Features a girl who loves showing off her very big chest, a girl who looks very pregnant but isn't, lactation, and lots of breast-play, but not much action beneath the belt.
Sometimes when I'm writing, I try to write with purpose. I try to write a story with a compelling theme or message, with a well-thought-out and interesting plot that will stick with you and make you feel something that makes it transcend normal wank material to become something more.
Other times, I hornily mash my keyboard for a few hours until I've got a bunch of stuff that I can edit and rearrange into something sort of coherent later on. Three guesses which type of story this is. I hope you enjoy it, in one way or another.
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Mari fantasized, sometimes, about walking around in public naked.
She'd never actually do it, of course. Being arrested for public indecency wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. But she thought about it a lot. She'd even written stories in which thinly-veiled proxies of herself walked around the campuses of thinly-veiled stand-ins for the university she attended wearing nothing but a pair of sandals. In her head, nobody actually approached her. That wasn't what she wanted in these particular fantasies. But they stared. College students turned their heads, whispered to each other behind their hands, gaped and gawked at her as she bounced her way through the quad.
In these stories, she was always proud. Unashamed. She walked with her head held high, grinning and waving at her peers, regardless of whether they were horrified or aroused. And hell, since it was fantasy, sometimes she played with some of her other kinks as well. By the ends of the stories, these fictional naked promenades around campus, she was always dripping wet between the legs (as she usually was in reality by the time that she finished writing them) but sometimes her breasts leaked as well, little rivulets of milk streaming down their vasty, wobbling curves before dripping down to the ground. Sometimes she was pregnant, her enormous tummy preceding even her boobs as she walked. Sometimes she was collared, being led by... Whoever she'd been fantasizing about that particular day. More often that she would have admitted it was one of her friends, but just as often it was somebody that she had simply made up.
They were a good outlet. A way for her to indulge herself in a little sexual thrill that she would never consider actually attempting to experience in reality. She'd flashed her chest at parties once or twice before, but she had never given actually walking around naked in public any serious consideration, and she never would.
That said, she was willing to test the rules of public decency a little bit. She still really liked showing off, and when you had boobs that were bigger than your own head, showing off was easy to do. Mari owned more plunge and balcony bras than any other type, and it was rare that she went out in an outfit that didn't show at least a little bit of cleavage. Usually she showed a lot of cleavage, and wore tops that left her tummy bare as well. Really, Mari dressed so that anyone who saw her would know what she was all about from the moment that they looked at her.
Today, for example, she had on her well-worn leather jacket, slightly too small for her and permanently open, because there was no way that she could zip it up over her boobs. Her jeans were tight, black, and torn by design. Her boots were big, leather, and stompy. Her hair was bright, electric pink. (She had dyed it for her Halloween costume last year and liked it so much that she had kept it that way.) She wore eyeliner and black lipstick. She had seven piercings in her ears and one on her eyebrow. And yet, she didn't expect anyone to notice any of that stuff at first glance, because her top was... Barely there. At one time in its life it had been a T-shirt for a metal band that she was a fan of, but it had been, quite on purpose, cut and torn up so that it was practically a crop top at this point. She was wearing one of her plunge bras under it, so her cleavage was as vast and as deep as she could possibly make it.
All in all, it wasn't the look of someone you'd expect to be visiting the university's Literature and Language library in order to do heavy research on the morphosyntax of Proto-Indo-European, but Mari liked to defy expectations. The library security guard, posted at the entrance to make sure that nobody was trying to walk out with un-checked-out books, lazily waved her through, then did a double-take and gaped at her chest. She giggled and winked at him as she passed.
"Hey, um..."
She stopped, turned to look at him. "Yeah?" He was either going to flirt with her or try to tell her to cover up. He was young (the same age as her, roughly), a dude, and addressing her boobs instead of her face, so it was probably...
"You can't wear that in here. Library dress code says you need to cover up."
Oh. Huh. Mari hadn't expected that. He was clearly enamored by them, from the way that his eyes kept darting down to her cleavage. "Aw, really?" She approached his little desk and leaned against it. Its surface was high, which meant that her breasts were now resting heavily on top of it. "You sure about that?"
"I, uh..." Now that they were up close, just inches from where he'd been resting his hands, he seemed to have a much more difficult time keeping his eyes off of them.
Everyone had a gift nowadays. Or rather, a Gift. 'Like X-men, but lamer,' Mari had heard them described as once, but she didn't entirely agree. Some of them were a little boring, sure, like Mr. Guardsman here. His eyes were purple, and that was it. Sometimes they were minor things like that. She thought that hers was pretty neat, though: It took the form of a marking that looked almost like a tattoo- a pattern of thin, organically curving lines that resembled vines, or the branches of a tree, which covered her right right side from shoulder to waist, including most of her breast.
Which meant that he could see it quite well. After all, a significant portion of Mari's right breast was exposed, directly in front of him. The really cool part about Mari's marking, however, was that it changed color. When she had walked in it was a light, pastel blue, which was the color it took on when she was feeling relaxed and happy, or just indifferent. But as he stared at her, she tried to spark a certain type of mood in herself. She imagined herself walking into the library without any clothes on at all, her big, fat breasts bouncing with every step, watching jaws drop and people stare as-
Ah, there it was. It faded from blue to a bright pink, and it actually started to glow a little bit.
He swallowed, loudly. "Um. Yeah. I'm pretty sure," he said to her chest.
"You might want to check again, man. Library dress code only applies to employees."
"What? I don't..."
"You seem to be having trouble focusing." Mari bumped into them with her arm as she said it, making them jiggle a little bit. "You feeling alright?"
"I... Yeah. Just." He shook his head, tearing his eyes from her chest in order to type in 'dress code' on the laptop he had in front of him, already open to the library's website. Sure enough, there was a page labeled 'Dress Code for Library Employees', but nothing at all for students.
"It really is a sign of the moral decay of our time," said Mari. "I mean, really, girls can just walk around in here with their boobs out and everything. Shameful."
"Just... If any other staff confront you about it, I didn't let you in, alright?"
Mari winked at him. "It'll be our little secret." She gave her chest a little shimmy as she walked away, and laughed as she heard him groan softly.
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P574, P589, P590...
"Holy shit, look at that girl."
Mari smirked to herself as she searched through the massive shelves of the Linguistics section. The voice came from off to her right, where there was a cluster of study desks beside the bookshelves. The speaker was whispering, clearly unaware that Mari could hear her.
"Oh my god. They're bigger than her head."
The sheer amazement in the voice delighted her so much that her marking, which had faded back to blue a few minutes ago, immediately switched once again to pink.
"Whoa, and that tattoo changes color, too. Think that's magic?"
"It's gotta be. Wait, if the tattoo thing is her Gift, then that means..."
"Those are natural, holy shit. I didn't know that boobs could get that big."
"They can't be. Look at what she's wearing. She's showing them off. They're not magic, but they must be implants."
That irked her a little bit. Mari wasn't looking for any of the books on the top row of the shelf, but she reached up there anyway, grabbing one at random, and in doing so she squished her breasts up against one of the rows below it.
"They look really soft for implants. If those are plastic then she's got a hell of a surgeon."
Hah. As if she could afford a breast augmentation even if she wanted one.
"Can you make boobs bigger with magic, but like, without it being your Gift? That must be possible, right?"
"Probably, but nobody down here knows how to do it, and the Moonsingers won't- whoa!"
"What?"
"Look at that girl."
"Whoa!"
That piqued Mari's curiosity. She walked towards the voices, which turned out to belong to two girls sitting at one of the study desks. She followed their eyes down the rows of shelves and saw...
Whoa.
