The Contest: Day 3

Day 3 of The Contest, in which Lilly grades papers and gets milked.

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November 3rd

Of all of Lilly's duties as a TA, grading papers was the one that she liked the best. Or, rather, it was the one that annoyed her the least.

It wasn't that she disliked the students in her discussion section. Far from it. They were amicable enough - they seemed to like the way that she ran her section, and her interactions with them during her office hours had all gone smoothly. Many of the boys and some of the girls had a tendency of staring at her chest a little more than she liked, but that was the case wherever she went, so they didn't stand out from the average. No, it was just that more or less every aspect of her TA position involved talking to people, from leading her discussion sections to holding office hours to working with her professor to develop discussion plans. Talking to people... Took a lot out of her. Rose could, and had, spend an entire day teaching and interacting with people and feel energized and lively at the end, but Lilly had never been that sort of person. Talking to basically anyone except her family, or people she was close to like Rose or Mike, was exhausting.

So it was nice that at least one part of her job was something that she could take home and work on alone. It was 8 in the morning. Rose was still asleep, and probably would be for the next hour or so, so Lilly had prepared a nice breakfast of hot oatmeal and sat down at their tiny kitchen table with a stack of biology tests. Her pump gently hummed as she set to work grading them - she always woke up full in the morning, and milking herself was a nice, relaxing way to start the day.

Maybe too relaxing. By the time that she got to the second test, she found her nipples tingling more than they usually did. She looked down at her pump, frowning, and popped the cup off of her nipple. Rubbing it gave her a pleasant little tingle that bounced down between her legs. Wow, she was sensitive today. She hadn't even been thinking about anything sexy.

Oh well, that would just make the normally dull task of grading all these tests a little more enjoyable. She put the cup back on and sighed a little bit as the suction resumed.

She made it through another two tests before she realized that something was off. She was finding it hard to focus, because of the very pleasant feelings building in her breasts and lower tummy. Weird. Usually that didn't happen when she was using her pump. If she was milking herself by hand, it was usually because she was in the shower and masturbating while she did it; at some point, the two had apparently become associated in her subconscious, so now she tended to get turned on whenever she did the former. If she was being emptied by a pair of lips, it usually meant that sex was going to follow soon after. The pump, on the other hand, was... Sterile. Hard plastic. She pumped because she had to empty her breasts or they would hurt, not because it was particularly fun, and it would have been seriously inconvenient if it turned her into a horny mess like hands or lips did, given that she had to do it twice a day at minimum.

Maybe it was because of the contest. Hrm. That was a troubling thought. They were only three days into November. If she started to get turned on from pumping, that was going to seriously limit her long-term staying power. She was confident in her ability to resist the urge to masturbate, no matter how horny she was, but the problem was that if she got too turned on, the pump might actually make her cum. It didn't happen often, but it had happened before. She could try to wean herself, decrease her milk production, but not even her doctors had ever been able to stop her lactation completely, and anyway, she would still have to pump while she ramped down. On top of that, she liked being a human dairy, and didn't really envy the idea of slowing down her output. On a few particularly productive days in the past few months, she had managed to make just a bit more than 133 ounces within twenty-four hours. More than a gallon. It felt really good, being so ridiculously, indulgently milky, and if she weaned herself from producing so much, who knew how long it would take to get herself back up to that level again?

She remembered one time last semester, when she was running a discussion section of Biology 102, she overheard one of her students whispering to another. "Yukimura's such a fucking cow, jesus. Look at those things. Have you seen how much they jiggle when she walks? She could feed an entire town."

If she had wanted to, she probably could have reported it as sexual harassment, even though it was said with the intention that she wouldn't hear it. She had seriously considered it. The comment had stuck with her for the rest of class, but not for the reason that it would have for most people. When she and Rose had first started exploring their kinky sides together, Lilly had asked her to call her a cow while they were fucking. She had been called a cow before by other people, most often in attempts to bully her, and she had thought that having Rose call her that in the bedroom would turn things around and remove the power that the word had over her.

It had worked, but not the way that she expected. It didn't make her feel bad to be called a cow by strangers anymore. Instead, it made her really fucking horny.

It was kind of twisted, but after that discussion session, she had retreated to the nearest bathroom, locked herself in a stall, and milked herself into the toilet while frantically fingering herself underneath her jeans. She wasn't fantasizing about the student. That would be gross on a few different levels - he was a snotty jock, not her type at all, and he was eighteen - a little too young for her, and he was her student. No, she was fantasizing about herself. Lilly the Milk Cow, locked up in a milking stall while a farmer (who happened to look exactly like Rose) emptied her fat, leaking, milky tits into a bucket. She liked to moo during these fantasies. It was degrading in exactly the way that turned her on. Outside of the bedroom she liked living a normal life, but in private, she loved being Rose's horny, moaning, mooing, leaky, fat-titted cow.

Oh, shit. She had let her thoughts get away from her. Her pump clicked and shut down, because it was fancy and could detect that bottles attached to it were full, but she was actually letting-down now, which meant that her breasts didn't care that the pump wasn't sucking anymore - her milk was coming out whether she wanted it to or not.

"Shit..." she muttered as she hurried over to the sink, trying to keep herself from leaking all over the kitchen floor. She mostly failed at this, and left a trail of milk leading between the table and the sink. Oh well, at least the floor was tiled, so she could just wipe it up with a towel. She positioned her breasts so that one nipple was aimed into each side of the sink... And then looked over at her pump, which was still full and over at the table. Hrm.

