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FULLFILLMENT
by SapphireBlueHearts

Chapter 4

	Lucy stirred awake, feeling disoriented and confused.  She was on her couch, curled up under the quilt that usually stayed draped over the back of her mother's old rocking chair.  Her drowsy mind struggled to make sense of what had happened and what she had done during the previous evening.  There was a dull throbbing ache across her chest.

	She threw down the quilt and was amazed to see that her breasts had grown at least another cup size.  They were gigantic orbs of flesh.  She couldn't be sure at a glance, but she estimated that they were at least G-cups or larger.  She spotted her bra, discarded to the floor.  There was no way that she could even force her new tits into their old enclosure.  Fortunately, today was Saturday, and she'd have the weekend to relax before she had to worry about the how she was going to stay professionally dressed for work with her newly enhanced bosom.
	
	"Good morning, little moo cow," greeted Vincent, poking his head into the room.  "I've got some breakfast going.  I can't believe all the junk food you keep in your pantry."

	Lucy sat up, surprised to see Vincent, her huge breasts swinging as she jerked suddenly.  "Vincent!"  She was initially surprised, but now she remembered that he had been at the house with her the night before.  "Like you're one to talk, anyway.  You IT guys live off of Redbull and Funyuns."
	
	"How did you sleep?  You practically orgasmed yourself into a coma last night.  Was the milking that amazing?"
	
	Lucy looked down and sheepishly rubbed her neck.  "I think it was because I've dreamt of that moment for so long, Vincent.  It felt like all the stress of these past months culminated in that moment.  It was overwhelming, to say the least.  I'm actually a little embarrassed that I passed out with you here.  I take it you stayed the night?"  She had a sudden realization.  "You didn't sleep in my bed, did you?"

	Vincent shook his head.  "No, I slept in the room at the end of the hall."
	
	"That was my Dad's room," spoke Lucy softly, hugging her breasts, reminded of how much they still ached.
		
	"Oh, I'm sorry," started Vincent, but Lucy shook her head.
	
	"It's okay, Vincent.  I don't mind," explained Lucy.  "I'm actually a little happy to see you this morning.  I'm a little embarrassed that you've seen so much of me topless, though."
	
	"I really don't mind helping you.  In a way, I feel like I have a vested interest in your tits.  They've really grown, even since last night."
	
	Lucy rubbed them, surprised at how good it felt even to gently caress them.  "They're really hurting this morning."

	"The reason they probably hurt is because they're full.  Are you ready for another milking or do you want breakfast first?"
	
	Lucy shook her head.  "Let's eat.  I can wait another hour before we drain them."

	Vincent brought Lucy a plate of eggs, bacon, and hash browns.  As soon as she smelled it, she ravenously ate every scrap of food on her plate.  She couldn't believe how hungry she was, but she new it was her overnight growth that warranted it.

	Once breakfast was out of the way, Vincent applied the breast pump and helped Lucy drain her milk.  This time, Lucy didn't pass out, but the process drove her to an intense threshold of arousal.  She was so horny from the pump that she didn't even care that Vincent was watching as she slipped a hand into her panties and began easing a few fingers in and out of her hungry pussy.  She moaned loudly, rubbing her clit furiously while the pump slowly filled the reservoir jar with Lucy's milk.  She had nearly filled the jar by the time her breasts felt the pressure recede and her breasts were empty.  Vincent unhooked the pump and took it to the kitchen to clean it, and store the milk in the fridge while Lucy vigorously finished masturbating; culminating in a satisfying orgasm that forced Lucy to relax, limp against the couch.  As soon as she regained her senses, she blushed embarrassed at Vincent who was just standing there watching her.  It was clear that he had a swollen erection in his pants, and Lucy became self conscious.  "I'm really sorry, Vincent.  I need to learn to control myself during my pumping, but it just feels so damn amazing.  You have no idea."

	Vincent just smiled.  "Lucy, it's all right.  You just do what comes naturally to you, okay?  I'm here to help you.  In fact, I wanted to talk to you about possibly becoming your room mate.  After you fell asleep last night, I spent a little time walking around the house and seeing the property.  This whole place has such a warm, happy vibe.  I think I'd really like living here, if you'd have me.  I can pay my half of the utilities and property tax, and I can help you with your milking and with the meals."

	Lucy was surprised by his request.  She had imagined having a female roommate, but she had to admit that she wouldn't be looking forward to explaining her odd milking arrangement to a stranger, and Vincent did already know and seem to appreciate what she was going through.  "I guess that might be all right," she said softly, still tired from the driving orgasm.  "You can stay in my Dad's old room."

	Vincent gave her left breast a squeeze, causing Lucy to gasp in a sudden spike of pleasure.  "I knew you wouldn't say no."  He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, and returned with a small mason jar filled with a liquid.  He swirled it excitedly.
	
	"What's that?" asked Lucy, peering at it carefully.
	
	Vincent laughed.  "You ought to know, you made it after all!"  He handed her the glass.  "I thought you should give it a try.  This is the milk from your first pumping."
	
