New year new me

Amy looked at the treadmill that the delivery company had just set up. She'd drunkenly ordered it during the New Years party and, after talking it over with her boyfriend, Paul, Amy had decided to keep the thing. Looking down at her body, she needed an excuse to exercise and lose some weight. Paul, a tad on the pudgy side himself, had agreed to go on the Keto diet with her. He'd even gone so far to buy matching "his and hers" vitamin supplements. It wasn't exactly a New Year's resolution, but it was one she hoped she'd be able to keep.

They were quite the pair, having met at the local renaissance fair a couple of years ago with him being one of the vendors. They'd hit it off over the turkey legs he was selling. Amy did love a man who knew how to cook. He'd shown her around and introduced her. Before long, she'd bought a few skirts and tops and was decked out like a gypsy. She'd spent the rest of the day around Paul and came back the next to do the same. In the end, Paul had asked if she'd like to go see a movie with her later that week. It was their first official date. Her friend Stacy had said she'd seen him at one of the jewelry shops recently, so Amy was hoping he'd pop the question soon.

Amy made her way to her bathroom and took off her t-shirt and sweatpants. Staring at herself in the mirror, wearing only her bra and panties, she tried to picture herself in a wedding dress. She frowned, given how overweight she both looked and felt. She was tired of people calling her "the fat chick" when most of her friends were fit. Getting over her chocolate cravings were going to be the biggest hurdle. Amy used the phone's camera to take a selfie. "Bye, bye, old me," she said, her tone hopeful.

At five feet and ten inches tall, she was as tall as some of the guys she was friends with. Paul was almost six foot four and one of the few guys that made her feel short. What he saw in her she still wasn't sure. Her waist was as big as his was and she felt like a blimp some days. Well, except for her breasts. "Why can't I have big boobs since I have a big belly?" Amy pouted. She wore a 50C bra most days, which, would probably reduce to an A-cup if she lost much weight. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her sweats and tee back on and headed for the treadmill.

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A week later, Amy had to admit that it was working. She'd lost five pounds and had started to get over her cravings for sweets. Her bra still fit, sort of. It wasn't as comfortable as it had been last week. She fished out one of her old bras and found that, while the band size felt right, her breasts were overfilling the cup. Still, the 48C bra felt better than the 50C and gave her enough support, even if her breasts seemed mashed together in the middle. She decided to hold off, in case her breasts reduced to match her frame as she suspected they would.

It took three weeks before Amy decided to check again. Most of her clothes were getting too loose to wear and her back ached from poor support. Amy stood in front of the mirror, happy that she'd lost another ten pounds, and measured herself. Her boobs looked proportionally bigger, which was both a concern and something to cheer about. As she drew the tape around her chest and then around her breasts, her eyes widened. She'd gone from a 50C to a 46F over the last month. Her boobs were growing instead of shrinking.

Part of Amy wanted to be alarmed, but she remembered her complaint about wishing she had big boobs. Well, she had them now and they did look nice. She cupped them with her hands and giggled a bit at how they overfilled her palms. They wouldn't overfill Paul's palms, though. Just thinking about that made her a little hot. She checked her waist and hips, which had also slimmed down. Her figure was still an exaggerated hourglass, but it was a slimmer one.

Amy pulled on a pair of sweats, tied the drawstring snug, pulled on a now loose-fitting tee, and slipped on some tennis shoes before grabbing her purse and heading for the door. She needed some new clothes before seeing Paul for their date tonight.

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A month later, Amy went to see her doctor for an annual checkup. She knew she'd lost more weight, but she was starting to get concerned about her breasts. Not only had they continued to outgrow her weight loss, but her breasts also felt tight lately. Amy had needed to get a new bra earlier that day and was shocked that the store carried a 42I bra. The nurse weighed her at the scale, trying not to stare at Amy's breasts. The machine showing one hundred and eighty-three pounds. Amy was astonished. She'd lost almost fifteen pounds a month.

The nurse took her vitals before leaving Amy in the exam room for the doctor. It wasn't long before the middle-aged woman stepped inside. Doctor Cynthia Green had been Amy's doctor for over a decade. Her eyes widened when she saw Amy and a smile curled on her lips. "Looks like you've lost some weight," the doctor said. "Good for you\!" Amy blushed a bit at that as the doctor went through the routine procedures. She checked the computer before turning back to Amy. "So, it says you're concerned about your breasts? They do look a bit swollen compared to what I'd expect."

Amy nodded. "They also feel tight and somewhat sensitive. They're also not sagging as much as I'd expect, given how much weight I lost. Not that I'm complaining about that."

The doctor nodded. "Well, let me take a look at them," she said, prompting Amy to lift her shirt. The doctor prodded Amy's breasts. "Does that hurt?"

"Not overly," Amy said, "but it doesn't feel comfortable, either."

"I see," Doctor Green said. "Would you take off your bra as well?"

Amy gave the doctor a curious look but did as she was asked. Doctor Green did a quick check for lumps and felt something weird around Amy's nipples. Amy's records didn't show anything about being pregnant. Still, the doctor was curious. Giving Amy's nipple a pinch, Doctor Green was surprised when a small droplet of fluid formed on Amy's nipple. Amy gasped at the feeling. The doctor wheeled over to the computer. "It seems you're lactating," Doctor Green said, her tone curious. "I'd like to run some blood work, mostly routine. You're still on birth control, but I want to make sure you're not pregnant along with a few other possibilities."

"Lactating?" Amy looked down at her breasts as the thought sunk into her breasts. Her finger ran to the nipple the doctor had pinched and felt the dampness. "It's not anything serious, right?"

The doctor shook her head. "It shouldn't be. Still, I'm going to recommend pumping to relieve the discomfort for the time being. I should have the bloodwork back later today. Any questions?"

Amy shook her head and put her bra back on before tugging her shirt on over it. She waited for a nurse to come to draw blood before heading to the local pharmacy to get a breast pump, finding out there that her insurance was covering it. When she got home, it took some trial and error to get the hand pump working, but the release that came was almost orgasmic. The discomfort she'd been feeling the last few days eased as she milked herself.

