Self-Induced (12 Parts)

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

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1.

Janet didn’t know what she was doing.

She had kind of just been…acting on impulse…for the past several weeks. It just felt good, and…well, she was quite enjoying things.

It had started with her sister’s lactation cookies. Tonya had left a whole bag of them at Janet’s house after visiting with the baby one weekend. Janet had tried one, finding it to be delicious. She continued to eat the cookies—the whole bag in fact—even though she was fully aware of the potential consequences. It wasn’t as though she cared. She had actually found it really intriguing how her sister’s body was now capable of producing actual food for her baby.

In just a day or two, Janet’s figure began to change. Her previously flat chest was now bloated and warm. She touched her nipples and found herself wincing, yet continued to play with them, trying to provoke a reaction.

Janet went to the maternity store nearby her house and bought another bag of the lactation cookies.

Things proceeded that way over time. She would eat and swell as her nipples ached and her hands massaged. She would palm at her breasts and squeeze her nipples, encouraging the growing heat and heavinesss. Was there really milk in there? It took Janet several days of tugging and squeezing, until one of her nipples produced its first droplet of fluid.

Janet made sure to catch it on her fingertip and bring it to her lips, to taste it. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, finding this whole thing to be miraculous. Just in her spare time, she had trained her body to make food. Janet looked down at her chest, at the perky C-cups sitting there. They were so round with engorgement, there was no need for a bra to support them. And yet the tightness was uncomfortable. A little more growth would do her good. If they could grow larger and softer and descend a bit, that would surely be more comfortable. And Janet knew how.

It became a ritual. A habit, even. She was touching herself constantly, stimulating her flesh, and encouraging the production of milk. Once she almost groped herself at work, in front of colleagues, but she managed to catch herself at the last minute and instead smooth down her blazer with her hands. Her breasts had become the focal point of her life. They were the default place for her palms and she was touching them constantly. She enjoyed the sensation of fullness and heat accumulating there. As they swelled, so did her sensitivity.

She started to leak even without provoking. Her nipples would drip persistently, so Janet started to stuff tissues into her tops. During another cookie run to the maternity shop, she picked up some specialty nursing bras with padded inserts, before making her way home.

Janet’s breasts were already up to DDs. She had fallen into the habit of milking herself, squeezing her nipples, enjoying the way the milk just squirted out. She tried her best not to waste a drop, always aiming for the large bowl she set down in front of her. Her milk had only gotten thicker, sweeter, and creamier since she had originally released that first droplet. She had grown to positively love the taste of it. With the amount she was drinking, she half suspected she was addicted.

Janet groaned as she squeezed her nipples again even after she had managed to empty out both breasts. By then she had researched all the ways to increase her milk volume. Milking herself even after she was drained was a sure fire way to fill her up, her body responding to the needs of a potential baby by producing milk at greater speed and in greater volume.

Janet loved growing and seeing herself full. She loved the way men looked at her now, her colleagues sometimes staring, astonished by her rapid development.

Additionally, she was hungry. Her hunger for her milk never seemed to cease. As much as she was producing now, it still wasn’t enough to sate her. But it was alright. Janet knew how to make more.

-

“Ohhhh…” Janet groaned as she got home from work one day a few weeks later.

Her face was flushed, blouse straining against the round EEE-cups on her chest, her nipples swollen and aching for release.

She had managed to pump herself in a bathroom stall mid-day at work, but it had only taken a few hours to become fully engorged again. She had been struggling to hold it in. She didn’t want to waste a drop.

Janet made her way inside, breathing thinly as she dumped her purse on the ground by the entry. Her fingers fumbled to unbutton her straining top. She whined as her hot flesh was released and she made her way to the living room couch as she gently shoved down her maternity bra.

Janet sat down and fumbled with her breast pumps, cursing as the tubing disconnected from one of the suction cups. She tried to reattach it, but the motion of bending forward was just too much for her engorged flesh. Her left nipple started squirting forcefully. Janet released a cry of protest, and before she even registered it, she had managed to grab hold of her breast and shove her nipple into her mouth as she sucked greedily.

Oh…god… Her body pulsed with heat and pleasure. She was suckling herself directly. When had her breasts gotten to be big enough for her to drink directly from her own nipple!?

And it was amazing. The pleasure, the sweetness, the surges of warm, creamy milk pulled directly from the source.

Janet moaned as she drank eagerly. Her body shivered from the sensation but that didn’t slow her down.

2.

Janet’s diet devolved almost entirely to those delicious lactation cookies as well as the milk her own body was producing. She was snacking on the cookies constantly, sometimes slapping away the hands of friends or colleagues who wanted to snag one of the tasty morsels. And her milk had only gotten more delicious. It was easily the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted.

Things had become so overwhelmingly good, she could hardly focus on anything else anymore. Not her friends, not her family, and certainly not her call center job.

One day, Janet was summoned for a sit-down with her boss.

Mr. White was seated behind his desk waving a piece of paper while pointing at something red on it. Janet was vaguely aware that she was being reprimanded. She had done something wrong, maybe during one of her calls. Yet this all seemed so insignificant and pointless. She bit her lip, her cheeks warm.

God, she was hungry.

She tried her best to focus, though her own body was posing as a significant distraction. She was just so full; full of milk. Her breasts had only gotten bigger and fuller, each the size of a honeydew as they strained the stretchy blouse she had on.

Sometimes her boss’s gaze would flicker down to her cleavage. Janet knew her neckline was too generous for the workplace, but she was always so hot these days. Heavy and hot, full and tight.

“Do you understand?” Mr. White asked one more time as he again pointed at the form he had been flailing around.

Janet nodded mechanically. “I sure do,” she said breathlessly as she wiped some sweat off her brow.

“Great.” He straightened in his seat. Again, his eyes flickered downwards. “Keep up the good work.”

Janet’s breasts wobbled as she stood.

Her lips twisted to one side, her eyelids fluttering as her blouse slid and pulled on her swollen, sensitive nipples. Her breathing shuddered as she tried to get a hold of herself. Her fingers twitched but refrained from cupping her swollen flesh.

