Cry Over Spilled Milk

Jessica figured the same. Most of her worries were from the past when the weight first started coming on. Not only was it too late to worry about her push up bra, it was a non-issue for the new future that was unfolding at that very moment..

"I didn't clock out."

"Let it run. Consider it severance pay." Sally paused for Jessica to take a seat, then continued. "Wow, I can't believe it. You're finally done after all this time." Ms.Hightower shook her head, sipping on a cup of joe she'd just prepared.

"Me neither. It's been a whirlwind of a month; two actually."

Sally was a middle-aged woman, nothing remarkable about her features or form. All her praise was closely linked to the diner she'd opened herself when she was seventeen. It was a classic looking sort of place, record players used as decorations and the fender from an old car Jessica never recognized was mounted to the bar. Dalmation tile floors made the numerous misprinted road signs on the walls pop in their metallic reds and yellows.

"And you're positive? You don't want me to keep a place for you here just in case?"

"I do wonder at times."

"Say the word, sweety. You're my right hand around here; I don't shy away from admitting that. I'd turn this world upside down to keep you here."

The girl with a whole new life ahead of her lost some of her perfect posture and leaned into the table. The weight of her chest — the weight of something — came to the forefront. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"It's a touchy thing but here goes: I'm not sure I want to leave. I told you about the house and the new job and about Faye. Something just doesn't feel right about it."

"You just nervous? This is a big step."

Jessica's heart sped up so she rest a hand at the center of her chest to calm it. Most of what she felt were her huge breasts, which annoyed and reminded her of the pleasures of a fuller body. "I'm nervous too. But it's something else. Makes me angry — angrier than I've been in a while. I don't know why I'm pissed to be handed such great things."

"Are you jealous?"

"That Faye's steadily improving her life? Getting richer and hotter and better networked? Heck yea, I'm jealous."

"What do you mean 'her' life? You girls are sharing this life, aren't you?"

The tan girls paused everything — breathing included. Had she meant to segment herself away from Faye then? "Right. It's our life," she corrected. "I guess it isn't jealousy?"

Sally had a frown that could wrinkle a dead man. She'd run off customers with it when they got too touchy over the female employees and cracked lazy ass workers into shape. It both frightened and inspired Jessica; if only her emerald eyes could hold such danger and experience.

"You and me are alike. We're prideful women — bet you thought I was going to say beautiful," Sally winked.

Jessy cracked a grin. Ms. Hightower was self-aware enough to know her best days were radiant but also that they were behind her.

"But yes, pride. Listen here, I opened this diner myself and it's my baby. There's a fulfillment that comes with working for everything you have. When me and my ex-husband were together, he was the type that bought everything for me. And guess what? I was miserable. For a few months it was great. Then, I got bored — and rebellious afterward."

"That's. . . exactly where I am, I think."

"Of course it is! I know this sort of stuff." Sally slurped her coffee, managing snark within the most mundane of tasks. "And my guess is, you haven't talked about these feelings with the one person who needs to hear about them."

Jessica remembered all the times she almost spoke up and chose sex or milk instead. "Educated guess? Cause you're spot on."

Sally shrugged. "The sex must be great."

If Jessy's cheeks could show her blushing. . . "Did you just say? Wh-what is going on? How did-. . . Ms.Hightower."

"How many mornings have you come in here with eyes twinkling, wagglin' your hips like a newborn puppy? Nobody likes diner work that much — especially not me. Only a few things I know that make a woman do that."

"A woman. . ."

"That's what you are," Sally spoke lightly. She forgave her favorite employee for taking so long to understand. "And it's what you better start acting like. Live your damned truth. Say you don't want handouts if you don't want 'em."

Jessica balled up her fists. "I will. Next time I see her."

Sally reached across the table and linked hands with Jessica supportively. "And never forget I'm so proud of you. For this and everything — really, Jessy, I am. Happy for you and your fianceé."

Jessica chuckled, pride showing through a goofy grin. "Thank you so much for understanding. Though, I'm not sure what I want is to stay here if that's the case. I do love to cook but like you said, diner work takes it out of me."

"Then beat it," Sally stuck out her tongue. "And we'll make do here without you. We always do."

