Second Changes - Annie

Annie eventually decided to get clean and dressed. She grabbed some clothes from the bedroom, started a shower, then undressed and jumped in. She washed her hair, then lathered herself up with a beautiful-smelling cherry blossom body wash. The smell was refreshing and delicious, and for a moment the soreness she felt all over didn't matter so much. Along with the last little bits of good vibrations from her earlier orgasm, she was getting a spring in her step even. She felt fresh for the first time in what felt like forever, and the warm water was so good. The vapor cleared her nostrils and allowed the delicious scent of her body wash to pleasure her further.

Annie examined her tit again, lifting it up in her hand. It felt heavier than normal, even moreso than earlier. Just the pressure of her fingers pressing into her flesh made her wince. But the relaxation she'd found in the shower did not subside, and she carefully continued studying her development. The swelling amazed her.

Unexpectedly, a thick yellow-white fluid seeped from her nipple and dropped into the rinsing shower water. The accompanying sensation was indescribable. It felt like a tiny pinch mixed with a tiny shock. Her tits tingled, lit up with heat and a glowing pleasure. She turned from the water and felt a slight compulsion to give them a quick squeeze, which she did without thinking. They were much too sensitive for that, and the pinch-shock repeated itself. She regretfully gasped and trembled at the sensation.

A couple thick droplets of yellow-white followed, dribbling onto her stomach, and a musky scent overwhelmed the cherry blossom. She let her tit drop, scooped some up, and rubbed it between her finger and thumb. It had a thin film, almost like snot, and clung like it too. Was that pus? She frowned and rinsed the rest away. Her nipples tightened in the warm water, but her anxiety was definitely getting the better of her now. She felt exhausted, gross was gross, and weird symptoms were weird symptoms. Despite a continuing warm, tingly glow in her boobs, she was totally not horny. All she could think about were the terrible things that could cause this big an effect on her body. When Annie was caught in the throes of her icky-sticky-get-it-away feeling, there was nothing more powerful.

"Gross," she croaked. The delight of the shower faded. She finished up as fast as she could, dried off, and went into the bedroom to get dressed. Her stomach growled. She felt hungry and thirsty. Her disgust was forgotten, at least for the moment. She felt ravenous. After throwing on a shirt and some panties, she went to the kitchen.

Annie ravenously finished her bowl of cereal, then dug into the box, eating it in handfuls as she thought about what else she wanted. She finished what was left of the box, but she still felt hungry...so hungry...

She dropped the box and dug into a bag of chips, then went the extra step and started a microwaveable lunch as well. Once it beeped, she set the remnants of the chips on the counter and pulled it out.

Annie devoured everything, finishing her gluttonous feast with a few more chips. She leaned against a counter and belched, bringing more chips along with her hand when she covered her mouth. The dreamlike quality of the world hadn't really gone away, and it was engulfing her even more powerfully now. Annie zoned in the weightlessness of feelings without urgency, actions and motivations considered almost self-evident, sensations with dulled feeling. Her anxiety was there, but it felt like a dull poke in the arm. She was definitely in an altered state...that felt really good. If rolling had felt this good, she'd probably still be doing it. That weakness made her drawback in her reverie, sobering her for a few moments. She remembered solemnly that time...

Pleasure continued to come through loud and clear. She lost her somber feeling, and came back to the now. Her nipples throbbed, and that compulsion to give her tits a good groping was also becoming itself an obsession, which was a little amusing to her. She felt like a teenage boy wanting to just squeeze and play with boobies. A good squeeze on the tit felt kinda hot sometimes, but she'd never gotten off on much more than her nipples before. Maybe a good licking here and there. The thought of a warm tongue on her nipple...

Annie lazily reached up under her shirt to tease and pull her nipples once more. They were smooth, slick, and wet. A small dribble of warm liquid tickled over her hand, along with that same pinch-shock, though much milder this time. She set down the chip bag and pulled up her shirt to look. Thinner, less viscous fluid oozed from her nipple, clinging to her fingers and rolling slowly down her stomach. She giggled at the tickling, and shivered. She slowly grabbed a paper towel from nearby and held it to catch the leakage. The pinch-tingle returned intensely behind her nipples. She shook her head, trying to convince her feverish, lazy brain that she needed to be concerned by this and not a silly schoolgirl slut. It had to be past time to call the doctor. Anxiety got a toehold, pulling on her attention enough to interrupt the building eroticism of the moment.