It was almost lunch time. She was tight and oversaturated, nipples aching for release. Yet she did her best to hold it all in. It wouldn’t do to make a mess.

Mr. White swallowed. “Is everything…alright, Janet?” he inquired.

She winced a little, her skin prickling. The mounds felt as though they were pulsating, her top truly straining. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. “F-fine,” she managed as she walked towards the door. “Thank you.” And she left.

It seemed she was going to have to take an early lunch break. Janet knew she was already on thin ice at work, but this was somehow more important.

Within moments, she found herself locked in a bathroom stall, sitting on the covered toilet seat, clutching one of her plump, swollen breasts as she drank indulgently. It was just so good, she was practically addicted. Janet sucked and drank, her body growing warmer. When her other breast started to leak, she moaned and pulled up her shirt, not wanting to stain it.

Usually she had more restraint than this, but something came over her. She couldn’t stop. She just needed it all, every drop. Janet consumed what felt like a liter of milk from her right breast before quickly moving on to the left one without pause. She moaned and sucked in euphoria, the heat now pooling in her loins, her thighs squirming.

Pleasure assaulted every sense, leaving her in a dreamlike state, her body working by impulse and instinct. She only came back into herself when things ran dry. Janet opened her eyes to find herself cradling a pair of breasts that were noticeably smaller and did not have one more drop of milk left to offer.

She looked down at herself, rather amazed by what she had done. Her breasts had shrunken down at least two cup sizes, and were mercifully softer, now holding a tear-shape rather than being uncomfortably round and bloated.

Her belly, meanwhile, was painfully tight. Janet cupped the swell that had developed on her previously-lean torso. She couldn’t help staring. This was just odd. She looked as though she was five months pregnant out of nowhere, the milk drained from her breasts but now packed in her stomach.

Janet pressed her lips, uncertain of how everyone would react to her sudden change. What if they figured it out?

Swallowing her nerves, Janet planted her feet firmly against the floor. She heaved herself up with a groan, gripping the side of the stall. “I think I over did it,” she whimpered as she adjusted her blouse, tugging it down. Still, it strained, riding up in the front.

Drawing in a deep breath, Janet unlocked the stall and walked out.

3.

Doing her best not to groan, Janet walked over to her cubicle. She was surprised to see one of her supervisors standing there.

“Hiya Janet,” Tina greeted as she gave Janet’s body an odd look. Despite that, Tina maintained a professional demeanor. “I’ve been asking some of the staff to help out with the trainees today. What do you say?”

It wasn’t really a question. Janet doubted she could say “no,” especially with all the trouble she seemed to be getting herself into lately. “S-sure,” she said, still a bit flustered. As Tina gave her yet another once over, Janet self-consciously folded her arms against her swollen stomach.

“Great!” said Tina. “Follow me.”

Tina led Janet to the other side of the call center, where numerous trainees were taking easy inbound calls while half-a-dozen senior staff members hovered around, monitoring them, sometimes getting a headset and listening in on a call. Janet joined her colleagues in supervising. She had done this a time or two before and it was easy enough. Unsurprisingly, her colleagues stared at her. After all, her body was noticeably different than it had been that morning.

Janet was embarrassed. Folding her arms against herself again, she leaned down, pretending to be looking at a trainee’s screen. Thankfully, his back was turned on her. The trainees were too focused on their computers to pay Janet any mind, but her coworkers kept giving Janet stunned looks, their gazes shooting from her noticeably smaller breasts to her newly swollen belly.

Janet’s face flamed as one of her coworkers actually snickered.

“What the hell happened there?” Mary Pryce indiscreetly whispered to Tony Watkins as Janet checked in on another trainee. Janet did her best to ignore them but Mary was obnoxious, as always.

Mary came over and confronted Janet, clearly affronted that everyone was playing polite obliviousness to the change. “Sorry Jan, am I going nuts, or have you gone from showing up here with those huge, inflating mega-tits to now randomly looking pregnant since this morning? And your boobs are smaller now too. Is this some crazy prank or something? Do we need to get HR over here?”

Janet was sweating. She might have accused Mary of lacking professionalism had Mary not been accusing her of the same. “N-no,” she stammered. “Not a prank.” She tried to keep her words hushed but everybody was watching now, even some of the trainees, who had swiveled around in their seats, faces stunned.

Janet’s blouse was truly straining, gaps of bloated flesh bulging between her buttons, which, in turn, looked close to popping right off.

Then Mary reached out to touch the swell. Mary’s eyes widened as she registered the realness of it. But still, she pressed her hand against it, pushing a bit too hard.

A loud belch erupted from Janet's throat.

Even those who had not been in the immediate vicinity had frozen to stare at the small group of employees. Several of their supervisors were gawking. Janet was positively mortified.

“I-I have to go,” she stammered, looking around at the stunned faces glued to her body. “N-not feeling well. S-sorry!”

With that, Janet fled. She hurried to the nearest exit as quickly as her feet could carry her, even with her changed balance. She didn’t stop until she got to her car.

Janet cursed under her breath as she clambered inside, feeling close to tears in her embarrassment. She just wanted to forget this whole day had ever happened. She drove home, sniffing and steadily calming herself down.

Now that she had an unexpected half-day, Janet was in drastic need of some comfort. That and her gurgling belly brought her straight to her kitchen. She found a large box of donuts in the pantry, and began to tear through them voraciously. The food was fast and easy to get down, all soft, and sweet, and starchy. She followed it with some gulps of milk that had newly developed in her breasts since her last indulgence, but it wasn’t nearly enough. As Janet put together some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to take the edge off her relentless hunger, she balanced her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she put in a food order. “Yes, I’ll have three extra-large meatlovers pizzas.”

She went on a full binge, eating greedily, filling herself up. As she ate, her belly grew fuller and tighter, but she didn’t care, even as her blouse strained more and a button finally snapped off. She gasped for breath as other buttons followed, popping off one after the next as she looked down at her rounded belly. She appeared as though she was seven months pregnant! She couldn’t believe how full she was getting.

