"Um, honey? You might want to pull that shirt up, I think you're just about to spring a leak." Pam had just enough time to react to Nick's words and yank her sweatshirt up and away from her swollen tits before the dull ache in her nipples suddenly shifted into a helpless release and a thin spray of breast milk began to dribble onto the kitchen floor. She whimpered and blushed, mortified both by the forced exposure and the clear, obvious inability to control her bodily functions, but even though she was holding the pump in her hands Pam's overwhelmed brain couldn't quite make herself do anything with it. She just stood there, a tiny spray of creamy fluid spurting out in a thin jet, completely overwhelmed by what was happening to her.
Because that was the thing--she wasn't stupid, despite the appearance she was presenting right now as a big-titted blonde with a look of slack-jawed amazement on her face and milk drooling from her ample breasts. Pam fully understood that Nick didn't have just some kind of weird talent for predicting lactation episodes like some kind of unholy fucking boob whisperer. No, he'd somehow done something to his roommate's brain, something that actually translated itself into a physical effect on her actual body, and every time he told her she was going to start leaking milk it genuinely happened. And that seemed so impossibly terrifying and terrifyingly impossible that Pam's brain just locked up trying to think about it.
Or maybe her brain just… locked up, and she only thought it was something to do with shock and surprise thanks to whatever Nick was doing to make the milk gush out of her titties whenever he wanted. Because when he walked up to her, taking the pump from her unresisting fingers and purring, "Need a little help, hon?" in a tone of poisonously sweet sympathy that struck right at the core of Pam's identity and made her feel even more weak and helpless and dependent on her man, Pam couldn't make herself do anything more than nod meekly and gaze at him with simpering eyes. Like a cow that just needed the pressure in its heavy udders released. It was embarrassing, but it also turned Pam on so, so much.
It wasn't even just the physical stimulation, although Pam had to admit that she always got horny every time Nick pumped the milk from her titties. No, it was that sensation of dependence, that feeling of fluttery, dazed uselessness that always seemed to settle onto her mind at moments like this and left her totally reliant on Nick to take care of her little problem. That feeling of helplessness made her cunt throb with arousal, and even though Nick was almost maliciously respectful of the boundaries she'd laid down when they first moved in together she couldn't help wishing there wasn't a rule against getting romantically involved with each other. Because god, did she absolutely ache to ride his cock every time she got like this.
And she was getting like this more and more often. The more he helped her pump, the more milk her breasts made, and the more milk she produced the more he needed to help her pump. It was embarrassing, humiliating, degrading and objectifying, but worse than the actual event was the condescending kindness Nick showed Pam whenever it happened. He was treating her like a dumb animal, unable to control herself and constantly in need of his assistance… and Pam's cunt throbbed again as she realized she was beginning to enjoy her state of helpless dependency.
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