Pamela wakes up early and milks herself, just like any other day

Pamela was woken up by the familiar aching in her breasts. Rolling onto her back she stretched and mewled quietly, one hand shifting up to cup one of her full tits. After a moment of writhing the naked girl convinced herself to open one eye and looked towards the window; seeing the faint early morning glow made her groan.

It was Saturday and she had planned to lay-in. She was even tempted to spend the whole day in bed; after hearing the things Bianca had changed she felt a need to be alone to contemplate it… she couldn’t stop imagining the way the world used to be and it made her anxious, it sounded awful. Regardless, her plan to stay in bed had apparently been ruined by her tits.

Sitting up, she yawned and moved to her dresser to pull on a pair of fresh pink boy-short panties; it was Saturday, she decided she didn’t need to dress up for anyone and it meant she could keep her sex-mark covered a little better. She was self-conscious of the fact that seeing Thomas’ name on her ass was probably upsetting Kyle.

Pamela headed for the bathroom absentmindedly massaging her nipples as she walked, her dark hair dishevelled from sleep.

She knew it was her fault; if she had wanted to lay-in she should’ve milked herself last night before she went to bed. She’d spent yesterday morning fucking Thomas, headed straight from there to class all day and then had to deal with their house meeting last night, she’d not had time to drain her tits.

Thinking about milking made her whimper as she remembered what Bianca had admitted to changing last night, she could still hear her describing it in her head…

“No, he’s right! We had to, uh, get guys to milk us before. It was inconvenient and when you couldn’t find a guy you could get way too full. Just like we need guys for sex, we needed them to milk us too” That had freaked Pamela out, sure guys drank from her tits all the time but the idea of needing them to or not being able to empty herself was awful! When Bianca had tried to reassure her it had just made the whole thing even more surreal for the latina, “…but I changed it, and made things better, see? We don’t need a guy to milk us anymore, we can milk ourselves and because of my change it’s like it never happened… you have no memories of needing a guy to milk you, just like I have no memories of having hair growing on my body”

Of course, Pamela thought to herself, Kyle had been triumphant when Bianca had made that reveal, he’d insisted that it didn’t make sense that girls needed guys for sex but could milk themselves, and he had been proved right.

Pamela shook herself from the memory and stepped into the bathroom with a languid sigh. It was just as it had always been; porcelain toilet, shower, milking tray, wash basin, towel rack… Pamela struggled to comprehend how it must’ve been before, needing a guy to help her with something like this, milking trays weren't designed to be used with two people at them!

She grabbed one of the re-usable plastic containers from the cupboard and put it under the drainage spout of the porcelain milking tray, leaning over the edge of it to let her tits hang more comfortably free she started to squeeze her nipples in that familiar pleasurable rhythm. Pamela’s eyes lazily closed and she bit her lip and started panting breathlessly at the familiar pleasure radiating from her nipples. The little squirts of milk spraying from her tits trickled into the waiting container as she writhed in position, squeezing her legs together and letting out soft, breathless moans.

Her parents had an electric milking tray at home; not that that was an option for Pamela, she was on a student budget after all and there was no way she could warrant spending so much on an electric milker.

She shuddered in position, it was nothing like the pleasure of a cum-gasm but still it left her hot and as she continued to milk her right tit with one hand she let the other drift to her panties, flipping them down her thighs so she could stroke herself, just to take the edge off.

After several minutes Pamela could feel her right breast was pretty much drained so she switched hands to work on her left. Opening her eyes she glanced to her side at the bathroom mirror, looking at herself; her ass raised up as she stood bent over the milking tray, panties around her thighs and her hands working feverishly at her body. Her skin obviously pink with pleasure as she looked at her sex-mark again and sighed reading Thomas’ name, reversed by her reflection.

She’d never let Thomas drink milk straight from her tits before, his forwardness and perverted ideas had always made sure she kept him well away from her breasts… but that had been before she’d found out about his cock... Pamela stopped milking herself with pink cheeks, she wasn’t fully empty, but that was good because she’d just decided she wanted to keep some for Thomas for later that day.

She licked the grape flavoured pussy juice from her hand and then grabbed a tissue to dry her nipples. Pamela had spoken to Bianca about how often she seemed to taste like grape in the morning but Bianca didn't think it was anything to worry about.

On shaky legs she pulled her panties back up, grabbed the container, closed the lid and then padded on bare feet towards the kitchen. The rest of the house was quiet and Pamela figured everyone else was asleep, she hoped she hadn’t woken anyone to the sounds of her milking herself, but she really couldn’t have held it much longer.

She slipped her milk container into the door of the refrigerator, sitting it alongside hers and Bianca’s half-empty bottles from yesterday. The containers were colour coded for days of the week, so it was easy to tell which bottles were fresh.

The cold air of the refrigerator wafting against her freshly milked, exposed and highly sensitive nipples made Pamela shiver and she stepped back as quickly as she could, covering her tits with an arm before she shut the door and then headed back to bed.

With that taken care of, she told herself, she was going to have that lay-in she’d wanted…