Warning: This story contains growing breasts, lots of milk, and nontrivial quantities of snogging.� If such things offend thee, read no further, and seek your entertainment elsewhere.� For all the rest of you, please do read on.

10 Days in the Life of a Librarian, Part IV

by: Kodos

Day 7

����������� I woke up; my head was still spinning- how much had I had to drink last night?� Damn, had I slept through my alarm- how late was I?� Oh, right, it was Friday, and since I'd worked Saturday, that meant a nice, long weekend for me.� I nuzzled my face into my pillow; after last night I could use a day or two to recover- my stomach was still a little unstable after everything I'd stuffed myself with last night, so I was just going to stay here under the covers, nice and cozy, until I either felt like I'd sobered up enough for breakfast, or until I started leaking milk all over my sheets.� I rolled over, and found myself laying on top of something very warm, wobbly, and uncomfortably tight.� I bolted upright-way too fast- the room was still reeling as my boobs struck me in the face before falling with a heavy slap against my chest.�

����������� I was fucking huge.� My tits looked at least twice the size they'd been last night, bulging out several inches wider than my chest, and hanging full and heavy against my belly.� I got up, pulling my robe around as much of me as it would cover and, still more than a little woozy, and staggered over to the mirror.� I shrugged the robe off my shoulders as I stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape, trying to drink in just how enormous I'd gotten over night.� Full and round and fat, my breasts hung to just a couple inches above my belly button, an unbroken line of inviting cleavage running from my neck to my navel.� I stared at my sea of pale, tremulous flesh, as my rosy nipples plumpening up in the cold morning air, and I shuddered as my areolae grew tight and rimpled.

����������� I touched them, trying to grasp just how huge my boobs were becoming; it was unreal, so much jigglesome womanliness that I couldn't have covered it all up if I'd had ten hands instead of two.� Through the haze of my hangover, something else began to beg for my attention.� My shoulders were starting to ache, not quite painfully, but insistently; I could feel the muscles on either side of my neck already getting tired just from a few minutes of supporting my freshly-enlarged bosom.� I could even feel it in my breasts, a tightness in my skin that had nothing to do with having grown too fast for their own good, or even being overburdened with milk; they were just so heavy, I could feel their skin, the fat, the milk glands within them straining gently to support their own weight.� It was getting uncomfortable, but it was also kind of turning me on.� I let my robe slip from my hips, and appraised my naked reflection.

����������� Damn, they looked even bigger when I could see the rest of me.� I'd always thought of myself as a pretty solidly-build woman, not like I should have been wrestling yaks in Mongolia or something, but I was no little slip of a thing either, but now, I couldn't tell if my boobs looked way too big for the rest of me, or if I looked too skinny for my boobs.� I reached under my bust and lifted as my breasts spilled out around my arms, their vista of voluptuousness becoming even more impressive as I hoisted them upwards.� They were even heavier like this; each one felt like it had to weigh twenty pounds by now, my arms were getting sore after just a minute of supporting them.� Well, maybe it didn't help that I was still feeling kind of wiped out after last night; I really needed to go and get some water or something and see if I could stomach a little something to eat.� Did I have any bacon?� I felt like bacon would help.

����������� Not thinking, I let my boobs drop, and they slapped against my body so hard it nearly knocked the breath out of me, their undersides stinging from the impact.

����������� �Oops, sorry girls,� I said as I rubbed them apologetically, �I'm still learning to take care of you two, now that you're all grown up like this.� I'll try to be more gentle next time; you're only getting bigger, after all.�

����������� Fat drops of milk rolled down the mirror in front of me.� I gave one of my boobs a tentative squeeze and sprayed even more against the glass.� Even if I wasn't quite full to bursting, I already had plenty in there, and that gave me an idea that made me positively quiver with anticipation.

����������� I came back to bed, climbed under covers still warm with body heat, carefully took my right breast in my hands, and drew it to my mouth.� It worked; my boobs were more than big enough now.� My nipple felt hard and hot against my lips, thicker than my little finger and maybe half as long, and I could already taste the sweetness dripping from it.� I squeezed it between my lips until it almost hurt- I already felt like I could come any second- and sucked.� A gush of milk spurted into my mouth as pleasure burst inside my body; if I hadn't been nursing a very large mouthful, my scream would have echoed off the walls.� Instead, it was little more than a stifled moan, as I found that one hand was enough to keep my milky udder in place, and my other was free to attend to other concerns.�

����������� I came and came again, as I slipped wet fingers between my thighs and sucked on my milk-laden breast.� It tasted so incredible, filling my mouth, flowing down my throat as I struggled to keep up with its eager flow, and the warmth of it in my belly was more satisfying than anything I could have found in the kitchen.� I kept at it, thrashing and tangling myself in the sheets so hard a couple times my nipple pulled free from my mouth, sending a stream of white droplets arcing across the bedroom before I could recapture it between my lips.� At last I was spent, feeling comfortably full, more sober if not more clearheaded, my bedclothes soaked with sweat as I looked down at my chest.

����������� My right breast lay soft and fat against my body, but my left one rose fully two inches higher, rounder and more firm, a sympathetic stream of white dribbling from its peak.� Could I handle that much more of this?� I was eager to find out.

����������� I switched sides, my right hand finding its way between my legs, while my left heaved my milk-swollen mammary into position.� My fingers were still slick with my body's heat; the scent of it made me made me shiver with desire, but I managed to catch my other breast between my lips.� Milk surged into my mouth again, dripping past my lips as I tried to gulp it all down.� Tears rolled down my cheeks; my entire body was ablaze with bliss, so much pleasure I felt like it was going to tear me apart.� I came until I was too sore to move, and sucked until my belly was just as taut and full as the night before, and the last thing I remember doing was carefully tucking my breast back in place, as I pulled the covers up to my chin and rolled over, the warmth of my soft, jigglesome bosom underneath me sending gentle quivers of contentment through my body as I drifted off to sleep.

����������� It was a couple hours later, just before noon, when I woke up.� It took me a minute to collect my senses; my head was clear, my belly still pleasantly full of milk while my breasts were pleasantly less than glutted with it, and aside from the fact that my bed reeked of sweat, milk and sex, I felt like absolutely wonderful.� I climbed out of bed and looked in the mirror again, beaming this time as I surveyed myself, the state of my hair alone enough to make clear how I'd been entertaining myself all morning.� You know what?� I was fucking hot.� I had a pair of huge, fat melons, the whole day off, and I'd just spent all morning in bed making myself come until I'd passed out.� I was ready to go out and conquer the world, but first I needed a shower.

����������� The hot water falling against my back soothed away aches I hadn't known I had; I discovered the moment I stepped into the shower that letting the water spray my breasts was more stimulating than I was ready for right now, especially when I set the showerhead to 'deep massage' and almost screamed, trying to gather my tits up in my arms and shield them from the pounding assault as I fumbled to turn the shower away.� After that, though, it was good.� I got my hair washed until it was smooth and light, and just kind of stood there, enjoying the feel of the shower patting against my shoulders and backside, while I watched the little rivers cascading down over and between my breasts.� I was a strange but welcome luxury to spread them apart and find that a lot of my chest and tummy underneath were still dry,� and I could have spent hours exploring the ways my slippery boobs could slide past my fingers and fall against my body.� The water was finally getting cold; I knew we should have gotten a bigger water heater, but I didn't need to spend all day in the shower playing with myself anyway; there was world-conquering to do.

����������� I felt another twinge as I dried myself off, and there was a lot more to dry off than I was used to; as much fun as having huge boobs was, I definitely needed some support if I didn't want to wind up with back problems, and as much fun as milking myself by hand- or mouth- was, if I wanted to make it through work next week without all my coworkers thinking I was having wild sex in the ladies' room, it might not be a bad idea to go and buy myself a breast pump so I could take care of myself at the library.

����������� I checked the weather on my phone as I pawed through the closet.� Seventy-two?� Hot damn, I could actually dress to impress today!� I stepped into the laciest pair of panties I owned, and then a pair of shorts almost too short to wear out in public.� Oof- they hadn't been this hard to button back in June; had I really put on that much weight since fall started?� I found a t-shirt that fit pretty tight even before my recent developments, kind of retro, white with red bands around the sleeves and neck.� After I finally managed to cram my tits inside of it, I smiled.� It was stretched to the point that not only could I see my nipples straining against the cotton cloth, but it was stretched so obscenely tight that I could see my areolae bright and rosy through the white material.� It was so tight I could hardly breathe, and when I inhaled, I could feel stitches straining not to pop all down my sides.� It was perfect, and as I felt a familiar soreness smoldering in my shoulders, I knew exactly where I needed to go next.

����������� It was a warm and sunny say as I stepped out the front door and onto the driveway, my barely-restrained boobs wobbling deliciously every step of the way.� As much as fun as it was to be out and about with only a thin layer of fabric between the eyes of the world and my big, milky breasts, the way my t-shirt was rubbing against my nipples and the sheer amount of weight now suspended from my chest were going to get uncomfortable in a hurry, so I tried not to have too much bounce in my step as I climbed into the car.� Just getting buckled in was a new experience with tits this big- I tried threading the seatbelt in between them, but that just made them bulge out so far to my sides that I could barely reach the steering wheel, and it was just one more thing to chafe distractingly against my tender breasts while I drove.� With a sigh, I leaned forwards, squashing my boobs against the wheel even harder, and slipped the shoulder strap behind my back; I might not be well-protected, but at least I'd be more comfortable.

����������� The drive to the lingerie shop went by in a moment- every stoplight was an opportunity for me to beam at the other drivers around me and inhale deeply, every bump in the road a reminder of just how voluptuous I'd been getting lately.� I pulled into the lot, bounced through the door, and marched up to the counter.� Dammit, the girl from the other day wasn't in.� Oh well, it was probably for the best this way; in the light of day I felt silly for thinking I'd be able to dominate her puny mind purely through the force of my stupendous bosoms.� Instead there was a slender fair-haired young woman at the counter, who did her best not to stare as I jiggled up next to the register and said, �Good morning, I need to buy a bra,� before glancing down at my cleavage as if she might otherwise miss the urgency of my request.

����������� �Holy Moses, those are the biggest tits I've ever seen in my life; I'll go find you something before those bloated melons get you arrested for public indecency,� is what she probably wanted to say, but politely didn't.

����������� �Of course, ma'am; let me just get my measuring tape and we'll see about getting you fitted with something right away,� was what she thoughtfully decided on instead.

����������� I'd never been a ma'am before; even at the most formal, clerks and cashiers never went beyond �Ms.� and I wondered what called for this strange new respect.� Had my dream been closer to the mark than I realized, and my boobs somehow radiated some weird aura of power that compelled lesser mortals to bow and scrape before me?� Or were my tits just so huge that she'd barely even looked me in the eye just now, and assumed my more matronly bust was worthy of a woman of more years than myself?� I shook my head; it was probably just experience talking.� I bet really busty women are the most demanding customers at shops like this, just like I had been fantasizing about being; a little extra deference had probably saved this girl a demand or two to talk to her supervisor when she couldn't guess someone's measurements at first glance, or had helped keep things civil when she'd had to tell a particularly well-endowed client that they didn't have her size in stock right now.

����������� �Here, ma'am,� she said, producing a measuring tape from under the counter and pulling a notepad from her pocket, �Would you prefer to do this in the fitting room, or just out here on the floor?�

����������� �Um, wherever,� I answered, feeling strangely deflated as she failed to wilt before the awesome majesty of my boobs, �What's easiest for you?�

����������� �Well, since everyone else is on lunch right now,� the lissome girl suggested, �How about if we just do it out here so I can watch for anyone else coming in?�

����������� �Um, yeah; that sounds okay,� I stammered.

����������� What followed was anything but an erotic Sapphic interlude.� She went to work with a professional efficiency as if she spent eight hours a day measuring girls with breasts bigger than her head, asking me to straighten my back one moment, and to square my shoulders the next, and all the while jotting down numbers on her pad.� I actually felt embarrassed as she touched my breasts and my nipples sprung to attention; I hoped I wasn't blushing too much.� I almost wished she'd just go ahead and squeeze one of my tits and tell me how she couldn't imagine how I'd been able to make it in without a bra, since I was obviously so full and heavy; it would have kind of broken the ice, and let me know we were both thinking the same thing, but instead she left me standing there feeling hotter by the second, and all the more awkward because she was handling my breasts about as sensually as if she was measuring pumpkins at the state fair.

����������� �Okay then,� the shop girl said, giving one last glance at my chest while she consulted her numbers, �I think you'll be most comfortable in a 38L.� We're not going to have as much in that range as we do in our more modest sizes, but if you give me a moment, I'll go see what we've got in the stockroom.�

����������� I felt deeply conflicted as I watched her walk to the back room.� On one hand, holy crap, I'd gone from an A to an L cup in less than a week; I was now officially absolutely fucking huge.� I wasn't just infatuated with my new tits because I was used to so much less, I was legitimately enormous, and I kind of wanted to drive straight home, write that size on my bare boobs with a sharpie, take a picture of them and then send it to Cora and every other busty girl who'd ever shown me up with her own big breasts, but on the other hand, it was kind of a letdown that the lingerie girl had announced it with all the drama and sensuality of an auto mechanic telling me that my car needed a weird kind of motor oil, but she was pretty sure they had a few cans of it tucked away in the stockroom somewhere.

����������� My confidence was restored at least a little when I saw her returning with a couple of bras draped over her arm, both with cups big enough to comfortably envelop my head, and with more hooks in the back than I'd imagined any woman might require.� Even if she wasn't impressed, it was pretty exciting seeing that this was what it took to lend me the support I so desperately needed.