By the time she was done pumping her breasts, it was almost time for dinner. She debated draining the milk into the sink, but, just so she had proof, she poured what was almost a quarter cup of milk into a mason jar and left it in the fridge. Her phone rang as she closed the door. It was the doctor's office.

"First, you're not pregnant. All of the tests we ran came back negative except for your hormone levels," the nurse explained. "They're a little off, but nothing Doctor Green feels you should be concerned about. She recommends pumping for another day, then going to every other day, then once a week or as needed until the lactation stops."

Staring at the fridge and thinking about Paul, Amy had a thought. "Am I at risk if I decide to keep pumping whenever my breasts ache?" Amy asked.

There was a pause on the other end. "Not that I see on the charts," the nurse replied.

Amy smiled. "Thank you. I'll take it under advisement." Amy started to make dinner and began to wonder what Paul would think about her lactating breasts. He was out of town on business and would be back next week, just in time for them both to leave on what Paul was calling his "work-cation": a week-long renaissance fair in New Orleans that Amy was looking forward to portraying his busty, lusty, serving wench. She'd taken the time off from work and had ordered a few new outfits for it, given the weight she'd lost.

Over the next week, Amy was both amused and annoyed by how often she needed to use the pump. She'd bought a bigger purse just to fit the pump inside it, so she could pump at lunch. Luckily, none of her coworkers at the office either noticed or chose to say anything about her secretly pumping. It had gotten to the point where she'd spent a little and gotten an electric pump. She'd also grown a cup size as she found out when she went looking for a new sports bra. She'd brought a couple of nursing bras as well, as she figured she'd need them.

When Paul pulled up in front of Amy's house, Amy was already packed and ready to go; however, she'd been two weeks without seeing him and wanted some alone time before they got on the road. She'd also intentionally not pumped herself that morning and couldn't wait to see Paul's reaction. She was in the living room, reading a book when he unlocked her door and walked in. She set the book down and stood up before making her way across the room to wrap her arms around him.

Paul kissed her soundly. "God, I missed you," he said, his hands cupping her rear. He'd toned up a bit over the last few months and had started working at a forge during fairs and while at home to build extra muscle.

Amy loved how Paul's arms felt around her even has his hands slid up her skirt. "So, before we leave," Amy began, "I've got something to tell you." She slid her hand between Paul's legs and began to stroke him through his pants. "First, before we go anywhere, sugar, I need some of this."

Paul chuckled. "I think I can make time for that," he said, smiling down at Amy. "What else?"

"I'm not pregnant, but," Amy said, pausing to pull her t-shirt off, "apparently my body has had an interesting reaction to all this lost weight." She lifted the flap of the bra she was wearing to expose her nipple. "Would my knight in shining armor like a taste of his lady's bounty?" Amy offered, lifting her melonous breast with both hands. A droplet of milk formed on her nipple. Paul's eyes widened. Amy sucked on her lip. "If it's not to your liking, I can…"

As Paul's lips latched around Amy's nipple, she stopped and smiled. "I think my lord is pleased," she said with a moan. Paul nodded his head and sucked on Amy's breasts, savoring the taste. Amy traced her fingers through Paul's hair. "You can have all you like once we get to my room," Amy said, stepping away, "and give me what I crave." Her eyes went back to his crotch before she grinned at him.

"I aim to please, my lady," Paul said, jokingly, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to the bedroom. It didn't take long for both to be naked with Amy atop Paul and riding his thick shaft. She felt so desirable and attractive as she rode him, so feminine, especially when he tipped his head up to suck on her nipple.

Amy moaned in response, her wide hips rocking, her hands to each side of him. She loved how long and thick he was. The additional muscle tone he'd put on made him even more delectable. "That's it, my lord," Amy said, fully into the Renaissance Faire shtick, "let me bring you pleasure. Fill me with your shaft. I need it."

Paul's hips lifted to meet hers, thrusting up and filling Amy, their hips meeting again and again as he filled her. His lips popped from her nipple as he swallowed her milk. He growled as his pace quickened and he was seized by a desire to cum inside her that bordered on the insane.

Amy cried out, savoring the feeling of him penetrating her so deeply. She didn't remember his cock being so large or filling her so well. It was unbelievable. "Fuck me, my lord. Let me be your lusty wench. Cum inside me, I beg of you."

It was too much for Paul. Arching his back, he buried his cock deep inside Amy's slick, hot folds and unleashed a torrent of cum inside her. Amy's eyes rolled back as his orgasm triggered hers, her pussy clamping around his cock and milking it much as she wanted him to milk her tits. She collapsed atop him and, for the first time in their relationship, she didn't hear him protest. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back, kissing her lips tenderly.

As their orgasms subsided, they parted, sliding off the bed. "Shared shower?" Amy asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Paul nodded. For the first time in months, they both fit inside and tried to quickly shower. Paul had a different idea.

"It may be a bit of a waste, but," he paused, "I think a slight encore is in order." He began to tug on Amy's nipple while standing behind her, his free hand between her legs. In no time, she was spraying milk against the shower walls while trying not to collapse from the heat building between her legs. Paul switched hands and milked her other breast.

"Paul, I'm going to…" Amy moaned. Paul moved his hand from her breast to her waist, propping her up as Amy's body reached her second orgasm for the day. As her body relaxed and she regained her footing, she kissed his cheek. "When we get to the fair and get our tent set up, you're totally getting a blow job for that, you wicked man."

The two finished their shower and got dressed, with Amy grabbing her luggage. They were an hour behind scheduled and both couldn't wait to get to the Faire.

Amy smiled as she and Paul left the private sleeping area of the marquee tent the two had set up for the Renaissance Faire. She was somewhat surprised at her forthrightness, but she had promised Paul a blowjob a few hours again after the mind-blowing orgasm that he gave her in the shower at her place. The fair didn't start until the next day but there was still a lot for the pair to set up. Until then, it was jeans and a snug blouse that showed off her large, I-cup breasts.