It was one of the library employees, pushing a cart full of books between the shelves while she danced silently to the music in her headphones. Mari was immediately struck by two things. The first was the same reason that the two studying girls were gaping at her, and that was fact that she looked like she was smuggling an overinflated beach ball under her fuzzy blue sweater. Mari didn't think that she had ever seen anyone that pregnant before. She had nice boobs, too. They weren't nearly as big as Mari's, but she was still very busty by anyone's measure. The second was that... She looked familiar. Mari had seen her before, she was certain. Where, though? It must have been before she had gotten pregnant, or at least before she had gotten big, because there was no way that Mari would have forgotten that belly. She disappeared down a row of shelves, and Mari hurried after her.
"Holy crap, look at them bounce."
That girl really needed to learn to whisper more quietly. Mari ignored her, straightening herself out as she rounded the corner, quickly and subtly adjusting her breasts in her bra. She approached the super-pregnant library worker and waved to get her attention.
"Oh, hi!" She smiled as she took off her headphones. "How can I..." Her eyes darted to Mari's chest. To her credit, she remained very composed, only stammering once, just a little bit. "How can I help you?"
"Yeah, um, I'm looking for this book. The library database says it's not checked out, but it's not on the shelf." It wasn't just an excuse to start talking to her. She also really was just trying to find a specific title, which was why she unlocked her phone and showed it to her. She'd had her browser open to the online entry for it, with the title and call number.
Hannah (she was wearing a nametag on a lanyard) squinted at it. "How to induce... Uh. This isn't the library's website."
"Huh?" Mari looked at the screen and immediately felt herself go red, and at the same time her marking began to glow a deep pink. (Embarrassment, as it happened, was darker and redder than arousal.) "Whoops! Uh, wrong tab. Er..." She fiddled with the screen for a moment. "This! This is the book I'm looking for."
"The Syntax of Proto-Indo-European," the girl read. "Ah..." She picked that exact book off of her cart and presented it to Mari. "Right here! Somebody who had it checked out turned it in today, and I just hadn't gotten it back to the shelf yet."
"Perfect." Mari took it. "Thank you!"
"Your tattoo thing is really cool," said Hannah, nodding her head towards Mari's still-glowing marking. "That's a gift, right? It's magic?"
"Er, yeah." A tacit acknowledgment that she had been looking at Mari's chest. Nice. She looked at the nametag again, then into her eyes. They were a brilliant, bright green. She had seen those eyes before. She had a name and a face, so why couldn't she...
Oh!
It all came back to her. High school, senior year. She'd just been starting to break out of the shackles of religion that her father had spent her entire childhood binding her with, beginning to explore the first of her many long-repressed kinks, and starting to realize that she was into girls just as much as she was into guys. That last revelation had come to her one afternoon in a particularly boring math class, when she'd caught herself fantasizing about kissing one of her classmates, a girl named...
"Um... Sorry, but is your last name Reise?"
"Yeeeah?" said Hannah with the cautious tentativeness that came when someone you didn't know seemed to know you. "Have we met?"
"Oh my god." Mari laughed. It was her. What were the chances? "Uh. Yeah. We've met. High school, senior year. I recall a nervous confession, a little bit of making out, and a lackluster attempt at a kinda-sorta relationship that lasted about a month before we both graduated."
Hannah's eyes got wide. "Holy crap... Marisol?"
"That's me," said Mari. She awkwardly fidgeted with her jacket's zipper. "Uh, I'm a bit different from the way I was back then."
"Yeah, no kidding!" She looked her up and down, as if seeing her for the first time. "You're so... punk now! And, uh... Wow. You're... Bigger."
Mari smirked. She was exactly the same height as she'd been the last time that they'd seen each other. "Yeeeah. I had a huge growth spurt right around my freshman year of college. Honestly, 2015 and 2016 were really explosive years for me. The Quake happened, obviously, so that's when I got all glowy and color-changey, but I also sorta got away from my dad at that point, reconnected with my mom, started getting into metal, finally admitted to myself that I'm an atheist, and really started to think about my sexuality. I had only just realized that I was even interested in girls right around when we kissed that one time, but I still hadn't really figured myself out yet, you know? Anyway, while all of that was happening my boobs just kind of... Boom." She mimicked them exploding outwards with her hands.
Hannah laughed. "You know, I think that the last time I saw you, aside from graduation, you were literally wearing a 'Jesus Loves Me' shirt."
"Yeah, well. People change." Mari shrugged. "This is who I really am. I just didn't know it yet."
"Well, I think that's awesome! I'm glad that you found yourself."
"But hey, look at you! You're going to be a mom, holy crap!"
She laughed. "Well, um... Not quite. My brother and his husband wanted a kid, but, you know. They don't have the parts for it." She patted her tummy. "I volunteered. It's lucky they both have good jobs, because it turns out they're getting three kids instead of one."
"Triplets. Phew. When you say your brother, do you mean Daniel?" Mari had met him once, when she was hanging out with Hannah at her house. He was much older than the two of them, well into his twenties when they were eighteen. "He's gay? I thought he was engaged. Like, to a woman."
"Uh... Yeah. He kinda realized later on." Hannah, for some reason, seemed to flush a little bit.
"Jeez, that's rough. My parents kind of went through a similar thing. My mom didn't realize that she was gay until way after I was born. That's why my parents ended up divorcing, you know. Makes me glad that I was able to explore my sexuality and figure all that stuff out now, while I'm still young and not tied down to anyone. How'd his ex-fiancée take it? What was her name? Allison? Addison?"
"Alexandria. And, uh... I don't know, I haven't really heard from her since they broke up."
"Well, hopefully it wasn't too rough on her. I guess it's better that he realized before they actually got married, so they could cut things off before they got too woven into each other's lives."
"Uh huh. For sure." Hannah nodded.
"So I guess your brother and his husband just didn't want to adopt?"
"Um..." She seemed almost nervous all of a sudden. "They, er... Wanted to have kids that were related to them by blood. So my brother's husband was the sperm donor, and I'm the carrier."
"Oooh. So, did you two..."
"Er, no. Artificial insemination. Hey, um, not to be rude, but..." She gestured at her book cart. "I need to get back to work."
"Oh! Yeah, of course. Sorry about that." Mari kicked herself internally. She had probably gotten a little too personal a little too fast. "It was cool seeing you again, though! Do you wanna maybe hang out sometime later and catch up?"
"Yes!" Hannah nearly shouted it, as soon as she did, she looked terribly embarrassed. She cleared her throat and, much more quietly, said, "Er. Yes. Yes, that would be cool. I'm working all night tonight but if you text me tomorrow we can figure something out."
"Cool." Mari waited, expecting Hannah to offer her phone number, but she just stood there, smiling nervously. "Oookay. I guess I'll give you my number then? Do you have your phone with you?"
Hannah was already red, but she got even redder. "Uh, yeah. Right. Sorry." They exchanged phone numbers, and when they were done Hannah said, "Well, it was good to see you again. I'd offer you a hug, but, um..." she looked down at herself.
Mari grinned. "Oh, I don't mind! C'mere."
She did, eagerly. They embraced, which was an interesting experience. Mari could feel Hannah's big, round, firm belly pressing up against her own much flatter stomach, and at the same time her chest ended up resting atop it, squishing up against Hannah's boobs, which were by no means small themselves.
And then it was over. They pulled apart, and Hannah fidgeted awkwardly. "That was nice. I'm gonna, uh..." She gestured vaguely at the stacks, which was a bit futile, since they were in the middle of them.
"Get back to work, yeah. It was nice seeing you again!"
"Yeah, you too. I, um... Bye!"
Mari blinked as she retreated around the corner, pushing her book cart along. She did not remember Hannah ever being that blushy or nervous before. In any case... She had gotten her number, and that was pretty cool. She smiled as she set off to find a desk to study at.
