Jen felt confident that her lower breast would soon be gone and found herself feeling horny. She decided to have a celebratory masturbation session. A happy farewell, so to speak.
Any time she felt aroused outside of the curse, she was happy. She was human after all. No sense being a prude.
She locked her door and tossed a towel on the bed where she planned to work.
Feeling aroused but not yet wet, she stripped and opted to rub some baby oil on her chest. She spent a few minutes just massaging her breasts. When she started to feel trickles of moisture running out of her pussy and down the breast therein, she shifted her focus.
She gently pushed her fingers between the labia and breast, and slid them up and down, exploring the cavity around the orb. It was very sensitive. She imagined for a moment that it wasn't just the nipple that replaced her clit, it was the whole boob, and it was amazing.
She continued to stroke and squeeze and within minutes the erect nipple began to lactate, sending waves of pleasure through her body. With her free hand she pinched one of her upper nipples. She felt so hot. This was quickly becoming a full body experience as she imagined muscular boys, with their hard cocks begging to penetrate her. She thought about Brian, remembering how incredible it felt when they fucked in the bathroom. This time she wasn't being forced by the curse. This time every ounce of pleasure was her own.
Still, she wished she had a man there to take it a step further. Her thoughts went to Suzy. She knew that Suzy wasn't really into guys, thought to what extent she wasn't sure. They had both hit puberty around the same time and she remembered the fun they had exploring their bodies together. She thought about Suzy joining her in a threesome, or maybe even a foursome. So hot...
She felt her first orgasm coming along. Powerful contractions made her lower breast shoot milk as she squirmed and flexed her thighs. She felt amazing an continued to probe her genitals, then noticed an odd tingling in her upper breasts. It felt good, really good. Without looking, she moved one hand up and squeezed her lower left bosom. Something felt warm, a little sticky... Oh no.
She looked down and now all four of the breasts on her chest were forming tiny beads of white fluid. Still aroused, she tugged on the sticky nipple. It shot out milk. Just like the breast in her crotch, it felt incredible. Like an orgasm but in a new place. She wished she had three more hands as she moved from one nipple to the next, extracting the white nectar.
In time, she came back to reality and realized how bad the condition was. She imagined herself lactating in public, leaving wet spots on her cloths. She worried that she might be pregnant from her encounter with Brian. But that couldn't be, he pulled out, she watched him unload. Besides, it had only been a few days. She wasn't a stranger to the female body and remembered reading somewhere that if you stimulate the breasts frequently enough, they would begin to lactate whether you’re pregnant or not.
“Shit,” she thought, realizing how often she’d been stimulating at least one of her breasts.
“OK... There’s no reason to panic, nobody pays any mind to your crotch or lower set. Ideally they’d stay dry in public but a little drip won’t mean anything... It’s the top two I need to worry about.”
She decided that she could probably prevent wet spots with pads or pasties and went to the bathroom to clean up. She just sat over the edge of the bathtub and waited while all five nipples continued to drip. Fortunately they didn't take long to stop, a few minutes at most.
She didn't regret what she had just done, it felt incredible. Four new points of intense orgasmic pleasure on top of the electric energy that throbbed in her pussy.
Once clean and dry, she put back on her cloths and wondered down to the living room...