So, just to get this out of the way; I’ve had some stuff going on and I haven’t had as much time to write as I like, and since it’s been months since I posted the most recent installment of this story, I’m going to just go ahead right now and put up Day 9.  Don’t worry, Day 10 (the thrilling conclusion) is well underway, and this chapter isn’t exactly a short one, so hopefully it won’t disappoint.  Thanks everyone who’s been patient waiting for this; I hope you enjoy it. 

 

Also, part of the reason I wanted to put this chapter up by itself, is that I’m still not sure about a couple point in the next chapter, so I’d love to hear from anyone with ideas about where they’d like to see all this end up.

 

And of course the traditional warning: This story has embarrassingly huge breasts becoming huger, erotic lactation, making out and stuff, and gratuitous pantslessness.  If that’s not your bag, then I recommend you seek your entertainment elsewhere.  If that’s what you’re here for though, please read on.

 

10 Days in the Life of a Librarian, Part 5

by: Kodos

 

 

Day 9

 

            I guess I'd had it in the back on my mind that I might be able to get to church somehow today, but that was out of the question now.  I couldn't move.  Just the idea made me smile now, imagining what a scare I'd give old Mrs. Calhoun if I somehow managed to cram my huge melons into a choir robe; it was almost enough to make me try to drag my swollen udders out of bed, but it seemed I didn't really have a choice about that anymore; I was just too huge and too heavy.  Just getting around had been as much as I could handle yesterday, and I felt I'd gained another fifty pounds of boob overnight, every ounce of it weighing against my chest or spilling out across the bed.  My arms were pinned down out to my elbows; if I wanted to see just how much bigger I'd gotten overnight, I was going to have to work for it.  My breasts wobbled and ached as I kicked off the covers; regardless of how much bigger they'd become since I came to bed, a night of neglect had left them awfully full.

 

            My comforter fell to the floor with a thwump; I looked down at myself and gasped.  I wasn't quite as gigantic as I'd become in my dream, but even after going without the serum for two days, I was still definitely a growing girl; my tits rising several inches higher than before, their flesh pressing warm and yielding against my chin.  My fat nipples stiffened against the cool air of my bedroom, and a moment later the warm dampness spread along my overstretched skin as they began leaking milk, flowing in thin rivulets down the roundness of my breasts and dripping onto my legs.  It was time to be milked, and I needed it soon; whether Elena wanted to hook me up to the breast pump again or take care of my needs personally, I needed relief, and either way, she was the one who needed to give it to me.

 

            “Elena, are you up yet?” I called, trying not to sound too panicked by the fact that I was now trapped under my own boobs, “I, uh, I need a little bit of help here, can you come to my room?”

 

            No answer.  I listened for the squeak of a door, or the creak of floorboards, but there was nothing.  Okay, so I was on my own here then.  I tried to sit up again, and made it about halfway before, arms and stomach burning with effort, before I collapsed, panting, back into bed, my own tits, rolling up and slapping me in the face tauntingly.  Damn, these things had enough weight to really do some damage now; if I ever managed to walk again, I was going to have to be careful if I didn't want to put someone in the hospital with these monsters, least of all myself.

 

            Alright then, I was all alone, I couldn't get out of bed, and my breasts were growing fuller by the minute; I could feel every last ounce of hypertrophied flesh growing more sodden with milk every time I breathed, the pressure inside them increasing no matter how much they leaked, forcing my already overtaxed skin to stretch farther and farther.  There was no help for it; I needed to take matters into my own hands.

 

            It took an eternity to work my arms free; after just few minutes I was already hot and out of breath just from the effort and I hadn't even accomplished anything yet.  I reached out over my vast bosom for my swollen peaks- fuck; I was too massive to even reach my own nipples anymore.  No, no-failure wasn't an option here; I grabbed-as tenderly as I could- at my mountainous, fleshy bosom and succeeded, after several sweaty minutes of trying to ply my boobs into position.  Everything between my chest and my nipples bulged out uncomfortably around my arms, while the whole underside of both my boobs was drawn even tighter than before, but at least I had my fingers firmly wrapped around both swollen and milk-slickened nipples.

 

            I set my jaw and squeezed.  I screamed; I came, and two thick jets of milk gushed from my breasts.  I could barely even keep a grip on my nipples now, they were so thick and slick with milk; and tugging on them gently like I'd been doing the last few days was out of the question.  My only option right now was brute force, squeezing as hard as I could on my tender, milk-glutted peaks until I'd at least drained enough milk from them to stagger into the bathroom and hook myself up to my breast pump.

 

            Another thick white geyser shot out across the bed, so much pressure behind it that I could hear the some of it spatter against the floor.  I came again; this was brutal.  I'd only been awake for ten minutes and already every muscle from my waist up was burning from the strain, my breasts still so overfilled with milk that I felt like I was a pinprick away from exploding, and my nipples already throbbing excruciatingly, though that was more a result my rough handling or because of the vast amount of milk I was forcing them to release, I couldn't know.

 

            Fifteen minutes later, my sheets and my entire body were soaking wet with sweat and milk and unwelcome yet persistent desire.  I was ready to pass out, but I willed myself to focus; if I fainted now, who knows how much more desperately overfilled my tits would be by the time I woke up.  I had a flashback of my dream from the night before; my tits even more alarmingly engorged than they already were, my already overstretched skin drawn so taut that I was afraid to even move, immobilized in bed by their weight, aching nipples impossibly beyond my reach, and Elena nowhere in sight to rescue me.  I had to keep milking myself; if I fell behind now, it would just be a matter of hours before I'd be helpless, trapped by my boobs as they became more and more painfully distended, and how much time I'd have after that before they reached their ultimate limit wasn't something I was eager to find out.

 

            I paused; over the sound of my own labored breathing and the sound of heavy drops of milk falling against the hard floor of my bedroom I heard the click of the front door unlocking.  A few seconds later it slammed shut, and then came the familiar sound of Elena's workout shoes on the floor.

 

            “Ell, is that you?” I called out, surprised at how husky and needy my voice sounded.

 

            “Seph, are you okay?” she answered brightly, as if she had no reason at all to expect that I'd be in any distress at all, despite everything that she'd seen the night before.

 

            “I'm stuck; I need help,” I shouted, “Hurry, I'm in my room.”

 

            A moment later the knob turned, the door swung inwards, and there was Ell, clad in her workout clothes, smiling and slightly disheveled, looking nothing at all like a girl who had just last night swallowed enough milk to leave her with a debilitatingly huge belly.  As soon as she laid eyes on me her jaw fell open.

 

            “Holy cow, Persephone!” she sighed in awe, “You're even bigger than last night.”

 

            “Well, at least one of us is,” I countered flatly, “It doesn't look like you're any worse for wear after spending all day sucking on my tits.”

 

            “I know, isn't it just a shame?” she sighed, giving her boobs a disappointed squeeze, “I mean, I think my bra might be just the tiniest bit tighter this morning, so maybe this is just the start and I'll start blowing up like you any day now.  On the other hand, my shorts are definitely snugger than they were yesterday, so it looks like I might finally be developing the infamous Finklestein Family Butt after all.  I'm not quite sure how I feel about that just yet, you know?  Like, I don' mind getting a bit bigger down there if it means my boobs are finally growing, but like, what if people don't even notice I've finally started getting bustier because my hips are like, out to-”

 

            “Would you stop talking about your big ass for two seconds and help me here?” I shouted, the pressure in my breasts growing more intolerable licking at the intolerable, “My tits feel like a couple of overfilled water balloons and if you could just, like, go get the breast pump so I don't explode ten minutes from now, I'll be a lot more comfortable and chatty, okay?”

 

            “Oh my gosh, Seph; I'm sorry, I'm such a ditz sometimes,” Elena said apologetically, “Here, give me one second and I'll have you and the twins hooked up in a jiffy.  Do you want to do it in the bathtub again?”

 

            “Oh, I'd love to,” I told her, as the pain of my forswollen breasts receded for a moment as I remembered how much fun yesterday had been, “But my tits are literally too heavy for me to move right now, and even if I did have way more lower back strength than I do, they're just so awfully full and bloated right now, I think they might actually burst without my mattress here to support them.  Remember when I tried that home-brewing thing a couple summers ago?  I think I might still have one of those five gallon carboys in the spare room; would you mind grabbing it so you won't have to spend more time emptying the pump than I do actually getting pumped?.”

 

            “Sure, I think I saw it in there, uh, well, it's pretty big; I'm sure I'll be able to find it,” Elena agreed, “Here, um, I'll be right back as soon as I get everything.  Meanwhile, you just stay there, be comfortable, and, uh, try not to let your boobs explode before I get back.”

 

            “Believe me, I'll do my best,” I smiled wanly as she raced out of the room, before muttering to myself, “Not that they've been paying much attention to what I want all that much lately.”

 

            It felt like forever as I heard Elena rushing around the house, though it must have only been a couple minutes.  Still, by the time she came back with the breast pump in hand, my boobs felt every bit as overfilled as they had when I woke up.  I heard her in the spare bedroom, tossing piles of clothes and discarded library books aside as she dug for the carboy, my breasts growing more agonizingly tight and heavy with each second she tarried.  Looking down at the expanding vista of pale flesh pressing me to the bed, I fancied I could actually see myself growing, expecting any moment to see my taut, overstretched skin suddenly erupt in stretchmarks, starting underneath where my staggering load of milk and flesh weighed heaviest, and then racing around the circumference of my swollen globes as my skin began to surrender, overwhelmed by a body determined to glut my boobs with far too much for them to long endure unmarred.  I was sure I could actually hear them stretching to contain it all when the sound of the huge glass bottle scraping along the floor reached my ears.  A moment later Elena appeared at the door, triumphantly lugging the carboy after her.

 

            “Holy crap,” she said as I caught her eye, “Seph, your tits are just blowing up like balloons now!”

 

            “Jeez, do you think I haven't noticed that yet?” I bitched, gesturing to my over-enlarged mammaries, “Come on; don't just stand there, get me hooked up so we can do something about it!”

 

            “Right,” Elena said eagerly, rushing forwards with the pump and the five gallon bottle, “Here, I'll have you all set up in just a second.”

 

            “Ouch!  Dammit, Ell, what are you doing to my nipples?” I yelped, as I felt her roughly handling my monstrously swollen peaks, “They're sore enough without you treating me like a fucking dairy cow in line for the milking machine.”

 

            “Sorry, I'm being as gentle as I can,” Elena said, as she continued to pinch and squeeze me, “It's just, well, it's not just your boobs that went through a bit of a growth spurt overnight, your nipples have just like, blown up since last time I tried to hook you up to this thing.  It's like trying to stuff a pair of overripe tomatoes into a couple of sewing thimbles so cut me some slack, okay?”

 

            “Okay, okay,” I backed up, “I know you're doing your best too; I know you're not torturing my tits on purpose.”

 

            “Ha, at least not right now,” Elena laughed, as she started work on my other milk-laden breast, “Once we get you out of 'Oh my gosh my boobs are about to explode!' territory, I can't promise a little torture won't be on the menu.  Wow, sorry if this is tugging more than usual; if you get much bigger than this, we're going to need more tubing just for this thing to reach both your girls at the same time.”

 

            “Oh, um, look, as soon as I don't feel like the Hindenburg getting ready to explode, then you can get all sassy and playful again, alright?” I said, taken aback by Elena's suggestion, “If you can get a couple dozen gallons out of me right now, I promise I'll be like soft butter in your hands later.”

