The Breasts Fill

"I'll leave you like this for now. It should take up to thirty minutes for the bags to empty." The nurse gave Lois a thin-lipped smile. "You'll feel a tightness in your chest, and there will be some swelling...after that you should feel it start."

The black woman looked up at a wall clock. "I'm on my break. Be back in thirty."

Like that, she was gone.

Lois let go of a breath she didn't know she had been holding. It was weird, she could still feel the needles in her breasts. And the strange fluid was draining out of the bags, straight into the reporter's tits.

"Do they hurt?" Maria was staring at the reporter, at the strange cups over her nipples, the tubes going into them.

"Not really, when I'm still." Lois replied, suddenly self-conscious, but glad the other woman was there. "When I move, I can feel it. But when I'm still..." The reporter hesitated, focusing on what she did feel. "...it's like a pressure building up, slowly but..."

She bit her lip, not sure how to describe it. During a period, sometimes her breasts would go up a cup size. They would be sore, tight, sensitive. This was...something else again. Lois almost felt like she could see it, a pale flush under her skin. Filling her up. Diffusing throughout her tissues.

"I think...I think I can see it." Maria's fingers hovered just about where the cups met Lois' breast-flesh. And she was right. Now that Lois looked at it, she could see that the flesh was growing...slowly, very slowly, almost too slow to see, but if you looked at the edge of the cup, the pale tit was rising over the edge, swelling gently...

"That's so hot," Maria's voice had an edge of awe to it...and Lois looked over to see that the woman's other hand was stretched under her skirt, up between her legs...and at the sight of that a warm blush ran across her cheeks, and she could feel a wet heat between her thighs as well.

"Yeah," Lois agreed. "That is hot..."