Feature Writer: YKN4949
Feature Title: BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR 2
Published: 28.08.2013
Story Codes: Transgender, Supernatural
Synopsis: Larissa sells her soul and gets more than she bargained for
Author’s Notes: This is a long story (even for me) but the idea took hold and it just sort of wrote itself. It wouldn’t work if it were a word shorter. But I think it keeps up at a nice clip and I promise that if you give it the time it needs, you won’t be disappointed. It has some of the nastiest stuff I’ve ever written. And I mean that in the best possible way. Enjoy!
Be Careful What You Wish For 2
Chapter 2: Tits
I awoke the next morning to find light streaming in through my bedroom window. Actually, it was early afternoon. I’d been sleeping in late lately, and it was already 1:30 p.m. according to my clock. I felt a little bit groggy, like I’d had too much to drink the night before. I had the slightest memory of a strange dream the night before, but I couldn’t remember what it was. My eyes were still half closed as I swung my feet over the right side of my bed. Something in my mind told me that I shouldn’t do that, but I yawned and ignored it. I felt my feet sink into my carpet and I stretched out my arms and legs. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I walked down the hall and into my bathroom.
I walked up to the sink and put my head under the faucet and got a quick drink. While the water was still running, I grabbed my toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste onto it. Then I looked up into the mirror. And my mouth dropped open and my toothbrush clattered into the sink. For a moment my eyes burrowed into the mirror. Then they dropped down to my chest.
I was wearing a little white t-shirt, something I wore to bed most nights. But it didn’t look normal. It was small that usually fell so that it just barely covered the top of my pajama pants. But today, it was hiked up so that my navel was visible. Then, inexplicable, the shirt sort of ballooned up on my chest, puffing out in front of me in two round bumps. There were two little points sticking out from the fronts of those lumps.
Then, the whole night before flooded back to my mind. The sounds, the smells, the visions, and, most of all, the sale. I’d sold my soul the night before in exchange for breasts and two other wishes. And it hadn’t been a daydream or a hallucination. Something had actually changed! I had the breasts I’d always wanted!
I quickly grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tore it up over my head and then looked back at the mirror. I actually gasped when I saw them the first time. They were absolutely perfect. First of all, they were big. I mean not cartoonishly big, I am a small girl with a tiny frame. But on that small body, those C-cup sized breasts looked massive. I still had the same little, dark red areola’s and longish nipples I’d always had, but there was suddenly heft behind them. The breasts, my breasts, were the perfect shape, sort of rounded on the bottom and gently sloped at the top giving them a perfect teardrop shape. I shook my shoulders a bit and was shocked when my breasts bounced naturally, and alluringly, in the mirror. They were actually mine! They were connected to me!
I felt their weight and density as they slapped into one another and even bounced on my chest. I had to feel them more! I reached up with my hands. My heart was pounding mightily and my fingers were actually shaking. I don’t know what I expected: my fingers to fall off or my tits to deflate or something, but I was nervous. Then I felt my fingers brush against my breasts and sink into the flesh. My breasts were warm and felt dense. And not only could I feel my breasts with my fingers, I could feel my fingers with my breasts! I couldn’t believe it! I looked down as I felt myself, watched my skin ripple. They were absolutely perfect. And they felt nice to play with, made me feel sexy.
I always wanted to know what it would feel like to have big breasts and to give them a nice squeeze, so I grabbed my left breast and applied a little pressure. I felt a strange feeling of release and actually moaned and closed by eyes. It was wonderful. I opened my eyes to look at my breasts again in the mirror, but was confused to see a few stray dribbles of white liquid sprayed across it. I leaned forward but couldn’t figure out what it was. But I could see in the mirror that a drop of that liquid was also perched precariously on my nipple!
I moved my finger over my nipple (and felt a delightful chill run down my spine) and then lifted the white liquid up to my eye level. What the hell was it? I looked at the ceiling to see if something was dripping down, but it was dry. I smelled the liquid bit it didn’t have any smell. I shrugged my shoulders and wiped it off on my pajama pants. Then I reached up and decided to squeeze other breast, to see if it felt different. I squeezed even harder this time and that release feeling felt even stronger. But this time I kept my eyes open.