 

            “I hope you know I'm going to hold you to that,” she said, standing up from in front of my right breast and smiling playfully, “For right now though, let's see if this doesn't take some of the pressure off.”

 

            She bent over and flipped the switch on the pump, and immediately I felt the pump sucking away at my tits.

 

            “Ow, fuck!” I gasped through clenched teeth as a trickle and seconds later a torrent of milk pouring into the carboy.

 

            “What?” Elena asked, looking at me wide-eyes and worried, “Should I turn the power down?”

 

            “No- leave it; I'm- I'm fine,” I gasped, “The cups are just too tight now.  This really fucking hurts.”

 

            “Is there anything I can do?” Elena asked helpfully, “Maybe if I got some Vaseline or something to rub on your skin it wouldn't be quite so bad.”

 

            “No, I'm okay,” I insisted, the cups as gentle as sandpaper on my aching nipples, “Getting some of this out of me is more important that being comfortable right now.  Being sore later is way better than having my tits explode because I couldn't suck it up and take a little pain right now.”

 

            “Okay, as long as that's the way you want it, Seph,” Elena conceded, as she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of my boobs, only to reach out and start to massage them tenderly, “At least you shouldn't have to wait too long before you're down to a safer size; the pump's already sucked a couple gallons out of these udders of yours.  By the way, you don't mind if I just sit here and do this for a while, do you?”

 

            “Mmm, not at all,” I sighed, letting my head roll back as I tried to focus on the confident touch of Elena's fingers and ignore the rasping tightness of my milking harness, “Oh, yes, just keep doing that; you're distracting me from how uncomfortable I am right now and how I'm kind of starting to freak out about how my tits are still growing so fast.”

 

            “Hmm; you know I've actually been thinking about that,” Elena mused, still thoughtfully caressing my swollen breasts, “I hope they're feeling at least a little better now; they're a lot softer to the touch than they were when I was getting you all hooked up.”

 

            “Oh yes,” I breathed, “If it wasn't for the fact that I still feel like someone's put clamps on my nipples, I think I'd be well on my way to feeling pleasantly milky and full instead of ready to pop.  But anyways, what had you been thinking about?”

 

            “Oh yeah,” Elena said brightly, “I mean, not like it's some genius idea that only a rocket scientist like me could conceive of, but shouldn't we try to find the woman whose recipe you took?  I mean, she told you herself she was a professional lactation specialist, so she's got to know a way to reverse this before your boobs get so huge that they- I mean, at least she's got to have a way to force your tits to stay this size and not get any bigger.”

 

            “I've been thinking about that for the last two days, but I don't even know where we'd start,” I admitted, shrugging in despair and setting my ever more onerous endowments aquiver, “I remember seeing her name printed on the page when I was helping her copy it at the library; I just wish I'd had enough sense to read it off and remember it.”

 

            “Well, we can still try, even if she's not likely to have a full page ad in the phone book,” Elena insisted, “Why don't we try searching for her online?  It's not like there are that many huge-breasted lactation specialists in town, you know?”

 

            “'Just look for the answer on the internet' only works in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, not in real life,” I told her, “Besides, if I go on Google and type in, 'Busty Lactation Specialist” I'm not going to find her phone number and a map to her front door, it'll probably just give me a bunch of weird erotic stories written for weirdoes, and getting involved in that is the last thing I want on top of all the problems I'm already dealing with.

 

            “So you're saying there's something wrong with people being interested in a girl with huge, milk-swollen breasts?” Elena asked with feigned surprise as she gave one of my pale melons an affectionate squeeze, “Oh look, congratulations, you've just reached the five gallon mark.  Here, let me turn this thing off for a minute so I can empty it out before you make it overflow.  Do you want me to take the cup off you so your boobs can breathe a bit while I'm taking care of this?”

 

            “Oh no, just leave me hooked up,” I told her, “My nipples feel so sore and tender; I think if you took the cups off now they'd bloat up twice as big and then we'd never get the rest of this pumped out of me.  Just hurry; even with the pump turned off these are about as comfy as wearing a bra lined with Brillo pads.”

 

            “Okay, okay, just give me one minute here,” Elena urged as she hefted the brimming bottle from the floor, “Geez, no wonder you can't walk, I can barely carry a few gallons of this stuff!  Here, you just wait right there while I pour this into the bathtub and I'll be right back.”

 

            As I waited in bed for her to return, I caught sight of my reflection across the room.  Even with all that Ell had just pumped out of me, my tits were still fucking ginormous.  My nipples were even more tortured than I'd thought they were, their sensitive flesh turning a livid purple hue through the clear rubber of the cups, while radiating out around each one was a raw, angry circle of red that looked ready to spread across the delicate skin of my areolae.  There was no way I could live like this.  Aside from dealing with the pain of the whole pumping process, even if my boobs stopped growing right this second, I'd be lucky if I made it a week before my milk ducts grew so inflamed from this rough treatment that they swelled shut.  And then where would I be?  I imagined myself with nipples swollen to the size of overripe tomatoes, so tight they wouldn't express so much as a drop, no matter how high Elena turned up the machine.  I imagined being helpless as my aching tits became ever more dangerously overfilled with milk, their yielding flesh growing agonizingly hard as they were saturated with far more milk than my body could possibly hope to hold, straining and creaking until they finally couldn't take another drop and-

 

            “Okay, I'm back,” Elena chirped as she carried the carboy back into my bedroom, “Here, let me just get it set back up here and- okay, you all ready for round two?”

 

            “We might as well go ahead and get it over with,” I agreed, wincing as she reached for the switch on the breast pump.

 

            “Here we go then,” Elena said, brightly as the pump hummed to life again, “Just a few more minutes of this and then we can get you nice and comf- uh oh.”

 

            I flinched again.  It hadn't hurt this much last time, and the pump was sucking way harder than before.  I felt the tubes attached to my breasts jumping like fire hoses; I heard the sound of milk surging into the bottle.  The motor's hum was rising into a high-pitched whine.

 

            “Fuck, Elena, turn it off, turn it off!” I gasped.

 

            “I can't!” she cried, flicking the switch back and forth, “It's not working right!  Here, I've got the cord; I'll just unplug-”

 

            She was interrupted by a load pop, a smell like burning circuits, and then silence as the pump fell dead.

 

            “Uh oh,” she said, “I think we just blew a fuse.  Here, um, this is probably going to take a few minutes at least; why don't I go ahead and set you loose here while I'm working on this, okay?”

 

            “Yes, please,” I sighed as she set to work, grateful to have an excuse to free my girls from the grasp of the breast pump, “Ooh, that feels so much better.”

 

            “Um, wow,” Elena murmured as the cups came off, “You weren't lying about your nipples swelling up in there.  You're really getting pretty, well, wow.”

 

            “Come on, step out of the way and let me see,” I insisted as she stepped out from between me and the bedroom mirror to get a closer look at the pump, “Holy cow, you're right!”

 

            My nipples had nearly doubled in size in the last twenty minutes; no wonder the cups had felt so awfully tight; they were made for a normal woman and not, well, someone like me with peaks the size of ripe peaches.  At least now that they were free to expand to their natural size their color was returning to the hot cherry red that I'd been getting used to, even if they were still pretty tender.

 

            “I've got it,” Elena announced, having pried part of the casing off the pump, “Here, this fuse; I think we ran it too hot and it blew to keep from frying the motor.  I don't recognize what kind it is though; I'm going to have to go to the store and get a new one.  Are you gonna be okay for an hour or so while I run out and try to find one?”

 

            “Well, I'm still so full of milk I can feel it sloshing around inside of me,” I admitted, patting my melons appraisingly, “But I don't think I'm going to blow up or anything if you need to run out for a while and get the part you need either.”

 

            “Good, I'll go ahead and do that then,” Elena said, pocketing the fuse as she got up to leave, “I'll be back in- actually, your bed is still soaking wet with milk, isn't it?  That can't be comfortable.”

 

            “Well, compared to the experience of having my boobs filled up until they were ready to burst, and then only being able to fix that by attaching myself to a machine that was cutting off all circulation to my more sensitive bits, just being cold and soggy is still kind of an improvement.”

 

            “Come on, that won't do,” Elena frowned, “Here, now that you've gotten at least some of that load off your chest, do you think you'll be able to walk?”

 

            “Oof, maybe with a little help from you I can manage to waddle out to the couch,” I said, trying to heave my massive milkers out of bed as she reached out and lent me an arm.”

 

            “Actually,” Elena said with a playful gleam in her eyes, “I was thinking you might be more comfortable in my bed, if that's okay.  I'd hate to leave you here with those two huge, milk-engorged tits of yours dangling off the sofa; I think you'll be much happier in my room.”

 

            “Well okay then.  Here help me up; I'm still pretty fucking top-heavy,” I agreed, feeling for the first time since I woke up that this morning might end up being okay after all, as Ell and I gently squeezed my massive melons through the bedroom door and across the landing to her room.

 

            “Welcome to my lair!” Elena giggled as we finished wrestling my mammoth mammaries through her door, “Me casa is, um, your casa?  I can never remember how that goes.  Anyway, why don't you climb on into bed here and make yourself cozy?”

 

            Elena's taste in decor was, well, interesting, I mused as she helped me haul my still-ponderous bosom onto the mattress, leaving me to kneel there on the foot of the bed, my breasts resting pleasantly on top of her tie-dyed comforter.  Yeah, Ell was kind of a hippie.  Her ceiling was liberally arrayed with glow-in-the-dark stars, a psychedelic-looking tapestry hung over one window, a lava lamp burbled merrily on her nightstand, and above her dresser were two black light posters, one of Jerry Garcia, and the other of a Volkswagen camper bus with a paint job featuring unicorns, flowers and pot leaves, and a certain lingering aroma suggested that Elena had more experience with the stuff than just as a decorative motif..

 

            “So, you'll be more, you know, comfortable here while I go out to get the new fuse and everything?” Elena asked, trying very hard to look me in the eye.

 

            “Oh, yeah,” I told her, “It's going to be so much better to spread myself out on a nice, dry bed like this while you're off getting stuff to fix the pump.  Thank you.”

 

            “And you- well, I'm not sure exactly where I'll be able to find all the stuff I think I'm gonna need,” Elena said distractedly, “You're sure your boobs won't get too full for you if it takes me a couple hours to chase everything down, right?”

 

            “Well, that's just a risk I'm going to have to take, aren't I?” I asked innocently, staring down at my chest with affected concern, “I mean, the pump's broken until you're able to fix it, so it's not like I've got any other ways of draining all this warm, rich milk out of my huge, wet tits, now is there?”

 

            Now you that you mention it,” Elena said, stepping up and languidly stroking my bosom, “I know your poor boobs are probably still so awfully sensitive from your time on the pump this morning.  I'd hate to just leave you here to swell up again for the next hour, and then come home just to hook you back up to that machine and put you through that all over again.”

 

            “Ah-,” I gasped, not ready for how acutely Elena's touch aroused me, “I'd certainly rather not have to torture my poor girls like that either, if I had any other options.  Did you have something else in mind?”

 

            “Oh, well, I was just thinking,” Elena suggested, her fingers wandering closer to my taut peaks, “We could always do like yesterday and I could, you know, suck on your tits for a while.”

