Bessie wandered through the countryside to the village where Amy lived. The pleasant taste of the cowgirl milk was still in her mouth, although even she wasn't sure if she believed the stories about it making your boobs bigger. If it was true, she would have to let Randa drink it all, because she certianly didn't need it for her own oversized wangers, and at 13 she still had some growing to do of her own. Size-wise, her father had recently come back from a rare trip to the nearest town with a 36F bra for her to wear, but whilst the straps had had to be considerably shortened to fit her rather miniscule frame, the cups themselves had been uncomfortably snug, so she only wore it for smart occasions. Amy could have some though, because although she was younger still and threatening to catch Bessie up, she had from an early age expressed a desire for them to grow as big as a cowgirl they had once seen who's udders, like Jen's, were big to the point of inhibiting her walking.
Bess's own breasts felt larger and heavier as she walked, a glance downwards and they even looked bigger- but then she had been walking a while and felt tired, and come to think of it she had not taken much notice of them for a week or so. It was no more dramatic than the overnight enlargements she had woken up with at the height of her growth spurt. Her nipples stuck out unrealistically through her t-shirt, not only stiff and erect but monstrously engorged- but she blamed this on the cool breeze and didn't touch them, worried she might end up arousing herself to the point of needing to crazily masturbate in a clearing somewhere, and then getting caught. So she walked on and tried to think about other things
Presently, she felt at once on the outside of her breasts something akin to intense pins and needles, and on the inside, a feeling like indigestion, but obviously higher up. Probably just growing pains... but no, it was too much of a coincidence, it had to be the milk - Amy would be so excited when she told her! - but surely the first dose wouldn't make much difference on its own?
About 100 yards later she felt warm milk trickle out of her left nipple. "Oh GOD, its happening", she moaned, and dashed off the main causeway in to the trees, and hitched her t-shirt over the top of her now undeniably bigger, bouncier bosoms. The initial dribble had subsided, but the indigestion-like pain had intensified and somehow she new there was worse to come, like when you know you're not going to last the day without an explosive poo. Sure enough, as she gave her left tit a tentaitive rub to try and soothe the feeling, the slight pressure restarted the dribble, and as she dared press harder it grew to a steady squirt like a drinking water fountain. Then, without stopping with the left, the same with the other hand on the right. She squeezed harder with her whole hands, daring to tweak the actual teats and direct the spray. But the milk seemed to be gaining its own momentum also, and the 2 sprays became gushing and multidirectional. She felt like the feeling could be not altogether unpleasant if she could get used to it and somehow control the urgency, just like she had at times deliberately held in her pee and her poo so it was more satisfying when she went. Her nipples were nicely sensitive, after all. By the time the flow subsided she could probably have filled one of Randa's buckets from each boob. Her breasts seemed to shrink again at the end, although she realized that in fact they were still bigger than when she set off, and that they had been phenonenally large when the milk was in full flow. She wondered how big they would have got if she hadn't given the milk a helping squeeze. What would have happened to Randa, who's breasts didn't have an enormous capacity to start with?
She was at once horrified and excited by her body's new capabilities- but would they turn out to be demands? What next? She had to tell Randa and was tempted to try more milk... but she was meeting Amy, and Amy would definitely know what to do because she'd looked in to it for the purposes of her fantasies.
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