I was absolutely shocked to see something shoot out of my nipple. It was a long, thing stream running out of my body! I saw it splatter against the mirror, putting even more liquid on the glass. I looked down at my nipple and saw that, once again, it a dribble was on the end of it. Milk? My breasts were full of milk? I was so shocked by what I was seeing that I could barely keep two thoughts in my head. It was just too many confusing things at once.
Slowly, I became aware that I could hear my phone ringing in my room. I was still staring at the milk on my finger and the milk smeared all over the bathroom mirror. But in a sort of daze I walked, topless, back to my room and looked for my phone. Even in my sort of zonked out state I noticed the way my breasts bounced up and down when I walked. I made it to my room and picked my phone up off of my nightstand. I looked at the number. It wasn’t anyone I knew, instead, there was just a three numbers on the screen: “666.”
For a moment I just stared at the phone. That wasn’t a number that was possible. But it wasn’t possible for me to have big, milk-filled breasts either. Finally, I clicked the button on the phone, “hello?” I said.
“Good morning Ms. Mansfield. I got the feeling that you might have a couple of questions, thought I might give you a call” a familiar, sultry voice said over the phone.
“Lilith?” I said, wondering if it is even made sense for her to call me on the phone, “This is Larissa, not Ms…” I started.
“No, Jane Mansfield honey, it’s a joke… never mind it’s before of your time. Pam Anderson? I don’t that I guess that’s pretty old too at this point as well. How about this, how’s the morning going? Is it the tits?” Lilith said and then laughed into the phone.
“Lilith, did you do this?” I asked, looking down at my breasts again.
“Ask and you shall receive honey. You wanted big, beautiful tits and you got them didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said honestly, “but they are full of…” I started.
“Sex appeal? Raw animal magnetism? Or just flesh?” Lilith asked.
“No, milk!” I yelled into the phone, “My big , beautiful tits are leaking milk!” I said.
“What’s your point?” Lilith said, sounding disinterested.
“I never said I wanted milk in my breasts, I just wanted them to be bigger,” I said. When I screamed, I felt my breasts jostle and it almost felt like I could hear my milk sloshing around inside of me. I felt so strange, though I knew it was all in my head.
“Well you never said that,” Lilith snapped back, “I work in nature my dear Larissa. I can’t make something out of nothing and I don’t have access to a lot of silicone. It melts where I come from. I made your tits big the old fashioned way. Giving you some milk,” Lilith said as though I should have just known that was what she was going to do, “you gotta be careful what you wish for.”
“Do I have a baby?!” I asked, suddenly alarmed. I knew you don’t just get milk from nowhere. But Lilith was cackling over the phone.
“No. I didn’t go that far, but I wish I had now!” Lilith laughed, “I just set the machinery working.” I did remember when my older sister gave birth. Her breasts had suddenly gotten a little bit bigger. A little bit.
“But shouldn’t my breasts only increase like one cup size or so for milk?” I asked and sat down heavily on my bed. This was not what I was expecting.
“Well if you had a baby maybe, and made a normal amount of milk, say 25-32 ounces of milk in a day, then that would probably be true,” Lilith said. Something about the way she said ‘normal’ made me uncomfortable.
“Well, if my breasts are bigger, how much milk do I produce?” I asked.
“Oh well, that will depend on a lot of things. You know, how much you eat, how much you drink, exercise,” Lilith said as though this were just an academic discussion. I was getting a little bit antsy.
“Please Lilith, just ballpark it for me,” I said.
“About three quarts I’d say,” Lilith said, “Around 96 ounces. You know, around 12 ounces per breast every six hours or so, maybe slowing down some or even stopping while you are sleeping” Three quarts! I couldn’t even fathom that amount of liquid inside of my body. And 24 ounces, ever six hours! That was a ton! I wasn’t some sort of cow or anything, “Don’t worry though, they won’t deflate when you milk them or anything, I’ve seen to that. They won’t get all worn out looking or anything either. They will look nice.” But what she was saying made me think of something.
“Well if they are just going to look like this, then I can just leave the milk there right? I mean, I don’t have to squeeze it out do I?” I asked, looking down again at my big breasts. Even with all these new problems, they still looked really nice…
“Huh,” Lilith said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” She sounded ominous.
“Why not?”
“You tell me honey, I gave you those about six hours ago, how are they feeling right now?” she asked. I hadn’t really noticed, but now that she was talking about it, I came to the realization that they…ached a little bit. Nothing too bad, just a little pressure. It had been the relief from that pressure that had given me that “release” I’d felt in the bathroom.
