#milky breasts

Pregnancy TF

“Oh my god Kathy, look at this one!” Nichole laughed, holding up a realistic looking cowboy outfit, complete with a tail and a udder “The shop is so weird..” Nichole was a average sized girl, 5'5, 130 lbs, perky B cup breasts, and shoulder length brown hair. Kathlyn was taller than her friend, reaching nearly 5'8, she was rather skinny but had a large butt that drew your attention, and her long blonde hair reached midway down her back.

“Your tellin’ me Nikki.” Kathlyn laughed, rummaging through a bin of strange costumes. Nichole and Kathlyn had been shopping at the mall when they stumbled across a new store tucked away at the back end. It was the end of September, and they had been delighted to find a costume shop, hoping to find a hidden gem to wear for Halloween. The shop was cramped into one of the smaller boutiques, and most of the costumes were stuffed into large bins to save floor space. The lone employee had ducked out back and the girls were left to themselves as the dug in the bins.

Kathlyn laughed to herself, pulling out a slutty witch outfit, complete with giant fake boobs, she draped it over her chest and pretend to saunter toward Nichole, much to her amusement. “Damn Kathy, you look good with a huge pair of titties!”

“Shhhh, don’t yell titties out loud Nikki.” She scolded her friend, worried the shopkeep would have heard them. “Lets try something on already. Here try this.” Kathy threw a costume to Nichole.

Nichole grabbed the costume, scoffing as she realized it was a fake pregnancy suit, that was rather revealing. “Haha, yeah right Kathy, I’m gonna be a big ol’ preg for Halloween!” They both laughed and Nichole went to sit the suit down, but for some reason she couldn’t stop looking at it. Something about the large curves and hefty breasts of the costume looked so sexy to her, and she smiled when she saw the outfit even had fake milk stains coming from the breasts as if the outfit was lactating. “They really pay attention to details here.” She said to herself.

“What’d you say Nikki?”

“Oh.. Uhm, nothing. I was just talking to myself..” Nichole responded distractedly.

“You still lookin’ at the mommy outfit?” Kathlyn asked “Come on, lets both try one on!” She grinned, lifting up an identical outfit from the pile she was digging in. Nichole grinned and they both went into the dressing rooms.

Nichole stripped out of her clothes, taking off her jeans and loose top, then her small white bra and panties. She shivered as the cool mall air touched her bare skin, giving her body an glance in the mirror. She was nearly perfect, all she needed were slightly bigger breasts. ‘I guess now I’ll have them’ She thought, holding the costume to her chest.

She unzipped the back of the outfit and slowly got her arms and legs through the holes. She could already feel the weight of the costume weighing on her torso, it felt strangely heavier once it was on you she though, struggling to grasp the zipper. She finally grasped it and pull it up, sealing herself into the pregnancy costume. She felt weighed down by the outfit, its large breasts and protruding stomach felt and looked so strange. She looked herself over in the mirror, jiggling the realistic looking belly and tits. “Hahaa, I’m huge!” She laughed, rubbing her belly “I must be at least 7 months pregnant…”

Nichole yelled to the other dressing room “Kathy! Are you knocked up yet!?”

“I’ll say. It looks like I’m ready to pop one out at any minuet!” Kathlyn yelled back.

The girls left the dressing rooms at the same time, and they gasped in unison. The costumes looked so realistic, the way their bellies stuck straight out, hanging out over the costumes shorts. Or the way the G cup breasts jiggled in the bra that looked too small for them, its front appearing dark and damp as if ready for a milking.

“Oh Nikki! Your glowing, how far along are you?” Kathlyn asked mimicking a well meaning nosy person.

“I’m about 8 months in, but more importantly, who is the father?” She joked, pointing at Kathlyn’s huge belly. “I bet it was Tom!”

“Eeeww! That’s so gross Nikki!” Kathlyn threw a costume at her friends head in mock anger “I’d rather it have been Mark anyhow.”