 

            “Mmm, are you sure?” I asked, Elena's eyes gleaming with reflected eagerness, “Yesterday you drank so much you could hardly even walk afterwards with that huge, heavy belly of yours, and in case you hadn't noticed already, today I've got much, much more to give.”

 

            “Well, maybe I won't be able to force down every last ounce that you've got sloshing around in those udders,” Elena said with a teasing smile, “But you're so full I can't believe you'd turn away a little help.  Besides, you're just so rich and sweet and satisfying, something about sucking on your tits just makes me want to push myself as far as my body can possibly go, and I think you'll find that, with a little encouragement, I could be convinced to hold even more than yesterday.”

 

            “It would be terribly selfish of me to send you out on an errand all thirsty and unsatisfied, wouldn't it?” I asked, “But then again, you've always worked so hard to stay in shape, and I'd hate to be the one responsible for blowing those sweet, curvy hips of your up until you had such a huge ass you start getting stuck in doors.”

 

            “I don't know, suddenly having gaining a whole lot of tender, jigglesome assets seems to be working out well enough for you so far; I think I could get used to it,” Elena smiled, turning and giving her already ample butt an enthusiastic smack, “Besides, it isn't like it's slowed down any of the other women in my family, well, aside from in the absolutely literal sense that there's only so fast you can move with a couple hundred pounds of fat bouncing around in your shorts.  And anyways, I'm still holding out hope that if I get enough of whatever's made you into Miss Mega Milk into me, maybe I'll finally fill out a little more up top myself.”

 

            “Well, if you're bound and determined to lend me a hand, you might as well be prepared indulge your appetites to their absolute fullest,” I said, leaning towards her so my vast breasts nearly pushed Elena off balance, “You looked so uncomfortable last night with your belly distended out to here, and if you've got your heart set on flooding yourself with even more, then the least I can do is ask you to get out of those clothes before we get down to business.  As stretchy as I bet those spandex shorts are, I hope they'll be way too small to fit around you by the time we're finished here.”

 

            “Oh, and my top too?” Elena asked intently as she stepped out of her workout pants, “and how about my sports bra?”

 

            “You know, I think you might as well get rid of those too,” I urged, unable to stop myself from staring at the bronzed sleekness of her thighs, “My breasts are so overstretched and delicate right now; I'm not sure I could stand to feel anything other than your warm, smooth skin rubbing up against them in my current condition.”

 

            “I guess I'd better lose my shoes too then,” Elena giggled, already kicking them off, “If things get out of control I'd hate to kick you in the boobs or something.  The only thing I've got left is my panties then; I don't imagine you've got any reason to talk me out of them, do you?”

 

            “I dunno; if there's one thing I've leaning the hard way over the last week or so, it's just how painful outgrowing the clothes you're wearing can be,” I suggested, patting my breasts emphatically, “I'd hate for you to go through the same thing, once your belly starts really filling up with the gallons and gallon of milk my tits are straining with right now, and those panties start digging in underneath it, around those round, sexy hips of yours, maybe a few other places you'd prefer not to be distracted by until we're finished.”

 

            “Seph, you've always been so good at thinking ahead,” Elena smiled as she wriggled out of her panties and blithely kicked them across the room, before reaching under one of my massive breasts and pressing her palm firmly against its underside, “Oof, you really are getting heavy in front there; I bet just sitting there like that is making your back sore.  Here, you tell me what the best was to do this is for you.”

 

            “Well, as much fun as it would be to have you kneel down in front of me and suck on my tits until your belly is so bloated it touches the floor,” I began, thrilled as the very idea elicited a soft sigh from Elena, “If you're that determined to keep at this until your boobs are every bit as enormous as mine, maybe I'd better give you a little lesson in just how much weight you'll be taking on.  Here, lie down.”

 

            “Sure,” she said willingly, “Lie down where?”

 

            “On your bed, with your head on the pillow, just like normal,” I said nonchalantly, “Except normally you're not laying here naked with your huge-titted and increasingly bi-curious housemate, so that part's a little different than usual.”

 

            “Well, who says we can't make it usual?” Elena asked with a laugh as she climbed into bed, letting out a playful shriek as I gave her round ass a smack, “Ouch, what was that for?”

 

            “What?  You've barely had your hands off my boobs since you came home yesterday,” I pointed out as she lay down, “How come I can't have a little fun with that big butt of yours?”

 

            “I'm glad you like it, because I've got a feeling it's only going to be getting bigger if this turns into a regular thing for us,” Elena said, running her fingers down along her fulsome hips, “But enough talking; I'm just sooo thirsty right now and you're the only one who can help me.”

 

            “Okay then,” I agreed, inching my way up the bed, spreading my knees wide to straddle Elena, “Just be careful what you wish for...”

 

            I twisted to the side slightly, ouch; Ell was right about me getting lower back problems if I wasn't more careful, and bent forward, lowering my right breast to her lips.  I felt her repositioning herself beneath me; I couldn't see anything beyond the horizon of my swollen breast; I hoped that I was at least close to where I meant to be.

 

            “Hey Ell,” I asked, calling over the motherly mountains between us, “Is this close enough for you or do I need to move- Ohh!”

 

            I gasped, my entire body shuddering as I felt Elena's lips receive my waiting peak.  She sucked, her rough tongue brushing the pebbled surface of my nipple, and I felt the pressure within my breasts increasing, my milk letting down now that my body knew I was ready to nurse.  I shivered again as the first surge gushed into her mouth; the breast pump had left my tips so painfully sensitive, but with Elena playing her tender lips around them, that sensitivity blossomed into a pleasure that filled my body and drew a pink flush of desire to my heavy-hanging breasts.  I could feel the milk coursing into her mouth, and I half fancied that I could already feel my load growing lighter, while Elena's flat belly was just beginning to press up under my bust.

 

            “You doing okay under there, Ell?” I called down to her, “You're still able to breathe, right?”

 

            Elena didn't even reply; she just let out a very satisfied-sounding murmur as she grabbed my breast with both hands and pulled her face deeper into its yielding rondure.

 

            “Mmm, good girl,” I purred, hoping she could still hear me with so much breast between us, “Ohh, yeah, just keep sucking just like that.  It just feels so amazing the way my milk is flooding through my breast to fill you, the way you're working those lips of yours!  Oh, I know I'm going to sound like the biggest perv in the world here, but you're just making me so wet right now; if this didn't want this so awfully bad, if I didn't need it to keep my wet, swollen tits from bursting, I'd lie down on the bed myself and insist you put that talented tongue of yours to work somewhere else.”

 

            Still no argument from Elena, though I felt her splayed fingers digging against my skin as she clutched more tightly as my brimming globe, sucking on me more ardently, as if she'd learned to handle the torrent pouring into her, now girding herself to risk drinking more deeply.  It wasn't just my imagination anymore; I could definitely feel her tummy filling up under my breasts, becoming bigger and hotter with every mouthful she gulped down.

 

            I was starting to feel- unbalanced.  I looked down at myself and realized that while my right breast was, thanks to Elena's enthusiastic help, swiftly becoming softer and hanging lower, my left one, pumped full of the same hormones demanding my body express all my milk, was getting no such relief, and was growing tighter and heavier by the second.  I glanced at the mirror at the head of Elena's bed (its frame teeming with wizards and dragons, of course) and gasped at the sight of myself there, Ell's head blissfully buried under the bulk of one increasingly supple boob, while my other was obviously several inches larger, and exquisitely full in comparison.  For a moment, I toyed with the idea of switching sides, but another twinge through my back told me that I'd be lucky to heave these titans over once, much less keep going back and forth just to keep myself from having two different sizes going on.

 

            “You still doing okay down there, Ell?” I asked, finding my chest was light enough now that I could spare a hand to help massage my breast, which immediately doubled how much was flowing from me, and drew a surprised sound from Elena, who seemed to accommodate the sudden increase easily enough, “Oops, sorry about that; I didn't know rubbing my own boob would make that much of a difference!  Oh, I hope you're enjoying this half as much as I am; I feel like I've been trembling on the brink of climax for the last five minutes, and all it would take is just one little push to send me screaming over the edge.  You're not getting full already, are you Ell?  I can feel that your belly just blowing up like a balloon, pushing up against my huge, milky tits.  Oh, I hope you know you're just getting started; I've got so much more I need to share with you, and I'm not letting you up until you've sucked every last ounce of it out of me.”

 

            I didn't know whether she was just trying to help get me off, or if this was her silent protest about me acting like a bit of a dom, Elena worked one hand down under my bosom, stroked the inner side of my thigh until I was a quivering mess, and then pulled it free, drew back, and gave me a slap on the ass that almost made me faint.  I screamed as a broadside of orgasms wracked my body, as I impulsively tightened my legs around Elena's voluptuous hips.  My milk flowed even more freely as I came, my left breast beginning to ache and throb, while my right one just kept pumping its burden right down Elena's throat.

 

            I don't know how long I was lost in the pleasures of my body, but when I opened my eyes, I realized that the pressure in my right breast was finally subsiding, leaving it almost cartoonist smaller than my left, though it still looked like it had to be at least two feet across, though some of that was because it was actually kind of teardrop-shaped now that I wasn't filled to the brim on both sides.

 

            “Oh, wow, that was, I don't know, wow, my head,” I stammered as tried to stop my mind from spinning, “Here, Ell, I think I'm about empty on that side; and you're probably ready for a break.”

 

            I straightened up and scooched  back a few inches, Elena releasing my nipple from her lips with a wet pop, and looked down to see her belly was every inch as lusciously round as it had been at the end of our milking session yesterday.  She rubbed it absentmindedly as she opened her eyes and smiled up at me contentedly.

 

            “Oh my gosh; I'm so full I feel like I must have drained at least five gallons out of you just now.  If this is going to be a regular thing for us, I'm going to have to start buying my pants at the maternity store,” she breathed, before laughing as she applied her hands to my bosom, “Holy cow Seph, your boobs they're like- the one I've been working on is so soft and squishy now and your other, I mean, it's like tight as a drum.  I mean, I know a lot of girls are a little bigger on one side, but this is just kinda surreal.”

 

            “Well, I'm hoping that's not going to be a permanent thing once you finish helping me out with  things here,” I said as I gave a shrug that sent wildly different sensations rippling through my breasts, “Besides, since I've already got traffic-stoppingly freakish tits anyways, what's one more thing to make me look weird?”

 

            “I didn't mean it like that!” Elena said, as she reached up and fondled my peaks lazily, “I mean, it's kind of fun how different they feel now, like the one is still so big, but it's so soft I just want to sink my fingers in and play with it now; your other though, I can feel it pulsing against my fingers like it's ready to erupt or explode or something.”

 

            “Are you still up for helping me with that then?” I asked, swinging my other overladen breast into position, “As full as I am, you're the only one who can help me with this.”

 

 

            “Oh gosh,” Elena sighed, staring up at me as I began to lower my ponderous breast to her lips, “Even assuming I don't pop, I'm not going to be able to walk after this.”

 

            “If there's one thing I've learned over the last couple of days,” I said as I reached down and rubbed her fertile-looking belly approvingly, “it's that walking is overrated.”

 

            “Okay then,” I could hear the longing in Elena's voice as the first white drops leaked from my nipple onto her face, “I guess I'll be finding that out for myself soon enough.  Let's get on with round two here; if you hear something that sounds like a balloon being inflated until it's about to burst, don't worry, it's only my belly.”

 

            “Alright then; I love a girl who knows what she wants,” I grinned as lowered my milk-swollen left breast to her level, a shiver of pleasure racing through my body as I felt her well-trained lips wrap around my taut nipple.

