Mark had been warned by his family to stop dating me since I still hadn’t had my breastgiving. I told him my feet were tingling and he got excited. He apparently is very into women who had late breastgivings and enjoys taking care of them.
I wasn’t used to this small female body, but I was endowed with the memories of a both my old life and my current life. We went out to eat and talked about plans for my breastgiving. On the walk there we ran into my sister who started to run over in excitement but immediately stopped as her breasts began their uncontrollable gyrations.
As we got closer, I noticed the dark circles on her shirt, she was leaking milk.
“OMG I’m so happy to see you guys! I didn’t pack my milk pumps for the beach and I’m absolutely DIEING! I’ve been leaking for an hour, but you know how it is, I can’t reach my nipples and I feel uncomfortable going to milking parlours. Can you guys help?”
We went into a private area nearby and my sister lifted up her shirt. Her immense breasts immediately sagged down heavily. Little sprays of milk started leaking out of each of her huge nipples.I approached her breasts and could see how ridiculuosly veiny and engorged they were. When girls lactate if they don’t get milked as least twice a day their breasts continue to painfully fill with milk. Her hanging tits were hard as a rock with milk. I could even see the bumps of her full milk ducts all over!
I grabbed one of her breasts with both hands as Mark did the same to my right
“ouch! be gentle! They’re so full!” my sister yelled
I pressed down on her breast anyway and was greeted with a huge spray of milk from her distended nipple.
“stop! help,” my sister yelled
Mark and I decided to quit playing with her and got down to helping her express her milk.I latched on to her huge nipple and started sucking. Almost immediately, my mouth filled with huge amounts of milk, it was almost all I could do to gulp it down, mouthful after mouthful.
After about 15 minutes her breasts were nearly back to her normal size and I was so full I couldn’t drink another mouthful.
“If your sister makes that much milk, how much do you think you’ll make when you have your breastgiving?” Mark asked
I shuddered to think of what was to come in my future…