Annie threw away the paper towel and dropped her shirt. The cotton felt like sandpaper as it clung wetly to the shockingly elongated shape of her nipples. Her other nipple tingled in sympathy, and she had a strong feeling it was wanting to match its twin's activity. At the computer, she disinterestedly pulled up her browser to the same list of doctors then looked for her phone. It was in the bedroom. She picked it up from the bedside. Almost dead. And it was 10:17. She lost her train of thought for a moment, the dreamlike haze intensifying again at the same time. She looked around, confused, then remembered she needed to call the doctor.

Annie returned to her desk and called the first number on the list. They did not have an answering machine, so no answer. The next number went to an automated system, then someone who seemed to be a receptionist, who put her on hold. Annie tried to ignore the ongoing neediness of her nipples and the intensifying urge to play with her tits. Fighting it by making and unmaking a fist, and tapping on the desk, she sat through the torturous phone call. The receptionist never returned, leaving her to hold music for several minutes. The need to find a doctor quickly lost its interest and she lost her resolve, so Annie hung up.

Unable to control or really bear it, Annie gasped as her nipples gushed into her shirt, tingling with pleasure. Her shirt clung wetly against the shape of her breasts and some of her tummy. She looked at them, confused and sinking into a haze. She felt silly, and giggled. She pulled her shirt off. Thin, white rivulets trickled onto her stomach, leaving light, sticky trails. Droplets quickly formed and fell from her nipples, the liquid much creamier and smoother than earlier. A stronger hot, musky scent drifted up to Annie's nose. She frowned at the scent, and went for a paper towel to wipe up. This felt really icky. She looked at her phone, and thought about calling her little sister to ask...

How did one ask their sister if they were leaking pus from their nipples? It wasn't like the cold caused something like this. Annie laughed at the absurdity. A dizzying, light-headedness followed, and she had to sludge to keep focused. If it was the bug causing all of this, then Janie had to be infected too. She was the one that made Annie sick. She had to be dealing with some of the same gross symptoms, or if not, she needed to know how serious this could be.

Annie eventually pressed Janie's # on her phone. Her slow deliberation was for naught as it went to voicemail. She sighed, hung up, then stood, shaking her head for clarity again. She pressed her shirt to her chest like a towel to prevent any dribbling. She grabbed a terry cloth towel from under the sink, and let her shirt drop to the bathroom floor.

Annie stared blankly at her haggard reflection. She'd lost more weight...or it had moved...whatever... Her chest grabbed her full attention anyway. She pressed the towel firmly into her tits, and fluid gushed into it. She released as the odd sensation of "milking" herself became too much, like an overstimulated clit. That musky smell seemed to cling to her. She couldn't breathe without inhaling it. It was still gross, but there was a pleasant sweetness she was now noticing that made it a bit more enjoyable. She tried to focus on that instead of the stink. It was exhausting to be so uncomfortable.

She slowly relaxed her arm, stared at herself in the mirror, and just leaked. She stopped after a couple minutes. Once she felt the tingle subside, Annie let the towel down, and looked at her swollen, puffy nipples again. They sympathetically dribbled a couple drops over her slimmed, smooth stomach. She just shivered, and watched. After she was convinced there was no more, she carefully wiped up the excess, tossed the towel into the tub, and washed her hands in a still-stunned, still-enraptured silence. Her brain stumbled in the pot-holes of her hazy fever, but the experience of literally milking herself of...whatever was coming out of her tits...was enough to make her sick again. As fast as the anxiety button had been depressed, it was repressed. She felt disgusting and icky. She had to get some clean clothes on, and get to a doctor.

She grabbed a fresh set of clothes, and quickly threw them on. Nothing fit right. Her tank was too big. The bra was too small. And her jeans were baggy. She tried another pair of jeans, a different shirt, and even a different bra but everything was for a bigger girl, except around the chest it seemed. None of this made sense to her.

She made her way back to the living room, slid on her shoes, and searched for her keys. She shuffled about, looking for her keys. She grabbed a cereal bar from the mess in the kitchen, and munched on it while she searched. Not finding them, she flopped down on the couch in frustration.

