Her Breasts Are Growing

As Maria drank from her swollen, aching teat, Lois looked down at the young woman's own breasts and her breath caught in her throat. When Lois had first met Maria, the young woman's breasts had been a little bigger than her own—heftier, but saggier, less perky. Now they seemed fuller...and...she squinted, focusing on the outlines...but they seemed to be getting larger.

It was hard to tell, because Maria was moving, mouth sucking hard, teeth grazing Lois' sensitive nipple on occasion. But they definitely seemed a little bigger than before, the nipples and areola puffier, standing out from the breasts like little pink hills with rounded towers on top. Idly, the reporter reached down to caress one of those tits, feeling the warm heat of Maria's body in the palm of her hand, sliding the fingers down underneath, where the skin was soft and a little sweaty, and she could feel the young woman's heart beat...

Maria mistook the action and reached her own hands up to grasp the tit she was suckling on, squeezing gently, making the milk jut out faster into her mouth. Lois gasped, shocked at the sudden handling and release...and more shocked at the sexual thrill that stabbed through her body. Her breasts had always been an erogenous zone, but they had never been so sensitive.

The breast that Lois was holding felt heavier. Lois looked down at it. The warm mammary still filled her palm quite well, but there was a hint of pressure...the soft flesh was pressing against her fingers, the wobbly nipple on top now fully erect. Lois tried to imagine how it had looked, only a minute ago. If there was growth it was slow...subtle...but definitely faster than normal.

"Maria," Lois asked. "Have you...ever done this before?"

Still latched on to the nipple, the young woman blinked twice and then shook her head slowly from side to side.

"So you don't know if this milk has any side effects?"

Another head-shake, slower this time.

"Well, I think we need to look at you in the mirror." Lois pulled back slightly, though Maria did not let go of her nipple. The breast didn't feel empty, exactly, but it definitely fell a lot more comfortable than it had a few minutes ago, the internal pressure almost gone. Lois' other breast, however, was feeling heavier and heavier, almost painfully full.

"Just for a moment. Then maybe you can do the other one...even me out a bit."

Reluctantly, the young woman detached. The reporter's nipple felt cold, wet, and a bit sore...although no more so than after a pleasant sexual encounter. With a sigh, Maria stood up and helped Lois to her feet. The reporter staggered a moment, unused to the new weight on her chest. She didn't feel heavier, exactly, but her center of gravity had definitely shifted a bit higher and forward, and Lois could feel it in the muscles of her back, shoulders, and neck.

Together, they turned toward the dressing room mirror. Maria's breasts definitely looked bigger to Lois—they seemed to sag a little lower and spread a little wider. The blue veins beneath the skin were a bit more prominent too.

"They...might be a little bigger." Maria conceded. "Here, help me put my bra on."

Reaching down into a drawer, the bartender came back with a white bra with little lace frills. She slipped the straps over her shoulders hunched forward to fit her chest into the cups. Without a word, Lois grabbed the dangling straps at her back and tried to close the clasp.

There was resistance. Lois heard Maria grunt, saw the straps begin to dig into the woman's shoulders so the skin poked out around it. More than that, she could feel the strain in the straps as she inched the two ends of the clasp closer and closer together...

"I...I don't think it fits...oh god..." Maria stammered. "Look at my tits."

Lois stopped what she was doing and peeked over the young woman's shoulder...and stared. The bra was definitely too small. Tit-flesh was bunching up and almost ready to spill out of the cups, and the veins beneath the skin were definitely more prominent.

Maria's hazel eyes were spread wide, taking into account her new cleavage.

"Your titty-milk made my boobs grow," the young woman whispered.