Less then ideal

Frank’s Breeder Path: Frank has began to subliminally program Liz to bear him all the children he wants. Increased motherly instincts, desires to have her breasts suckled, and an aversion to birth control. – target 199 – roll 65 (15+ 50) – target failed – subliminal strength 50

This was at least the tenth time she had woken up with this pressure in her tits and it was the worst one yet. The first time she just needed to rub and massage her breast for a minute and it faded away. By the fourth time it happened, rubbing wasn’t enough, it wasn’t until she roughly pinched her nipples that it went away.

Looking at herself in the mirror she bit her bottom lip twisting her nipples past the point that felt safe. It wasn’t enough, she didn’t even know how to escalate from here. She wished they were big enough she could suck her own nipple. For a second, she entertained the idea of asking Frank to give them a quick suck. There was no blood relation or anything and he was a half decent looking man… no, she shook her head letting go of her nipples which were red from her aggressive nipple play.

[Intrinsic thot: The soreness of my tits would be relieved if I stimulated them. I need to find a breast pump to calm down the pressure.] – target 100 – roll 121 (71 + 50) – target achieved – current subliminal strength 53

If she didn’t have anyone she could ask, and if she couldn’t do it herself, she should het mechanical aid… her mother had a box of baby stuff in the basement, her old clothes and shoes and gear... she was almost sure her mothers old pump was down there, might need batteries or something but there was no reason it wouldn’t still work.

The very idea of wearing a bra right now was repellent, the pressure was bad enough already. She put on a plain white t-shirt that wasn’t exactly tight and stopped just above her navel. Then she put on a pair of black lulu lemon tights with no underwear. The cameltoe was minor and she felt the need for comfort over fashion right now.

The door to the basement was in the kitchen and so was Frank. She really didn’t have much reason to go down there so it would be awkward to just walk past him but she really didn’t want to talk either.

Her bare feet pattered on the floor as she entered the kitchen and found Frank putting down a plate for her as well as a tall glass of milk for each of them.

“sit, sit” he said gesturing for the chair and despite Liz’s objections she couldn’t think of anything she could say that wouldn’t make her look insane but the pressure was getting worse with every passing minute, she couldn’t stop thinking about the breast pump just down those stairs.

Her nipples poked through the front of her shirt but Frank either didn’t look at her the way she thought he did or he was being too polite to say anything.

She tried to eat quickly but every bite felt like it took forever time seemed to slow to a crawl and the damn ache of her tits was so much worse then when she woke up.

Frank was, of course, completely aware of her discomfort. He loaded facebook on his phone and confirmed the event was still on. Taking advantage of her distraction he set plans for the day with her well she ate.

“We have spent this last month cooped up in this house, your mothers illness has been weighing heavy on both of is and for your birthday we should get outside, get some air and then ill take you to the mall and buy you something, whatever you want ok?” he conveniently left out the fact that his planned path was going to take her right through the middle of a mass breast feeding protest.

Liz nodded her head quickly dropping her fork on the plate with a clatter. “my friend Tiffany needs to borrow my softball glove…I think its downstairs, ill see you in a bit, we can go out then… sound good?”

“Of course” said Frank with a smile raising his glass of milk he locked eyes with her and she felt frozen on the spot as he tipped the glass and with loud gulps that filled the room and amplified the pressure in her chest 10 times over Drained it.

He put down the glass with a loud “ahhh” as a bit of milk ran down the side of his mouth. Liz left without another word quickly going down the stairs.

She ran to the storage area she knew the box to be and without any reservations started throwing things out of the way until she found them, two breast pumps and the dusty glass bottles that attached to them.

The battery compartment was empty but she went to the cabinet at the bottom of the stairs and after more frantic digging she found 4 mismatched double A batteries wasting no more time she loaded the batteries and ripped off the shirt leaving it on the floor she stumbled back to the box of baby supplies and placed the first over her left nipple and flipped the switch.

The old machine sounded its age but in no time she felt the suction kick in and the relief was immediate. The other was put in place just as easily and she nearly collapsed against the wall from the relief and pleasure.

She picked up one of her baby onesies and found it soooo much cuter and more adorable then she ever had in the past.

She heard footsteps on the stairs and in a panic ducked behind the storage area she pulled the box out of.

“Thought you might like some help looking for your glove” said Frank in a friendly tone as his legs came into view.

Liz looked down at the pumps working her nipples, it would be way to obvious if frank came down now but she didn’t know if she could stop yet, it hadn’t been long enough. Oh crap what should she do.