I now knew that I could have double D's for roughly a minute before I needed to breathe again, and more importantly, start spewing milk everywhere. I now had a thirst for more knowledge. What else could these honkers do?
These things could inflate to quite a considerable size, but what about delfating them? I decided to try making my tits as small as possible. I took a deep breath, and breathed out. I kept exhaling until I thought I couldn't go any further. I held my breath.
My tits were completely gone. The only thing left there were my nipples, standing pert and pround on my chest. I ran my fingers over them. It felt so weird, I had gotten used to having my B-cups on my chest for so long, I forgot how it felt to be flat-chested. I could stretch, do jumping jacks, run in place, no hinderance whatsoever! "So this must be how guys feel!" I thought.
I kept holding my breath until I felt a familiar tightness in my "breasts." They started flushing, I got slight tunnel vision, and once again, a soft spray of milk came from my chest. I gasped for air, shooting my breasts up to a double D quicker than ever before. Milk flew EVERYWHERE. Not only that, but the massive shift in weight thre me forward onto my bed. "I should've... done this... in... the bathroom" I said to myself, gasping for air.
It took a lot longer to clean up the milk this time, but at least now I knew that I should experiment in the bathroom. As a matter of fact, I felt disgusting. Milk spraying all over your body can really make you sticky. I decided to take a shower.
I stepped into the shower and started wetting my hair. I think of mhself as a very musical person, so I started humming to myself in the shower. I had to stop 5 seconds in thogh because I forgot about how my breasts vibrate slightly when I speak now. Thing is, humming makes them vibrate a lot more than just speaking.
I started humming a random note. My slowly shrinking breasts felt like they were lightly buzzing. I then changed pitch to a lower note. My tits felt like they were almost rattling. I continued changing notes, hoping to find a sort of resonance frequency for my breasts.
It took a bit, but I found it, and boy was that something.
My little dinghies on the rough ocean? They were now lesser clits touching a vibrator, except ALL of my tits were the vibrator. I gasped from the sudden stimulation. It was ecstasy. I hummed that note again, clutching my left boob. I wanted to keep humming, but I had to let out a moan. I quickly knew that this shower was going to have to be put on hold until I came.
I kept humming, moaning, holding my tits, and tweaking my nipples. I became very wet very fast. I started rubbing my clit while I hummed. That was almost too much to bear. It became a delicate balancing act between humming, moaning, rubbing, and tweaking. It all started to flow like a symphony, each part working in tandem with another, sometimes there were solos, sometimes there were rests. But each great symphony needs a climactic swell, and I was about to have mine.
"OH FUCK" I moaned. The waves trickled over me, the violins played their peaceful pizzicatos, and I slumped down to the shower floor in bliss. My heavy breathing a reminder of these two blessings on my chest.
"Definitely NOT a curse," I said, breathily as I hefted one of my tits in hand; feeling in expand and contract. It almost felt alive, but then I remembered that that thing was just an extention of myself.
"Wow... what next?"