“Are they going to be sore if I leave them full?” I asked. I lifted one breast in my hand and jiggled it a bit. It felt heavy and ached more than it did before.
“Oh it will ache for awhile I would imagine. But you don’t HAVE to do anything about it. If you don’t express your milk, it will come out, eventually,” she explained.
“You mean I will leak?” I asked.
“Just a bit,” she said and I could hear her laughing at me. My face got red.
“Well what the Hell am I supposed to do with all this milk?” I asked, “drink it?”
“You could, it won’t hurt you. Frankly I don’t care. I only called to check and make sure everything turned out okay. Sounds like things are more or less what you wanted, so I am going to run. Very busy today,” she said, suddenly sounding quite bored.
“What do you mean ‘more or less’ I already told you I didn’t want them like this,” I explained, more exasperated than ever.
“Hey Larissa, like I said, be careful what you wish for, you should’ve known that,” she said, “If you hate them, use your second wish tonight to get rid of them. But give them a spin, you might like it.” And then there was a click and the phone was dead in my hand.
For a moment I just stared into space. What in the fuck was I going to do? This was not normal. I felt a sudden increase in pressure and I looked down at my breasts. I still couldn’t get over how good they looked, but I didn’t know how I felt about the milk. This was so weird. I needed to really think about whether I wanted to get rid of my breasts with my second wish. What a waste though! I shook my head and felt and even greater pinch in my breasts.
“I can’t ignore this, even if it is just today,” I said to myself. No use worrying at this moment whether I was going to get rid of them. I had to take care of this now.
None of my bras fit me so I quickly slipped on a large t-shirt. Well, it had been large. With my new breasts, it seemed to fit perfectly, shaping over the round mounds of my breasts. I walked out into the hallway clothed now and saw that Wendy’s door was closed. That was good. My breasts bounced lightly in my shirt (sending pressure through my body) as I walked to the kitchen.
When I got to the kitchen I started tearing through the drawers. Eventually, I found a large plastic cup that I got as a souvenir at a football game one time. It was huge, like a 36 ounce cup. I thought about taking it back to my room, but even as I turned to move I felt an intense pressure in my breast. I looked down and saw two little spots of liquid forming on my shirt. I was leaking!
I didn’t have time to go back to my room. I threw my head around, checking to be absolutely positive that no one could see me, and then I quickly pulled my shirt up under my armpits so that my breasts were exposed. I could see two white drips, one on each nipple. They were growing larger, and then one drip slid down the rounded bottom of my breasts. It felt nice, the release in pressure. But I was going to make a mess, I needed to act quickly.
I set the big cup down on the kitchen counter. I then positioned my left breast over the opening and squeezed hard, much harder than I had earlier in the mirror. “Oh god!” I involuntarily moaned as a big, white jet of milk shot out of my breast and sloshed into the cup. The feeling had been incredibly intense. And pleasurable. I wondered if it was only because my breast had hurt so bad before. I carefully squeezed again and groaned with pleasure as my warm milk sloshed out of my body.
I couldn’t deny the pleasure anymore. It wasn’t just the feeling of a “release.” It was actual satisfaction. And definitely sexual. As I squeezed my breast for a third time, I felt my knees go weak and I felt a tell-tale wetness growing between my legs. I bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning squeezed again, harder than ever. Despite my efforts, I heard a whirring noise in the back of my throat as I squeezed. Each time I squeezed my breast it felt like a tongue was wetly sliding across my clitoris (not that I really knew what that felt like, but what I imagined it felt like, when I flicked my wet finger across it). I had to lean heavily against the kitchen counter as I squeezed again. My breathing was shallow and I could feel every nerve in my body. I squeezed again, and again, and again. And each time, my toes curled harder, my breathing more labored, and senses more heightened. I squeezed again and…nothing.
My eyes shot quickly down to my left breast. I saw a single drip of milk still clinging to my nipple, but my breast no longer felt full. I looked down into the cup and saw about 12 ounces of liquid collected in the bottom. I felt the feeling of ecstasy quickly starting to ebb. My right breast was still aching, and I quickly positioned it over the lid of the cup and squeezed it.
“Holy fuck!” I moaned, but barely in words. It was more like a primal groan that sounded sort of like ‘holy fuck.’ If anything, the feeling was getting more intense rather than less. I threw my head back and allowed my body to take over as I squeezed my right breast again and again. Each squeeze sent a little spurt of milk into the cup and a big jolt of lightening through my body.
