You're lactating

Stopping in front of the mirror, your female reflection stands there with her short height and belly exposed. There are two glaring wet spots on the shirt's white fabric around your nipples. Having watched porn starring pregnant sluts, you have a pretty good idea of what it might be. But a part of you is still having trouble accepting it. Like, you weren't even a girl right, you couldn't possibly be...

You gulp down as the void between your legs feels more distinguishing than before.

You grab and slowly begin to lift your shirt up. Your breasts are large enough to get caught up on the fabric and flop once they are left revealed in front of the mirror.

As your eyes watch their reflection, you notice some white droplets coming out of your nipples.

"Fucking hell." You hear your girly voice curse as you discover yet another inconvenience that came with this body.

But instead of doing anything, you just stand there looking at yourself in the mirror. You can't help but think that that chick in front of you looked so hot showing her milking tits like that.

You shake your head, reminding yourself of the problem you have to fix.

You decide to get out of the shirt, maybe you'd wear it again when when the milk has dried off. Once you're out of it you take a look once again.

You're still leaking...

You grab a piece of toilet paper and pathetically try to staunch the flow. The paper soon starts to get a bit soggy, with no signs of stopping. You throw it in the trash and start thinking of your options.

It is then that you remind yourself of the tight and heavy feeling in your chest, almost as if they were full with something. You were no expert in biology, almost flunking it in highschool, but even you know some basics. Such as how milk is stored inside a woman's boobs.

Is that what is possibly happening? Are you so full with milk that it started to just leak out? Is that normal amongst pregnant woman? Should you find a doctor?

You decide that whatever the answer to those last two questions, they're not going to help you at the current moment. You figure that if you just... milked your tits enough, they would probably stop leaking.

You grab some of your right boob with a single hand and point it towards the sink. There is some anticipation if not outright ****. You've never done such a thing, not even when you still had your balls with you. Remembering some porn you watched with this blonde milf milking herself, you mimick what she did and apply some pressure. Surely enough, a thin jet of liquid sprays out from your darkened nipple.

What's this strange feeling that rushed through your body just now?

You try to ignore it as you grab your other boob and repeat the process. Your small fingers apply a measured amount of strength and the maternal substance flows out of you. You're trying your best to gush it down the sink, but some spurts miss wildly. A couple of times it hits the mirror in front of you, some other times you get some on your exposed baby bump. You were initially annoyed if not embarrassed by your situation, but soon enough, you find yourself fully immersed in the process of milking your own tits. You bite your lip. There's this feeling that you've been storing so much of the stuff, and the fact that it came out in these short jets meant that you have to keep doing it over and over again.

But what worries the most is the constant tingling you're feeling between your legs. You rub your thighs against one another to confirm and get a reply in the form of a sweaty and moisty sensation down there.

A part of you knows what it is, another part curses at the biological reactions from your body. Some other part feels the urge to cry given your pitiful circumstance whilst another tells you to man up and milk these tits.

The baby kicks, as it to argue that it'd be more appropriate to say woman up perhaps. The thought of punching your belly crosses your mind, but it would probably be too painful so you just let it go for now.

You're not sure how long you've been standing there milking yourself on the bathroom's sink. Maybe some five or ten minutes. But eventually the streams of white liquid turn into a few droplets and you let yourself sigh in relief. You notice that your breasts no longer feel as heavy as before.

Who could thought a girl can have that much milk inside, eh?

You look down at your fingers covered with the product of your maternity. You consider for a second. You probably shouldn't, but you've never had the opportunity of sleeping with a pregnant chick before and you don't plan on having kids besides the one that's currently growing inside you.

The curiousity is too much to bear.

You bring them to your tongue before giving it a lick. It tastes different than what you're used to. Like, it's got a little sweeter and lighter flavour if compared to normal cow milk. You don't find it to be too disagreeable. Maybe when you're thirsty and there ain't anything else around you could...

"What the fuck you're thinking Lucas?" You say it out loud to yourself with a hand to your forehead, as if realizing the absurdity of the idea.

You grab the shirt you've gotten out of and head back to your room to get a new one.