����������� �I'm sorry Ma'am, we don't have a lot in your size right now, though I can always special order something, if you'd like; it usually just takes a couple days for the deluxe sizes to come.� While we do try to keep a fair supply in stock in your cup size, most of them are designed for women who are a lot larger around the chest than thirty eight inches� she said politely as she held up her offerings, as I felt a quiet thrill of vindication as she finally acknowledged my improbable immensity, �I found a couple though, one's a maternity bra, if you're looking for comfort and support, and cut more for everyday wear, if you're needing something to wear to work.�

����������� �Thanks, can I try them on before I decide?� I asked, kind of impressed that they had anything at all that would fit me, �I'd hate to spend a fortune on a bra and then get home and find out it�s too tight or something.�

����������� �Oh, of course, Ma'am,� she agreed solicitously, �We want all our customers to be completely satisfied with our work, and I know our specialty sizes do tend to come with a heftier price tag.� We've found that our more, ah, well-favored customers, seem to benefit most from a personal fitting before they buy.� Would you like me to come with you to the dressing room and help get these adjusted for you?�

����������� �Oh, uh, okay,� I said, momentarily stunned that she'd just come out and volunteered like that.� I'd never been offered help putting on a bra before, but then, this was the first time I had tits big enough to make handling them a two-woman job, so it all kind of made sense.� My heart skipped a beat; this was way more like my fantasy of subduing this girl's bustier colleague than I'd expected, �If you don't mind or anything.�

����������� �Not at all, Ma'am; if someone else comes in they can always ring the bell up front,� she said perkily, but without a hint of subservience in her voice, �Just follow me and we'll get you all set up.� Here, just let me latch the door here, and now take your shirt off, please.�

����������� I felt so freaking strange.� I'd expected to meet a girl who would either glare at my boobs with grudging envy, or maybe one who'd stare at them in awe, or titter nervously to herself at how brazenly exposed they were.� What I wasn't ready for was a clerk who was just polite and attentive.� The way she appraised my swollen breasts calmly as I pulled my shirt over my head and they plopped, fat and heavy against my body was oddly disarming.�

����������� �Hmm, well, I don't mean to pry, but from your shape, it looks like you've been lactating recently, so I'd recommend the maternity bra; it offer a bit more support, and extra padding for swollen, tender nipples� the shop girl said thoughtfully, �Then again, I've never been pregnant, so I won't presume to tell you what to do.� Sometimes feeling confident in how you look is even more important that simple comfort, so you might prefer this other bra.� I won't pretend to have a keen eye for this or anything, but it's a shade of cerulean that would really go well with your eyes.�

����������� �Well, can we try the blue one first then?� I asked, finding my will to be demanding and domineering slipping away, �I think you're right; it is a lovely color.�

����������� �Of course, Ma'am,� she said, holding it up,� Do you want to put it on first, or would you like me to help you into it while I get everything all adjusted?�

����������� �If you don't mind, please,� I said, feeling strangely malleable in this young woman's presence, �I, well, I'm still kind of getting used to being this size and I'm still having some trouble seeing what I'm doing as far as getting dressed goes.�

����������� �Gladly,� she said in her tantalizingly deferential way, �Here, put your arms up please, and let me know if anything I do makes you uncomfortable.�

����������� As she confidently set about fitting the bra to comfortably contain my ample twins, I felt myself growing more and more turned on.� There was just something about her; her quiet voice and now the way she handled my body so serenely that drove all thoughts of domination from my mind except for the rapidly growing desire that she might decide to take a firm hand with me.

����������� �Here, Ma'am, try inhaling now.� I'm sorry, is that too tight?� she gently insisted, though in my mind I heard her voice commanding me differently.

����������� If you please, Ma'am, I found myself burning to hear her say, Your breasts are looking awfully full of milk right now.� Do you mind if I go ahead and suck on them for a while to relieve the pressure?

����������� �There now, that should be nice and snug but still loose enough that you won't need to worry about chafing, don't you agree?� she said, moving around behind me and sliding an errant strap into place.

����������� I know my breasts aren't nearly as soft and heavy as yours, Ma'am, the same teasing voice echoed in my head, but would you mind terribly if I undressed so you could play with them for a bit?

����������� I was smitten, I was burning; I'd come in here with my pride puffed up as big as my boobs, and now all I could think of was how much I wanted this mousy slip of a girl to order me around.� She was just so, businesslike, and was it really just me or was there something about putting on a bra that had more than a little something of bondage about it anyway.� As she deftly and efficiently got the bra to hug my lush curves, I couldn't help but wish she wouldn't be quite so considerate about my comfort.

����������� Is that too tight, Ma'am, yes?� Well, perhaps you won't object if I make it just a little tighter, I could almost hear her words in the air of the cramped dressing room, I'm afraid in order to get you the best fit I can, I'm going to have to squeeze your breasts rather sharply, if you don't mind.

����������� I was starting to sweat; I was already so hot that if she'd up and kissed me, I would have torn both our clothes off and not let her leave until we were both too exhausted and lust-gorged to stand.� I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm afraid I know what a naughty, horny girl you are, and what you've gone and done to yourself to make your breasts so scandalously, tantalizingly fat.� If you don't object, I'm going to have to spank you now, for being such and wicked girl; please take off your shorts so I can give you what I know you really want.� Damn, wait, she was actually saying something.� Was she waiting for me to answer?

����������� �Um, sorry, what was that?� I stammered, certain that she could feel the heat pouring from my body, �I was, uh, thinking about something and got distracted.�

����������� �Of course, Ma'am,� she said politely, �I was just asking how the bra feels; I believe I've got it all adjusted now.�

����������� �Oh, well it actually feel pretty-� I stalled, trying to figure out how comfortable my breasts felt in this bra, instead of how wonderful it would feel to have this slender young thing free them from it instead, �It's good.� I think- I think I'll go ahead and take this one.�

����������� �Wonderful,� she said with just a hint of enthusiasm, �Here, let me take the tag so I can right it up.� You just get back into your top and meet me up front whenever you're ready, Ma'am.�

����������� She had no idea just how ready I was at the moment, and a second later when she pulled the tag off and one bra strap snapped against my boob like a rubber band, I almost went down. �If you like, Ma'am, you can come back in a few hours when those bloated tits are soaking right through that pretty new bra of yours and so full of milk they're ready to burst; I'd be happy to have you down on all fours while I milk you like the horny cow you are.� No, no Persephone, keep a hold on yourself here; this room is way less private than the restroom at work; if you go and let yourself get all carried away you're going make yourself a very embarrassing scene!

����������� �Yes- yes, of course; that would be great,� I faltered, �Here, just let me get back into my shirt and I'll be right out.�

����������� I could barely control myself as she rang me up; the sight of my well-buttressed bosom filling a generous portion of my field of view was distracting enough, but watching as the shop girl's delicate hands punched numbers into the register as she quietly whispered figures to herself was absolutely beguiling.

����������� If you'll just sign here, Ma'am, you can come back behind the counter with me so I can fondle those big, swollen tits of yours until you come, dammit- as the store this hot when I came in?� Have you ever pleasured another girl with your tongue, Ma'am; I've been told I'm an excellent teacher if you're interested.

����������� �Oh, yes, please!� I sighed, before catching myself and feeling the glow of arousal and shame burning in my cheeks, �Wait, sorry, what was that again?�

����������� �Certainly Ma'am,� she said, pushing a receipt and pen across the worn wooden counter, �If you just sign here for your credit card, you'll be all taken care of.�

����������� Well, not all taken care of.� I wondered if she had any idea of what kind of salacious desires she was stirring up in me.� What was going on with me, anyway?� Was this one random girl just some kind of accidental seductress, or was having huge boobs fulfilling some weird, suppressed part of my psyche that secretly longed to be busty, slutty and way more interested in girls than I usually was?� It had to be the hormones.� Whatever it was in the serum that was affecting my body so powerfully must just be messing with my brain.� The sheer amount of estrogen that it must have taken to blow my tits up like this in a matter of days had to be tremendous, and the same biological forces that made my breasts ache with milk just from hearing a crying baby must also be getting me primed and ready to fuck whenever someone even potentially compatible was nearby.

����������� Ma'am, if you let me suck those huge, wet melons of yours dry; do you think maybe all that sweet, thick milk will help make my little tits bigger?� I'm very sorry they're not very impressive now, but I promise you they're very sensitive, and I'm extremely generous in bed, or so I'm told.

����������� Okay, this was not getting any easier, and if I didn't get out of here now I was going to do something that would either get me arrested or lead to a really memorable weekend if she turned out to be the experimental type.� But I couldn't risk it.

����������� �Thanks, you've been- I mean, your service has been-� I stumbled over my words, tensing up as I resisted the urge to bolt for the door, �You've taken great care of me; thank you!�

����������� I ran into the parking lot, breasts bouncing painfully as one last, polite �Ma'am� and some cheerful wishes followed me out the door.� I leaned against my car, panting, heart pounding.� Why was I so out of breath?� Had fantasizing about her really gotten me that worked up?� No, I was having to work harder to fill my lungs; it was my breasts, they were so much heavier than I was used to, and getting a real chestful of air actually took some effort now, though when I inhaled, I couldn't help but enjoy the sound of stitches straining in my shirt, already stretched so tight that the white fabric was nearly translucent where it covered my sky-blue bra.

����������� I unlocked the door and sat down in the driver's seat.� That was better; at least my back didn't feel quite so overworked now.� I pulled the seatbelt out.� Damn, if I gained a few more inches up top I was going to need to get an extender or something, these airbags of mine filled out nearly all the slack.� At least with my girls now comfortably, if spectacularly, holstered, I could wear the shoulder strap again without having it cut all the way into my cleavage.

����������� My boobs still ached.� Was this still a growing pains kind of thing, or was this just what life with huge breasts was like?� In college, I'd gone on a road trip one with a girl who was absolutely gigantic, like, bigger than I was now, bigger even than Cousin Cora, and aside from a few very educational views when she came out of the shower, she'd kind of complained the whole time about how her shoulders always hurt and her lower back so stiff.� It wasn't even the dramatic �look at how much I'm suffering� kind of complaining either, just sort of a resigned lament every time we stopped for the night and the first thing she did when we got into our room was throw her bra across the room and rub her immense breasts consolingly, as if even a day riding in the car and maybe getting out to see a concrete dinosaur or two been almost more than she could bear.

����������� Was I ready for that?� I looked down at my bust again, my two plump breasts looking slightly torpedo-shaped now that they had a bra worthy of their magnificence.� Hell yes it was.� Besides, I mused as I gave one of them a soothing squeeze; I probably was going to need to relieve some pressure before too long.� Right then; on to my next stop.

����������� Traffic was heavier than I was prepared for (but then, it wasn't the only thing); some kind of construction was going on and the freshly stripped pavement made for a much rougher ride than I was prepared for.� Half an hour later when I pulled into the Mega-Mom store at the mall, I couldn't tell whether my boobs hurt more from the bumpy road or just because they were getting so full I expected any minute to feel my shirt getting wet again as they started leaking.

����������� No time to waste; I walked as gingerly and quickly as I could through the pastel-colored sliding doors.� The help desk had a line a mile long; I couldn't wait; I was getting too full; just the smell of all this baby-related stuff was making my boobs ache more.� I'd never been in one of these places for anything more than buying baby shower stuff for friends and other women at the library before; it took me forever to find the nursing aisle, and my need for it was growing more urgent with every second I wasted.

����������� Holy crap, there were like, a hundred different breast pumps.� What was I even supposed to be looking for here?� Pretty much at random, I pulled a couple off the shelf and read the boxes.� I was pretty sure that the cheap ones designed for discrete use at work weren't going to have enough oomph to take care of my billowing boobs, but just how much pump was I going to need?� I'd kind of hoped it would be like buying a bra, the bigger your tits, the more you have to pay, but if that was true here, the pumps themselves sure weren't spelling it out for me.� A hundred dollar pump still had a picture of a modestly-endowed woman contentedly sitting in an easy chair as it went about its work; did that mean I needed something bigger?� Even the most expensive pump I could find, at over two hundred bucks wasn't exactly helpfully labeled.� I was looking for something that said �Extreme Heavy Duty,� or �Ultra High Volume� or something, or maybe one that had a picture of a woman with boobs bigger than her head sighing with relief as the pump filled a couple of gallon jugs on the coffee table next to her, but I was destined for disappointment; if there was some secret code here that told me which of these would suck the milk out of my tits the fastest, I sure as hell wasn't picking up on it.

����������� Ow; another twinge of tightness shot through my chest; if I didn't make my choice soon, I was going to have to either find the restroom, hang my milky tits over the sink and give myself some manual relief, or go wait for someone who actually knew that they were doing with all this.� I hurried back to the front desk, wincing every step of the way as my breasts grew firmer and firmer, beginning to bulge over the top of my bra, expecting any second to look down and see the telltale dark spots radiating from my protuberant nipples.� Finally!� They must have called out some extra help; the line at the desk was gone, and I strode up to a blonde-haired girl at the counter, tried my best to smile like a normal woman instead of one whose enormous boobs so full of milk they were about five minutes from bursting and announced myself.

����������� �Um, hi,� I said gormlessly, �I, uh, well, I need a breast pump, and this is kind of my first time shopping for one, so I was wondering if you could help me pick one out that will be, um, suitable for my needs.�

����������� Credit where it is due, if I had been in her shoes there's no way I could have stopped myself from staring and saying something like, �Ma'am, you don't need a breast pump, you need a fucking milking machine.� Do you want me to call the farm supply store down the street to see if they can come pick you up before your tits explode?�

����������� �Of course,� she said perkily, glancing down at my chest in a way that felt at least mostly professional, �What exactly are you looking for in a pump?�

����������� �Well, um,� I kind of wavered, trying to think of a way to explain myself that wouldn't sound boastful or insultingly obvious, �I'm, well, I've kind of starting lactating a lot lately, okay?� And, ah, my doctor, she says that my output is only going to be increasing for a while, so I need something that will fit, er, a large woman like me comfortably and, well, you know, work fast enough that I won't be spending all day sitting around pumping when I should be at work and stuff, you know?�

����������� �Certainly,� she said with an effervescent confidence that suggested she was used to having awkward girls with huge balloon tits come up to her asking for advice all the time, �Here, come with me and we'll see if we can't find the right pump for you.�

����������� I felt like anything I said right now would just be more inappropriately sexual than I really meant to be, so I just followed her as she stepped out from behind the counter and lead me back to the pump aisle again.� Whatever her professional qualifications were, it was obvious she'd never been pregnant or needed a breast pump before, not the way that pert little butt of hers switched back and forth in her tight jeans as she walked ahead of me.� Ohmygosh, again?� Was I seriously going to start lusting after every single girl I ran into now?� I wasn't even thinking sexy thoughts; my boobs were starting to hurt way too much for that, but here I was again, my wandering desires already imagining this girl leading me to the stockroom, tying me to a steam pipe, and holding me prisoner until she'd tried out every single breast pump they had in stock on my milk-laden melons.