Paul took every opportunity to show that he noticed, pausing often to tease her by getting in a gentle caress or casual grope. Amy should have been offended but, instead, she was amused by his antics. After all, tomorrow, she was playing the part of the busty, lusty serving wench. Of course, if anyone else tried to manhandle her, that was another story.

Once they had the grill and smokers set up, they gave their friend Robert a call. He was Paul's business partner and had agreed to watch the smokers and camp for the evening so that Amy and Paul could do a little sight-seeing. Before that, though, Amy had to make a quick stop in the tent to relieve her breasts, only to find the battery was dead on the pump.

"Everything okay in there," Paul asked, peeking inside and noting Amy's blouse was undone.

Amy frown. "I must have forgotten to recharge the pump before we left," she replied, sucking on her lip. "They feel pretty full."

Paul smiled and kneeled beside her, his hands cupping her breast. "I have a solution for that," he said. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suck on her milk, causing Amy to bite back a moan.

Amy smiled down at Paul and stroked his hair. "You've been remarkably okay with this," she said as Paul switched to her other breast. "Anything you feel like telling me?"

Paul shrugged. "Well, I know we've both agreed to not have kids for a while. Still, as far as your breasts being full of milk? It's a fertility thing for me, and that's a huge turn on."

"Kinky, but I can accept that," she replied. Paul smiled as he sucked from her left breast. "One of these days, I may let you milk me a little more directly."

Paul's lips popped from around Amy's nipple. He looked up at her curiously. "You're no cow, love."

"Moo," Amy said jokingly. She gave a sigh. "Thank you so much. My breasts don't ache as much, hon. I should be okay."

Paul stood as Amy hooked the flaps back on the nursing bra. He helped her to her feet and buttoned up her blouse before kissing her lips. "You're very welcome," Paul said, taking Amy's hand. "Now, are you ready to see the sights?"

"I can't wait."

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The pair enjoyed a night out on the town including a horse ride through Jackson Square. While the air was in the lower sixties, compared to the cold of the Midwest they'd left, it was just right as far as Amy was concerned, especially as Amy snuggled against Paul for the ride. They then headed to a gumbo joint that Robert had suggested and enjoyed a nice meal before heading back to the campgrounds.

That night, as the paid slept, Amy spooned against Paul, Amy dreamed of herself, dressed in a peasant girl outfit. She walked up to Paul, her breasts both larger than basketballs and almost as spherical, all while carrying a huge metal pail. "It's time to milk me," she said, swaying her tits back and forth. Paul took the pail from her hands and lifted her top and waited for her to lean over the post that had appeared. She did so, letting her huge breasts hang from her chest. It felt comfortable, almost natural, for her to do this.

Amy watched as Paul moved the bench beside the post and began stroking her breasts before tugging on her nipples, causing long sprays of milk to stream into the pail. It felt so good to be milked. With her narrow waist and hourglass figure, the only thing that would make this better was if she were pregnant. As she thought that, her belly began to swell, larger and larger. At first, there was barely a slope at all. As the dream milking progressed, her belly surpassed the size she would expect a normal woman would look like she was nine months pregnant and then nine months pregnant with twins.

"Such a good cow," Paul said.

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The buzzer of her phone snapped Amy out of her dream. The first thing that she noticed was that her breasts were leaking followed shortly by Paul's hand that was cupping her right breast gently. The fact was that it was six in the morning and, while she was quite comfortable under the blankets, that didn't change that the two of them needed to get up and get the smokers running. Amy got up and got herself ready while Paul stumbled out to make coffee.

Much to Amy's dismay, even after using the now recharged breast pump, her breasts no longer fit in her bra. While she could get her bra on, it was simply too tight to be comfortable. She checked her phone and did a quick web search for local plus size boutiques. Finding one, she pulled up directions, slipped on the peasant blouse and skirt and went to find Paul.

Paul noted her aggravation immediately. "What's wrong, Amy?"

She walked up to him and fished in his pocket. "I need your keys," she said before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "my bra's too snug. I need to run to get a new one."

Paul's eyes went to her chest and the bulge in his pants became immediately evident. Amy narrowed her eyes when she noticed. "Be glad that I'm flattered by that," Amy said with a smirk. "I better not catch those eyes staring at another woman or I might get jealous."

"Yes, ma'am," Paul said with a boyish grin as Amy fished out the keys. "Drive safe."

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Amy drove to the boutique and was immediately astonished by its size. They didn't have anything like this back home. As she ventured through the aisles, she came to a section that included both maternity wear and post-maternity wear, including corsets that had places for nursing pads, to keep any leaks contained. Before she bought them, though, she needed to have someone check her size. She found one of the clerks, a young woman named Claire, who escorted her back to one of the large changing rooms.

"I was a bit more swollen this morning, even after pumping," Amy explained.

Claire nodded as she jotted down the measurements. "When was the last time you checked, sugar? Your bra size is mighty off. You're not a 42I, hon. You're a 40K. Color me impressed. They're barely sagging at all. You are lucky indeed."

Amy's jaw almost hit the floor at the number. Over the last few months, she'd grown a cup size every month or so. Now, she'd grown two cup sizes in a single night. "I don't imagine you carry anything that big, do you? I'm here at the Renaissance Faire with my boyfriend and I need to be able to get around without leaking. I know it may be wishful thinking, but one of the post-pregnancy corsets?"

Claire pondered that for a bit. "I think I've got two that should: one in red and one in black. Stay here. I'll go grab them."

Amy winced a bit at the price tag when Claire brought them and two extra bras back but, after Claire helped her into the black corset, Amy bought both. Claire tossed in a pack of pads for the corset as a freebie and gave her a couple of business cards. "In case anyone asks where you got the corset," Claire added with a wink.

Amy's breasts jutted out in front of her, contained surprisingly well inside the corset. The corset did make it a little hard to breathe, but Amy got used to it by the time she got back to the campground. She showed her vendor card and made her way inside. There were only three hours left before crowds would begin arriving.

