Susan's Life #36 - Buildup

Susan shuffled around in her warm, comfortable bed. While slowly coming into consciousness, faint remnants of her dreams were swirling around in the back of her mind. Telling one of her biggest secrets to Nathan, exchanging many intense kisses and ultimately him feeling her breasts all over.

Oh wait… that wasn’t a dream. Second Christmas day with Nathan actually happened. The realization made her blush, but relief and happiness filled her mind.

However, something was still on her mind. Something besides her dry mouth and empty stomach. Something physical. After the initial rush had passed, the feeling slowly crept up. Somewhere, it felt familiar to Susan. It brought her mind back to her stubborn days, where despite her growth she wouldn’t get newer bras. Only that feeling was amplified. When she connected the dots, Susan quickly reached over for the edge of the blanket and pulled it to the side, revealing her body. What she saw, despite the low light, surprised her greatly. They were bulging out of her bra. She used the support of the bed frame to slowly raise her upper body.

“G-god, they’re really digging in deep…” Susan said to herself, only lightly caressing the surface to fill in the blanks that her eyes couldn’t. Despite being initially surprised, she quickly realized it was due to her milk filling in again. She and Nathan had completely emptied them, telling the body to kick up the production. And that they did.

Susan reached behind her back, pulling the clasps together to unlock each hook. During the process, she bit her lip as the extra pressure was applied to her breasts. Only then did she notice a wetness spreading to the fabric not covering her areolas. Despite that, she pressed on. Once the clasp was loose, her jugs dropped and swayed just above her legs, scraping the dark blue fabric of her comfort pants. She sighed out of relief, but her attention was quickly redirected. Streams of liquid running down the underside of her breasts.

“Huh? B-but I… I didn’t even..” The baffled girl got out. Realizing she might wet her bedsheets again, Susan shuffled her way to the edge of her bed, feet planted on the ground. She watched in awe as, without touching her breasts, a few jets of milk sprayed from below her view and onto the wooden floor.

“Holy… How… how did I make so much milk overnight?!” Susan knew the level of fullness was beyond anything she had previously experienced, the strain on them was more than clear. Visually and physically. However, she had no idea her two favorite jugs were capable of auto-lactation, especially with her inverted nipples potentially bottlenecking the output.

She brought a finger to her nipple, directly touching it without having to dig through the puffy areola. The fingertip blocked one of the stream, making it wet. Yup. They’re definitely out alright.

Susan licked the finger and wiped it across the bedsheet. She took a closer look at her breasts by bending over. The lower part rested on her legs, and she could clearly see the red, stressed surface of her jugs. Handful of veins on either side were popping out, clearly hard at work to provide defenses for the milk inside.

Now that there was no immediate stress, no reason to panic, Susan could finally observe at peace. Observing her being overly engorged. Obviously they felt full. It was uncomfortable, distracting. Annoying. But somewhere... somewhere in her mind, she enjoyed it.

Besides experiencing one of the aspects of pregnancy, having her breasts fill up with milk in of itself is a mini-BE. Seconds ago, they were bulging out of her bra. One that fit her decently before she hopped into her bed last night. So to have them be even bigger, took Susan’s mind into a mischievous place. One with more than one set of hands.

Her breathing rhythm shortened in bursts of intensive breathing. Susan’s hands enveloped her areola as best as they could. With her eyes shut, she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Imagining her hands not being hers. Imagining the fingers being just as narrow, but slightly longer. She recalled how he fondled them yesterday. And then her hands squeezed them tight.

High pitched sounds escaped only briefly, before she closed her mouth. Still with her eyes shut, her ears picked up the increased droplets of milk hitting the floor, and the sensations of milk slowly seeping over her hands.

Susan reopened her mouth, inhaling and exhaling almost immediately. “H-hah… I’m… I’m making such a m-mess…” Despite that, she squeezed again. This time several moans passed her lips. She squished them together, apart, up and down. All in the right places. Before Susan knew it, one hand slipped under her pants to feel out the private area underneath. But she paused to let out a deep sigh.

“Fine… just a quick one...”