The bell above the door tingled. "Welcome to Sally's," Sally called.

Faye shouted back. "I-I was looking for Jessica?"

"I'm here," Jessica turned, one hand still squeezing Sally's.

In came Faye, behaving demure and light. Her blonde ribbons of hair, once average length, now brushed the back of her calves. As she came around, the room's energy felt like it bent over backwards to accommodate her. Like a proper piece of art or a skilled photograph, all lines in the tile led to Faye, as did the lines of the eyes in the room. A waitress wiping off the bar froze solid like Faye was an icy queen. A chef on his grill did a triple take, reacting opposite to his co-worker as he broke into a sweat.

"Hello, wifey," Faye sauntered over and planted a kiss on Jessica's cheek in no uncertain terms. The kiss was like a brand, marking territory before a wedding could ever hope to. "Hello, Ms. Sally. Sorry if I'm interrupting."

"H-hey," Sally began, struggling to stay cordial, fumbling with her words. She seemed to realize she was still holding Jessica's hand and reeled her appendage back, wishing not to offend. "Faye, right? We, umm, we met before. . ."

"I was Jessica's character reference when she did her interview. We met over coffee," Faye reminded her.

For a woman who had spent more than half her life in customer service, Sally was doing a terrible job of veiling her bodily stresses. Faye seemed to eat it all up, though, indulging how her body changed a room and the people inside. The youngest of the three watched with unease. Even Sally wasn't prepared for Faye's beauty. She probably remembered the Faye she had coffee with and wasn't expecting a tower with the curves of ten combined women.

"Right," Sally said, then cleared her throat.

Then came a silence, stillness brought about by the shifting gravity. A smile slithered onto Faye's face because she knew it was her body causing the social disturbance. Soaking it in, delaying respite of her charms as long as possible, Faye said, "I didn't want to rush or anything, babe. Just letting you know I'm here and that I got a call from the HOA for us to pick up our keys."

Nobody said a word. They all just stared for a few more seconds, Jessica included, as if trying to make sense of the ascended female before them. Faye rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm stacked. Yes, they're real. Maybe, if you're nice, I'll let you touch them," she winked in Sally's direction.

The needle found the record again.

"Oh! O-oh my god, was I starring?! I'm SO sorry, I-I just. . ."

Faye waved off Sally's apology. Jessica wondered how she was supposed to best this beast of a woman if Sally herself was losing brain cells trying to calculate how so much sex appeal could be crammed into one human being.

Faye's turtleneck sweater struggled — not that there was a garment in the world that could do anything more than struggle — to stand against her forces. Even breathing looked like a battle being waged, one that her outfit was losing on every major front. If anything, it looked as if her moonish boobs were devouring her clothing, scarlet red stretching absurdly. There wasn't a loose wrinkle in sight on the double-extra-large top, but lines of fabric creaked like rubber bands at the weaker areas. The middle seam, which was supposed to be hidden by her arm, was a jagged zag of indecision demonstrating the tug-of-war going on between her shelf of mighty, feminine meat ignoring gravity and the handiwork of the tailor who crafted the autumn garb.

Jessica couldn't help but feel a certain pity for everyone affected. She wished Faye hadn't just waltzed in unannounced and simultaneously knew her future wife wasn't capable of doing anything but making a scene of herself. She also wished her co-workers — and boss for fuck's sake — weren't drooling over her betrothed. The feelings were so complex. It was the type of situation that had torn the younger girl's inhibitions away and made her submit to a drink and a fuck, responsibility be damned.

And Faye was looking extra delicious in the tight little sweater of hers. It was Jessica's first time seeing the thing. It highlighted her bulging set of areola and wide nipples perfectly. And, of course, her pale blimps were fucking huge! They'd grown over the car ride for certain. There was plenty of milk to be had.

To have such a fountain available whenever she wanted — for life to have such an easy button. . .

Jessica shook herself to clarity when she felt the hunger bray powerfully through her.

"It's not every day people see a chest like mine," Faye relished even mentioning that the extra weight she carried around was hers. A proud hand lighted the top of her right breast, then roamed to her outer edges overtly. "It doesn't help that I'm not wearing a bra, either."