����������� I know this won't be close to what a woman of your size needs, but I'd be remiss in my duties if I didn't start with our more economical models, I could hear her explaining, as she pressed a pair of woefully undersized rubber cups to my overfilled breasts, Well, I suppose we'll have to go up a few sizes just to get started; as you can see, your nipples are far too engorged for this particular model.� Let's see what else we have that might be ample enough to meet your needs.

����������� Okay, as much of a turn-on as this was, it was still starting to freak me out more than a little.� Yeah, it was kind of fun having every cute sales clerk I ran into come frolicking into my sexual fantasies, but if I didn't find some way to stay in control it was just a matter of time before I got myself in real trouble.

����������� Oh dear, that one fits almost every woman I've ever worked with and here it still isn't big enough to make a good seal over your nipples, horny me heard her saying as she stopped to survey the wall of pumps stretched out before us, I guess I'd better get something a lot bigger, and fast; I've never seen a woman's breasts so dangerously swollen with milk before, and I just know my supervisor will write me up if you start leaking all over the floor here.� Please, for my sake, try to contain yourself until I can find something large enough to accommodate you.

����������� �Alright, so you want something that will keep you from having to spend too much time on the pump,� the blonde girl mused, inspecting the options arrayed before us, �Let me see if I can't find something that will give you the best value for your money.�

����������� Hmm, at least this one gives us a nice, firm seal over those hypertrophied nipples of yours, I heard her voice, shuddering as I imagined myself kneeling topless in a dark corner of the back room; a pair of cups barely big enough to fit my swollen tits drawn tight against my tender flesh, my breasts quivering involuntarily as the pump began its work, You're still so awfully full, though; I think your breasts might actually be producing milk faster than this pump and drain them.� No, this won't do at all; I'd never forgive myself if I sold you a pump that would just bring you back in here tomorrow with your breasts so painfully distended with milk that I'd need to call an ambulance to come and get you.� No, I'd rather suck on them myself than make such an embarrassing mistake.

����������� �No, it's okay, I don't care about the best value for my money or whatever,� I told her, struggling to stay in control, �Just tell me what the most powerful pump you carry is and I'll buy it.�

����������� �Are you sure?� she asked attentively, as if the highest good in her universe was seeing that both my boobs and my pocketbook remained as well-tended to as possible, �We carry several different models that might be well-suited to your needs, depending on if you're more interested in comfort, efficiency, or ease of carrying.�

����������� �Seriously, I'm not trying to be that customer, but just tell me straight,� I said, hoping I wasn't coming across as too rude, �Just imagine that I was putting out like, all of the milk, and that I needed something where I can pump literally a gallon at a time out of each of my girls here, and do it fast enough that I can squeeze it into my lunch break at work, okay?� Please tell me; which pump do I need for that?�

����������� Mmm, I'm not sure that anything we keep in stock will be adequate to handle such an enormous amount of lactation, I heard, fancying that she licked her lips as she knelt down and gave my milk-glutted breasts a playful squeeze, Perhaps if I called one of my colleagues over to help you; the fastest way for us to relieve your pressure might be for her and I to just suck it out for you.� Of course, that wouldn't be much of a permanent solution unless you were willing to take us both home with you, and with as much milk as you're producing, we'd both probably become so too full to keep going before long.� Still, I expect my belly could hold at least two or three gallons before I started to really reach my limits; would it be okay if say, Kara and I spent a few hours milking you by hand every now and then so we wouldn't have to drink so much of your milk that we'd both be ready to burst?� I'm afraid it might have to become a permanent arrangement before long though; I'm sure we'd both start fattening up ever so quickly on a diet of nothing but your rich, sweet breast milk day in and day out, and I'm not sure I could bear to show my face back here at the store with a belly so round I looked nine months pregnant and breasts growing fatter and heavier every day.

����������� Okay, was I really this out of control?� If this kept up the only way I'd be able to go out shopping without soaking through my bra and my panties would be if every time I needed to run some errands I pumped my boobs dry, whipped out my vibrator and forced myself to come until just the idea of sex made me feel tired and sore.

����������� �Okay, I'm sorry, I missed that,� I apologized, again, �I'm just feeling like such a ditz today.�

����������� �No worries,� she salesgirl chirped as she took down one of the larger boxes for me to examine, �This one is our most powerful model, though it's also one of our most expensive.� I do have to warn you, it attains it's high volume with some sacrifice of comfort and quietness; this is not a pump you can slip on in your office at work without your coworkers overhearing, it needs way too much power to be battery-driven, so you'll need to make sure you're near an outlet whenever you want to use it and, well, it isn't exactly the gentlest model we carry; I've heard its design is essentially a scaled-down milking machine for cows, though that may be just a rumor.� Do you think this is what you might be looking for?�

����������� �It sounds perfect,� I beamed, nearly giddy at the thought of being able to get home and let off some of this pressure, �I'll take it.�

����������� I managed to make it to the register and pay for the breast pump without any other deliciously distracting thoughts intruding; though I think that was less because of anything I was doing and more because my boobs were really starting to hurt.� They were so firm and swollen now that I was actually having trouble breathing, and the fact that the pump must have weighed a good twenty pounds wasn't helping as I lugged it out to the car and threw it onto the front seat beside me.

����������� Something had to give.� I was at least fifteen minutes from home and the sublime release that my new pump offered, and I felt like I was about thirty seconds away from losing my mind if I didn't do something about my tits right this second.� The parking lot was too busy; if I tried to milk myself out here I'd be spotted in no time, and even if I wasn't, the fact that my other milking sessions hadn't exactly been quiet affairs would do me in just as well.� I glanced around the car desperately for something that would- there!� I'd left a shawl in here last week after I got off work and it was warmer than I'd expected, it wouldn't exactly keep me decent, but at least it might get me home without being pulled over for driving topless.

����������� Making sure no one was around; I awkwardly pulled my t-shirt off and unhooked my bra.� Every second I sat here exposed the risk of being discovered only grew, but I just couldn't stop staring.� Was I really this huge now?� My boobs had ballooned into a pair of fat, milky torpedoes, jutting from my chest and rubbing against the steering wheel.� Was all of that just milk?� Or had my binging on the serum and every last calorie I could glut myself with actually been enough to make me grow during the day, as if eight hours at night wasn't enough to pack in all the new pounds of tit-flesh my body was begging for.� Okay, I didn't have time to think about that out here; I needed to cover up, get home, and do some major pumping, then maybe I could step back and think about exactly how gigantic I was becoming.

����������� I threw on the wrap; I wasn't even going to fool around with my seatbelt right now, and hoped that from outside the car I at least looked close enough to decent that nobody would take a second look.� I felt enormous; like I had two overinflated beachballs billowing out from my chest, and the wrap was definitely not up to the task of covering half an acre of tightly-squeezed cleavage.� There was nothing I could do about any of that right now; I needed to get home.

����������� Even through the bypass wasn't all that busy, the drive home was nerve-wracking.� I'd barely gotten up to sixty before my nipples started throbbing, sticking out insistently fat and tender from my bloated boobs, and it barely a minute later that I felt the now-familiar hot wetness spreading out across the sheer fabric that struggled to conceal my breasts.� I felt like a lit stick of dynamite; longing to just pull over, grab my tits and not let go until half an inch of milk was sloshing around on the car floor and I could barely move, but I willed myself to drive on.� By the time I hit my exit, my boobs were leaking enough that milk was starting to soak through my shorts too, and they only looked bigger and fuller than ever.

����������� I didn't even try to cover them up as I pulled into the driveway, threw open the door, and ran for the kitchen, clutching the pump under my arm so tightly that the box's corner dug into the underside of one excruciatingly swollen and tender breast.� I slammed the door behind me, flung myself down on the couch, and practically tore the box to shreds.� I didn't have time to look at the manual, or read through the sheaf of papers emblazoned with exclamation points and warning in five different languages.� I plugged in the pump, dug out the biggest set of cups in the box and jammed them onto its hoses, licked them both for what I hoped would be a good seal, forced them onto my aching peaks, and turned the power dial as far as it would go.� The pump hummed to life, the hoses jumped, and I screamed.

����������� I'm not sure even now that I can really describe it.� I came, and kept on coming.� The second the pump starting sucking my tits, one, endless, savage climax was drawn through my body, and as the tubes in front of me white, hot and jerking rhythmically, it just never let up.� I could barely open my eyes; I was almost doubled over with ecstasy (at least, I would have been if I'd had room in front to double over anymore), terrified that my spasms would tear the machine loose from my breasts, while the sight of my milk pouring into the empty bottle like that only made me hotter.� You know that moment when you're coming so hard that you can't breathe and you feel like you might die or something, but it still feels incredible because you know it's only going to last for a few seconds?� It was like that, except it lasted much, much longer.� It wasn't just constant either; it was like the suction of the pump on my tits had stirred up a rolling tide of lust inside my body, beating and pounding at me from within.� I'm not even sure where it was really coming from.� I started in my boobs, but then it just kind of expanded inside me to fill my entire body, I felt every ounce as much unbearably delight in my hands and my head as I did between my thighs and my voluminously milky breasts.

����������� It felt like hours, but I think it was closer to fifteen minutes.� All I know is that I found myself lying on the floor next to the couch, every muscle in my body trembling and spent, by body absolutely soaked with sweat.� The cups were still firmly attached to my breasts, but the machine was silent, the blinking green light next beside its switch telling me what the sight of a large bottle loaded up to the brim had already made clear.� It was full, and incredibly, I still was too.� I pried the silicone cups off my breasts, if my nipples were any longer and fatter I think I would have been stuck, and I hoped I'd be able to hook myself back up without too much trouble; right now they were so swollen I was almost afraid to touch them; they looked positively ready to explode.

����������� Legs shaking beneath me, I staggered into the kitchen, poured a quart of freshly-pumped breast milk into jar and stashed it in the fridge.� I had no idea what I was planning to actually do with it, but just pouring it into the sink seemed, I dunno, wasteful somehow.� The threads on the pump's reservoir looked familiar- I rummaged under the counter for a moment- yes, I had a couple of one-gallon mason jars that would fit the pump too, though I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to be grateful that I wouldn't have to stop and empty it out as often now, or whether to be afraid of how well I'd hold up under an even longer session with more pleasure than any woman ought to be expected to experience by herself.

����������� But I still felt uncomfortably full, and well, even if this wasn't exactly something I could take to work with me, right now I had the whole house to myself, nowhere else to be, and I wasn't going to let anything stop me from riding this train as far as it would carry me.� Just climbing the stairs to my room left me out of breath; the pump that had been heavy enough when I carried it in now felt like it was made of lead.� I collapsed into bed as soon as I stepped through the door; getting the pump plugged in I felt like a drunk trying to find a keyhole, my hands were still shaking so; and I sighed like a junkie getting her fix as I felt the smooth, slippery surface of the cups embrace my bloated tips.� I lay down, naked; a blanket carelessly pulled across my body, took a deep breath, and flipped the switch again.� The pump hummed to life, the hoses shuddered, and I screamed until tears ran down my cheeks.

����������� I woke up a couple hours later; the sky was growing darker as approaching thunder rumbled low in the distance, and my entire body felt as utterly drained as my tits.� I sat up; my breasts now hanging soft and warm against my belly, still very amply-proportioned, and invitingly heavy, but for the first time since yesterday, not even remotely aching with milk.� I looked at the pump; it had cut itself off again; evidently it had sensed that it was finished sucking me dry.� The bottle beneath it was nearly three quarters full; holy cow, had I really been carrying around nearly a gallon of milk all day?� No wonder my boobs were so much softer now, they really had been distended like a pair of water balloons.�

����������� My throat was burning; if was going to have to start drinking more water if my breasts were going to be making this much milk from now on.� I tried to stand up, wavered on the cusp of balance by my bedside, and fell back onto the mattress; I was still too weak.� I looked at the pump again, the glass jar holding the impressive results of my milking session so close at hand.� I unscrewed it from the pump; it was still warm from being inside my body.� I didn't pause, I wasn't even thinking, I took the jar, so full I could barely lift it, raised it to my lips, and took a sip.

����������� And that lasted all of two seconds before I found myself gulping it down like I'd just been dying of thirst in the desert and stumbled upon the sweetest oasis ever.� Delicious didn't even begin to describe it; it tasted like some glorious mix of hot butter, heavy cream and honey, warming my throat as I mindlessly poured it into myself.� No wonder my boobs had been so sore and heavy; my milk was just so thick, so rich and dense, it seemed impossible that I could swallow so much of it down so easily, and yet I couldn't begin to stop myself from tilting the jar higher and higher as I delivered its sublime contents back into my body.� I was getting light-headed; I was drinking so fast I hadn't bothered to come up for air, and if the jar had been full to the brim I probably would have passed out on the bed soon, hot milk splashing across the bare skin of my breasts as I fell back.� A moment later though, the last of the milk passed my lips, and I sucked in a great, heaving breath, panting until the room stopped spinning.

����������� I was so full now.� I looked down and saw that my freshly-unburdened breasts were being pushed forwards by my tummy, the milk that had recently left them so uncomfortably distended now doing the same thing to my belly.� I reached beneath my boobs and rubbed it consolingly; I could barely believe I'd been able to force down so much in less than a minute.� Aside from feeling almost unbearably full, all that milk was starting to affect me in other ways.� I felt a strange mix of energy and exhaustion, as if all the calories I'd just taken in needed to be burned off right this second, while I also felt like curling up under the covers and sleeping this off like a python that had just swallowed a cow.� My mind was racing though; I couldn't go to sleep, not now, even if I did feel tired, overstuffed and useless at the moment.

����������� I dragged myself downstairs; it was strange feeling my previously taut and buoyant breasts jiggle as I walked, swaying heavily against my straining belly and each other; if I hadn't spent half the afternoon coming until I was clinically dehydrated, it probably would have gotten me all turned-on again.� In the kitchen, I popped open a beer and threw some pizza rolls in the oven; I didn't want to be hungry, but it was like I didn't have a choice anymore, like my boobs had wrested control of my body away from me and were demanding more protein, calories and fat so that they could keep on growing bigger, producing more milk.

