Amanda and Brian
Amanda cuddled her pillow in attempt to ease the aching of her encumbered tits but it was no use. Two damp spots deepened and spread across the floral pillow cases, but it didn’t offer her any relief. She was alone in her dorm room. Sunlight illuminated her saucy curves and the contours of her heavy breasts.
Her sandy blonde hair was messy and sprawled out across the pillow. She was 24 and with petite features except for her massive milk-bearing breasts. Tattoos of foxglove and peonies trailed up her arms.
She had thought those were painful but it turned out that having sore swollen breasts as far worse than getting a tattoo. The ache was constant and gradually intensified as milk stretched out her breasts every hour on the hour.
Being a surrogate mother had made a lot of dreams come true for Amanda. She was able to afford her own dorm room and avoid the roommate horror stories that had been circulating over the years. She didn’t have to work while finishing up school and instead was treated like a queen while she was pregnant.
What she hadn’t expected was to be saddled with a surplus of milk for months following childbirth. She delivered a certain amount of milk for the family every week but her breasts seems to fill up immediately after each pump. There was almost no relief and now her year of freedom had devolved into weeks of torment.
Amanda moaned into her pillow and her cat: diablo jumped onto her bed and rubbed his concerned fluffy head on her shin. She grunted and hoisted herself up. The essay wasn’t going to write itself and she still had to go to the library for research.
Her tits were bricks leaking heavily onto her chest. She had to change her t-shirt because it was soaked through. She decided on a baggy sweatshirt and leggings. She pulled on the sweatshirt but before she pulled it down over her round taught tits, she slapped on a couple of pad bandages to soak up the leaking milk while she was gone. She figured that it had to be more than enough for a few hours at the library.
Amanda waddled to the library with her tits leading the way. They were heaving back and forth which was painful but not nearly as bad as trying to restrain them in a bra. She had learned that the hard way.
The campus library was practically empty except for a few students by the entrance. They waved at her, but she could barely manage a smile quickly followed by a wince. She meandered through the aisles for the books she needed.
She found one but it was huge. Amanda lugged it to a table in the back corner of the library and opened it up. It smacked open on the cold polished surface and her tits slapped down on the edge of the open pages.
She whelped at the impact before sighing with relief at the weight of her breasts being supported by the desk. She lost herself in the pages, writing notes in her note book and having to readjust her tits every time she had to turn a page.
Amanda was almost able to distract herself from the incessant throb of her nipples when she looked down and noticed that the bottom of the book was wet.
She stared down at the soggy pages, shocked. She had soaked through the bandages in less than an hour. Hopelessness washed over her. How was she going to explain this to the librarian?
“Excuse me, Miss? Are you alright?”
Amanda looked up from the book, blinking tears from her eyes. It was a man in his thirties. He was dressed casual but wore glasses and a lanyard around his neck.
“Do you work here?” she barely managed to get the words out between sniffles.
“Yes. I was just stocking some books over there.” His smile was kind and concerned. He reached out his hand. “I’m Brian.”
Amanda shook his hand and returned the smile as much as she could.
“Amanda,” she said. “ I ummm… accidentally got the book wet… um… with milk. Do I need to pay for it?”
Brian looked a little baffled but shook his head.
“No, not at all,” he said. “But if you need some help, I could um help you.”
“Help? You mean checking out?” Amanda was beyond confused.
“Um, no. With those,” he said nodding down at her tits that were still leaking through her sweatshirt. Amanda was embarrassed that it was so evident.
“Help me, how?” Amanda’s eyes were wide and her heart rate was picking up. “Here, can I show you?” His face looked hopeful and hesitant as if afraid of what she would say.
“Um, sure, “ she said. Brian kneeled down beside the table and scooted her chair so that it was facing him.
He reached for her sweatshirt, pulling it up slowly. Amanda started to resist.
“Wait, we’ll get caught,” she said.
He shook his head.
“No one comes back here.” Before she could protest further, her sweatshirt was pulled up over her enormous tits, revealing the bandages strapped to her protruding nipples.
She expected him to be disgusted but instead, he peeled one off and smiled at her before planting a kiss on the dark nipple.
His tongue lapped below the nipple and she let out a “mnmnnn.” He was kneeling between her legs and holding her boob with both hands.
His fingers kneaded her tender skin and then he started to suck and her milk cascaded from her nipple almost with out warning. Amanda suppressed a groan as the milk splashed into his willing mouth.
Brian squeezed her tit from both sides and the milk splattered deeper down his throat. He looked up from his work and saw Amanda tilting her head back.
Amanda couldn’t believe she was letting a complete stranger drain her breasts, let alone in her campus library but the blissful sensation of release was taking over. Her breast was shrinking gradually in Brian’s large soft hands and the stubble on his chin grazed her skin as he nursed.
She leaned back into the chair and Brian knelt further forward, causing the milk that was left in her breast to sputter out of the nipple and drip down his chin.
He rubbed the nipple with his thumb and looked up at her. “ Better?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Thank you. Well you must be full. I can get the other one if my pump..” Brian had guzzled far more in one sitting than her pump would have in at least half the time. She had actually broken two pumps already because her tits were too massive and stockpiled for them.
Brian shook his head, already moving to her other tit. He very gingerly peeled the other bandage off but she still gasped as the adhesive pulled off of her tender skin.
He licked her nipple as if to apologize before latching on. She let out a moan as her nipple released a stubborn trickle across his sloppy tongue.
This time, Brian took her nipple far past his teeth and instead of squeezing the milk out with both hands , he worked her with his jaw.
Amanda groaned and he worked his jaw harder. This method pinched more than the other one but it caused her milk to flood his mouth in mere seconds. He gurgled and milk sputtered past his lips and across his cheeks and even on his glasses, but he didn’t stop.
Amanda’s cheeks were red and her thighs sweaty and slippery. The scent of her thick steamy milk was nauseating and enveloped them both.
His mouth detached and she let out a despairing cry before she could stop herself. When she looked down, she was flabbergasted. It looked like her boobs had shrunk from an F cup to a D cup in less than 20 minutes.
Brian had a sparkle in his eye as he gave her breasts one last kiss and stood up. Amanda could see his stiff cock through his jeans.
“I could um help you, if you want.” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.
Brian laughed a sweet laugh as he wiped her milk off his face onto his arm. Amanda tucked her tits bacm into her sweatshirt, marveling at hoe light they were.
“I would love nothing more, but I have to get back to work. The library closes in a couple hours if you want to stick around for round 2.” He wagged his eyebrows.
Amanda mumbled something unintelligible and he laughed again.
“Well, track me down later if you change your mind,” he said before disappearing among the shelves.
Amanda sighed. Her tits were finally empty for the first time in months, but she could already feel them getting heavier by the second with milk. She bit her lip as she considered her offer, resisting the urge to touch herself in the campus library.