"No, no it's, uh, my bad," Sally tried looking at the table, then the window, then her employees but found no safe place for her gaze to rest. "I was just letting Jessica know I'd miss her and to call me if she ever needed anything."

"You're sweet," Faye stepped up, placing a hand on Sally's shoulder, tilting herself down so her titties rang like church bells. "Thanks for being so good to her. She's the most important woman in the world to me, so if you ever need anything from me," Faye's breast slumped heavy against Sally's shoulder. "Consider me in your debt."

Jessica jumped from her seat, and grabbed Faye by the upper arm. Her expression was bristling like grease on a hot frying pan. "I'll be sure to come back and visit. I'll miss you, Sally."

Sally bore a similar sentiment. She and Jessica exchanged a hug that was evidence of their positive work relationship. When Sally beheld Faye, though, her neck and face blushed rapidly. She considered something in her mind, unintentionally glancing at Faye's tits despite every effort to avoid doing just that, and extended her hand as a peace offering.

Faye took the handshake mercifully.

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Highway 3269

Faye

After brief goodbyes to the opening shift workers, the newly engaged couple ventured up the highway.

Jessica seemed to be mulling over something in her head, which Faye paid minimal attention to till the silence was broke with, "You were, uh, really popular with Sally."

"You noticed? Ugh, she was really eyeing me up," Faye feigned repugnance. In actuality, she was considering a threesome, one an ordinary woman like Sally would appreciate for the rest of her life. "Like, doesn't she have a boyfriend or girlfriend or something?"

"Divorced. Her husband was in the military and met a girl while deployed. He was already having a kid with the mistress when he told Sally the truth."

Faye downloaded the sob story, thinking of a way to make use of it. "Poor thing. I kinda feel bad now, for thinking of her as some pervert." Except Sally did give those vibes. She, like many women, probably had repressed longing and sexual need. It would take a little time but if she could scratch Sally's itch, she might return the favor by buying a few gallons of milk to be used in new dishes. Other food service places were already using Faye's yummy, all natural product to great success. Sally's would be a more personal, intimate partnership.

Jessica rolled her eyes, a dangerous act going seventy on a highway. "Nah, she's pretty vanilla. Just sort of lonely."

Faye planted a seed. "Once we get settled in, we should have her over for dinner. Since she clearly sees you as part of her extended family; she's always been so good to you."

"Aww, babe," Jessica squeezed her fianceé's thigh. "That would be so fun. You're so smart to think like that." They shared a cheesy, cutesy couple moment before Jessica swapped topics to what she must have been concerned about from the beginning. "But I get why she was at a loss for words. You've been producing much faster lately."

Faye couldn't just come out and say it, but when Jessica acknowledged her milk factories she felt jubilant to discuss them. "Scared I'll outgrow the passenger seat?"

"A little. I look at the road for a few seconds and look back and you're already bigger. You must be, I don't know, perpetually growing?"

"So?"

Jessica's hand on Faye's thigh formed new intentions. It didn't have to travel far to Faye's chest as it slept like a monster in her lap. A tan hand found purchase on the space just below Faye's nipple and immediately started groping.

"You're obsessed," Faye teased, clearing hair away from her face. "It's cute. You used to be afraid to drink it. Now, it's all you seem to think about."

Jessica jerked the wheel. She had to correct because her beautiful boob gazing had her drifting into the slow lane. Fortunately, nobody was around to endanger and Jessica was allowed to resume breast-focused activities. "You're addictive, babe," she said bluntly. "It's creepy — all this stuff happening that isn't just lactation. Your skin is even clearer, your hair grew feet in weeks. I know I've been freaking all the way out about it, and I know you're going to tell me to ignore it but. . ."

"But?"

"It's like you're transforming. . . into something not quite like yourself. And that's not all. I've got issues with other stuff too."

"Issues, huh?"

"We're engaged so I think it's fair to be really honest. I-I've been thinking about how you're becoming more beautiful every day and succeeding and living your dream. It's great and all — hell, you made a down payment on a house in three months! But I've been feeling kinda, I don't know, upset — not just the house, but everything."

Faye interrupted with action. Her sweater made popping noises as seams snapped all around her. She was bunching it up, trying to maneuver the red outfit over her immense melons. "You're jealous and I adore it."

