Her tits were respectable, at least, considering her slender frame. She’d never really been self-conscious or wanted to change them, until she met a guy online. He was an older gentleman who promised to take care of her, if she’d submit to his project and desires. Of course, she was skeptical, but she did her own investigating into his previous research and everything checked out. When he told her what he really wanted, she almost laughed, but it was relatively innocent, so she agreed.
A couple month later, her boobs had grown to M cups and she was producing several liters of milk a day. She sent a snap chat out to her friends, just so they knew she was ok after hardly hearing from her all this time. Needless to say, they were astonished. She led them all to believe that the straps on the outside were to help hold them up. That was half true. The full truth was that there was a lock on the back and only Master had the key. He couldn’t have her wasting any of his precious milk and if he let her, she’d suckle from her own tits all day long. They were getting pretty full by now. That bra was quite constricting and she could feel them becoming more engorged by the second. It was both arousing and painful. She also wasn’t allowed to masturbate. If she wanted to cum, she needed his permission. All kinds of desperation built within her all at once. She could only hope he’d be home soon. It wouldn’t be much longer before milk started soaking through her dress, or her pussy leaked through her panties, and he would punish her if she made a mess… maybe all the more reason.
