Ethan and Allison
Ethan noticed it first. A small pool of wetness collecting on Allison’s chest, right where her nipple would be. She was talking in between bites of her food, and it was clear she hadn’t noticed. He tried not to stare, but the wetness only grew more, creating a dark spot on her blue dress. Part of him wanted to mention it, but it felt so awkward to do so. It was only their third date, after all, and he was very interested in her. She was a beautiful woman, and he had been so excited when she had agreed to go to dinner with him.
Eventually, though, she happened to glance down at her chest, and her eyes widened in shock and horror. “Oh my God,” she said, quickly taking a napkin to hide her chest. “I am so sorry.”
“No, no,” he said. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay—uh—ah—are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s—it’s just—“ she stood up. “Let me just go to the bathroom really quick. I’ll be right back.”
She went off, quickly heading to the back of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. Ethan was very confused. He took out his phone and started googling. Girls chest leaking. The results came up with information about breasts leaking during breastfeeding. He scrolled through, even more confused. Was Allison pregnant? Did she have a baby that she didn’t tell him about? He was still scrolling through the search results when Allison came back.
“Sorry,” she said in a mumble, sitting back down at the table. Her eyes looked a bit red as if she had been crying.
“It’s all right,” he said. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “God, this is so embarrassing. I bet you are so grossed out.”
“No, no,” he said. “I’m just concerned. If you don’t mind me asking…what was that?”
She shook her head. “It’s disgusting. You don’t want to know.”
“Try me,” he said, trying to be reassuring. “The human body does all sorts of weird stuff. And it would take a lot for me to stop being interested in you.”
She smiled back and let out a deep sigh. “It’s this thing that’s been happening for the past year,” she said. “I’ve been…lactating.”
Ethan’s eyes widened slightly. “Are you pregnant or something?”
“No,” she said. “And I didn’t have a child recently. The doctor isn’t exactly sure what’s going on.”
“Are you sure it’s milk and not something else?”
She nodded. “It’s definitely breastmilk,” she said. “I’m a medical anomaly. A freak, basically.” “I don’t think you’re a freak,” said Ethan, reaching over to put his hand on hers. “So you have a leak every once in a while. You’re still beautiful.”
Allison smiled. “You’re sweet,” she said. “Well, now you know why I’m shy about any bedroom stuff. I was terrified that I would have a leak accident and completely gross you out.”
Ethan glanced at her chest, where there was still a small stain. The image of what her ample bosom would look like naked popped into his head, and he realized that it wouldn’t even bother him if there were a few trickles of milk coming from her nipples. In fact, the idea sent of a rush of excitement through him.
They left the restaurant and Ethan pulled his phone out to call an Uber. “So,” he said, slowly. “I feel that the night is still young. You want to come hang out at my place?”
He caught her gaze. Based on her expression, it looked like she really wanted to. But instead she said, “Actually, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow morning,” she said. “And I should probably get to bed early.”
“Oh,” he said. “All right, no problem.”
“I’m so sorry again for being so gross,” she said.
“Hey,” he said, putting his hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about that. Seriously. It’s no big deal. I’ve already forgotten about it.” But in truth, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head. He had been having fantasies about Allison since he first saw photos of her when they matched on Tinder. She was beautiful, dark-haired, and relatively thin. Her breasts were what really drew him in. He had never been a woman who had anything higher than a B cup, and he found those quite boring when it came to the bedroom. Allison, however, had an incredible rack. Even though she wore dresses that didn’t show cleavage, they would bounce with each step, and every time she laughed. Ethan didn’t know much about bra sizes, but he had a feeling that the bras Allison got were not the tiny cute ones that some of his ex-girlfriends would wear. Allison had proper jugs.
This new revelation explained why Allison was so different in person. In between dates, they would spend a lot of time texting, and sometimes they would turn a bit raunchy. On more than one occasion, she had sent him photos of her in her lingerie—her massive tits on display. When they met in person, she would politely refuse to come over to his place, as if she didn’t want things to escalate to anything physical. Now he understood why. She was embarrassed about her condition. Once he got home after the date, his mind filled with fantasies of Allison and what he would do if he had the opportunity to get her in bed. Strangely, his mind didn’t immediately think about sex; it was more focused on her breasts. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to squeeze them and watch the milk come out. It was a curiosity that remained fixated in his mind.
It was clear that Allison was guarded—as if the leaking incident made her nervous around Ethan. They went on two more dates, one of them being a longer one where they spend the entire day together going around time. Towards the end of the afternoon, Ethan got an idea.
“Hey, why won’t you come over and I can cook us both dinner? We can go pick up some groceries.”
Allison hesitated, but, after a small pause, she said, “Sure. That sounds fun.”
