Misfire III

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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After managing to heave herself up to her feet, Katy distractedly grabbed the letterman jacket up from the back of Dean’s chair. She wrapped it around her shoulders, but it could barely cover her mounds, and the sensation of it pressing into her tense nipples was plain torture. She quavered and shuddered, barely managing to drag herself to the classroom door, the other students gawking at her as she fled the room.

She was panting heavily by the time she got home, tears of both pleasure and discomfort trailing down her cheeks. She reached up to finally pull the letterman jacket off from her around, when a voice interrupted.

“Katy?”

Katy froze in shock at the sight of her boyfriend. “B-Brad?” she stammered, desperately trying to close he jacket around her again.

Brad was gawking. There was no hiding her swollen new expanse of breast flesh, the tip of her right nipple protruding out from the jacket’s opening. Katy wanted to tuck it back in, but her fingers would hardly heed her commands. She was sensitive, overheated, and falling apart where she stood. “W-what are you d-doing here?” she managed.

“I wanted to surprise you,” said Brad, stepping closer as her peered at her. “What…Katy…oh my god.” He finally seemed to understand what he was seeing.

Katy groaned as a surge of warm pressure assaulted her. Ironically, it seemed to be all the stimulation that was triggering her. Vision blurring around the edges, Katy couldn’t take anymore. Her arms fell away from her chest, feeling like lead by then. Her two nipples peeked through, gently at first, both still dark and erect. They pushed away either side of the jacket, until both round breasts were bulging through the opening, bobbing with her heavy panting, nipples wiggling slightly. Said nipples were drooping from the sheer size of the distended nubs, but seemed to be steadily getting harder, from the base to the tip, until both were sticking out, like swords, pointing slightly away from each other. Surges of heat continued to assault her volleyball-sized mounds, which seemed to be tightening and plumpening with each assault of pressure. She gasped and cupped the underside of one of the mounds, which in turn pressed harder against her palm, fatty flesh squishing between her fingers.

“Hahhh…hahhhh…” Katy panted, as her nipples distended yet more, the base of each bulking with liquid, before the lumps rolled down each nipple, towards the tip. Katy shuddered and arched. “Nghhhhhh….ohh….” Katy groaned, as milk finally began to splash out from the tip of each one. She shuddered through a new surge of breast-growth, the mounds approaching the size basketballs.

Brad looked aghast. He blinked hard a few times, his mouth continuing to hang. Finally, he lightly shook his head, turned, and ran for the door, muttering obscenities. The door slammed shut behind him, and soon the wheels of his tires were squealing on the tarmac as his car hastily pulled off from the curb.

Katy’s cheeks burned in mortification. Her breasts quavered and began to produce two new plump lumps of milk. Her massive nipples were tensing, pushing forward in forceful pulses, each nub as thick as her wrist as the base and as thin as a coke cap at the tip. She dropped to her knees, and moaned at the accompanying sensation, to realize that the tips of her nipples were now brushing against the floor. She couldn’t imagine how she would be able to hide them. In fact, she could barely humor the notion.

Resigned and miserable, Katy dropped to her back on the rough carpeting. Against her better judgement, she reached out, and glided her finger over her tense right nipple. “Nnnghhhhhhhh…” she groaned, hips twitching and groin moistening. Taking several gasping breasts, she slowly closed her hand around the newfound appendage, and allowed the accompanying pulses of electricity to shoot from her stomach to her groin. Her free hand move towards her opening, her eyes fluttered, and her cheeks burned.