����������� While I waited for the timer to ring, I flopped out on the couch, absent-mindedly draining my glass as the storm settled in and fat raindrops began to beat lazily against the windows.� I looked down at my boobs; they were already filling up again, their supple roundness firming up as I looked on.� When I closed my eyes I could almost feel it; all those newly-earned pounds of mammary flesh, millions of new cells all pumping out as much milk as my body could produce, the hormones in the serum driving my body to bend every drop of strength it could to making my breasts grow, and then forcing them to fill my breasts with as much milk as they possibly could.

����������� The timer went off; I heaved myself off the couch and wobbled into the kitchen, with barely enough presence of mind to grab a pot-holder so I didn't burn myself.� A minute later I was back on the couch, a steaming plate of cheese-stuffed junk food on my lap, and a fresh beer in my hand.� Lightning flashed outside while I ate, trying not to drop any too-hot filling on my ever more delicate bosom.� I could almost see my boobs bulging outward as they swelled with milk; just how many times a day was I going to have to pump them out, anyway?� I guess three times a day wouldn't be too bad; I could always come back to the house on my lunch break and take care of myself with some privacy though I wondered how well I'd be able to make myself presentable after spending the better part of an hour in a state of nigh-intolerable rapture, and if I timed it right, I'd be able to get a good night's sleep without needing to get up in the middle of the night to relieve the pressure.� I'd read somewhere that the whole two sleeps thing was more natural anyway though; go to bed early, wake up a few hours later, drain the twins, have a bit of fun, and get back to bed in plenty of time to get a solid eight hours, I could get used to that.

����������� The room shuddered, a clap of thunder split the sky right over the house, and a second later, the feeble pop of a transformer followed as the lights went out.� A moment later the emergency lantern in the kitchen flickered to life, throwing dim shadows on the far wall, my breasts looking even larger to me in the wan light.� I knew I should go to bed; my belly was uncomfortably full, my boobs catching up with it fast, and my two drinks had gone to my head way faster than I was used to.� And yet, my breasts demanded nourishment.� I pulled myself to my feet again, made my way into the kitchen, and shoved the last of the pizza rolls onto my plate (had I really eaten the entire bag already? Jeez.).� I opened the fridge to get another beer; maybe if I was drunk enough I wouldn't wake up when my boobs started getting too full, and since the power was off, there wasn't really anything I could do about that right now.� I could barely stand as it was, leaning over the sink and squirting out another gallon of milk just wasn't in the cards right now.�

����������� And there it was, the last quart of the serum I'd made up, sitting there on the shelf.� I knew I drinking any more was a bad idea right now; I was still sober enough to know I wasn't in any condition to be making decisions, but I had no idea if this stuff would still be good to drink tomorrow if the power stayed off all night and the fridge went bad.� Yeah, I was kind of worried about how big my tits were getting, but what if me getting the recipe right on my first try was a fluke?� What if I let this stuff go sour, and then a month from now I mixed up another batch only to find that I'd gotten something just wrong enough to make it useless?� I'm sure it sounds stupid now, after how out of control everything's gotten, but I was seriously standing there, topless, staring into the fridge with breasts down to my bellybutton and filling up with milk so fast I could see them expanding, and getting all existential about whether I was about to pass up what might be my one chance to have even bigger boobs.

����������� Fuck it; I grabbed the pitcher, and carried it and my plate back to my fortress of gluttony on the couch.� I swear I could hear my stomach creaking as I laid down; my tits, starting to get pretty firm now, lolled heavily from my chest, one feeling like it was trying to drag me off the couch and down to the floor, while my other rolled awkwardly over my arm, pinning it to the cushions so I had to balance my plate on my boobs just to be able to reach the rest of my celebratory feast of no willpower whatsoever.� I shoveled the last pizza rolls into my mouth, my belly straining in protest as it struggled to hold even more.� All I had left was the pitcher, heavy and half-full of the same scintillating liquid I had made up nearly a week ago, though spending a week in the fridge made it look strangely thicker now, as it caught the dim light so enchantingly, almost like it had been fermenting all week, all those different chemicals and hormones bubbling silently along, its potency growing day by day, each dose effecting me more powerfully than the one before.� If I drank all that tonight, just how much bigger would I wake up to find myself tomorrow?

����������� I was too tired, too drunk, and too stuffed to worry about that; there were just two things I needed to do before I could go upstairs and pass out as a happy woman, and I knew exactly what they were.� With trembling hands, I grabbed the pitcher, raised it to my mouth, and swallowed.� Its contents poured into me, cool and heavy and sweet, my stomach surrendering by degrees to endure it.� A minute later I slammed the empty pitcher down on the coffee table; my arms so weak I could barely even lift them, my uncomfortably full breasts resting uneasily on my desperately bloated belly.

����������� I staggered to my feet; I could actually hear myself sloshing as I moved, and dragged myself up the stairs, my balance so wasted that I clung to the handrail like a lifeline, even though it dug into the side of my left boob all the way up.� I would have jumped into bed as soon as I lurched through the bedroom door, if I hadn't been sure that moving that fast would further upset my already overtaxed tummy, so I stumbled over to my mattress, managed to steady my shaking hands long enough to stuff my nipples into the cups of my breast pump, and then fell onto my back, reaching out with just enough strength to flip the switch.� I heard the motor hum to life, I felt it eagerly sucking at my breasts, and as I felt the warmth rising from within me, I passed out, too tired and too full to be aroused.

����������� I felt myself rolling over, the sucking of the pump soothing me to sleep as its suction alternated between one breast and the other.� I could already feel the pressure in my boobs subsiding; as the room spun around my bed, and the hum of the pump softened into the gentle rhythm of my breathing, the mechanical suckling pulling at my milk-filled peaks giving way to a gentler, warmer touch.

����������� �Well, it looks like you must be enjoying having large breasts; you're certainly doing everything you possibly can to encourage their growth.�

����������� �What?� I snapped back to my senses with a start.� I was naked, on my hands and knees back in the library, and the red-haired, vast-bosomed woman was sitting on the floor beside me, milking me like I was a cow, my fat breasts hanging almost to the lip of the shallow basin she had placed beneath them, while my belly still ached, squeezed between my boobs and my thighs.

����������� �I just mean, I've helped a lot of women persuade their breasts to start producing milk in my career,� she said, the confident tugging of her hands accompanied by a thick, metallic splash as she sprayed my burden into the basin below, �But I've never met a girl so recklessly desperate to stimulate herself so swiftly and voluminously as you've been doing.�

����������� �What,� I repeated, still trying to figure out exactly how I'd gotten here, �What do you mean?�

����������� �Well, my dear, isn't it obvious?� she said with a fleetingly stern smile, �Just tonight you've crammed yourself with as many calories as you possibly could, swallowed down every last drop of your own milk that you could wring from your breasts, and then topped it off by sucking down more of my serum in two minutes than most of my girls do in a month.� And to top it all off, you've gone out and found a machine designed to drain those two milkers of yours as fast and hard as possible.� If you keep pushing yourself at this rate, you'll be bigger than me before you know it; not that I can really recommend that; it took me years to get my girls to their present bewitchingly ample proportions, and even then, there were still more than a few growing pains along the way.�

����������� �Wait, so all of those things are making my boobs grow even faster?� I said, trying to focus through the fog in my head and the ever so distracting sensation of the woman's red-nailed fingers tugging on my swollen nipples, �I mean, I know the serum will make be grow faster, but what does everything else have to do with it?�

����������� �Ah, a girl's got to keep her secrets now, hasn't she?� she said with a wink as I noticed that this time she had traded her tight-fitting blouse and skirt for a dirndl like something a German milkmaid would wear, �Where would be the fun in me telling you?� Besides, I'm not sure there's much chance of turning back for you anyway, not after tonight; it might be just as well for you to make your peace with living a stunningly full-bosomed life and not start fighting after the battle's already been lost.� It does have its perks, after all; it isn't all lower back pain and needing to rush off for some privacy when you feel your milk letting down.�

����������� Her breasts spilled over the top of her dress, her cleavage extending from her chest to her knees, wobbling hypnotically as she confidently teased thick jets of milk from my breasts.� I noticed her smile as she caught me staring; she arched her back and looked like she might actually burst her seams right there beside me.

����������� �Mmm, you've just got so much milk in you tonight; no wonder you've been uncomfortable,� she sympathized, �I've certainly been in your shoes a time or two before.� All the same, I've got to say your developments so far are tantalizingly impressive.� Even if you're not ready for the price you're about to pay, I never would have imagined that the flat-chested girl who helped me last week would be carrying around a pair of breasts as magnificent as this just a few days later.�

����������� �Hang on; what price are you talking about?� I asked, wanting to pull myself free from her touch and find something to cover myself up with, but the steady, even pressure of her fingers on my peaks was simply too delicious to give up, �What's happening to me; to my body?�

����������� �Hmm, nothing that hasn't happened to every woman who gave her bosom over to its one real purpose in life, �she said, glancing down at her own breasts knowingly, �Of course, the more your body embraces that role, the bigger the attendant, ah, inconveniences, and for those who so hungrily desire to lade themselves to such utterly extravagant proportions- like you and I- well, the burdens of my calling can weigh very heavily indeed.�

����������� �Okay, that is not really helping,� I said, doing my best to get properly upset about all this, �Can you be a little less inscrutable and just tell me what you're talking about?�

����������� �I'm sorry; if you wanted answer from me, you should have asked them when I was standing in front of you and before you went and helped yourself to my recipe,� she taunted, giving my breasts a firm squeeze that made me quiver like jelly, �Besides, the hour grows late, and I think I've finally taken enough from you that you probably won't need to worry about of exploding before morning comes.� Who knows, maybe you won't even be leaking too badly if you wake up nice and early.� Mmm, just look how much milk I've drawn from your breasts just now; a few more squirts and it would be spilling over the brim.� I'd offer you a drink, but I'm not really as heartless as all that, and I've a feeling that you'll be more than full enough in the morning already.�

����������� �Wait, stop!� I cried feebly as the busty woman rose silently to her feet and walked away, her hard-heeled shoes beating out a staccato on the concrete floor.� A moment later the strength of my arms failed, and I collapsed, the basin of milk spilling across my bare breasts and splashing over my body, hot and thick and nourishing as it soaked into my skin.� The lights flickered, and then everything went dark.

Day 8:

����������� Damn, I had a splitting headache, and my brain was so foggy I could hardly string two thoughts together.� Thank goodness it was Saturday and I could take my time sleeping this off.� I blinked at the sun; did it have to be so bright in here this early?� Oh, wait, there was the alarm clock; it was already afternoon.� My boobs felt pretty full, but I was still tired and lazy enough that I could stand a little more pressure and waking up with the sheets soaked through with milk if that's what it took to catch another hour of sleep.� I tried to roll away from the window, but I couldn't.� I caught the breast pump out of the corner of my eye; its jar full to the brim.� Of course; it was probably still connected to my boobs, and I was all tangled up in the hoses.� I tried to sit up, but something was wrong; I felt like I'd gotten weaker overnight, I just didn't have the strength to hold myself up in bed.� Ow, my stomach was still pretty sore too; I guess stuffing myself to the gills wasn't exactly helping either.� Okay then, time to try again.� I braced my arms against the mattress, heaved myself up in bed and-

����������� I was fucking enormous.� My tits were twice as big as they'd been yesterday, and felt about five times heavier.� I was bigger than Cora, bigger than that basketball-breasted lactation specialist; seriously, my boobs were enlarged to the point that they actually sat in my lap now, their tender, overstretched skin hot against my bare thighs.� Resting this way, they swelled out more than six inches to either side of my body.� Even with them supported by my thighs, I could feel their weight dragging on my shoulders; where they hung from my chest I could feel the strain on their already overextended tissues increasing.

����������� Holy crap; what had I done to myself?� I mean, obviously I'd wanted huge boobs, but this, this was too much, too fast even for me.� I was trying not to freak out; I my massive tits were already starting to jiggle and heave as my panicked breath came fast and shallow.� No, I was still in control, everything was going to be okay, I was safe, and I had plenty of time to figure this out.� It was just time to take a deep breath-damn, that was harder than it used to be with what felt like a hundred pounds of boob pressing against my chest- and decide what to do next.� I closed my eyes, tried not to be too distracted by the fact that if I got any bustier I'd need to start worrying about getting stuck in doors, and did my best to think my way out of this, one step at a time.

����������� Okay, first order of business: get up, get in front of a mirror and find out exactly how big my problems really were, and get dressed.� Standing up was even more of a trial than sitting; not only did I feel like I'd gained a ton overnight, but having it all in my breasts made me ridiculously top heavy.� What was worse, as I discovered when I leaned forwards to stand up and promptly got pulled onto the floor by my swaying melons, was than my center of gravity was dismayingly unpredictable now.

����������� I tried to get up on my hands and knees; I was so huge now that even with my arms out straight in front of me, my breasts were barely an inch away from the floor; when I let my elbows bend just a little, I was rewarded with the sensation of my nipples rubbing against the cold, polished wood.� It felt kind of nice, actually, if it wasn't for the fact that I was still working really hard at not freaking out and that there was no way I could hold myself up in this position long enough to enjoy it.�

����������� Another struggle and I was on my knees, and a moment later holding on to the bed as I pulled myself up.� I was on my feet, sweating, shivering, and almost afraid to move a muscle because of how unbalanced my body was now, but at least I was standing.� Right then, time for the moment of truth.� I gracelessly tottered over to the mirror, back straight, shoulders square, and took a good, long look.

