Together these increased her production enough that she had to start wearing pads in her bra when she went out, though since she mostly worked from home that was a rare need. In private, she'd go around in a t-shirt and bra, waiting until the milk stains showed through, then masturbating furiously while roughly milking herself. It was time for the resting poses, and Jennifer lowered herself into the first of them with a shudder of relief. Her body ached from the exercise, but it was nothing compared to how her naked breasts throbbed. Placing herself on hands shaved and knees, arms straight and shins against the floor, she looked down at her own chest. They'd been N-cups before, and she'd never expected them to grow any bigger. Now, they were large O's. In time, her burgeoning new fetish had grown into an obsession. She'd bought a pump first, starting to use it to milk herself every day. Usually, asian she'd have a vibrating wand pressed against her pussy the entire time her milk was pouring out, watching it spurt from herself with a low moan of arousal coming from her throat. Soon she had become infatuated with the idea of producing as much milk as she could, and acquired some medicine and supplements through sometimes questionable means. Estradiol, domperidone, fenugreek - anything amateur that she thought could increase that warm, delicious flow from her nipples. Adjustments to her diet had let her keep up the constant outlet of nutritious milk, and though her body had still increased slightly in weight, it was all to the benefit of her curves. Combined with the constant milking and her natural breast size, after three months of lactating Jennifer had eventually measured herself at an average output of 115 oz per day. Nearly a gallon of milk. It was so much that she'd started to have trouble disposing of it all, though eventually she'd located a milk bank willing to take donations. For her, it wasn't about the milk itself, it was about the way it made her feel to produce it inside herself, then to let it out of her in great milky gushes or constant dripping flows. The sensation was not quite like being a cow... it was more like all she was was just a pair of breasts, and that they were doing what breasts were meant to do. It was an obscene thing, skinny and she would shudder in orgasm each night imagining someone mocking her tits for their constant leaking, stepping on them so it spurted out harder, and similar mistreatment. Everything about lactating so much played into her other fetishes, and she felt like she never wanted to stop. Pulling her knees beneath her body, Jennifer placed her arms before her as if praying towards the wall. Her breasts hung against the ground, tips brushing against the carpet. The sensation against her nipples was muted by the strips of waterproof black tape covering them, twin 'X'es completely hiding the hard nubs. They sealed all milk from leaking from her, though it had taken a few tries to find the right kind of tape and right amount of coverage to accomplish that. It was her preferred way of preventing herself from expressing, on the rare occasions she didn't want to. Whenever she could, she'd often go around her house constantly dripping, staining a shirt, or simply spraying milk while not even having to touch herself. It had been about month of constant extreme milk production since she'd hit her peak, with her body was only getting better at enduring it each day. It was to the point that she could lactate for hours if she simply let herself leak, constant streams of white dripping down her nipples onto a towel pressed against her belly. If she wanted to prevent herself from soaking through her shirt when she went out, her only options were to milk herself empty with pumps beforehand, or to tape up her nipples. Whenever she chose the latter, she could always feel the pressure building inside, an exciting sensation that made her feel almost as hot as if she were lactating in public. Whenever she finally got home and took off the tape, she would release all her stored milk in a rush, a sensation that never failed to leave her wet and panting. However, she still yearned for more. In achieving her body's maximum possible lactation, she felt she had become what she was always meant to be, yet she still had been the only one to enjoy the pleasures of her obscenely massive, milky tits. She wanted to feel another's rough hands squeezing the hot white spray from her nipples, delivering the harsh abuse japan that her body deserved. Looking at her creamy pale tits, she would imagine them bruised and battered, bitten and written on. Despite her attractive qualities, she was still a virgin, having never even been seen naked by a man. The thought of her first sexual contact being casual, degrading, even painful... it was more enticing to her than she knew it should be. Turning slowly, Jennifer rolled herself onto her back, staring up at the ceiling and panting softly as she splayed out, adopting the final pose. With her limbs spread, her breasts hung heavy from her chest, massively engorged with milk. I was then told that I had no need to worry on that count; there were too many unpleasant diseases around for him to risk skinny getting one. They hugged her tight ass, I could just see the lips, peaking out of the crotchless panties, down between her thighs. I ripped off my clothes, stormed over, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust myself into her. His seed was lodged deep inside of her now... 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Anna screamed. “If you break a rule,” I said, one of your sisters will be placed in a cage.” I said let’s get you two scanned and see if it took then I need to get going. I was into the game this time and so began by kissing the crumbs off of her face, centering my attentions on her lips. “Oh yeah, these are two friends of mine. My skirt went further out as it went from side to side. She's always making sure that I'm ok. Needless to say, it was the best shower I had ever had! Katie held her breath through the first handful of contractions, then broke down and japan let out a asian series of breaths.