"Milk, if you have it!" You ask, finding it a bit odd you asked for that without really thinking. You didnt hate milk, but it was far from your favorite drink. But something about it was... alluring. Mellissa brings you your drink, and you take a sip. "Ohh this is really good! It must have been expensive!" You exclaim, exquisite flavour washing down your throat. "Really? It's just regular two percent!" "Huh, weird. Guess I must be in a weird mood today." You say, and fall into an awkward conversation neither of you were really into, with mellissa sneaking peeks at your burgoning breasts, and you nursing your delicious dairy beverage. You adjusted your brastrap, letting out a slight groan at how tight it felt, you really needed a new one! Mellissa stands up suddenly and speaks quickly "I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, sorry!" She then quickly runs off before you have a chance to respond. You smile as she leaves, she tried to hide it but her erection was obvious, and you were glad she was falling for you. You quickly inhale your milk, the taste iresistable, and you find yourself looking at her fridge. "Another glass wouldnt hurt... she probably wont even notice..." you mutter, bringing your cup to the fridge and quietly crack it open, grabbing the carton and pouring yourself another glass. The delicious white fluid slides down your throat, tadting even nicer than before, and your bra seems to grow even tighter. You put the glass on the table and struggle to unclip your bra for a moment, but you manage to unclip it through your shirt and sigh with relief as the pressure gives way. You crave milk once again, grabbing the carton again and pouring it into your mouth. Before long the milk is empty and you throe the carton to the floor and open the fridge again, ignoring your breasts bulging out of your shirt. Your eyes fall on a carton of cream, which you quickly open and slam into your mouth. You moan as the cream tastes even better than milk, and you quickly finish it and fall to thr floor with a thud. Your breasts jiggle and slosh, pressing tightly against your shirt as...