---
As soon as Hannah rounded the corner, out of Mari's sight, she backed up against the shelves and clutched her chest, blushing and breathing heavily. Goodness. The last time that she had seen Mari was at their high school graduation, and after that, Hannah had fully expected to never see her again. She remembered the kiss that they had shared in their senior year, and she remembered how it had failed to make their friendship blossom into anything more, despite her hopes. They had both too timid, too hesitant, and, to be honest, not quite out of the closet yet. Running into Mari now, out of nowhere, was definitely not something that she had expected, and she never would have guessed that that was what she would look like now, based on the Mari that she knew four years ago. Was this really the same girl who had, every Sunday, asked Hannah if she wanted to come to church with her and looked so disappointed when she said no?
And those boobs. Jesus. In her mind, Hannah could still feel them pressed up against her chest and tummy. She'd implied that they were natural and at first Hannah hadn't believed that- how could a chest that big not be the result of magic or surgery? But that glowing marking she had was clearly a Gift, and Hannah had never heard of anyone having more than one Gift before, so they couldn't have been magic. And if those were plastic, then had to be the softest, most natural-feeling implants ever devised.
She was glad that Mari asked if she wanted to hang out. Their highschool relationship had never gotten far enough for Hannah to feel anything more than a sort of vague disappointment that it didn't work out, but this new Mari... Wow. She wanted to know what she was like now.
She did feel bad about lying to her, though. It was a force of habit at this point. Nobody ever believed her when she told the truth, and the usual assumption given her age (twenty-three), relationship status (very single), and occupation (college undergrad cum library assistant) was that she had gotten herself pregnant on accident, so she'd just developed a story to explain that instead of trying to argue with people that, yes, her Gift was actually a real thing and not just a cover story. The Mari that she knew would not have been impressed if she thought that Hannah had just forgotten to use birth control.
She took a deep breath and collected herself (she still felt a little bit flustered), and went back to shelving her books, humming happily along to the music in her headphones, thinking about where this chance encounter might lead. First thing, she thought. When I see her again, the first thing I'll do is clear up that little white lie. Hopefully she'll understand.
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Since the return of the Moonsingers, and along with them, magic, I have noticed a tendency- mostly in the media, but also in academia to a lesser extent- to romanticize many aspects of their culture, or, perhaps, to mystify them. This, of course, is not absent from the field of linguistics. In academic linguistics journals (ie, people who should really know better), this usually manifests as a tendency to focus too much on the more unusual aspects of the Moonsinger language- its large inventory of plosive consonants, the fact that it is very nearly completely isolating, its complex system of honorifics, et cetera.
Mari's nipples were tingling. They did that, sometimes, when she was turned on. She wanted someone to suck on them.
But, when examined from a typological perspective, the language of the Moonsingers is not even the most extreme example of any of its less common features. It has a large number of plosives, certainly, but there are many documented languages that have more, such as Ubykh and !Xóõ. It is highly analytic to the point of being isolating, but Yoruba is demonstrably more isolating that Ngatai by any measurable standard. It has many honorifics, but Japanese has just as many, and what's more, their use is mandatory in Japanese whereas the Moonsingers have, for the most part, made a deliberate effort to drop the use of their honorifics entirely, as they are the remnants of a caste system that no longer holds sway in their society and which many of them regard as unjust.
She wiggled in her seat. Her panties were slightly damp. Ever since she'd run into Hannah, her mind had been filled with visions of her face and her hips and her boobs and that huge belly.
When you shake away all of the mysticism and magic fairy dust that the whole world seems to want to coat them with, the Moonsingers speak a perfectly ordinary human language, one that is not even all that unusual compared to the languages that we are familiar with, regardless of the fact that they do magic with it. Hannah's beautiful green eyes looking up at me as she sucks on my nipples.
Mari blinked. The words on the page that she was reading seemed to blur a little. She rubbed her eyes...
The library was empty (or at least, its third floor was), and outside the sun had set. What time was it? Mari pulled her phone out of her bra (her pockets were small and she had a lot of space in there. It was convenient) and checked the time. 23:37. She'd been studying for six hours and she hadn't even realized it. Her forays into Proto-Indo-European had strung her along into books about other ancient languages, and from there she had dipped into the Moonsingers, who spoke a language that was contemporary with Proto-Indo-European before they'd disappeared, and was more or less completely unchanged now that they had come back. She kicked herself internally for allowing herself to veer so far off-topic. She needed to put together a solid research proposal for her advisor if she wanted to spend her Master's program researching such an out-of-the-ordinary topic, but all of the tangential stuff she'd been finding was all just too interesting.
Hannah was staring at my boobs while we were talking. I bet she likes them.
And she was so goddamn horny. She couldn't get Hannah out of her head. She was glad that she had said yes to hanging out later. She wanted to know what she was like now, whether she was still the girl that she had shared a kiss with in highschool, or whether she'd had a blossoming of her own and become a completely different person, like Mari had. And there was always a chance that a rekindled friendship could lead into something more.
Like Hannah bending me over the couch and fucking me so hard with a strap-on that I moan and gasp and my tits bounce in time with her thrusts and...
She took a deep breath. Phew. Calm down, Mari. It was getting harder and harder to focus on her studying. She closed the book she'd found on the Moonsingers and went back to the one about Proto-Indo-European. She read a paragraph, then by the end of it she realized that she hadn't actually absorbed anything that it said, so she read it again.
Hannah's big, soft boobs squished up against mine as we make out, naked, our bodies rubbing against each other.
She stood. This was getting out of hand. The library was open for two more hours, and she wanted to use all of that time to study, because there were just too many distractions back at her apartment. So... The bathroom stalls had locks. She'd duck in and just give herself a little quickie so that she could focus for another two hours. She wouldn't even need to take her pants off- she could make herself cum just from playing with her nipples when she was really turned on, and she was definitely really turned on right now.
She left her books at the table (if they got reshelved she could just go get them again, since she knew where they were located now) and headed off to the bathroom. The first stall that she opened was... Eugh. Did anyone clean these things? She didn't even want to sit on that toilet, much less try to get herself off in there. The next one down was just as bad, as was the third, and the last one was worse than the other three.
Ugh. Dejected, she stood out next to the sinks, looking at herself in the mirror. Damn, she was nipping right out of her shirt, and it was really obvious. Had anyone seen her like this? She kind of hoped that they had. The thought made her even more excited. With a quick glance towards the exit, she quickly pulled her shirt up and her bra down. Her marking glowed pink. If anyone walked in right now they would be able to see that it covered the entirety of her right breast, except for her soft, palm-sized areola. Except it was a bit less than palm-sized right now, because her nipples were so hard. She gave them a quick tweak, and then pulled her shirt down and left the bathroom.
Or at least, pulling her shirt down and leaving the bathroom is what she had intended to do. It was just that when she tweaked her nipples it had sent a rush of pleasure through her breasts, shooting down to her pussy, which she could feel growing even more wet in response. She glanced towards the exit again. It occurred to her that since there was a sort of short zig-zag hallway separating the door from the rest of the bathroom, if she stood in the right spot near the sinks she would be able to hear anyone who entered before they could see her. And really, it only took a moment pull her bra back up and her shirt back down. There was no reason that she couldn't...
As soon as the idea was in her head, she knew that she wanted to try it. Being able to cum without even having to touch herself below the waist was really a kind of superpower, because it meant that she could do things like this. Backing up against the bathroom wall, she kept her ears open for any sounds of approaching feet, and slowly, cautiously, she began to massage her huge, soft breasts in lazy rolling motions.
She could see herself in the mirror and... Damn, that was a hell of a sight. It might have been vain, but seeing her own breasts being squished and rolled and kneaded was turning her on even more. They were attached to her, always there when she looked down, so she sometimes forgot just how huge they were. But seeing herself in the mirror, how others saw her... She understood while people stared sometimes.