 

            The instant she began to suck, I felt a tide of milk explode into Elena's mouth, as all the pent-up pressure that it had been unable to release while its twin was being attended to was finally granted release.  I must have expressed more than a gallon in half a minute; I swear I could hear it coursing through my body and into Elena, who sort of gagged as it flooded into her; I couldn't tell if she was even swallowing anymore, or just letting it fill her up like a firehose.  Her belly was becoming larger and tighter by the second, so immensely round now that I had to bolster my breast in place with both hands if I didn't want to roll off her increasingly convex tummy.

 

            “Oh, yes, Ell, don't stop; you're absolutely amazing at this,” I breathed, finally feeling stable enough to reach down and run my fingers across the skin of her growing belly, “Mmm, you're just getting so huge and full; I think I'm going to enjoy exploring this lush new territory nearly as much as you've enjoyed playing with mine.  Ah- I can't tell you how sublime it feels to finally have the pressure in my tits letting up; I promise I'll be gentle with you when you're the one feeling so full you're about to burst.”

 

            At my touch, Elena began to writhe and moan beneath me, first gently, and them more and more intensely as I rubbed the side of her swiftly expanding belly.  I reached lower, not that it was easy in this position, and began to stroke the underside of her belly, one moment barely drawing my nails across her smooth, tight skin, and the next pressing my palm insistently against its delicate immensity, as Elena clenched and shuddered under me, sucking more and more desperately at my breast, whimpering softly, her mouth nearly filled by my milk-slick teat as she came again and again, her lust only stoking my own desires back to fever pitch.

 

            “Oh- oh my- don't stop!  You're making me come too!  Ah- please, Ell- you've got to keep sucking like you- oh- there's another one-” I gasped as she passionately drained every drop she could hold from my breast, “Oh- it's just coming so fast now- you're incredible!  Mmm, oh, I hope this actually does make your tits blow up like mine, because I'd love to just spend all day doing this until your boobs are every inch as big as mine!”

 

            By the time I regained myself enough to look down, I was amazed to see how fast Elena was sucking down every ounce I had to give her.  Though my left breast was still a few inches larger than its twin, it was now so soft that I could feel Elena's billowing belly pushing up into its yielding underside.  Her belly was hot and hard against my breasts, and I could feel it growing, not just getting bigger, but little tremors of tension and release every couple of seconds as her body strained to hold the countless gallons pouring into her.

 

            “Mmph, help,” her muffled voice cried, as she weakly tried to heave my overgrown mammary from her lips, “I need- stop-”

 

            “Can't you take just a little bit more?” I asked solicitously as I took in my reflection in her mirror, “Just another couple of gallons I think, and my boobs will be the same size again.  You've come this far; surely a little more won't make that much of a difference?”

 

            “Seph- now,” Elena mumbled more insistently, “Feels like- Getting too full- I can't- too much-”

 

            “Okay, I guess we can stop for now,” I conceded, rejoicing in my lightened burden as I straightened up and pulled myself free from Elena's lips, “Here, can you get over to one side of the bed a bit more?  I bet you'll be more comfortable without my melons pushing down on you like this.”

 

            Panting, Elena inched over towards her nightstand until I had enough room to roll off her and not get dragged over the edge of the mattress by my boobs.  Even after all of her hard work, my bust was still nearly four feet across.  We sat there at opposite ends of the bed for what felt like forever, naked, sweat-soaked, and out of breath.

 

            Elena was enormous.  Her belly looked like she was a month overdue with triplets, wider than her chest, wider even than her well-fed hips, and swelling out more than a foot in front of her, so large that even her modest breasts rested atop its fulsome immensity.  Her skin was so tight she looked like she'd burst into stretch marks if she so much as hiccupped, and as the shock and exhaustion of our exploits faded lost their edge, she sat there, looking stunned, mesmerized by the sight of her own, spectacularly overfilled belly.

 

            “Holy fuck, Seph; I'm just- gigantic!” she said, finally looking at me, “I'm as big as a whale!”

 

            “Yeah, it's kinda hot, isn't it?” I asked, leaning forwards until my breasts touched her bloated belly, “You've been so helpful and giving with me; do you want me to rub it for you?”

 

            “Oh-ah, no, at least not right now,” Elena said, flustered, “I'm just, I'm still so turned on and just the thought of you touching me while I'm so- so full, I'm not sure my body could stand being stretched to the limit like this and you making me come until I'm practically delirious.  I'm afraid I'd wind up either losing my mind or exploding, maybe both!”

 

            “Well, okay, if you've made up your mind, I guess I can always repay you for your services later,” I said, giving my shoulders a shimmy that sent waves rippling through my bosom, making Elena shudder as they lapped against her belly, “So, are you still okay to go find a new fuse for the breast pump now then?”

 

            “What? Seph, I'm not even sure I can walk with my belly like this,” Elena protested as she cautiously slid out of bed and stood there clutching the bedpost, her belly looking even more spectacular now that she was standing up, “Ooh, I can even feel myself sloshing; you've put so much milk inside of me I can barely stand up.  Can't you wait a few hours until I've had a chance to, I dunno, process this?  Even if it all goes straight to my hips, at least that'll balance me out a bit more.”

 

            “Oh, but you promised,” I whined, rubbing my breasts distractedly, “Besides, I can already feel my boobs starting to fill up with milk again, and with the pump broken there's only one way we can take care of all those gallons and gallons of hot, thick, fattening breast milk.  I'm not sure I could live with myself if three hours from now I were straining at the seams again and because the pump was still broken the only option we had was for you to suck out all over again.  I mean, I'm sure you could handle twice as much as you've already had if you had a little while to rest up, but your belly is already so tight and full it makes mine hurt just to look at it; I'd hate to be responsible for forcing you to drink me until it was more than twice this size.”

 

            “Alright, alright, I get it,” Elena sighed as she let go of the bedpost and unsteadily waddled to her dresser, her belly hanging nearly to her knees and still obscenely round, “Dammit, nothing I own is going to cover up this; everybody is going to be staring at me the whole time I'm out.  What if I run into someone I know?”

 

            “Hmm, I dunno,” I mused, watching my unbalanced housemate struggle to step into a pair of panties, “While I was growing all this last week, there were plenty of times I was worried about being embarrassed, but a lot of the time I just felt kind of hot, being out in public with my body growing bigger and sexier by every day.  But then again, maybe I'm just a naughty girl who gets off on feeling like she's seconds away from popping the buttons off her blouse out where everyone can see her.  Anyway, just think about how much fun you'll have once all those calories and hormones you just sucked down start working their way to your boobs; it might be awkward going to the store with a belly that looks like you swallowed a beach ball, but you're going to love running out for a bottle of wine and some steaks once you've got tits bigger than your head.”

 

            “Hmm, yeah, I guess I can survive a few weird looks if it means I end up with a fat pair of jugs,” Elena agreed as she pulled on some yoga pants that barely covered her expanding rear, not even trying to stretch them over the lower hemisphere of her massive belly, “Ooh, I'm going to have to get some new underwear too while I'm out; these are getting way too tight.”

 

            “Maybe you'd better go up a couple of sizes,” I suggested helpfully, contentedly watching her dress from the bed, “But maybe don't buy more than a few pairs; if there's one thing I've learned, it's that sometimes you outgrow new clothes before you expect to.”

 

            “Not.  Helping.” Elena muttered as she put on a T-shirt, making no effort to cover her burgeoning middle and apparently not caring that without a bra, her nipples were poking insistently at the tight-fitting fabric, “Okay, I'm off, assuming I can still fit this behind the steering wheel, and hopefully I won't have to look too many places before I find somewhere that carries these weird European fuses.  Just do one thing for me while I'm out, okay?”

 

            “Sure, what is it?” I asked brightly, trying not to stare too much as Elena's recently-expanded profile, “You want me to make lunch for us while you're out?”

 

            “Ugh, don't even say that,” Elena moaned, clutching protectively at her exposed belly, “I think I could go a week before I get hungry again.  Seph, I know it feels like looking for a needle in a haystack, but you're a librarian; finding out stuff that nobody else can is what you do.  Please, as a favor to me, my belly, and you, and those ballooning udders of yours, see if you can't track down the woman whose formula you ah, appropriated.  If she can make you stop growing, or even shrink you down a few dozen cup sizes, I'll feel a lot better about our chances, okay?”

 

            “Okay, fair enough,” I agreed, nodding as Elena tottered out the door, “I'll see what I can find.”

 

            “Awesome,” she said, turning my way for a moment and almost smacking her belly into the doorframe before shooting me a winsome smile, “You know, even when I'm trying to be upset about how much trouble you are, you've got this freaky talent for being so much fun I just can't quite pull it off.  I'll be back!”

 

            Alright then; time to stop laying around like a cow and make myself useful then.  I slid off of Elena's bed, my breasts now drained to a barely manageable size.  They bounced against my body and each other as I squeezed through the bedroom door and into the hallway, so indecently jiggly that it was nearly impossible to predict how they'd react to my movements.  As I wobbled past the kitchen I felt a pang of hunger; my body had been working overtime to produce as much milk as humanly possible (at least I hoped that as was much as I had to worry about) an I hadn't had a thing to eat all day.  Hormones or not; I needed something to eat, and since drinking my own milk still seemed like I bad idea if I didn't want my boobs to keep blowing up like balloons, I'd need to find something else to tide me over.

 

            I felt completely lazy, and not just because I was hauling who knows how many pounds of boob around now.  Actually cooking sounded like too much work, not that I was in any condition to stand by a hot stove with these bulging out in front of me; they were already way too tender, abused, and delicately overstretched; the last thing I needed was to burn myself somewhere I couldn't even reach any more.  So then, junk food to the rescue!  I had to stand sideways next to the fridge just so I could pull open the freezer without smacking myself in the chest now, and it took enough strength to force open that when the door finally came free my breasts nearly pulled me off balance and down to the floor.

 

            I stood there looking over the messy shelves of frozen pizza, instant General Tso's, and way more frozen broccoli than Ell or I were likely to consume in the foreseeable future.  I shivered; now that I didn't have Ell here keeping me all warmed up, the house felt a little too cold to be running around naked, especially now that there was so much more of me to be exposed than I was used to.  The frigid air from the freezer tickled at the flank of my left breast; I could feel my skin tightening in response; my nipple was getting rock hard again just from the sudden drop in temperature.  I noticed my free hand was beginning to wend its way lower along my tummy-

 

            No, Persephone, get a grip on yourself (and not like that); your roommate just went out to find parts to fix your breast pump despite having a belly so bloated with milk she can barely walk; the least you can do is stay focused and actually do some work while she's gone instead of spreading yourself out on the kitchen floor for happy fun time!  Okay, right, lunch then, time to hurry up and choose; hey, there was an almost full family-size bag of pizza rolls, just the kind of salty, fattening stuff that my body needed to restore its tissues.  Leaning over to get them off the bottom shelf was a bit of a challenge, especially since my boobs spilled out even wider when I bent over and they touched the floor, so that my left one actually bulged into the freezer, so by the time I managed to grab the rolls I was hard enough to cut glass on that side, but a few seconds and another less-than-pleasant twinge in my lower back later, I was contentedly digging a platter out of the cupboard and punching up the microwave.

