Jennifer woke up with a groan as she rubbed her eyes as she tried to sit up. But she couldn't. Confusion soon turned to panic as her eyes opened wide to find a wall of flesh created her. Her breasts had grown all night! They were massive, atleast, she assumed as much, she couldn't tell the full scope as she could only see the the top side of her breasts. Jennifer panicked as she desperately tried to move, but no matter how she moved or tried to leverage herself she was pinned underneath herself.
Jennifer called out for her mom, hoping she could help. Jennifer tried to roll with no avail, but she could hear the creak and moan of the bed beneath her, maybe it could create enough of a motion to move her. Jennifer used her elbow to generate barely an inch of space before falling back down, using the momentum try again.
Jennifer could feel her breasts moving, a thick sloshing sound could be heard as they started to be moved. However the movement caused too much strain on the bed, as a leg buckled from the weight, causing the bed to fall at an angle, thankfully forcing Jennifer prone.
Jennifer could now take in the size of her breasts as she laid upon them. Jennifer guessed they must have been almost twice the size from last night. Jennifer had limited mobility in this position, as she was able to roll back and forth, however the motion took alot out of Jennifer, as well as causing a puddle of milk to form underneath her.
Jennifer's mother opened the door to the bedroom, seeing her daughter sprawled out nude for her to see all. Without even batting an eye she stated calmly. "Aw sweetie did the bed break again? And you're causing such a mess, I'll be right back." As she closed the door again before Jennifer could interrupt her.
Jennifer tried to move, but any inch she could gain she could feel her breasts shudder as they inflated even more. As Jennifer grunted from strain she could start to feel the warm milk start to touch her toes, then her knees. Jennifer's mom returned carrying a massive contraption.
"Mom what is that?" Jennifer exclaimed nervously. Her mom simply shrugged confused by such a basic question. "It's your breast pumps honey, you know them." She moved to fit two cups to her nipples, each saucer looked like the width of a basketball, giving a estimate of the size of her nipples. Jennifer gasped as the cold plastic touched her breasts, then she moaned embarrassingly infront of her own mother as the machine was flipped on.
Jennifer could see a fast stream of milk flowing steadily from her. Her mind was focused on the sensation, she didn't even notice her mother leave the room. Jennifer felt trapped, unable to move, hooked up to a machine. She thankfully had basic amenities such as a TV, food and snacks provided by her mother, and a concerning number of vibrators and dildos within reach. Somehow her life had become like this, any attempt to move only caused her to raise higher and higher, if she tried too much Jennifer was scared her feet might leave the ground, leaving her suspended only by her cleavage.