Fio tugged on her shirt, but the spandex fabric was stretched as far as it could go without tearing, becoming slightly more sheer in the process. She moved her hands down and grabbed her bra, hoisting them up hoping to capture more of her breast flesh. It was a futile attempt, but her breasts were at least covered this morning. Now two nipples the size of pomegranates (and just as red) poked out where neither the shirt nor bra could reach.
The normally inexpressive, pretty face of the young woman gave way to a look of worry. Her face flushed hot as Fio realized just how much she had grown in the last five hours. She squeezed her expanded bosom, unsure that they were actually a part of her body, and inaudibly gasped as milk suddenly spurted out of her hardened nipples. Her breathing quickened as milk splattered noisily on the floor.
Milk shot of out of Fio’s nipples each time she kneaded her swollen knockers. For the rest of her break she kneaded and kneaded, hoping to shrink them back down to a presentable size. By the time the end of her hour neared, the entire bathroom floor held a thin veneer of milk yet her breasts only seemed larger than they were before. She moved her hands down and grabbed her bra, hoisting them up hoping to capture more of her breast flesh. It was a futile attempt, and she walked out of the bathroom.
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