Look in the mirror

The mirror is tall, displaying a clear view of your entire body, for better or for worse. You get a good view of your enlarged breasts, and the significant amount of cleavage displayed by the too-small leather shirt. Subconsciously tugging at the edge of the fabric to futilely try and cover up more of your nipples, you can't help but notice that the mirror is not copying your actions.

In fact, your reflection does something quite different, and unzips the shirt completely, mouth forming in the shape of a silent gasp as her boobs bounce freely. Her hands quickly find the pointed tips of her nipples, and within seconds manage to coax out a steady stream of milk, the white liquid tracing lines down the front of her curved mounds.

You feel yourself strangely becoming aroused as your reflection continues to milk its teats, and you can't help but think about the fact that you have your own pair hanging on your chest, and just how full they do feel. Even as you contemplate joining the reflection, however, her mouth opens in a noiseless cry, and her breasts start to openly spray jets of milk. The liquid seems to splash up against and stick to the mirror's surface, and drops turn into pools, until eventually your reflection is completely out of sight between an opaque white wall.

Your arousal is painfully apparent, a clear dampness in your groin, and drops of milk start to drip unbidden from your covered nipples.