Sore Breasts

Lois looked down at her belly, expecting to see it distended even further from her pigging out—but while it still appeared more bloated than usual, it didn't appear much bigger than before. What she did notice were her breasts.

It began with a kind tightness, as though the skin were too small—something the reporter had felt before, during her period, when it wasn't uncommon for her breasts to bloat a bit, sometimes requiring her to go up a cup size with her bras. Yet this felt...different. There was a soreness around the nipples, and up along the sides, almost to her armpits. Lois frowned and touched her left breast, just below the nipple.

"Ow!"

Lois flushed at the instinctive exclamation of pain...and also by the sudden flush of excitement that had swept through her. In fact, her nipples were already standing out, from just the cool air from the kitchen vents playing on her tits.

Frowning, Lois' ran through the possible explanations—and decided that under the circumstances it might be a good idea to do her monthly breast exam self-check a little early.

Returning to the bathroom, Lois stood before the mirror again. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were rather small, which fit her frame, perky little handfuls in a half-teardrop shape, topped with pink nipples. They still were, for the most part...though they looked a bit swollen, no more so than they might during any other period...

The reporter raised her arms up and placed her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest forward, wincing slightly at the pain along the sides, under her armpits. She examined the skin closely in the mirror, but there were no apparent lumps...although the skin definitely felt tighter when her back was arched like that.

Placing her hands on her hips, Lois bowed forward slightly, letting her girls "hang"—and they did, more than usual. It was really obvious how far her nipples were jutting out from this angle, and that the "girls" had more sag. Lois frowned, wondering if that meant anything...but decided to move on.

Lois raised her right arm, taking her left hand and pressed three fingers firmly against the upper outside part of her tit—and winced immediately as her fingers sank into the now ultra-sensitive tissue. Grimacing against the pain, the brunette began describing a slow circle around her breast, running her fingers lowly but smoothly along the soft, sensitive skin, checking for lumps, working her way in toward the nipple.

The soreness did not go away...nor did the sensual sensitivity. By the time Lois ha neared her areola, she was almost panting, nipple rock hard. She had never gotten this turned on from breast play, much less a self-exam, but there it was...

Finally, as Lois reached the puffy, visible swollen nipple, she gently wrapped her fingers around the pink nib, right around the base, and gave a firm but gentle squeeze.

Lois felt, before she saw, the discharge.

It was a golden yellow, thick and creamy, emerging directly from her nipple, the warm fluid running over her fingers. There was pain, her nipples more sensitive even than the rest of her breast, but there was also an odd feeling of the release of pressure, and a burst of sensual desire that almost made her want to hump the corner of the sink.

Lois stood there, watching the fluid drip out of her left nipple—and noticed undeniably, that even in the few short minutes she had been standing there, that they looked...and felt...heavier than they had a moment ago.