Amy hurried as fast as she could back to her and Paul's camp. Paul's eyes almost bugged out his head when he saw her. "Now that's just mean," he grumbled. "I'm going to be stuck manning the smokers all day while every hot-blooded male will be out her ogling my girl."

Amy grinned and kissed his cheek. "After the lunch rush, see if Robert can man the stations while his wife handles being a serving wench. I'm certain I can arrange a pick-me-up," Amy replied with a wink.

Paul snorted, thinking about Robert's wife, Angela. The waif was as tiny as Amy was curvy. "She should be able to manage. They're covering part of the evening so that you and I can mingle in the Faire."

Amy hugged Paul, her huge boobs mashing against Paul's side. "I can't wait."

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Paul wasn't wrong about guys ogling Amy's chest. He was also surprised at how many tips she was given. By the end of the lunch rush, though, Amy's breasts were aching and ready to be milked. When Angela showed up to take over, having never met Amy, she had the usual response of most people: surprise. Angela was a mere five feet tall and, as she quipped to Angela privately, "I'm short enough I could hide my head behind one of your boobs."

Amy thought it was cute and gave the woman a hug, which ended up with a face full of boob for Angela. Amy stepped back quickly, realizing what she did only to see Angela grinning. "Don't tell the hubby," Angela said, "but I've swung both ways for years. I'll take boob hugs like that any time."

Amy giggled and nodded. "I need about a half hour break, okay. Would you let Paul know?"

"Will do," Angela said. She paused to check the bun her red hair was kept in before heading out to wait on customers.

Paul made his way back to the private area of their marquee tent to find Amy unlacing her corset. He offered her a hand, loosening it enough to help expose her nipples. Amy grinned at him and lowered herself to the inflatable mattress. She patted her breasts. "Care for some refreshments, my lord?" Amy teased. Paul smiled and moved beside her, his lips seeking her right nipple first. The sensation made her ache for more. She tugged her skirt up and slid her hand between her legs and down her panties, only to have Paul pull her hand away before tugging her panties down and replace her hand with his own.

Amy sucked on her lip, biting back the moans of pleasure that welled in her throat as he teased her. As his lips moved to Amy's left nipple, with Paul's fingers plunging inside her, Amy's orgasm overtook her. Paul didn't let up, continuing to alternate between rubbing her clit and filling her slick sex with his large fingers. Her body crested from the first orgasm to the next. When the ache in her breasts subsided, she pleaded with Paul. "Enough, my lord. Allow me to repay your kindness."

Paul smiled and sucked off his finger as Amy moved to tug his trousers down. His cock was stiff and, as she wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft, she realized she was beginning to enjoy this. She bobbed her head, savoring the taste of him, her tongue flicking around the head and length. Amy felt Paul's hand on her head. His body tensed a moment before he filled her mouth with his salty cum. She swallowed his cum eagerly, thinking about later tonight and what she really wanted.

As Amy licked him clean, she saw Paul reach for the baby wipes. She smiled and leaned back, allowing Paul to lift her skirt and wipe her clean. "As much as the idea of you with no panties is enticing," Paul offered, "it's probably not the best idea during the Faire." He helped Amy to her feet and laced her corset snug before kissing her cheek.

The pair walked out to find that Robert and Angela had gumbo delivered from the place Amy and Paul had gone the night before. Angela ate quickly while Amy waited tables. Paul ate between cutting smoked meats for customers.

Over the next few hours, Amy realized two things. First, that Angela was fun to be around. Angela flirted shamelessly with her whenever any male customer tried to see if Amy was single. Second, that the corset was feeling tighter as the day progressed. By the time the Faire closed to the public, Amy was both aching from needing to be milked but from how snug her top was around her breasts. Paul and Robert were busy closing everything down for the night, which left Angela to help Amy with the corset. Amy's breasts were red and tender as the corset was loosened.

"I think whoever tightened it last time overdid it," Angela said as she looked at Amy's breasts.

Amy smirked. "It wasn't that tight after Paul helped me earlier. Now, where did I put that pump?"

"Pump?"

Amy blinked. She'd gotten so used to Angela's presence that she hadn't considered how intimate her needing to have her breasts pumped might be. "Yeah. Something weird with my biology," Amy explained as she fished her pump out from one of the totes. "I've never been pregnant but my breasts lactate. Weird, huh?"

Angela stared at Amy's breasts and licked her lips. "I'm sorry if this is a bit forward, but can I try?"

Amy giggled. "Yeesh, I am becoming a cow, aren't I?" Amy said. When Angela's face became discouraged, Amy hefted her breasts with her arms. "Go ahead. I'm sure Paul won't mind."

Angela smiled and leaned forward. She only sucked on Amy's nipple for a moment before she stepped back. "Weird, but tasty. I like it," Angela said, her grin broadening. "I'm curious about one thing, though. Don't go anywhere."

Amy arched an eyebrow as Angela dashed off. She took the moment to try on one of the bras she'd gotten earlier and, unsurprisingly, neither of them fit. Amy arrived back shortly thereafter, now wearing "civilian" clothing while carrying a cloth tape measure in one hand.

"We should be able to adjust to the corset," Angela said as she unfurled the tape, "but I'm dying to know how large you are when you're full. Oh, and I convinced the boys that we girls want a night on the town to get to know each other." Two quick measurements later, Angela's eyes widened. "38M, if I counted right. An M-cup. I wish I could be that big. Until that day comes, though, I'll have to settle for these."

Amy smiled as Angela wrapped her lips around Amy's nipple, her smooth hands and soft lips so different from Paul's. Part of her felt like she was cheating on Paul, letting Angela touch her like this. She'd never considered making love to a woman before now but, as Angela's hand roamed her body, she began to enjoy it. Her only worry was that she'd grown another two cup sizes in a single day and they were in New Orleans for five more.