Coming out of her reverie, Janet looked around at the empty food wrappings and pastry boxes littering her kitchen table. Two of the pizzas had been consumed and she still had one left. Janet gasped for breath as she cradled her swollen abdomen, reflecting that she had really pigged out.

Wincing against the pressure and strain in her gut, Janet groaned and reached out for another slice of pizza.

4.

It had been a month since the incident at work, and Janet’s suckling habit had only gotten worse.

She was obsessed with the hot milk her own body produced. She had a limitless supply of it. It was a crazy cycle. The more she drank, the more she produced. The more she produced, the more she drank, and the bigger she got. She was positively addicted. She had tried other things—all varieties of cow, goat, and nondairy milks. She had tried ice creams and puddings, anything that might quench her, but nothing compared to the sweet, creamy substance that her body made. And nothing was nearly as convenient. Janet could stir awake at night, pluck out a breast, and start drinking away.

It was yet another bad habit she was struggling with. Consuming from herself constantly, even in bed. Sometimes she fell asleep suckling her nipple, or awoke to find that she had been drinking in her unconsciousness, the way a baby might. Having two round breasts filled with her favorite indulgence, attached to her 24/7, was akin to having a delicious cake sitting next to you all day, all night, at every moment. It was irresistible. The only times that Janet had even a fraction of control were when she was out in public—specifically, when she was at work. At least then, she could stop herself. Or so she tried.

“Mmmghhh…” Janet hummed as she greedily sucked on her right nipple. She was crammed in one of the bathroom stalls at work, already on her third break for the morning. She knew she was on thin ice with her boss, but she was an addict. She just couldn’t control herself. “Oh god…” she groaned, her belly aching, but she still kept drinking. Her body was keeping up with the demand, pumping milk into her breasts and keeping the supply abundant all day. Her breasts used to shrink down several cup sizes after she truly indulged, but lately, they didn’t decrease in size nearly as much. Maybe a cup size at best. She could never seem to drain them completely anymore, hard as she tried. Some days she drank until she was groaning in pain, or trying not to throw up, yet she could still feel the weight of milk left over in her breasts.

“Nnghhhh…” Janet groaned, pulling back. She was too nauseous; in too much pain. She had to stop. She leaned back on the toilet lid, her hands cupping her pillowy belly. She gasped for breath as she slumped there, flushed and sweating. “Ohhhhh…” She rubbed her abdomen as it gurgled. A massive belch erupted from her throat.

Janet had put on a lot of weight over the past couple of weeks. Her belly was a round, soft pooch of fat. It look like a late-term pregnancy, albeit much squishier.

Her thighs had filled out, now pressing and rubbing together. Her hips were full and wide, and a huge backside protruded out behind her, one that rivaled Nicki Minaj’s in size. Her face was rounder, shoulders softer, and she was just plump all around from her high-calorie diet of dairy and her frequent food binges.

Once she regained her energy, Janet heaved herself up and exited the stall. Breathing heavily, she went over to the sink, leaning on as she looked at her reflection.

Despite both her breasts being mostly drained, they were plump E-cups heaving on her chest. Which was still smaller than they had been when she had entered the bathroom a half-hour earlier. Then, they had been tight, bloated F-cups aching for release.

Everyone at work was constantly giving her confused looks. People were baffled by her rapid weight gain and the constant, fluctuating size of her breasts and belly.

Janet wearily wiped some sweat off her brow. She felt dizzy with fatigue; full and lethargic. But she knew she had to get back to work.

Even then, as she gazed at herself in the mirror, and the cleavage protruding against the neckline of her blouse, Janet found herself licking her lips. She couldn’t believe it, but she was still craving, stuffed as she was, uncomfortable as she felt. She had half a mind to go right back into that stall and see how much more of her sweet milk she could extract.

Janet lightly shook her head, trying to suppress those urges. This was madness. She drew in a deep breath, tugging down her taut blouse against her swollen belly.

With an incredible amount of discipline, she managed to turn for the door. She left the bathroom and headed for her cubicle. Hopefully she could get a little work done before she needed another fix.

5.

Towards the end of her shift, Janet was exhausted and uncomfortable, and just desperate to get out of there.

For the latter half of the workday, she had found herself hurrying off to the bathroom with more and more frequency, as her breasts filled more rapidly, seemingly increasing its milk-production with every time she suckled from herself. It was an endless cycle of swelling and growth, and Janet could hardly keep up with it anymore.

Her shift was ending, and she had just drank from herself half an hour ago, yet her breasts were already uncomfortably full, skin hot and tingling. She was flushed and sweaty, and she had already undone the top three buttons of her blouse. If she showed another centimeter of cleavage, she was sure to get in trouble for inappropriate dress.

It was a burden. The heaviness, tightness, heat, and even that rousing ache of her nipples, desperate for attention, as she squirmed and panted, doing her best to chat with colleagues and clients without slipping any stray grunts or moans.

The truth was, Janet was getting sick of it. It had gotten to be too much for even her to consume.

So on her way home, she found herself stopping at a maternity store at the mall. She ignored the odd looks thrown her way, people seeming unable to decide whether she was pregnant or just had a massive beer belly—likely due to the chubby shape of her swell, and the way it bobbed with her movements. Not firm as it would be with a baby.

She waddled her way along the aisles, stalling in her uncertainty. But in the end, she committed to her idea. She ended up buying a breast pump, suspecting that it might be a worthwhile investment, given her…rather awkward predicament.

Janet left the store and got in her car, wincing slightly at the sensation of her round belly squishing against her steering wheel, despite that she had adjusted her seat back as far as her car allowed. Her breasts shivered as the vehicle started, making her twitch and grunt out. Her nipples were swollen and pressing hard into the thin cotton of her top, the buttons straining, and starting to pull apart.

By the time Janet finally got home, she felt as though she might just start squirting at any moment. She was practically staggering as she made her way to her bedroom, sitting back against her pillows, trying to get comfortable as she unbuttoned her straining top with shaking fingers.

