The next morning

You wake the next morning feeling oh so satisfied. After Brad suckled your breasts, the two of you made love for what must have been hours. Brad is still sleeping next to you.

You get up and got to the bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror you have to stop and do a double take... Are.. my tits bigger? You think to your self. Finding your bra you put it on to measure and quite right, your nice C-cups seem to have grown to at least a D. They are also alot more sensitive. You stroke them gently and as you brush your nipple droplets start to form. And these are not opaque. This is milk... white milk.

You think back to the events of the night before, and how much Brad seem to enjoy this. You crawle back into bed where Brad is still sleeping. You snuggle up in front of him, and gently lifts his head into your lap. He squints at you as he wakes up looking straight at your now leaking breasts.

"I thinks there's a little more in them today honey. Better drink up before I spill all over the sheets."

Brad eagerly gets to work, suckeling on your tits and you can actually feel the release as the pressure in your chest drops. As he moves from one breast to the other you see the tent he is pitchin in the sheets, and you reach your hand down there. He cock is rock hard, and as he happily consumes the milk flowing from your breasts, you start stroking his shaft.

Sparks fly from your brain, your breasts and your pussy as you feel the orgasm building. Is it possible to cum just from him sucking your tits? As you feel him finishing the last drops of your milk, you can feel his cock start to pulsate and as he moans and shoots his load all over you fingers it is enough to push you over as well.