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Blackmail, Part 6
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Summary: A high school senior is blackmailed by a male classmate and forced to take a pill regularly under his supervision, though she has no clue what the pill does. Contains: Female: breast expansion & more.
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She couldn’t believe she’d managed to drink the whole gallon of milk. By then she felt sick, and was admittedly trying not to puke. In the fridge, the other glass jugs of milk gleamed enticingly at her, but Jade could hardly even stomach the thought of it. She loved the diner’s fresh, creamy, unpasteurized milk, but she had never drunk a whole gallon at once. She doubted that it was even recommended, the milk too heavy and raw for that level of consumption.
Jade released a belch, then groaned, folding her arms over her aching stomach. Her breasts were warm, flesh tingling. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her chest and between her cleavage. She leaned back on the wall and rested her head against it.
She had pumped that morning before work, but could tell that she was already full again. Her breasts were hot and bloated, aching for release. Yet their saturation of milk was only increasing. She breathed heavily, trying to gather her bearings.
“I’m headed out,” she heard Ted call from the front. “Tell Stacy I’ll see her tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” Jade hissed under her breath, wiping some sweat from her brow. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her breasts only growing warmer and heavier the longer she waited. Her nipples were stinging, but she tried to contain the flood. At least for just the time being. She had to get control of herself.
She pushed herself off the wall and put her shoulders back, straightening. She drew a deep breath and lifted her chin, conscious of the way her button-down waitress dressed was stretched taut, buttons straining to hold together at her chest as diamonds of flesh became visible between them.
Jade walked out of the pantry, her breasts bobbing with her movements. The unpasteurized milk was working better than expected. She couldn’t believe how big her breasts were getting, they had to be FF-cups, and felt as though they were pulsating. They were just so packed, so overfilled, but she had to hold on. If she started leaking in front of the customers, her boss would make her leave to change, or worse, insist that she take the rest of the day off.
“Ted,” Jade said after she had exited the kitchens and was back behind the main counter in the front of the diner. Bryson was already halfway out the door, following his acquaintance, but to her relief, he looked back at her.
Ted froze. He stared. He didn’t seem to notice that his mouth was open. Then he walked back into the diner, and Jade released the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“Hey, I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Just gotta run a few errands,” he said as he approached.
Jade walked out from behind the counter. She wanted him to have an up-close view of her. He was already having difficulty maintaining eye contact, his gaze continuously flicking downwards. Eventually he just gave up all airs of politeness, and stared indulgently at her chest. She watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“Oh? I was looking forward to spending the day together,” she spoke quietly, so neither the undercover cop in the corner nor the other waitress could hear her. “I feel like I haven’t seen much of you this week. Is everything okay?” She arched her back to decrease the distance between them, and her breasts were close to brushing against his plaid shirt.
Ted bit his bottom lip and it seemed to take him a while to formulate words. “No…no…I mean…uh…just been busy with work, I guess.”
“I really enjoyed our date the other day.” God, she was getting so tight. Her nipples were fat and swollen, pressing hard against the cotton. The buttons were close to tearing right off. To her shock, one of the top ones pulled apart right at that moment, revealing another few inches of cleavage, and Ted’s whole body seemed to shudder. She was practically spilling out of her clothes, and her breasts were only growing larger. Jade managed to gasp out, “I was kind of waiting for you to ask me out on a second one.”
“Stacy, you know I want to,” said Ted, looking pained. “I’ve just been —”
“Busy?”
The diner door opened slightly, and the accomplice poked his head in. “Bryson, you coming? We ain’t got all day.”
“My shift ends in an hour,” Jade told Ted sweetly. “Don’t let me down.” And she walked back behind the counter to attend to another regular who had just sat down.
Ted stood there, looking like an ice sculpture for at least several moments. He was at an impasse, but she knew he would make the right choice. His accomplice continued to gripe by the door. Finally Ted grunted back to him, “go without me. It’ll be fine.”
“You serious?” the other guy said incredulously.
Ted took his usual seat at the counter and waved him off.
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That evening, Jade and Ted skipped dinner.
Jade didn’t know what mad impulse had taken hold of her when she had agreed to go back to his place. Ted had an adorably dorky fascination with model ships, some of them priced in the thousands of dollars. After rambling about them a bit too long at the diner, he had hesitantly invited her to see them.
Jade had agreed without even thinking about it.
And now she was in his surprisingly nice apartment. The designing was minimalistic but chic, every item seeming to complement something else. She absolutely loved it. But of course, it was rather difficult to focus on anything particularly, with the pressing matter of her engorgement. She had been trying to contain this surplus of milk for hours by now.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she managed.
Ted pointed her in the right direction. After going inside, and ensuring that the door was securely shut and locked behind her, Jade leaned against the counter, panting heavily, and hoping he couldn’t hear her. She hadn’t wanted to release anything until she was certain Ted wasn’t going to run off to meet up with his associate. But now she had Ted, back at his place, and that risk seemed minimal. For all she knew, the accomplice was locked up by now. Or maybe the crime had been successful. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that Ted was safe, and away from all that.
Her shaking fingers fumbled with her uniform. She hadn’t even bothered to change, not wanting to take her eyes off of Ted even for a moment. That left her packed tightly, the unyielding fabric practically squeezing her. She gasped out once she had managed to open the remaining buttons, her breasts bobbing through the opening, as she arched her back and took in long, deep breaths of air. God, this was so much better.