She was just so full, her body aching for release.

Janet carefully attached the pumps and turned them on. She gave a gasp as it started. It was a completely new sensation to her. She’d always nursed herself, with her own warm lips. It was so different, this sharp efficiency of the machine, with its powerful, methodical pumps. Her eyes fluttered as she sank back farther.

Admittedly, it was nowhere near as satisfying as when she did it on her own, but Janet was just relieved for the quick relief. In only twenty minutes, she was drawing long breaths as she savored that scarce feeling of emptiness. She felt cooler and lighter, and for once was free of that preoccupation of “attending” to her engorged breasts, full of creamy milk waiting to be consumed.

Janet detached the pumps with a whimper. It probably would have made better sense to turn it off first. She did that next, sighing as she looked down at the yield.

It was quite a large amount. She found herself licking her lips, but even she knew that she had no space left. Her belly was still aching from her last substantial serving, just before she had left work.

It was a lot, probably at least a gallon, she thought, still amazed by how much sustenance her body was able to produce.

It was a shame to waste food, especially food so full of nutrition, food that her own body had created.

She couldn’t bring herself to pour it away.

Janet hummed a moan as she climbed up, stretching out her tense back.

Lifting the container (oh, it was still warm), she brought it with her to the kitchen, screwed on the cover, and put it in the fridge.

6.

Janet had thought that pumping would be the solution, yet her consumption of her milk was only increasing. She could never bring herself to pour it down the drain, so she put the milk in containers in the fridge, silently obsessing over it. This culminated in her not only drinking it more often, but also integrating it into her meals and beverages. She would use her milk to make cream sauce for pasta, or to replace heavy cream for mashed potatoes. She would even put it in her breakfast cereal, slurping down every drop. She went so far as to purchase herself an ice cream maker, and made herself delicious soft serve out of her own milk. It was absolutely wonderful!

Milkshakes had become a diet staple. She poured them into large thermoses and water bottles, so that she could take them to work with her. There was hardly a moment that she wasn’t slurping one down. If she kept them on hand, it helped her get through the workday without taking dozens of breaks to suckle from herself directly.

Yet even this wasn’t enough. Because suckling directly from her own nipples truly was an indulgent treat. On the occasions that she did take a break, or in the hours after she got home from work, Janet still cradled one of her large, plump breasts between her hands, aiming the nipple to her lips, and drank.

Her milk was thick, dense, and heavy, packed with the fat and nutrients that would typically facilitate the rapid development of a baby. Instead, the calories were being channeled directly back into Janet’s body, and consequently, she was continuing to grow.

Now when she was at her fullest, usually in the morning, Janet’s breasts swelled up to the size of volleyballs, round and swollen as they bobbed on her chest, nipples like golf balls, practically staring at people. And people stared back. The mounds were just so big and bouncy, aching for release at every given moment. On one occasion, Janet overslept and had been unable to empty herself that morning. Instead, she was forced to endure a bumpy car ride to work. By the time she arrived, she was practically whimpering, as her flushed, sweaty breasts strained the blouse she was squeezed into.

Her belly was round, but still soft and squishy. She looked as though she could have been at term with child, even on a typical day. If she hadn’t had the chance to consume recently for any reason, Janet would wear a pregnancy girdle to keep the mound from jiggling around excessively. And when her belly was full — after she had a true and thorough binge on the contents of her breasts—she was big enough that she looked as though she was pregnant with triplets. Meanwhile, her breast size would go down a few cup sizes. She was stuck in a never ending cycle of expansion.

“Mgghhh…god…” Janet moaned as she struggled with the fastener on her maternity skirt in a bathroom stall. She couldn’t even see the waistband, fat as her gut had gotten. She had plumped up all over, face round, legs thick, hips wide, and backside just huge as it bulged out behind her.

She was flushed, skin pouring sweat, stomach tight and aching from her recent “meal” of several gallons of her own milk.

“Nrrgghh…c’mon…” Janet groaned as she finally got the fastener closed. She was left panting heavily as she leaned on the stall wall, trying to gather her bearings. God, the meals were getting larger. As much as she was loving it, it was certainly a lot to.

Janet ran her hand along the tight, prominent swell of her belly. “Just another hour,” she reminded herself, before she unlocked the stall, and waddled her way out.

She found herself back in the call center, straining to smile at coworkers who just gave her odd looks in response, wordlessly avoiding her.

It took a while for her to make her way back to her desk, her curvy body jiggling. She grunted as she plopped herself on her considerable ass, which could barely fit in the office chair she was now squished down into, her belly overfilling her lap as her breasts were shelved so high that they were now squishing into her chin.

Janet tried to roll closer to her desk, but her full belly repeatedly knocked into it, dividing her from her keyboard enough that it was proving very awkward and difficult to reach. Given her current state, she would have to make do.

In all her fidgeting and fumbling, she had failed to notice one of her colleagues gawking at her from several seats over. When Janet slowly made eye contact, he startled and immediately ducked back down in his cubicle.

Yes, everything was in excellent order.

7.

During lunch that day, Janet was having a difficult time finding her milkshake in the break room fridge. It was contained in a huge, two-liter water bottle. The fridge contents were scant, so it wasn’t hard to see that the milkshake was gone.

Flustered, Janet left the break room and headed back to her cubicle. As she passed Mary’s workstation, she was surprised to see that Mary had an identical water bottle to hers. It was filled with a white, milky fluid. Presently, Mary was on her own break, laughing and chattering with a colleague between sips of the beverage.

That’s mine! Janet thought in silent fury.

But she knew better than to confront Mary. Most of Janet’s interactions with the audacious woman usually turned out getting one or the both of them in trouble. Mary was just so loud and she was always making a scene.

Now Janet was truly troubled. She stumbled slightly as she made her way back to her chair, feeling breathless from anxiety, belly gurgling. She really depended on those milkshakes. They were just so damn addictive. Her hunger was rapidly exacerbating, make her sweaty and distracted. Absently, she rubbed the plump swell of her abdomen. She was already starting to feel sick without her little snack.