����������� This was crazy; no woman gets this big overnight; hell, no woman gets this big, period.� Maybe I was still dreaming; I reached for the underside of one swollen mammary and gave myself a pinch.� I had to stifle a scream that was equal parts pain and pleasure, but no, every inch, every pound- it was all undeniably real.� My breasts looked even more gigantic from here.� They were still impressively round, even if their shape wasn't quite immune to gravity's whims, though the fact that they felt like they were very nearly full was helping to keep them all firm and perky right now.� They hung just a couple inches past my waist; the way they pressed so full and tender against my tummy and just below it was already making me hot.� My nipples didn't look any more swollen than before, at least I hoped they weren't because I was already about as big as I could be in that department and still fit the breast pump over them, but my areolae were both stretched out wider than my hands now, their delicate skin deepened to almost a lipstick red, and tingling enticingly as they rimpled against the cold air of my bedroom.�

����������� I'd half expected to discover I'd developed stretchmarks overnight, but no, somehow despite being forced to hold more than twice as much flesh and milk as they had twelve hours ago, my breasts were still surprisingly, and seductively perfect.� I tried to get a sense of their weight with my hands and succeeded, barely, another jolt of desire coursing through me as I looked down and saw my vast expanse of cleavage overflowing my arms.� I willed myself to focus back to finding solutions; if I spent much longer admiring my new endowments, I was liable to end up back in bed spending the rest of the day exploring them in a way that wasn't exactly going to solve any problems, however enjoyable it might be.� Okay, Persephone, think straight now; just spend a few more minutes deciding what to do, and then you can sit down and relax for a bit while you have yourself pumped; as long as you don't get so carried away you pass out again, there's nothing wrong with having some fun while that's going on.

����������� Right, on to getting dressed.� Yeah, nothing in my closet was going to even remotely cover up these titans, and they were already so full that something tight was the last thing I needed.� With a sigh, I reached for my blue bathrobe, the one that looked like it had been made from a Cookie Monster pelt; if I couldn't be respectable, at least I could be not naked for a while.� A couple minutes later and I was, at least kind of dressed, though pushing my boobs out of the way while I tied the belt had been such a hassle that I just decided to let their weight hold things closed in front.� I checked my reflection again; bad choice, my breasts were starting to leak, and I looked way too hot like this; I kind of wanted to watch myself shrug out of my robe again just because yeah, I really wanted to fuck someone right now, and since I was all alone, that pretty much left me with only one choice.

����������� I reached for the pump; if last yesterday I'd already been producing more milk that it could hold; today, well, I wasn't eager to find out by having to haul my tits to the bathroom and back to bed every time I needed to pour another gallon of milk down the sink.� The stairs were awful; I went down the whole way with one hand wrapped around the rail, the other one holding tight to the pump while trying not to bang it too hard into the underside of my left boob, and regretting every step of the way not trying to wrap something around my breasts that might keep them from swaying and wobbling like balloons full of jello.

����������� I reached the bottom trembling, relieved, and barely holding myself together.� My boobs were close to painfully overdue for some attention, and I could already feel warm milk beginning to drip from my peaks and down along their lower hemispheres.� The bathtub seemed like the best place to do this; I could lay down, and if I didn't mind losing the robe I could just pour my milk out right in there with me; maybe it would actually be good for my skin.

����������� I turned.� I heard the muffled jangle of keys, the lock on the front door click, and a moment later the soft creak as it swung inwards.

����������� �Persephone!�

����������� �Elena! Whoa!�

����������� I froze mid-step as my housemate entered, my breasts rebelling against my sudden change of direction, knocking me off balance and to the floor, breast pump, swollen knockers and all.� A second later I sat there, legs tangled in my bathrobe, huge, milky tits spilling across my lap as I looked up to see Elena, well-tanned, raven-haired, as fit as ever, and standing there in the doorway with a look of utter shock on her face.�

����������� �Seph, what the-,� she blurted, staring wide-eyed at my titanic bosom, �What happened to you?� Your boobs-�

����������� �Uh, yeah, welcome back, Ell,� I said giving her a wan smile as I tried to look at least kind of dignified, �So, uh, I guess you noticed there've been few changes since you left last week.�

����������� �Holy crap,� she breathed, not moving from the threshold, �I mean, this isn't some kind of a prank or something, right?� All of that's really you, isn't it?�

����������� �In the flesh,� I admitted, feeling strangely proud of myself that the very sight of my breasts could evoke this kind of reaction, �Though I guess there's a lot more of it now than there was a few days ago.�

����������� �What the hell happened to your boobs, Seph?� she asked again, staring in shock as I struggled to my feet and collapsed into a nearby recliner, my breasts filling my lap and spreading out against the chair's arms, �I mean, how is this even possible?�

����������� �Well,� I admitted with a shrug that put way more into motion than I was used to, �It's actually my fault.� This is going to sound crazy, I know, but last Saturday, well, I was at work, and this woman with these absolutely gigantic breasts came in to use the copier.� Well at least that's what it seemed like then, I think I might be a few inches bigger than she was right now.�

����������� �And let me guess?� Elena said with a cocked eyebrow, �You caught her and she had to grant you three wishes and you spent them all on a pair of back-breakingly huge knockers.�

����������� �No! Well, okay, it's almost as weird as that,� I pushed back, �She told me, and I swear I didn't ask, that she was, and I quote, a 'Certified Lactation Consultant'.� Not only that, but when she was finished and I looked at the bad copies she wanted thrown out, I realized they were some kind of recipe for a serum to make a woman's breasts grow and start producing milk.� I couldn't resist trying it, and as you can see, well, it turned out to be a bit more potent than I was expecting.�

����������� �Wait, so you just found some random photocopies from a busty stranger at the library, followed them, and then used it on yourself?� Elena demanded, �Persephone, did you even think for one second that you might be poisoning yourself or something?�

����������� �Hey, just because I've got a monster pair of tits doesn't mean I'm some bimbo who's not smart enough to work at a library,� I shot back, �Most of the stuff she called for is stuff I've cooked with before, and I read up on all the supplements and things before I started just to make sure they were safe.� Besides, you've met my family before; you even came to the beach with us last summer, do you realize how much it sucks being the only woman at the beach house who isn't carrying around at least a set of cantaloupes in her bikini top?�

����������� �Hey, its okay, I can sympathize, kinda,� Elena countered reassuringly, �Every single woman in my family is so big across the hips that by the time my oldest sister finished college, every single chair in our living room had been replaced by a couch except for my dad's recliner.� Hell, I'm pretty sure you were there that Thanksgiving last year when my sister Jenni's ass actually got stuck in the kitchen door.� The only way I've been able to stave off the same fate is by practically making the gym my second home!�

����������� �Yeah, but that's worked out for you,� I argued, gesturing at my housemate's sultry figure, �You've got like, this perfect hourglass thing going on with those hips of yours; I've always had a body that's just kind of meh.�

����������� �I'm not sure I'd call myself an hourglass,� Elena sighed with a glance down at her own chest, �At least, if I am, I wouldn't mind having a little more sand up top to balance things out.� Say, you wouldn't happen to have any more of that magical boob-enlarging potion of yours, would you?�

����������� �No, I kind of got a little drunk last night and finished off like, the last half gallon of it all at once,� I said, �Which kind of explains how I gained like, sixty cup sizes overnight or whatever.� Besides, I'm not sure you'd enjoy all the effects; my girls here started producing milk two days ago and, well, it's really starting to get out of hand.�

����������� �So, um, is there anything I can do to help?� Elena asked awkwardly, �I can't imagine trying to carry that much weight around all the time.�

����������� �Well, actually, I could use a hand, or two,� I admitted, gingerly lifting myself to my feet and trying not to let my sloshing breasts smack into my chest too painfully this time, �I was headed for the bathtub when you came in; if the fact that my breasts are leaking so much that I can feel the front of my robe getting wet didn't give it away, I'm really overdue for another milking, and if you could bring me my pump from hallway there, I'd really appreciate it; bending over to pick stuff up is a lot harder when your boobs weight, like, forty pounds each.�

����������� �Jeez, that much?� Elena said with a shiver, �You're going need to start wearing a back brace or something if you don't want to end up bedridden with those things.�

����������� �I know, I know,� I nodded as I stepped into the bathroom, looked at the tub and turned to Elena, �Um, Ell, we've known each other for a long time, right?� I, uh, well, this robe is like, the only thing I've got that really fits me okay, and I'd rather not get it all soaked with breast milk right now, so, um, would it be too weird if I kinda stepped out of it before I got in the tub?�

����������� �What, no- I can leave if you like,� Elena said, looking suddenly flustered, �I mean, I'm okay with it if you are, Seph.� It's not like I've never seen you naked before, and there was that time on Spring Break that, you know-�

����������� �Please stay,� I told her as I rolled my shoulders and the robe dropped to the cold tile floor, �You're like, the first person I've been able to talk to about all this since it started, and I could really use some company.� It's just, ah, well, there is one thing I have to warn you about.�

����������� �Oh, and what's that?� Elena asked intently, as she balanced herself on the edge of the tub, one denim-clad and amply rounded hip brushing against my milk-sodden bosom distractingly.

����������� �Well, uh, it's about my boobs,� I lamely began, �Something about all this has made them, ah, really sensitive, like really really sensitive, so if while I'm pumping I happen to say anything or act a little weird, I promise I'm not trying to be a freak or anything, my body is just really primed for pleasure right now.�

����������� �Hmm, you don't say?� Elena said with a half-smile that left me feeling half intrigued and nearly positive that I should send her away until I was done here, for both our sakes, �So, it looks like you've got more than a handful or two to contend with there.�

����������� �Well, since you asked,� I smiled as I patted the tops of my breasts for emphasis, hoping she couldn't tell just how desperate for relief I was, the flow of leaking milk now streaming down into my lap and between my thighs where its warmth was- distracting- to put it mildly, �I could use a bit of help getting the pump all hooked up.�

����������� �Sure thing,� Elena said, already untangling the hoses, �I moved in with a friend of mine for about a month right after she had a baby and had a few health issues, I think I remember how to do all this.� Damn, you weren't kidding about that whole forty pounds each thing, were you?�

����������� �Unh- no, ah- I wasn't,� I said through gritted teeth and Elena gently tried to wrestle my boobs into position and willing myself to resist the doubly-stacked stimulation of my painfully overfull breasts and the touch of her fingers against my skin, �There, that's it; now do the other one just like that.�

����������� �Okay, got you all hooked up to the milking machine and we're all plugged in for power,� Elena reported, �And not a moment too soon from the looks of those udders of yours.� If I didn't know better I'd say you've gotten bigger just since I came in a few minutes ago.� Anyways, should I go ahead and turn it on now?�

����������� �Ah- just one more thing, �I sighed, the smooth embrace of the cups enticing my nipples to swell until they were much too tight for comfort, �Could you go ahead and take the bottle off of there and just set the pump there so it'll empty right into the tub?� I'm pretty sure I've got enough in here to fill it up at least a few times over.�

����������� �Alright,� Elena grinned teasingly as she unscrewed the jar and laid it aside, �You want me to stop the drain too, just so we can see if you're full enough to fill up the whole tub?�

����������� �Yeah, okay,� I agreed before nervously adding, �But only to find out just how much milk we're really talking about here, and besides, if it helps keep me from getting stretchmarks on these monsters, that'll be even better.�

����������� �Okay then, so just flip this switch then and -ohmigosh!� Elena said, turning on the power and jumping as I stifled a yelp of pleasure as the pump set to work.

����������� �Wait, Ell, ooh- its, ahh, okay,� I told her, doing my best to sound like I was in control of myself and failing completely, �Don't turn it off, ahh- this is exactly- what I need right now.�

����������� My eyes were mostly shut as the pump relieved the worst of the pressure in my breasts and I tried to restrain myself more than I had for the last couple of days.� When I did glance up, Elena was still perched there on the edge of the tub, watching me silently and wearing an expression that I'm pretty sure was amusement.� The hum of the pump was hypnotic, laid on top of the sound of milk- my milk- pouring down the side of the tub, at first spattering against its enameled steel bottom, then splashing into the steadily deepening pool of milk that surrounded my body.� With the tide of warm milk gently rising against my skin and the pump sucking away at my breasts, I was finally able to relax and just enjoy the experience, not screaming or writhing around this time, with barely a sigh or a shiver to betray that I was in a nearly constant state of climax.

����������� �Wow, that is a lot of milk,� Elena said, sounding impressed, as I momentarily had my fill of bliss and opened my eyes for a second, �I mean, is there anything you can do with all of it?� It just seems like a waste to just let it all go down the drain.�

����������� �Yeah- ah, I know,� I said looking past my still brimming breasts at the several inches of milk that now filled the tub around me, �I mean- oh, I don't know what we could do with all of it, but I drank some of it last night and it was amazing.� Though that's probably part of the reason my boobs blew up like balloons last night, so maybe- ouch, I can't just drink all of it if I don't want to end up even more enormous than I already am.�

����������� �Um, are you feeling okay?� Elena asked with a worried look on her face, �You sound, you know, kind of distracted or something.�

����������� �Here, turn the pump off for a minute,� I asked, sighing with relief as Elena cut the power, �My breasts are just starting to get a bit sore from all this pumping.� It wasn't so bad yesterday when I only had a gallon or so to get rid of, but running the pump non-stop like this, and the cups and everything, well, it's a lot of pressure and pulling on some parts of me that are already feeling way too delicate and tender lately.�

����������� �Here then, why don't you take a break for a minute then?� You've already pumped all of this out of your boobs already; you don't have to get every last drop all at once,� Elena offered, leaning in to remove the cups from my bosom, each one disconnecting with a heavy wet pop, �Holy cow, Seph, your nipples are fucking enormous!�

����������� I looked down, and though they were nearly beyond the horizon of my swollen bust, I could see she was right.� My nipples were each nearly as long as my little finger, and about twice as thick.� I blindly reached around in front of my bloated breasts and touched one of them.� They really were huge, painfully erect, and still pulsing weakly as milk dripped from their tips.

