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You used to be embarrassed and frustrated by your shirts getting permanently stretched out and ruined breasts continuing to grow. Then, somewhere around an F-cup, a switch flipped inside your mind and now a ruined top is both a point of pride and a perfect way to show off.
Boob competition, where there are these categories for photo submission requirements:
1. Wet & Dirty:
2. Sports bra
3. Tight Shirt, But No Bra
4. Tiny Bra
5. Bare
Like this a good selection of categories for showcasing how nice your boobs are. Thoughts?
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Hello borby I was wondering out of all the smut stories you've written which one is your favorite?
Probably my (typo-riddled) new one, The News. It's been in my drafts for quite some time, but more so stuck in my head for much longer.
Which one is yours?
What do you mean you don't have boobs?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I hope this means everything writing-wise has been convincing?
You are woken up in the middle of the night by your partner eagerly sucking on your breast. They insist on having milk to help them sleep, so you offer your other breast as well.
You sighed, picking out another shirt to change into before bed. It had been months since you weaned your baby off breastmilk, but your boobs didn't seem to care. They seemed to produce milk as though you had never stopped feeding the kid in the first place. In fact, due to the constant feeling of being engorged, your already rather large breasts had swollen to nearly double the size you had been at your biggest.
And, now that you weren't pumping anymore, meant your breasts constantly leaked through your shirt. You had read all there was available online about curbing milk production and tried every trick in the book with little results.
The only thing that did any good was sleep.
You would go to sleep with massive, throbbing mammaries that leaked for ages, but when you woke up, your boobs were a manageable size and wouldn't leak for at least four hours.
"I just don't get it," you told your husband, pulling a shirt over your head. Unsurprisingly, the tight shirt got stuck around your swollen breasts and caused a thin shot of milk to spurt out from pressing against it. Yet another shirt your engorgement had sized you out of.
Your husband just admired you from the bed. "Maybe you're just... meant to make milk."
His voice had nearly growled the word.
I spun around, my massive mammaries swinging and stopping with a bounce. "Have you been... drinking my breast milk at night?"
He looked guilty as hell, and my nipples hardened at the thought. I sat down beside him on the bed. "Really?"
"I can't help myself..."
It was nearly a whimper. My glands throbbed, reminding me what tome it was. Ordinarily, I woukd be asleep now, and...
I pulled my shirt up, letting both breasts drop. My super pink nipples squirted a hello as the weight of my milk can crashing down.
"Well... get to it then."
Like an obedient pup, my husband nodded. He got off the bed and onto his knees, lowering himself below my engorged breasts. The moment his lips had contact, there was instant relief. He tugged on my nipple in his mouth, plating with the fatty meat of my teat in his teeth.
I pressed him closer, snaking my hand through his hair with one hand and reaching into his boxers with the other.
Milk me, and I'll milk you.
The News
When Mori came downstairs, I was rocked off my socks to be able to see her nipples through her shirt. Sure, it was her own home and she could wear what she wanted, but damn. And she was already a pretty busty girl, made even bigger by the fact that she had had a baby only four months ago. Four months straight of her boobs getting engorged; she was positively oozing "fuck me" hormones too, not to mention the milk.
Oh god, the miiiiilk.
Lately, it seemed like she had needed to either feed the baby or pump, either by her electric one, or by hand if she had drained the battery on it yet again. And if she hadn't recently had a feed from the baby or done a pump session, her shirt was soaked.
It was fucking hot, and hooking up with her had only been logical.
Yet her brother Cal, who was sitting on the couch in the same room at the moment... didn't know. I mean, why would I have told him?
Fuck I should have told him... He's her older brother. I'm his best friend. He didn't need to know, right?
Mori cleared her throat. "Umm, Andrew?"
I had to tear my gaze away from her swollen udders, fat nipples visibly poking through a tank top that was WAY too small for her.
Hnnnng. "Y-Y-Yeah?"
"I have to talk to you about something."
Normally I would be good. Talking's great, love to talk. But Cal glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow cocked. If he was going to find out that I fucked his younger sister, I would rather this not be the way.
"Can we talk privately?" I asked.
That was the wrong thing to say, jesus.
Cal leapt up from the sofa. "Why do you two need to talk privately?" Valid question. I hadn't really ever hung out with her before or expressed interest to his knowledge. Or even said more than a few words to her.
Just apparently fucked her...
Mori put her hands on her hips. The action caused her braless breasts to sway, heavy with milk. A droplet of it bloomed and darkened her shirt, soaking the one side.
Fuck, she's... so full...
"Fine. I'll say it in front of the both of you. I went for my doctor's appointment today. My milk supply suddenly doubled and the doctors weren't sure why. They thought it was the birth control I went on..."
Fuck.
I knew where this was going. Mori was knocked up, and Cal was going to murder me.
