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Self-Induced
🕑 Added 2022-11-30 09:47:58 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.
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Janet didn’t know what she was doing.
She had kind of just been…acting on impulse…for the past several weeks. It just felt good, and…well, she was quite enjoying things.
It had started with her sister’s lactation cookies. Tonya had left a whole bag of them at Janet’s house after visiting with the baby one weekend. Janet had tried one, finding it to be delicious. She continued to eat the cookies—the whole bag in fact—even though she was fully aware of the potential consequences. It wasn’t as though she cared. She had actually found it really intriguing how her sister’s body was now capable of producing actual food for her baby.
In just a day or two, Janet’s figure began to change. Her previously flat chest was now bloated and warm. She touched her nipples and found herself wincing, yet continued to play with them, trying to provoke a reaction.
Janet went to the maternity store nearby her house and bought another bag of the lactation cookies.
Things proceeded that way over time. She would eat and swell as her nipples ached and her hands massaged. She would palm at her breasts and squeeze her nipples, encouraging the growing heat and heavinesss. Was there really milk in there? It took Janet several days of tugging and squeezing, until one of her nipples produced its first droplet of fluid.
Janet made sure to catch it on her fingertip and bring it to her lips, to taste it. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, finding this whole thing to be miraculous. Just in her spare time, she had trained her body to make food. Janet looked down at her chest, at the perky C-cups sitting there. They were so round with engorgement, there was no need for a bra to support them. And yet the tightness was uncomfortable. A little more growth would do her good. If they could grow larger and softer and descend a bit, that would surely be more comfortable. And Janet knew how.
It became a ritual. A habit, even. She was touching herself constantly, stimulating her flesh, and encouraging the production of milk. Once she almost groped herself at work, in front of colleagues, but she managed to catch herself at the last minute and instead smooth down her blazer with her hands. Her breasts had become the focal point of her life. They were the default place for her palms and she was touching them constantly. She enjoyed the sensation of fullness and heat accumulating there. As they swelled, so did her sensitivity.
She started to leak even without provoking. Her nipples would drip persistently, so Janet started to stuff tissues into her tops. During another cookie run to the maternity shop, she picked up some specialty nursing bras with padded inserts, before making her way home.
Janet’s breasts were already up to DDs. She had fallen into the habit of milking herself, squeezing her nipples, enjoying the way the milk just squirted out. She tried her best not to waste a drop, always aiming for the large bowl she set down in front of her. Her milk had only gotten thicker, sweeter, and creamier since she had originally released that first droplet. She had grown to positively love the taste of it. With the amount she was drinking, she half suspected she was addicted.
Janet groaned as she squeezed her nipples again even after she had managed to empty out both breasts. By then she had researched all the ways to increase her milk volume. Milking herself even after she was drained was a sure fire way to fill her up, her body responding to the needs of a potential baby by producing milk at greater speed and in greater volume.
Janet loved growing and seeing herself full. She loved the way men looked at her now, her colleagues sometimes staring, astonished by her rapid development.
Additionally, she was hungry. Her hunger for her milk never seemed to cease. As much as she was producing now, it still wasn’t enough to sate her. But it was alright. Janet knew how to make more.
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“Ohhhh…” Janet groaned as she got home from work one day a few weeks later.
Her face was flushed, blouse straining against the round EEE-cups on her chest, her nipples swollen and aching for release.
She had managed to pump herself in a bathroom stall mid-day at work, but it had only taken a few hours to become fully engorged again. She had been struggling to hold it in. She didn’t want to waste a drop.
Janet made her way inside, breathing thinly as she dumped her purse on the ground by the entry. Her fingers fumbled to unbutton her straining top. She whined as her hot flesh was released and she made her way to the living room couch as she gently shoved down her maternity bra.
Janet sat down and fumbled with her breast pumps, cursing as the tubing disconnected from one of the suction cups. She tried to reattach it, but the motion of bending forward was just too much for her engorged flesh. Her left nipple started squirting forcefully. Janet released a cry of protest, and before she even registered it, she had managed to grab hold of her breast and shove her nipple into her mouth as she sucked greedily.
Oh…god… Her body pulsed with heat and pleasure. She was suckling herself directly. When had her breasts gotten to be big enough for her to drink directly from her own nipple!?
And it was amazing. The pleasure, the sweetness, the surges of warm, creamy milk pulled directly from the source.
Janet moaned as she drank eagerly. Her body shivered from the sensation but that didn’t slow her down.
