Andy scurries around my apartment trying to find something big enough to hold my milk. I try not to focus on his muscular topless body. When Andy isn't pulling pranks on me, he is at the gym working on hard his body. As an amateur weightlifter, it's the only thing he takes seriously. And he looks really good stomping around my house half naked. If he wasn't such an asshole, we might have had something years ago. We made out once so I know he kind of likes me too. Granted we were completely trashed at a fourth of July party, but I can still tell he liked it. We never talked about afterwards but I definitely never forgot.
Andy yells from the kitchen. "How do you have no pots or a bucket?" He comes back over to the floor and sits next to me against the couch. "So I think I might have a plan. But you might not like it."
"Let's hear it."
"Well I was thinking. New moms have to milk themselves or feed their babies for the breasts to go down. They can't just leave them..." He really tries to make eye contact with me but they drift down to my chest "...alone."
"You want to milk me? Won't that make a bigger mess?" It could be kind of hot though. And was he just ogling me?
"You want a slightly bigger mess or to never stop and be stuck here as a one woman dairy farm?"
This could be fun. I fake an annoyed sigh and splash the milk pooling at my sides. "Fine but hurry. I think I feel them start to tingle again."
"What happens when they tingle?"
"They get even bigger! I don't know if I can handle that much weight." That wasn't a lie.
"Okay, okay. Here I go." Andy repositions himself in front of me and holds the bottom of my flowing breast with both hands. "Wow this is really heavy. You've put on a few gallons." He awkwardly juggles it around in his hands trying to force the milk out. But all it does it cover his chiseled body in my milk. Nice. He keeps going until some gets in his mouth and he freezes. "What's the matter Andy?" Do I taste bad?
Andy stares at my nipples and licks his lips. Oh my god, he liked it. This could be interesting. Kinky but interesting. "Go ahead. Do it Andy. Drink it."
He nods without averting his eyes and latches on to my teat. Milk blasts him in the face but he takes it until he can start sucking. And boy does he go to town. It's pretty hot and I can feel a different kind of tingling down below my skirt. "Oh yeah, keep going Andy." The boy keeps drinking and drinking me down until he eventually comes up for air, panting hard.
"You really like that huh?" I tease.
"Don't act like you didn't either. Or was that someone else crying out my name?" He leans back and throws me his classic charming smile. "Looks like it worked. It's stopped flowing." He's right; my breast has gone down drastically in size, even though it's still much bigger than before. But while I shrunk, someone else got bigger.
"Nice paunch you got there, gym rat. You should really cut back on the fats." Andy looks down at his slightly swollen belly. He laughs and rubs himself, making his tummy jiggle. "Hey, I'm allowed to have cheat days. And it was worth it; you tasted delicious."
"Freak."
"Takes one to know one. You liked it when I sucked you dry."
"Maybe I did." I try to throw a cute smirk his way, but a sharp pain hits me in my chest. The skin around my other still large breast has gotten very tight and I can tell it won't stay dry much longer. "Does it hurt?" I nod, taking deep breathes to try to alleviate the pain.
Andy carefully grabs my right breast and lifts the teat to his face. "Here let me help you." He nibbles on my swollen nipple, goading it to release its pressure into his mouth. His tongue sends shivers throughout my body. The milk finally gives as he drinks it down. I cry out and arch my back as he earnestly drains my tank. You would think he was dying of thirst. "Don't stop baby. Drink up." I run my hand through his hair and pull as my toes curl. Andy, never pulling away, lowers himself onto the floor and crawls closer to me as my breast starts shrinking. His strong arms pull himself up to my thighs and he rests his body in between my legs. "Oh Andy...Andy!" I shriek out his name, unable to control myself. I start playing with myself with his giant body on top of me. Andy gives a hearty moan with my boob still in his mouth. He climbs further up my body until he picks me up and puts me on his lap. His much more swollen belly squishes up against me and his pants are stretching pretty hard to accommodate them... and his erection. I undo his button and zipper and pull out his dick. Andy stops drinking and looks at me with drunk eyes as my almost empty breast slaps down next to its twin. They're both still really big but I can't feel any milk sloshing around inside. "You drank me dry, big boy." I slap his fat belly. "You were really thirsty, weren't you?" His tummy sloshes around obviously very full. "I can't believe I just drank all that. I just couldn't stop."
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard, sticking my tongue halfway down his throat. "Who says we have to stop? I know a few core excersizes you might enjoy." We go back to making out, our hands running all over both of our curves. Andy scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to my room. He kicks open the door and drops me onto the bed. We have sex...hot passionate sex... incredibly amazing sex. I would've fucked him a long time ago if I knew it would be this good. We keep on thrusting and screaming until the wee hours of the night until we fall asleep, his dick still deep inside me and his sticky body resting on my massive milk pillows.