She couldn't help herself anymore. She had to get a pair of lips around her nipples, now, so she put hers to work. She'd been able to suck on her own nipples for years, but lately it had been getting a bit difficult simply because her boobs were getting too big and hefty to comfortably maneuver to her mouth. Now there was a hot idea, her breasts growing so gigantic that she couldn't even suck on her own nipples just because they were too enormous. As it was, she could only barely do it with one hand anymore. She had to sort of crane her neck to reach it, but reach it she did, and once it was between her lips she sucked like a woman dying of thirst.
Not that she had any milk to give herself. Despite half a dozen earnest attempts at inducing lactation since she'd learned it was possible a few years ago, her nipples had always remained disappointingly dry. But that didn't stop her from imagining that they weren't. She closed her eyes, and in her head she could see sprays of white gushing from her breasts, soaking the nearby mirror and filling her mouth with delicious sweetness.
There was a Gift- Mari didn't have it, but her friend Lilly did- that caused the breasts to swell to enormous sizes and lactate an astounding amount without any prompting, either by pregnancy or inducing. Mari was more than a little bit jealous, and she had always had this crazy sort of pipe dream that she would, somehow, develop it too. There were no documented cases of anyone ever manifesting a second Gift after they got their first one, but they had only been around for a few years, and the world was constantly discovering new things about them. Who knew what was possible? Mari could only imagine how big her breasts would get if she ever did get the boob-Gift. They were already enormous, but she could picture them getting as big as Lilly's, so big that they hung down to her waist because they were just that fucking huge.
That was when she came. It took her by surprise, so that she found herself furiously rubbing her thighs together, nearly collapsing against the wall she was leaning on and biting her thumb to dampen the scream that she'd inadvertently let out. Oh god, she hoped that nobody had heard that. If they did, she needed to collect herself and cover up, fast, but she was still cumming and her nipples were tingling and her pussy was on fire even though she hadn't even touched it and...
Okay. She found herself leaning against the sink, breathing heavily. She pulled her bra back up, shivering as the fabric rolled over her now very sensitive nipples, and her shirt back down... And she waited, listening for footsteps even as she recovered from her orgasm. A minute passed, and then another. Nobody came. There were no sounds but her own breathing.
She let out a sigh of relief. Okay. Nobody had heard that. Everything was fine. She meant to leave the bathroom then, but she caught herself in the mirror, and... Damn. She was all red, and her marking was glowing a nice, bright pink (a literal afterglow), and her hair was mussed up from where her head had been against the wall. And she was still nipping out of her shirt. They hadn't gotten even a little bit soft. In fact, she very aware of how they felt pressed up against the fabric of her bra, all of a sudden.
Without thinking, instinctively, she let them out again. They felt hot, and the cool air felt good on them. She touched them and gasped. God, she was already ready to go again.
And why shouldn't she? If that scream hadn't drawn anyone in here, nothing would.
Ears perked up, she lifted her other nipple to her mouth...
---
The library was silent.
Okay, yes, that was to be expected, but what bugged Hannah was the nature of the silence. Normally when a library was silent there were still some noises. The whispers of pages being turned. The soft click-clack of a keyboard. The rustling of fidgeting students. Library white noise. This, on the other hand, was a different sort of quiet. Deep. Penetrating. Overwhelming.
She started to tap her fingers against her desk, just so she could hear something. She really didn’t want to be at work right now. She wasn’t technically even supposed to be here. Or at least, she wasn’t supposed to be here alone. Student workers like her were only supposed to do shifts when there was a full-time staff member there to supervise them, but Hannah’s boss had always been laissez-faire about that, and she was the only one available tonight.
So it was that she had gotten stuck with desk duty. Her job was mostly to check out books to library patrons, accept returns, and answer reference questions. All of these were things that relied on there actually being patrons in the library, though. When it was empty her job was to sit at a desk and dick around on the internet, and since she was using a University computer she couldn’t even look at any really fun websites.
So, what she actually ended up doing was sit there at the circulation desk thinking about Mari. She just couldn't get her out of her head. Her transformation from nerdy church-going dork to... Well, Hannah couldn't really say that she knew this new Mari yet, but she was the type of person who wore a leather jacket, had pink hair, and proudly, unabashedly showed so much cleavage that you could lose stuff in there. That implied certain things about her personality. In any case, she was definitely not the same person she'd been in high school.
There was a fluttering in Hannah's tummy. Not kicking. She'd never experienced that before, and she wasn't likely to any time soon, since she wasn't planning on ever getting pregnant. For real pregnant. No, the fluttering she felt was just her stomach complaining because she hadn't eaten since before her shift had started. She looked down at herself and saw...
A lot of boob. But beyond that, the big, round swell of her belly, so big that it jutted out even beyond her weighty bosom. She caught herself hoping that Mari had a thing for pregnant girls. Or, at least, girls who looked pregnant. She knew that it was a little premature to be thinking of that- she hardly knew her now, after all- but Hannah still remembered the kiss that they had shared in highschool. It was the first time she had ever kissed a girl, and meeting Mari again had her reliving how it felt. She wanted to feel like that again...
She lifted up her sweater, baring her tummy (nobody was here anyway) and got her phone out. She shot a couple of selfies, rubbing it a little for the camera, squeezing her boobs a bit. She liked to do that, sometimes- take risqué pictures of herself. Sometimes she even did it when she wasn't wearing clothes. She didn't post them anywhere or send them to anyone. They never left her phone, and oftentimes she just deleted them later, but the act of taking them gave her a special little thrill. It was like having a fun little secret, all to herself.
She put her phone away, but she didn’t bother to lower her sweater back down. Baring skin in public, even in a relatively innocuous way such as this, was another thing that gave her a naughty little thrill. The circulation desk was positioned off to the side and behind a wall from the library’s front doors. That meant that Hannah would hear anyone entering the library before they saw her, so there wasn't really any chance that she'd be caught.
And now that she thought about it...
The library was three stories, but she knew for a fact that it was empty since she’d done a walkaround five minutes ago and nobody had entered since then. The student security guards who manned the desk near the entrance didn't work this late, and there was only one camera in the whole building, and it was pointed permanently at the front doors. The circulation desk was well out of its sight. This was, perhaps, a pretty grievous security oversight, but it worked out well for her here and now.
Slowly and with straining ears, she lifted her shirt a little further. The white fabric of her bra peeked out from under it. Utter silence. She was starting to get goosebumps, but not because she was cold. She looked around at the empty computer stations, and the silent first floor stacks off to the left.
She lifted her sweater a little bit more. Her breasts were out now, the cups of her bra visible in their entirety, as well as the big, soft chasm of her cleavage.
More silence.
She shivered a little bit and glanced over in the direction of the front doors. It would only take a second to pull her sweater back down, and if someone came in she would have more than enough time to do it before they could see her. She could stay like this all night, until her shift ended, if she wanted to. She thought it, and almost immediately she could feel her nipples getting hard. Her bra was fairly thick (it was a t-shirt bra) and she had pads in it as well, but her nipples were also pretty big, and as she looked down... Yep. It was totally obvious. They probably would have been obvious even through her sweater.
And realizing that made them even stiffer, almost painfully so. She wanted, suddenly and very urgently, to play with them. To take them out and pinch them between her fingers and wrap her lips around them and...
What if she took her bra off? The thought made her wriggle in her seat, rubbing her thighs together. She... technically could if she wanted to. If she kept her sweater on and ready to pull down at a moment's notice, there was no reason she couldn't. If someone walked in it would probably be clear that she wasn't wearing anything under it, but nowhere in the library's employee dress code did it say that she had to wear a bra. She might look a little tacky, but she couldn't imagine actually getting in trouble for it.
