Cry Over Spilled Milk

"Mmm, yes," Jessica's angled face curled up and into Faye's heavy tit. The milk vat continued swelling alarmingly fast, pushing the breast lower and lower toward the mouth that would house it for the foreseeable evening. "That big, sexy nipple. Mmm, it smells so sweet."

"Gosh, you're so freaky. I love it," Faye floated her tit meat upward then let it fall and slap against Jessica's face. Without a good deal of support, the widening mass could have crushed the tan-skinned girl beneath it. Having command of such a power was what inspired Faye's fervidity. The longer she let her nipple bend and flex against Jessica's soft cheeks and pouty lips, the more arousing domination she had access to. "Go on, beg. Tell me what you want. Don't stop til you get it."

"Faye~ Please, Faye. You have the biggest, sexiest, most undeniable boobs ever. I'd do anything," she paused, french kissing Faye's nozzle. "Anything to have your milk in me. Fill me up, Faye. Don't stop till your empty. Lactate till you can't anymore — all of it, stuffing my tight, little tummy."

"Shiiiit," Faye was losing it.

Her top was like silly string being pulled asunder. One stubborn button was holding firm, but her chest was several inches further away already. The ocean could be heard in her breast, churning angrily for release. At the edge of her body's exaggerated eaves, a gooey dollop of milk built till it was too heavy, the size of a fist, and splashed against Jessica's forehead.

"Yes! More of that — of your hot, yummy milk." A layer of opacity spread across the black girl's face and body. It slicked her hair so that it was wet and heavy. Her clothes darkened and stuck to her skin. Out of Faye's sight, some of her viscous milk even reached the floor where it tumbled and became the start of a smooth, conditioner-thick pool. "Give me permission, Faye. Stick your raging nipple down my throat and I promise a single drop won't go to waste. Please! Let me suck your amazing, milk machin-. . . MMPH!"

BLLLLGRRRPT!

"Ahh, right there! That's the perfect spot," Faye threw her head back. Her fingers combed her hair as she felt her body releasing.

The first mass of her raunchy essence abused Jessica's throat. The wad that started off the flow of milk was backed up and extra rich, forcing Jessica's body to contort obtusely around it. Beyond that point, there was no break at all. Faye's chest turned out another bulky load, then another, producing a stream of connected pockets of milk. With her nipple so long and bulging around her milk flow, the scene resembled an injection of all-natural body stuffing more so than a breastfeeding session. Still, dwelling in these obscene extremes was a reminder to Faye at how superior she and her body was.

A minute later, Faye found a brief respite between her throes. "You feel wonderful, babe. Work your sexy lips and tongue some more. I think you might be taking more than ever before."

BLLLGRRPT! BLLLGRRPT!

To spite the suggestion that her breasts could ever be conquered, off went the final button. It pinged off the far wall. The sleeves of the shirt fell slack on Faye's shoulders. The final remnants of the tenacious top were a mess of scattered gray strips on the floor.

"Whoops, nevermind," Faye grinned evilly. "Guess you'd better drink faster."

As they grew, her tits pushed away from her body even more. Jessica was forced to roll to keep pace with a nipple that was moving inches away. She went from being on a knee to sitting cross-legged. The milk-obsessed girl felt her bloating tummy punch forward. Her lap became a holster for her chocolate covered cream puff that started out as a mostly disguisable bump and progressed to some overfed boulder.

BLLLLGRRRPT!

The siren song of milk distending a throat and piling up in a big, sexy tummy echoed through the room.

Jessica moaned with every spare breath. She was as accepting as could be — even encouraging with her steamy actions. Even if she was barely in control enough to comply, her tongue did struggle around the girth of Faye's nipple. Her pillowy gates were stretched round the ambrosia delivery system too, keeping her promise of never spilling a drop. Any other girl would have backed up already, but sheer determination with some experience with milk bloat gave Jessica the skill to keep the milking as sexy and functional as possible.

Faye acknowledge Jessica's efforts. But, inside, she knew they weren't enough. Her feet were planted, but Jessy was getting farther away. About five minutes into the milking, her breasts had not stopped growing. At a staggering speed, they pushed Jessica onto her butt, then onto her back. Soon, the waterbed breast was a dominating top to the brown girl's submissive bottom. Inside, milk swirled like a washing machine.

"You're still lagging, sweety. If you think they'll stop just because your tummy is so huge and soft, you'd better think again," Faye teased.

Breasts like Faye's were too much for anyone, though. Faye knew her body. It was more than supply and demand at that point. Her stuffed, flooding mammaries had no intention of providing just enough to please Jessica because no amount of nectar would be enough to feed someone so irredeemably addicted. A battle of wills was at play between woman and nature. Jessica believed she could never be filled, and Faye's chest operated under the assumption that they could prove her wrong. Her tits had done just that at every possible junction.

So Faye leaned into her chest, one ear to the mixing sound of her production and the other open to the romanticized sound of a girl avoiding drowning as she clogged her body.

