Jasmine

Whitney dialed Jasmine’s number and the phone began to ring. Whitney waited for a few seconds before Jasmine picked up.

“Hey Whitney,” Jasmine said.

“Hey,” Whitney said, embarrassed. “Can I get your help? I’m at my house and I have a… problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

Whitney could barely get her words out. “Just… just get over here, okay?”

Whitney sat down on her bed and squeezed her breasts a bit. She inspected the milk leaking from her breasts. She decided she’d suck on one of her tits.

Whitney enjoyed the nice, sweet taste, a bit like sugar. She continued to suck on her nipple until she heard the doorbell. Whitney sighed and walked down the stairs. She walked to the door and cracked the door, it was Jasmine.

“Are you okay?” Jasmine asked. “What’s going on?”

“Just come in,” Whitney said, her flushed with embarrassment.

Whitney opened the door while hiding behind it until Jasmine walked in. Whitney took a deep breath and closed it. Jasmine stared at her for a long time. Whitney felt more embarrassed as Jasmine looked her up and down.

“Where are your clothes?” Jasmine asked. “And are you… lactating?”

“There was an incident at the gym,” Whitney said. “Some kid was about to lose to me for the tenth time and… he just used fire blast at me. It burned off all of my clothes and then he sent out a hypno and… and he hypnotized me into lactating… endlessly.”

“I hope you didn’t give him a badge,” Jasmine said.

“He made me choose… the badge or an endless orgasm… I chose to give him the badge.”

Jasmine looked over Whitney again. “I’m no psychic expert, so why’d you call me?”

“You’re nice, and I found another effect… I can’t figure out how to um… put my… um… clothes on.”

“So you want me to get you dressed?” Jasmine asked.

“Yes,” Whitney said. “Then I need your help getting in touch with Flannery, she knows where to get custom bras. That could help with my milk and my new size.”