Goodness. Here she was, thinking about getting naked at work. How ridiculous. If anyone knew that she was doing this she could be fired.
But then again... there was nobody here, and no cameras pointed at her. How could anyone know?
This is stupid, she thought to herself as she unhooked her bra. You're going to get caught. You're going to get fired. Her breasts spilled out, settling on top of her belly with a soft, heavy sound. Her nipples tasted open air.
She knew that this was a bad idea. She also knew that it was making her so wet that she could feel her panties getting soaked underneath her jeans. She folded her bra neatly and set it under the desk, out of sight, and adjusted her sweater, making sure that she could pull it down quickly if she needed to. She was nervous enough that she kept one hand on it, but her other hand started to explore. She ran her fingers over her breasts. They were so smooth and soft and full.
She wasn't sure if her Gift was responsible for the size of her chest. She'd been nineteen years old when the Quake happened and her body started to change, so it was entirely possible that she'd just had a late growth spurt (Mari was living proof of that possibility) but whatever the reason, her boobs had nearly doubled in size since this long faux-pregnancy had started, and she had not been especially small to begin with.
She touched her nipples ever so lightly, but even that seemed to cause bolts of excitement to explode throughout her breasts. Fuck, they were sensitive right now. And... shit. She was starting to leak. "Calm down, girls," she muttered quietly as she grabbed a few tissues to dry herself.
The size of her breasts might have been due to a growth spurt unrelated to her Gift, but this part certainly wasn't. It hadn't started until about a year after the Quake, long after she already looked liked she was very pregnant indeed, and at first it had come only as small, occasional drops. Since then, however, the amount of milk that she made had steadily been growing over the years, and at this point she was making as much as a particularly productive new mom. In the past few months, in fact, her boobs had developed a habit of leaking like faucets whenever she was turned on, which was, frankly, annoying.
Annoying, and somehow at the same time, really hot. There had been a few occasions, when it had first started happening, where she had accidentally soaked her shirt in public. Each time she'd been terribly embarrassed... But after each incident when she got home and cleaned herself up she'd found herself masturbating furiously, cumming so hard that she saw stars. Her doctor had told her that she could rein in the leaking if she made an effort to not play with her breasts as much as she did, and she had given her a prescription for medication that could, perhaps, have even stopped her lactation entirely.
Hannah still played with her boobs every day, and the prescription was sitting in a drawer in her apartment, unfilled and gathering dust. What a weirdo she was, that being a human milk factory turned her on. How would Mari react if she found out that she had such bizarre kinks? But then, Mari had been looking up induced lactation on her phone. It could have been for innocent reasons. Maybe she had just heard about it and was curious. But maybe that curiosity was because she was into it, like Hannah was. In any case, thinking about it was not helping to slow her breasts down. There was a small pile of wet tissues growing on the desk next to her. If she was at home this would be kind of hot, but if someone walked in-
There was a sound, just quiet enough that Hannah wasn't actually sure if it was really there. It sounded like a voice. She pulled her sweater down immediately, leaky tits be damned, and frantically looked around, blushing furiously.
Silence. There was nobody at the front door. She strained her ears, listening for any noise, but heard nothing. There was nobody here but her.
She sighed and looked down at herself. The sudden moment of panic had killed her libido enough that she had stopped leaking, but not before she had gotten her sweater a little bit wet. Luckily, the spots weren't too visible.
She needed to calm herself down, so that she didn't end up doing something really stupid, like masturbating at her desk. She put up her little Away from the desk, we'll be back in just a moment! sign and stood. She technically only had to do a walk-around of the library once per shift, when she was closing it, to reshelve any loose books and to get any late-night stragglers to leave, but oftentimes she did three or four just as a way to get up and stretch her legs a bit, and right now it would make for a good way to relax.
But she didn't bother to put her bra back on before she did it.
Throughout the first floor, she mostly managed to succeed at keeping her rampant horniness in check, but it was a trial. She wandered between the computer stations and through the stacks, trying very hard (and failing completely) to ignore how nice it felt to have her breasts wobble and shift underneath her sweater as she walked. Every time they moved it just made her think of how heavy they were, how full of milk, and how, for all she knew, they weren't even done growing. She was only twenty-three, and she knew that it was entirely possible that she could keep getting bigger even into her thirties. Would she ever get as big as Mari? Hers were ridiculously huge, but the more that she thought about them packed into that tight bra that had been so plainy visible beneath her ripped up T-shirt, the more Hannah couldn't help but think that that size might look good on her.
As she went up the stairs to the second floor she started to have problems. She took them a bit quickly, and it made her bounce. She could feel the smooth, soft skin of her breasts rubbing up against each other, against her belly, and her nipples were rubbing against the fabric of the sweater, making them stiff again almost instantly. As she reached the top of the stairs she was a bit red-faced, and...
It was interesting how the library only had windows on one side of the building. She could very easily do a walkaround of almost the whole place without stepping in front of any of them, so that she wouldn't be visible from outside. There was no reason that she couldn't...
It was a bad idea and she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself. She lifted her sweater, tucking it underneath her boobs so that her tummy was bare once again. She felt a rush of excitement. The second floor was half bookshelves and half open desks and chairs for students to study at. As she walked between them, she imagined that they were all full. She stood tall, thrusting her enormous belly out, picturing dozens of pairs of eyes that were all locked on her.
Silence, but in her head there were murmers. "Wow, look at that tummy." "She's huge!" "How many is she pregnant with?" "Look at those fucking tits." She finished her circuit of the second floor and started to ascend the stairs to the third, and oh god, the way that her tits were bouncing under sweater was... Fuck. She was leaking again. She didn't want to get her sweater wet, but the only way to keep that from happening at this point was to take it off, and she couldn't do that.
Right?
The library was dead silent. If anybody entered, two floors below, she would hear them long before they could see her. They would have to either climb the stairs or take the old elevator, and both were slow and would make noise. Either way, she would have more than enough time and warning to clothe herself again.
She bit her lip. She couldn't believe that she was actually seriously considering...
But as soon as the thought entered her head, she knew that she wanted to do it. Oh god, this was so dangerous. If her boss caught wind of this she would be fired, and possibly kicked out of the university. It was the type of thing that could bring her academic career to a screeching halt.
But thinking about doing it made her so fucking wet that she could feel her panties squishing with every step. There was nobody here. There were no cameras on this floor. How could anyone find out?
She took her sweater off.
She was naked from the waist up, standing there at the top of the stairs in the third floor of the library, where she worked, and it was turning her on so much that she was breathing heavily and her breasts were leaking like faucets. She took a step, and another, and another...
The third floor was almost all stacks, with a few study desks off to one side along the south wall. The bookshelves were arranged in a pattern that was fairly regular, but mazelike if you weren't familiar with it, because there were several dead-ends. She'd never gotten a clear answer on why it was built that way- something about multiple expansions to the building and space issues- but she'd always sort of liked it. It was a proper library, the type that you could literally get lost it.
She wandered between the books, little droplets flowing down from her breasts and over her big, round belly before dripping down onto the floor. They were small enough that nobody would notice them in the morning even if they stained the carpet. Probably. She rubbed her tummy as she walked, played with her breasts a little bit, but she was careful. She was already so close... If she did it too much she would end up cumming right there in the stacks. She rounded a corner, deliberately turning more sharply than she needed to so that her breasts wobbled heavily, sending little droplets of milk flying. She was facing the south wall now, looking at all of the empty study desks, and-
There were books at one of the desks. Hannah could swear that her heart stopped for a moment. Was there someone still here? How had she missed those during her walkaround earlier?