I could feel it building even after the first few squirts of milk from my right breast. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling, but I’d masturbated too many times not know what it was. The more I squeezed the closer and closer I got. My whole body felt like it was vibrating and my fingers felt weak. I gave one last hard squeeze to my breast and felt the milk squirt hard out of my nipple.
“Oh my God!” I yelled loudly, not even caring if Wendy could hear me. The orgasm ripped through my body like none I’d ever felt before. Rather than glowing out slowly from my clitoris like most of orgasms, this one seemed to burst out of my chest and my pussy at the same time. Sensation, just absolute pure sensation, moved up and down my legs, my torso, and every other part of my body at the same time. Pleasure moved in every direction, making me disoriented and completely relaxed and somehow heightened at the same time. I couldn’t hear, or taste, or feel, smell, or see anything outside of my body. It was just the absolute fullness of pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the orgasm slowly subsided and I found myself standing topless in my kitchen, a bit sheepish and confused. I spent a few minutes catching my breath and trying to understand what I was feeling. What had just happened? Was that going to happen every time I made milk? And what about my milk?
I looked down into the cup on the kitchen counter. The strangeness of my recent orgasm seemed less important. Now that it had passed and I’d had an opportunity to catch my breath, I was just much more curious about my new breasts and their strange properties. I looked at my breasts. They were a little red from my forceful squeezing but, like Lilith had promised, they still looked perky and full. They no longer ached.
The cup was clear (except for football logos splashed around it haphazardly) and I could see the bluish white liquid sitting inside of it. I swirled the glass around once. The milk sloshed around and it looked thinner than regular milk (although much thicker than water), maybe like skim milk. There was a lot of it, it was definitely around the 24 ounces that Lilith had suggested. I lifted the glass up to my nose and took a furtive sniff. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it had a light, pleasant aroma. A little creamy and sweet smelling. It was actually kind of an appetizing smell. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming desire to see what it tasted like. I lifted the cup up towards my mouth and tilted it back…
“So I said….” I heard the front door bang open and heard Wendy’s loud voice. I could tell from the sound that more than one person was entering my house. I felt white hot panic course through my body, seeming to follow the same sensory pathways the orgasm had just opened. I set the cup down on the counter and quickly scrambled to find my shirt. I found it and slipped it quickly over my head. I was just adjusting it to straighten out when Wendy walked into the kitchen.
“And so I was like…” she was saying to a crew of friends following in her wake. It looked like there was another girl and about four guys following her and they were drinking in everything she was saying. I realized that all of these people were in my house and I sort of shrank back against the refrigerator, trying to make myself small.
“Oh hey Larissa,” she said sweetly when she noticed me standing in the kitchen, “You’re finally up. I hope you don’t mind, some people are over to watch the game,” Suddenly all of the eyes in the house were focused on me. Despite the fact that I had my beautiful new breasts, I felt self-conscious. Maybe I felt more self-conscious. I crossed my arms in front of me tits and blushed.
“No, that’s fine,” I said. The boys sort of gave me a once over, I could feel their eyes on my breasts, and then marched into the living room to turn on the television.
“Oh, and this is my friend Gina,” Wendy said, gesturing towards the only other girl, “She is my friend from back home. She is going to stay through the next week. Her college is off. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Hi, nice to meet you,” Gina said, extending her hand. I uncoiled one of my hands from in front of my breasts and shook it. My heart was beating quickly and I felt that same social anxiety I’d always felt around Wendy’s friends. Or any other people for that matter. Wasn’t that I’d wanted breasts? It thought this would give me confidence. This was not working out like I thought.
“Nice to meet you too,” I said all in one breath, blushing harder. I looked over Wendy’s friend. She was very pretty as well, and it was clear they had been the cool, sexy kids in high school together. Gina was almost, but not quite, as tall as Wendy. She had incredibly long, dark, red hair and lightly freckled skin. She was wearing a bikini top and some cut-off jeans and her stomach was incredible! Not overly muscled, just perfectly toned and girly. Her legs were smooth and less freckled that her face. Her breasts were large, though not as large as my new breasts. She was gorgeous and comfortable, just like Wendy. I realized I’d been looking her over too long and blushed harder, looking down at my feet. Wendy seemed to sense my discomfort, and, like she usually did, she talked to cover it up.
