternity store, she approached a salesperson and asked for a tape measure. 
	"Would you like me to help you fit a new bra?"
	"Sure, why not? I seem to be going through some... changes, and would like something with removable padding."
	As they were moving to the changing room, the clerk inquired as to how long ago the baby was born. Taken aback, she stammered something incomprehensible and the older lady seemed to understand. 
	In the fitting room, she held the tape across the back and said "Honey, you're still a 34, but you're certainly not a B-cup anymore, lets find out." Sara gasped as cold tape measure pressed into her titflesh. After bundling up the tape and noticing the white drops, the older lady said "You seem to have grown into a large-ish C cup, when was the last time you expressed yourself?" 
	"An hour or two ago."
	"Well, you should probably get a D or DD cup at the very least, you're going to need extra pads for the first few weeks, until you dry up." 
	Sara put her sweater back on over her naked torso and thanked the salesperson before heading over to the nursing bra section. She picked out a cute little blue and black lacey number, a forward fastening strapless, a pink one, and a few general purpose white and black bras. She also picked up some extra absorbent pads before checking out. 
	Once in the car, she put the strapless one on under her sweater and inserted the absorbent pads into the cups. She quickly looked around at the empty parking lot to make sure that nobody might have seen what she was doing and started the car for the drive home.

	Once home, Nyomi was watching TV on the couch, her hoodie stretched to its limit around her chest and two wet spots told Sara that she wasn't the only one who had been going through some changes recently too. Normally her 5' 7" frame wasn't fat, but pleasantly soft, with full hips and perky C-cup breasts. Her stomach was flat but not toned and her butt was round, but not overly so. Her black hair was pulled behind her ears, showing her pale face with full lips and blue eyes. In her lap was a beat up leather-bound tome opened to a page showing a circle similar to the one that Sara had seen Nyomi sitting in that few days prior.
	"Did you have fun with Jake today?" 
	Sara only blushed in response, her eyes settling on the wet spots in the hoodie's fabric. "Its happening to you too? Do you know what's going on?"
	"Umm, I think I might, but for now, I'm still nailing down the exact cause. In the meantime, you may not want to empty... those." Nyomi's eyes glanced down at her newly ample chest, indicating that she found that out the hard way. "You can pump them back down to your original size, but they'll just fill up again, bigger. You can still milk yourself, otherwise they'll drive you crazy, just don't empty them all the way." 
	Sara plopped down on the couch, wincing as her new assets bounced more than expected. She turned to her roommate and glanced first at her chest and then  the book in her lap. "Can I help you with anything?" It was Nyomi's turn to blush.
	"Yeah, I need to examine you, to see if your symptoms match mine."
	"Examine?"
	"Yeah, just a quick breast exam."
	Sara glanced suspiciously at her roommate but began pulling her sweater up over her head. While it was still covering her face and had her arms trapped, she felt Nyaomi push her over onto her back, fingers tugging at the bra clasps between the cups of the bra. Her roommates fingers peeled the moist pads off of her hardening nipples and almost immediately, a tongue and lips made contact with her right nipple. 
	Nyomi's tongue ring played along the areola and Sara moaned as the contact caused her milk to start flowing. Her protests at suckling her roommate and friend of three years dissolved in a sea of pleasure flowing from her chest. She felt her jeans being undone and Nyomi shifted as she slid a warm, soft hand underneath Sara's panties. As soon as the fingers made contact with her clit, pleasure shot from her toes to her scalp and only intensified as she began her rhythmic massage. 
	"Oh, Nyomi, oh, please no..." 
	Sara's protests had no effect other than to inspire the other girl to slip two fingers into her and begin pressing on her G-spot. Nyomi began using her thumb to stimulate the clitorus and her fingers to massage the G-spot. Nyomi moved to the left breast and began licking up the stream of milk that began leaking in the midst of all of the pleasure. A pleasurable warmth began spreading form Sara's crotch up through her torso and merged with that of her chest. She began gasping for air and arching her back as soon as Nyomi latched on to her aching nipple. 
	Her hands dug into the fabric of the couch cushions and she began tensing almost every muscle in her body. Heedless of noise complaints or decency, Sara tossed her head back and screamed in pleasure at the top of her lungs, the orgasm opening every pore in her body and causing sweat to pour out. Almost as soon as the first orgasm began to subside, another, more intense one hit her. This climax lead to another, and another. She was hardly aware of the fact that Nyomi had finished on her breast and was removing Sara's jeans.
	Nyomi took up a position between Sara's legs and began licking the juices from her vaginal lips. Sara moaned as the ever so slightly rough texture of her roommate's tongue slid over her clit, and gasped whenever the warm smooth metal ball made contact. She felt the tongue push apart her labia and slowly slide into her. Exploring the entrance, probing for pleasure points, the tongue moved further into her, filling her up more than any tongue should. The tip found her g-spot and sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her as it slowly swirled around the spot, pressing her from the inside. She quickly approached a final orgasm, every part of her felt extraordinary and the pleasure seemed to fill her very soul. Her orgasmic cries filled the room as she clenched her fists and curled her toes. This pleasure was the last thing that she remembered before passing out.

