Chapter 8

Tati felt squished, but not in the normal way. The new sensation of the sports bra she wore tightly bound her chest. The support was far better than two days ago but still not quite what she wanted. With her schedule busy as it was, she didn't get time to select correctly. In her local store, she was dismayed with the fact her size wasn't available, leaving her in the situation she was in now. I miss the days of my simple sports bandeau, she sighed, looking down at her swollen chest.

"Come on Dairy Queen, tired?" the tall woman on the other side of the court asked mockingly. Tiffany Granger, another woman Tiff recognized from her previous life, was an attractive woman, but that was the only thing pleasant about her. Behind the lean build, sandy blonde hair, and emerald eyes was her least favorite teammate who served aces against her opponents and snide remarks against Tiff. Coach Marissa had, in her infinite wisdom, decided that pitting the two women against each other would drive them both to play harder. While Tati thought she was only slightly better, they were actually on equal footing.

Tati had decided to wear her usual shorts today; she was still slightly embarrassed to have her bulge on display. While wearing a skirt was nice, it was still too limiting for her motion. And she couldn’t be limited in these killer practices. I’ve been here for several days now, so I might as well dress like the locals.

The whistle blew twice, letting them know it was time for a break.

“Flores, here!” Marissa called out, her hands on her hips. She tapped her foot impatiently as Tati made her way across the court. “What are you doing?”

"I'm playing the game like you said,” Tati replied, having no idea where this conversation was going.

"No, you’re not. I said use my technique, not your skill. Skill is what got you to the pro level. Skill is what made you a top player. Technique is your skills honed to perfection. I chose you because you have what it takes to even begin my training." She pointed at Tati's chest. "Those are what will make you a legend.”

Tatiana looked down at her coffee-colored mounds, confused. "My tits? Coach, what are you—"

“One day was all you needed to improve your balance,” Marissa began, lifting one finger. “One day. Today you’re able to play with Tiffany, albeit struggling. That's because you’re moving around as if you were back to your previous self. You didn't even see it, but you've got the poor girl on the ropes!" Tatiana looked around to see that it was true; while she was a little winded, Tiffany was struggling to regain her breath. "You are good, very good, and could potentially be one of the best, but you need technique, not skill."

"But what do my boobs have to do with this?" Tati countered, still incredulous.

Coach Marissa pinched her forehead, annoyed. "By honing your movements with my technique, you can move in a way that utilizes your body to play the game perfectly. Your tits will help you move better. You feel as though they are a hindrance when, in actuality, you’ve adapted." That's what all those crazy movements are for? Tati was thinking about what her coach had just said, and Marissa could see the gears turning too.

Keeping Coach Marissa’s lessons in mind, Tati moved her body in a way as to keep up with both Coach Marissa’s drills and Tiffany’s unrelenting ****. After a few more bouts she was able to see

Tati sat air drying after her shower, doing her best not to aggravate her tired muscles. She chose a more isolated area of the locker room since the previous events, so as to draw less attention to herself. She sat with her legs open, one towel around her waist and another on her shoulders, hiding her chest. It was a nice go-between for modesty without really exposing her body. She was marinating on Coach's lecture during practice. Was having larger breasts really an advantage? There weren't many women her size professionally, and the ones that were didn't usually stay that long. Wait! There were a few ladies. Serena Williams was considered one of the best of all time in women's tennis. Gina Carao was an accomplished MMA fighter, and many more women came along as she thought about it more, all of them being large in the chest department but still high-level competitors.

Tati was so deep in thought she didn’t notice the women approaching her until she heard Tiffany’s voice. “Hey Dairy Queen, we got a bet saying that those big udders of yours are bought and paid for.” Tiffany was in the center of the group with two women, one on either side of her. While they had towels around their waist for modesty, Tiffany was completely naked. In between her legs was the biggest penis she ever saw, dangling there without even being erect. It’s the size of my baby’s arm, she realized. Tati’s gaze caused an arrogant smirk to form on Tiff’s face. She grabbed her penis and playfully shook it. “Heh, this? Yeah, you can’t buy this, unlike those fake tits of yours.”