She buried her face in her hands, and rubbed her itching eyes. She felt terrible. And hungry. And thirsty. It was also getting harder and harder to focus. That silly, high feeling never went away, just ebbed, so she was one distraction away from losing her train of thought any moment. She eventually went back to the kitchen where she drew a glass of water from the tap and grabbed some corn chips. She fidgeted with her bra then unhooked it, and pulled it off from under her shirt, tossing it to the ground. Her tits bounced free in the tank, the thin material clinging closely and tenting over her fat nipples. The fabric was so itchy and terrible against them.

She set the corn chips down after grabbing a last handful and chugged another glass of water. She resumed her search for her keys for a few minutes, but found herself too devoid of energy and resolve to continue. She was going to need to call Kayla if Janie couldn't take her. She could barely think straight, let alone drive. She felt like a zombie. She sat back on the couch, and dialed Kayla this time. Voicemail, just like Janie. She tried Janie again, just to let her know it was an emergency. Voicemail. What the fuck? She was supposed to be off this weekend, and she knew that Annie was sick. Annie left a voicemail, and sent a text to both Kayla and Janie. She didn't want to call Natalie. She didn't have anyone else...

She gave up. She'd wait. She was much too tired to deal with this. Janie would call back eventually, she always did. And no telling what Kayla had going on. If neither of them got back to her soon, then she'd call an ambulance or she'd take herself. She slid back on the couch and covered up with a blanket. She pulled up Netflix on her TV.

***

Annie watched an episode of a 45-minute show, drifting in and out of a dizzying, disorienting, unsatisfying sleep. She didn't catch the option to stop the next episode. After that episode ended, she sat up with a yawn to look at her phone. No callbacks. She was about to call Janie again, when she noticed her cleavage. It was eye-catching. Amazed, she tugged the front down, letting the strap come off onto her upper arm, and her tits easily burst free. They were obscene, starting to sag further than ever under their new weight. She hefted a heavy tit up. Her nipples throbbed, white forming in a small drop at the tips. She braced herself as she gave it a little squeeze. Her whole tit tightened like a vice.

And she spurted...a thin jet of light, white liquid arced to the carpet. Orgasmic release reverberated through her breast.

"Mm...mm...mooooo...moo...moo!" she croak-moaned intensely. Her head spun. Both nipples dribbled rapidly. Annie wriggled uncomfortably, despite the relieving sensation. She squeezed savagely, gushing heavily and spurting again. Her tits were tighter than she had realized.

"Mooooooo," Annie moaned again, unaware of anything but this sudden onslaught of pleasure. She pushed herself up against the back of the couch, then took hold of her nipple and pulled. Thick, creamy fluid dribbled over her fingers onto her body. The feeling was intense, and much more pleasurable than before. Even better, it lessened the tightness. She couldn't say no.

Annie zoned out in fevered exhaustion, irresistible release, and numb automation. The pungent odor of musk, this time with dairy, overwhelmed her nose. She felt another moan well up and she belted it out long and hard from the back of her throat. Her pussy was a swamp and overly sensitive. The first flick of her finger on her clit made her moan again, and she pulled her hand away, wracked with too much goodness in one spot. Carefully, she returned her fingers and gently played with herself, reaching a nice orgasm she could squeeze her thighs around. She kept playing as she "milked" herself.

Working all the fluid out actually took a few minutes, and even when the gush slowed down, she pulled at her nipples until the fluid thinned and became just small little spurts. Annie laid back, panting, satisfied beyond words. A slight smile spread across her face as she drifted off in the gentle pulse of her fingers in her pussy. She closed her eyes and made herself cum again. Then she relaxed completely, catching her breath and swimming through gobs of bliss.

She mooed again. It made her giggle, as it was completely involuntary and silly, and she had no idea why she felt the need to. She was leaking milk, so she was like a cow. Cow's moo. Something like that. She'd heard somewhere that sex things could be part of OCD, so why not some sort of furry thing? Some people counted in threes, some people had rituals, and some people got obsessed with their boobs and mooed. She mooed again, surprising herself, and giggled some more. It was one more symptom to discuss with her doctor!

