I wake up the next morning in my bed looking up at the ceiling, my body covered in sticky dried sweat and milk. I carefully roll over to my side to greet my bedmate but he's gone. I turn my head to check the clock on my nightstand: 10:30. I slept in very late but it's not every night I pull an all night sex marathon. I try to sit up but my new rack is too heavy and I'm so worn out from last night's activities. I roll back over to my side of the bed, careful to not let my breasts smother me, and check my phone. I have a text from Andy from two hours ago.
"Hey Jess. Last night was weird huh? Good but definitely weird. I don't know how I let myself get wrapped up like that but I had to leave this morning to get to the gym. I need to burn off all those extra calories or my trainer will kill me. Call me later if you want to talk." Figures. Someone as fitness crazy as Andy would never let that big belly stick around. Even if it was kind of cute.
I finally get up and take a nice warm shower to get all of those juices off my skin. I even play with my new milk sacks in the shower and they are really something. I went from no cleavage to having the Grand Canyon on my chest and they are really slippery when they get all wet, making them bounce around as I try to clean them.
I get out and wrap my hair and my body up in towels to brush my teeth. As I scrub away, a warmness starts to slowly build in my chest. It's very dull so I don't notice it at first
So i go back to my room to pick put my clothes. No bra I have will fit me so today the girls have no choice but to go free until I can find out my new size. I manage to pick out jeans alright, but once I start trying to pick out a shirt that might fit me I notice the growing warmness. "What the?" I look down at my breasts and gently shimmy my chest. I feel a small amount of liquid slosh around inside.
"Oh no, not again!" What do I do? If they blow up again, I won't be able to move like yesterday. I'll be stuck on the floor gushing milk from my tits like a geyser. I'll be the crazy 8th wonder of the world, all thanks to Andy's stupid...
Andy! He has to help me. Screw his fitness kick, this is all his fault anyway. He has to help me!
I grab the biggest sweatshirt I own, my phone and bus pass, and run out of the house to the bus stop. I would have drove but I don't think having my breasts pressed up against the steering wheel would be a good idea. Even running is hard with my braless boobs swinging all over. I make it to the bus stop and get on. Luckily no one recognizes me and I take a seat. I do notice I am getting alot of looks in my direction though. But I keep to myself for the ten minute ride.
I tap my foot anxiously as the bus slowly but surely makes its way to the gym that Andy goes to. By now, my breasts have just about filled to the tip with milk and they should be growing larger any second. I hop off the bus and run inside. I ignore the front desk and run into the machine area. I find Andy running on a treadmill. He wearing that stupid sleeveless hoodie that I can't stand but it shows off his massive arms nicely. With the hood up, its clear he's trying to avoid any attention to him and his bulging tummy. I make my way over to his treadmill and tap him on the shoulder. He sees me but just takes out his earbuds.
"What is it?" I'm in the middle of a workout."
"I need your help."
"Jess. I can't do that again. Did you know I gained over ten pounds yesterday? In one day? Nu-uh."
"Look Andy. It's your fault anyway that we're in this mess." He keeps jogging in silence.
"At least take a look at them." Due to their size now, I grab my one of my tits with both hands and squish it around from over my sweatshirt. I have his attention now. He slows down the machine to a walk and keeps watching me play with myself. "If anything, you get to see some giant tits."
Andy stops the machine completely and looks around to check for anybody watching us. He takes a deep breath and grabs my hand. "This way" he says leading me into the showers. I follow him into a changing stall and sits down on one of the benches. He scratches the back of his head, trying to hold onto his will but by now my sweatshirt has been pulled tight across my chest and we can clearly see how much they have grown in the past few minutes.
"Does it hurt?"
"Starting to. The pressure around my nipples has been getting tight since I walked in here." I try to take off my sweatshirt but I can't manage to bring it over my chest. All my efforts do is toss them around a bit. Unbelievable.
Andy gets up and helps me pull it off, releasing them to his hungry eyes. He's in.
"Jesus, how much bigger can they get?" His voice sounds annoyed, but he doesn't take his eyes off of me. "I don't know but if we waste time, we're going to find out." The first droplets of milk fall from my right breast and I'm finding it hard to stand under all this weight. I sit down on the bench next to Andy as he finally makes up his mind. "I'll do it. I'll help you."
I mock him in a fake British accent "How selfless of you sir" as I struggle to lift up the dripping breast to him. He lifts it up easily, takes a final deep breath, and starts to suckle. His tongue, lightly at first, tickles and goads at my nipple to release more and more of my milk. I gasp out loud at the feeling of him drinking me again and it feels just as good as the first time. He also likes it again as I feel him get more enthusiastic. As more milk pours into his mouth, he gets drunk on the taste and massages me to coax more and more out and into his thirsty mouth. Andy even whimpers like a kitten. So much for self control.