	Lucy held up the glass, continuing to examine it.  Vincent had only brought her a couple ounces of it; Just enough to taste it.  "This is... weird."

	Vincent said nothing, but smiled, watching her carefully as she slowly took a sip, gulping down the tiny shot of her own milk.  It was sweeter than she expected it to be, and not altogether unpleasant.  The fact that it had come from herself was slightly unsettling, but she had to admit that she enjoyed it.
	
	Vincent stared smugly at her, as though he were expecting something to happen.  Lucy glanced at him curiously.  In truth his staring was making her uncomfortable.  "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she said, smiling at Vincent, who continued to stare back uncomfortably.  Maybe allowing Vincent to live with her was a mistake.  It suddenly dawned on Lucy just how little she knew about Vincent, and here she was alone with him in her house, sitting on the couch, completely topless.  Just how had she slid into this odd predicament so quickly?

	Her stream of thoughts was interrupted by a sharp growing pain in her chest.  It stung like tiny needles jabbed in and out of her breasts, and there was a deep pulsating warmth that seemed to radiate out of her breasts and fill her entire body.  It was painful, yet pleasurable at the same time.  She slumped back, leaning her head against the couch and struggling to breathe as the warmth grew to pleasure, and the pleasure grew to ecstasy.  She clutched her hands to her large breasts, sending them buzzing with delight, even between the sharp stinging sensation.  Suddenly she distinctly realized her hands lurched.  It was a pulsing, rhythmic heaving in her chest.  Her breath quickened as she realized that her breasts were actually growing.  She could feel them in her hands, swelling and expanding.  The feeling was intense and she was so overwhelmed by it that her mouth stood agape, and her loins burned with a painfully severe desire.  It felt like a deliciously vile mix of anguish, terror, pleasure, and enrapturing joy.  She almost couldn't handle it, but at the same time she didn't want it to stop.  "V...Vin...Vincent... What's... happening to meeee?" she mewled, feeling her breasts slowly grow, eventually stopping, and the multitude of feelings slowly tapering off to a pleasant humming warmth.  She glanced down, and couldn't believe it.  In the course of a matter of moments, her breasts had swollen to at least an H-Cup; a full size bigger.
	
	"Wow!" commented Vincent, the grin of a 12 year old boy on his face.
	
	Lucy shook her head in disbelief, still feeling the arousal shouting from between her legs.  She temporarily ignored it and looked at Vincent. "What happened, to me?"

	Vincent shook his head, a smile still stretched across his face, and his pants tight with a rock hard erection.  "I don't know, Lucy.  You just grew, like a lot.  Do you think it was the milk, or do you think it was something your body was going to do anyway?"
	
	"How should I know!?" she shouted back, feeling her arousal starting to overtake her.  She just couldn't get over how incredible that sudden growth had felt.  Even as terrifying and foreign as it had been, there was a growing longing in the back of her mind that wanted to feel it again.  Still, she knew it was too dangerous, and she was more than happy now with her incredible bosom.  She had breasts that would make a porn star jealous, and she was destined for hungry stares from any man she passed for the rest of her life.  The thought only served to intensify her desire.
	
	She glanced down at her breasts; still buoyant, perky, and amazingly large.  They weren't saggy, and the tiniest movements she made caused them to jostle and sway.  It felt amazing, and she couldn't wait until Monday when she'd have a proper chance to show them off.
	
	She heard a muffled grunting sound and looked back at Vincent, horrified to see that he had already freed his erection from the confines of his pants and was vigorously jacking off; letting his hand slide up and down the shaft of his penis.  Lucy's horror quickly became compassion, which quickly grew into desire.  Vincent's cock was larger than she had expected; at least 7 inches long, and with a fairly sizable girth.  Seeing it swell up in his hand as he rubbed himself began to plant ideas in her mind about the things she could do to it.  It tickled her inside to know that her tits; her glorious, full breasts, had inspired a man to masturbate in front of her, just from witnessing her growth.

	She stood up and walked gingerly towards Vincent, who stared at her, mouth agape, and plopped back into the chair directly behind him.  He didn't say a word, as Lucy, driven by a lust she couldn't control, began to flatten her tits around the shaft of Vincent's cock.  It was hot and warm against her soft, flesh, and she enjoyed feeling it twitch and throb between her sensitive mounds.  She slowly gripped the sides of her breasts and gave out a deep sultry moan as she began to ease them up and down, rubbing Vincent's healthy manhood between her tits.  She giggled, watching his reaction.  He stood there with his eyes practically rolled back into his head, grunting and groaning with Lucy's manipulations.  The little noises he made only excited her more, and drove her to slide her warm breasts faster and faster against it; bouncing up and down as she tightly wrapped her milky tits around his hot, hard, member.

	A few more minutes of this, and Lucy felt the splash of hot sticky ooze splattering against her neck, and chest.  The cum dribbled down and pooled against her breasts.  Seeing that release in Vincent sent her into a frenzy, where her hand disappeared beneath her massive rack to finger herself quickly, reaching sexual release in a matter of moments.

