The following story is adult in nature. If you are under 18
DO NOT READ!
We had just moved in to a new house out in the country. Suzy and I had always said that after getting a house we would try to have a kid. Suzy had been on the pill for eight years. So at the request of her OBGYN she went off the pill at least six months before she tried to get pregnant. This left me with only rubbers and "not so rough sex" so as they would not break. It kinda sucked at first, but things started to get interesting.
Her OBGYN had mentioned that after eight years of the pill, her body would change in several ways as her natural hormones went back to work. The doctor mentioned that some slight weight gain/loss may occur along with her breasts feeling tender at times and their size may change a bit and mood swings. Standard doctor lines for this type of change in her body.
Towards the end of the first week, her breasts were a bit swollen and tender, just as the doctor said. It was nothing much, just as if her had gotten her period. She bitched a little but I just wrote it off as normal, so did she.
By the second week, her breasts were much larger. Her normal size of 36C was now a 36D. Her bras barely fit her, and she had to go shopping that weekend for a few new ones. She picked a few out, and tried them on and that was that. Or so we thought.
All week long she was complaining about her tits. I didn't mind at all being a life long breast man. Wednesday they were now red, swollen, and almost hot to the touch. It took all her effort not to 'fall' out of the bras she had brought just a few days ago. She decided to take off from work, and go straight to the doctor's and have herself examined. We both felt this was the right thing to do. After all her health was most important to us. The doctor said "Well, it's rare but sometimes things like this happen. It's your body reacting to its own hormone levels. Your breasts should "calm" down in a week or two." We both took the good doctors' word.
Saturday morning her tits were very swollen. You could see that her nipples had now changed shape, color, and texture, from near flush to long and fat. Normally they were a light pink color - now they were bright red, puffy, and stuck straight out. We both wrote it off; after all, the doctor said her breasts would return to normal in a week or so. I stayed home, and she went to the gym.
At the gym she was almost through with her workout. The last machine she had to use was the "pecs blaster". It's a machine where you sit up, and place your arms out to the side and pull them in towards your body. Almost like you're trying to fly. She was totally hot, sweaty, and bothered by her tits getting in the way of her workout. She closed her eyes, and started to count out 40 reps. By 10 she was feeling very hot on her chest. Somewhere around 20 she could really feel herself sweat. Her tits started to tingle. She felt like she was going to cum. She felt like buckets of sweat were pouring down her chest. She began to sigh. It was not sweat, but milk that had begun to drench her tank-top and flow down her stomach into her crotch. She had a small puddle in her crotch against the seat. The sheer force of the exertion had caused her breasts to open up and give way to her raging hormones. She looked down, and was soaked. Everyone was looking her way, it was just too much for her. It looked like someone had spilled a quart of milk down the front of her. I felt really bad for her.
Suzy then decided enough was enough, and she broke down and got a small hand-powered breast pump. She figured that if she could milk herself in the morning she could get through the day ok. After all, it had taken her a week to build up to the point where she would "leak" in public.
That worked for about a week, until we woke up the following Sunday to find her breasts were now bigger than ever, and I could almost see veins starting to form under her drum tight skin. We also awoke to a nice-sized wet spot on her side of the bed. She had lactated during the night, probably from sleeping on her stomach. (I thought I had a wet dream at first, after all this was a dream come true for me!) She bitched about it, but I shook it off. This was starting to drive me wild. And she went into the shower. When she came out to get dressed she went to put on the bra. It would not fit! Her areola alone would peek out of the tops of the bra lace! She then milked herself in a hurry. Her hands started to cramp up from the pumping action. After 8oz in the cup, it was full. She filled it, and that was just one breast. She milked her other breast, and tried the bra on again. It still didn't fit! So she went out shopping again.
Her normal bra size of 36c had swelled into a full cupped 40e. They normally were a little soft and mushy, now they had transformed into rock-hard, firm milk sacks of joy. The only bras she could find in her new size were nursing bras. She felt kinda weird about shopping in the maternity stores in the mall. Her "new" breasts swayed and clinged into the nursing bra. She loved how her arms brushed against the side of her tits when she walked. Nursing bras were now her only choice for comfort and size. She could "express" herself at will, and often she would walk around the house with the flaps of the bra undone. This allowed her breasts to hang free out front, but still have some support. Her back was killing her and I sympathized with her. Not so much for the back pain, but having to buy new bras every week.
Her nipples were twice their normal size, and were extremely sensitive to the touch. At the slightest breeze they would perk up, and almost poke out of the Velcro bra flaps. Her areola had perked up, and puffed out. Together they stuck out about 3/4" from the rest of her boobs.