"Maybe I am." The driver paused to swallow a lump in her throat as her sixth sense alerted her to the presence of very milkable titties. "But it's more than that. I have my own dreams and I don't feel like I've done anything to make them come true. I get worried that all I've done is taken a hand out."

"We never would have gotten this far without your effort, Jess. Not the first deal, nor the next deal, or the one after that. And here we are, official suppliers, with hundreds of thousands in contracts that we can fulfill because of your help," Faye got the sweater up to the equator of her titties. At that point, her lengthy nipples caught attractively but Jessica could still feel the naked flesh of her lover's swollen mountains. "You working is anything but a handout. It's love. I like it. It's sexy. If there's anybody I want to love me, own me, and work with me, it's you."

"Faye. You aren't getting it."

"I think I do and it's nothing to worry about." Faye unsheathed only her left nipple, the one closest to its admirer. It almost glowed with warmth, alive, permanently awake like a tower atop her hilly, pink areola. "We did this together and we prosper together. Our dreams are both coming true, so relax."

When the curly haired girl soothed into her seat, it gave Faye a tremendous high. She was seraphic, magical, and otherworldly. She had high expectations of herself, all of which were given physicality in her huge tits, wide hips, sexy ass, and lasting confidence. She suspected herself to be better than others so, when confronted with these superhuman experiences — magic milk production, clearer skin, lengthening hair, and more than a foot of height in three months — it only populated her open case with evidence. The universe itself, it seemed, was baptising her into a newness of being. Nature had selected her for better — for superiority.

Wanting her lover to affirm her, the blond took a hand from the steering wheel and directed it to her semi-erect nipple. The grip quaked, nerves getting to her. "God it's so huge," Jessica whispered with a begging intonation.

"I wonder if milk will ruin the interior," Faye mentioned on a whim.

Clearly, Faye underestimated her new influential powers had, or maybe the emotional intensity of her partner. Before she knew it, they were whipping down the off ramp at an exit and screaming into the parking lot of a brown building. Upon closer inspection, the place of business was a bank whose name indicated that they were in a town at least two hours away from their actual destination.

Jessica dove from the driver's seat, out of the car, and circled around to Faye's side. She ripped the door away. Her knees crashed to the ground. Her lip squeezed painfully between white teeth, arms angled toward her thighs so her tits surged forward in her thin, white top. "I have something to talk about after this. Promise me we can talk once I'm done," the curly haired girl frowned looking ready for another feeding.

Faye looked around. A few patrons leaving the bank had heard the squealing car tires, seen the horrendous parking job, and were probably wondering why some black girl was seated obediently on the asphalt next to her vehicle. Perhaps car trouble, they thought. Something might have sprung a leak. If only they could know how accurate that guess was about to be.

Back of her fingers caressing Jessica's cheeks, Faye turned perpendicular to the passenger seat. Her legs forced Jessica away till they cleared, then invited her back when they spread. One shapely, monstrous jug was so large it balanced partly on Faye's thigh as the rest of its weight dangled for the taking. Her sweater still cloaked her right breast, acting as a sling sufficient enough to contain only one of Faye's planets.

"Sure we can talk. You're my precious girl. I always have time to talk to you. But first a question: is this supposed to count as a milking? Because I'm not due for one for another three hours."

The sides of Jessica's eyes drew inward. "God, you're this big and we still have three hours to wait? You'll be as big as the car if we wait that long. Look," she cupped both her hands to Jessica's exposed skin, positioning one diminutive paw on each side of Faye's divinely feminine glory. "You're still producing — I can see you getting bigger and bigger. Mmm, you're insane. Your body is just. . . there is no way you should make me feel this good just looking at you."

Faye felt herself swelling, glutting, stuffing. Where she usually conducted herself with lightness, now, her existence was weighty and substantial. Lower and lower her tit sank, pulling at her shoulders and neck, angled toward the ground. In a few feet, her plump pap would contact the ground. At her rate of growth, it would only be a matter of minutes.

"See? You're speeding up — how are you speeding up?"

"When you touch them they speed up. My body can tell you're close by," Faye leaned further forward, putting more weight and flesh into Jessica's palms. "This is what my body was made to do."