	Vincent's dick began to grow limp and slid out from where it was nestled in Lucy's breasts.  He reclined back in the chair, and glanced at Lucy, his grin never subsiding.  "Wow...  That was... wow..."

	Now that Lucy's arousal-induced stupor began to fade, she started to realize just what she had done.  She looked down to see Vincent's sticky seed still dribbling down her breasts.  "Vincent we... We can't drink the milk.  There's something wrong with it."
	
	"I had a little of the milk before, and it didn't affect me at all.  Maybe when you drink it, it affects you differently.  Your breasts grew just from drinking a couple ounces of the stuff.  How did it taste?" asked Vincent as he returned his cock back to his pants, and letting his mind go wild with thoughts. "We should see what happens if you drink a whole glass!"

	"No!" shouted Lucy.  "We can't drink the milk.  That was too much.  I can't let my tits get any bigger.  They're wildly impractical as it is."  Even as she said it, the back of her mind was lingering on the memory of how pleasurable and intense it felt.
	
	Vincent nodded, looking a little disappointed.  "All right, I understand."  He zipped up his pants, and smiled at Lucy.  "I'm actually going to leave for a while, and head back home to pack.  You're okay with me staying here, right?"
	
	Lucy nodded, feeling strange with the realization that Vincent's semen was on her breasts.  She began to breathe a little heavily and sat down.  Vincent stood up and went to her.  "Are you okay, Lucy?  Do you need anything?"
	
	"No, Vincent.  I'm okay.  I think I might need a little food and rest.  The growth took a lot out of me."

	"Take it easy, then," he said, patting her on the back.  "Go take a shower and relax.  I'm going to go back to my home, pack a few belongings, and make arrangements to move out."

	Lucy watched Vincent leave and rubbed her neck.  Maneuvering around the house seemed more difficult, especially now that she had a hard time even seeing her feet.  She started the shower running, and climbed inside.  The water cascaded over her body.  Even the water turned her on as she felt the pressure of tiny droplets drumming against her breasts as she soaped them up and let the water rinse Vincent's sweet smelling cum away.  

	When she was done with her shower, she went out to go fetch the mail.  It was challenging to find something to wear.  She was forced to wear her largest T-shirt, which felt tight and stretched over her massive breasts.  Even without a bra, they held their form remarkably well; suspended by her powerful back muscles, which seemed to continue to grow in strength with every bit of growth.  No matter how heavy the breasts seemed to get, to Lucy they felt as light and as comfortable as anything.  Her rear end felt slightly fuller and tighter than before as well.
	
	She was pleased to find a package waiting for her that contained the larger bras she had ordered.  That would make work much more bearable come Monday, when she had to return to her job.  Hopefully her breasts wouldn't swell any more until then.  She was sure these new bras were going to be tight enough as it was.

	She spent the rest of the afternoon making an extra large lunch for herself, and taking a nap afterwards.  It felt so warm and cuddly to curl up and cuddle with her large, amazing new breasts, and it helped her fall quickly into a deep sleep.

	By the time she woke up, Vincent was back.  Her breasts were aching again, and she came to the room where he was busy unpacking a box, holding her breast pump and making an intentionally pitiful face.  "Vinnncent," she called in a cute, innocent little girl voice.  "Would you help milk me, pleeease?"

	Vincent smirked at her.  "Okay, I'm coming, little Moo Cow.  Just go sit on the couch."

	Lucy didn't have to wait for long before Vincent came in and hooked up her pump.  Lucy just leaned back and enjoyed it.  It always felt so incredible just to feel the sensation of her breasts slowly draining.  It was such a deeply satisfying feeling getting to experience these milkings.  She couldn't imagine how she had gotten through life without them.  She felt complete, aroused, and in pure bliss as she felt the aching fullness of her breasts slowly sucked away, and watched the jar attached to the pump gradually fill.  It dawned on her that it seemed to feel even better than that morning's milking because of how much larger and more sensitive her breasts had become in the short expanse of the day.  If they were to get even bigger, how much nicer might it feel?

	After the milking, Lucy and Vincent had some dinner.  He had been nice enough to bring home take-out from the little Chinese restaurant that was not far from the house.  It wasn't Lucy's favorite place to eat, but she was so famished by dinner time that she scarfed down her Kung-Pao chicken quickly and thoroughly.

	The rest of the evening was spent watching television.  Vincent had brought a number of his favorite Anime and movies to watch with Lucy.  She didn't really understand what was going on in them, but was still in such a satisfied bliss from the earlier milking, that she really didn't care.  Animated women with enormous breasts in skimpy clothing pranced around and fought monsters, but Lucy smiled contentedly, knowing even those gigantic busts had nothing on her new breathtaking rack.  She really couldn't wait until Monday when she would get to go to work, and be the envy of every woman in the office, and the object of desire for all the men.