There was nothing else for it. Janet got back up, now waddling towards the women's lavatory. She was surprised to see a plastic cone in front of it, and a sign on the door—

Out of Order

Janet groaned. This just wasn’t fair. Why now? Her only other option was the bathroom downstairs, but she didn’t think she could last that long. Her stomach was grumbling louder now, people throwing her odd glances. Janet was so hungry for her milk, she felt like she could pass out.

Janet threw a desperate glance around the facility, and saw that the lights were off in John’s office. John was a manager there. She promptly waddled her way over, glancing around, hoping that no one would notice or care what she was up to. She was relieved to find that the door was unlocked. Janet slipped inside and quickly closed the blinds before turning on the lights.

She just needed five minutes. It would be fine. Five minutes, then she would get out of here, and everything would be all right.

With shaking fingers, Janet unbuttoned her straining blouse, groaning as her breasts were freed. They were full and tight, just packed with milk. Her skin was hot and sleek with sweat, as the heavy mounds heaved on her chest.

Janet made her way over to John’s desk, leaning her plush ass against the edge. A few papers fell to the ground, but she couldn’t care less. Her knees fidgeting in the too-tight pencil skirt she was crammed into, her hands gingerly cradled her left breast and directed it towards her face.

“Mmmmgghhh…” she hummed as she took that first, wonderful suck. Her mouth was immediately flooded with milk as her eyes rolled upwards and she drank indulgently. She knew that if John caught her doing this in here she would certainly be fired, but she just needed this one, quick fix.

The door opened. Oh no! Janet yelped as she dropped her breast. She found herself staring at another person, but thankfully, it wasn’t John.

It was Mary.

“So that’s what you’re up to…” said Mary snidely. She didn’t look disgusted, like Janet thought Mary would at seeing Janet’s bizarrely swollen, supple body. Instead, Mary looked rather… intrigued.

“Had no idea what a freak you were…” said Mary as she stepped closer. “You mean to tell me that you made all that milk?” Mary waved the now-empty two-liter water bottle that Janet only just noticed that Mary was clutching.

Weakly, Janet nodded.

“Look at you,” said Mary, now closing in. “You’re just so round. It’s bizarre.” She didn’t speak with her usual maliciousness. It was more like she was teasing.

“Yeah, it’s just…it’s getting really out-of-control,” Janet managed, her face pink.

“Can I…” Mary trailed off. Janet nodded in consent, and suddenly Mary was touching Janet’s big belly. It felt so nice! Experimentally, Mary applied pressure, pushing into it. Janet’s eyes went wide.

A large belch erupted from Janet’s throat. She covered her mouth, her face going from pink to red as Mary looked at her in amazement.

“Sorry,” Janet stammered. “It just –”

But Mary was still pushing, pushing harder, causing Janet to belch again, before a loud fart tore out of her backside. She gasped for breath, completely mortified.

“Geez, Janet,” said Mary, looking amused and shaking her head. “You’re a mess.”

Janet might have agreed had she not been covering her mouth in fear of belching again.

“That milkshake you made,” Mary continued. “It was really good.”

Janet couldn’t disagree.

Now Mary was staring at Janet’s breasts, licking her lips. “I want more of it.”

"Yes," Janet moaned.

Suddenly Mary was leaning down, cupping Janet’s right breast, closing her lips around the swollen pink nub and—

Janet gasped.

—sucking.

Janet’s eyelids fluttered. She gripped the desk behind her.

It felt amazing.

8.

Janet couldn’t believe how great it felt. She twisted her fingers through her coworker’s hair as Mary continued to drink, slow and sensually, seeming to truly savor the taste of Janet’s milk.

It was strangely refreshing to let Mary in on her secret. Finally, there was someone else who could truly appreciate how deliciously addictive Janet’s milk was. How there was hardly a choice but to indulge and consume as much as she could of it. Wasting it was practically criminal in Janet’s eyes. And now Mary could see it too. Now Mary knew.

“God, it’s so good,” Mary moaned against Janet’s skin before filling her mouth again.

While leaning her ass on the desk, Janet was gripping the edges, struggling to stay upright rather than lean back and give in to the outrageous pleasure reverberating throughout her chest and the rest of her body. Somehow this was even better than when she sucked from herself personally. Mary’s lips were just amazing. Janet pulled her closer, pulling Mary flush to her skin, practically smothering the other woman in her cleavage.

“Mmmghh…you fucking cow,” Mary teased.

Yes, I’m a cow. Don’t stop. Keep milking me, Janet thought.

Yet there was another part of her that was almost jealous of Mary, ridiculous as that seemed. Janet’s body produced an abundant amount of milk, more than Mary could hope to consume, yet Janet still had an irrational fear that Mary would take it all.

“Fuck,” said Mary, abruptly pulling off with a wet pop, causing Janet to yelp as electricity shot through her swollen pink nipple. “John’s going to be back any minute.”

Janet shivered.

“Could you imagine if he walked in on us? Me milking you like a cow with your fun-bags sticking out?”

Janet was in a daze. She tried to stammer out words, but nothing decipherable came out.

Mary shook her head as she licked her lips, a grin spreading over her face. “God, you’re such a freak, Janet. Look at those things. They look ready to blow.”

Mary wasn’t lying. Maybe it was the hormones, the excitement, or all the stimulation, but Janet’s breasts were more swollen than ever. They heaved up and down with her heavy breathing, feeling hot, heavy, and just packed with milk. As she gazed down at the flushed mounds, Janet was doubtful that she would be able to button herself back into her blouse.

“Well, you better clean yourself up,” said Mary as she straightened. “John is coming,” she added tauntingly as she wiggled her fingers in a wave, adjusted her skirt, then turned. She shut off the light, if just to antagonize. Then she exited the office, snapping the door shut behind her.

Janet’s heart was racing. She knew that she had been in John’s office for far too long already. Yet she needed some draining if she had any hope of getting her clothes on.