Suzy's condition had led her to only a few forms of full relief. Her red-hot tits wanted only one thing, to let themselves flow free. I brought her home a small electric breast pump from a baby store. She would run the pump for an hour or so a day, relieving her briefly from the expanding tissue in her chest. This was a losing battle. She was getting bigger with each passing week. Her body would just get more efficient at producing the lovely milky breast juice, and she had slimmed down a bit in the process. She had to drink a gallon of fluids a day to keep from getting dehydrated. This was fine with her as she had to stop going to the gym out of embarrassment.
I thought she was starting to get a grip on the whole thing. For a few days she had a nice little schedule set up. Suzy could go about her day as long as she ran the pump twice a day, usually in the morning after taking a shower, and around 3.
She had now arranged to work from home with her boss via computer. At work it was hard for her (and her male co-workers) to get anything done. Work was pretty formal at the bank. She had to wear a skirt, and a blouse with a jacket. Her expensive suits were not fitting her at all. Her tight tits wanted out of the blouse and jacket. Often she would have to leave the jacket undone. Her massive mams jutted free, the jacket fell to the sides of her body. This only made her look bigger. The fabric between her tits and arms squeezed her tits closer together.
She would go into the bathroom and get the pump from the closet. She kept a fresh set of batteries with it. She would often burn up a set on just one breast. She would walk out to the living room and turn on General Hospital or some morning talk show. She'd sit down and take off her top. Carefully she would undo the Velcro flaps. Any sudden movement would make her tits start to flow full-force. Then she would place the pump up to her swollen nipple, and turn it on.
The new pump was amazing to watch. It was made to 'suck and release' over and over. She would moan and sigh, and the milk passed through her ducts and into the pump's measuring cup. "Chachunk, chachunk, chachunk" it would go. It was damn near silent.
It would take about a half hour per breast to pump it near-dry. She would have to empty the pump's reservoir once at first, now she was up to three times that amount - almost a full 24 oz. And remember, that was two times a day!
At first it worked, but like I've said, she just kept getting bigger and bigger. Her swollen 40e's could shrink down to a mere 39d after being drained. They would also lose some firmness and feel cooler to the touch. That was only a short term gain.
She rarely got a full night's sleep, the football sized milksacks attached to her chest would often weep sweetness during the night. She could only sleep on her back now, and she started to think about wearing one of the bras to bed. She tried it, but it really hurt. So she went "solo" at nights.
A full month had gone by now. That Friday night we talked about how we had not had sex in a few weeks. She said it was because of her bloated breasts. I agreed. I was still horny as shit. After all this was my lifelong dream. It was starting to piss me off, but I knew she could not control her body. It just had to take its course.
That morning she woke up, lying on her back with a nice warm puddle of milk. I opened one eye and saw that her mams were almost throbbing with the beat of her heart. They were! And every time it happened, her milk would weep down to her hormone-induced cleavage. She was totally horny, and willing! She was fingering herself under the covers. Something had happened that night and she was ready to get fucked!
I rolled over next to her, she could feel my manhood burning next to her soft thigh and said "Say, I hear you got some milk for sale!?" Suzy replied "Yup! Fresh squeezed! Hop on and try a sample!". Without any hesitation I sat on her belly, and just barely touched the side of her left tit. Boob juice hot from the tap nailed me right in the eye! We laughed and that sent fountains of breast milk into the air! I took a few sips from between her mounds and was pretty surprised! Her milk was sweet, almost sugar-like.
I rolled her over on her front, she was on her hands and knees. I rubbed my cock against the crack of her ass. She started to pant, and sigh. I then grabbed my dick and started to probe her now-wet pussy. It had tightened in the past month. I placed the head of my penis into her love-hole, and grappled her tits. I could feel her nipples get bigger. They started to open up. It felt like hot lava flowing onto my hands, she started to cum. I thrust my cock far into her - she came just then. I was so blown away that I came too! As I pumped my semen from my swollen nuts, she would lactate in sync! Every pump of my cock sent her tits into overdrive! It was blowing my mind! Her pillow was soaked solid. We laid there both drained of energy. I dozed off as always, Suzy was wide awake now and took a shower.
I heard the shower as I lay in bed, thinking about the awesome sex we just had. I was starting to get hard again just thinking about her milky melons.
