Kompera

Turned VIII

Added 2020-10-31 03:30:43 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for varvi.

Six months passed and Erica had become the mother to a newborn named Samuel. Motherhood was quite the unexpected experience, though it wasn’t unpleasant. The true struggle Erica found herself dealing with were the constant hormone flares and unpredictable lactation. She had to be either nursing or pumping at least every hour to avoid a surplus of milk and a mess in her clothes.

To make the caretaking of their collective children a little easier, Erica and Stephanie had moved in together. And to make ends meet, both had gotten jobs at the local Whooters. The money they got for waitressing wasn’t much, but the tips were extremely generous and more than covered their expenses.

“The uniform seems skankier every time I see it,” Erica complained one day in the changing room of Whooters as she and Stephanie got ready for their shifts. She grimaced as she eased her breasts into her push-up bra, which was proving a little tight that day, the material pinching into her flesh.

“Heh. You kind of get used to it,” said Stephanie with a shrug as she tugged up her incredibly short skirt and slid into the accompanying low-cut top.

The two finished getting dressed and headed out to work. For the first hour or two, it proved to be a pleasantly mundane shift for Erica. She took quick bathroom breaks whenever she could to pump, though her boss hardly minded. The restaurant had fallen quiet following the lunch rush, and the few patrons present were peaceable. Erica hadn’t even gotten groped yet that day. She was just scribbling down another order on her notepad, when she heard a piercing noise that made her body go rigid.

A baby crying.

Erica’s face reddened and her breasts tingled. She felt her nipples begin to sting, and seep right into her crisp, clean uniform. Before things could get out of control, she dropped the notepad and hurried off, her customers looking at her in confusion. She ran into the employee bathroom and leaned heavily on the door, fingers scrabbling with her top, pulling it up, shoving the bra down, and exposing her breasts to the cool air, allowing them to drip freely as she gasped for breath and tried to get her hormones to calm down.

She gazed down at herself uneasily. Though much of her body had reverted to her pre-pregnancy state, her breasts had only surged with growth. They were incredibly round and fat, and really protruded from her chest. She watched them wobble slightly with each time they heaved against her lungs. “God,” Erica groaned, going to rummage in her cubby for her pump.

After another hasty round of milking herself, she gingerly made her way out of the bathroom, but almost ended up hitting a passerby with the door.

“I’m so sorry,” Erica started, looking up from a broad, masculine chest, to spot a familiar face. She blinked. “Paul?”

“Shit, Eric, is that you?” said Paul, in clear shock. “Wow, you’re still—well, you look great!” he said.

“Er, thanks. It’s Erica now,” Erica said, feeling her cheeks burn.

“So you’re really embracing it…” Paul said. His eyes were pinned to her breasts. Evidently, he had noticed the growth. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” said Erica, opting to believe the “wow” was attached to his prior statement and not just commentary on her tits. Her face was still hot for some reason, as were her arms and chest, in a sensation that was rapidly spreading to her groin.

“It’s suiting,” Paul continued. “I would have never known. You actually look better like this. Just…gorgeous,” said Paul, finally raising his gaze to meet her eyes again.

Erica felt yet hotter. She knew the hormones were taking over, but she struggled to fight them.

Then Paul was touching her arm, and the sensation was heavenly. “You okay?” he said distantly. She felt her eyes flutter.

“Listen,” said Paul. “This might come off as random, but can I take you out for a drink somet…”

Paul didn’t get to finish his sentence because suddenly Erica was shoving him backwards and into the bathroom behind them. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what she wanted. Soon they were kissing roughly and desperately, all while frantically undressing each other, shoving their clothes to the floor, and nipping at every inch of skin that was exposed. Erica mentally begged herself to stop, but the arousal was just too much, she couldn’t fight it. The hormones had completely taken over. Soon she was sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around Paul’s waist, grunting as he thrusted roughly into her. And it was almost worth it, if just at that moment.

Two weeks later, Erica sat at home in her bathroom. She stared blankly down at the pregnancy test gripped in her hand. As expected, it was positive.