Kara found a clean bra and shirt in her dresser. She tucked them under an arm and picked up the bowl of milk that she had left behind earlier that afternoon. She took her cloths and the bowl to the bathroom, where she could have some privacy while milking herself for the second time that day. She pulled the door shut behind her and dumped the bowl of milk into the sink. Now alone, she was free to strip her damp shirt and bra.
Once exposed, she stepped closer to the vanity and took hold of her eight nipples, shivering as her hands met the damp flesh. As inconvenient as it was, these milking sessions did feel amazing. She squeezed a quartet of white jets from each breast. The mild orgasmic response nearly made her knees give out. It didn’t help that she was already feeling horny.
Subsequent strokes weren’t quite so intense, but still felt nice. She was more comfortable standing over the sink since it was essentially bottomless compared to the bowl. The larger basin also allowed less careful aim. Milk sprayed the ceramic, blasting from the porous tips with each pull. What pressure there had been was gradually easing up, though she was now feeling very thirsty.
She considered taking a drink from the faucet, but recalled how sweet her milk had tasted. The thought of drinking her own bodily fluids seemed gross, yet this milk was somehow appealing. Especially since it tasted so good. Perhaps just a sip to wet her mouth, then water from the faucet to quench her thirst.
She held one of the nipples on her right breast an inch away from her lips and licked a bead of milk from the tip. Seemed harmless and tasted as good as she remembered. Throwing caution to the wind, she pulled her lips over the nipple and sucked out more milk. The sensation made her shiver. It was more pleasurable than her hand had been. Maybe more effective too.
Feeling adventurous, she fit all four nipples into her mouth, stifling a moan as milk dribbled down her chin. She continued to milk her left breast by hand, until the streams began to subside. Feeling oddly full, yet just as thirsty, she spat out her nipples. They were reddish and swollen from an unintentional hickey.
With a few more strokes, the last of the milk emptied into the sink. Unlike her first session, her chest felt empty. She began to clean herself up, patting her chest dry and washing her face and chin in the sink.
She slipped into the dry bra and shirt. Her nipples were still relatively large, but without milk holding them firm, her bra was easy to slip on. Before leaving for the living room, she bent down to get a sip of water from the tap. It relieved her thirst, but she almost immediately felt her body converting it into new milk.
She considered the possibility of changing again. While it felt great to milk herself, her pussy was still wet and needy. If not for her company, she would have taken some personal time to ease that tension. Following that would likely be a new transformation. Unfortunately, she had pizza to pick up and guests to entertain. The thought of entertaining Henry with her cunt crossed her mind more than once...