"Now my boobs have gotten so big, it hurts to wear a fucking bra... my back aches, and my milk supply is fucking ridiculous. Oh, and my OB is mad at me! Based on the scan I had, I not only couldn't wait the six weeks after giving birth, I barely made it to four weeks. Four weeks postpartum, and I got pregnant."
There was a logn silence. The more it went on, the more dead I was gunna be.
"You fucked my sister?!"
Liked to talk, eh? Where were my words now? Fuck. "Look, I was gunna--I was thinking of how to tell you--"
Cal's cheeks flared with anger. "And you got her pregnant?"
Knowing Mori was pregnant because I came in her was an odd turn on I hadn't really thought about. That she had my seed in her. And that it had caused her hormones to spike like that... That she was frequently horny and fertile--so much so that her tits had gotten fucking massive... That she would constantly have milk on tap...
Maybe she'd let me drink from her.
The straying thoughts made my cock hard, but I wasn't exactly in a position where I wanted my dick showing.
"That's my sister!" Cal hissed. "If anyone should be banging her, it's--" He stopped dead in his tracks. If I didn't know any better...
Yeah, now that I thought about it, Cal stared at his sister's tits a lot. I mean, I couldn't blame him, but still.
Mori took a step back from him. "O-Oh..." Her nipples hardened and her cheeks rouged when she realized I was at full mast. She bit her lip and looked at me, the veins on her breasts getting darker.
Doe eyed, but fucking horny. And full of milk...
What I wouldn't give to lower myself under her massive mammaries, gently rub them to give her relief as she empties her over-supply into my mouth. I'd suckle every drop, pulling and tugging at her fat juicy nipples. Maybe nibble them a bit as her warm milk filled my mouth.
With both breasts now leaking a steady stream through her shirt, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. Each sway of her broad hips made her nipples wobble.
How could I not follow her? She was, after all, leading me to her bedroom. Of course she was horny.
But so was I.
She was fucking pregnant. I had made her moan that night, and made her mine. My seed was in her belly, ballooning her boobs, telling her to make enough to milk to feeding an orphanage. She was on birth control, and my cum fucking dominated against it.
Fuck.
The pinkness of her nipples through the stretched-see-through shirt was driving me absolutely bonkers. I needed to cum in her again, and soon.
She had barely shut the door before I gently pressed my cock against the back of her leg. It throbbed when it made contact with her.
I expected to have to ask, but she moaned, making my dick positively drip with precum. She waddled over to the bed and knelt on it. Her lips were visible through her tight spandex shorts that now had a damp spot.
Was she even wearing underwear?
Fuck, she was super horny.
She yanked her shorts down, proving my suspicions right. Through her legs, I coukd see the bottoms of her bare breasts; the tank top she wore hadn't managed to cover all of her womanhood. With her nipples exposed, it reminded me even more of milk-heavy udders.
I shoved my cock deep inside her and she let out an aroused cry. It drove me, and I pumped her harder. Faster. Her tits were bouncing, taking turns hitting the pillow in front of her and squirting milk.
"I just thought of something..."
"Yeah?" It was basically a moan from her.
"You're going to be extremely pregnant by the time your mat leave is finished..."
"Yeah."
"I'm gunna... keep doing that." She moaned as I kept pumping her. "I'm probably going to have to keep you pregnant, Missy."
She rounded her hips in reply, making my cock rubs deep, pleasurable parts of her. It nearly made my eyes roll back.
As if she coukd read my mind, Mori cried out. "Andrew... Please... hnnng... cum inside me... I'm begging you..."
I willingly obliged, filling my conquered woman with more of my hot seed. I pushed more and more into her with every thrust. My cock was still hard when I pulled out, and it dripped with both our fluids.
Then I gently flipped her over onto her back. Her breasts were jiggling mountains that cast shadows on her face. Her top had dropped her heavy tits out, and laid up above them.
I laid down next to her and pulled at one of her nipples. A spout of milk spattered on my cheek and lips.
Poor girl needed to be drained. Shoving the same nipple into my mouth, my tongue was instantly bathed in the sweet, warm milk. Her other breast, I massaged, letting my thumb brush firmly against her engorged ducts. It soaked my hair, but I didn't mind
Well, now there was an idea... a milk bath... as I gulped and gulped her down, I knew she would have enough if I asked for it. Butter made from her breastmilk. Only breastmilk in my coffee.
Fuck.
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The Baby Shower - Part One
I was only eight weeks along; not very far when you consider how long I'd be pregnant for total. But I was already trying to side the sudden changes to my body, when my sister begged to host a baby shower.
It was hard to say no to Kerry already, and moreover, I could use all the help I could get. This baby couldn't have come at a worse time; I was about to start my first job.
I arrived at my gracious host's house the night before the baby shower. Everyone knew I was pregnant, but no one had seen me since finding out. I had tried to cover myself as much as possible in baggy clothes and postured to hide the new changes.
