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Letting Down

by: Theo Winters

Written for Fenris49

>> Tuesday

Liz looked down at her sports bra; the white cotton was pulled tight over her full breasts and soaked with sweat from her workout, both front and back. The wet cotton pulled around her breasts, the material over her hard nipples was so soaked that she could see it beading at the surface.

With a sigh she pulled it off and threw it with the rest of her gym clothing. Wrapping a towel loosely around herself she walked to the shower. Her breasts felt tender under her towel and warmer than the rest of her body. Picking a stall away from everyone, she stepped in the shower.

The water felt good, washing the sweat and grime from her body. She dropped her head, letting it roll over her shoulders and down her back. Her body felt good, the warmth of her skin and the water matching the coldness in her belly from the protein milkshake.

Quickly she washed herself, cleaning her hair and her body. She had woken up late, her hand still in her pussy, and had to rush to the gym. The exercise made her feel better, and relaxed her. She was starting to look forward to the day, and to seeing Daisy. After the night before she had decided to spend the weekend with her, just the two of them doing whatever they wanted.

Liz turned off the water, drying herself with the towel as she hurried back to her locker. It only took a few minutes to pull her clothing on, but she still had to struggle with her new bra. The black fabric was not as giving as she was used to, and her larger breasts got in the way when she tried to pull on her stockings. After fumbling with them for a few moments she simply gave up with them. He blouse fit more snugly then before, and her skirt was tight as well, pulling over her ass

Checking herself in the mirror, she pushed a few stands of damp hair back over her ear then grabbed her things and headed out of the locker room. She was crossing through the lobby when she heard a voice call out behind her. "Excuse me."

She came to a stop and looked over her shoulder. The cute guy at the drink bar was leaning across it, smiling at her and holding something in his hand. His position was such as to pull his shirt over his chest, showing off his well built figure.

Liz looked at him for a moment, then turned around and walked over to the juice bar. "Yes?" she asked.

"You left this," he replied, holding out her membership card.

She blushed a bit and took the card from him. "Thank you," she said, feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm Mark," he said, offering her his hand.

"Liz," she said, taking his hand and giving it a brief shake.

He smiled and leaned a bit closer as he let go of her hand, close enough she could smell his aftershave. It wasn't very strong, but it seemed to suit him. "Liz, short for Elizabeth? That is a very pretty name. It suits you better than just simple Liz."

She blushed as she pulled her hand away. "But I'm just plain old Liz."

"There is nothing at all plain about you, Liz. Would you like another protein shake? I'll add some extra milk, it's good for the body." He said the last with a chuckle and a knowing smile.

Liz shook her head, sending her wet hair bouncing over her shoulders. "No, one is enough today. I'm trying to lose weight, not put on more, but thank you."

Giving her a smile he nodded and leaned back from the bar. "You have a good day, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," she replied, returning his smile. She then turned and rushed out to her car.

* * *

Liz was falling further behind on her work because her new bra was starting to bother her. The pressure hadn't been that bad on the way in from the gym, but it had been growing tighter throughout the day. The tight cups of her bra pushed her full breasts back against her chest and caused each moment to tease the fabric over her hard nipples. It made her squirm in her seat as she tried to concentrate.

With a heavy sigh she pushed herself away from her desk, kicking out her legs. She stretched her arms back, feeling the band of her bra dig tightly into her back. With a grunt she dropped her arms and picked up her coffee mug, disappointed that there were only a few cold drops clinging to the bottom of the glass.

She dropped it to the desk and sighed. It was probably for the best. The remains in the mug had been her third cup of coffee for the day, and a fourth wouldn't make her feel any better.

Slumping forward in her chair, she grunted again as her new bra dug even deeper into her body.

"Damn it!" she snapped, throwing off her suit jacket and starting to work the buttons on her top. Her fingers worked fast pulling each button free. As soon as the last one was open she pulled her blouse back over her shoulders and let it fall onto her jacket.

Reaching behind her back she struggled with the hooks on her bra, each one pulling her breasts even tighter to her chest. When she got the last hook free her breasts practically exploded under the fabric, springing forward, forcing the bra away, and bouncing heavily against her chest.