“I should have known…” Nichole smiled, not surprised by her friends choice. Looking at the shops wall clock, Nichole realized it had been over an hour and a half since they started looking through the bins. “Shit, we got to get going, Erin’s gonna be pissed if were late.” Nichole struggled again to reach her zipper. “Get over here and help me get this thing off.”

The girls went back into one of the dressing rooms, and struggled to move around as their large bellies made it hard to navigate the small booth. “Ugh! Hurry up and get this off of me, the thing weighs too much, my back hurts and the fake breasts are squishing me and making me feel sore.”

“Yeah me too.” Kathlyn grimaced, managed to get a hold of her friends zipper and pull it down. The undersized bra and shorts fell away, leaving Nichole completely naked. Her huge G cups jutted out from her chest, capped with slightly puffed out areola and long dark nipples, and her overly large belly were now exposed. She scowled at the costume in the mirror “I meant the whole outfit Kathy. Get it off me already!”

“I… There’s… Uh Nikki… There’s no zipper.”

“What are you talking about!?” Nichole said angrily, reaching behind her to find the zipper. But all she felt was her skin, and as she struggled about her belly pressed against the cold glass of the mirror and sent a chill up her spine. She could feel the icy mirror on her large stomach, as if it was her own. With a mixed feeling of disbelief and terror she rubbed at her belly, then gingerly poked at one of her large pinkish brown nipples. A pleasant zing shot through her, and she watched a drop of white liquid fall from the nipple.

“What are you doing Nikki!” Kathlyn grunted, pulling down her own zipper and watching as her clothes fell away.

Nichole grabbed her breasts and mashed them together, they were real. She wanted to scream, forced to watch her new heavily pregnant body in the mirror as she pull at a nipple and watched a thin stream of milk spray onto the glass.

Kathlyn realized she too was stuck in the suit, and she slapped at her back, trying to find the second zipper in vain. “Nikki did you find the other zipper yet? I’m stuck in this whale!” she laughed nervously, confused at why the costume felt so damn heavy on her.

“Uh… about that… I don’t think its a costume…”

“What? What are you saying!?” Kathlyn growled, spinning her friend around. They stood belly to belly and Nichole could only think of one way to show her. She grabbed her right breast and gave it a tight squeeze, sending a stream of pearly milk into her shocked friends face.

“What the fuck Nikki you got this.. Milk? You got whatever this stuff is all over me!” Kathlyn yelled, wiping down her face and then moving to clean off her breasts and belly. She looked horrified as she felt herself touching her belly, not just from her hands, but actually from the giant belly. Her belly, her hugely pregnant belly. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted to do anything to get her out of the this cramped little both. She was gonna be stuck looking like she was ready to burst with her naked friend, and there was no escaping the uncomfortably large stomach and heavy milk laden breasts that now dominated their bodies.

“Calm down Kathlyn… Just.. Just give me a moment!” Nichole shouted, trying to collect herself and not think about how good it would feel to get more of that milk out of her tits. “Clearly… this shops magic or something.. we just got ask the shopkeep how to get out of these.”

“Y-yeah… I mean… He’s gotta have some way to take these off.” Kathlyn said with hope.

The girls slowly managed to put the tight and revealing clothes back on after a few minuets of struggling, and left the dressing room. The store clerk sat on a stool behind the stores counter, a look of boredom on his face as he flipped through a magazine.

“Hey! Uhm… Steve.” Kathlyn asked, reading the employees nametag. “So… this stores magic?”

“Yup.” She answered, not looking up from his magazine.

“Well.. how do we.. I mean how…” Kathlyn struggled to ask the question. Nichole interrupted “How do we get these fat preggo bellies off us, the suits are real and we can get them off!”

The clerk sighed “Does anyone ever read the sign?” He pointed toward a large sign on the wall near the clock. The girls hearts sank as they read the sign.

1. Do not damage the merchandise, you break it you buy it!
2. Only try on one outfit at a time.
3. No food or pets allowed inside the store.
4. All outfits are permanent, wear at your own risk.

“How the hell can you run a store like this, what is your problem!?” Nichole yelled at the shocked clerk, Kathlyn holding her back as she tried to get at the store clerk. “Look what you did to me!”