Annie eventually stood and stumbled to the kitchen. She felt so wobbly and awkward. She giggled as she bounced off the wall coming into the kitchen. She drew herself a glass of water from the tap and chugged it. Once done, she drew another, which she chugged half of before stopping to catch her breath.

She needed to take her medicine...she remembered. She'd slept thru an entire day, so...twice over? She looked around for her medicine. She mooed some more as she searched.

However, Annie still could barely think straight: her pills were behind her computer monitor, as always. She popped one and chugged it down with the rest of her water.

Calming herself, and putting the urge to moo in the back of her mind, she looked for food. She was really hungry. She grabbed another microwaveable dinner out of the freezer to heat up. She devoured it, giving a happy moo when she was done. Then she threw away the container. She poured another glass of water from the tap. Her thirst subsided a little, but she still felt like she could eat some more. She looked around her kitchen in exhaustion, trying to will herself to make some more food. Despite her hunger, she was feeling way too lazy.

She really needed to get to a doctor anyway. Not just sit around, moo, and masturbate. Though that would be a temping lifestyle. She stifled a giggle to herself about it. The urgent care, or an emergency room. Anywhere with a medical professional. That's what she needed to do. She tried Janie again. Still nothing. Where was her sister? She said she'd be off on Saturday.

Annie almost slapped her forehead, and grinned at her stupidity. No wonder she hadn't been able to reach a doctor. It was Saturday. Same reason she didn't have to go to work today or the next day. Urgent care or an emergency room was her only option.

She mooed again, not able to stop herself. She numbly considered that she should be concerned. Panicked even. The familiar feeling of panic gripped her...and quickly disappeared. It was surprising, making her smile at the magic trick of the disappearing anxiety. She mooed, and sighed with a giggle then stroked her clit some more, and mooed again. Her eyes widened, almost glossed over, but then her ringtone snapped her out of it. Still, she considered what the noise was dumbly for a few moments before heading to answer.

Of all the friends, Natalie had called. Annie didn't feel anything really, except goodness, so she sat down in the computer chair and answered as she laid back to keep touching herself.

"Hey!" Natalie said in a sexy, dorky, lilting chirp. It was an unmistakable voice. Annie panted softly into the phone, drawing a blank as to what she wanted to say. She was getting really close to cumming.

"I really need to get down to an urgent care," Annie croaked eventually, fighting to keep herself focused. She realized she was losing it. But that didn't stop the loss. She even kept masturbating. It was making everything worse, but she had to do it. She struggled to think of what to say next. Her tits were tingling again. She felt like playing with them again. "Uh...I...feel like..."

"What happened?!" Natalie asked, still sounding chirpy even as she exuded concern in her voice. "Are you okay?"

"No," Annie said. She choked down a moo, struggling desperately to stop herself from making the sound. That took all her focus and willpower. She'd never live with herself if she let Natalie hear that. Or anyone else. She didn't move onto the next thought very well. "A fever. Janie's not answering...I'm...mmm..."

"I'll be there as soon as I can then," Natalie said, her chirp losing some of its cheer. "I have to let you go real quick. I was on my way to a job interview, wanted you to wish me luck, but I'm going to call to let them know what's going on."

"No, it's okay," Annie said, her resolve faltering. She was about to cum anyway, and it was going to be a good one. Her panting quickened.

"Don't be ridiculous! You sound horrible!" Natalie replied. Annie shook her head, feeling the urge to moo building, and her orgasm about to go. Her pussy flooded.

"No, I'll wait for Janie to call me back. Or I'll try Kayla or someone else. Go to your interviewwww...mmm..." Annie said, cutting herself off. She turned red. She couldn't have Natalie around her like this. She'd die of embarrassment. "Really, go. Good luck."

Annie ended the call and dropped her phone in a quick panic. She mooed and mooed, trembling with release as she melted into the chair. Her eyes glazed over as she was overwhelmed by the aftershocks, afterglow, and the tingle building in her breasts.

***

"2:03pm" read the computer's clock. Annie sluggishly recognized time. What had happened? She perked up a little, and slowly looked around. Her tits were tingling like crazy. A tiny voice screamed in irritation at the ickiness and the mess she realized the apartment was in, but...wow. Annie smiled to herself. Whatever else was going on, it was nice to look at messy apartment and see...just a messy apartment. She really didn't care. She remembered the doctor thingy. That was outside, right?