����������� �Oh, wow,� I breathed, not letting go of my distended peak just yet, �I guess all this sucking must have made them swell up more than I was expecting; no wonder they were getting so inflamed.� Damn, I'm still so full though; there's no way I can just wait until tonight and then try another session later; I've got so much milk in me I think I'll be ready to pop in a couple of hours if I don't get it out of me soon.�

����������� �Well, um, not to sound weird or anything,� Elena suggested, �But would you like for me to help?� I mean, I could do it by hand if you like; it might not go quite as fast as with the pump, but I bet I could make it a little gentler on you that way.�

����������� �Ooh, yes,� I breathed, before realizing just how eager that must have sounded, �Please, that sounds perfect right now.�

����������� �Okay, there's just one other thing, since we seem to be getting awfully personal with all this already,� Elena forewarned, �But there's no way I can do the job while I'm balanced here on the edge of the bathtub.� I think I'm going to have to get in there with you and the twins, if you can make room for me and- and let me know if this is taking things further than you're comfortable with, I'd really rather not get breast-milk all over my best pair of jeans so would it be okay if I, you know, took off my clothes too?�

����������� �Sure, come on in,� I smiled at her lazy and lascivious; �I think there's room enough for two in here.�

����������� �Are you sure?� she asked, sounding surprised at how easily I had agreed, �I mean, now that I think of it, I guess I could always go put on my swimsuit if that would make you more comfortable; it would only take be a couple minutes to dig it out of my summer things and-�

����������� �What, and leave me here with my breasts swelling up like balloons while you go pick through your closet?� I teased, �Come on; it's not like I've got anything to hide anymore; let's go ahead and get comfortable.�

����������� �Alright then, if you insist,� Elena said with a wink as she stood up.

����������� A moment later she was pulling her blouse off over her head, followed by her bra, revealing her own small, pert breasts, much paler than the rest of her body from having to stay at least a little bit modest while she was out on the beach getting a tan.� Her long, dark hair fell thick about her shoulders as she kicked off her shoes, and she smiled at me again as she bent down, unzipping her jeans wide enough to get them past her generous hips, and then pulling them and her panties down to her ankles and stepping out.� I'd seen her in the shower before, just, you know, when we were getting ready for work in the mornings, but now I felt something else.� Maybe it was all the hormones that were gushing through my body right now, or maybe it was because I'd spent most of the last week feeling so horny I could explode and still hadn't had the chance to really do something about it.� I'd been burning to fuck someone ever since I'd woken up Sunday morning with my nipples on fire, and right now Ell was looking really, really good.

����������� �Everything alright?� Elena asked, a glint in her eye as for a moment, we both surveyed each other, �I can't remember the last time I had anyone look at me quite like that.�

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����������� �Come on and get in here with me,� I insisted, �My girls need the attention.�

����������� �Yes, Ma'am,� Elena agreed eagerly as she stepped into the tub with me.

����������� I pressed my legs against the outside walls of the bathtub, and Elena was soon kneeling down between my thighs.� She sat back on her haunches, her fulsome hips rubbing against the sides of the tub, while her sleek, toned butt rested against my legs.� I couldn't help it; I was coming against before she even touched my breasts, though I came again as she reached out and grasped my waiting nipples.

����������� �Here, my hands aren't too cold, are they?� Elena asked solicitously as she tugged on my teats appraisingly, �Let's see, if I remember how this goes, I should start a little bit further out on your boobs and not just yank on them, right?� Like this?�

����������� �Yes, that's it exa-ooh,� I sighed, as Elena's talented hands coaxed another orgasm from my body, as well as twin geysers of milk, which splashed against the buff skin of her tummy, �Oh, ah, sorry about that; it really, um, it just kind of sprays everywhere like that.�

����������� �Hmm, well, good thing I took all my clothes off already then,� Elena smiled, expertly teasing more milk from my breasts with every tug, �It's okay, you can let yourself enjoy this; I can tell you've had a big week.� Besides, I'm having fun too; it wouldn't be fair for me not to let you enjoy the experience to the fullest.

����������� �Ooh- thank you,� I gasped, my entire body trembling as I let all that pent-up desire finally flow through me, �I'm- ahhh, I'm going to have to think of a decent way to thank you for this- mhmm- later.�

����������� �Don't worry about that right now,� she insisted, her body already soaked with milk, �I'm just enjoying having a big, fat pair of tits to play with right now, even if they aren't mine.� And as for thanking me later, I'm sure I'll think of something, though I can't promise it'll be something a nice girl like you will want to agree to.�

����������� I think I blacked out for a few minutes, but when I opened my eyes Elena was still there kneeling between my knees, a mischievous look in her eyes as the tub grew deep enough in milk for it to start lapping over the tops of my thighs and licking at the undersides of my breasts.

����������� �So, and now that I'm practically swimming in this stuff, I just can't help but ask,� Elena said, �You said that your milk went down pretty easy when you drank some of it last night.� Would you mind if I had just a little taste?� I'm a curious girl like that, you know.�

����������� �Mmm, anything you like as long as you keep milking me like that,� I sighed, bracing my arms around the edge of the tub to keep myself from going so limp that I slipped down into it, �Are you sure you wouldn't rather have some from the fridge, though.� This stuff, well, we're both basically bathing in it, so I'm not sure if you'd really want to drink it.�

����������� �Already thought of that, Seph,� Elena purred as she lowered herself down closer to my breasts, �I just wanted to be sure you didn't mind before I went right to the well.�

����������� And while I looked on, she opened her mouth, pointed both my nipples towards her parted lips, and squeezed.� Milk sprayed all over her face, her hair, dripping down her cheeks, and she swallowed slowly before lifting up her eyes to meet mine.

����������� �Mmm, you weren't kidding; though I guess with a personality as sweet as yours, I shouldn't be too surprised that you taste like ambrosia,� she said with a sultry smile, patting one of my breasts approvingly, �So, if everything in the tub is just going to waste anyway, you don't mind if I try a little more, do you?�

����������� �Ahh, help yourself,� I said, waving one hand permissively over my bloated bust, �Just remember, I'm pretty sure part of the reason I woke up this huge today is because I drank so much of my milk last night.� You might want to go easy on this stuff if you don't want to be spilling out of bras faster than you can buy bigger ones too.�

����������� �Actually, I think I could learn to live with that,� Elena whispered, �You might want to hold on to something; as sensitive as you are right now, I bet this is gonna feel really good.�

����������� Wait- why i- Ahhh!� I cried, as Elena leaned down, lips parted, took one of my throbbing nipples in her mouth and began to suck at it eagerly, �Ohh, Ell- Oh fuck- slow down- you're making me cum!� I can't- it's too much for me to-�

����������� I struggled to protest, but I could barely breathe, and way her tongue was rubbing along the underside of my nipple was enough to make me lose my mind several times over.� I held onto the sides of the tub for dear life, my knuckles white as I fought to hold myself up.� There was no point in even trying to control myself anymore- I screamed, I squirmed, so much pleasure was surging into my body I was reduced to quivering paralysis.� Elena knew how to use her tongue; I could feel the milk just gushing from my breast and into her mouth as I nursed her; swallowing each hot, creamy mouthful to make room for the next.� I reached out with a trembling hand, laid my palm on the back of her head, and pressed her even deeper into the lush softness of my bosom.

����������� I felt her hair as it brushed against my tender skin, her cute, upturned nose poking into the aching bulk of my breast.� She mmm'd and ahh'd as she sucked, the muted vibrations of her voice amplified through my tremulous flesh and making me come even harder.� To hold herself up, Elena moved her hands forward, planting them against the bottom of the tub just a few inches further down than I found myself wishing she'd put them, as I squeezed her wrists between my milk-slickened thighs.� Through my moans and sighs of ecstasy, I felt something warm running down my other breast, heard it pouring gently into the tub.� Neglected by Elena, my other breast was starting to leak in sympathy, and not just a little.

����������� My hips bucked and my enlarged breasts helplessly wobbling as I climax after climax burst inside my body, thundering through all my tenderest places, until I was numb to everything but pleasure and the warmth of Elena's lips at my breast.

����������� �Well, now,� Elena breathed, pulling her head back and stretching my tortured peak until it popped from her mouth and sprang back against my breast, pulsing and even fatter and longer than before, �Do you still want me to stop?� I guess I could if you asked me nice, though you might have to sweeten the pot a little to win me over; you're the most delicious thing I've ever imagined.�

����������� �No, no, please, keep going,� I urged her, my entire body still tingling, �I'm still so full; I want you to take it all.�

����������� �Mmm, don't I know it?� Elena said as she sat up and fondled my other breast attentively, smiling as I quivered helplessly at her touch, �This one here is so swollen it looks positively fit to burst; I'd have to be absolutely evil not to help you find some relief.� I'm sorry, am I being too rough with you and your huge, swollen, balloon tits?� I'll try to be gentler, though I'm enjoying sucking on them so much I can't make any promises.� I'm sure when we're done and my tummy is so glutted with milk I can barely move, you'll be able to repay me in kind if I push you a little further than you're willing to go.� So, ready for round two?�

����������� �Ohh, yes,� I whispered, sucking one last breath through my teeth before Elena reduced me to ragged gasping again.

����������� �Here,� she said, grabbing my hand and holding it to the back of her head, �You can pull my hair a little this time; you're not the only one in this tub getting off on this you know.�

����������� She lowered her head; I felt the wetness of her mouth close around my waiting nipple, a surge of milk flooding from my breast, and bliss so all-consuming it could have struck ten women dead, all barely bottled up inside my body.

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����������� �Oof- hey there, are you awake yet?� I heard Elena's distant voice, and shivered as I felt the several inches of milk surrounding me had grown cooler, �Are you just gonna spend the rest of the day in there, or do you want to dry off and get dressed or something?�

����������� �Ooh, what- where am- did you finish?� I asked weakly, the tiled wall spinning into focus above me, along with Elena's smiling face.

����������� �Mmhm, good to the last drop,� she said proudly, �Though I don't know what I'm gonna do if you keep growing like this; another mouthful or two and I think I would have popped.�

����������� I looked up at her.� She was holding a towel around her generous hips, and I gasped when I saw that her belly bulged out like she was six months pregnant.� Elena beamed, and rubbed it affectionately.� I looked down at my own body.� Emptied of milk, my breasts were still enormous, filling the tub to the brim, at least for a few inches in front of me.� Arms shaking, I managed to stand up, my stupendously heavy melons now hanging soft and warm against my body all the way to my waist.� It felt wonderful.� Not just the sensation of my boobs not feeling like a couple of overfilled milk balloons, but the softness, the heavy womanliness of them was just intoxicating.� I wanted to rush to bed, to lay down and feel them spill out across my outstretched arms and have their feminine warmth roll up against my cheeks and down my body.� I longed to lay on top of them, feeling them wobble beneath my weight like my own personal twin waterbeds, billowing out to either side of my body, my hard nipples digging into the comforter, my cleavage laid out in front of me so I could just bury my head in my own sumptuous pillows and go to sleep.� They languished for the touch of someone else's hands, and Elena just looked so ravishing standing there, with the towel barely long enough to wrap around her hips and her big, bouncy ass, and her belly so sensually swollen with my milk.

����������� I stepped out of the tub, milk still dripping from my skin, and captured her in a deep embrace.� Breast-flesh spilled out around my arms, I felt a thrill of desire at the way her bulging belly propped up the weight of my immense bust.� She jerked back with a start, and she looked just about to say something, when I pulled her in close once more and gave her a long, searching kiss.

����������� �Don't you dare tell me this was just a one-time thing,� I told her when we finally parted, �I'll do anything you want, but you'd better be up for sucking my tits morning, noon and night from now on.�

����������� �Mmm, I'm not sure my poor tummy will be able to take that much milk,� Elena sighed, her breath hot against my cheek, �But I think I could be up for a repeat performance at least once a day, twice if you say please.�

����������� �Good,� I whispered, caressing her belly possessively, �I think if you didn't, you might just wake up to find yourself tied to your bed with one of my huge, milky tits in your mouth.�

����������� �If you're trying to talk me out of that,� she murmured, nipping at my earlobe teasingly, �You're not doing a very good job of it.�

����������� �Don't worry,� I assured her, �I definitely plan on thinking the future through very carefull- oh!�

����������� I barely held my balance as my knees suddenly went buckled beneath me, and not in the oh-so-enjoyable way they did when Elena was sucking away at my boobs.

����������� �Sorry, I just- I just felt faint there for a second,� I apologized, releasing Elena, our moment of passion ended, �I'll be- I'm okay now.�

����������� �Seph, you are not,� Elena insisted, gesturing to the bathtub, still a quarter of the way full of milk, �Your body has been in overdrive pumping all that out, and I bet you haven't had anything to eat all day.� You're probably exhausted, and I know you need food; come with me.�

����������� Meekly, I let her take my hand after she wrapped my bathrobe around me and belted it tightly under my boobs, her full belly pressing firmly against them as she reached beneath them to tie the knot.� She led me to the den, my bare breasts swaying voluptuously now that they weren't distractingly full anymore; I found myself having to twist and weave when I stepped through doorways if I didn't want my boobs smacking into the walls loudly and painfully.

����������� �Here, Seph, you sit down here,� Elena instructed, pushing me gently down onto the couch, �Give me a minute and I'm going to go fetch you something to eat, and maybe see if I can't find some pants that will stretch over this belly you've gone and given me, okay?�

����������� I nodded, mutely, as she walked out, still obviously not used to carrying quite so much newly-acquired weight herself.� I was tired, sore, still more than a little bit horny, and absolutely famished.� My mouth was dry, I had one of those weird lop-sided headaches that come on when you go too long without eating, and I think I just sort of melted back into the sofa cushions, boobs spilling over my thighs, for who knows how long until I the scent of something warm, freshly-cooked and Italian reached my nose, followed a moment later by the sight of Elena, oven mitt and shiny dish in one hand, and a mason jar full of something white in the other.