Then, she snapped her fingers. One of the women pulled the towel around her shoulders exposing her chest, Tati quickly covered her chest with her arms. With some water still on her body, the cold air in the locker room caused her nipples to stiffen. She reached out for the towel trying to get it back; as she did she felt a pair of hands groping her. The other woman kneaded her breasts, which almost caused Tati to moan, but before she did, it stopped just as fast as it happened.

“Tiff, I can’t believe I'm saying this,” one of the women piped up, “but they’re real. No silicone, no surgery scars, nothing.” She shook her hands. “Freakin’ cow got milk all over my fingers,” she sighed. No, not now, Tati thought. Looking down, she saw that milk was leaking from her nipples once again. Tati slapped the woman that groped her across the face hard, leaving a red print where her hand impacted. This was the second time she had been assaulted, and she wasn't going to take it lightly.

"What the hell is going on here?" Kristin said as she marched in. Tiffany and the two women looked at each other with a knowing glance. "Oh nothing, Coach. We were just…getting to know each other better." It was a lie, and everyone there knew it. "Tell Devin I said hi, Dairy Queen," she finished with a sadistic smile on her face. Tiffany made a gesture with her head and the three women walked away.

"Are you okay, Tatiana?" Kristin asked. She sat down on the bench and tapped it for Tati to join her. "What was that all about?"

Tati sighed as she sat on the bench. "They wanted to see if my tits were real. Apparently, I'm part of some bet." Kristin gave her chest a few glances. "Well… you've had a considerable amount of growth since three months ago."

"I never knew I would get this much attention from other women though."

Kristin grabbed a towel and gestured to Tati's chest to wipe off the excess milk. "Someone told me about you and April, and now this too. I'll make sure no one else bothers you in here." She took in a breath. “You know, we've got hospital-grade breast pumps here. That way, you won't keep having these…incidents."

With the team complex being the size it was and totally unfamiliar, it took Tati several minutes before she was able to find the room Kristin talked about. Once inside, she noticed how dark it was, only a scarce amount coming from a dim red light. It was divided into stalls, not unlike the accessible ones in public restrooms, each door emblazoned with the Bats logo. They really pull out the red carpet for mothers, it seems. With her eyes adjusting to the low light, she could see there was a small common area: several televisions, foot massage booths, and even a fridge with a transparent door showing that it was full of drinks and food.

Tatiana made her way to the booth that was the most isolated, in a corner. Even with her shoes on, she was able to tell the dark beige carpet was plush under her feet. Once at the booth, she gave a courtesy knock and waited for several seconds then made her way inside. There was a loveseat-style sofa with invitingly soft-looking leather near a pump that appeared as top-of-the-line as the other accoutrements. She set her purse down on the ground and sat down, feeling her body absorb into the chair. Next she took off her shirt and bra and placed the suction device on her breasts. She flipped on the switch, and the device hummed followed by a gentle sucking feeling on her nipples and relief in her breasts. The combination of the pump, exquisite sofa, and being in a dimly-lit enclosed space caused her to relax into a semi-conscious state.

The sensations that came with breastfeeding often were tied with eroticism for most women. As the pump expelled milk from Tati, she found herself thinking about Devin. His handsome face and muscularity, the way he felt and his scent. She thought about his uncanny ability to sense her needs almost before she even knew them herself. On top of him being great in the sack, she thought. Before she knew it, she found herself stroking her penis with one hand and fondling her left breast with another as she thought about Devin.

A light rapping at the door pulled Tati out of her reverie. With the stall door closed, she couldn’t see much, but she could hear a voice—a male voice. She quickly put back on her clothes but was bothered by the fact that her nipples and penis stayed erect. I guess I'll have to keep to the dark to not look…improper, she sighed and opened the door. On the other side of the partition were two very large men; Tati felt a bit nervous but did her best not to show it. One with a gruff demeanor looked at her, eyeing her up and down. "You're not Grace!"