Suzy stepped out of the shower and toweled off. She looked in the mirror, and bent over to put on her panties. She stood back up, and glanced into the mirror again. Her tits were soaked again. She could see definite veins in her swollen chest. She wiped off again, and bent over to put on her bra. Her tits sluggishly moved under their own weight. Like two pendulums they swayed down to her hips. Suzy gasped!
Her milk-buds had just opened up and started leaking like two watering cans! The bath mat was drenched. She quickly struggled to fit into her nursing bra. The flaps had to be open just to fit, then she would press as hard as she could just to get them to close. She pressed as hard as she could - milk was spraying from under her hands onto the mirror and the shower curtain. No matter how hard she pressed she could not get the bra to fit! Her nipples alone now stuck a full 1" from the end of her tits! She threw herself back into the shower and tried to pinch her nipples to get more milk to come out. After about 10 minutes, she tried on the bra again. It fit, but barely. She ran back into the bedroom, grabbed one of my tee-shirts and yelled out that she was going to out and go shopping again, I figured for a few new shirts. Her "new" body had left her with only a few clothes she could wear. It was kinda funny, all her skirts still fit, but as for the tops - forget it.
I got up and blearily stepped into the shower. There was still water in the bottom of the tub. "Fucking tub, never drains" I thought to myself. Looking down, I did a double take, it was milk! There was 2" of fucking milk in my shower! Holy shit! I had to jerk off right there! I could smell her everywhere in the shower. Milk had even sprayed up on the ceiling!
I heard the car door shut. Her car had motorized seatbelts. Suzy turned on the car and the belt came back. It pressed firmly between her mams. The center bra strap fought to hold strong. She went down the street and leaned over to turn on the radio. THWAPP! Her left bra strap just gave way to gravity. The sudden force started her right nipple to weep. She sped up. The left tit just gave way, and she started to lactate full force! The tee-shirt was soaked from nipple to nipple, and all the way down. Finally she arrived at the maternity store at the mall.
She ran inside and grabbed a box of nursing pads, and grabbed the biggest bras they had. She tried to dry off with the pads, just long enough to get a couple bras on. The only one that fit, they biggest one they had, the 45ff was all that would do! She stuffed 2 pads in front of each nipple, paid for the bra, and came home. She sped home. She could not believe that her once "normal" 36c's had now blown to beach-ball sized 45ff's! Also running through her mind was the fact that "this was the end of the line" for bras, after this, she didn't even know what to do.
Frantically running about the store she saw a breast pump in the display case. The "Lact-O-Master 1000" was an 120v AC vacuum pump that had two cups that went over the breasts and then over to a two quart container. "Without a doubt, the fastest way to store milk!" stated the box. Without hesitation she used her credit card and came home.
All the way home she could feel the pressure from her milk pressing against the inside of her breasts. She pulled up the drive, I was sitting down on the couch watching TV. Opening the door I saw the big box in the bag from the mall. She quickly said "I'm sorry, I HAD to get it, this is getting crazy.". I agreed, it really was the only thing she could do, this or just lie down all day. Her back was REALLY killing her. You could really see her straining just to walk around.
"Here, put this together," she asked.
"Sure, anything for you, Hon." I replied. She went upstairs, and I got up and looked at the box, and opened it.
The first thing I saw about the pump was its sheer weight. Christ, the pump itself must have weighed about 3 lbs. The "milking cups" were thick clear lexan. The tubing was hard clear plastic tubing, and the measuring jar was made of hard clear plastic with a twist-lid. I was amazed at the size of the rubber o-ring that sealed the lid! It must have been 1/4" thick!. The picture on the box showed a mother relaxing, reading while having her breasts pumped. I assembled the pump as the directions said.
WHAM! The door flew open! Suzy came running into the room, boobs flying and milk dripping. "Hook me up quick!" she yelled. Her breasts were just dripping with milk. "Oh GOD it hurts!" she screamed. I flicked on the pump and pressed the cups to her swollen nipples.
FFFFRRRREEEETTTTOOOpppppp the cups started sucking at her tits. "Oh. Oh.. OOOOOooohhhhhh...." she moaned "The pressure.... it feels so good..." Instantly the suction tubes filled with her liquid, and the jar was starting to fill.
"Jesus! It's almost full!" I exclaimed. Her massive breast flesh sitting on her knees as she sat in the living room recliner. I popped in another jar and went to the kitchen to rinse this full jar of milk out. I stopped just out of her view, and took a swig. It tasted beautiful!
"Whhhheeennn is this going to stop?!" Suzy yelled at me. "I'm at my last bra size!"
"I don't know!" I yelled back, hoping this would never stop!
The End (For Now!)