Thinking fast, Janet shuffled around the desk as she got on all fours, crawling beneath it. She leaned back, panting quietly as she fumbled to lift her left breast with clumsy hands and aim her nipple to her lips. She would have to do this fast. Drain herself, button her blouse, then get out of there. If she kept it together, she would be finished in no time, and John would have no clue that she had ever been there at all.

So Janet closed her lips around her swollen nipple, humming as she drew that first mouthful of fluid, eyes closing as she got lost in the sensation a little. She drank as quickly as she could, taking in gulp after gulp as she felt her belly start to tighten. She tried to drink the milk faster than she produced it. Get herself down a few cup sizes. She switched to her right breast, even though she knew she hadn’t drank nearly enough from the left one. But she got to work, sucking, body sweating, thighs squirming. Her stomach tightened more as it got fuller and rounder, yet both her breasts were still so big. She wondered if she was fighting a losing battle, but no, that was just the anxiety. She was making progress. She had to keep going. Had to calm down.

The lights turned on.

Janet froze.

With her pulse pounding in her ears, she must not have heard the door opening. But now, as she listened, she could hear someone walking around. Setting something on the desk. Coughing and muttering to himself.

John was back.

9.

Janet didn’t know why, but she kept drinking. It wasn’t as though she had better options. She still couldn’t close the top of her blouse. And she was still ravenous and desperate to consume as much of her milk as she could.

Maybe she could wait this out. John was now fiddling with something on a shelf against the wall. Perhaps he had no intention of lingering in the office. More likely, he would check his watch then head off to his next meeting.

Janet kept sucking, trying not to groan or hum as her belly tightened yet she indulgently filled herself more. She couldn’t stop. It felt like a physical dependency. Each breast was close to the size of a basketball. The mounds together were wider than the rest of her torso, practically taking over.

And as she drank, she could feel her belly getting fuller and tighter, her face flushed and sweaty, brows furrowed with strain. She arched and fidgeted as she could feel her abdomen inching outwards, tensing and shifting under the pressure of its contents. As she sat there suckling herself, her belly was steadily advancing. She went from looking as though she was nine months pregnant, to ten months, to past due with twins, and she was still growing.

“Hmmm…” John was now flipping through a book as he idly tapped his foot.

The lower buttons of Janet’s blouse that had been left closed were now straining, which only proved to worsen her dilemma. She knew she had to stop drinking. Her breasts weren’t shrinking, at least not tangibly. Meanwhile her belly was outgrowing her top.

And yet she couldn’t stop, even then. The milk was just too good, too pure and delicious. Her hunger for it was positively relentless.

“Nrrghh…” Her belly tightened another notch, the folds in her blouse pinching against her as diamonds of flesh formed between her buttons.

The room seemed to still, John motionless and silent. He had heard her.

Crap. Janet knew she had to get it together. So mutely, she continued to suckle, her face twisting as the strain increased in her belly. She managed to contain the grunts trying to erupt from her throat. Her face reddened more as her abdomen shuddered.

The blouse burst open with several audible pops! Buttons flung into the wall and clattered to the floor.

Fuck! Janet thought, finally pulling off her nipple as she heard John’s feet rapidly marching towards her.

“What in the world…” John muttered as he rolled the desk chair aside and got a full view of Janet. He stared, open-mouth, looking utterly shocked.

“Sir, I c-can explain,” Janet started even though she knew she couldn’t. Her arms clumsily attempted to hug the huge mounds wobbling on her chest.

“Out,” John managed, the shade of his face steadily going from red to puce. “Get out! You’re fired!” he exclaimed

“B-but s-sir…” Janet pleaded, humiliated.

“Security!” John shouted. He clumsily grabbed the phone on his desk and started violently pressing buttons.

Janet had no choice. She had to crawl out — it was awkward and tight, but she managed — then she heaved herself to her feet, hands grasping and tugging fruitlessly at the sides of her blouse which couldn’t nearly contain her her huge breasts and massively round belly.

Her head down, she shuffled out of John’s office, trying her best to cover what she could of her body. But there was just so much of her now.

Everyone was staring. Even Mary had frozen midway through a conversation with another colleague, her eyes bulging. People gawked as Janet waddled by, struggling to balance a massive pregnant-looking belly, and the biggest breasts any of them had ever seen, mounds bouncing and jiggling with the laborious movements of Janet’s body.

Janet groaned, her right hand sliding down to cradle her belly as she suffered an ache of tension, the mound practically throbbing.

“Jesus Christ,” someone whispered as Janet trudged her way to the exit door.

Another person stumbled back, dropping papers and nearly falling down as Janet brushed past them.

Janet felt dizzy and dehydrated. And thirsty, so terribly thirsty, even then. She was panting heavily, flushed and sweaty, as she finally pushed her way outside. In the parking lot, people shrieked or ogled her. One woman gripped onto her car, looking like she might faint.

Janet made her way over to her vehicle as quickly as she could manage. Gasping, she unlocked the door, shoving herself inside as it was a tight squeeze now. She had to push her seat back enough that she was no longer shoved up against the steering wheel.

In this position, her belly was perched on her lap, shelving her breasts and shoving them higher so that they squashed against her chin. Taking a deep breath, Janet started the car, praying that she didn’t get pulled over.

10.

Janet had never been so relieved to make it back home. She ignored the shocked stares her neighbors gave at her obscene body as she silently prayed that none of them called the police. The last thing she needed was an arrest for public indecency.

Her body was sleek with sweat as she arduously waddled inside, closing the door securely behind her. After that, she just took a moment to catch her breath, leaning back on the door, her cheeks red as she puffed out heavy breaths of air.

Janet blinked back the tears in her eyes as she processed the recent events. She had been fired and humiliated. Everyone at work had seen the absurd state of her body. She could never show her face around her colleagues again. And what was she going to do for money? Janet tried not to panic.

Instead, she attempted to dispel the anxious thoughts from her mind. She would think about this later, when she was calmer, and ready. For now, she just had to hold herself together. She was home. She could breathe.