She gave them a squeeze with her hands, covering the basins of the sink with little droplets of white. Alright, she could do this. She just had to be careful not to let herself get too turned on. Just think of un-sexy things, she told herself as she let loose another spray. Mitosis. There, that wasn't sexy at all. Cell division. Strands of DNA separating and duplicating. A fertilized egg multiplying into two cells, then four, then eight. Pregnancy. Rose breeding me, filling my pussy with her hot, warm cum and making my tummy all big and round and...

She blinked. Fuck. Alright, different train of thought. Another spray. Uh... Music. Metal. Goth music, like Degenerette plays. Degenerette likes to get naked on stage, and there was a rumor going around that her next music video was going to feature her actually having sex with someone, and they're gonna show everything. Degenerette was really hot, it would be cool to-

"Lilly! Lilly, look at this!" Rose came bounding into the room, holding her phone up. She was still in her pajamas: a pair of panties and a tank-top.

Lilly bit her lip. "You're up early. What's going on?"

"I was looking at Club Roxy's schedule to see if they had any interesting performances coming up, and... Oh, hello." Rose tilted her head at the sight of Lilly milking herself into the sink. "What are you doing?"

"I wasn't paying attention and my pump filled up." She blushed a little bit. She wasn't going to admit that she had come halfway to losing the contest just three days in, and luckily, Rose seemed too excited to notice how turned on she was.

Unluckily, she decided to show Lilly her phone by coming up behind her and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She was nearly a foot taller than Lilly was, so it wasn't actually an awkward way to do it, but it did mean that her breasts were squished up against Lilly's neck and shoulders, and her dick was pressing against the small of her back. It made Lilly feel small, in the best way, and it wasn't helping to quell the fire between her legs. "What am I looking at?"

"Look at who's playing on November 23rd."

She did. Her eyes widened. "Whoa. Why's she coming here? We're a tiny little town in Missouri."

"Yeah, but we've got a huge college crowd here, which is her biggest audience. Are we doing this?"

"Uh..." It was hard to think while her boobs were all tingly and leaky and the most beautiful woman in the world was pressed up against her back, but she managed it. "That's Thanksgiving Weekend, isn't it? I think my parents wanted to celebrate on the day itself, so that should be fine for me. Are you going to be free?"

"Yep! I already checked. Tickets bought!" She did it right there on her phone. "This is gonna be awesome! We won't even have to leave town to see Degenerette live!"

"Yeah! Hey, can you bring my pump over here?"

"I could," said Rose, "but why don't I just help you in a more direct way instead?" She set her phone down, and then her hands slid down Lilly's shoulders, over her breasts. "My fingers'll feel a lot better than that hard, cold plastic."

Lilly shivered at her touch. She wasn't wrong, but Rose was also very, very good at playing with her nipples. She would be able to make her pop without much effort at all, especially since Lilly was already so worked-up.

But it would feel really good. Rose wasn't even touching her nipples, but just the feel of her hands on her breasts made Lilly bite her lip in excitement. Suddenly, an idea occurred.

"Okay," she said, "but you have to take your panties off first."

That made Rose laugh. "Alright, you're on." She stepped aside and did as Lilly asked, her cock springing free. It could have been the sight of Lilly milking herself that did it, or just simple morning wood, but she was already hard, which was just how Lilly wanted her.

"Good. Before you start, let me get myself a little more comfortable." Lilly made a show of taking her own panties off, wiggling her butt at Rose as she did it.

"Those are looking a little wet," said Rose, grinning. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"Are you sure that you can? Assume the position, Mistress." She did, resuming her spot behind Lilly as she stood over the sink. As soon as her hands were on her breasts again, Lilly stood on her toes, so that Rose's cock was sandwiched in her butt.

"Clever little cow," Rose giggled. "That's not going to work, though. You ready?"

"Moo." Lilly bounced a little, thrusting her butt into Rose.

Rose squeezed, and Lilly gasped. Milk sprayed all over both sides of the sink, and... Fuck, it felt really good. She was going to have to go straight to the big guns if she wanted this to work. She leaned back, nuzzling Rose's neck, and whispered "Thank you for breeding me, Mistress."

"You're not gonna get me that easily," said Rose. She was playing it off coolly, but Lilly felt her cock twitch when she said it.

She squeezed again, and Lilly had to fight to keep from moaning. "R- really! I'm so thankful that you decided to fill my slutty pussy with your thick, hot cum a few months a- aah!" Rose was milking her faster now, and she could definitely feel something building down there. Faster, faster...

"I'm going to get so big for you, Mistress! My tummy is already swelling from your seed. Here, feel!" Lilly grabbed one of Rose's hands and put it on her belly, which she pushed out as far as she could with her stomach muscles.

It worked! Lilly heard Rose breathe in sharply, and felt her cock twitch again as she spurted a bit of precum onto her back. Lay it on heavy, and you can win this right now... "You feel that, Mistress? It's already starting. Can you imagine how big I'm going to get? Really picture it in your mind. Picture me with a big, swollen tummy, and my boobs will get even bigger, and-"

Rose pulled away, suddenly. Honestly, it wasn't a moment too soon - Lilly was right on the edge. Just one more squeeze might have pushed her over.

"Alright," said Rose with a laugh. "Alright, you got me. I'll get your pump for you." Her cock was still twitching, and there was a little drop of precum at the tip of it.

"That was a close one," said Lilly. "You had me on the edge, too. We might have both lost right there."

"Three days in. We can both do more than three days."

"You know, I mentioned to Mari that we’re doing this. She doesn't think either of us will last the week."

"Oh, does she?" Rose laughed as she took a sip of breastmilk straight from one of the bottles that was still on the table. "Well, let's prove her wrong!"

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