 

            So far, so good; I was three minutes and forty five seconds from delicious fake Italian goodness, I hadn't got my boobs caught in the freezer door or anything, and I hadn't collapsed into a heap of unbridled lust and ginormous tits hell-bent on pleasuring myself until I passed out- yet.  Okay, even if I didn't have any tops that would even remotely cover up these monsters, at least some shorts might help me to stay a little more focused.  There was a basket of clean laundry in the living room; I'd been telling myself for two weeks I was going to get around to folding it, but now I could pretend that was all just good planning on my part.  I fished around through blouses and sweaters that would never fit again in a million years, until I found what I was looking for, a pair of panties and some shorts that would at least give me a little modesty, even if from the front I still looked naked because my fucking tits were in the way.  Just stepping into them was out of the question; as soon as I bent over I fell right into the back of the couch, its coarse fabric painfully rough against my tender skin and sore nipples.  After a bit of experimentation, I found that if I slung my boobs into an easy chair that gave me enough support to lean over and step into something, thought I had to bury my face about a foot and a half deep in my cleavage to make it work.  I was kind of surprised how it felt; it was weirdly claustrophobic having to hold my breath while warm, heavy boob-flesh pressed in from every side, but then, just a few seconds of that got me all excited again, just imagining trapping Elena deep between my tits, feeling her squirm and wriggle between my womanly mountains, and extracting all sorts of indecent promises from her before I deigned to let her go.  How long had she already been gone anyway? I hoped it didn't take her too long to finish her errand and get back to attending to my needs.

 

            There was the beep; lunch was ready, and a few moments later I was comfortably ensconced on the couch, with a steaming mountain of pizza rolls (just hot enough that some of them had burst open and started leaking pizza goop everywhere) and a beer on the end table, my boobs spilling out nearly from one end of the sofa to the other, and my laptop (since my lap was otherwise occupied, most likely permanently) nestled on top of my breasts, warm and cozy and feeling weirdly okay with my new condition.  I dunno; but sitting there like that I kind of had one of those “Yeah, I could get used to this,” sort of moments, as it downed on me that as long as I knew I could milk myself whenever I needed it, and I if I could be sure that my boobs weren't going to keep expanding until they exploded, then alright, this was actually pretty nice.  Sure, I'd have to prepare myself for a really awkward meeting with Kylie at work to explain what was going on and why they were going to have to issue me a tablet if they didn't want me mashing the entire keyboard at the reference desk with my breasts every time I sat down to help a patron, and yeah, I was still going to have to find somewhere that sold bras in sizes the alphabet didn't even begin to cover, but this, right now, it felt good.  I threw back a pizza roll, then clumsily grabbed my beer as I discovered I'd underestimated its hotness by a factor of ten.

 

            So then, time to get my reference skills warmed up and find the one woman in town who could give me some answers and (hopefully) stop me from getting any more enormous than I already was.  First, the obvious route: searching for lactation specialists in town gave me any number of sites run by women's health clinics.  I clicked through at least five pages worth of hits, each one featuring cheerful, perky young women in scrubs or lab coats, only a few of whom were redheads and all of whom, unfortunately, were vastly too under-endowed to be the one I was looking for.  If only I could remember her name!  I know it was there on the recipe, cut off in the thick black stripe on every copy I'd brought home.  I read through the list of doctors and nurses at every practice within thirty miles, working my way through my pile of pizza rolls as I went, but none of them seemed familiar. 

 

            Well, she had told me she was a bit more discriminating with her clients, so it wasn't like this was a huge surprise, but still, how was I supposed to find a woman who apparently operated as the A-Team of huge-breasted lactation specialists?  Just on a lark, I typed in “Busty lactation specialist” and was rewarded with exactly what I expected.  Still I forced myself to scroll through several pages of photo-shoots crammed full of big tits and stethoscopes, girl-on-girl fondling, several videos featuring girls wearing those old-timey nurse hats and not much else, and more than a few stories that were apparently written by severely deviant individuals, none of which brought me any closer to my goal.  At least now I knew that if even after I managed to stop my tits from growing the library let me go under the little-known “Your boobs are so huge that people will freak out” clause, I could probably find myself a career in a couple of different fields, provided I didn't mind taking my clothes off for money or sitting around in front of a webcam playing with my tits and talking about how distractingly huge and milky they were which, strangely enough struck me as far from the worst way to earn a living.

 

            No, no, getting distracted again- what were my other options?  Artisanal Lactation Specialist?  Let's try that and see- nope nothing but braless hipsters.  Natural breast growth?  Just a thousand pages of charlatans hawking hypnosis and weird medicines, though, come to think of it, that was more or less what had gotten me into my present predicament.  Nursing help for new moms?  A million good answers on healthy breastfeeding habits, zero pages about a woman who knew how to turn any girl into a dairy cow in under a week.

 

            This sucked; even if I did figure out what to search for, the internet was so focused on boobs that even if I did hit on the right words to find her, sifting through all the results would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.  And it wasn't like I had the time to spend the next couple of weeks searching for answers; if I kept growing at this rate, I'd probably need a crane and a semi to haul me around if I wanted to leave the house.

 

            I swallowed the last pizza roll and washed it down with a gulp of beer; I'd managed to stuff down nearly an entire bag of the things, and it felt weirdly satisfying to have a part of my body other than my breasts crammed tight for a change.  At least that was one perk of having enormous, milky breasts; I could eat like a pig and know that all that extra fat would just be feeding my boobs instead of going to my ass or my belly or whatever, and even if I did start turning into a bit of a fatty, my belly was well-hidden, to put it mildly.  I could already feel my breasts starting to fill up with milk again.  They were miles away from their limits, thanks to Elena's hard work, but it just blew my mind to know that even with my boobs nearly empty, any normal woman with as much milk in her as I had right now would probably be screaming in agony, her breasts distended like beach balls and ready to pop, while I'd become so massive that I was only just beginning to feel some pressure inside me.

 

            With lunch inside me and just a hint of a buzz going on, I was feeling pretty good. One of my breasts itched; reaching out and scratching it felt way too good to be decent.  Before long I was breathlessly exploring my bust with both hands, lazily running my fingers across their acres of supple flesh, gently mashing my fists into their yielding immensity to see how deep I could bury my arms before it started to hurt.  I leaned back into the sofa and gave my tits a gentle push, then gloried in the sight of them wobbling helplessly for what had to be at least a minute.  Was it getting warmer in here?  I reached lower, barely able to slide my hand between my tummy and the warm, pulpy underside of my ponderous bosom.  A moment later the waistband of my panties brushed against the back of my hand, and I slipped a finger inside myself.

 

            I was growing wetter, hotter with every passing second, two fingers stroking me inside, whetting my desire all the more.  Each time my touch lingered at my tender depths my heart jumped to my throat; my pulse racing as my lips plumpened with lust, until I was so achingly tight  could hardly reach inside myself.  I was trembling helplessly now; the heat from my stupendous breasts bathing my face, sweat glistening on my cheeks and dripping down between my quivering melons.  My breath came desperate and shallow; my breasts rolling so wildly, so heavy and oppressive against my chest that their weight made it all but impossible to fill my lungs.

 

            I remembered I was alone, and let myself scream, my own voice raw and hoarse in my ears as I brought myself to climax.  Fuck it; my boobs didn't feel like they'd explode if I let myself get a little rough with them for once, I slipped in a third finger, my thighs forced so far apart my legs were sore in seconds, but I still felt too good to stop, gasping as I forced my body to hold me, sighing as I tenderly raked my fingers through my moist cleft. 

 

            As one orgasm after another beat against my inmost shores, I felt something happening inside my breasts.  Each time I came, another soft burst of fullness erupted inside them, but I was too lost in my own lush garden of bliss to be alarmed until the problem had grown much too large for me to ignore.  They were hanging heavier and heavier against my open thighs, their skin becoming tighter with each shudder of ecstasy that wracked my body.  I knew I was playing with fire; getting myself all turned on like this was forcing all the lactation-causing hormones that still flooded my body into overdrive, and I was still feverishly rubbing myself down, even as the strain on my breasts, growing fuller and fuller, wobbling and swaying wildly as I convulsed beneath their immensity, was rapidly advancing from uncomfortable to painful, first rolling against my neck as I trembled, but soon beginning to lick at my chin and then my cheeks.

 

            I couldn't help myself; I kept gorging my own desires until the growing weight of my breasts began to make my arm go numb, until I felt the arms of the couch beginning to dig in against their overburdened flesh.  The intoxicating waves of bliss flooding my body began to fade, and for the first time, I realized just how alarmingly heavy and overfilled I had forced my breasts to become.  At last, gasping for breath, my skin soaked with sweat and lust, I opened my eyes and stared in shock.

 

            My tits looked ready to explode.  They were even bigger than when I'd woken up, and from how tender, pink, and taut as overinflated balloons they had become, it was obvious that every last inch, every extra pound I felt weighing against my legs, every last gallon straining my boobs past any sane limit, was not flesh, but milk.  Just breathing made them slosh expectantly. 

 

            I couldn't begin to stand up with this much weight suspended from my chest and I sighed, cursing myself for overindulging like this before Elena got back with the fuse to take care of me, and leaning forward, I tried to grab my nipples so I could at least let some of the pressure off so I wouldn't be stuck here waiting for Ell to come back with no way to pass the time but just trapped here helplessly listening to the sound of my skin stretching.

 

            It had finally happened; I was too big to help myself.  No matter how I struggled, it was all I could do reach my drawn-out areolae, my nipples, excruciatingly hard, hot, and leaking milk down along the undersides of my obscenely distended breasts, were beyond my reach, and I couldn't milk myself no matter how urgently I needed it.  I was pinned to the couch by the sheer massiveness of my boobs, and they were growing tighter by the minute.

 

            Why had I been stupid enough to do this to myself?  Why did I think it was a good idea to glut myself with pizza rolls?  I should have known that my body was just going to start turning anything I ate into more milk the second I swallowed it.  Getting myself so hot and bothered I lost all track of how gigantic I was getting wasn't exactly a genius move either, especially all alone with no idea when Elena might be back to help me.  Stupid, stupid, stupid!  I felt like the last few days of emergency milking sessions, outgrown bras and growing backaches should have made me more careful than this, but I hadn't learned a thing; I was like a dumb, horny teenager again, all my sense flying right out the window whenever the change to get myself off presented itself, and now I had run out of options.

 

            I could feel my breasts stretching as they became more dangerously overfilled.  I wanted to call Elena, tell her to come back right now, even if she hadn't found a fuse yet.  I didn't care if she sucked a single drop out of my tits; I'd be happy to get down on the floor like a cow if only she would milk me until my boobs were manageable enough for me to take over the job.  I could see my phone sitting on the kitchen table; last week reaching it would have taken me like, five seconds.  Even an hour ago, I would have been able to haul my melons over there and get it without too much difficulty.  Now it might as well have been on the moon for all the good it did me.

 

            I'd never even imagined feeling this full before; my breasts were nearly perfectly round, each one as hard as a rock, yet so tender than even the lightest tough felt like it might be too rough for them to bear in their immense yet exquisitely vulnerable condition.  I weighed my choices, wondering if I could throw myself off the couch and drag my boobs over to the phone, but even the thought of me treating my tender mammaries so violently, left me weak and shivering as I clutched at them protectively.  I didn't know how much longer I could hold out though, how much more overfilling my breasts could endure before it became too much for them to-

 

            The front door clicked, and tears of relief were rolling down my cheeks by the time Elena walked in, a couple of plastic bags draped over one arm, her naked belly just as immense as when she'd left a couple hours before.