Amy woke the next morning to the alarm, nestled up against Paul. Her dream about both her and Angela being milked by Paul and Robert respectively was fading fast and her hand was between her legs, teasing her slick folds. Paul was spooned up behind her with one of his hands cupping her breast. Looking down, Amy guessed her breasts were larger than her head by more than a bit. As she struggled to sit up, Paul's hand slipped from her breast. Sliding her own hands beneath them, Amy smirked when she realized that her breasts hung just above her belly button. She doubted the corset from yesterday would be able to contain their bounty.

To Amy's surprise, she felt little back pain or strain as she pushed herself up off the air mattress. She tugged on panties, a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and moccasins before making her way to use the facilities. She grimaced when a young man ran into a light pole because he was staring at her as she walked by. Once done, she hurried as quickly as she could back to camp, her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling with each step.

Restarting the fire inside the small stove in the marquee, she put two pots of water on, one for bathing and the other for coffee. Amy sat down in front of the stove in the early morning chill. "Well, comparatively chilly, anyway," Amy mused, as it was sixty-two degrees outside. She grabbed her pump and made sure no one was around. Taking her sweatshirt off, she began to pump her breasts. Amy absently munched on a packaged cinnamon roll while she waited for Paul to wake.

"Figured you'd be awake by now," Angela said as she slipped inside the marquee. Amy was startled by how quietly Angela had walked up. She rubbed her eyes and blinked at her. When the two had parted after last evening's exploration of each other's bodies, Angela had been, at best, a B-cup the day before. Now, underneath her snug Tulane t-shirt, Angela's boobies had blossomed into a pair of ripe melons. "I heard the pump and before you ask," Angela said, her eyes twinkling with merriment, "I'm an F-cup now." She licked her lips. "Milk does a body good, apparently, and I'm just in time for breakfast."

Amy smirked a bit. "You're not worried that your tits got huge overnight?"

"Big, not huge," Angela corrected, moving next to Amy and kneeling, her head even with Amy's breasts. "You're huge, but I like that, too." Angela looked up at Amy hopefully. Sighing, Amy nodded and turned the pump off, setting it aside. Angela leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Amy's gumdrop nipple, sucking gently at first.

"Okay, I'm still dreaming, right?" Paul asked from the edge of the sleeping area. Amy looked up sheepishly at Paul until she noted the huge hard-on between his legs. He was also completely naked. "This isn't some weird fantasy my brain cooked up. I know Angela's tits aren't that big and I don't recall Amy's being that large, either."

Amy shrugged. "You're not dreaming but you don't seem overly jealous, either," Amy commented, watching Paul as he stood there. She remembered how his cock tasted and thought it would be a good addition to her present activities. As he strode over, Amy offered the bottle from her pumping, which Paul took. Tipping the bottle back, Paul drank the contents with a sigh of contentment. "Looks like you enjoyed that," Amy said, taking Paul's cock in her hand.

Turning her head and leaning slightly, Amy wrapped her lips around Paul's shaft, her tongue flicking around the head. She was about to reach between her own legs when she felt Angela's hand there, teasing her. Amy moaned around Paul's cock and bobbed her head, her body flush with sensation as her huge breasts were nursed upon and her clit was teased. She smiled around Paul's shaft, somewhat pleased that her moans were being muffled. It wasn't long before Paul tensed, giving her a moment to choose between having it over her tits or in her mouth. With Angela there, she chose to swallow and all but moaned at the taste. She remembered that Paul's cum tasted good, but not this good.

As Paul stepped back and behind Amy, Angela's lips popped free and moved to Amy's other breast. Amy had to bite back another moan as Angela's fingers slipped deeper inside Amy's slick pussy. Amy's hips began to buck especially once she felt Paul's warm, strong hands caressing her breasts. She could feel herself leaking. Amy's pussy was so wet and her breasts, while less full, still had plenty of milk. Her mind went to the dream about her and Angela as cows, being milked and fucked. The thought pushed her over the edge, her cry suddenly muffled by Angela kissing her lips. The taste of Amy's milk on her own lips was surprisingly sweet.

Angela stood and licked her fingers clean. "Not the breakfast I was expecting, but it's a nice start. I better get going. I promised Robert that I'd run to get food, but I couldn't resist stopping by." With that, she rushed off.

Amy blinked as Paul handed her the breast pump before moving to sit beside her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "You're acting rather calm about this, too, Paul," Amy said, positioning the cup over her nipple. "Have you and Angela ever…"

"Not once," Paul said, stopping her, "though I've fantasized about it." He continued to caress her breast gently. "Robert's more aware of her forays with women than he lets on. So long as he's the only guy she's with, he's okay with it for now. I suspect that, if he finds out it's with you, he'll probably shrug it off. Hell, I have a hard time believing you're still with me."

Amy frowned, staring down at her breasts. "Even though I'm a cow?" She sucked on her lip. "I love how they feel, don't get me wrong. Part of me is enjoying the attention, Paul, but what if I keep getting bigger?"

Paul kissed Amy's cheek. "That's up to you. I'm happy either way. I didn't fall in love with you because of your breasts, my love, but they are a big turn on."

Amy smirked. "Oh, they're past big," she said with a sigh. "Fine, I'll worry about it later. Once I'm done pumping, though, a quick bath and then you have to help with my corset."

It took almost twenty minutes to fully pump Amy's breasts to the point neither were leaking anymore. Another ten to do a quick sponge bath. After that, Paul helped Amy into the corset which, after some effort, they were able to get to support her breasts, even if there was a mountainous valley of cleavage. Amy's back felt a little better once in the corset, as well. She settled on a dark, peasant skirt while Paul put on a pair of trousers and a simple tunic.

Much like the day before, Amy got plenty of requests for pictures along with questions about her being single, though Angela was starting to get them, too. After a few hours, though, the questions abruptly stopped. Amy came back from pumping her breasts, having stopped to store the milk in her cooler, to find a wood burned sign now hanging below the "Pay Here" sign that read "Our wenches are taken. Pictures with them: $30."

"Pictures?" Amy asked herself.

"Amy, there you are\!" Angela hollered. Turning toward her, Amy saw Angela waiting with a guy dressed in plate mail along with a woman wearing gypsy garb and carrying a camera. "Come on, Lord Montague doesn't have all day."

