Once home, Jesse found himself laying on the sofa, his hands exploring the massive girth and weight of his new stomach.
One hand settled on one of his growing breasts and the painfully sore nipple settled on the end of it. He gasped, rubbing his tender tits. They were so much softer than usual. Soon, two wet spots had appeared on the front of his shirt.
"Holy shit," Jesse gasped, squeezing the soft flesh around his nipples. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as more milk began to stream out. He arches his back, presenting his chest to no one in particular.The more he stroke, the more milk that streamed out of his chest, the hazier his mind became. It feels so amazing. He imagines how much more amazing it will feel to have the mouths of his children sucking on his swollen tits, lapping the white liquid from his body.