Weight On Her Shoulders

"Flores, what's going on with you today? I understand you've been gone for two months, but that performance was terrible." Tati couldn't help but feel the sting in the older woman's words, but she didn't react.

"I just can't use my full range of motion cuz of these,” Tati began, cupping her boobs for emphasis. “Ever since having my baby… My boobs keep getting in the way!" Coach was quiet for several seconds as she looked up and down her body, for what, Tati didn't know.

"Before my own children, I was like you, but even smaller. I had the chest of a twelve-year old-boy. Next thing I knew, my husband was pregnant and my chest exploded. Like yourself, I wasn't used to my now-maternal figure." She pointed at her own chest before continuing. "I didn't even need a bra before my eight kids. Men get to grow them, but we gotta feed 'em!" she chuckled. "We need you back in top form, Flores. Let me see what bra you've been wearing." Tatiana was hesitant at first; although she had been around women exposed before, this time was different. During practice, she saw how April and the other women stared at her. I don't want any more catty behavior from the team. She realized that, no matter what happened she was going to be the subject of speculation for a while. Tati took off her shirt and shivered as the cold air blew on her moist skin. "Hmm…the first thing I would suggest is to get a nice sports bra. Let me guess, you didn't even think about yourself on maternity leave?" She could only blush at the accurate statement.

"Kris is my first baby, so I was at his side constantly, and I was making so much milk that I felt like I became a dairy cow. Between me birthing—I mean, Devin," she quickly corrected herself, “I didn't have much time to get out. The only thing I did was some light exercise, watch TV, and feed my baby. As you said earlier, my performance was terrible."

“Well, you’re going through the exact same thing I did years ago. Here’s what I’ll do. We'll arrange personal lessons with me. Your new size means that your coordination and balance is off. Same thing happened to me. I had to relearn even simple stuff like jumping. Once I did, however, my performance was better than any other woman in the NVL." She put a hand on her chest, beaming with pride. "They called me Mammary Marissa. I won six Morgan Cups before I became a coach." Marissa nudged Tati's arm. "Besides, I wanna pass on my technique. Us big girls gotta look out for one another!” she winked.

It was times like this that reminded her that she wasn’t in her own reality. Seeing naked women was nothing new for Tati, but as the women undressed, she saw dozens of—in her eyes—male reproductive organs. It was so strange seeing them on display as if nothing was wrong. Then again, I guess it would be weird in my world too, she thought. Much like her own body, all of the women would be considered normal, if not for the penis. She took off her top first, feeling the cold air stiffen her nipples; she reached for the waistband of her skirt but hesitated. In her own world, being bottomless wasn’t technically exposing herself, as there was nothing but a flat groin; here she was going to expose herself far easier than what she would have liked. It was going to happen sometime, might as well get it over with, she sighed. Tati felt the fabric slide down her legs until they lay on the ground around her ankles. The exposure was too much; despite her dark skin, she could feel herself blushing as she placed one arm around her chest and a hand covering her penis. Just then April was next to her, wearing a towel around her waist, like earlier that day she found her staring at her chest. For a second, Tati thought she saw a dent forming underneath the towel, but she knew that was impossible since April was straight.

“What’s wrong? I know Kris changed you a bit, but I’ve never seen you afraid of showing off your goods.”

Because thanks to some weird magic, me, you, and every other woman has a twig and berries. Her brain then worked overtime to modulate that into a thought that would make sense. “I’m just not used to exposing myself like this. It was just me and my family for two months.” It wasn’t the truth, but neither was it a lie.

The warm water felt good on her aching muscles as the downpour slid down her body, she let out a sigh of relief. All around her she could hear conversations of the other women but Tati didn't care and closed her eyes and leaned against the wall as the water poured on her back, glad the day was over.

"Um…Tati?" A voice pierced the din, and she could tell it was April. She opened her eyes once again seeing her friend staring at her chest. What is with this girl?

"Yes, girl?"

"I don't know how to say this, but, um…" April glanced in either direction then placed a hand next to her mouth. “You’re leaking, sweetie,” she whispered. Tati felt her face grow hot, embarrassed. She looked down to see that indeed creamy warm white liquid flowed from her nipples. Why didn't I see this coming? This happened every so often, but she had fed Kris last night and pumped twice before heading out. April stood close staring in a way that reminded her of how a man would. Then, in a flash, April grabbed her chest and placed one of Tati's nipples in her mouth. Tati was too shocked to react and found herself moaning as her knees buckled. Against her will, she felt her penis become erect. It wasn't until she felt her penis rubbing against April's stomach did she gain her senses. Fighting through the unwanted ecstasy, she pushed her friend off and she fell to the ground.