Angela shook her head and dutifully posed with the stocky man, letting the gypsy take the picture. "Lord Montague" handed the gypsy a red ticket and ambled back to his table to finish his turkey leg. Amy turned toward the gypsy, who was busy fishing her tablet out of her pouch before typing the ticket number into it. Slipping the tablet back into her pouch, the gypsy offered her hand. "Esmerelda, or Essie if you prefer. I'm guessing by the surprised look on your face, you're trying to figure out where I came from."

Amy shook Essie's hand. "A little," Amy admitted, "though I'm guessing the sign has something to do with it."

Angela grinned. "Robert's idea. I was starting to get behind because of all the pictures people wanted to take and it was slowing us both down. I knew Essie and that she was around here, taking pictures. Robert found someone to do the wood burning. It costs Essie around nine dollars to print and ship the photo, which makes us seven bucks each per photo."

Essie grinned. "And I get to stare at you both all day, which is a plus for me." She glanced at Amy's tits before winking.

Amy took the moment to evaluate the olive-skinned cutey. Essie's curly raven black hair was voluminous and riotous, held by a barrette and cascading down her back. Her voluptuous body was an exaggerated hourglass, with a rear that was only accented by her dress. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Angela's, though it was hard to tell given Essie's larger frame. Amy decided that she liked what she saw and, only then, realized Angela had disappeared.

"Well, it's nice to meet you," Amy said. "I should get back to waiting tables."

About fifteen minutes later, Angela showed back up, three cups in hand. She offered one first to Essie and then the other to Amy. Amy sighed happily at the coffee and drank it quickly. She didn't think more of it until she heard Essie ask Angela what type of creamer that she put in it.

"Oh, it's a special brand," Angela said, her eyes moving to Amy, "that I only get locally. I'll see if I can get you some after the crowds clear."

With a start, Amy realized that Angela had likely gone after some of Amy's milk. Part of her wanted to be offended, but the rest of her was pleased. She was curious to see how it was going to play out.

By the end of her shift, Amy's breasts were feeling tender and very full. She'd skipped her last break to take more pictures and had missed both her lunch and evening pumping. She could tell the corset was too snug and, as the last of the patrons left the food area, she grabbed Angela and headed inside the marquee. She was surprised by, but not opposed to, Essie following while the guys cleaned up the area.

"You skipped your last pumping, didn't you?" Angela asked, putting her hand on her hip. She moved behind Amy and untied the corset while Essie looked on curiously.

"We were really busy, Angela," Amy said with a sigh as her breasts were freed. "How many pictures did we end up taking?"

"Forty-five," Essie said with a grin, "if my camera count is right. Wait, pumping?" As Angela helped Amy out of the corset, beads of milk formed on Amy's nipples. Essie grinned. "Let me guess," Essie said, her eyes lustfully gazing on Amy's breasts, "you're the 'creamer' that Angela mentioned earlier?"

Amy rolled her eyes then bit back a cry as she felt something cold against her nipple. Angela had slipped a tape measure around Amy's breasts. Angela quickly slid it around Amy's rib cage. "No shrinkage here, but you've grown again, Amy."

"Again?" Essie asked, her tone curious.

Angela counted on her fingers. "38P. No wonder the cups were tight."

Amy reached for the breast pump only to find that the cup that would normally fit over her nipple wouldn't. Essie's eyebrow raised and Angela grinned. "Need some help?" Angela asked, lifting her skirt and moving to her knees. Amy and Essie's eyes locked for a moment. Amy nodded, causing Essie to smile.

"My girlfriend won't ever believe this," Essie said as she took a position next to Angela. The pair nursed from Amy's breasts for the better part of five minutes, leaving Amy hot and bothered by the time her breasts were both relieved. The pair stood and Essie gave Amy a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow?"

Amy nodded. "I'm going to have to get up early to find a solution for the pump."

Paul walked in. "What solution to what pump?"

Angela and Essie grinned at each other. "That's our cue to leave," Angela said as she and Essie made their way out of the marquee.

Amy looked at Paul hungrily. She grabbed his hand and drug him over to the bed before stretching out. "If you don't fuck me right now, Paul, I swear, you will regret it."

Paul chuckled and pulled off his boots and trousers. Climbing between her legs, he guided his cock between Amy's slick, pussy lips and buried his shaft inside her. As he thrust into her, Amy didn't care who heard her. "Fuck me\!" Amy cried out. "Fuck your big tittied wench. Give it to me."

With such urgings and having been horny most of the day watching Amy, it didn't take Paul long to find his release, which set Amy off. The two didn't part, though. As Amy explained that she needed something bigger to fit around her nipples, Paul's cock stirred and stiffened inside her. It wasn't long before they were going at it again.

The next morning, Amy woke from the same dream about being a cow, though this time both Essie and Angela were there. To her dismay, she found herself alone. Checking her phone, there was a message from Paul saying he was running to the farm supply store. Much like the day before, Amy quickly made use of the facilities, though the sweatshirt was not only snug over her larger tits, by the time Amy got back to the marquee, there were milk stains around her nipples. Unsurprisingly, Angela and Essie were both waiting for her, both with large grins on their faces and larger breasts upon their chests.

"We came for a quick snack before we grabbed you to run back to town," Essie said. "I know someone who can help.

Angela moved in with tape measure. "We're both up to J cups," she said, wrapping the tape measure around Amy's bust and then around her rib cage. "38Q, so another cup size for you." Angela licked her lips. "I'm guessing by the stains on your shirt, you haven't pumped yet?"

Essie grinned. "I bet not. We cows need to stick together."

"Cows?" Amy asked.

Angela nodded. She lifted her t-shirt and pulled out a pad of toilet paper she'd wadded up inside one of her cups. "Essie and I both started lactating last night," Angela explained. "Thank goodness Robert thought it was hot and I'm on the pill or I'd be in a world of trouble."