Janet shrugged off the remains of her blouse. Her stretchy pencil skirt had been shoved low beneath her belly, now hugging the recent growth of her voluptuous hips and plump ass. Quietly panting, Janet saw a cardigan lying on the back of her couch. It was a recent purchase she had gotten online at an ultra-plus-plus-sized womens clothing store.

Janet waddled over and pulled it around her shoulders, feeling the desire for coverage at that moment, in the wake of all those disturbed gazes. The cardigan was thin and extremely stretchy, which was part of the reason she had chosen it. Janet managed to close the low buttons around her. Her back was aching and she felt exhausted. She kicked off her flats as she wobbled towards her bedroom, her hands clutching her immense belly as it jiggled with queasy noises. It was so soft and squishy, yet still so plump and rounded, but not nearly symmetrical. It wasn’t bloated enough at that moment.

Janet moaned quietly as she entered her bedroom. She eased her plushy backside onto her mattress and awkwardly managed to shuffle back against her pillows so that she was laying partially upright, the weight of her abdomen resting heavily on her hips.

In her movements, her bare breasts had popped free of the cardigan, but it wasn’t a surprise. Her breasts were huge while the cardigan neckline was severely low, as the article was not meant to be worn on a nude body.

Janet became fixated on the sight of the two round, plump masses, gleaming and looking delicious as they heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.

Suddenly she was at it again. She took hold of her right breast, squeezing and squishing it as she shoved her nipple into her mouth and sucked with abandon. She was already full from her indulgent meal at work but she couldn’t seem to slow down. She was addicted.

Janet groaned and fidgeted, her feet squirming as she sucked more and more of the creamy contents of her body. This was euphoria. Her body was hot and pulsing, growing and tingling, her pleasure only seeming to intensify the more she consumed.

She was barely cognizant of her efficiency, as she alternated between her right nipple and her left one, keeping the output consistent, in fact, encouraging it. Encouraging her breasts to release more of the warm fluid. She could feel her stomach tightening and pushing out, getting so full that it was starting to ache as it was pushed beyond capacity, then further. But to Janet, it hardly mattered. Her stomach could rupture for all she cared. It would be worth it. Because this was everything. “Mmgghhh…” she groaned, finally slowing down. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration. Her face was bright red and she felt dizzy.

Her belly was heavy, flushed, and painfully tight. She finally shifted her attention to it, astounded by the orb seeming to tower over her, as it throbbed visibly against the pressure straining it. It was pinning her to the mattress. It looked larger than a beach ball by then!

Her breasts had been depleted in her hours of abusing them, but maybe she could get a bit more. Just a drop. They looked so much smaller now, the size of honeydews rather than the imposing mass of a basketball each. Though she knew they were empty, Janet still reached for her sore left breast with trembling fingers, but paused as a large belched erupted from her throat.

Her stomach ached, and shivered, and she belched again. She grunted and massaged her abdomen before an even louder burp burst free of her lips.

She couldn’t believe how far things had gone. Janet marveled at her body, feeling a little daunted.

She continued to massage it carefully with her fingers, as she panted, and burped, and tried to figure out where she went from there.

11.

Several months passed.

On a typical afternoon, Janet would find herself slumped on her couch, groaning lethargically between bouts of heavy breathing. Her television was playing the local news — it was the only station that still worked.

Janet was wearing some sweatpants that were skin-tight against her plump backside and her thick thighs. She also had a worn tank top stretched over her chest, though it only pulled down a few inches past her nipples.

She was huge. Her belly was a fat, pillowy mass perched heavily on her lap, squashing her spread thighs and outspanning the rest of her body. It completely dominated her, at least as large as she was by that point. It was not perfectly round, instead misshapen in places as it heaved and lurched. It emitted an endless stream of whines and gurgles, always at work digesting the surplus of input.

Shelved atop her belly so high that they were squishing against her chin was a pair of fat breasts that were bigger than basketballs though resembled tears in shape. Golf ball-sized nipples seeped even then as Janet sat moaning and squirming, her chubby hands clutching at her milk-swollen masses.

A loud belch came up her throat. She was continually gassy from all her constant feeding.

Bills and eviction notices were piled high on her coffee table. The place as a whole was a disaster, with dirty dishes, clothes, papers, and fast food containers littering the small living room.

Mobility was getting increasingly difficult for Janet, and in consequence, so was cleaning and general upkeep of her home. Not that she cared much. All her time spent plopped on her ass just gave her more time to suckle from her breasts.

Janet still hadn’t been able to find a new job. She couldn’t say that she had been trying too hard. Sometimes she went online on her phone and tried to fumble her way through an online application or two, but she usually got distracted before finishing. Her milk was a true addiction and Janet couldn’t last more than a few minutes before wanting more of it. She needed it constantly.

Janet liked to spend her afternoons on the couch dozing in and out of consciousness, her hands massaging her lurching stomach, and often she would suckle herself in her sleep.

She snapped awake with another belch, then blinked around, yawning as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. Suddenly in the mood for a big bowl of cereal, Janet thought it might be worth it to get up.

She planted her feet firmly on the dingy carpet while gripping the arm of the couch with her hand. Her free arm curled around what it could of her belly as she slowly shifted her ass to the edge of the cushion. With a groan, she pushed and heaved her shuddering body. She gained her footing with a whine and a fart, then quickly gripped onto the walker she had snagged at a neighbor’s garage sale thirty pounds ago.

Janet gasped for breath, face flushed as she adjusted to the weight of her packed flesh extending in front of her, warm, wobbly, and full of heat. The thought of the sugary cereal waiting for her had her licking her lips. She gingerly started to waddle towards the kitchen, when the doorbell rang.

Janet paused, puzzled.

She didn’t get many visitors. Well, any at all, really. Her family lived several states over, and all her work friends wanted nothing to do with her. She had maintained a couple of acquaintances over the years, but they didn’t know where she lived.

Curiosity piqued, she turned towards the front door. She shuffled steadily over, the doorbell ringing several more times in quick succession.

