This Is Just The BEginning

Maria stroked Lois' cheek with the back of her hand, which felt down to rest on Lois' pierced nipple. The woman squeezed the swollen breast, and the mammary burned at her touch.

"Ow!" Lois said. "You're hurting me!"

"I'm sorry. I really am. But we have to get your ready." Maria started pulling and kneading the breast tissue, the oil hot against her skin. "It's not like normal breast augmentation is it? With implants, you can lose sensation. But with this..."

The woman grabbed Lois' upper two tits and squeezed hard, hands grasped around the darkening areolae, pulling up and away from Lois' body...and she could feel something there, inside her swollen funbags, responding to the motion as Maria grasped and pulled, grasped and pulled, taking a handful of tit-flesh and slowly squeezing and drawing it up until...

Lois could feel the excitement build within her, and she didn't understand it. Her breasts, her nipples had always been an erogenous zone. One that she would play with idly in quiet moments, when she took her bra off to let the ladies get some air, circling around and around to the hardening nipple. Some of her boyfriends had been breast-fiends, but they hadn't known how to play with her, really; they were only in it for themselves, the thrill of grasping, kneading, pulling softly, sometimes kissing and suckling, just to experience tits.

Maria, however, knew what she was doing. There was a method to her foreplay, some purpose to the way she drew her hands up under Lois' boobs, thumbs pressing down on the sides, always away from Lois' body, toward the nipples...the swollen nipples that were so much more sensitive than they had ever been before in Lois' life, and even her areolae were puffy now, standing out from the pale pink breast-flesh, domes upon domes surrounded by dark nipples like thumbtips, and Lois was wet. She had never had an orgasm just from her breasts before, and she was growing so close.

Now her lover redoubled her efforts, pressing harder, squeezing with all her might on Lois' overflowing mounds, almost straddling the reporter. Beneath the two massive pillows on her chest, Lois could feel the familiar tingle on her supernumerary teats, and wondered if they were growing too.

Then it happened. Lois felt weird, at first. The sudden expansion of her bust hadn't been accompanied by any sort of pressure, but now there was a definite feeling of fullness within her twins. It was almost like gas, the sort of painful, unpleasant fullness of something that wanted very much to get out...and she could feel it, beneath the skin, sort of filling her boobs up, the pressure growing moment by moment, and now it was painful, almost unbearable, but it was moving, slowly, encouraged by Maria's kneading and pulling, until it reached her nipples.

"That's it, baby...do it for me...express..."

Lois almost came, right then, with the first release. It was just such a relief, to have the pressure gone, that she almost didn't realize what was happening, until she looked to see Maria smiling, there, covered with liquid, still kneading at those mountainous bosoms. Pearly white liquid painted the woman's face, dripped down over her own modest bust.

She could see the headline now: Daily Planet's Star Reporter Milked.