 

            “Ell!  You're back!” I screamed, “Please, please tell me you found it!”

 

            “Hi Seph,” she called back, not looking at me as she set her purse down and rummaged around inside before pulling out a pack of fuses, “Sorry it took me so long, I had to go all- holy fuck, what happened to you?”

 

            “I've been a horny, boob-addled idiot,” I quickly explained, “But never mind that now.  I feel like I'm ready to explode here; please can you get the pump working and hook me up to it again?”

 

            “Damn, yeah, of course I can,” Elena sighed, before heading back to the bedroom as quickly as she could waddle with her own fresh encumbrances.

 

            “Thanks,” I breathed, wincing as I felt another twinge of tension in my breasts, “Hurry- please.”

 

            “Okay, I got it,” Elena said as she swayed back into the living room, pump in one hand and an empty carboy in the other, before ripping open the package of fuses, “Here, just give me one second to get this thing up and running again and we'll be in business, okay?”

 

            “Alright,” I whispered through clenched teeth, “Not really sure- how much time we've got here.  How big am I now?  Is the pump going to even fit me now?”

 

            “We're good, I've got it under control,” Elena insisted as she worked frenetically on the breast pump, though with my throbbing tits in the way I could barely see her, much less what she was doing, “Okay, just one more second, and- there!”

 

            I felt the rubber cups grip my nipples, and a moment later the infinitely welcome hum of the pump spinning up as it began the massive task of draining my breasts.  Even though the pressure was still all but unbearable, just the fact that it was finally lessening was heavenly. 

 

            “Oh, thank you, Ell,” I gasped, feeling like I'd just managed to beat Death himself at a game of chess, “Here, there's still so much inside of me, just dial it up to eleven, I can take it.”

 

            Okay, there we go,” she said, turning the knob as the hoses attached to me began to jerk around so violently I was half-afraid they'd actually pull free from my breasts, “So, does pumping feel a bit more comfortable now that it did this morning?”

 

            “Oh my gosh, yes,” I sighed contentedly, reveling in how my boobs, taut though they remained, didn't feel ready to burst anymore, “Did you do something to the pump?  This feels almost as good as having you sucking me dry.  Almost.”

 

            “Actually, yeah,” she confessed proudly, “I didn't know you'd be in such dire straits by the time I got back, so after I found the fuse, and I got a couple extra, just in case, I went by the Mega-Mom store just on the off chance they had some larger cups in stock.  And let me tell you, Seph, you owe me big time for even setting foot in that place.  It was awkward enough walking to three different electrical supply-houses looking like I'm months overdue, but going into that place with a belly to huge I could barely walk brought every woman in there, moms, moms-to-be and salesgirls alike running over to ask me if I wanted a chair, touch my belly, and tell me I should have sent me husband out for whatever I needed since I should clearly be at home taking bed rest.”

 

            “Holy cow, that's crazy,” I said, staring again at Elena's swollen belly, “I'm sorry; next time I won't try to make you drink so much if you don't want to.”

 

            Thanks, but that's not even the half of it,” Elena said, falling awkwardly into a nearby chair and rubbing her belly, “I finally made it to the service counter to see if they had any cups larger than the ones the pump came with, and then I had to explain to the woman there that even though, yes, my own boobs were not nearly enormous enough to need such a thing and yes, I know that when you're pregnant it feel like your breasts are blowing up like balloons but most women only gain a cup size at most, and no, obviously no woman's boobs just grow that massive overnight, because that's just impossible, I managed to convince her to look in the stockroom just in case.”

 

            “So they did have something larger,” I guessed, as Elena turned off the pump so she could empty the bottle, already brimming over with my milk.

 

            “Yes,” she agreed as she came back a minute later, hooked things back up and resumed the work of pumping out my tits, “It turns out that those cups are special order, but luckily, they'd had a woman order some a couple of weeks before who never came in to pick them up.  They were getting ready to ship them back tomorrow since they hadn't been paid for yet, so I asked if I could just buy them and she said yes.”

 

            “Wait.  One, thank you so much; I don't think I could have spent another day trying to cram my aching nipples into those old ones,” I said, appreciating Elena's efforts more by the second, “Two, there can't possibly be that many girls in town with breasts so gargantuan they'd need to mod out their breast pumps just to make them fit.  Do you think whoever ordered them might have something to do with the woman I'm looking for?”

 

            “I know, that's what I was thinking,” Elena said excited, leaning forward in her chair until the presence of her bulging belly forced her to reconsider, “I tried to get a look at the computer while the girl was transferring the order for me, but, well, I can't really lean over a counter walking around feeling like I swallowed a blue-ribbon pumpkin, so I didn't make it very far.  But, since I was already there in the store, she didn't go to the trouble of taking off the old order label, so I did manage to bring home this.”

 

            She reached around my boobs and thrust the peeled-off label into my hand.  Along with several lines of warehouse tracking numbers and hold dates, there was one line that made my heart skip a beat.  Expect Payment By: Sadie Jensen.  The second I read that name it burst into my mind in an unmistakable bright blue font.  How had I not remembered it before?  Were my expanding tits robbing my brain of nourishment or something?  But none of that mattered now; I knew who I was looking for.

 

            “Ell, this is her!” I shrieked in joy and relief, trying to leap up and enfold her in a hug before the titanic weight of my still-swollen bosom insisted I remain sedentary, “This is her name; I recognize it from the library!  You're incredible; we can finally find her now!”

 

            “Jeez, are you sure?” Elena said, looking surprised at my outburst, “I mean, I was just thinking this might be a piece of the puzzle, I didn't know I was bringing you the whole Rosetta Stone here.”

 

            “No, now that I've got this I can see it in my head like it was yesterday!” I insisted, clutching the label as if just holding onto it might somehow make my burgeoning breasts begin to subside, “Okay, it's still only like, the afternoon; grab my laptop and I'll see if I can find- no, actually my tits are still too full to support even that much weight without making me scream; do you might seeing what you can turn up on her?”

 

            “Sure thing, here let me settle in here and you can watch what I find,” Elena said as she pickup up the computer and balanced herself on one arm of the couch, my breasts now sufficiently drained of milk that it wasn't buried under a straining globe of pale flesh, her generous hip rubbing insistently against my breasts, and her legs spread apart to accommodate her unwieldy belly, “Okay, just give me a second here and- well crap.”

 

            “What,” I asked, craning my neck to see the screen, “Is it saying there's no Sadie Jensen's in town?”

 

            “Worse than that,” she sighed as she turned the screen towards me, “Even narrowing it down by location, there's still more than twenty three thousand hits.  I know that a lot of them are probably repeats, but still; how are we going to find the right one?”

 

            “Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere in the near future; I'll probably be pumping for the next couple hours at least, “I said, patting my bosom ruefully, “Do you feel like emptying out the bottle again and we can spend some time digging around to see if any of these are the Sadie we're looking for?”

 

            “Yeah, I can think of worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon than that,” Elena said as she took my hand and gave it a squeeze, “Here, let me get my laptop too, so when you do feel like you can stand to have it resting on your boobs we can both search for her.  I think I'm gonna make myself margarita; can I bring you anything?”

 

            “Not in a million years,” I told her, “It seems like every single calorie that passes my lips goes right to either making my tits even more enormous, or to filling them up with milk until they're ready to burst.  I don't even know what would have happened to me if you hadn't made it back home when you did.”

 

            “Come on, Seph, you've been under a lot of pressure and you could do with a good stiff drink,” she urged as she turned off the pump and unhooked the carboy, “Besides, I'm here now, so even if one drink does make you blow up like a prize-winning dairy cow, you'll have someone around to lend you a hand- or two- and maybe a couple other parts actually, especially if I overdo it on the margaritas.”

 

            “Okay, you talked me into it,” I sighed, “but if I wake up in the morning with boobs so massive they have to knock out a wall to get me out of here, I'm blaming you, okay?”

 

            “Fair enough,” Elena said with a wink, “I'll go get us a couple glasses.”

 

            The next few hours didn't exactly fly by, but at least we passed them comfortably enough.  By the time we'd finished our drinks, my boobs felt stable enough for me to nestle my computer between them and do some work, and it felt weirdly comforting to be sitting there with Ell as the afternoon's shadows grew long on the wall, poring through the images tab of various Sadie Jensens, some young, some old, a few even busty enough that Elena would turn her screen towards me and ask if this particular one was her.  We tried every conceivable permutation of “Lactation Specialist”, every possible phrase that might narrow things down, every social media site from the last ten years (I didn't know Xanga was even still a thing now), and found absolutely nothing.  Every attempt either got us so many results it was impossible to search through them all or, when we tried to get clever and thin things out a bit, a big, fat zero.

 

            “Seriously?” I asked no one in particular, shrugging at the laptop defiantly, “What's the deal here?  Is she like, Amish or something?”

 

            “Well,” Elena pointed out, “She did have to come to the library to use your photocopier, so, I dunno, maybe? She didn't call you 'English' did she?”

 

            “Ha, not a chance,” I smiled, “I'm positive she was wearing buttons, even if several of them were about ready to pop right off her blouse every time she inhaled.  She did tell me that she was very selective about her clients and didn't like to advertise; maybe she just keeps a low profile.  Ow- hey Ell, do you mind turning the pump off; I think it's finally finished sucking me dry.”

 

            “Yeah, it does look like things have slowed to a trickle,” she said as she heaved herself up and bent down to liberate me from the machine, “So, that's a grand total of just under twenty five gallons and close to three hours straight hooked up to that thing.  How are you feeling?”

 

            “A little sore, but way better since you found some cups for that thing that don't feel like steel clamps around my nipples,” I said, “Damn, I know I've hardly moved all day, but I feel fucking exhausted.”

 

            “It is going on seven,” Elena said glancing at the corner of her screen, “And after the day you've had, I'm sure not going to blame you for needing to turn in early.  Here, can you walk?”

 

            “I think so,” I said, rising awkwardly to my feet, my breasts once again hanging soft and supple against my body, “Being, like, a hundred pounds lighter tends to help with that sort of thing.  Why?”

 

            “Oh, nothing,” Elena demurred, “I just, well, your bed is probably still soaked from this morning and I thought maybe, you know, you might be more comfortable in mine.”

 

            “Mmm, that's quite an invitation there,” I said, shooting her a wink, “What exactly did you have in mind?”

 

            Oh, no, nothing like that,” Elena stammered, “I mean, I'm tired and I know you must be exhausted after all the strain you've been under today and- I dunno, I just thought you might be more comfortable somewhere warm and dry, and that if, you know, you woke up in the middle of the night and needed me to pump you again, I'd already be right there.”

 

            “How about you make us each another margarita before we call it a night and you've got yourself a deal,” I agreed, as Elena broke into a smile.

 

            “Persephone Hawkins, the kind of trouble you keep getting me into,” Elena grinned, “If I had any sense I would have steered clear of you since college; I guess at this point I've got no one but myself to blame for sticking around.”

 

            “Maybe you just need someone like me to keep your life interesting,” I teased, “And besides, me and my milk are your best chance of ever getting a little bustier yourself, so it's not like you don't stand to gain anything from the arrangement.”

 

            “Oh, I'm sure I'll end up gaining plenty,” Elena laughed as she patted her bloated belly contentedly, “But I think I can learn to live with that.  Come on, finish your drink then and let's get on to bed; we've got our work cut out for us tomorrow if you want to find this Sadie woman before you get any bigger than you have to.”