She took a deep breath. No, no, people left books out on the desks all the time when they left the library. That was probably it. Someone had just finished with their studying and hadn't bothered to try to reshelve them when they left. There were signs all throughout the library, in fact, telling students not to try to reshelve books, because they often did it incorrectly. Normally Hannah would have picked them up and put them away, but...
Well, why shouldn't she? She was topless and her boobs were dripping, but she was still on the clock. She went to the desk and gathered them up, taking care to keep from getting milk on them, and carried them off to their places on the shelves. It was the most mundane, boring thing, reshelving books, but somehow it made her nakedness even better, more thrilling. By the time that she put away the last one (The Syntax of Indo-European) her breasts were leaking even more profusely, to the point that they were very nearly spraying. It was getting to the point where she was going to leave a visible mess on the floor if she didn't deal with them, but when they got like this there was only one way to make them stop.
As much as the idea of relieving her aching breasts right there in the stacks turned her on (and damn, did it turn her on), she needed something to empty them into. The bathroom, then. Flushed red with excitement, she hurried through the stacks. She'd started to run, but the bouncing sent milk flying everywhere, so she settled into a quick walk, biting her lip and breathing heavily at the way her chest still wobbled with every step. God, she was so full. She should have emptied herself before work. She actually gasped in relief as she entered the bathroom, turned the corner towards the sink and-
Oh no.
Oh god, oh god, oh fuck.
There was someone here! She'd been caught! Klaxons sounded in her head, and she found herself suddenly unable to move for fear and embarrassment as Mari...
It was Mari. Holy shit, it was Mari! And... her breasts were out, too. One of her nipples was in her mouth, in fact, and the other was between her fingers, frozen mid-pinch.
They stared at each other for what felt like a very long time, wide-eyed, both growing even redder than they already were. Mari's marking was glowing brilliantly. Her breast fell out of her mouth, settling against her chest with a heavy sound. Both of her areolas were covered in black lipstick marks.
"I won't tell if you don't," said Mari.
"D- deal," said Hannah. She felt like she was going to pass out. Literally, she felt dizzy, and her knees were getting weak. She leaned against the wall and buried her face in her sweater. "Oh god, I'm so fucking embarrassed."
"Were... Were you just walking around with your top off?"
Hannah was certain that her entire body was flushed red. "Yes," she said in a very small voice.
"Nice. Just for the thrill of it?"
Hannah nodded meekly. She still hadn't unburied her face. "I'm such a fucking idiot. I should've known I would get caught."
"I mean, yeah, that was kind of dumb. It's a fun fantasy, but not something you should actually do."
She dug deeper into her sweater.
"But, hey, look on the bright side! You couldn't have picked a better person to be caught by. I mean, look at what I was just doing."
She peeked at her with one eye. Mari had not bothered to cover herself. Her nipples were still out in open air, and now that she was looking, Hannah noticed that they were hard. Really hard. "Uh... What were you doing?"
"Masturbating."
Hannah stared at her. She had said it so matter-of-factly, and without a hint of shame in her voice. "In... In a library bathroom?"
Mari shrugged. "I thought I wouldn't get caught. Got too into it, and I didn't notice you coming in." Her marking was glowing a deep, reddish-purple. "Well, I think it's safe to say that we both kind of fucked up here. How about we both just put our clothes back on, and this can just be a fun little secret that we keep between the two of us." She pulled her bra back up, her enormous breasts wobbling as they settled back into it, and her shirt down. Her outfit had seemed so revealing before, but as she looked at it now she realized that, really, most of Mari's breasts were covered. It was just that they were so big that she was still able to show an absurd amount of cleavage even despite that.
"I would, but, uh..." Hannah looked down at herself. She was still leaking. The stress and anxiety from being caught had slowed it down a bit, but they were in letdown mode, and there really was no stopping them at this point. Even as she watched, little droplets were forming on the tips of her nipples, growing full and heavy before they rolled down her breasts and over the vast curve of her tummy before dripping to the floor. "I can't really stop these now. I have to empty them or I'll soak my sweater."
"Yeah, uh, about that..." Mari was looking at them now, which made Hannah want to hide her face again. "Is it normal to be making so much milk before you've even given birth?"
"Um... I, er... I may not have been completely honest with you when we ran into each other earlier..." Mari just raised an eyebrow. Oh well, she had already found out about the most embarrassing thing that she could possibly know. Might as well clear this up now. "I, uh... I've been 'nine months pregnant' for about three and a half years now. It's my Gift."
"Oooh." Mari's eyes widened in recognition. "I've heard of that one! Your tummy is just full of, like... water or something, right?"
"That's what my doctor tells me."
"Wow, that's a really rare one. Don't only, like, twenty people in the world have it?"
"Something like that." Hannah was still finding it hard to look Mari in the eyes. "It's rare enough that nobody actually believes me when I tell them. They always just think that I'm making it up because I'm embarrassed that I managed to get myself knocked up as an unmarried, single undergrad. And since everyone assumes that I'm really pregnant, I just made up a story to explain that, and it's gotten to the point where I just use it as soon as people ask. It's easier that way. Daniel's not gay, by the way. He and Alexandria got married the summer after we graduated. They don't have any kids, though. That part's true."
"So, wait. You go around lying about your brother's sexuality as a cover because you don't want to tell anybody about your Gift?"
"It's not that I don't want to tell people about my Gift, it's that nobody believes me when I do! And besides, the whole story was Daniel's idea. It just didn't work on you because I forgot that you'd met him."
"Hmm." Mari crossed her arms. It made her cleavage muffin out of her bra in a way that was very hard to look away from. "Well, alright. You don't need to lie to me about stuff like that though, alright?"
Hannah shrugged furtively. "I mean, how would you have reacted if you thought that I got pregnant accidentally because I just didn't make a guy wear a condom, or whatever?"
"I wouldn't have thought any less of you for it. I mean, we both took the same Sex Ed class in high school. It wasn't exactly comprehensive. Hell, I didn't make the first guy I was ever with wear a condom. I just got incredibly lucky. Although..." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Honestly, I can understand why you wouldn't have wanted eighteen-year-old Mari to assume that you got pregnant on accident, 'cause she probably wouldn't have been all that nice to you about it. I was kind of a shithead five years ago."
"Well, I mean... I liked eighteen-year-old Mari. I liked her a lot."
"Eighteen-year-old Mari liked you a lot too, but she was too closeted to admit it." She smiled and... Good lord, she was pretty. Charmingly, disarmingly pretty. Had she always been that beautiful? "Maybe twenty-three-year-old Mari can make it up to you."
Hannah smiled shyly. "Twenty-three-year-old Hannah would like to see what twenty-three-year-old Mari has in mind to do that... You know, this would be a nice little moment if I wasn't standing here topless with my boobs leaking all over the place."
Mari laughed. "I think it's still a nice little moment. Are the drippy boobs part of your Gift?"
"Seem to be." Hannah looked down at herself. "I didn't make them start doing this on purpose, anyway."
"Are you into it?"
"It's annoying as hell. They always start leaking at bad times, and if I don't empty them at least three times a day they get all full and they start to hurt. But, um..." She found herself breaking eye contact again. "Yeah. I kind of do like it."
"I'm glad. It would be awful to be stuck with something like that if you didn't." Mari leaned up against the counter, casual as ever. "How about the tummy? Well, you must like that, otherwise you wouldn't keep it that big."
Hannah had been doing so well. Talking was starting to calm her down, and despite the fact that she was still topless and leaking, she had managed to stop blushing. Up until now. She hid her face behind her sweater again. "Oh, god. I was hoping that you wouldn't know about that..."
"What, that you can control its size? That's just what I read. It's all about your water intake, right?"
She nodded. "I could make it small enough that I would barely even look pregnant if I just didn't drink as much for a few months."
