WARNING! The following material is intended for mature audiences..., wait, let me rephrase that. The following is intended for adults 18 and older, no matter how mature they are. If you are underage and are reading this story, there is little I can do to stop you, except launch a cyber-nuke through your modem and fry your computer. Besides that, I am powerless. Oh, and the usual legal babble, don't steal my ideas without asking me first, especially the title, plot, and characters, they're mine. If you ask nicely, I will lend them to you if you give me credit. Blah blah blah. --- BREAST PUMP #1 in a series of short stories by; AGENT M "It's not fucking fair!" Julie collapsed onto her bed, sobbing. Her shoulder length brown hair fell around her pretty face, as she cried into her pillow. Her well toned body shuddered as she weeped atop her bed. "That stupid bitch! How can Brenda be such a fucking asshole?" The reason came to her mind. "Because she's popular, that's why!" Julie sat up, and wiped the tears off of her fresh young face. She looked at herself in the mirror. "It's not like I'm ugly or unpopular or anything." she thought to herself, as she looked over her well toned and fit body. Her tight jean shorts and small yellow T-shirt did indeed look good on her, except for one thing: her breasts. Although not tiny, at a full 34 A, she wasn't exactly huge. At 15 and 5'2, she was somewhat "petite". "God" she said, just thinking of the word. Although it described her well, to her petite meant flat chested. "I wish I had big tits, bigger than that fucking slut Brenda. Bigger than anyone else in the whole fucking school!" Just thinking about how perfect Brenda looked was enough to make Julie's blood boil. Prefect teeth, perfect blonde hair, perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect clothes, and perfect tits. Brenda had to have the most perfect chest in the world. She often gloated how heavy and sensitive her 36 DD's were, and how "They're such a pain, they're so heavy" and "God gave me a gift" or "They're still growing, I wish they would stop." The worst thing about her was that she often made fun of the "flat bitches" which, of course, included Julie. In fact, today she had spilled soda all over her chest, and Brenda had yelled out "Dry them off before they shrivel up even smaller!" This would be bad in school, but she had yelled it in the mall's food court, with all of her friends watching. She was so embarrassed, she ran out crying, until she came home and threw herself onto her bed. But now, her mood had changed. Instead of sadness, she was angry as hell. In fact, she was so angry that she punched the wall beside her open closet door. "Ow! Shit! That hurt!" As Julie rubbed her battered knuckles, a small cardboard box fell from the top shelf, and onto her foot. "Ow! What the fuck is this?" She bent over and picked up the small cardboard box. It was about the size of the top of a CD case on all sides, roughly 6" by 6" by 6". On the outside, it said BREAST PUMP, and had a picture of a little yellow pump with milk in a small container. Curiously, she opened the box, and took out the pump. It was just like the one on the box: A yellow plunger with a sort of funnel on the front, and a small bottle-like container screwed into the bottom. "What's this doing in my closet?" she asked herself, as she examined the little yellow pump. Looking back in the box, she found a small piece of paper, with instructions written on it. Basically, it said that when you're lactating, you put the funnel over your nipple, pull the plunger, and your breast milk would collect in the container. Julie then noticed the small warning label below the instructions: WARNING. Do not push plunger INWARDS when container is FILLED. May cause bloating to the breast, areola, and/or nipple. "Bloating breasts? This could blow up my tits?" Julie read the message again. "There's no way that would work, it's impossible..., but, it wouldn't hurt to try." She smiled, as she ran out into the kitchen. Luckily, her parents were gone for the week, and her brother was at summer camp, so she had the house to herself. She quickly grabbed the carton of milk out of the refrigerator and pulled off her small yellow top, exposing her small perky breasts. Because her breasts were so small, and because they were still perky and firm, she had no need for a bra. She unscrewed the small container, and carefully poured some milk into it, spilling a little. After screwing it back onto the pump, she pulled the plunger back, and placed the funnel end over her left nipple. "Oohhhhhh" she moaned, feeling the cold plastic against her breast, which caused her tiny little nipples to get hard. She slowly pushed the plunger inwards, as an odd feeling swept over her left breasts, feeling somewhat tight, and cold. "Mmmmmmmmm, this feels good" she moaned, as she pressed the pump rather quickly, causing her to gasp. Soon, she couldn't push it in any farther, and a film was all the was left of the milk in the bottle. She removed the pump with a loud sucking sound, and was amazed at what she saw. Her left breasts was visibly bigger than her right one! "Holy shit! It does work! Even my nipple and areola is bigger!" She cupped her tits in her hands, comparing their size and weight. "And it's even more sensitive! But, what about my other tit? It didn't grow at all." She tried pressing on it, squeezing it, even smooshing them together, well, as far as an large A cup and a small B cup can be pressed together, anyways. "I must have to fill each tit one at a time..., I wonder if I can take the milk back out?" She put the funnel back over her nipple, and pulled the plunger back. She