 

            “Damn, that reminds me; tomorrow's Monday, isn't it?” I asked, sinking back into the couch and grabbing my laptop, my breasts now supporting it very comfortably indeed.

 

            “Yeah, wait; you're not planning on trying to go to work tomorrow, are you?” she asked incredulously, “I think we'd better focus more important things, don't you?”

 

            “Absolutely,” I agreed, bringing up my work email, “Can you even imagine me hauling these things into the library tomorrow, leaking milk right through whatever tablecloth or bed sheet I used to cover them up, and then just playing it off like nothing was different?  People would still be talking about it twenty years from now.  No, believe me, finding our woman and putting a stop before things get any worse is my one purpose in life right now.  Here, I'm just sending Kylie a note saying I've picked up a touch of the flu and no one there is going to want me there to infect everybody tomorrow.”

 

            “Well, I'm off for the day anyway since I just got back from that whole conference thing,” Elena offered, “So my services are at your disposal, should you need a milkmaid, chauffeur, assuming you still fit in my minivan tomorrow, and anything else that might come up.”

 

            “Thanks, Ell; you take good care of me,” I said, rising from the sofa again, a bit more unsteadily this time now that I had a couple of drinks in me.  I stumbled over to Elena and gave her a hug that practically enveloped her from shoulders to waist, her taut belly pressing distractingly against me.

 

            “Mmm,” Elena purred, pressing herself closer into my embrace, “I think it’s time for you to stop talking and come to bed.”

 

            Five minutes later I was fast asleep in Elena's bed, laying on my side so my boobs didn't take up the entire mattress, Ell's round belly pressed softly against the small of my back as she indolently spooned me.

 

            It was heavenly to feel comfortable for the first time in days, even if my breasts were still insanely tender and my back still ached, something just felt different now, and whether it was fact that I finally knew who I was looking for, or a couple good, hard drinks right before bed, or just the warmth of Elena's body close to mine, but I fell into a deeper sleep than I'd had all week.

 

            I must have been down for hours, before I awoke, sitting with my back against a work-smoothed wooden mast as thick as a tree, the ground beneath me a dry, fine dust that tickled and scraped at the undersides of my breasts.  It was so dim I could barely see beyond my own titanic bosom, and I couldn't begin to figure out where the light was even coming from.  I was free to move, and as far as I could tell I was only wearing the same pair of panties I'd gone to bed in.  Still, I might as well have been tied up since all alone with the oppressive weight of my breasts and nothing to pull myself up by other than the featureless wood of the pole behind me, I wasn't going anywhere, at least not anytime soo-

 

            “So, another day come and gone and your boobs still haven't exploded; that girlfriend of yours is more resourceful than I thought,” a jovial voice echoed from the darkness, loud, confident, and sounding fantastically far away, “Not that she's made it through the past couple of days without enduring a few changes herself.  At any rate, we meet again, you more dangerously overburdened and helpless than ever and me- well, I've never felt better.”

 

            “Sadie Jensen,” I said, not as a challenge or an accusation, though it felt like a triumph that I could finally fasten her with a name.

 

            “In the flesh,” she laughed, her distant voice drawing closer, “And isn't it a shame for you that I'm not some enchantress where knowing my name breaks my power over you.  In fact, knowing that you've even got that little tidbit of knowledge to help you find me and you've still failed, makes me feel strangely charged, as if my whole body is just crackling with electricity.  But enough teasing; I've kept you in the dark too long already.”

 

            There was the reluctant squeal of a heavy switch being thrown, and a moment later the thunk-thunk-thunk of a dozen floodlights blazing to life, the shadows retreating before their onslaught. 

 

            It was a circus tent.  It spread out above me blue-striped and yellow, dizzyingly high at the top of the pole, and disappearing behind a vast oval band of wooden seats, piled up stadium-style.  And then I saw her, coming towards me with a smirk on her face and an insufferable saunter to her step.  The huge-bosomed woman from the library, Sadie Jensen.  She wore the garb of a ringmaster, thigh-high black leather boots gleaming under the lights, crimson coat with long tails decked out with shining buttons hanging wide open in front, and a white starched shirt stretched so tightly across her overfed bosom that I could see purple lace and bare skin through the gaps between her straining buttons.  She held a whip in one hand, entirely too confidently for my comfort, her hair done up in a way that suggested she was planning on a very physical night and couldn't be bothered with having it get in the way.

 

            “Well, well; even if you don't explode, I can't imagine how much longer you'll be able to walk with these weighing you down,” she scoffed, poking at one of my breasts with the butt end of her whip, “But then, I'm sure a clever girl like you is hot on the trail already, leaving no stone unturned as you tirelessly track me down so I can finally stop your tits from getting even more dangerously overgrown than they are already, or at least give you a few of the answers you've been craving so desperately.”

 

            “Please, I'm sorry I stole the formula for your serum,” I pleaded, trying not to wince as she roughly prodded at my tender breasts, “I don't know what else to say; I was greedy, I was reckless, I should have listened to you but I didn't and now my boobs are so gigantic, I'm so unbearably swollen with milk that this is literally a matter of life and death, and I'm sorry, but please help me; I'll do anything!”

 

            “Hmm, you know, I do believe you're being honest with me, really I do,” Sadie said as she stepped back and gave me a long, apprising look, “But at the same time, I'm kind of torn between wanting to see if you'll really be able to find me out there before it’s too late, and discovering just how much bigger those bloated jugs of yours can get before, well- a woman's flesh can only stretch so far-  Anyways, you know I'm only just a dream; I don't have anything to give you that you don't already know, like a phone number or an address you can find the real Sadie at.  To tell the truth, I'm only a part of you, a part that knows you well enough to know that as enormous as you've already grown you regret nothing, the part of you that's secretly longing for even bigger tits, no matter the price, and I'm not exactly hidden away in some distant corner of your subconscious.  In fact, I think you'll only be complaining to convince yourself that when I do this I'm not really giving you exactly what you want.”

 

            “Wait,” I cried, as she reached within her coat and pulled out a theatrically large brass pump and held it out for me to see, “No, seriously, what is that?”

                       

            “Oh, this little thing?” she asked demurely as she unlooped its pair of thick hoses and knelt down in front of me, “Surely you don't need me to explain it all to you.  You've spent more than a week doing everything you can to blow your tits up like a couple of balloons, no matter how much you've tried to hide it from your friends, no matter how outrageously immense you've been growing, not caring, at least not enough to really panic, about how precariously distended those quivering melons of yours become.  Tonight, I'm simply here to finish the job; a little demonstration, if you please, of precisely how it feels to be the proud owner of a pair of tits absolutely glutted with milk and flesh until they really are ready to explode, and then, if you're very lucky, I might just fill you up with just a tad bit more besides.”

 

            “Please!” I cried, as Sadie bent down in front of my breasts a few moments before I felt her clamping something onto my nipples, “Stop; I never meant for this to happen!”

 

            “You've got a lot to learn about the world, my dear girl,” Sadie scolded me as she straightened back up, “You don't get to choose your consequences; you choose your actions, and whatever follows comes on whether you wanted it to or not.  Now then, let's see if I got these overfilled milkers of yours hooked up right.”

 

            From her feet to her thighs her body was hidden behind my boobs, but I watched as Sadie drew up the plunger on the brass pump, it and her hands disappearing beneath her bust as she pulled it chest-high, and then forcefully drove it back into the pump's body.  I felt the hoses attached to my breasts jump, and there was a pinch as whatever she had attached to my nipples tightened for a moment.  And then I felt it, a strange sort of coolness forcing itself into my breasts like a bubble, the sensation spreading out inside of them almost the same way a cold drink seems to fill you insides when you gulp it down on a stifling hot day.  It didn't feel like milk, or even water; it coursed into me too quickly, and as the feeling suffused into my breasts, I realized they were had just gotten bigger.  Not by very much; barely enough to be visible, though a second later I felt my skin being pulled just a little tighter, my breasts, still fairly soft and supple from my latest milking, grew a little firmer and fuller.”

 

            “I hope you don't need me to explain this one in too much detail,” Sadie said as she pulled up the handle and pushed it home once more, “I thought there'd be a certain- poetic justice having it this way.  The last few days, you've been so terribly dependent on that pump of yours to keep your breasts from bursting; it just seemed fitting to use mine here to blow you up bigger than you've been even when your tits have been absolutely distended.”

 

            “But- ohh- how is that even possible?” I asked, stifling a quiver of excitement as she gave me another pumpful, “I'm not some kind of a cartoon or something; you can't just inflate my boobs like they're balloons!”

 

            “But Persephone, you're forgetting again that this is just a dream, I can do anything I want to you here,” Sadie said with a smile as she forced the handle down a little faster, the jolt of air rushing into my breasts feeling sharper than before, “I just thought I'd keep things interesting for you; I owe you that much at least after everything I'm about to put you through.”

 

            “But why- mmh- an air pump?” I asked, sighing as I watched my breasts expand until they rose at least an inch higher than when she'd begun.

 

            “Oh, now don't tell me you're getting turned on by this, the way it feels as every pump makes your breasts larger and more unwieldy, stretching them further and further, your skin becoming tighter, your areolae being tugged from all sides until they surrender and expand, your fat nipples growing like overripe strawberries in the rain,” Sadie mused, watching my breasts intently as she pushed down the handle with deliberate slowness and savored the effects of her efforts, “You're so insatiable; I'm almost tempted to stop this before I wind up leaving you with an inflation fetish to go with your cripplingly engorged melons, but since I still need to accomplish my night's work, that just means we'd have to do things the old-fashioned way.”

 

            Sadie let go of the handle and arched her back, cupping her own luscious bosom as the front of her shirt bulged, its seams popping as her breasts began to fill with milk again.

 

            “No, no,” I shouted, powerless to resist but certain that I could never endure a repeat of last night in my present delicate condition, “Just keep using the pump- ohh!”

 

            “Well, only if you insist,” she acceded, pushing the handle down enthusiastically, “Mmm, just look at you blowing up there.  Why I could push this thing down with one finger if I had a mind to; your breasts are just taking it in so very easily.  I would have thought that a girl so undeniably close to her limits would offer a bit more resistance; perhaps you've already been filled to the point where your body just can't even fight it anymore.”

 

            “Why are you doing this to me anyway?” I demanded, my anger rising as she teased me, “Me stealing your serum and giving myself an enormous pair of boobs hasn't hurt you at all.”

 

            “Why does this always have to be about me?” Sadie asked with feigned dismay, “I'm not doing this to you, it's your own subconscious that seems to want to see you punished for trying to fool around with Mother Nature.  I'm sure the real Sadie Jensen is at home right now asleep in her bed, nestled up against two very warm and yielding pillows, barely remembering that flat-chested girl from the library and blissfully unaware that you're searching desperately for her so she can save you from your own lustful foolishness.  Besides, I'd much rather stand here and watch your breasts filling up with air, getting bigger and tighter with every push of this plunger.”

