Rachael decided that it would be fun to go through the day as normally as possible so she left her bedroom to fix herself some breakfast. She got herself a bowl of cold cereal and went to the living room to eat it while watching TV. Of course there was nothing interesting on, but television had nothing on what was happening to her in real life anyway. She had used magical chocolates to greatly increase the size of her breasts, make herself lactate and to finish off the look, had given herself a belly that made her look like she was nine months pregnant and ready to give birth at any moment.
When she finished her cereal she turned off the TV and got up off the couch, cradling her belly with one arm as she did. Not wanting to leave a mess, she went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. In addition to the bowl and spoon that she had used there were a good number already in the sink, showing that her mom had needed to leave in a hurry that morning. To be helpful she decided to wash those as well, which proved to be surprisingly fun.
Due to the state she had put herself in she couldn't lean over the sink and because she was unused to their size and weight, her breasts got in the way as well. The challenge made the normally mundane task fun and rewarding, not to mention she really enjoyed the way her belly pressed up against the counter and would occasionally bump gently into things when she put away the dishes that she had cleaned. Its weight was obvious whenever she moved and she loved the feel of it as well as the heaviness of her full breasts.
After doing the dishes she sat down for a few minutes to rest and rub at the small of her back which was starting to ache a bit from all the extra weight she was carrying.
Cradling her belly with both arms she went back to her room to lay down for a bit. The size of her belly and breasts, as well as the pressure of the milk within them, made it hard to find a comfortable position, but eventually she was able to find one. Rubbing her bulging belly, she played with her belly button, which had popped into an outtie due to the pressure behind it. As she caressed herself she began to daydream, still amazed at how sexy she felt this way. Her boyfriend would be shocked to see her like this, but she was sure that he would love her new breasts. What a surprise it would be for him when she invited him to suck at her big, plump nipples and have him discover that she was lactating. Just the thought of his mouth wrapped around her nipples, sucking and drinking his fill of her sweet, warm milk made her feel flushed with pleasure. A warm tingling grew in her breasts and spread, her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra. Imagining her boyfriend nursing at her full breasts while he caressed her big belly, she brought her hands up to play with her nipples and discovered that her shirt was wet.
Rocking her weight to sit up she looked down and saw that two blotches of moisture had formed over her nipples and when she took off her shirt and bra she could see that milk was leaking out of her nipples. She tired to blot them dry, but that only made the milk flow harder and the pressure in her breasts grow to the point where it was almost painful. Her overly full breasts were heavy and hot to the touch, making her realize that she needed release.
Not wanting to make a mess in her room, she went to the bathroom and leaned over the sink as best as her belly would allow. Excited, she took her nipples between her fingers and gently rolled and squeezed, increasing the flow of milk. Each drip pattered against the porcelain of the sink with a gentle sound that sent a delighted shudder through her. A little pull on one of her nipples sent a short stream of milk into the sink, little droplets spattering in all directions.
"Oooh," she moaned softly at the feeling of release it brought with it. Milking herself felt almost like masturbating, or at least the feeling of relief that came with each bit of milk leaving her breasts did. In the past she had played with her nipples, but it had never felt this good, never sent shudders through her whole body and made her pussy ache with a pleasure that went all the way up to her stomach.
When her breasts were finally empty she sat down on the toilet with a heavy sigh. Her nipples were sore, but in a good way and the feeling of lightness of her now empty breasts was almost as good as the feeling she got after really, really, good sex.
And thinking of sex, her pussy was still wet and need of attention.
Slipping a hand into her pants she could feel the heat. Her panties were soaked with her feminine juices and her pussy lips were flushed with desire.
Hand in her pants to stroke her clit and pussy, she went to her room so she could masturbate in front of her full length mirror. This was the first time she had ever wanted to see herself masturbate, but she wanted to see her new, sexy body.
Once in front of the mirror she pulled her pants and panties off, the sight of her swollen belly and heavy breasts further turning her on. She fingered her slit and rubbed her belly, gasping and moaning as she did so. Her juices were flowing heavily, never before had she felt so turned on or so unbearably sexy. if she could have her way at this moment she would want to stay like this forever.
She plunged her first and second fingers deep into her pussy with a wet squishing sound, juices dripping down her hand as her inner walls clenched against her fingers. Slowly she withdrew them, then plunged them back in as hard as she could, repeating the process over and over again until she felt weak in the knees.
Unable to stand, but not yet ready to orgasm, she lay down on her back, facing the mirror so that she could look at her pussy as she pounded her fingers into it and see the swell of her belly bouncing behind it as she bucked her hips.
Orgasm approached rapidly as she looked at her heaving belly, the warmth within it spreading rapidly. When it came, the pleasure wasn't only in her pussy, but deep in her belly as well, as though the two were now intimately connected. The feelings there lingered for a long time after the rush of orgasm faded.
Exhausted, but content, Rachel lay on her floor, gently rubbing her belly and breasts, feeling like some sort of sex goddess.