Milk

Jordan crossed her arms, watching the house out of the car's side window. "Man.  What's taking Kevin so long?"

The driver - himself a teen of legal age for your state or prefecture, as was Jordan - shrugged. "When I said we were going out he said he had to take a shower first."

"Yeah, but shouldn't he be done by now?" The brunette thought for a second before leaning forward between the front seats, blue eyes moving between the driver and passenger. "Wait, did he say 'take a shower' or 'take a shower -first?-'"

"'Take a shower first.'  Why?"

"Oh." She fell back into her seat. "Because I thought if it was the first one he was saying he didn't want to go."

"Whyzat?" the teen in the passenger's seat asked.

"Well, it's like how when women don't want to go out with you they say that they need to wash their hair.  It's a really lame excuse but you can't call us out on it because you'll look really dumb, like you're a Hair Nazi or something, so we get away with it."

The teen in the passenger's seat whipped around, gaping at her. "-That's- what that means?!"

"Anyway," Jordan said, opening the side door, "I'mma go pester him and see what's up.  If I'm not back in five minutes, keep waiting."


*****


As Jordan entered the house she heard the shower running, confirming both that Kevin did in fact want to take a shower -first- and that he took very long showers.  Her first instinct was to bellow his name and tell him to hurry up, but she discarded that plan once she realized that she was in his house with him preoccupied and without his parents anywhere nearby.  Thus unattended, she took advantage of the situation, choosing to indulge herself in forbidden desires.  Namely, poking around in his belongings.

Unfortunately the search didn't turn up anything of note.  His closet and drawers didn't hold anything aside from clothes, though she did discover that he prefered boxer briefs of all things.  Underneath his mattress was a plastic bag with half a dozen rolled joints in it, but she didn't know why he was so secretive about it considering his parents baked hash brownies the last time she and her friends were over.  His browser history was similarly uninteresting, and nothing she didn't hear him talk about before: Music, sports, porn, foreign action films-

"Wait a minute." She scrolled back up, taking a better look at the URLs, and her eyes widened. "Oh.  Oh my."

The shower came to an abrupt halt and Jordan hurriedly closed the program, quickly checking to see that everything was as she found it before scurrying into the living room and taking a seat, trying to look as casual as she could.  A short while later Kevin came down the stairs, dripping wet, with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh, hi Jordan.  I didn't hear you come in.  Been waiting long?"

"A little bit, yeah.  The guys are getting antsy," Jordan tried to say, but instead it came out as, "y- uh- um... th- um... wow." As her senses returned, she realized that she was staring and coughed nervously into her fist.  "Yes!  Yes, there's- there's been waiting!  Lots of... lots of it."

"Oh.  Well, just let me get some clothes on first, alright?"

"'kay," She watched him intently as he climbed back upstairs and, once he was out of sight, fidgeted madly as she turned a deep crimson. "Ohmygawdheisso-perfect-.  I should go up there and ask him out right now."  She stared eagerly at the top of the stairs.  "Yup.  Right now.  Gonna do it.  Gonna go right up there and definitely not chicken out and talk to myself about how I'm gonna do it.  I am totally going to stand up right now.  Right now.  Right.  Now."

Jordan slumped in her seat, sighing. "I can't do it.  He didn't even react when he saw me seeing him half-naked." She paused. "Oh no, did he friendzone me?  There's got to be some way I can-" She perked up. "Wait a second..."


*****


"Hello?"

"Kevin!  You have to help me!"

Her voice was panicked, and was so different that it took him a second to realize who it was. "Jordan?  Jordan, what's wrong?"

"Something's happened, I don't know what, I just- just come quick, okay?  I need you!"

"I'm on my way!  Hang tight!"


*****


The car came to a screeching halt in the driveway, and as Kevin climbed out he thanked whatever gods were responsible for the string of green lights and lack of police.  He charged towards the front door of the house, hammering on it with his fist. "Jordan!  It's me, open up!"

"Kevin!" he heard Jordan shout from inside. "It's open!  Hurry!"

Kevin threw open the door and sprinted inside, coming to a sudden halt just inside the living room.  He stared, jaw slack, at the sight before him.

