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Self-Induced IV
🕑 Added 2023-03-01 07:00:35 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.
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It had been a month since the incident at work, and Janet’s suckling habit had only gotten worse.
She was obsessed with the hot milk her own body produced. She had a limitless supply of it. It was a crazy cycle. The more she drank, the more she produced. The more she produced, the more she drank, and the bigger she got. She was positively addicted. She had tried other things—all varieties of cow, goat, and nondairy milks. She had tried ice creams and puddings, anything that might quench her, but nothing compared to the sweet, creamy substance that her body made. And nothing was nearly as convenient. Janet could stir awake at night, pluck out a breast, and start drinking away.
It was yet another bad habit she was struggling with. Consuming from herself constantly, even in bed. Sometimes she fell asleep suckling her nipple, or awoke to find that she had been drinking in her unconsciousness, the way a baby might. Having two round breasts filled with her favorite indulgence, attached to her 24/7, was akin to having a delicious cake sitting next to you all day, all night, at every moment. It was irresistible. The only times that Janet had even a fraction of control were when she was out in public—specifically, when she was at work. At least then, she could stop herself. Or so she tried.
“Mmmghhh…” Janet hummed as she greedily sucked on her right nipple. She was crammed in one of the bathroom stalls at work, already on her third break for the morning. She knew she was on thin ice with her boss, but she was an addict. She just couldn’t control herself. “Oh god…” she groaned, her belly aching, but she still kept drinking. Her body was keeping up with the demand, pumping milk into her breasts and keeping the supply abundant all day. Her breasts used to shrink down several cup sizes after she truly indulged, but lately, they didn’t decrease in size nearly as much. Maybe a cup size at best. She could never seem to drain them completely anymore, hard as she tried. Some days she drank until she was groaning in pain, or trying not to throw up, yet she could still feel the weight of milk left over in her breasts.
“Nnghhhh…” Janet groaned, pulling back. She was too nauseous; in too much pain. She had to stop. She leaned back on the toilet lid, her hands cupping her pillowy belly. She gasped for breath as she slumped there, flushed and sweating. “Ohhhhh…” She rubbed her abdomen as it gurgled. A massive belch erupted from her throat.
Janet had put on a lot of weight over the past couple of weeks. Her belly was a round, soft pooch of fat. It look like a late-term pregnancy, albeit much squishier.
Her thighs had filled out, now pressing and rubbing together. Her hips were full and wide, and a huge backside protruded out behind her, one that rivaled Nicki Minaj’s in size. Her face was rounder, shoulders softer, and she was just plump all around from her high-calorie diet of dairy and her frequent food binges.
Once she regained her energy, Janet heaved herself up and exited the stall. Breathing heavily, she went over to the sink, leaning on as she looked at her reflection.
Despite both her breasts being mostly drained, they were plump E-cups heaving on her chest. Which was still smaller than they had been when she had entered the bathroom a half-hour earlier. Then, they had been tight, bloated F-cups aching for release.
Everyone at work was constantly giving her confused looks. People were baffled by her rapid weight gain and the constant, fluctuating size of her breasts and belly.
Janet wearily wiped some sweat off her brow. She felt dizzy with fatigue; full and lethargic. But she knew she had to get back to work.
Even then, as she gazed at herself in the mirror, and the cleavage protruding against the neckline of her blouse, Janet found herself licking her lips. She couldn’t believe it, but she was still craving, stuffed as she was, uncomfortable as she felt. She had half a mind to go right back into that stall and see how much more of her sweet milk she could extract.
Janet lightly shook her head, trying to suppress those urges. This was madness. She drew in a deep breath, tugging down her taut blouse against her swollen belly.
With an incredible amount of discipline, she managed to turn for the door. She left the bathroom and headed for her cubicle. Hopefully she could get a little work done before she needed another fix.
