Rachel was wondering what it would feel like to have kitten suckle at her breasts when she was hit with an amazing idea. Dropping the remains of her sandwich onto the plate, she dashed upstairs to the box of chocolates.
She plucked out the dark chocolate breasts and ate them, not pausing to savor the flavor. The feeling of her breasts expanding was as pleasurable as ever, and it kicked the milk production back into gear to fill the extra space, but she didn’t pause for that. As soon as the dark chocolate breasts reappeared in the box, she picked them back up and ate them. And again. And again.
Soon her cup was something like a triple F; she had lost count. After the fifth chocolate or so, she had laid down on the bed so as to spare her back the strain. Finally, after lifting her right breast up in her hand, she decided that they were the right size.
Now she just had to wait for the milk production to stop. Rachel eyed the pink circle of her aureole, anticipating. When she had been making the sandwich, time had passed quickly, but now it seemed to creep by. For fun, she toyed with her huge breasts, pressing them together and letting them floob around. Goodness, they must have been almost as big as basketballs!
Finally, she got that rich, full feeling again, and saw the few fat drops of milk leak out of her nipples. Catching them on a fingertips, she licked the milk up.
It was so good.
Slowly and carefully, Rachel took her right breast in both hands and raised it up. It’s new size let it extend all the way past her neck and right into her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Rachel placed her lips around her nipple and started to suck.
It took a few seconds, but then her nipple opened up and sweet, sweet milk began to flow. Rachel’s eyes rolled up with pleasure, and greedy she sucked her breast dry.
Once the last drop was gone, Rachel released her nipple and let her breast, now very deflated and drooping, flop back down to her torso. She sighed luxuriantly and stretched her arms above her, savoring the ghost of the milk’s taste in her throat. Then, by instinct, she tried to place her palms on her stomach and felt the mammoth bulk of her left breast.
Oh, yeah! Both her breasts had been filled with milk; she simply could only suck it out of one at a time. Well, Rachel didn’t want any more milk right now; she had just spent the last ten minutes drinking it, and had consumer what seemed to be a pitcherful. Bemused, she considered what to do next.