Kerry greeted me at the door. "Oh Sabrina! Come on in sweetie!"
At 28, my sister had her life and house together. Clean. I walked into the living room to find a few people mingling.
Kerry's kids. A few of my friends. Mom. And supervising the young kids were Kerry's husband Aaron and his best friend Quinn.
My heart sunk so goddamn low.
Does he know it's his?
I tried to push away the thought, just as a twinge of pain shot through my breasts.
No one else could know. I didn't really want them to, either; he was nine years older than me.
Quinn...
Another twinge. Lighter this time, but made my boobs ache. A new symptom of this horror show.
"Let me take your coat." Kerry offered a hand out and waited.
Begrudgingly, I removed my coat. If Quinn had the gall to show up here for my baby shower, he could at least be witness to what this pregnancy had done to me.
Though the room was full of people, it was his face I searched for as everyone laid eyes on me.
I'm sure everyone had expected I would put on a little weight. But I knew they had anticipated it going to my belly. Instead...
"Sabrina!" Mom barked with anger. "Is this why you've been avoiding everyone? You got a boob job!"
My face felt like it was melting. I looked down at my engorged breasts and wanted to cry. "No, Mom..."
Her face paled upon realization just as the first sob took over me. Wiping back at tears, I ran upstairs. My boobs threatened to pop out of my shirt with every step I took. Ducking into the first bedroom, I closed and locked the door.
How had my hormones betray me like this? And this was only eight weeks? Of sixty-two?! Was that even right? Fuck. I was SO not ready to be a mom.
My heart jumped into my throat. I was seconds away from a full-blown anxiety attack when there was a gentle knock at the door.
"Go away, Kerry!" I sobbed.
A man cleared his throat from the other side of the door. "It's uhh... me, actually."
My shirt felt so much fucking tighter around my nipples as I drank up Quinn's timbre. Even half erect, they were still visible through my shirt.
Fuck, I can't unlock the door with my nipples showing!
Or... could I?
His face when I had taken my coat off... mouth dropped open, and pupils ridiculously dilated... I wouldn't have been surprised if he had to adjust himself before anyone noticed.
And he was just... here? Checking in on me?
"You don't have to be embarrassed, you know."
And now there was going to be a pep talk?
Good qualities to have in the father of your baby... The thought made my breasts feel even fuller. Loves his wife, wants to bone her, but also supportive...
What the hell was I thinking?
"Everyone knows pregnancy does things to your body. You just got incredibly--"
"--Unlucky?"
Quinn's quiet laugh sent a shiver of pleasure through me. "I was going to say incredibly lucky."
"You're nuts. How? How am I lucky?"
"If I can come in, I'll tell you."
Fuck, he was smooth. I couldn't help but smile despite the teasing in his tone.
I opened the door and watched his reaction. I could tell he was trying his best to not look at my massive mammaries, but instinct kicked in. And for as embarrassing it had been when everyone was in the room, I didn't feel half as embarrassed knowing his gaze was on them.
I wanted him to look. To see... to feel... to... taste...
My shirt felt incredibly uncomfortable. Way too tight. Were these things growing whenever I was aroused?
For fuck's sake, why not.
"So," I said glumly. "Why lucky?"
Quinn smiled. "Fir one thing, our baby will never be hungry." He reached both hands out, cupping my breasts from beneath and lifting them gently and slowly.
Our. He said Our.
He continued the relieving motion of weighing them, but a sudden feeling of pleasure racked through my engorged chest. My nipples roused again, swelling through my shirt and attracting Quinn's attention.
"For another, I won't either."
The front of my shirt started to tear. My boobs begged for attention, and Quinn delivered.
Biting his lip, he ran both thumbs over my nipples. They bounced and wobbled despite the tightness of my shirt. My body ached for more; my undies were getting wetter by the second.
"Sabrina, I need you to know... You are so... unbelievably hot when you're knocked up." Quinn smiled mischievously as he gently massaged my breasts. His fingers pushed into the glands, and I couldn't hold back the moan that came from me.
Oh fuck. My breasts were so sensitive...
Quinn snickered. "And already lactating at eight weeks..."
Guilty.
"How much do you make? You look pretty damn full..."
Boy, was I ever. I looked down at my boobs, still being fondled by him. The sleeves of his shirt were smattered with pools and beads of breastmilk. My shirt was absolutely soaked.
And I still felt so full.
Quinn must have realized it. The mischief was gone from his eyes, replaced with gentle and supportive. "Did you... want me to get your pump?"
"I dont have--"
"I got you the one off your registry."
"Wow."
"Or..."
Or? What did Or mean? Did he mean...? My breasts throbbed, expanding the tear in my shirt.
Quinn sat me on the bed, then knelt in front of me. "May I?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
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Stay tuned for Part Two!
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