+2 Boobs! Chapter 10Lizas breasts were growing heavier: she shuddered at the feeling. Her heart thumped and her breaths quickened as her sweater tightened. Oh oh no! Not so big; not so big!
Liza folded her arms over her chest. The flesh swelled against her arms, pushing them away. Her boobs were getting harder to hide. Liza pushed them down, but her juicy grapefruits were swelling into ripe cantaloupes.
She stared down at her growing breasts, watching her sweater stretch, seeing her flesh through the stitches. Suddenly, Liza grew calm. Each beat of her heart pumped soothing warmth through her veins. She tingled all over as her soft, heavy orbs pushed outwards. Realizing that they were real, and they were hers, Liza felt her life somehow changing.
Her boobs stopped growing, jiggling lightly and settling into place. Liza turned to the mugger. Thank you, whatever your nameis?
He was gone. She found him standing by the door, her purse in his hand.
Thanks for the
Kate and Jenny part 18Jenny
We were alone. Angie’s eyes immediately turned to my bloated midsection, which grasped her sight with its irresistible gravity. The slight blush on Angie’s cheeks made her even more beautiful in my eyes. I longed for her touch. I craved it with all of my being. I almost felt how heavenly it would be if her nimble fingers were laid upon the globe of my stomach, how I would relish in her gentle touch.
“I-I think I should go…” Angie said with her eyes still glued to my abdomen. No, no, no! I wanted to scream. She can’t leave now!
Before I could say anything a lightning struck outside. Mere milliseconds later a deafening thunder shook the house and I knew exactly what to say.
“You want to go home in this weather? Don’t be ridiculous! You can stay right here.” Angie slept over in our house before and there was a chair bed in my room just for that purpose. I secretly hoped she’d opted to share the bed with me th
From a Single Droplet: The CoachingFrom a Single Droplet: The Coaching
[lact, BrE, b-feed]
I met quite a few men and women interested in my milkers. One was a weight lifter eager for me to help with his store, another was a cute shy guy who actually found me intimidating ( poor guy), yet another was a nosy goth, and more. I maybe had half a dozen first dates before I met someone who I clicked with.
Her name was Emma, an older woman (late 20s, early 30s) that had breasts bigger than mine at the time. Funnily enough, she worked at my college, though she told me she wasn’t a professor. After the usual pleasantries, we got to talking about my milk. Most of the questions were about what drove me to lactate and how much milk I make, but she asked me if I was interested in producing more. I told Emma how I’d consider it if the breast growth didn’t cost so much, and that’s when she offered to help. I was handed a bottle of pills and a note that Emma wrote her number on. She told me that the
Dear Dairy, Chapter 5Daddy whistled. “Well, ain’t you a big girl!”
“I told you she was big,” said Siobhan. “You didn’t believe me!”
Georgia held Mommy’s hands as she eased down onto the family couch. The couch creaked under her weight.
“Thank you,” Georgia moaned. “I don’t know what I would have done without you folks.”
“Thank Siobhan,” Daddy smiled. “She hasn’t stopped talking about you.”
“Yup! I want to be as big as you when I grow up.” She jumped on the couch beside her.
“Don’t do that,” Georgia cringed. “I’m so sore.”
“What do you mean?”
“Siobhan, just get off the couch,” said Mommy. “Miss Georgia needs to get comfortable.”
Siobhan slunk off the couch and moped into a chair. Mommy gathered some cushions and handed them to Georgia. “Comfortable?”
“Yes. I can’t thank you enough.”