"But you don't."
"I never have. I've never even tried." She took a deep breath. Might as well go all the way down this rabbit hole. "In fact, a few months ago I started drinking even more than I normally do just to see how big I could make it. This seems to be the limit."
"So you like being all huge and round, huh?"
"Yes... Is that weird?"
"Yeah, but I think it's cool. I'm into way weirder shit than that, if that makes you feel better about it. You shouldn't be ashamed about what you're into."
"I feel like I should be a little bit embarrassed that I'm into walking around the library with my tits out..."
"I mean, you shouldn't do it, or you'll get caught eventually, but there's no shame in having that fantasy. You just need to find a healthier way to indulge in it. Have you ever tried writing about it?"
"Not really. Um, speaking of getting caught..." She looked down at herself. "I really need to take care of these so I can put my shirt back on. Can you help me with that?"
She grinned. "Oh? So foward!"
She felt her face get hot. "I meant will you keep watch for me!"
"Oh." Mari sounded almost... Disappointed? "Right, yeah. That makes sense. Sorry, that was really presumptive of me."
"I mean, that's just what I was going to suggest. If you wanted to, you could..." Oh god, was she really going to say this? Her heart started to flutter.
"I could what?"
"You could, um..." Hannah hesitated, but then she thought... You know what? This night had already been weird as hell, and she had already more or less bared her most embarrassing secrets to Mari, as well as her body.
And she really enjoyed that kiss they had shared all those years ago, and she had always wished that their relationship had actually gone... anywhere, instead of fizzling out like it had. She swallowed hard. "I only need to empty them a little bit, so that they stop leaking, but I don't have my pump on me, and it would go really fast if you..." She hesitated, unable to bring herself to say it.
Luckily, she didn't need to. Mari put a hand on her shoulder, looked her in the eyes, and said, with all the seriousness in the world, "Hannah, I would be delighted to help you empty your breasts."
She stared for a moment, and then, despite herself she laughed. "I'm sorry," she said, covering her mouth. "It's just that you sounded so solemn, and this is such a weird thing to do..."
"Sure it's weird, but it's the type of weird that I'm super into. Want me to use my mouth or my hands?"
Mouth, said Hannah's brain, but she looked into Mari's eyes and found herself unable to say... Anything at all, really. Instead she grabbed her hands (her own were shaking), and brought them up to her chest. Mari let her, and when her fingers touched Hannah's smooth, soft skin (they were wonderfully warm), she smiled. "You may want to face the sink."
Hannah did, breathlessly, and as she turned Mari caressed her shoulders. She saw her move closer in the mirror, and she could feel her enormous chest press up against her back. "Oh my god... Those... Those really are natural, aren't they?"
Mari giggled. "What, did you not believe me?"
"I had doubts. They're so soft. They feel good..."
"Mm. Keep saying nice things about them and maybe later I'll let you do to them what I'm doing to you."
"Oh? Are you-" Hannah interrupted herself with a gasp. Mari had squeezed her nipples, and she sprayed. Some of it went in the sink, but most of it spattered on the mirror.
"Whoa! Damn, girl. I didn't expect this much."
"You've done this-" Another squeeze, another spray, and another gasp. "You've done this before, haven't you?"
"I've made the motions tons of times, on myself. I don't have milk, but it's not for lack of trying. I've been trying to induce for like, three years." She squeezed again, and Hannah bit her lip, breathing in sharply. "Uh, sorry... I'm not hurting you, am I?"
She started to slide her hands away, but Hannah grabbed them and pulled them back. "No! Keep going!"
"We're getting the mirror and counter all wet..."
"I'll clean them!" Hannah squeezed Mari's hands in her own, forcing them to make the motion, and making even more of a mess. "Just keep going!"
Mari laughed. "Well, if you insist." Hannah rubbed her tummy and leaned back into Mari's huge, soft chest as she was milked. God, that word made her feel so dirty. She was being milked. Like a cow. It was turning her on so much that...
She only made it three more sprays before she turned around. "Drink. I need your lips on them. Now."
Mari only had to think about it for a moment... and then her lips wrapped around her nipple, and Hannah almost came on the spot. Her breasts immediately started spraying- real sprays, the type that could shoot halfway across the room. It seemed to take Mari by surprise. Her eyes got wide, and a bit of Hannah's milk actually dribbled out of her mouth before she caught herself and latched on, making sure not to spill a drop. She wrapped her arms around Hannah's waist, pressing her face into her breast, her own breasts squishing heavily against Hannah's tummy and-
She came. Hard. She actually had to bite her own thumb to keep herself from crying out. It was a good thing she was leaning against the sinks, because her legs felt like gelatin all of a sudden, and she was certain she would have lost her balance otherwise. Mari kept on sucking all throughout it, rubbing Hannah's tummy with one hand and squeezing the breast that she wasn't sucking on with the other, and when it was all done and Hannah found herself panting and out-of-breath.
Mari laughed. "That was fast."
"I... I was already all worked up before I came in here."
"From walking around the library topless? Dirty girl."
"Just... Just switch to the other one now." It wasn't that Mari had drained the breast that she was sucking on (Hannah could still feel that there was plenty left in there, in fact, even after all that). It was just that her other nipple was screaming for attention.
Attention was exactly what Mari gave it. "You're really bossy all of a sudden," she said as she cupped Hannah's other breast in her hands. It took both of them, and even then she couldn't cover all of it.
"I'm sorry! I just-"
Mari laughed. "Keep being bossy. I like it. I hope you don't mind if I..." She trailed off as she started to drink from Hannah's other breast, but Hannah could see what she was talking about. She was groping herself as she sucked, squeezing her huge, soft breast in one hand (it was glowing bright pink) while her other slipped down the front of her jeans.
"Good. Keep drinking," said Hannah breathlessly. She pressed Mari's face into her breast, and the way that she looked up at her as she drank was just...
Hannah shivered. While Mari's breasts were too big for her to easily suck on her own nipples, Hannah's were exactly the right size for it. She lifted her free breast to her mouth, wrapping her lips around it right where Mari's black lipstick had left its mark. She never got tired of the taste of it, like melted ice cream, and as she fed both Mari and herself she could feel herself-
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
They both froze. The voice came from outside the bathroom, but not far outside of it. Lightning fast, Mari stood and wiped her mouth. Hannah looked around for her sweater. Where had it gone?
"Oh, fuck." It was on the floor. She must have dropped it at some point without realizing it. It was also completely soaked with milk, and there was grime on it from the bathroom floor. She picked it up gingerly with two fingers and made a face.
"Do you have any other clothes?" Mari whispered quickly.
"Just my bra. It's downstairs, at the circulation desk."
"Tch. Put this on!" Mari wiggled out of her jacket and handed it over. It was warm and it smelled like her, and Hannah would have found it quite comfortable except for one small thing.
"Uh... I can't close it over my tummy."
"Shit," said Mari. "Okay, um..."
"Give me your shirt and you can wear your jacket, zipped up."
"My shirt won't cover you, your boobs aren't big enough to fill it without popping up above the neckline. And mine are too big to close the jacket over them."
"What? Why do you own a jacket that's too small for you?"
"It's a fashion jacket, not a keep-myself-warm jacket!"
"Anyone?" called the voice. "Anyone here?" It sounded even closer now, like it was right outside the bathroom door.
"Wait!" said Hannah. "My jacket! It's big enough that it'll cover me, but it's also all the way downstairs. Fuck. God damn it, I knew this was a bad idea, but I was dumb and horny and I did it anyway. Stupid, stupid, stupid."
"I'll get it! You just wait h-"
The bathroom door creaked, and Mari's marking immediately changed color to a sickly yellow-green. "Fuck," she muttered. "Stay right here!" She dashed around the corner that hid the bathroom from sight from the doorway, and Hannah heard the owner of the voice gasp.
