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Pep Rally II
🕑 Added 2019-09-29 14:42:34 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for varvi.
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Sams four breasts had gotten so large so rapidly, that both pairs were straining the two strapless EE-cup bras she had only purchased two days before. Plump flesh overflowed the cups, her mounds flushed, warm, and uncomfortably bloated.
Sam eased herself down on her bed that afternoon and huffed in weariness. It had been a long day at school. She looked down at the bulging mounds in her failing bras, and pulled up her shirt, before freeing her breasts from the confines of the straining cups. She sighed in relief, absently trailing her hands along her large, lurching belly as her nipples contacted the cool air.
Sam reached almost blindly into a bag on her nightstand. She withdrew the custom four-cup bra her mother had purchased for her only the evening before. With some awkward maneuvering, Sam managed to strap it around her torso and ease her four breasts into each large cup. The fit was good, but she was still groaning in discomfort at the sensitivity of her nipples as they rubbed against the soft cotton. Her nipples had gotten large and dark, areola puffy. Panting slightly, Sam eased her breasts out of the bra again, noting, absently, that the bra was a FF-cup. She allowed her breasts to bulge freely, but her nipples continued to distend. They were just so sore. She couldnt help reaching up and brushing one lightly. It grew impossibly hard, and began to drip. Mmmghh she grimaced and reddened.
She knew it would happen eventually. She just hadnt expected it to occur before her first pregnancy was over.
Sam reached inside a drawer of the nightstand, this time withdrawing the extra-large four-cup breast pumps, made specifically for people with her affliction. It was another thing her parents had picked up while shopping. They were being almost annoyingly accommodating, but she appreciated it.
Sam hesitated. She knew she was engorged, to an uncomfortable degree. It was probably best to do this now, before things exacerbated, and got out of her control.
So she turned on the pump and gingerly attached each suction part to each of her four breasts. She moaned quietly as she leaned back against her pillows, absently drawing her skirt up her thighs, to allow her udder to bulge free in her lap. It was already the size of a volleyball.
The mass wobbled and ached, as though in protest that her breasts were getting all the attention. It even seemed to tighten. She shuddered, hips twitching.
Sam just arched, and closed her eyes, as the pumps large container gradually filled with milk. She allowed her four mounds to jiggle, as she breathed thinly, and tried to get comfortable beneath the shifting weight of her belly. She looked as though she was due with twins by then.
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By the end of the week, a custom udder-pump had been purchased, and Sam had to take frequent breaks throughout the school day to pump her breasts and udders before they filled to the point of leaking.
Her milk was donated. There was just so much of it. Her milk-mounds were just getting bigger and bigger, as was her belly.
She waddled about when she walked, though mobility wasnt the only issue. Sam found herself fidgeting constantly, as heat pooled in her loins and her body flushed. All the rapid changes, and the pregnancy, were making her hot and wanting, even despite the fact that she was still a virgin.
An end-of-the-year party saw another huge life change for Sam. The party was at the house of Scott Murray, star football player and prom king, and Sam spent most of the time in the corner, watching people dance, as she sipped apple juice and tried to seem small despite the contradictory state of her physique.
She didnt feel as though she should have even been there, matronly as she had become. But she had promised her father to continue living her life like normal, and so she would.
Her back was sore. Her skin pushed and prodded out, as the innards squirmed. Despite all the distraction of rubbing her throbbing mass, she couldnt help noticing Scotts eyes meeting hers several times throughout the night.
Finally, he asked her to dance. She was shocked, but agreed. He didnt seem to mind the awkwardness of her girth as they moved slowly together. And the contact was just too much for her to handleshe hadnt realized how deeply she was craving the warm contact of anothers body. Before Sam could even realize what she was doing, she was taking Scotts hand and pulling him upstairs towards the bedrooms.
Comments
Kompera
Thank you :)
Phat94
I appreciate the description of her as "matronly". This one has promise!