“Oh my god, I am glad you have something out. I had too much to drink last night and I am still hung over. Need something to re-hydrate!” she said. And with that, she reached across my body towards the cup with my milk in it. I was about to warn her, of what exactly I don’t know, but before I could, she whispered into my ear.
“Are you wearing a wonder bra or something? It looks fucking good!” and she gave me a wink. I was so flustered by that comment that I didn’t even have the wherewithal to say anything about the milk. I just watched as Wendy brought the cup up to her lips. I could see a quickly flash of white liquid as it poured into her mouth. She took a big gulp and I watched her throat move as my milk slipped into her belly.
“Oh, I didn’t expect milk!” she said, a little milk mustache on her upper lip. She licked it off slowly, “But that’s good. Sweet. What is that, that vanilla flavored soy stuff? It’s warm, I hear that stuff doesn’t have to be refrigerated as much” I opened my mouth to speak, but then just closed it again.
“Oh I wanted to try that,” Gina said. I watched, helplessly as Gina took the cup out of Wendy’s hands and put it up to her own mouth. Once again, I watched as a girl drank my milk. My own mouth was dry, nervous. I needed to get away, be in my private room again, “Yeah, that is yummy.”
“I am stealing this by the way,” Wendy said, taking the milk back from Gina and taking a quick sip, “I know you drank my last Snapple. Now we are even.”
“Hey, you ladies are going to miss kick off,” one of the dudes said. When I looked over I saw he was looking at me. Rather than feeling flattered, like I always figured I would, I just felt more self-conscious.
“Coming,” Wendy said, “You want to come watch? Should be a good game.” I looked at all of the people in the room. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to want to say yes. But I couldn’t. I just wanted to be away again.
“No I am… I have some stuff I need to do,” I said. Wendy gave me a concerned look, I must’ve been acting strange, even for me. But she didn’t say anything.
“Okay, well, if you get time later, come in,” she said.
“Or just come in now!” the guy in the room said and one of the other guys laughed.
“Smooth bro,” the other guy said. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and quickly walked out of the room. I stopped just outside of the kitchen to catch my breath. What had just happened? I hadn’t even had time to understand how I’d had an orgasm and then Wendy was there and all her friends. And I still froze just like I always froze, and Wendy and Gina drank my milk, and…
“You didn’t tell me your roommate was hot,” I heard the guy who’d been staring at me say. I felt the flattery now, but I knew if I was standing there next to him, I would be completely ashamed. I inched closer to the kitchen door, listened in to hear what they said.
“Don’t be a perv,” I heard Wendy respond. Then I heard another guy, I think it was Wendy’s current boyfriend, speak.
“I don’t even understand why your roommates with her. It’s not like you guys are friends or anything. And she is so weird. Like a hermit or something. But yeah, she is pretty hot.” I heard what sounded like the guy getting hit in the face with a pillow.
“You’re an ass,” She said, but didn’t actually sound angry, “I don’t know, I remember after freshman year and everyone was pairing off to get roommates the next year. All of my friends were total flakes, but I knew from some ice-breaking thing during orientation that her parents were loaded. I figured that I wouldn’t have to worry about her missing payments. Like I would if Laura was my roommate.” Well that answered one question I’d always had. Why did Wendy want to be my roommate? My parents had money. Well if I felt shitty before…
“That’s cold!” one of the guys said.
“No, I mean I know that sounds terrible. I was a bitch maybe, but actually Larissa is incredibly sweet! I mean she is crazy shy for some reason, but I think knowing her now I would want her for a roommate even without the rich parents,” she said. I guess that made me feel a little better.
“Whatever,” another guys voice said, “I am going to grab a beer from the fridge, anyone want anything?” he asked. I figured that meant they were done talking about me behind my back. I slinked away from the kitchen door and then slumped back to my bedroom, defeated again.
I grabbed a quick shower while everyone was still in my house watching television, but other than that I spent the rest of the day huddled in my room, trying to sort everything out. First and perhaps most importantly, I still loved my breast. Regardless of any other concerns, I knew that there was no way I was going to get rid of them. Even while I lay on my back thinking about my day, I couldn’t help but stare at them and touch them gently. I had decided I was going to stay in my room all day, topless and just enjoy it. So after my shower, I’d just put on a pair of tight cloth shorts and nothing else. And that is what I’d been doing until the sun went down and Wendy and all her friends went into the backyard drank beer.