	Sara awoke to the sound of canned laughter coming out of the TV, she was aware that someone was laying on next to her, one hand on her breast. She looked down and saw the long black hair of her roommate and the memory of that evening flooded back. Nyomi looked up and said "Wake up, sleepy head, its my turn." A wicked grin flashed across her face and she sat up. The white t-shirt had two large wet spots that revealed two fully erect nipples with dark, palm sized areolas. Her breasts were huge, cantaloupe sized and seriously straining the fabric of the t-shirt.
	Sara's mouth began to water as her eyes fixated on the breasts, she licked her lips and lifted up the t-shirt. Nyomi took it off the rest of the way and smiled again. "No no no. First things first." Nyomi moved closer to Sara and puckered her lips. Sara got the hint and moved in for a quick peck. Her eyes went wide as Nyomi's arms moved around behind her and held her close. Their breasts pressed against each other, and both girls gasped as milk began flowing. Sara tasted the sweet milk on Nyomi's lips and her eyes went wide as her tongue found a way into her mouth. Sara kissed back, forcing he tongue out with her own and chasing it back into Nyomi's mouth. She withdrew and pushed Nyomi onto her back. 
	Sara moved down and latched onto the nipples, doing her best to quickly drain her roommate's breasts and trying to return the favor from earlier. Nyomi began fingering herself and bit her lower lip as she began to climax. The milk just kept flowing and flowing, Sara felt the sweet liquid flow down her throat and into her stomach, causing it to expand slightly. As soon as Nyaomi finished her first orgasm, she grabbed Sara's hand and moved it between her warm legs. Sara shifted as her belly pressed against Nyomi and she began massaging her roommate's shaved pubic mound. She slowly moved downward, towards her womanhood and began tweaking the clitoris through the hood. Nyaomi gasped and moaned as another orgasm quickly approached. The milk stopped flowing and Sara briefly glanced down, her eyes going wide at her expanded belly. "You have a job to do, get back to work." Sara focus shifted from her full tummy back to the task at hand.
	She lapped up the flow of milk and began sucking on the other nipple. With a mouthful of milk, she moved up to kiss Nyomi, whose eyes went wide when filled with the warm sweet liquid. She swallowed and threw her head back in another climax. Sara moved down and felt Nyomi's hands press her head onto the nipple, urging her to empty the breast of its precious liquid. Sara began grinding against Nyomi's thigh and felt the warmth spread from her crotch. The two of them began to orgasm at the same time and Sara released the nipple to gasp for air. When they were finished, Sara collapsed on Nyomi and started tracing circles around her nipple. 
	"Lets go get cleaned up and I'll tell you what I've found out."
	Sara got up and felt the liquid slosh around in her stomach. She looked down and her hands flew to her taut belly. Where once there were flat, toned abs, now there was the gentle curve of a second trimester pregnant woman. Her hands rubbed the skin, not believing what she was seeing. She felt two breasts press into her back and Nyomi slid her hands around to feel her stomach as well. "C'mon, lets go shower."
	Nyomi's room was awash in a sea of old books and parchment. It was evident that she had been searching for a cause and a cure in all of these ancient sources of knowledge. On the bathroom counter, there was a manual breast pump and all the assorted attachments and cups that went along with such a device.
	Nyaomi reached into the shower and turned on the water, waiting a bit for it to warm up and hopped inside, urging Sara to follow. It felt nice to wash away the stickiness and for the first time, Sara began to clean another woman's body. She moved slowly, spending extra time at the places that she liked Jake to linger. Nyomi began shivering and nearly orgasmed when she reached her breasts and Sara began kissing her neck. Nyomi pulled away and began soaping up Sara.
	"So, I think I've found out what is doing this to us. That spell you interrupted was a basic earth spell. I cast it for energy before a study session. But when you opened the door, a candle blew out, turning it into a summoning spell."
	"What? So we're possessed or something?"
	"No, not exactly, apparently I seem to have 'volunteered' us for something."
	"What?"
	Nyomi blushed and looked down, replying almost inaudibly "Fertility priestesses."
	Sara looked down at Nyomi's body and saw that her hips and butt were larger than she remembered seeing them a few weeks prior during the last beach trip of the season. She had a slight bulge above her pelvis, centered below her belly button. Her hair had grown a good six inches in the past few days and her breasts were slowly growing. Filling up with milk once more.
	She turned off the water and grabbed as towel for Sara. As she was drying off, she noticed that her belly had shrunk quite a bit, but her breasts seemed to take up the slack. They were about the size of softballs and beginning to ache. "Mind if I use your breast pump?" 
	"Not at all, I got you one as well, just in case." With that, Nyomi pulled a box from under the sink and shoved it in Sara's arms. She glanced down at Sara's chest and said "Go, you look like its getting pretty urgent... Or I could help you."
	"No, I'm good, I've had enough showers for one day."
	"Fine, suit yourself."

	End of Chapter 1