could feel the suction pulling on her tit, and could even feel the milk squirting out of her tiny pink nipple. "So that's how it works. But, It'll take me forever to get big tits with this little container." She looked in the recyclable bin, and saw what she was looking for: some pop bottles. "Let's see...," she said to herself, as she picked up a small 600ml Pepsi bottle. "Hmmmmm, that would make me about..., a triple D cup! That's even bigger than that stupid whore Brenda, and on my small frame, they'll look huge!" Within a few moments, Julie had a large plastic funnel and was filling two plastic Pepsi bottles full of milk. "I can't wait to see the look on that Brenda bitch's face when she sees these!" Just as before, she placed the small plastic pump onto her left tit, only this time she screwed in one of the Pepsi bottles instead of the dinky little container. Slowly, she pressed the plunger inwards, and was startled as milk gushed quickly into her swelling boob. She could feel her breast actually growing larger, pressing against the pump, her skin becoming tighter, her nipple and areola swelling as well. "Ohhhh god! This feels soooooo gooood!" She moaned, as her right hand stroked her rapidly swelling milky white tit flesh. She was experiencing sensations unlike anything she had ever felt before, it felt so good to grow. She was so lost in the feelings, that she didn't even notice how big it was getting, or how much milk was left, all she cared about was how good it felt. Her sweet mound was really damp, and her breath began to quicken, just as the plunger hit bottom. Julie opened her eyes, and gasped loudly. She pulled off the pump, and let her mammary free. It looked so huge, especially compared to her right breast. Her left tit as still firm and perky, and seemed to defy gravity, although it did hang down a bit. She lifted it with her hand, marveling at it's weight. She let it drop, and stumbled forward. Looking in the mirror, she almost pissed herself. She looked the same, except she had one A cup tit, and what appeared to be an E cup tit! "Fuck! I'm a freak!" she thought out loud. "... but not if the other one was the same size too!" Just as before, she placed the pump onto her breast, only this time it was her right one, and screwed in the other bottle of milk. Just as before, her tit swelled, although this time more quickly, causing a large wet spot to form on her shorts. She marveled at her new form, cupping them, caressing them, posing in front of the mirror. Each tit was almost as big as her head, if not bigger! Her nipples were the size of her middle finger tip, and swelled even larger as she rolled them between her fingers. Her areola were the size of the base of a glass, with large bumps all over the sensitive rosy pink flesh. "I can't wait to play with these!" she giggled, as she ran to her bedroom, where she fingered herself and played with her new additions until she passed out from exhaustion. Julie woke up to the sound of birds chirping in her backyard, and her neighbour mowing his lawn. Julie's mind was still a bit fuzzy, but something seemed odd. Not only was her breasts and pussy sore, but she felt as if something was pressed against her chest. "Fuck off Chester!" she grumbled, as she attempted to swat at her cat. When her hand struck her right tit, everything came back to her in an instant. "Holy shit! I forgot about my tits!" She sat up in bed, her huge globes swaying back and forth. She stood in front of the mirror, posing some more. Her breasts were still there, and still large, although now they felt..., heavier, and seemed to droop a bit more. Also, they were hurting her back slightly, but she didn't care. She quickly went through her closet, and searched for something to wear. Finding something for her lower half was simple, a bikini bottom and a pair of shorts. Finding something to cover her massive chest was a bit harder. All of her bras were obviously too small for her now. She giggled, as she placed the cups of one of her bras over her new tits, the cups barely able to cover her areola. She finally settled on a somewhat large top, which before was like a sweater, was now like something a slut would wear. Her tits were so big, the shirt actually stretched across her chest, warping the words on the front. Ironically, it said GOT MILK? on it, distorted and warped around her massive mams. The bottom of it reached just below her tits, exposing her firm flat stomach. "There's no way I can go out like this! I'm too fucking big!" Julie walked to the kitchen, her new chest somewhat distracting. Not only did it move too much due to her bralessness, but it bumped into things, and she couldn't even see her feet! She grabbed the pump off of the table, pulled her shirt off of her tits, and placed the funnel end on her right nipple. But something was wrong. When she pulled back the plunger, it did suck her tit, but nothing came out. She tried and tried again, switching breasts, but with no avail. Not a single drop of milk came out. "Shit! It must have somehow turned into really boob! How am I going to explain this to my parents? My friends? My boyfriend?" A cool gust of wind blew in from an open window, and across her naked flesh, causing her to shiver as her nipples became erect. "Well..., I bet he won't mind all that much..., I may as well enjoy myself." She smiled, as she walked back to her bedroom. If you have any complaints, or really like my first BE short story, write to me at agent_m1@hotmail.com and I will try to get back to you. Hopefully, this will not be my last. And remember: "If money can't buy happiness, I guess I'll have to rent it." "Weird Al" Yankovic This is the Life