Jordan was seated on the sofa, pinned in place by her own breasts.  Her normally modest chest was massive, swollen and heavy, pushing her shirt up and filling her lap with pale, creamy flesh that spilled over her thighs.  She looked up at him, cheeks burning. "I don't know what happened," she said.  She gently rubbed their sides, causing them to wobble and sway. "They just started... -growing-.  I didn't think they'd ever stop."

He shook his head slowly in disbelief as he approached. "But, how?"

"I don't know." She gently pressed her breasts together, forming a canyon of soft cleavage. "They're so heavy, Kevin.  So full.  My skin feels so tight." She looked at him with fearful eyes. "What if it happens again?"

His mouth moved wordlessly for a second before he finally asked, "is there something I can do?"

"There is something.  You have... you have to milk me."

"What?!"

"Please, Kevin.  You're the only person I can trust with this." Jordan rubbed her breasts again. "I can feel it sloshing around inside of me.  I need to let it out."

He stared for a moment before nodding, unsure. "Alright.  I, I'll do it."  Approaching, he knelt in front of her, hesitantly reaching out with both hands as she looked on.  He touched her gently, fingers brushing against puffy, swollen nipples, but pulling away as Jordan inhaled sharply. "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "They're... sensitive."

Nodding, Kevin reached out again.  Taking one breast in each hand, he began to knead.  Jordan whimpered as he worked her skin, fingers tracing circles, thumbs brushing against her.  There was a growing warmth between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together, gripping the sofa cushions as her face flushed.

He went to work on her nipples, gently squeezing and kneading them between thumb and forefinger, watching as they grew stiff.  Jordan stifled a moan as the warmth spread, spurred on by his actions.  Her sex tingled as the feeling of pressure building in her breasts suddenly rose.  She whimpered, trying to force the feeling down and ignore it as long as she could, but to no avail.

"Kevin," she panted, "I'm gonna..."

She pushed her breasts out as well as she could as beads of milk formed on her teats.  Kevin gave them a squeeze and was rewarded with two slow streams that ran down his arms.  He continued to knead them, fluid coming out in messy spurts that soaked his shirt and jeans.

Jordan had since abandoned all pretense of restraint, moaning and trembling as she was brought to orgasm.  She reveled in the sensation of release, pressing her breasts together as if to squeeze them dry.  The minutes felt like an eternity of pleasure as she continued to be milked, her breasts growing smaller as they were drained, drip by drip, by Kevin's nimble hands.

At last Kevin pulled away, his arms and clothes dripping wet. "Are you okay now?"

She cupped one breast, testing its weight. "They're a little swollen, but I think they'll be fine." A look of horror crossed her face. "But what if it happens again?"

"I..."

"Kevin." She leaned forward, taking his hand in hers. "You're the only person I can trust to do this for me.  Please.  Say that you'll help me."


*****


Her friend gestured. "So, what did he say?"

"He said yes," Jordan replied.

"...and that's when you started dating?"

"Not exactly."

"They never dated," Flora explained.

She stared. "They never dated?"

"It so happens that Kevin already had a girlfriend at the time."

Jordan threw her hands up. "I didn't know, okay?"

"Your entire plan was completely ridiculous, you realize."

"Well, trying to seduce him by going through his computer and finding out what his secret kinks were seemed like a really good idea at the time."

"He was a teenaged boy.  You could have just told him you were interested in him."

"He was Kevin Hathorn!  You just don't go up to Kevin Hathorn and say, 'I like you, let's go out.'"

"But you do invade his privacy and use the information gained from it to engineer an erotic lactation scenario which involved filling your own breasts with twelve gallons of milk."

Jordan crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat. "Okay, fine, I did stupid things when I was younger.  But who didn't?"

Their friend furrowed her brow in thought. "Wait a minute.  You were basically his fantasy, right?"

"Yeah?"

"But he stayed with his girlfriend.  So what was -she- like?"


*****


In the back room, one of the waitresses struggled with her shirt, trying valiantly to button it across her chest despite it being several sizes too large for her clothes.

"Hey, Anna," one of the other waitresses said. "Problems?"

"My breast pump broke."

"Again?  Couldn't Kevin help you?"

"He's out of town." Anna leaned to the side, looking through the doorway and across the restaurant at three young women seated at a table. "Could you handle those three for me?"

She followed Anna's line of sight. "Them?  What's wrong?"

"I dunno.  I just have a really strange feeling about them."