“Hey lady I didn’t do nothin’ to you, I’m not the one too dumb to read a sign.”

Kathlyn dragged her friend out the door, trying to stop her from assaulting the agitated store clerk. “Nikki, calm down!” She scolded her friend, standing between her and the door.

“But… But look what he did to us..” Nichole said through near sobs. Kathlyn hugged her friend as best as she could, their huge bellies and breasts pressed against each other. They embraced for a minuet or two, feeling comfort that they weren’t alone in this strange situation. Eventually they moved to a table at the nearby food court and pondered their fates.

“At least there’s no actual kids in here.” Kathlyn said rubbing herself and wishing she was at home so she could try and get some of the milk out of her breasts.

“But.. But that means we can’t give birth… What if that means we can never shrink back down!”

There was no way to get rid of these huge bellies, no amount of dieting or exorcize could ever undo their magical fake pregnancies, and their breasts would never stop producing such large quantities of milk.

Nichole rested her heavy breasts on the table for support. “I think I’m having food cravings like a pregnant woman. I wish I had a big plate of french fries with mustard right now.” Nichole pouted “We should get something to eat then go to the maternity store I guess…” The girls both looked at their unattractive and revealing costume short and tops, nodding in agreement.

“Damn!”

“What now Nikki!?”

“We still have nothing to wear for Halloween!”            

‘Having bigger breasts would be awesome, but having big milky breasts would be a dream’ This wasn’t the first time you stood in the maternity section of the store fantasizing about your breasts, imagining them large and milk filled, or how great it would be if you were pregnant. Today you were examining breast pumps, you couldn’t believe you were actually considering buying one and trying to induce lactation, it might be a bit of work, and you probably wouldn’t get more than a few drops every now and then, but you might actually buy one this time. As you compared prices and features your breasts suddenly started to feel hot, pleasantly warm but nearly uncomfortable, and as you rub them gently you feel them start grow larger right in the middle of the store. At first you try and ignore how tight your shirt feels, this can’t actually be happening, but the straps of your bra are digging into you now, and you can see breasts beginning swelling beneath your shirt. They are filling with a warm pressure and your nipples begin to tingle as they become hard. You try and keep your composure, you can’t just rip off your shirt in public…

You try to adjust your growing breasts nervously, but the feeling in your nipples is so distracting. They feel bigger than before, as if they are growing in tandem with you chest, and with their new size comes sensitivity. Every move you make sends an electric jolt through them as the tight bra squishes and pulls them one way or another. You need to get the bra off, it’s making it so much worse, your nearly panting at this point from the heat and stimulation. You unclasp your bra to alleviate the tightness, and feel your huge rack surge forward, free from the constraints of the bra. It’s undeniable, you must have gained two cup sizes while standing there.

You stifle a moan and look around, there’s nobody watching thankfully, but at any moment someone might happen by and see you standing there, clutching your bra with one hand and tweaking you shirt tenting nipples with the other. Your nipples are so big now, almost two full inches long and as wide as your thumb, you drop your bra and use both hand to grope at them from under your shirt. Suddenly your hand starts to feel wet, the front of your shirt looks damp and you can feel the telltale drip of liquid falling from the tips of your nipples. Lost in the moment you lift your shirt and witness the first sight of your boobs. Hefty F cups capped with dripping two inch nipples. Breathing heavily you reach out and grab a nipple, pulling it gently and watching in delight as a arc of white cream splashes the display and leaves the boxes dripping.

You don’t think your in control of your body now, your mind says to run or hide, but there you stand alternating from breast to breast as you pull on your nipples one after the other, milking yourself like a cow. You hear a gasp from your side and you can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but your tits feel so good you wouldn’t stop for anything. Time flies by in a blur and you don’t know if its been hours or minuets, your breasts are still hot and warm, and milk is still slowly dripping from your nipples. Somehow you muster the willpower to pull down your soaked shirt, you can’t get it over your midriff now, and it clings to your breasts. You fold your arms trying to conceal your tits, they must have swollen to a g cup while you milked them, and thanks to how wet your shirt is they are pretty visible underneath it. The bra is no longer an option though, and you abandon any hope of buying a pump, trying to get out of the store without causing a scene. It’s time to head home and give yourself a good long milking, the first of many…            