Beyond just the way my new breast looked on me, I had to admit that the orgasm I’d had in the kitchen was the most powerful I’d ever had in my life. I guess all of my orgasms were pretty similar before that, considering I’d given them all to myself in pretty much the same way. But that didn’t change how powerful it was. And the more I thought of it, the less I was annoyed with the milk. I mean it was a slight inconvenience, sure, but nothing with compared to how the breasts looked or how it felt when I was making the milk. And, I had to admit to myself, the milk aspect was a little sexy to me too. I produced something with my body, and, based on the way Gina and Wendy reacted, it tasted good. I don’t know why, but that turned me on. Just the thought of them drinking it turned me on…
But thinking of them reminded me of the one negative of my breasts: they hadn’t worked. There I was in the kitchen with big tits and apparently looking “hot” and I still froze. I was still just as “weird” as ever. I’d thought that breasts were some sort of magic bullet to cure my social anxiety and my crippling awkwardness. That just seemed so naïve now. And frustrating. And that was the feeling I felt most of all, just intense frustration deep inside of my stomach, worming away at me. And I noticed after a long while that, along with my unbearable frustration, my breasts we starting to hurt. For a moment I couldn’t figure out what that meant, maybe big breasts were sensitive to anxiety. Then I remembered. It had been six hours. It was time to milk. And I thought of one of my all-time favorite ways to release frustration…
I looked around the room for a cup of for something else to catch my milk in. I knew from experience at this point that there was going to be a good deal of it. I saw a small cup that I used for water, but it was nowhere near big enough. In fact, the only thing I saw in the room that would be anywhere near large enough to hold 24 ounces of liquid was a jewelry box that my father got me one year. It didn’t look to be watertight. I was running out of ideas. And my breasts were really starting to hurt.
I didn’t want to get dressed and walk out to the kitchen. There was a clear view from the backyard into the kitchen. I didn’t want Wendy or her friends to ask me to go outside. I shifted uneasily on the bed, wondering what I was going to do. As I shifted my new, large breasts moved in a way that I was not used to. They sort of rose up on my chest a little bit. I wasn’t used to have breasts large enough to move that way. It sort of surprised me. And it also gave me an idea that sent a chill down my spine.
I scooted back on the bed so that my neck was leaned up against the headboard. This made my head sit up at a ninety degree angle from my body with my chin hard on my sternum. It was slightly uncomfortable, but now my large breasts were just a few inches from my face.
I thought about Gina and Wendy earlier, how they’d both taken a drink of my milk. There didn’t seem to be an ill effects. Lilith said as much. And I remembered how it smelled. How close I’d come to tasting it before they came into the kitchen. My heart was beating quickly, I was excited. I reached down and took one of my breasts in my hand. I carefully tilted my breasts up so that my nipple was facing towards my mouth.
I guess that the pressure I placed on my breast from doing so was a little bit too much. I felt that same, intense release feeling I’d had before. And I giggled a little to myself as I felt a hot splash of warm liquid across my face. I could feel milk dribbling down my cheek and I could see a little drop of the stuff hanging from my nipple.
But now my nipple was just a few inches from my lips and in perfect position. It was a little more uncomfortable than I thought (my new breasts weren’t THAT big), but in a few seconds I felt my warm lips gently wrap around my nipple. My body felt electric from the touch and I squirmed on the bed when I felt my tongue graze flirtingly across my areola. And I tasted the little drop of milk that had been dangling so gently from my new breast.
It was just the barest hint of a flavor. Sweet. Much sweeter than regular milk. It was actually even sweeter than the vanilla soymilk that Wendy had mistaken it for. It was warm, just as warm as my mouth, which I suppose was not surprising. It tasted vaguely of melon, it is hard to explain. It was thick and velvety and even the small drop seemed to spread out over my tongue, coating it in flavor. I felt my eyes widen as the sensation danced across my tongue. And even as I tasted it, I felt my nipple harden in my mouth. I don’t know if was the feel of my hot tongue on my skin that did it, the taste of my own sweet milk, or if it was, as I suspect, a combination of both. And I wanted more of it.
