Chapter 20: Into the Subconscious

This dream was Leah's raunchiest yet. Unlike before, which featured people she only vaguely knew, last night was different.

Like her dream with Adam, she was in her apartment. Only this time, she was in her bedroom, cuddling with two, sexy ladies. They were Pamela and Amy.

It started somewhat innocently, like a sleepover. The three of them were in their pajamas, lying next to one another. Leah was sandwiched in the middle. She felt warm, comfortable, and safe.

Then things took a turn.

Leah's penis began to harden, pressing against Amy. She tried to hide it, but her friends picked up on her body's reaction to them.

"It's okay Leah." Amy said, turning to face her friend. "It's natural. Just let it go."

Amy rubbed Leah's cock through her soft pajama bottoms. Then, a pair of hands came from behind, cupping her breasts. Pamela was joining in now.

"Yeah, Leah. We're just having fun, right? Don't you want to cut loose and see what your body can do?"

Leah moaned, finding difficulty in responding to their advances.

"I.... I dunno. I really want to hold out for the month. Can't we just save it until then?" Leah pleaded.

She could feel her pants getting tighter, the inside moistening with pre.

"Aw. Fine. We won't touch your cock." Pamela whined.

Leah felt relief, though it shortly vanished as she felt a hand brush against her vulva.

"W-what are you doing?!" Leah panicked.

"Relax, I'm not touching your cock. Besides, doesn't that feel nice?" Amy answered.

The redhead's hand, submerged under Leah's clothes, caressed the eager mound, dancing on and between her eager lips.

"Please...." Leah begged.

"Shhhhh. Everything's going to be okay." Amy whispered before slipping a finger into her cunt.

Leah gasped, and Amy's free hand rose to cover the futa's mouth. As Amy fingered Leah's neglected pussy, Pamela began toying with Leah's nipples.

"Mmmm, you've got nice titties, Leah. Have they gotten bigger?"

When Leah looked down, she was shocked by what she saw. Her breasts had ballooned in size, and were still swelling as Pamela fondled them! By the time they stopped, they were almost as big as her head! And her nipples had gotten bigger too, jutting almost a full inch out from her!

Leah let out a muffled scream, unable to cope with the transformation she was undergoing.

"You okay, Leah? They don't hurt or anything, do they?" Pam asked while groping her new assets.

Surprisingly, she was feeling okay. Great, in fact. It seemed getting bigger made them a lot more sensitive.

"You look so good with big boobs, Leah! Like a cute, sexy, little cow!" Amy chimed in, still finger-blasting her.

Her friend's words triggered something in her, like all the lust and euphoria she was feeling all came crashing down at once. Heat surged through her massive chest, something was rushing inside her, waiting to be free!

Again, Leah screamed, but in ecstasy, rather than terror. As Pamela's digits pinched down on her teats, she pulled them forward, and streams of ivory-colored milk arced outward.

Leah sat upright in bed, mentally replaying the dream over and over again. She didn't know whether to be afraid, ashamed, or turned on.

"Could this really be.... but that was a dream, unless.... is this a new side effect? What's happening to me?" she wondered, unsure of how to process this.

She brought a hand to her chest and felt one of the moist spots. It was directly over the nipple.

"There's only one way to find out."

Leah hopped out of bed, tore off her shirt, and walked to the bathroom mirror. Her boobs really were looking swollen. The sink hovered just beneath her, ever ready for what she was about to do.

"Here goes nothing." Leah said.

She clasped her nipples firmly and tugged. She closed her eyes and imagined it were Amy and Pamela's fingers doing the work. Her cock perked up from a sort of second-hand stimulation, but she couldn't worry about that now. She was beginning to feel something in her bosom, something not unlike the sensations from her dream.

When she opened her eyes, Leah looked down at her chest in confirmation. Small droplets of creamy-white fluid were dripping down onto the porcelain below.

She was lactating.