����������� �Sorry to keep you waiting so long,� she said, �It took me longer than I thought to get dressed, and I didn't know quite what to fix for you.� I was thinking about doing pancakes- we've certainly got enough milk to whip up a few stacks of them- but then I was like; 'That'll take forever, and I think I'd probably be knocking stuff off the counter with this belly of mine and do I really want it that close to the electric griddle right now, anyway?' so I just heated up a whole microwave lasagna for you, is that okay?�

����������� I wasn't surprised it had taken her a while to find clothes; Elena was standing there in a white tank top that didn't begin to cover her distended tummy, and a pair of dark yoga pants that used to fit her generous hips pretty well, but were now pulled down in front so far that the waistband rubbed against the underside of her taut belly.�

����������� �Lasagna sounds awesome; thank you� I said, my tongue feeling wet for the first time since I'd woken up in the tub, �But why did you bring me a half gallon on my own breast milk?�

����������� �Well, I figured you're probably all dehydrated and stuff, and what better way to tank back up than having a nice, refreshing glass-er, half gallon of milk?� Elena explained as she set down the crimped steel dish on the coffee table and handed me a serving fork, �Here, be careful with the lasagna; it's still hot and you probably don't want to spill any of it and burn your tits.�

����������� �Ha, I guess I do need to watch out for that now, don't I?� I smiled down at my breasts before carefully lifting a forkful to my lips, �But seriously; my boobs are already quite large enough, thank you very much; the last thing I need is to drink more of that and wake up tomorrow to find my girls have doubled in size again.�

����������� �Okay, okay; I'll go get you some water then,� Elena shrugged, retreating to the kitchen and returning a few moments later with a travel mug full of something that wasn't made of calories, fat and lactation hormones, �Here you go, sparkling fresh from the kitchen sink.� L'chaim!�

����������� �Oh my gosh, I didn't even realize how thirsty I was,� I said as I drained half the cup in one gulp before diving back into the lasagna, �Mmm, I can't remember the last time I was this hungry, I feel like such a pig.�

����������� �Please, Seph, your body just produced like, fifteen gallons of milk or whatever, and all that needed to come from somewhere, so eat up!� Elena insisted, �And if, um, you're not interested in the milk then, do you mind if I drink it?�

����������� �Okay, not that I'm complaining about what happened back in the bathtub there,� I asked, �But what exactly is it with you and my milk?� Do you really think that it's going to make your boobs blow up like mine?�

����������� �Well, if your breasts really grew that much bigger after you sucked down as much as you could hold last night, then yeah, what's so crazy about that?� Elena shrugged as she sat down on the far end of the coffee table, belly bulging between her thick thighs, as she unscrewed the lid and took a taste, �I mean, just because I've got a huge ass and hips that I can barely pull a pair of panties over doesn't mean I wouldn't love having a nice fat set of jugs too, you know?�

����������� �But that stuff could be dangerous; I still don't know exactly what all is flowing through my body right now,� I argued between heaping mouthfuls of cheese and pasta, �I mean, even if I can't explain how it works, do you really want to end up like me?�

����������� �Hmm, now that's an interesting question,� Elena mused, pausing to gulp down about half the jar of milk, her pants actually creaking as her belly swelled out farther, �I'm sure having boobs so big I can barely reach my own nipples would call for a few changes in my life too, but then again, you seem to be enjoying your new developments enough,, at least with me around, and since I've been so generous as to lend you a hand today, I can't believe you wouldn't be willing to return the favor if I ended up with two fat, milky hangers and no way to take care of myself.�

����������� �Okay, but I still think you're crazy,� I allowed, now having shoveled more than half the lasagna into my mouth, �But you have shown me a pretty good time today, so I'm not even gonna try to argue with you on that front- or, any front, actually, mine especially.�

����������� �Mmm, there we go, let just hope this stuff works its magic on my boobs as well as it has on yours,� Elena wish, plunking down the empty jar on the table, before pulling the waistband of her pants an inch or two lower to accommodate her spectacularly distended belly, �Also, if this stuff doesn't end up going straight to my tits, I'm pretty sure I'll be putting on more than a few pounds somewhere, and my ass is already huge enough as it is.�

����������� �Well then, welcome to my world,� I said looking up from my supper with a grin, �Go to bed in the evening, and then wake up in the morning to discover how your huge your body has decided to get overnight.�

����������� �Sure, but at least you know it's gonna be more boobs for you,� Elena said, giving her butt a rueful smack, �I'm already bottom-heavy enough as it is, and even after seeing how much trouble having giant breasts is for you, I still think I'd give almost anything for the chance to walk down the street this winter with fifty pounds of jiggling flesh popping the seams of my sweater.�

����������� �Well, I hope you get your wish then; I just hope you don't regret it if it does come true,� I said, sighing in satisfaction as the empty tin rattled on the table, by own belly now warm and comfortably full, �Oof, if you end up with back problems though, don't say I didn't warn you.� Hey Ell, I'm not so great at this whole standing up thing right now; what time does the clock behind me say?�

����������� �Oh, um, just after seven,� Elena answered after glancing up at the wall, �Did you have somewhere you needed to be?�

����������� �Oh my gosh, even if I did, can you imagine me going to right now like this?� I giggled as I mashed my huge breasts together with my hands, �I'd have to cut a hole in this afghan and wear it like a poncho if I didn't want to get arrested for indecent exposure.� No, I'm just, *yawn* feeling really tired all of a sudden.�

����������� �You know, you, and your body have been through an awful lot today,� Elena noted, �If you're feeling that beat, why don't you just go ahead and get some rest?� It's not like either of us has to work tomorrow.�

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����������� �And why is it so important that you've got the day off too, hmm?� I asked, arching an eyebrow.

����������� �Well, even if you don't get any bigger tonight, you're gonna be due for another round of milking when you wake up, aren't you?� she asked helpfully, �and who else is going to help you pump those big, swollen melons of yours?�

����������� �Okay then, it's a date,� I winked as I heaved myself off the couch, grabbing for the back of a nearby chair as the full weight of my breasts tried to yank me off balance again, �I just hope that all the serum has worked its way through my system and I don't wake up to any new developments tomorrow.�

����������� �Go get some sleep, Seph,� Elena said, coming up and giving me a warmly sensual hug and giving one of my breasts a playful squeeze, �I'm probably going to turn in too before long.� Just wake me up in the morning if you get up first and need any help with these, okay?�

����������� �Thanks, Ell, you really know how to take care of a girl,� I said with a smile as I turned and made my way unsteadily up to bed, �I hope you wake up to some new developments yourself in the morning, even if I think you're crazy to want a pair of ginormous tits like mine.�

����������� I didn't realize just how utterly spent I was until I fell into bed, my free-hanging breasts slapping against my cheek so hard I was sure I was going to be sporting a nice bruise on something tomorrow.� Getting comfortable enough to sleep with breasts this size was harder than I'd expected.� If I lay on my back, they kept trying to roll up into my face, and their weight was enough to make breathing more work than I was used to.� Laying on top of them felt nice, too nice, actually, with my body pressing my plump, tender nipples into the firm mattress, I realized I if I didn't find another position, sleep would have to wait until I made time for a couple of other increasingly urgent needs.� Lying on my side wasn't too bad, though whichever boob was on the bottom kind of ached a bit with its twin weighting down on top of it.� It still felt strange, too, feeling my own body taking up so much space beside me in bed.� I'd never really worried about it much before; a full size mattress had always been more than enough room for me; but now if I needed to roll over, a lot more forethought was called for, more than a little exertion, and a lot of jiggling, I needed to make sure there was an extra foot and a half between me and the edge, since getting pulled out of bed tits-first because I hadn't given them enough space didn't exactly sound like a fun way to wake up in the morning.� Okay, this wasn't perfect; my blanket kept slipping off my breasts and the bedroom felt distractingly cold with so much of my skin exposed, but even getting up to pull another comforter down from the closet felt like too much work, and I was so ready for some sleep.

����������� I was- where was I?- oh, the library again; sitting at the reference desk, topless.� I gasped, and crossed my arms over my breasts, not that I succeeded in covering up very much, before I realized this had to be another dream.� I let go, my boobs fell with a resonant smack against the worn desktop; it was cool and hard against their delicate skin.

����������� Lights flickered from the far corner of the branch, back by the copier.� They were red this time, and as I sat there listening to the sound of my own pulse, I caught a taste of some faint melody borne on the still air, something old and knowing and seductive.

����������� I stood up, and almost tripped immediately; I was wearing heels, a long, kind of old-fashioned skirt and- what was this?- an underbust corset?� Okay, this time I hadn't even had anything to drink before I came to bed, my hormones were definitely still messing with my head.� All the same, I couldn't resist.� I crept through the stacks a silently as I could, though these stilettos weren't exactly quiet on the thin carpet, and as if I hadn't already been having a hard enough time walking, the corset made it practically impossible to bend my back at all, my breasts smacking against it with every step I took.� I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that when I rounded the last bookshelf, there was the busty, red-headed woman, smiling at me expectantly.

����������� What I wasn't ready for was that she was reclining against one end of a ridiculously ornate red velour bordello-style couch, decked out in an array of overlapping skirts, and wearing a crimson brocade jacket with fur collar and cuffs.� She wore a gold waistcoat, and her spectacular bosom was restrained only by a white linen blouse, one thin enough that even in the dim red light, I could easily see her large nipples thrusting against it, and see the outline of her areolae beneath it.� In one hand she was holding a small glass of some emerald-green liqueur.

����������� �Welcome back, my dear� she said winsomely, sitting up a bit so that there was room beside her on the couch, �Have a seat; I was beginning to think you'd never come.�

����������� �You don't need to worry about that; I've come plenty today, believe me,� I joked nervously as I sat down next to her, feeling deeply conscious of my bare breasts and her closeness, �As you can see, �Your serum continues to yield results.�

����������� �Mmm, it certainly is,� the red-haired woman smiled as she reached out and fondled one of my breasts appraisingly without a moment's hesitation, �If it weren't so personal a question, I'd surely ask you just how much of it you've been drinking; I can count on one hand the girls I've helped who ended up bigger than me, and as for the ones who managed it in less than a week, well, let's just say that so far you're bearing up under your new endowments much better than either of them did.�

����������� �Wait, what are you talking about; what happened to them?� I asked, struck by the calculating glimmer in her eye.

����������� �Oh, but I've said too much already,� she demurred, �But you don't really need me to connect all the dots, do you?� A sore back, skin drawn so tight you can see your veins pulsing beneath it, more stretchmarks than you can count; it's a lucky girl who makes it to your size without needing to adjust to life without needing to make her peace with at least a few problems.� Of course, I knew one young woman whose breasts grew so spectacularly massive so fast that even her areolas were shot through with stretchmarks; it made her breasts so agonizingly tender that whenever she was expressing her milk she was practically paralyzed with bliss.� Here, would you care for a drink?�

����������� �Um, thanks,� I said, numbly accepting the glass of cloying green liquid, taking a cautious sip before handing it back and staring down at my breasts, as if I expected everything she had warned about to explode through them any moment, �But I didn't drink any of the serum today, I finished it all last night.� So, um, this is as big as I'm gonna get, right?�

����������� �My poor, sweet girl, do you really think it�s that easy, like flipping a switch?� she asked, reaching out with one red-nailed finger and flicking one of my bared nipples for emphasis, as I tried not to gasp with arousal, �You've deliberately flooded your body with some intensely potent hormones, and you're already enduring the consequences; do you really think that kind of thing wears off overnight like a couple of aspirin?�

����������� �So, my breasts are going to keep getting bigger?� I asked, wrapping my arms around my chest as if that would somehow check their expansion, �Just how much bustier am I going to get before it stops?�

����������� �Now that's the question of the hour, isn't it?� the full-bosomed woman replied warmly, �I'm sorry to confess that I honestly don't know; every woman's body chemistry is different.� You might wake up tomorrow, and after you get finished milking those gorgeous mammaries of yours find you haven't gained so much as another inch, but in my work, I've always tried to wean my girls off the serum when they start producing about half of what they should be, because they usually end up making more until they're putting out twice what they were when I cut them off and, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you, when they're about double the size they were when they had their last dose.�

����������� �Wait, so my boobs are going to keep blowing up until they're twice this big?� I asked, feeling strangely less terrified than I felt I ought to be, �Isn't there like, an antidote or something?�

����������� �No, I'm afraid there isn't,� she said, sounding anything but apologetic, �And I never said that your breasts would keep growing until they're double the size they are now; that's just how it works for most girls.� It's not unusual at all for a woman to end up with her bosom swollen to three or four times the size she was when she had her last dose, but most of them learned all this from me and knew the odds before they went and starting gulping down my recipe with gleeful abandon.�

����������� �Oh, right, sorry; I know I should have asked before I went and did, you know,� I mumbled, suddenly feeling kind of dizzy, �Wait, what's in that drink, anyways?�

����������� �Just another concoction of my own invention,� she said proudly, draining the rest of her glass and setting it down on the photocopier, next to a large gramophone, �So, it looks like those nice fat, udders of yours haven't filled up with too much milk since you and your friend had your little Sapphic interlude this afternoon.�

����������� �What, no, they're not feeling full at all yet,� I answered, �I'm kind of surprised it�s taken this long for them to fill back up again.� Do you think that might be a good sign that they're not going to get that much larger after all?�

����������� �You know, Persephone; I was wondering if you could help me out with something while you're here,� she asked, ignoring my question completely, �Last night I did all the hard work of milking you when your breasts were so swollen with milk they were practically ready to burst, and I was wondering if tonight, you might be kind enough to return the favor.�

����������� �Ah, sure thing,� I said, my mind feeling unsettlingly pliable right now, �Do you want me to get down on the floor and help you now?�

����������� �Mmm, just give me one second,� she said with a wicked smile, �I'll be ready as soon as my milk lets down and- ahh, there we go.�

����������� Moaning softly, she arched her back, closing her eyes as she thrust her huge breasts out in front of her.� The seams of her blouse strained as she showed off her magnificent bust, bulging out even more impressively as she inhaled.� And then I realized, she wasn't just throwing her tits out- her breasts were actually growing, getting bigger by the second.� After half a minute I could see a creamy expanse of taut flesh through the gaps in the front of her blouse, her buttons barely managing to keep her top together.� Before long the white fabric clung to her bust like a second skin, her breasts jutting out at least another three inches farther than they had when I found her.� She looked absolutely thrilled, sucking in another breath of air, a shiver running through her ample form.� A look of discomfort passed across her face, stitches popped and buttons shot across the room, and a moment later her breasts burst free of their confinement.

����������� �Ohh, yes, that's what I need,� she murmured to herself, hands behind her head as her breasts billowed out in front of her, �Ooh, so much milk; my poor tits can barely hold it all.�

����������� She was nearly as big as me now, and growing faster than ever now.� Her breasts hung heavy and full upon her lap, her nipples hard and glistening as they began to leak.� As she licked her lips, her breasts began to swell up with milk at a staggering rate; I realized just how familiar she was with the costs of such an unnaturally massive bust.� Where her breasts erupted from her chest, livid white striations stretched across her most desperately over-laden flesh.� Her boobs were bigger than beach balls now, bigger than, well, mine, and could hear her skin creaking as it stretched to hold more, her breasts being glutted with milk at such an alarming rate that it made mine hurt just to watch.