"Jesus! You scared the hell out of me."
"Oh," she heard Mari say. "Uh, sorry, Officer."
Oh fuck. Officer? Were the police here?
"Are you... Good god, you just walk around in that?"
"Yeah. Can I help you?" Despite the fact that Hannah felt like she was about to pee herself in fear, she couldn't help but feel the teensiest smidge of admiration for how casually and confidently Mari said it.
"Pretty sure that's a violation of University dress code, young lady."
"The University doesn't have a dress code for students. Trust me, I've checked."
"Okay, sure." The officer sounded unconvinced, but she didn't press the issue, thank god. "Listen, do you know where the library employees are? I'm supposed to check in with the library person on-duty, but I waited for twenty minutes and nobody was there."
Oh god... That meant that this officer had come in... Probably right as she and Mari had discovered each other in the bathroom. If she had decided not to shout before coming in here...
"Search me. There was a person at the front desk when I came in, but I've been in here for hours. Their shift is probably over by now."
"Right, well, if you see them, let them know they're not supposed to leave the desk for that long. Anyway, 'scuse me. I gotta pee."
There was a shuffling of feet, and Mari said, loudly, "Ah! I, uh, wouldn't go in there if I were you."
"What? Why?"
"Because..." Hannah could hear the hesitation in Mari's voice. Oh god oh god oh god... "Because somebody took a massive shit in one of the stalls and it smells awful. I'd use one of the bathrooms downstairs if I were you."
Gross. If it worked, though...
The officer made a disgusted noise. "Eugh. I swear, they never clean these goddamn things. Dunno what we even have janitors for. Well, thanks for the warning."
"Sure thing." More footsteps... but going in the opposite direction. The door creaked again, and there was silence. Hannah strained her ears for a moment... And heard nothing.
She let out a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. For a few moments there, she was certain that she was going to be caught. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a text from Mari. Okay, she left the library but she said she's gonna come back before you close. I'm getting your stuff. Stay put for a minute.
thank you thank you thank you aaaaaaaaa, she texted back. fuuuuuck I almost had a heart attack.
It was a campus security officer, by the way. Not police. Wheres your stuff
Oh, that made sense. In fact... Hannah looked at the time. It was midnight. Campus Security always did a walkaround of the library at midnight. And she had... been so caught up in her dumb horny fantasies that she'd totally forgotten. bras underneath the circulation desk, jackets in the closet right behind it, she texted, all while kicking herself for being so stupid.
Cool. I'm downstairs now, and I'll text you if anyone comes in the library.
For a few minutes Mari didn't respond, and Hannah tried not to worry too much. She grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser next to the sinks and wiped down the mirror and counter that she had made a mess of while she waited, both for Mari and for her heart to stop pounding. She expected, any moment, to get a text saying 'someone came in, hide!', so when her phone finally did buzz, she jumped.
36G? niiiiiiice
Despite everything, she couldn't help but laugh.
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It was entirely too warm in the library for her to be comfortable in her jacket, but being clothed again was such a relief that she hardly noticed. The security guard had looked at her strangely when she had come back, but Hannah had done her best to act nonchalant, and luckily she hadn't asked any questions about it. Though she had asked where Hannah had gone for all that time.
"Uh... I ran to the campus grocery store down the street. I know I'm not supposed to, but there was nobody here, and-"
"There was somebody here, I ran into her while I was looking in for you in the bathrooms. You need to assume that there are people here even when you think the library is empty."
Right. Pretty good advice, that. Hannah said that she would be sure to follow it in the future, and she wasn't lying. That was a stunt that she would not be trying again any time soon. That seemed to satisfy the security officer, who left shortly after.
By that point it was 12:30, and Hannah had to start her regular end-of-night tasks: shelving any stray books, turning off the library printers... and doing a walk-around to make sure that there was nobody left in the library. It was right around then that Mari, who had disappeared to go find the books that Hannah had reshelved earlier, caught back up with her. And then they just... talked. While Hannah was doing her closing stuff, Mari followed her around and they chatted, as if everything that had happened that night was perfectly normal. It was odd, and unexpected, but it was also... kind of nice. The Mari that she used to know wouldn't have been so totally cool and nonchalant about it, but it was a welcome change.
"So yeah," said Mari, "Burrito Palace was awful, but after they canned me my friend Rose helped me get another job. You know that pizza place on 5th and Blevin?"
"Tomino's?"
"That's the one. Her parents own the place, and she talked me up to them. It's still food work, but the pay is much better. Turns out you can make pretty decent money delivering pizzas, if you're doing it in a rich neighborhood. It ain't the most glamorous job, but it's paying my rent, at least. Still don't know how I'm going to keep up with my tuition, since I refuse to take loans, but... I don't know, I'll figure something out."
"About that. Isn't your dad, like... Literally a millionaire? Isn't he paying for anything?"
"He was, but we don't talk anymore and I won't take his money," said Mari, and she said it with the sort of finality that made it clear without words that this was a line of conversation that she did not want to pursue.
So Hannah didn't. There was silence for a moment as they finished the walkaround and arrived at the circulation desk. "Hey, while we were... You know. In the bathroom. You mentioned that you were into way weirder things than what I'm into."
Mari grinned. "You want a list?"
"I mean, I was just sort of curious..."
"I'm super into pregnancy. I never want to actually have kids, but I have like, breeding and impregnation fantasies all the time, and I think pregnant women are sexy. And women who look pregnant." Hannah blushed at that, but Mari just smiled and kept going. "I like lactation, obviously. I'm into light BDSM- one of my exes liked to tie me up and gag me and stuff while we fucked, and I was pretty into it, not gonna lie. I like being collared. That same boyfriend who tied me up also wanted me to peg him, which I did and I loved it. Oh, and I really love titties. I love small boobs, big boobs, gigantic boobs, my boobs, other people's boobs... I can get off just from playing with mine, and it's awesome."
Hannah giggled. "You know, I've never been kissed half as passionately as you were making out with your own titty when I walked in on you. You looked like you were into it."
"Well," said Mari with a laugh, "I was. And I'm a lot better at kissing now than I was five years ago."
"Yeah? You should prove it to me," said Hannah, and she was definitely joking.
Mari's eyebrows went up, and she laughed. "Careful, or I just might take you up on that."
"Good. I want you to." She was, of course, not being serious. Not serious at all. It was completely, 100% sarcastic.
Right?
Mari kissed her. Suddenly their lips were touching and she had her arms around Hannah's waist, and their big, heavy breasts were squished up against each other, and Hannah's huge, firm tummy was pressing against Mari's flatter, softer middle.
The first kiss that they had shared, the first and only other time that Hannah had ever kissed a girl, there hadn't even been any tongue. They were both timid. Scared. Hesitant. Unsure if they liked each other in that way, or if they even liked girls in general. This time, it was different. Hannah had had boyfriends since Mari. Boyfriends that she had loved dearly, and who had loved her. But none of them kissed her like Mari was doing now. It was the type of kiss that she could get lost in.
When it was over, she found herself out of breath. She was leaning on the circulation desk, and Mari was looking at her, grinning. "Told ya."
Hannah touched her lips. "Yeah... You were right. Much better."
"See you tomorrow?" asked Mari with that charming, breathtaking grin of hers. She definitely hadn't been able to grin like that the last time that they'd seen each other.
"Definitely. Um... Would you want to, maybe... I don't usually go to bed until three or four in the morning after night shifts like this. Do you want to maybe hang out a little bit tonight? At my place? My roommate is gone until next week, so it'd just be us."
"You know what?" said Mari, and her marking began to glow bright pink. "I think I'd like that."
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