 

            Another push of the handle, another surge of pressure, and then another pang of tightness as my breasts surrendered by degrees to Sadie's whims.  I was helpless, pinned to the ground by their weight and now by their swiftly ballooning size; unable to move, not sure of anything to say that might stop her, perfectly vulnerable and powerless to do anything but watch my breasts expand as Sadie filled me with air, while their undersides became firmer and firmer against my legs, their growing roundness forcing them do bulge away from my body unnaturally.  My boobs throbbed each time she pumped more into them, growing more unbearably tight.  It hurt, at least for a second as they strained to take in even more, but each time that sensation was followed by an increasingly sharp wave of pleasure exploding through my swollen bust.  I was having a hard time focusing, trying to figure out how to get away from Sadie before I exploded, distracted as I fought to keep myself from climaxing every time she pushed down the pump, smirking at me with indecent satisfaction all the while.

 

            “Please- ahh- how much bigger do you have to make me anyway?” I pleaded, my breasts so full that everything below Sadie's waist was hidden behind them, “Why are- ohh- being such a- mmm- a sadist?”

 

            “Come on now; does it really make me a sadist if I know how much you're enjoying this?” Sadie countered, giving me a couple more pumps in quick succession and smiling as I quivered and gasped on the ground in front of her, “Just look at you there, glistening with sweat, teeth clenched, hoping desperately I won't see how much you're enjoying this and give you even more.  You can't fool me.  Here, let's see how this feels.”

 

            She bent over and did something to the pump, I couldn't see what, and then stood back up and pumped it a dozen times, each with all the flair of an experienced performer, though, to my amazement, I didn't feel so much as a whisper of it flow into my breasts.

 

            “Okay then, let's make this a little more interesting,” Sadie said ominously, leering at my billowing breasts, “Let's see how well those overinflated tits of yours handle this.”

 

            She drew up the pump again, held her thumb to a button on the end of the handle, and I nearly blacked out.  The pressure of a dozen pumps rushed into my body.  My breasts were enlarged by what felt like at least another three inches in an instant.  Wracked by tightness, it seemed impossible for them to stretch that far so quickly, but I could hear it happening, my boobs creaking like overfilled balloons.  My nipples felt like if they were freed from Sadie's clamps, they'd instantly double in size, my areolae pinched like they'd just been drawn out as wide as tea saucers.

 

            But I couldn't help myself.  I came.  Lungs heaving, heart pounding, and all my inmost places swollen and soaked with desire, I came.  I don't remember if I screamed, only that when I regained my sense my throat felt raw, and I felt drained like I'd run a marathon with a fever.  Sadie leaned in, inspecting my breasts intently, and I gasped as I looked at the results of her work.

 

            My breasts rose several inches higher than before, monstrously round, though from the way that Sadie had to stand back and the way they weighed me down at the knees, I suspected they were a little closer to torpedoes, or over-ripened watermelons in shape, their shape betraying only the slightest hint that they weighed in at least a hundred and fifty pounds each, and not just blown up entirely with air like a couple of circus balloons.  Their skin, already pale, was drawn so tight now it was almost translucent; I could see delicate blue veins just below its surface, arcing impressively around the obscene curves of my bosom.  I felt like if I so much as touched them they might pop.  Sadie had no such reservations.

 

            “Mmm, just look at that; so distressingly overfilled, so exquisitely tight,” she said approvingly as she stroked one of my distended breasts, her red nails just sharp enough against my skin to leave me panting for breath, “You know, I just never get tired of seeing a pair of tantalizingly overfilled tits.  Whether it's a hundred gallons of milk, enough air to blow up a parade balloon, or even just warm, supple, quivering flesh, there's just something about the sight of a woman's breasts swelling up larger and larger, her body straining to hold more and more as it compels them to grow, her breasts growing tighter and tighter as she nears her limits, her body giving up more and more just to avoid- well, you know.  It's amazing the sacrifices your body can make when it has to, how much it can put up with, stretchmarks, strain, those lovely blue veins you're sporting now- I just love to see a pair of tits pulling out all the stops to hold every last ounce they can.  Don't think I'm just picking on you either, Persephone, dear; I've spent more than a few very memorable nights watching my own huge, wet melons growing until I was sure I they were going to explode, feeling them getting heavier and heavier as my body crammed them with almost more than they could bear.  And I'd be lying if I told you there weren't more than a few occasions when I discovered one of my clients was vastly more receptive to my treatments than I'd expected and I had to act far more concerned than I really was, knowing that I was in for the treat of watching some young woman's breasts swell up over the next several days, indecently aroused at discovering just how immense she'd become, and knowing that even if I wanted to help, all I could do was stand back and watch.”

 

            “Hmm, so I'm not the only one getting off in this then, am I?” I asked, finally catching my breath enough to speak, “Come on, Sadie, can't we just admit that we're both freaks, and then you let me go?  I know I stole the serum, but if you get off on watching boobs billowing until they're the size of weather balloons, then you must have already had more than enough fun at my expense to be worth the trouble.  Please, we're not that different, are we?  Can't you just let me go?”

 

            “Well, you do make a persuasive case,” Sadie admitted, running a finger along the side of one of my mammoth breasts, “But then again, I was so looking forward to really testing your limits tonight and, well, whatever you might talk me into here, I'm afraid there is just way too much of that serum still coursing through your body, so even if I let you go now, you've still got a lot of growing to do between now and Monday morning.  I'll tell you what, since you're going to be getting absolutely massive no matter what I do, and I just can't resist so the sound of your body straining to hold more, I think I'm still going to pump you up just as big as I was planning to.  Since you've won me over though, I'll be nice about it and do it all at once, and I promise I'll try not to be snarky about it.  Deal?”

 

            Without waiting for an answer from me, she leaned over and adjusted the pump again, and immediately set to pumping away as fast as she could, and the fact that I didn't feel so much as a tingle yet told me all I needed to know.  She was already at least ten pumps in before I could collect my wits enough to speak.

 

            “Wait, what are you doing?” I pleaded, “How much bigger are you going to make me?”

 

            “Well, quite a lot, obviously,” Sadie said matter-of-factly, not slowing down at all as she charged the pump with more, “Don't worry, it's nothing you're not going to be dealing with when you wake up tomorrow anyway, and I've done so much for you; how can you ask me to deny both of us this time together?”

 

            “But my tits already feel like they're ready to burst,” I entreated, “There's no way they can take another, what, thirty pumps from that thing.”

 

            “Actually, I was thinking more like fifty,” Sadie mused to herself as she kept working away.  She was moving slower now, all that pressure had to be hard to work against, and her face and cleavage were soon glistening with sweat, “Damn, I think I lost count; I'd better do a few extra just to be sure I don't shortchange you.”

 

            “Please, can't you just take the clamps off me and release the pressure that way?” I asked, shuddering at the thought of another fifty pumps being forced into my already overloaded breasts, “Isn't there something I can say to change your mind?”

 

            “I'm sorry, my dear girl, but there is not,” Sadie said, finally straightening back up and leaning wearily on the pump, “There's simply no way I can unhook it from you until after I've done this-”

 

            She pressed the button.  There was a hiss and then a roar, and I felt like my breasts had been struck by lightning.  It was like a bomb had just gone off inside my tits; I reeled as I came so hard I felt like I could die, my entire body bursting with barely-contained pleasure.  Through the rush of bliss, I felt my breasts inflating to obscene proportions, their own immensity forcing them out wider and wider, ballooning out so far in front of me that I shivered as my toes brushed against their taut undersides.  Over my wordless screams and ragged panting, I heard them stretching, creaking as they were forced to double in size nearly instantly.  Countless shudders danced along my skin as I felt my body surrendering to their repletion, my skin yielding as far as it could endure to withstand such excruciating excess. 

 

            It felt like an eternity before I could even catch my breath, before my weary heart stopped racing, and I dared to open my eyes.  My tits were fucking massive.  They jutted away from my body like a pair of pink, swollen zeppelins, my bust now at least two feet broader than it had been minutes before, and rising so high that all I could see of Sadie was her head, my breasts so outrageously distended that sitting like this they rose more than a foot higher than the top of my head.  I wanted to feel them, but I was afraid; my skin was drawn so tight that I felt like even the most delicate touch might be enough to make be burst.  The veins beneath my skin still stretched across my enormous globes, now pulled so tight I swear I could see them throbbing in time with my pulse.  If Sadie shared any of my fears, she hid it well.

 

            “Mmm, now that's more like it,” she said, bending over as she ran her fingers down the upper hemisphere of my tumescent bosom, “And look, you didn't explode after all, so all's well that ends well.  Here, since we're done with the evening's entertainment, let me give you a little more growing room.”

 

            I felt her tugging at the clamp that attached me to the pump; every pull threatening to overwhelm my dangerously overfilled breasts.  With a pop, the clamps came free, and I cried out in pleasure and pain as my nipples expanded to what felt like several times larger than before.

 

            “Ooh, look at that,” Sadie purred, giving one of my rock-hard peaks a squeeze which, I realized, was so impossibly fattened that her fingers didn't reach all the way around it anymore, “I never would have guessed that those little pencil erasers you were sporting a week and a half ago could withstand being blown up as large as overripe plums.  Oh, but you're in for a treat next time you're due for milking.”

 

            “Oh, please, be gentle,” I sighed, the aftershocks of delight still coursing through my body threatening to blaze back into something more every time she touched me, “I feel like my boobs are going to burst.”

 

            “You're not far off,” Sadie said proudly, “If I'd gone ahead and added another five pumps just for good measure, I think they just might have.  But how rude of me to leave you in suspense like this, surely you're just dying for the full report?”

 

            “Oof, report of what?” I asked, struggling in vain to keep my head clear.

 

            “Well, like I told you before, after you reach a certain size, there's no amount of growing that doesn't come with a cost, and you, my dear Persephone, have paid for an awe-inspiring amount of growth tonight,” she said, sounding curiously impressed, “Yours are just about the most spectacularly overfilled breasts I've ever laid eyes on.  You've got stretchmarks all across the underside of your bosom and up nearly to your arms on each side, bright red and I swear I can see them spreading out every time you so much as inhale.  Your poor areolae are split right through with them, like white starbursts streaking out around your nipples, that tender, aching skin around them straining so awfully it’s all I can do to keep myself from touching you there.”

 

            “Oh, please, it's just too much for me to hold,” I begged, “Can't you let some of the air out?  Deflate me a little just so I'm not just right at the brink of popping?”

 

            “Ah, I almost wish I could do that, just because you look so absolutely adorable sitting there flinching every time you do so much as glance at your overinflated twins, “Sadie said, sounding like she didn't quite mean it, “But I'm afraid what's done is most permanently done.  And this is just what you've got to enjoy right now; breasts this big might be bought all at once, but your payment is definitely on the installment plan.”

 

            “Wait, what do you mean?” I asked, near panic.

 

            “Well, everything I told you is just what your breasts have had to suffer through a few minutes after growing and before you've so much as moved from that spot,” Sadie explained, almost sounding sorry for me, “If you think your tits have been through the wringer right now, just imagine what you've got to look forward to next time they're full of milk too, or how once you actually start moving around all those ponderous pounds of flesh are going to exact their price on your aching, overinflated breasts, not to mention your back.  Believe me, my dear, you'd better hope you and your girlfriend have come into some good luck in your search, or tomorrow night you'll really find out what being overfilled to bursting feels like.”

 

            I woke up, sunlight just beginning to filter in through the blinds, the sheets of Elena's bed knotted around my body and soaked with lust and fear.  There was no sign of Ell, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized there was no room for her either; my breasts were every inch as wide as her mattress.  They were so heavy against my chest I could barely breathe; I wondered if I was actually having a heart attack.  I was wide awake, so much bigger than I had been when I'd come to bed, and I was about to burst.