"And this cow is thirsty," Essie said, sliding her hands up Amy's sweatshirt. Amy shook her head and laughed, letting the two girls get their fill. She wasn't certain if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but, for now, it felt right. She'd wait for Paul to get back to tell him about her "herd".

The next morning, Angela woke to Paul sucking on her nipples and teasing her clit. It helped explain the dream she'd had where she was being milked and fucked repeatedly, her belly swelling each time Paul came inside her. She wasn't certain that she wanted kids but the idea of being knocked up was enticing. "Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to give me what I really want?" Angela asked, smiling at Paul.

His lips popped from around her nipple. Paul smiled back at her as he moved between her legs. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his tone sheepish, "but who am I to refuse such a request?"

Angela sighed as she felt Paul's cock slide inside her. She couldn't see him past her tits. That didn't matter to her at all. She needed to feel him inside her. Running her hands over her tits, she could tell they were bigger, but, as large as they were, it was hard to tell. As Paul began to thrust, her tits quaked upon her chest, milk dripping down from her nipples. "That's it, stud. Fuck me," she moaned. "Give it to me. Your cow needs your cock."

"Cow, huh?" Paul said with a grunt, increasing his pace. Angela savored it. She felt so full. "Just wait until I properly milk you," he added.

"I can't wait, moo," Angela replied, rocking her hips. This was the best way to start a day. She loved how feminine she felt, her body a figure of fertility. While she loved how she was thinner than she'd ever been, her curves had become more pronounced, especially her tits. She was even getting into how Paul found the idea of her acting like a cow arousing. "Fuck your cow," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her breasts were so large they smacked against Paul's chest when he pounded inside her.

Paul grunted and moaned, filling Angela. He wasn't ready to admit that he'd woke up with a raging hard-on that was larger than it had ever been. He wanted to fuck her with an animalistic drive that he couldn't place but refused to do so while she'd been asleep. Luckily, she'd been happy with his teasing. He'd not expected her to want to have sex but who was he to argue? He couldn't wait to try the new pump on her tits.

It wasn't long before they met their release and, as they did, Paul realized they forgot to use a condom. When he tried to apologize, Angela smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it," she said with a smile. "If the worst thing that happened this week is that you knocked me up, I think I'd be okay with that."

Paul had needed to run an extension cord for the pump he'd bought. The local farm supply store had one that was designed for goats and, while he felt it was overkill, it was the only thing with cups large enough to fit over Angela's thumb-sized nipples. Angela had propped herself up and watched as Paul carefully placed the cups over Angela's nipples. She realized that she'd have problems reaching them in the first place. "I guess I'm turning into a bit of a cow after all. I wonder how Amy and Essie are doing with their milking?"

The thought went clean out of her mind as Paul turned the pump on. The suction was far more intense than when a person did it. More so than her last pump, as well. Angela gasped. At first, it was a little painful, but, after a moment, her nipples felt pleasure instead, as if accepting the strength of the suction and opening the flood gates. As the chamber filled slowly with her milk, Angela smiled. She was so wrapped up in the euphoria that she subconsciously had moved her hand between her legs to finger herself. Her body slipped into an almost orgasmic trance as she was milked, oblivious to the fact that Paul had washed her body with a warm sponge while she was being milked. She was so caught up in the feeling of bliss that she didn't realize that Paul had left and that Amy and Essie were now in the tent, looking at her.

Both women were wearing similar outfits to the day before, but both were obviously bustier, their tits larger than their heads. "Told you we'd find her here," Amy said. She turned off the pump with a grin and carefully removed the suction cups. "You looked like you were having a good time," Amy added, "and you've grown, even after however long you've been having those udders milked."

Essie nodded, her eyes widening as she examined the container with Angela's milk in it. "I had around half a cup of milk between both of my breasts, Angela. You made over a pint. I'm impressed."

Amy grinned and took the container. "And I'm thirsty," she released the container and lifted it to her lips, downing half before hearing Essie huff. "Oh, fine," Amy said, handing the container to Essie, "you can have the other half."

"It does a body good," Essie replied, patting the side of her own breast. "I'm willing to bet that I get asked for as many pictures as you do, Amy."

Angela frowned. "I'm not sure I'm feeling up to the public today. I doubt I'll be able to fit in the corset." She made her way to her feet, noting how much stronger her legs and back felt. Her body felt a little off center, but it quickly adjusted. "So, which one of you is going to help me try to put it on?"

As it turned out, Angela was right: the corset no longer fit. While she could fit one of her tunics over her breasts, it wasn't long before she was leaking through it. Angela sighed. It was the last day of the fair and she didn't want to be stuck inside all day. Essie saw the look of worry on Angela's face. "I'll take care of it. I just need your measurements first. Let's just say I know a guy." Amy eyed Essie curiously before pulling out the measuring tape she'd brought with her. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Essie added. "Let me go call him and see if he's got anything that might work."

Amy nodded as she measured. "If you say so," she said, pulling the tape snug. Her eyes widened. "Weren't you a 38Q last night?"

"I think so," Angela replied.

Amy grinned at Essie. "36T, if you'll believe it."

Essie nodded and made her way out of the marquee, leaving Amy and Angela alone. Angela was stunned. Three inches overnight and the rest of her was thinner. Amy finished measuring her. Amy gave Angela a one-armed hug. "A thirty-inch waist with thirty-eight-inch hips. Damn, girl, rock that body." She smiled at Angela and moved to face her. "Don't worry about Essie. If she thinks she can take of something, she can. She took care of Robert and me this morning."

Angela stifled a giggle. "You three?" Angela asked. Amy nodded. "I gather it made Robert's week."

"Well, he'd wanted a threesome for a while," Amy said with a grin. "Given we'll be back north tomorrow, though, it'll be a while before that happens again. Still, it was fun while it lasted."

Essie poked her head back into the tent. "I'm going to run to pick up our solution, but it's a bit of a drive. Maybe noon-ish by the time I'm able to get back. Want me to grab anything else while I'm out?"

