Samantha reached for the dice to try again and groaned. Her breasts ached, between her shirt being way too small for her basketball sized breasts and the pressure of all the milk inside them it hurt to move. Making things even worse was how the milk leaking out of her plump nipples had soaked the front of her shirt, making it feel even tighter, not to mention the way the liquid was cooling in the air made her nipples perk up so hard it hurt. Said nipples were blatantly visible through her shirt, sticking up at least an inch, maybe more.
"Are you okay?" Sandra asked, her wolf ears dipping low as she spoke.
Samantha winced and rubbed at her breasts, "Not really. These things are starting to hurt like hell."
Her attentions caused a sudden spurt of milk from her nipples and she stopped.
"Maybe your the next card will fix it?" Sandra offered helpfully, her fluffy tail giving a slight wag.
"We can hope," Samantha sighed and rolled the dice, frowning when she got a four. Crossing her fingers she moved her figure and drew a card, "Oh boy, it's another strange one."
"I think they all are," Sandra winced as she shifted her weight and sat on her tail, "But what's it say?"
"Your changes are strange - You might think them a curse - But if your you started to like them - Would that make things worse?" Samantha read the card to her friend, clearly puzzled by the little rhyme, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"No clue," Sandra reached for the card and read it herself to see if Samantha had misread it, "How do you feel? Like anything's happening to you?"
"Not really," Samantha wiggled her shoulders, making her enormous breasts shake, "My chest feels really warm and tight, but it's felt that way since...well, this."
She rubbed at her breasts to illustrate, then tried to smooth her shirt down over them and failing miserably. Trying again she lifted her sodden shirt, peeling it away from her breasts to pull off the remains of her ruined bra. In the process she completely revealed her breasts, showing her huge, dark nipples and the tight, smooth skin of her swollen chest, "That feels so much better."
Massaging her now free breasts to sooth the ache of their milky burden she let out a sigh of relief. Drops of milk beaded on her nipples and then trickled down the round orbs of her breasts.
"What are you doing?" Sandra gasped, watching as her friend got up and walked across the room, her breasts bouncing and swaying with every step Samantha took.
"I just got an idea about how to make things easier," Samantha said happily as she searched through the garbage, "Got it!"
She held an empty gallon water jug triumphantly above her head and brought the opening up to one of her breasts, "This way I can get rid of some of the pressure...I hope."
Sitting back down next to Sandra she began to massage her breast, then gave her nipple a gentle tug. Her efforts were rewarded with several fat drops of milk squirting into the jug. A bit more massaging and pulling was followed by a sensual moan as a jet of milk shot into the container, "Oh wow, that felt good."
Sandra could only watch as her friend milked herself until the flow from of milk tapered off and stopped. By that point Sandra was looking flushed, and not just with relief. If Sandra hadn't known better, she would have thought that Samantha looked aroused.
Knowing the right rhythm Samantha moved on to her other breast and finished in no time at all, leaving the gallon jug nearly full and her breasts looking significantly less swollen.
"Yeah," Samantha sighed, rubbing at her softer, jigglier breasts, "That helped a lot."
She was still rubbing her breasts when she got up a second time, this time to look through her dresser for a new shirt, this one a t-shirt that hung loose and baggy everywhere except over her breasts. Though no longer swollen with milk, her breasts were still enormous and pulled the shirt tight across her chest, making her nipples visible.
"How are you feeling," Sandra asked when she at last found her voice.
"Good," Samantha nodded and gave her breasts a pat then wiggled her shoulders to make them giggle, "Really good actually. You're not going to believe how good it felt to milk myself. It's like my breasts not only got bigger, but more sensitive. Now that the milk's gone they feel so warm and soft."
She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.
Over on the bed Emily had finally stopped crying and Tracy smiled nervously, "My turn now?"