I wrapped my lips tighter and sucked in, forming a vacuum with my mouth. And as I did so I felt that intense release feeling I’d had before, but so much more this time. The milk came out in a solid burst, so much more than even I’d gotten with my hardest squeeze earlier in the day. The first thing that I noticed was the smell filling my nose. It was almost fruity. Then I felt my cheeks begin to bulge with liquid and I tasted the flavor again. It was that super-sweet melon flavor from before, but overwhelming in the amount. It coated my entire tongue and I felt it slip down my throat cleanly. I moaned around my nipple and writhed on the bed. I sucked hard again and the milk sloshed into my mouth. Pleasure rippled through my body, reaching a small crescendo and then lilting again. I squealed and hoped no one outside could hear me.
I needed more. I decided to start sucking smoothly and consistently. I steadily started to pulled milk into my mouth, sucking at an even clip. The milk poured into my mouth and down my throat. More importantly, I felt the familiar tingling start to build up inside of me. I shook on the bed as I sucked my nipple and drank down my milk. I closed my eyes and tried to comprehend the enormity of the bizarre sensation I was experiencing and the pleasure of it. I sucked deeper and deeper and I tasted more and more and then…Nothing.
I sucked again and tasted nothing. The building sensation of my orgasm started to diminish. For a moment I was confused. I know that sounds silly, but I was so engrossed by what I was doing that I honestly did not understand what was happening. I pulled my breast out of my mouth and it glistened with my spit. But it was devoid of milk. I quickly realized what was happening and dropped my breast. My stomach felt slightly full of milk, I hadn’t even realized it at first. But I ignored that feeling and I quickly grabbed my other one and shoved it into my mouth like a child grabbing a pacifier.
As soon as my hard nipple was in my mouth I started to suck it in the steady, level manner that I’d found so pleasurable with my other breast. And the tension inside of me started to rise against instantly. I could feel my tight shorts rub against my clit as I writhed on the bed. I suddenly realized that I was only using half of my assets!
While I held my breast up to my mouth with my left hand, my right hand quickly shot between my legs. My fingers wiggled underneath of the elastic band on my shorts. They glided over my smooth, waxed mons and across my labia. I felt the thick wetness of my dripping pussy. I dipped my fingers gently into my vagina, getting my fingers slick and wet. Then I slid back up and found my hard little clit. I squealed as soon as I touched it, sucking harder on my nipple.
But in a moment, I was working in a perfect rhythm. As my tongue flicked my nipple and my mouth sucked out my milk, my fingers skittered around my clitoris. The force of the feeling I’d had earlier in the kitchen when I’d milked myself the first time was not added to by my attention to my clitoris. It was multiplied. I could barely think as my body moved faster and faster and faster. My fingers flew and I sucked in milk so quickly that it overflowed my mouth and dripped down my cheeks and neck.
It felt almost like I’d been experiencing an orgasm the entire time. That is, until, the actual orgasm occurred. It started in my throat. I made a quavering, gurgling sound as the milked slid into my belly around a loud groan. From there, my body started to convulse as my eyes rolled back in my head. Then a powerful warmth built from my nipples and shot through my body down to my clitoris. And then everything was beautiful. It was beyond an orgasm, it was the experience of absolute bliss and pure feeling wrapped around my entire body. I felt beauty. I opened my mouth and gasped and my now empty breast fell from my mouth.
“Oh Christ!” I almost screamed as it reached its peak and started to subside.
“Wrong one!” a fierce and sultry voice came from the foot of my bed. For a moment I thought it was Wendy or Gina, but of course, I knew better. The bliss I’d felt instantly dropped and my skin felt tight. My hand flew from between my legs, almost dripping wet, and my eyes flew open. For a second I couldn’t make sense of the world. Then I saw Lilith standing at the foot of my bed. She was leaning against the bottom of the bed with one hand and was twirling her tail seductively. She was staring at me intently, her eyes a fiery red.
“Shit!” I screamed and jumped in the bed. Lilith threw her head back and cackled. I pulled my legs up to my chest as Lilith started to walk slowly around the bed.
“I thought you made a lot of noise and crashed through the floor,” I said softly. Despite the fact that Lilith was not…human, I was still intensely embarrassed that she’d seen me masturbating. And I was also a bit uneasy seeing her. The night before I hadn’t really believed that I was really seeing anything. Now I knew she was legit. And that made her dangerous. And sexy. She slinked around the bed and sat down next to me. I could feel her heat as she grabbed my wrist.