����������� Her breasts ballooned out past her knees now, firm with countless gallons of milk and rising nearer and nearer to her chin.� Her eyes were screwed shut tight in concentration; though the exact mix of pain and bliss that filled her was something I could only wonder at.� Fat, white drops ripened and fell from her dimpled peaks and began to soak the carpet by her feet.� Her breasts were easily twice as gigantic as they had been just a few minutes before; they were finally so immense that her right one touched my own increasingly overshadowed pair, tight and smooth and hot against my skin.

����������� �Hnh, come on, just a little more,� she said through clenched teeth, her entire body as taut as a bowstring, �Mmm- there! Ohh!�

����������� One last burst of milk surged into her breasts.� They creaked alarmingly as they expanded another several inches in the space of a few seconds.� She was pushing herself as far as she could possibly go, maybe too far even for her; through the almost translucent skin of her breasts, I could see faint blue veins just below the surface, curving gently across her vast globes.� The final load was poured into her body, and she gasped as her breasts creaked unnervingly, bright red stretch marks blossoming across the lower hemispheres of her bosom.�

����������� �Oh, but there's nothing quite like being so full of milk you're literally ready to burst,� she breathed, fixing me with a concupiscent stare, �You can't begin imagine what it feels like, having your breasts so dangerously overfilled that you're absolutely helpless.� At least- not yet.�

����������� �Oh my gosh, what can I do to help?� I asked, my own breasts aching in sympathy as I watched her titanic melons quivering there like a pair of overinflated balloons,� What do you want me to do?�

����������� �Mmm, get down on your knees,� she commanded gently, �and suck me dry.�

����������� �Of course,� I agreed without really thinking about disagreeing as I got down on the floor, �I'm just- you're so enormous- I'm not sure I can even hold that much milk.�

����������� �Oh, don't worry about that,� she reassured me, reaching around one distended breast to play with my hair, �You will.�

����������� I knew I should stop this now.� I knew I should get up and run; no matter how strong or fast she was, there was no way she could catch me with her tits so utterly distended as they were right now.� And yet, the moment I felt the pebbled skin of her nipple against my tongue, and the first surge of hot, sweet milk filled my mouth, I lost any hope of resisting.

����������� �Yesss, suck harder,� she breathed, pressing my face deeper into her overfilled breast, �Come on, you can do better than that; my tits are carrying so much milk and I want it all inside of you.�

����������� I couldn't argue; every mouthful was like heaven, and I nursed so eagerly that her massive breast expressed milk vaster than I could swallow, as I felt it leaking out around my lips and trickling down my chin.� I was so fucking turned on I couldn't think straight.� This wasn't like me- having huge boobs was hot, hell, even having Elena sucking on them was a turn on, but this, I'd never dreamed about being forced to my knees like this before, never fantasized about having some mammoth-breasted milf stuff her throbbing tit in my mouth and command me to drink every last drop; this was insane.� And still I was reveling in every moment of it, and longing for more.

����������� �Oh, I can already feel the pressure starting to fade,� she sighed blissfully, �I can't imagine how a girl with a mouth like yours doesn't already have a boyfriend.�

����������� I felt myself blushing, but I didn't stop.� Her immense breast was beginning to feel softer now; being relieved of however many gallons I had so willingly forced into my own body was clearly having an effect.� It dawned on me that I felt fine, and that was weird.� Drinking this much milk had left Elena's belly distended like a balloon, and yet, the waistband of my skirt was no tighter than when I first fell to my knees, this corset I was wearing, stiff as it was, still fit around me well enough.� I lifted a hand and felt for my belly; this was a dream, were my clothes expending right along with- no.� It wasn't that.

����������� My tummy was just as trim as I was used to, my hips still modest- my breasts though, were blowing up by the second.� I cupped a palm against one; every surge of milk I swallowed was going straight to my tits.� They already hung several inches lower than before; even up on my knees like this I could feel their weight pressing down against my thighs.� I put my other hand to work exploring; my bust was growing wider too, damn, I was going to have to turn sideways just to fit through my bedroom now after this.� The red-haired woman's bosom still pushed gently against mine, but I realized this meant nothing, as her body receded, mine was billowing outwards.�

����������� I knew I should be panicking, but it just felt too good to stop.� Every inch of flesh I touched crackled with pleasure; I almost choked on a mouthful of milk as I was stuck by an unexpected climax.

����������� �Ahh, caught on to what's happening at last, have you?� she teased, �You wanted enormous breasts, and now you're going to get them.� Swearing off my serum won't be enough to stop what you've already done to your body.� There, there, girl, just keep drinking; I've still got so very much to share with you.�

����������� And she did.� I sucked and sucked, my skin cold with sweat, my panties soaked through with lust, and my breasts becoming more and more swollen with every drop I welcomed past my lips.� By the time the pressure of each surge lessened, my breasts were hanging oppressively against my legs.� By the time her bloated nipple started to soften, I needed to hold my arms outwards awkwardly if I wanted to reach in front of me.� By the time she took her hand off the back of my head, freeing me from her warm, soft breast, I felt like my chest must weigh twice what it had before.� I was exhausted, huge, and overwhelmed.

����������� �So, how does it feel to be a really big girl?� I heard her whisper, �Is it everything you imagined when you stole my recipe?�

����������� �Oh- it's all just- it's too much,� I sighed, my heart racing and my head spinning, �I need- please, let me just- I need to lay down for a minute before-�

����������� �Oh, you can't expect me to do that,� she taunted, �You wouldn't leave me like this without even starting on the second course, would you?�

����������� I opened my eyes.� I gasped.� I don't know if it was because I'd just finished reducing one of her breasts to about half its milk-swollen size, or if all this time her other one had been filling up with even more, but her other tit was fucking gigantic.� If she had looked like her breasts were ready to burst before, now this one looked like it was about three second away from exploding.

����������� �Come on, don't torture me with suspense like this,� she urged, twining her fingers into my hair again, �You've still got so much for me to give you.�

����������� My breasts already sore, my shoulders sagging from their weight, I submitted, wrapping my lips around her wet, turgid nipple.

����������� It was like sucking on a firehose.� I felt like I was struggling not to drown as a torrent of milk surged into me.� I wasn't even sucking this anymore; it just kept coming, and coming.� My breasts were growing even faster now; they were getting sore where they chafed against the boning of my corset; my back was starting to hurt from bearing their weight in one position for too long.� I couldn't force myself not to enjoy it though; just the slightest touch against my inflating bosom would have brought me to my knees if I hadn't been there already, and I could hear her murmuring with soft approval as she felt my body shuddering helplessly against hers.

����������� �There we go; now you're learning what if feels like to have your breasts really filled to the brim,� she sighed lasciviously, squeezing her immense breast between her hands and laughing as an overwhelming burst of milk gushed into my mouth, �It's not without its charms, of course, but neither is it a burden easily borne.�

����������� Fuck all, I was getting huge.� My tits were almost to my knees now, and supporting their weight was becoming absolute agony.� They felt impossibly full, but weirdly different than when I went too long without being milked before; I couldn't guess how much broader than my body they were by now, as they began to rub against the edge of the couch in front of me.� They were just expanding so fast now; my skin was stretching, tingling as they strained to take in even more of her milk, and every ounce of it threatened to leave me helpless.

����������� If she hadn't been there, I think I'd have been on my back in a second, massive melons lolling out across the floor, one hand tunneling under a mountain of tit until I could reach between my legs and really enjoy myself properly.� But there she was, still so very full of milk and so insistent, so dominating.� Even as the flood pouring into my mouth grew less overwhelming, I craved more.

����������� �Oh yes, feel them stretching, aching as you gorge them with more,� she said, �I know the feeling so intimately; nature might have given me big tits already, but I didn't get to be the biggest name in my business without pushing myself as far as I could, without being willing to make the sacrifices that come with that kind of success.�

����������� My nipples brushed the floor; I couldn't be that big already and- ohh- they couldn't be that sensitive.� I was.� They were.� I could hear my own flesh creaking with excess, fleeting pinches across the vastness of my breasts as they reached their limits, and then little by little surrendered.� My entire body was spent.� My back had seized up under their load, my shoulders burned.� My cheeks, my throat- muscles I didn't know I had were sore from so much sucking, so much swallowing.� But none of it compared to my breasts.

����������� My arms didn't begin to reach around them anymore, and even the lactation specialist's bountiful bust was beginning to be lifted up by my rising tide of cleavage.� There was a brief moment of incomparable tightness, and then, I swear, I heard a pop, and somehow I knew my nipples had just doubled in size, digging against the rough carpet so hard I wanted to beg her for mercy.� I caressed my swelling breasts as tenderly as I was able; I could feel the stretchmarks forming under my fingertips, growing wider as my breasts trembled under a burden far beyond their limits.

����������� I was going to explode, I knew it.� There was just no way my boobs could hold this much milk.� Even if they weren't being filled so savagely by a cruel and milky mistress, even if I hadn't already spent the last week pushing them dangerously far, nothing- nothing could have prepared my body to hold this much.� Even her breasts had groaned and strained when she filled them up with all this milk; how could I hope to endure in a few minutes what she had spent years training her body to endure?

����������� �Oh, you've lasted so much longer than I expected you would,� she said, sounding almost impressed in spite of herself, �Not that any woman survives something like this without a few mementos to show for it.� But don't let me distract you; I'm still not empty yet.�

����������� I wanted to stop, but she was still mashing my face into her boob and I was getting weaker, and heavier, with every mouthful I swallowed.� I knew I should be freaking out; my breasts were so overfilled I was sure they were going to pop any second now, and yet, even if I'd had the strength to pull away, it still felt too good to want to.� Even with my boobs trembling on the brink of catastrophe, I was still quivering with pleasure as I came and came again.� She wanted to see just how much my boobs could take; I couldn't deny it any longer- I wanted to find out too.

����������� I couldn't last much longer.� The edge of the couch was cutting in against my boobs unbearably, the library carpet rough against their overstretched skin as their bulk rested more and more on the floor in front of me.� My back was excruciating; I could feel my pulse throbbing through my distended breasts, billowing bigger and bigger as they became more dangerously overfilled.� They felt like two huge water balloons suspended from my chest, already so tightly stretched that even the slightest poke would be enough to make them explode, and swiftly growing closer to the point where their own obscene fullness would be enough to do them in.

����������� �Ah, there we are,� the woman said approvingly, releasing me from her bosom and looking down to where I knelt, pinned to the ground by my dangerously bloated breasts, �I suppose you might be able to wring a few more ounces from me, but I think you've had about as much as you can take for now.� How does it feel?�

����������� �Oh, please- they're way too full,� I begged, my breasts so titanically overladen that I wasn't sure it was safe to even touch them right now, �Look, I'm sorry I stole your serum, but there's no way my poor tits can hold this much milk- they really are ready to burst!� Please, just milk them at little; right now they're so full I'm almost afraid to breathe!�

����������� �Milk them?� she asked, leering down at me with a wicked smile. Her own breasts now soft, heavy, and comfortably filling her lap, �Whatever do you mean?�

����������� �All this milk- I can't hold it all!� I pleaded, gesturing towards my tremendous bosom, �I'm not asking you to suck it out; can't you at least get down here and relieve some of the pressure by hand like you did last night?�

����������� �Oh, so that's what you think is happening to you,� she said with mock surprise, �Here, why don't you go ahead and make yourself comfortable while I explain?� I'd offer you a seat up here with me, but I you're so enormous now that hanging those monsters off the edge of my seat would be far too dangerous for you in your present condition.� Here let me help you sit back a little more comfortably.�

����������� �Wait, what are you talking about?� I demanded vainly as she walked around behind me, grabbed my bare shoulders with surprising strength, and confidently pulled me back until I was sitting on the floor, my legs straight out in front of me, buried out past my knees under hundreds of pounds of breast-flesh.� My boobs rose so high now that they pressed against my neck; all I had to do was look down to feel my chin sinking into their aching immensity.

����������� �Why my dear girl, I would have thought you'd figure it out by now,� she said, slowly walking around me to examine her the results of her efforts more closely, �I would have expected that after the last few days you'd know those overgrown melons of yours are way too soft to be full of milk.� No, every last inch of what you feel weighing you down, stretching your skin, making your heart race and your loins quiver, that's all you, my dear, now and forever.�

����������� �Wait, seriously?� I cried, staring at my colossal boobs with alarm, �But, they're already too big, too tight- what happens when they start making more milk again?� What am I supposed to do?�

����������� �Hmm, well you are awfully close to your limit, I'll give you that,� she acknowledged, getting down on her haunches to look me in the eye, �I suppose you'd better make sure that breast pump of yours is ready for a workout tomorrow.� Either that, or hope that roommate of yours wakes up really thirsty tomorrow, because if I know tits, and I do, I think your girls here are going to be making enough to keep a small dairy in business come morning; and you'd better have some way of letting it all out if you don't want to find out what being full enough to burst really feels like.�

����������� �Oh my gosh- seriously?� I was starting to panic, �Come on, there's got to be something you can do- an antidote, anything!� My tits can't get much bigger than this!�

����������� �Well, I hate to sound like a broken record, dear, but you did do this to yourself,� She said apologetically, as she grabbed one of my swollen nipples and gave it a firm squeeze that nearly made me faint, �Yes, if you enjoyed being a cow yesterday, you're going to love what's coming.� I just hope for your sake that girlfriend of yours is up to the challenge.� Sweet dreams.�

����������� �You can't-,� I begged, �I didn't mean to-�

����������� She didn't let me get any further than that.� Without a word, she smiled, swung back both arms, and slapped my breasts as hard as she could.� I screamed, I came, and the library faded around me as I lost consciousness, the last thing I remembered was the shapeless and oppressive weight of my breasts rolling across my body as I fell backwards, and the exquisite tightening of my skin as my chest tried to drag all that weight up along my body as I collapsed.

����������� My head was still spinning.� It was morning; my sheets already felt wet from where my boobs were leaking.� I needed Elena; I needed to pump.� I tried to roll out of bed.� I couldn't move.