Liz let out a released gasp and slid her bra off. Her breasts were even bigger, swelling out from her chest, the fat nipples rising proudly on top of the soft flesh. Each one was the size of her little finger and jutting over an inch from her breasts. Her breasts themselves projected over a foot in front of her without even a hint of sagging.

She looked at the bra. The cups were so much smaller than her breasts were; it was amazing that they had ever fit. The front of the stretched bra cups was wet with sweat.

Glaring at the bra for a moment, she dropped it into the drawer with her old bra. Picking up her blouse she pulled it over her shoulders and started to button it up. She was glad she had worn a black blouse; it would hide the color of her nipples.

She had half the buttons closed up, the fabric straining under the pressure, when her office door opened. Liz gasped and spun her body away from the door, hunching down and trying to close her shirt. In her rush her fingers fumbled and instead forced two more buttons to pop open.

"Are you okay?" Daisy asked, her hands resting on Liz's back.

Liz shivered a bit. "Fine, I just need to fix my top," she said her hands fumbling with the buttons, starting to get them back into place.

Her girlfriend took her hands away, and a moment later Liz heard the door close. Daisy came around to look at Liz, her eyes going directly to the huge breasts even as Liz tried to hide them.

Daisy smiled and shook her head. "Let me do that," she said, pushing the hands away.

Letting her hands drop Liz looked over the blonde, her large breasts framed by the edges of her blouse.

"Wow, you've gotten big," Daisy said, looking at the large breasts for a moment. Her hands went up to grab the edge of the blouse, pulling them over the large mammaries until the edges meet. She held them together with one hand while closing each button with the other. When the last button was closed she let go of the shirt.

The fabric strained around the buttons, outlining her large breasts and fat nipples. There was a good amount of cleavage showing between the buttons, which seemed to shift and swell with each breath she took.

"You might need a bigger shirt," Daisy said, reaching up to rub at the hard nipples.

Liz shivered, jolts of pleasure running between her nipples, each one almost enough to bring her to an orgasm. "I'm okay, Princess; I'm just swollen," she protested, her voice and knees weak. Carefully she took a step away, picking up her jacket and sitting down on her chair.

The smaller woman looked down at her fingers, rubbing them together with a small smile. "I think it's nice, nothing you should worry about, but you spilled something," she finally said.

Looking down Liz let out a slight gasp as she saw two wet mark starting to spread out from around her nipples. Her hands shaking, she reached up and touched her breasts, trying to ignore the jolt of pleasure. The slight pressure was enough to spread the growing wetness.

A shiver ran over her whole body. Carefully she squeezed each nipple, a moan escaping her lips as the wetness started to roll down her shirt, soaking the black fabric and causing it to stick to the curve of her flesh.

"I guess you found a way to relieve the pressure," Daisy said, her hands reaching out for the wet nipples.

Liz shook her head and covered her chest with her hands, or at least tried to, her breasts were far larger than her grasp. "I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you will be," her girlfriend said with a heavy smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe you should head home. You're in no condition to work."

"I'm fine, it's nothing. It will go away soon. I've got to get everything finished before three."

Daisy shook her head, her blonde hair bouncing around her face. "Okay. I'll get you some coffee," she said, picking up the mug and slipping back out of the office.

Letting out a sigh Liz slumped back into her chair, wanting to protest that she didn't need coffee, but unable to get the words out in time. She looked down at her soaked shirt instead. She had no idea what was going on with her breasts, but felt that the leaking from her nipples had to be the end of it. The swelling would go down now that it had a way out.

Just to be safe she picked up the phone and made an appointment with her doctor for that Saturday. She was reluctant to tell him what was going on, just that she was seeing some discharge from her nipples, and no, she wasn't pregnant.

As she set down the phone she wasn't surprised to find a cup of coffee waiting for her just at the edge of the desk. She gave it a sharp look, then picked it up and took a long drink. There was a lot to do and very little time left for her to do it.