As he gets more forceful, I'm forced to lean forward as the breast goes down in size. Leaning forward also helps to ease the pressure I've felt since he held up my teat in his large rough hands. I rock my hips back and forth over that sweet spot on the bench until he drains my first tank. But he still sucks hoping to get a few drops more. I have to rub his shoulder for him to stop. "Andy that one's done. You did it. There's none left." He slowly unlatches from my nipple and licks his lips. "That was more than last time."
"But you still liked it."
"Of course I did. It's intoxicating. But that must've been three gallons worth. I don't know how I can keep this up, Jess. Look at me." He points at his distended belly, which has grown considerably since before his lunch. His hoodie is even forced to rise up and show a little bit a skin, but I don't think he can see that. I pat his belly and it jiggles and sloshes as much as my still full left breast does. And he still needs to drink that one dry. Time to convince him to go for seconds. "Milk has protein that a growing boy needs. You big muscular types need your protein, right?" I trace a finger down the curve of my still giant left tit. His eyes follow and lock on target. "I did get some impressive lifts this morning." But he still tries to reason out of it. "But what about this fat stomach?" He grabs it and shakes it prove his point. I lay my hands on his swollen tummy and massage it.
Time to turn on the heat. "I think it makes you look sexy. A big, strong, sexy marshmallow. I get worked up just thinking about you." I start rocking my hips again on the bench over my sweet spot. He watches me as I toplessly grind on the bench while massaging his stomach. "Do you like it when I get worked up Andy?" Both his mouth and his dick say yes, the second trying to rise through his strained gym shorts.
"Then drink me." I once again lift the next breast up to Andy and he takes it earnestly, begins suckling, and quickly becomes milk drunk. Just like before, his touch of both tongue and finger drive me to grind deeper on that bench. Andy sensing my discomfort, reaches behind me with one arm and pulls my waist close to him, with me squished up against his growing belly. It's incredible how fast he is drinking me down this time. Andy has completely fallen under the milk's spell and he just can't get enough, no matter what his disciplined fitness mind tries to tell him. It is a little sad seeing him give a his hard earned abs for only three feedings from my breasts, but it's his fault anyway. And if anybody is going to do it, it's gonna be Andy and his huge stomach. He does looks very cute with his new jelly, I wasn't lying before. He's gotten so big that he looks as if he were full term pregnant. His shirt is completely over his gut now so we're touching skin to skin. He is so warm and cuddly, like a giant teddy bear made out of marshmallows. But despite the large amount of fat, his arms, chest, and legs are all still just as muscular and toned as before I started feeding him. At least he still has that.
As he drains the very last of my milk, he starts whimpering again. After a few desperate sucks he realizes its over on his own and unlatches from me, we get a good look at ourselves. My breasts have gone back down to their after drinking size from yesterday so they're still humongous, just not monstrous. I shimmy my chest and they bounce around just much as before. "Looks like this is my new default size, Andy. Thanks for your help." I look back at Andy to see him staring at his own growth. His mouth is dropped open, and he is speechless as he cautiously pokes it as if he can't believe it's there.
"Andy? I think you still look hot."
"How Jess? I look like Santa Claus!"
"A buff Santa Claus. Look at these arms." He lifts them up flexes his bicep, getting as much of a pump as before. "And check out these pecs; they're still cut out of marble." He flexes his chest making them jump up and down under his hoodie. "And you still have those tree trunks legs with that strong butt I so much."
This catches him off guard a little bit. "You've been checking out my ass, Jess?"
"Of course. I like to watch you walk around from the back. And now the front." I lick my lips for effect.
Andy let's out a deep breath and pats his stomach like a pregnant woman. "Well I guess I have to learn to live with this. Until your situation stops, you're going to need my help. And honestly, I can't get enough. We've gotta come up with an arrangement for this. I can't just keep drinking you in a gym locker room." We have been in here for about fifteen minutes alone, but someone is bound to walk in at any minute. "We gotta get out of here. Let's go back to my house and then figure something out." Andy nods and hands me my sweatshirt, which goes on much easier now that the girls have shrunk back down to my new normal. Andy gets out of the stall and grabs his jacket from his locker. The arms and shoulders still fit, but it won't close over his stomach. He gives up and we sneak out of the gym without being spotted and get to his car. He doesn't quite fit behind the steering wheel so I drive us back to my apartment. We sit down on my bed to talk since my living room floor is still covered in milk.
Andy leans back on my headboard. "Now. Where should we start?"