"April...what the hell?!" she yelled. The only noise was the water as all the women stopped talking to see what the commotion was about. April's face turned red but didn't say anything. She wiped the remaining milk from her lips and stood up.

"It's just…everything in your life is perfect." She put a hand up, raising individual fingers for emphasis. "You’re the top player, you have a gorgeous husband, you’re pretty, and when you come back, not only are your tits bigger, they are the perfect tear-drop shape and they don't even have any hints of sag. It's not fair. I look like a girl next to you now!" she pouted.

April's confession caught Tati by surprise; they had been friends since high school, and never once did she see any signs of this resentment. Guess fame has changed her.

She couldn’t get the feeling out of her head as she thought of April’s homoerotic ****. Was this something unique to this world, or was she always like that? The question lingered on her mind as she drove home. Why did she **** her tits like that? Was April a lesbian, or at least bi and didn’t come out? So many things, on top of the jealousy she had confessed, made Tati wonder if their friendship was real. She parked her SUV into the garage, happy to be home and have a semblance of normalcy.

The first thing Tati noticed was how immaculate the house was… There’s no way Devin did all this. Her husband wasn’t a slob, but this was far beyond what he normally did. Every nook and cranny was scrubbed and wiped down and no specks of dust could be found. The next thing she noticed was a heavenly smell coming from the kitchen. Turning the corner, she saw Devin cooking on the stove and humming to himself. He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt and gray leggings that, while not exactly revealing, did show off his muscular physique. She hugged him from behind, happy for the masculine, solid presence he provided.

“How was it today?” Devin didn’t even jump as she thought he would. Still in her arms, he turned around to face her. I feel so tiny next to him, she thought as she craned her neck back to see his face, nine inches higher than her own. He was a tall six foot even man while she was five three. Devin kissed her on the forehead, and she was able to feel some stubble below his lips.

“I don’t really feel like talking about it right now,” she sighed, still attempting without success to process the day’s events.

“Well, dinner is almost ready and Kris is in bed, so whenever you’re ready to talk about it, babe, I'm here. It’s chicken parm night.” My favorite, Tati thought.

After dinner they watched television with Tati not really paying attention while she lay on Devin. Everything had revolved around her breasts, an attention she wasn’t used to. “Hey Devin, are my boobs too big?” She could tell he was caught off guard as he stiffened underneath her. Instinctually, she looked to his groin, trying to see if her words caused a reaction, but only saw flatness, which disappointed her slightly. She saw him looking directly at her breasts with lust.

"I… I… Uh… How do I say this?" he stammered before scratching his head in confusion. "Babe, you’ve caught me in a bind here. What am I supposed to do? Lie? We've been married for several years, you've always been beautiful to me…"

Tati couldn't help but blush a little bit. "It's, just… Look at them." She lifted her shirt. "Even my nipples increased in size. Literal mommy milkers." Devin's attention was on her chest; even though he now had a vagina, she could feel the sexual aura he was emitting. She loved teasing him and seeing his attention focused on her caused her to become aroused herself. Before she got too hard she put down her shirt. I still want to have sex with him, but I can't do it just yet. Devin having a pussy is still too weird for me.

"As much as I want to make love to you right now,” Devin interjected, reading the room, “we can't. Doctor said I have a few more weeks before I'm healed." He then reached into her panties and began to stroke her, running his hand along her penis. "It's been too long… I was thinking about this all day." The sensation she felt was different that what she normally used too but incredible all the same. "Guess what happened to me today?"

Tati was in a haze of ecstasy, only halfway listening. “Mmm?”

"Someone called me by my bachelor name. Can you believe that? It was a buddy of mine from college. I told him that I'm married now. He flipped when he learned that I am now Mr. Devin Flores, husband to the famous Tatiana Flores, NVL player." He kissed her neck, which caused her to moan.

"I thought...you said…we couldn't have sex," she panted.

Just then he stopped, smirking. "I did say that, but I wanted **** for you teasing and shoving your boobs in my face earlier. Good night!" He kissed her and closed his eyes like nothing ever happened. Tati lay in bed, shocked and sexually frustrated with her penis hard and night shirt damp with milk.