As the bell rang noon, Jennifer had some difficulty standing back up, she was too used to having her breasts lay on the desk she had almost forgotten the sensation of weight that was back in full swing. Slowly her lower vision was getting blocked by her breasts, looking in a mirror in the bathroom she could see her shirt acted more like a mid cut, her midriff showing clear as day. The lack of bra making it very clear just how much her nipples had grown. The strained fabric did help secure her breasts from moving but only worsened the friction.
As Jennifer grabbed her bag she was forced into a slight hunched posture to compensate, both for the weight and for the sensation. After a few dozen steps it become clear this was going to be a problem as milk began to trickle from her breasts, easily soaking her already damp shirt. By the time she was halfway to her class she shook her head as she unslung her bag and pulled out her pumps, turning into a unpopulated hallway she pulled out her pumps and fiddled with her shirt.
Jennifer cursed as she struggled against the tight fabric, finally wrestling herself free, the shirt easily resting on top of her breasts. As they tumbled free the weight nearly sent Jennifer falling face first. As she tried to fix a pumps nozzle to her nipple she cursed again. Madison was right they were too small for her, even more so now. As much as she tried it only made the situation worse, all the poking and proding and imperfect seals only irritated her more, which caused even more milk to bead forth, until it was nearly a constant trickle, a few drops running down her breast every second before either dripping to the floor or her knee.
Jennifer threw the pumps back in her bag as she stammered along the wall to stand back up. Defeated yet again, Jennifer was forced to pull her shirt down again and continue on, the milk only continuing to grow stronger.
Trekking forward she finally got to her next class, her shirt soaked. It felt like a godsend when she was finally able to sit down, her breasts resting heavily on the desk, a small puddle forming under her boobs.
Madison walked over seeing Jennifer "Oh my god Jen, what happened?"
Jennifer looked up, her face ragged. "Couldn't pump my breasts, and my shirt is too small, it's too much."
Madison concerned looked down at Jennifer's breasts. "I don't know why you choose to wear a shirt that small, but here I can help." Madison said as she slipped a hand under Jennifer's boob as she started to lift up her shirt.
"Maddy what are you doing?!?" Jennifer sat up in recoil. Madison squatted down to the desk "What does it look like dummy." As Madison latched her mouth to Jennifer's left nipple, sucking gently. Jennifer gasped as she watched her friend breastfeed. The suckling feeling only drove her to produce more milk as Jennifer let out a soft moan.
After a minute Madison let go, gasping abit for air. "Dang Jen, I forgot how much you lactate with those milkers." Madison said as she wiped her mouth. "But that should atleast help a little."
Jennifer blushed wildly as she tried to take in the situation. "Y-yea thanks." Jennifer said as she pulled down her shirt as more of the class started to pour in.
English was harder than she remembered. Not because of the subject but because her breasts now took up a large part of the desk, and she struggled to work over them. The space she had available to work with grew smaller with each passing minute. By the end of class Jennifer had to guess she almost had G cups. The weight nearly twice that.
Jennifer was forced to use both of her arms as support as she hunched over as she walked out the class before spotting Madison again. "Hey Maddy" Jennifer said trying to wave.
Madison waved back "Hey Jen, here let me get your bag, you got enough to be lugging around." She said as she slipped Jens backpack off, one of Jens breasts heaving down as she let go of them to take off the bag.
"Thanks Maddy." Jen said thankfully. It felt like she was carrying two boulders stuck to her, a 15lb bag was nothing compared, but atleast that could be taken off. Jennifer tried to straighten her shirt, wincing as the soaked fabric was ridding up so much it started to look like a tube top.