Outside her window, the world shone new and dazzling. Inside, the same sunbeams that ricocheted off frozen blankets of snow streamed into her bedroom, filling it with a lazy Saturday morning warmth.
As she dozed, she thought about how well last night went. Andrea had seemed more concerned for her well being than horrified at her unusual appearance.
As the hour grew late, that concern shifted towards curiosity. Jessica tried directing the conversation towards more mundane topics, but was kept on the defensive by a flurry of questions she could hardly answer. She didn't know how many inches her bustline measured. She knew they were heavy but couldn't say their exact weight. And no, she don't really know how big they're going to get. How could she?
The girl was especially interested in the slowly filling bottle her friend was holding. Her eyes would drift down towards it and lock there transfixed. Jess smiled at Andrea as she gathered up the courage to ask to try a little.
Just a half a bottle of the rich cream was enough to get the girl's head nodding with the weight of suddenly heavy eyelids. Jess activated the recliner and draped a blanket over her sleeping friend.
Jessica forced herself fully awake and sat up in bed. She yawned and stretched luxuriously. Her arching back pushed her bosom outwards. But her breasts didn't feel the same. Her right boob jutted out full and firm from her chest. A dull ache she never noticed throbbed there. Something she only realized now because it was gone from her left, replaced with a smugly satisfied feeling of release. The pattern of dried milk crusted her left nipple looked more like a violent spray than the trickle she was used to. Yet her sheets were dry. None of this made sense.
At least, not until she saw a pair of feet poking out of her half open closet door.
Outside her window, the world shone new and dazzling. Inside, the same sunbeams that ricocheted off frozen blankets of snow streamed into her bedroom, filling it with a lazy Saturday morning warmth.
As she dozed, she thought about how well last night went. Andrea had seemed more concerned for her well being than horrified at her unusual appearance.
As the hour grew late, that concern shifted towards curiosity. Jessica tried directing the conversation towards more mundane topics, but was kept on the defensive by a flurry of questions she could hardly answer. She didn't know how many inches her bustline measured. She knew they were heavy but couldn't say their exact weight. And no, she don't really know how big they're going to get. How could she?
The girl was especially interested in the slowly filling bottle her friend was holding. Her eyes would drift down towards it and lock there transfixed. Jess smiled at Andrea as she gathered up the courage to ask to try a little.
Just a half a bottle of the rich cream was enough to get the girl's head nodding with the weight of suddenly heavy eyelids. Jess activated the recliner and draped a blanket over her sleeping friend.
Jessica forced herself fully awake and sat up in bed. She yawned and stretched luxuriously. Her arching back pushed her bosom outwards. But her breasts didn't feel the same. Her right boob jutted out full and firm from her chest. A dull ache she never noticed throbbed there. Something she only realized now because it was gone from her left, replaced with a smugly satisfied feeling of release. The pattern of dried milk crusted her left nipple looked more like a violent spray than the trickle she was used to. Yet her sheets were dry. None of this made sense.
At least, not until she saw a pair of feet poking out of her half open closet door.
She rose to investigate.