"Aww, Jim, it's a nice present. Thank you." she said, with a good natured laugh. Jim wiped the sweat from his brow, Sharon had liked it.
"It's sort of corny, but since it's from you I'll wear it for the party." she called back to him, while walking towards the bedroom to change. A few moments later, Sharon returned wearing the new shirt, but more than just her shirt had changed.
The shirt was stretched tight around a pair of breasts so large, they threated to fall out of the womans-medium-sized shirt at any moment as they quaked and undulated with Sharon's gait. He could see her now two inch long nipples making large indentations in the stretched fabric, surrounded by a patch of wetness that could only be one thing, milk. The shirt now said "Yes" under the text "Got Milk?".
Jim was amazed, the shirts did have the power to change people! He thought back to the other shirts, and realized he'd have to go back to the store later. But for now...
"Jim, look what happened when I put the shirt on!" Sharon said, "It changed to say 'Yes'! Is it milk activated or something?" It seemed Sharon didn't think there was anything odd about having twin gallon sized milk jugs on her chest. She did a little walk to model the shirt for him, the ensuing undulation caused the wet spots on her shirt to grow slightly. "Well, how's it look?" she asked.
"Amazing, it looks great." said Jim in a daze. He wondered why Sharon suddenly seemed fine with the bottoms of her breasts hanging out from the shirt and her nipples plainly on the display.
Sharon hugged Jim, pressing her milky orbs into his chest and soaking both of their shirts with a fresh gush of lactation. "Oops!" cried Sharon, "I've got to remember to be more careful with these when they're full." she patted the sides of her boobs while saying it, causing them to jiggle enticingly in her shirt.
"Jim, why don't you help milk me?" she was walking towards the bathroom now, "I'm feeling uncomfortably full right now." Jim followed in a lustful trance.
Once there, Sharon sat down on the edge of the tub, and peeled the shirt over her chest and off. Without the shirt to absorb it, beads of milk formed on the tips her long turgid nipples. She reached up and gave her right nipple a good tweak, her engorged teat was almost large enough to fill her hand, causing a stream of milk to shoot out across the tub and a gasp to escape her lips.
Jim couldn't resists, and did the same to the other breast, causing Sharon to let out a girlish squeal of surprise. He began to work and knead her left breast, while she played with the right. With each stream of milk, she would gasp and squirm from the obviously heightened sensitivity. After a few minutes of this, there was milk sprayed everywhere in the bathroom, and Sharon was breathing heavily from arousal. Sharon screamed in the throws of a powerful orgasm from the nipple play, just before her lactation finally eased up. Her breasts were slightly smaller now that they were drained of their burden.
Thu Mar 29 11:55:08 2007