The contest of force stretched into the night. The brand new leather couch in the living room was pressed up against the wall by the force of Faye's untouched left breast. It climbed on the furniture like some entitled beast and claimed the entirety of the space with its raw heft. Then a glass end table joined it showing how Faye's mammoth rack could rearrange furniture. She hadn't considered it that way before, but in a way Faye's tits were members of the household. They couldn't be ignored, were always being attended to, and suffocated any space foolish enough to not treat them as the centerpiece.

Rolling her fingers in wide circles, the cares of anything other than her expansive forms was lost to Faye. At last perception, she assumed Jessica was still sucking away, but from some other room where her tits had travelled without her full knowledge.

Just as a doorway was utterly stuffed by her wall of pink areola, Faye curled into her own cleavage. Making the threshold of a door collapse was just enough to push her into orgasm, and such an orgasm —brought on by an areola as wide as her body — was plenty to wear her out, sending her to sleep.

The next day, Faye blinked herself awake to a commotion of sorts. A few voices swam in the fog of her perception, but her body was still heavy and her memory hadn't fully booted up.

It took the voice of her life partner to be an anchor that pulled her back to the realm of light and the living.

"Hey, baby. Rise and shine," Jessica sang sweetly. "I've got a surprise for you."

When Faye didn't wake up right away, a smooch gave her the willingness to open her eyes and see what gift she was about to receive.

"Oh, hi sexy," Faye flirted, seeing nothing but Jessica's attractive features as she stirred. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby, in more ways than one. Your nipple in my mouth is how I want to sleep every night from now on."

That's when Faye recalled her final memories. She went to erect herself, but couldn't move her legs. It occurred to her that she was laying down, turned on her side.

"Whoops! Sorry, did you want to get up?" Jessica noticed the blond's struggle. "Here, I'll get out of your way."

A grunt bent Jessica's expression. To Faye, it looked like her brown beloved was in the gym, suspending some dumbell to build up muscle. Then, her legs became free which directed her attention to exactly what had been holding them in place. A chocolate monument clumped itself in a new orientation and swung madly with its liquid weight when it was settled. Attached to it was Jessica, whose smile was broad at Faye's look of disbelief.

"Believe it or not, I've actually shrunk. You finished lactating earlier than I thought you would," Jessica commented.

Faye's arms supported her torso. She watched Jessica's belly surge high into the air. It must have been nine feet high — and the girl was reclined on her back! The flanks of her delicious, lady curve stretched even further to the east and west of her peak. It was under one of these flanks that Faye had felt warm and secure as she slept.

Connecting the dots, Faye looked at her chest. They sloshed about, still jiggling from her sitting up. Their size, though, was far too modest to be the same tits that left Jessica a tower of tummy.

"You drank so much that you actually shrank me?"

"Surprised?" Jessica mewled.

"In love," Faye replied.

The blond sashayed her hips as she inspected the space. Floor to ceiling in half the room was just tan tummy. The floor was sticky in places where some sweet titty brew had dried. Following the lines, it had to be cream fresh from the brown girl's breasts, which were equal in size and shape to Faye's own. They both occupied the realm of H cup, both now prominent milkers as well.

"I'm as big as you now," Jessica sing-songed, nearly delirious with her record breaking body.

"They say lovers start to look alike after a while," Faye said, coming to kneel beside Jessica's immobile frame. "I wonder if you'll get taller and thicker all over like I did."

"I hope so," the younger girl said wistfully. "I had something to tell you, but I forgot what it was."

"Must not have been that important."

Jessica's arms rose and pulled Faye down. "Guess not."

The two remained there, indulging with their infinite curves. When Faye felt her chest inflating, Jessica drank without fear of her changing body or size. Likewise, Faye drained her partner and felt her tits surge with growth from the hefty, creamy snack. Their cyclical breastfeeding spiralled further and further, broken into sessions by sleep brought on by fatigue. Faye could think of no better way to live; the two were fully self-sufficient.

Jessica's tummy took nearly a week's time to reduce in size. In due scale, she grew to meet Faye's towering six-foot-six and surpassed the fairer woman in hip and butt size. The younger lover was eager at that point to become a regular producer in the blond's breast milk business allowing for even greater volumes of production and varied qualities and tastes. Together, their love, bond, and sizes grew till they were no longer mistakable for their previous selves. They lived out the rest of their days together, goddesses, subsisting on little more than sex, love, and heavy cream.

Besides those three, they harbored only one additional ambition: finding other girls to addict to their milk.

"You know who I was thinking?"

"Who babe?" Faye pulled away from lapping Jessica's immense, footlong nipple.

"That mother from Town Walk? Grace, I think her name was. We should get her." Jessica finished her sentence with a smirk as she went back to sucking Faye's own thick, milky pap in a breastfeeding sideways sixty-nine.

"I love how you think, my precious girl."