It she was still hot, still tight, her breasts unnaturally round with engorgement. Jade took a few moments longer to just breathe, before shifting closer towards the sink, her hands now sliding up her hot skin. Her pointer finger and thumb of each hand closed in on her swollen nipples, ghosting over the nubs. She whimpered.
Jade squeezed each nipple, trying to aim for the sink, but honestly that hardly mattered, all she cared about at that moment was some sort of relief to this burden of pressure and heat. She groaned as she extracted a squirt of milk from each nipple. But it was uncomfortable and difficult, and not nearly consistent. After several squirts, the output died down to a trickle. This was hardly helping. She needed her pump. Jade whined and continue to try to express milk. There was a knocking sound.
“Everything okay?” called Ted.
Jade’s gaze shot to the door. How long had she been in here? It was easy to lose track of time, given her predicament. “Yes,” she said weakly. “Be right out!” This was a mess.
Jade wiped her chest dry with some toilet paper, and did her best to squish herself back down into her waitress uniform, but the material was just so tight and inflexible, and buttoning herself in was almost painful. She shrieked when one of the buttons popped off and ricocheted into the mirror with an audible click. The impact left a minuscule chip in the glass.
The knocking was more of a pounding this time. “Stacy? What’s going on? Open the door.”
“Fuck,” she whispered, looking down at herself, the top of her uniform bulging open, close to falling apart. She did her best to cover the gap with her right hand, then used her left one to open the door.
Ted stood there in shock.
She knew her breasts had gone up at least another cup size in the last couple of hours, the mounds resembling cantaloupes heaving on her chest, so round and so full of pressure.
“They’re really, really tight Ted,” she practically pleaded.
Ted kissed her, causing her to release a surprised squeak that was muffled by his lips. She kissed him back, relishing it even through the discomfort, allowing him to pull her closer, her chest pressing into him.
Ted pulled back. “God, you’re so hot — I mean —” his cheeks reddened. “Literally.”
“Yeah, the milk…ahhh god, it…it makes me overheated,” she said breathlessly, her arm hovering near her chest.
Ted’s hand reached out, tentatively, towards the side of her right breast. He met her eyes, and she nodded, just slightly.
His hand made contact, causing her breath to shudder out of her lungs. She didn’t think anyone else had ever touched them before. Well, no one besides Pete, and that had been gross.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Ted rambled. “You’re a work of art.” His hand began to rub into the plump flesh, causing her to whimper.
“Mmmm…fuhhhhh…they’re so full right now,” she groaned.
He continued to rub, and she unconsciously pushed herself deeper into the contact.
Her uniform started to dampen. Another button snapped off, this one right in the middle of her chest. Her breasts eagerly pushed through the opening, causing the remaining buttons to tear, and suddenly her torso was naked to him. He could see everything — how round and full they were, how swollen and distended her nipples were, her puffy pink areola, just everything. Her cheeks went pink.
For a moment, all was silent, Ted’s hand freezing where it lay cupping her right breast. Finally, he said, “C-can I?”
Jade nodded even though she wasn’t sure what she was asking.
Without hesitating, Ted leaned down to her chest, his lips closing around her right nipple.
Jade’s eyes went wide. Her breath seem to get stuck in her throat, as her fingers twisted through Ted’s hair, and his arms wrapped around her, just pulling her closer into him. His face was practically squished into her chest, as he sucked slowly, drinking her milk, offering relief to the pressure but also an intense sensation of pleasure. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. This whole situation was insane. “Fuck, Ted,” she breathed, eyes fluttering as his tongue did an intriguing motion that made her whole body go weak.
He pulled off with a wet pop. “You taste so good,” he told her. Then he began to straighten up, holding her tighter, Jade’s legs instinctively wrapping around him as she was lifted off the floor.
She was in utter bliss. She thought she could stay in his arms forever.
He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them.
-
There was a ringing noise. Jade buried herself deeper under the thick, warm comforter. As a body shifted beside her, she recalled that she wasn’t in her own bed. She was at Ted’s.
“Yeah?” Ted said, presumably into his phone. There was a pause. “I told you to trash the plates. What time is it? Damn. Okay, give me an hour.” The bed shifted again, then Jade heard movement around the room.
She peeked up over the blankets. “Ted?”
Ted was buttoning his pants, his chest still bare, and the lean muscle on display there. He threw her smile as he pulled on a shirt. “Heya darling. There’s something I have to handle. Give me two hours. I’ll bring breakfast.”
Jade bit her bottom lip as she appraised him for a moment. “I should head to work.”
“Call out.” He plopped on the edge of the bed beside her, stroking her disheveled mane, a teasing smile on his face.
“Only if you call out too.”
Ted’s smile fell. “Damn, I wish I could,” he said wistfully.
Jade giggled. She sat up abruptly, catching him in a kiss. She allowed the sheets to slide down, revealing her cleavage. She was engorged, as she usually was in the mornings, but felt different somehow. Bigger. The growth since yesterday was evident on her frame. “Stay,” she intoned as she attacked him with kisses. She pecked him until he was laughing and trying to escape, but she latched her arms around his neck, latching herself against him.
“Stacy…”
“Let’s spend the day together.” She practically shoved her chest into his face.
Like yesterday, she watched his resolve drain from his face. “Fine. All right.”
She squealed and pounced on him.