Janet had to press her belly against the door to peek through the high window, the pressure causing another loud burp to erupt from throat. She stared at who she saw. Then she stepped back and opened the door.

“Errrrupp— Mary?” Janet covered her mouth belatedly as her gut rumbled with more gas bubbles.

Mary let herself inside, her gaze trailing up and down Janet’s plump body. “Sorry to show up like this, I just — I’ve been craving it. It’s been getting so hard and I—I needed to see you.” Mary bit her bottom lip, her bright eyes glued to Janet’s bulging nipples.

Janet blinked several times but slowly nodded in understanding. “I get it.” She took a deep breath. “Um…why don’t you just…” She motioned for Mary to come closer.

It seemed so crazy and random to pull Mary into her arms. The pressure on Janet’s gut left her belching and farting, but Mary didn’t even seem to notice as she pushed up Janet’s top with shaking fingers and started to drink, desperately. She squeezed and sucked, Janet’s eyelids fluttering. The two stumbled to the couch and Mary drank for hours as Janet groaned in pleasure.

“You should just stay with me,” Janet whispered late in the night, looking delirious with pleasure. She was snuggled against Janet belly and cleavage.

Janet reached down to wipe a stray droplet of milk from Mary’s lips. “Seriously?” she whispered.

“Yeah, it looks…well, it looks like you’re not doing well here,” Mary said as she gave an uncomfortable look around Janet’s messy apartment. “My place is huge. You should just stay there until you’re back on your feet.”

Janet could not bring herself to disagree.

12.

The renovations were a success!

Mary had always liked her apartment in the city. It was a convenient location with lots to do around her. There was always a good deal of activity and pedestrian traffic, so she was never bored.

With all the extra income from her new online business, Mary had eventually been able to purchase the whole duplex off the old man who owned it. It had taken some time, but she had closed down the taco restaurant on the ground floor and turned into a milk shop. It was her business’s first and only physical site.

There was a lot of uncertainty in opening a brick-and-mortar, but Mary had been willing to take the risk — and it had paid off! Within a month, the shop was a huge success. Once people got a taste of the product, they couldn’t get enough of it. Everyone loved the all-natural dairy milk, and Mary was even looking into offering other products, like yogurt, ice cream, and custard pies. Profits were surging, and Mary couldn’t have been happier. She was even looking into hiring some help.

“That’ll be $16.50,” Mary informed her latest customer as she covered a belch. She accepted payment, then handed over the huge jug of milk. The customer hurried off, clutching the jug to his chest as though it was a priceless gem. Mary sighed as she looked down the line of customers that went out the door. Some were pushing and struggling, eager to get closer to the register.

“Sorry —erruuppp — shops closing for lunch!” Mary belched.

The customers moaned, griped, and even struggled more, some starting to plead, but Mary easily shooed them out, as she did every day at noon.

The door jingled as she closed and locked it. Mary leaned back against it with a sigh. A slow smile spread over her face as she bit her lip in thought.

Mary had changed quite a lot since the inception of her small business. Her formerly lean body had developed a thick padding of fat, mostly concentrated in her voluminous breasts, bulging backside, and the large, round belly protruding from her torso. Paired by her chubby arms, thick thighs, and wide hips, Mary had nearly doubled her original body weight. Her chubby face and plump form made her look jolly and matronly, which no doubt aided her trustworthiness and good reputation. Her happy customers would never have doubts about her delicious product, not for a moment.

Mary absently laid her hands on her swollen belly, which resembled a basketball in how big and round it had become. It was constantly tremoring and gurgling with gas. Which couldn’t be helped, given that Mary’s diet was almost entirely milk.

With another belch, Mary waddled to a staircase that led upstairs to her apartment. She walked through her living room, which was untidy but not disastrous. “Janet dear, how are you doing?” Mary called as she absently picked up a throw, setting on the couch. She then proceeded down the hall, and through the door that led into the bedroom.

Mary smiled down at her partner.

Janet had continued her steady evolution, and was now truly a blob of a woman. She was sprawled back on the two massive mattresses stacked atop each other on the floor, her form propped against an assortment of fluffy pillows, her body outrageously fat and relentlessly curvy. All her limbs were thicker than tree trunks, her torso resembling an assortment of overstuffed bean bags. She was gigantic, her abdomen resembling a boulder as it throbbed and trembled continuously, emitting whines and gurgles. Each of her breasts was obscenely huge, both still bloated with milk despite that Janet’s body was being pumped continuously. There wasn’t a moment that Janet wasn’t hooked up to breast pumps, being drained of milk, yet she seemed to produce it faster. Her breasts pulsed as Janet squirmed lethargically, feebly smiling up at Mary.

Janet scarcely spoke anymore, which was largely due to her addiction. A thick tube was protruding from her mouth nearly every moment of every day as she sucked on milk from the very tanks where the pump deposited the milk it extracted from her.

Producing and consuming in an endless cycle, her body was only growing plumper, heaving higher and thicker as she gradually expanded. Mary thought Janet would outgrow the room in a matter of weeks. The thought evoked both thrill and trepidation.

Janet was truly a magnificent creature. Mary gazed at her fondly. “You are a milk-factory,” she teased as she approached, crawling onto what little space she could find on the mattress, squishing herself against Janet’s chunky body. “The two of us are going to be very rich women. And it’s all because of your crazy body.” She truly adored Janet. And Mary suspected the feeling was mutual.

Mary reached down, gently plucking the pump’s suction attachment away from Janet’s right nipple.

Mary then leaned down and took the golf ball-sized nipple into her mouth, eyes falling shut as she feasted on the sweet, creamy milk, which only seemed to grow more delicious with time.

Janet nodded eagerly.

As Mary suckled contentedly, Janet’s eyes went wide.

Janet drank from her tube, her mind churning. Despite that the supply was abundant, Janet couldn’t help worrying about whether she would have enough milk for Mary’s frequent snacking, as well as herself, and the business. Her eyes darted around as she was immersed in the ridiculous concern. Her greed spiked and she sucked faster.

As long as Janet could feast, not much else mattered to her.

The End