Nine months, nine months had finally passed and it was time. As much as I had hated Mrs. Shaw for what she did, I had also believed her. She was clearly out of her mind, and I didn’t want to be stuck in the nearly indestructibly durable pregnancy suit forever, so I kept my grades up. More than that, I stopped going to parties, I joined a few clubs, I got a part time job. My life had actually gotten a lot better since I got stuck looking like I was pregnant with twins and about to deliver. I… I didn’t want to admit it, but some part of me actually was sad that it was going to be over. I dragged my feet as I walked to Mrs.Shaw’s office…

Mrs. Shaw’s door was open and she saw the large frame and familiar wavy brown hair of her ‘favorite’ student. Miss Lane had gone through quite the change since she stuck her in that suit, and Mrs. Shaw was quite proud of how she had tamed the spirited young woman. Something about having to look like a mother had infused the girl with a sense of responsibility and respect, she wished she could teach all the young girls in her class a lesson like that…

“u-uh Mrs. Shaw? It’s April Lane.”

“Come in Miss lane.”

April walked in with a slight waddled as she made sure not to bump into anything in the tight office. “Well… It’s been 9 months, and… I’m a straight A student now.”

“So you are… I guess your here to finally get free of that belly?”

“I guess yeah.”

“You guess?”

“I…” She looked embarrassed, how could she actually have started to like looking like this… “I’m just kinda used to it… and I’m worried I’ll go back to how I use to be once it’s gone.”

“I see..” Mrs. Shaw’s face was an uncompassionate mask, but she was laughing on the inside, she knew just what to do.“Well, I think I have an option you might like.”

“W-what? I..”

“The college has cut my budget extensively after my expensive purchases last august, and I’ve started looking into some other ways to achieve my class projects. Do you believe in magic miss Lane?”

“Magic? Are you joking Mrs. Shaw?” April laughed, stopping as she realized Mrs. Shaw looked serious. “What kind of magic…”

“The kind of magic to make a girl look like you do without the need for a suit. I’ve been studying in the library and in the antiquities section I found a rather interesting book. A spellbook you see, one that has some actual magic in it.”

“Like… real magic?” April didn’t know what to think, Mrs. Shaw wasn’t one for making stuff up, and she looked dire.

“Now, I haven’t got to cast any spells yet, as I haven’t had a willing subject to practice on. But I was thinking. Maybe you don’t need a suit to keep you grounded miss Lane. If you want to keep a big belly like that so you don’t act out like a child, how about we take care of it permanently.”

“p-permanently?”

“Yes, I believe I can make you have a real belly, just as big as that, that will stay forever. You would like that wouldn’t you? To know that you look like a expectant mommy, and that you should be a good girl and work hard instead of slacking off.”

April couldn’t believe how much she wanted to be punished like this, to be stuck with an actual belly, she could just imagine getting to feel herself rubbing it, to actually feel her.. “What about the… the breasts.” she asked meekly.

“If you like having breasts that big I’m sure I can make sure that you will be filling those huge bras of your quite nicely.”

She couldn’t… she couldn’t actually be considering agreeing to this. To be stuck in a faux pregnancy forever? To actually have a big firm belly and huge tits that were real? The thought of getting to take off the heavy and restrictive suit but stay looking so big was turning her on in ways she didn’t even understand. She agreed without even thinking.

Two hours later April walked out of the school, her plump nipples visible through her bra, and her heavy belly hanging warmly over her. It was real, magic was real, her tits were real, and her belly was… real. There was no going back now, her life of parties and screwing around was over forever. She was going to look pregnant forever… just saying it made her wish she was at home with one of the toys she kept on hand. She reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it without realizing she was groping herself in public until her hand got wet. She looked down and saw large wet spots on her shirt as if she was… She was lactating. Her breasts were real and full of milk, just like an actual pregnant woman. She quickly got to her car as fast as she could manage with her huge belly, her face as embarrassed as it looked happy.