Without much thought, Jeff quickly threw on a t-shirt like he normally would, but nearly fell over with a gasp of mostly pain but a hint of pleasure as the rough cotton fabric scraped across his chest. It was only then that Jeff truly noticed how erect the nipples on his chest had grown. Looking down Jeff could very clearly see the outlines painfully erect under his t-shirt. Jeff wasn't sure, but he was worried his nipples looked a lot larger than they ever had.
In curiosity, Jeff very gingerly reached to touch his nipple. A shiver chill of pleasure ran down his spine and straight to his crotch. The nipple on his crotch breast was quickly engorged again, erect again even so soon after having been milked.
Jeff gently squeezed the nipple on his chest, expecting and experiencing a great deal of pleasure, but also felt a few drops begin to soak the t-shirt directly around his nipple. Jeff continued to squeeze out drops in pleasure and small winces of pain through the rough and increasingly wet cotton t-shirt until just about his entire man-boob was outlined in the wet spot. Jeff had to admit that there was maybe more of an emphasis of boob than "man" in the view that presented itself. If Jeff had to guess it still wasn't enough to warrant a bra cup-size, but it looked like a little more tear-drop shaped than he was used to.
Jeff realized he could also smell the milk soaked into his t-shirt. Between the smell captivating him and the sensation of how erect his crotch breast was against his jeans, Jeff was wondering if he had time for another glass of milk.