Setting the mug down she took a deep breath, getting ready to settle down to work when she heard a heavy creaking sound coming from her desk. She craned her head down just in time to see one of her buttons break free and fly across the room.

The change of pressure caused the other buttons to start to pull and creak. She watched them pull at the fabric, the threads starting to fray. Two more broke free at the same time, one hitting her computer and the other flying across the room to hit the wall. Her breasts were spilling out the opening, the fabric caught on her fat nipples.

Liz shivered, looking down at the site of her exposed breasts, bulging out of her blouse like some kind of peep show. She reached out and grabbed the edge of her blouse, pulling it away from her breast, scraping over her fat nipples. The remaining buttons stayed in place, holding the shirt tight around her chest. With a grunt she just ripped the blouse open, the rest of the buttons bouncing around the room.

She let out a sigh and looked down at her breasts, wiggling her shoulders a bit to make then jiggle. With a sigh she decided she had to ignore them and get back to work. Hunching over she rested her breasts on the desktop and tried to do her job.

* * *

Liz stumbled through the door of her apartment well after nine in the evening. As soon as the door closed she let go of her shirt, allowing it to part around her breasts. Panting she pulled her jacket and shirt off, throwing them to the ground.

She kicked her shoes off and worked on getting the last of her clothing removed before stumbling back to her bedroom. Throwing herself down onto her bed she sighed and closed her eyes, the slightly chill air of her home tingling over her nude skin.

With her eyes closed she tried to relax, tried to force away all the problems of the day, trying to forget all about them. Her bra, her shirt, her job, everything had seemed to go wrong. She'd missed every deadline that day and was the last one out of the office. She was so late she had an encounter with the janitor, who got a full view of her swollen breasts

The unfamiliar weight of her chest pushed her down onto the bed. The perpetually hard nipples still jutted high in the air, the nipples leaking something not quite like milk. It had come and gone throughout the day, but had never really stopped. Each time she touched them or even just her breasts sent more pleasure through her.

With her eyes still closed she reached up to touch the hard flesh of her tits, feeling her fingertips coming away wet. She slowly moved her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, tasting it. It was a hint of milk, but watered down until it was almost tasteless.

Even so she reached down and rubbed her fingers in the thin milk, gathering up more of it, and licking it free, enjoying the weak taste. The touch itself sent warm chills through her body, crossing over her chest to burn in her cunt.

She started to rub her breasts with both hands, feeling over her soft flesh, exploring it with her fingers, feeling it give and press around her fingers. She worked her palms over her fat nipples, teasing them with each little twist of her hands.

Liz let out a whimper. Her eyes still closed she felt the fire starting to swell between her legs, her juices starting to flow as free as the milk from her tits. Pressing her breasts together, she shoved them up, leaning her head down and extending her tongue. Her tongue sank into her cleavage, tasting her breasts for the first time. She could taste her skin, the sweat of the day, and the milk that seemed to cover the whole of her chest.

With a moan she lifted her right breast up and sucked the nipple into her lips. The connection between her mouth and her nipple sent a jolt of lighting through her body. She bucked on the bed, starting to suck at her nipple, tasting the thin milk as it flowed from her, pure and fresh, like nothing she had ever tasted before.

She rubbed and teased her other breast as she started to drink, feeling the milk flow faster, filling her mouth. With each gulp of it the taste grew stronger on her tongue, teasing her lips and throat before settling into her belly. The milk was growing hot, matching the heat she felt in her body, and relieving some of the pressure she hadn't even know she was feeling.

Dropping one breasts she lifted the other one, wiggling on her bed. She slowly sucked the fat nipple past her lips, latching on and nursing again, pulling more of the fresh milk into her mouth. She could feel the pressure growing in her twat as she drank it down, her belly starting to feel tight with all she had drunk.

With the last drops of milk filling her belly she dropped her nipple from her lips. She panted happily, slowly teasing her thumbs over her nipples. The milk was heavy in her belly, but it felt so good, perfect and warm. Her fingers teased her breast, rubbing in long circles and teasing her thumbs over her nipples.

Everything was so perfect that she fell asleep without ever turning off the lights.

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This story was written and copyright 2009 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be milked.