Amy pondered. "Some gumbo," she said with a smile, "I didn't get to try any this week." She looked at Angela. "What about you, boo?"

"Some gumbo will be fine," Angela said with a sigh. "Guess I'll catch up on some reading." Angela looked up at Amy. "Are you going to be fine waiting tables alone?"

"Yeah, it's the last day of the Faire, so it's usually the lightest until about one, so I'll be fine," Amy said with a shrug.

Amy grabbed Angela a chair before adding some wood to the stove. It was still a bit chilly to otherwise be sitting topless and the stove had begun to die down. Angela grabbed the book she'd brought with her and, pump nearby, tried not to worry.

A grinning Essie arrived shortly after Angela had finished her book and during her pumping. She had a paper container of gumbo in one hand and two plastic bags in the other. She sat the gumbo on the table before unfurling what looked like an oversized sports bra that had circular stitching where the nipples would be. "So, there's a friend of mine that hires me on occasion," Essie explained. "Andrew works with big tit models, mostly, but keeps a tailor in-house, in case of emergency alterations. You, my good friend, aren't the largest girl he's heard of but the first time he's heard of one with tits as big as yours that lactate. So, I had his tailor alter a couple of sports bras and add pouches for these."

With that, Essie pulled out a box from the other bag. "These are designed to milk you slowly while you walk around. The pouches should mask that they're covering your nipples." She slipped the round nursing machines into the cups before helping a skeptical Angela into the bra. It took a bit, but they managed to get the cup of the two nursing apparatuses to fit over Angela's nipples. Looking at Angela, Essie nodded. "You can hardly tell," Essie said. The pair then connected the devices to Angela's phone and turned them on. They were designed to alert the phone when they were full.

As the suction began, Angela's breath caught. "Fuck, I'm going to be horny all day if this keeps up," she said, her lip trembling. "It's just enough to tease me but not enough to push me over the edge."

Essie smiled. "I considered buying myself a pair. Used your share of the pictures thus far to get them and the bra, if that's okay?" Angela nodded as Essie helped her get her blouse on. "Lunch first, then back to the grind?"

Angela nodded, realizing she'd skipped breakfast, too. She devoured the gumbo and, when Essie offered her the rest of hers, Angela finished that off too. The pair then headed back to work.

It was a couple of hours later that the pump sent her a reminder. She hardly needed it as she noticed the pump stop a moment before. As she was walking out of the marquee, she spotted Amy heading her way. Amy paused, her eyes widening. "What?" Angela asked. "I put the milk in the cooler if you're worried about that."

Amy shook her head. "I swear you're bigger than this morning."

"I shouldn't be," Angela said with a huff. "I've been pumping all day. I'm not the only one who looks bigger."

Amy moved to Angela's side, grinning at that. "I'd noticed. I was a K cup this morning. Fortunately, Essie and I anticipated this and bought a couple more bras, just in case. You're definitely larger, though," she said, reaching into her belt pouch for the tape measure she'd gotten into the habit of carrying with her since meeting Angela. Angela sighed. Part of her was irritated but the other part was curious. Why would she grow so fast?

When Amy was finished, there was a huge grin on her face. "Seriously, what are you eating because I want some."

Angela gave Amy an irritated look. "How big?"

"36V, and no, I'm not kidding," Amy said. "Are you okay?"

Angela paused. She stared down and most of her field of vision was blocked by her tits. She'd grown two cup sizes since lunch. Her eyes widened. Of course\! "I figured it out," Angela said with a grin. "The gumbo was from the place you and Robert recommended, right?"

Amy nodded. "It's the best gumbo place I know, why?"

Angela licked her lips. "Can you have it delivered?"

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After Angela explained her theory, the three women gorged themselves on gumbo on their lunch breaks and set up an order for when the fair closed. By the time it was delivered, Amy and Essie had needed to not only change bras but had to have their own turns at the larger pumping machine. The pair had also made certain to drink plenty of Angela's milk with their coffee as the day went on.

With all the crowds of "civilians" gone, Angela has slipped into a skirt and tugged one of her old tees back on. It barely wrapped over her breasts which, according to Amy, had crossed past "Z" finally. Angela was on Essie's phone while the three women sat around a folding table in front of the trailer that Robert and Paul were busy packing. A new, large cooler was sitting next to Angela. Angela finished her conversation and then handed Essie back her phone with a grin. She couldn't wait to give Paul the good news, though she was hungry for more gumbo. She decided to eat while he and Robert finished.

Paul pulled up a chair next to Angela, kissed her cheek and wrapped an arm around her, his hand giving her boob a gentle grope. Angela mooed quietly at him. "So, I just got a job offer," Angela said. "I'm going to be putting in my two weeks' notice as soon as we're on the road if you're okay with me taking the new job."

"Why would I need to be okay with it?" Paul asked. "And what's with the new cooler?"

Angela grinned. "Well, Essie's friend, Andrew, runs a big tit website and he wants to start with a couple of photo shoots and maybe a video of me having my breasts pumped," Angela explained. "He'll drive up to take the photos. No guys in any of the pictures or videos, though he did mention he'd be up for anything I was okay with." Angela eyed Essie. "Of course, if you're okay with it, Essie and Amy were invited to join in a photo shoot or two."

Paul smiled. "So, I'm only sharing you with Amy and Essie?" Paul asked. Angela nodded. Paul turned to Robert. "Are you okay with Amy doing this?"

Robert shrugged before kissing Amy's cheek. "We've had an arrangement for a while," Robert said, reaching for a container of gumbo, "but yeah, if you are, I am, too."

Paul nodded and hugged Angela, who leaned into him. "That explains that but what's with the cooler?"

Angela grinned. "I figured out what was accelerating my growth: the gumbo. Apparently, they sell it frozen, too, if you want to take some home."

"How much did you buy?" Paul asked, his eyes widening.

Angela leaned in to whisper in his ear. "As big as my Master wants his cow, moo. I'm already two cup sizes beyond 'Z' and can't wait to get even bigger."

Paul smiled and lifted a fork full of gumbo to Angela's lips.