They went to the grocery store to pick up some food, but it was apparent that Allison was uncomfortable. When they got back to his place, he did his best to put her mind at ease—but even after a glass of wine, it was clear that there was something wrong. She was sitting on the couch in a strange position as if she was trying to hide her chest.
“Are you all right?” he asked, coming in from the kitchen where he had just put the chicken in the oven.
She nodded half-heartedly. “Sort of,” she said.
“What’s going on?” he asked, sitting next to her.
“Well, do you remember my lactating problem? Sometimes, I get really full, and it gets kind of uncomfortable.”
“Full?” he asked, looking at her breasts. “What do you mean? Like full of milk?”
She nodded, pressing a hand to her chest. “It gets a little painful because I need to pump it out. But it takes a while.”
“Oh,” he said. “Well, you can do whatever you need to do. However long it takes—it’s okay.”
“There’s just one problem,” she said. “I forgot the pump at home. I didn’t realize it until we got here. And I didn’t want to be rude and just leave randomly…” She was starting to look very upset.
“I understand if you need to leave,” he said, glancing at the kitchen. “Unless there’s something I can do to help.”
“Only if you’d be willing to suckle me,” she said with a laugh.
Ethan’s eyes widened, and he sputtered out a nervous laugh.
“I’m joking,” said Allison. “I think I’ll just have to go home.”
“Wait,” he said, putting a hand on her knee. “I wouldn’t mind doing that.”
“Seriously,” said Ethan. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
“You wouldn’t find that weird? I mean, never mind the fact that we’ve only known each other for like a month and a half.”
He shrugged. “I like you a lot, and I want to help you.”
“All right,” said Allison, unbuttoning the front of her dress. “But feel free to stop at any moment if it weirds you out. Maybe you can close your eyes, so you don’t have to look.”
“No, no,” said Ethan. “I think I can handle it.”
Slowly, Allison pulled open the front of her dress, revealing her white breasts bulging out of her black bra. Ethan’s jaw dropped.
“They’re really swollen,” she said shyly. “This is how they get if I don’t do anything about it for a few hours.”
“That does look like it hurts,” said Ethan, excitement running through his veins.
“It does,” she said. “And I’ve got to wear a nursing bra all the time.” Allison pulled back the fabric of her left cup, and her nipple fell out. Ethan had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a moan. All he wanted to do was clamp his lips around her nipple and begin sucking. It was pink and puffy and perfect.
“What size are you?” he asked. “They look like they don’t fit.”
“Usually, I’m a D cup,” she said. “But whenever I get filled up like this, I go up a cup.”
“Oh, I see,” said Ethan, feeling as if he was in a trance.
“All right, well, I guess you’ll have to lie down on your back,” said Allison. “And put your head on my lap.”
Ethan did as he was told, getting onto his back and nestling his head onto her lap. Her breast was directly above his face, and his heart was pumping.
“So, I’m not sure the best way to handle this,” she said. “To make it not hurt, you’ll have to get a big mouthful of my breast. You’ll have to try and get my nipple as far back into your mouth as you can.”
“I’ll try,” said Ethan. He opened his mouth wide, and Allison dipped her breast into his mouth. It was soft and billowy, like a marshmallow. He could feel the nipple pressing against the roof of his mouth. He put his lips around it, almost instinctively, taking in a large amount of breast into his mouth. He began to suck, and, quite immediately, a warm, sweet liquid started to flow out of Allison, filling up Ethan’s mouth.
Allison moaned in relief as she emptied herself into Ethan’s mouth. “Oh, that feels amazing,” she said, her hand running through Ethan’s hair. “I needed this so badly.”
Ethan didn’t answer, his mouth too filled with breast as he kept taking in her liquid. He was blown away by how incredible it tasted. He brought his hand up to her breast, curving his hand around it. It could hardly fit in his palm, and he squeezed it down to release even more of her milk into his mouth.
“Is this okay?” asked Allison. “It doesn’t taste weird, does it?”
Ethan shook his head. He was in complete bliss. Allison felt just as good—Ethan’s mouth and tongue felt so much better than everything she’s used to pump. Pleasure coursed through her as Ethan expertly relieved her of all the pressure that had built up.
“Can you do the other one too?” she asked in a whisper.
Ethan pulled his mouth away, catching a few droplets with a lick of his tongue. “Yes,” he breathed out. “Please.”
Allison undid the other side of her nursing bra, taking out her other nipple. Ethan moved into position and eagerly opened his mouth to take in her breast again. They moaned in pleasure together—Ethan kept his hand gripped on her breast, and Allison ran her hand through his hair, leaving small kisses of gratitude on his forehead.
When they had finished, Allison put her bra back together and Ethan got up, feeling milk-drunk and lusting for Allison. Allison gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m so happy that you could help me.”
“Whenever you need my help,” said Ethan. “I’ll be here for you.”