Megan's day at work went well enough. She enjoyed the extra attention her coworkers were giving her. She wore the new, larger clothes she had bought, which were much more comfortable, which allowed her to soak up all the stares, from surprise to approval to jealousy. She had to suppress a smirk almost constantly whenever she got up from her desk to go somewhere.
In the afternoon, one of her coworkers finally broached the subject with her. Gina leaned against the cubicle wall and said in a low voice "Did you actually get a boob job?"
Megan wasn't insulted at the insinuation that her breasts weren't natural. No, she hadn't gotten implants, but using a magic potion wasn't technically natural, right? She kept her eyes on her computer as she continued typing an email. "Yeah," she replied in a bored voice. "Are people noticing?"
"'Noticing!'" Gina echoed, rather loudly. She looked around quickly and lowered her head, as if that would help her keep her words to a whisper. "Yeah, I'd say they are. Did you think they wouldn't? Why'd you even get 'em, then?"
"None of your fuckin' business."
Gina was physically taken aback. Megan never used that kind of language in the office--usually she saved it for when they went bar hopping. "Uh... all right. Suit yourself."
As Gina walked away, Megan finally looked up and watched her leave. She scrunched her brow and wondered what she had said that upset her.
She hadn't even made it home when she got a text from Will. "Can't wait to go again tonight." Wow, he was insatiable...but then, so was she. Just reading his text made her heat up. When she got home, she pulled her hair out of her professional bun and changed into some lingerie.
Will eventually arrived with some take-out, which ended up cooling in its boxes on the kitchen counter as they screwed each other senseless on her couch. They took turns worshiping her D-cups and his huge member.
Around eleven o'clock, they finally ran out of energy. She nuzzled the stubble on his cheek while he suckled her teat and caressed her sweat-soaked hair.
Will finally came up for air and cuddled her. His eyes roamed about her face and the loose strands of hair falling over it. "Your hair is amazing. It's so thick. Don't know why I hadn't noticed before."
"Because you spend so much time ogling my boobs," Megan retorted coyly.
Will chuckled. His eyes immediately darted back down to her chest. "Guess so." He pinched her nipple and a spurt of milk shot out. "Damn, I thought I sucked you dry by now."
Megan giggled and beamed proudly. Will returned to stroking her hair. "You should grow your hair out more."
"Why?"
"'Cause I like how it looks. You should, too... it frames your new chest nicely."
"It's a lot to take care of..."
"So? It's worth it. You should skip your next few haircuts. Just to see."
Megan shook her head. "I'd rather not..." Her hand rubbed his five o'clock shadow. It felt like sandpaper...very stimulating on her palm. "How about you stop shaving so often? You look sexy with stubble."
This time, Will chuckled. "Can't. Gotta keep up appearances."
"So you see my fucking point about haircuts?"
Will shrugged. "Fine."
Their stomachs rumbled in unison. They both locked eyes and broke out in a laugh. Will dropped his head so their foreheads touched.
"Guess we'd better have that dinner," Megan said. "And after you can have some more of my milk to wash it down."
Will licked his lips.