“I can do whatever I want. I didn’t see any need for theatrics tonight,” she said disinterestedly. She lifted my right hand up to her face and smiled deviously as she sniffed my fingers. Her long tongue shot out of her mouth and wrapped, hot, around my fingers, sucking off the juice from my pussy. It felt strangely nice, but I was unnerved, I yanked my hand back. I grabbed around my knees in a sort of sitting fetal position. Lilith raised her eyebrows at me.
“I thought we were friends!” Lilith said and pouted out her lips.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“That hurts,” she said, but didn’t sound like she was hurt. She rolled over onto the bed so that she was lying next to me, “But I suppose you have a tendency to want something one day and hate it the next,” she said. She then reached between my arms and pinched my breast lightly. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. I shifted and then looked at her.
“Stop,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Well, don’t you want to get rid of your breasts? You seemed pretty sure about it this morning,” she said, pinching me again.
“No, I uh… I changed my mind,” I said.
“They sort of grew on you eh?” she said and then she laughed again, “I’m sorry, that was bad.” But then she cackled again. She moved her hand away from her breast.
“I want to keep them, thank you,” I said, feeling a bit more comfortable. She seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
“I could see you were enjoying them,” she said and I blushed harder, “Don’t worry, I am not the one who gets hung up about such things.” She said, rolling her eyes to the sky. I felt embarrassed again, a sort of ridiculous feeling in this situation, but there it was. And I didn’t really like references to God when I was selling a second third of my soul. I looked at the clock. It was only around 9:00 p.m., “Isn’t it earlier tonight?” I was trying to change the subject. She looked at the clock as well.
“I have time now to grant a second wish,” She said, “I didn’t imagine that anytime would be bad for that. Why? Are you afraid your friends will hear? Don’t worry, I am only seen when I want to be seen.”
“They aren’t my friends,” I said, completely unable to cover the dejected sound in my voice. However, I was glad to hear they wouldn’t be walking in see…whatever this was.
“Oh no?” Lilith said, looking like she was truly surprised, “You mean they didn’t throw themselves at your feet and beg for your friendship when they saw your big new breasts?” It was clear she knew exactly what I’d been thinking and was not surprised that it failed.
“You know what happened, I can tell,” I said, she smiled at me and then stood up off of the bed. I let go of my knees. Lilith started to pace back and forth in my room slowly, keeping her eyes on me.
‘Well, tell me exactly what went wrong,” she said. For a moment, I felt like evading her questions, but then I felt my shoulders slump.
“I thought that if I looked like I’d always wanted to look that my anxiety would take care of itself. But I was wrong,” I said. Lilith kept pacing, when she was facing me she spoke.
“So what is it that you are lacking? What can I help you with?” she asked. And for a moment I thought about it. It was clear that I needed something internal. It wasn’t my looks that were holding me back. It was something else.
“I don’t know, I feel like I am socially awkward or that I say stupid things all the time,” I said, shaking my head. Lilith paced until she was facing me again.
“Lots of people say stupid things all the time and just keep talking and making friends,” she said. I looked at her strangely. I hadn’t expected her to push back.She seemed to sense that.
“I want to make sure you make the correct wish, no confusion this time,” she said. And I nodded, that was actually very nice. Then, I thought about what she said. About social awkwardness. She was right. And the problem wasn’t so much that I said or did stupid things. It was that I was so nervous about doings something stupid or awkward, that I didn’t even start.
“You’re right though, that isn’t it. It’s like I need…confidence,” I said. And Lilith nodded her head sagely.
“Confidence, courage, purpose,” she said slowly and with each word I started nodding. She was prescribing exactly what I needed. She was saying all the things that I’d thought the breasts would give me indirectly, but saying them directly.
“Yeah, those things,” I said. She stopped pacing and looked at me intently.
“Then say exactly what it is you want,” she said, her eyes black as coal. I felt nervous and would have dropped my gaze from her eyes if I’d hadn’t been too afraid to do so. Too afraid to be afraid, I needed something for sure. I needed more than just courage. I needed more than just boldness. I needed…
“I need balls, you know?” Finally finding the one word that I needed. Lilith’s eyes suddenly burst into red flames and a strange smile crossed her face. Like she was pleasantly surprised with my answer. It felt good, like I was already being bold.
“Done!” she said. And, despite the fact that I should’ve seen it coming (Oh what I should’ve seen coming!) her tail whipped around again quickly, striking my head and knocking me out once more.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO