Got Milk?

Got Milk? By Big Dave Hill

I’d fallen madly in lust with Kris when I started in her department at the company we both worked at. She was six months pregnant then, the father of her baby had already run off with his new girlfriend. I couldn’t imagine how she could have ended up in such a destructive relationship, being as smart as she was.

“Randy,” she said to me one time, “Would you like to come over for dinner?”

Of course I did! And that was when I think we started “dating.” You couldn’t really call it dating, though, it was more just friendly chat. She was a gorgeous woman, even with the extra weight that pregnancy had brought on.

It’s all kind of a blur, now. I can’t remember what order it happened in: She had her baby, she became independently wealthy (which is how she described “rich”), and she quit the company. Or maybe I have that backwards? At any rate, she still remembered me when she left the company.

About the time her baby was nine months old she called me at work and asked me over. We had only talked a couple times since little Joshua was born, and, in fact, I’d never seen him. Before I went over, I worked out especially hard at the gym. I wanted to look stellar for her.

When I arrived at her house, she answered the door in a loose-fitting gown. I could tell she’d put on a little weight though, and it was very sexy. Her face was fuller, her hips were wider, and her breasts were just massive. She had a nice, pudgy, little belly happening, too. I got an erection immediately!

We had a lovely dinner, we caught up on each other’s lives. Then, after little Josh had been taken away by the Nanny (Kris was, after all, rich now), we sat down for a drink. The drink turned into a kiss, and soon she was leading me into her bedroom.

She removed the gown, revealing her gorgeous, voluptuous form. Her huge breasts swayed with every step. I tore off my clothes as fast as I could, and we started making love. It felt so unreal, I could hardly believe it - but I was loving it, too! All of a sudden, she stopped. She got out of bed and pulled something out of a dresser - two pairs of handcuffs. She stood by the bed, towering over me, and said, “Tie me up.”

So I did. I handcuffed each of her wrists to the headboard, taking note of her thick, gorgeous arms as I did. I licked her flesh all over, working my way to her lips. We kissed passionately, she moaned with desire. After several, long minutes, she pulled her lips free of mine.

“I want you to suck on my nipples,” she commanded. “Suck HARD on them.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I grasped one of her mammoth breasts in two hands, and licked her nipple playfully. She let out a little whimper in reply. Then I wrapped my mouth around it, and pressed my face into the yielding flesh. She arched her back, pressing into me, and I did as she requested - I sucked, hard.

All of a sudden I could feel something entering my mouth - I swallowed, and although somewhere in my mind I was alarmed by what was going on, I didn’t stop sucking. Fluid was squirting from Kris' nipples, into my mouth. My shock quickly turned to delight, as whatever was happening felt fantastic. I was swallowing the liquid coming from her breasts as fast as I could. From somewhere in my throat I was growling with pleasure. Kris was howling in ecstasy.

I had never been so turned on, or felt so wild. Kris was obviously getting off on it, too, from the shrieks she was letting out. We both climaxed, and we hadn’t even had intercourse yet! I couldn’t believe it.

We lay next to one another, exhausted, for awhile. Kris was breathing very heavily, her stomach and chest heaving.

“That was great,” she said, and smiled at me sweetly. The perspiration on her face made her flawless skin shine in the half-light.

“Yeah,” I gasped, “I’ll say.”

Kris rolled over, laying one leg and arm over me, her breasts pressed against my side and overflowing onto my chest. Her body was so fleshy and soft, so beautiful.

“Wha. . .” I started, but trailed off. “What exactly happened there?” I asked, not wishing to appear foolish, but not sure exactly how much of what happened was real, or if I was dreaming.

“What do you mean? We made love,” she replied, and laughed.

“Well, sort of,” I said slowly, “but we didn’t really . . . you know . . . enter . . . each other. But we both, uh . . . Got off, I guess . . . And your breasts - "

“Ah, I see,” she said, “you miss the penetration . . .”

“No, that’s not it - the weird thing is that I didn’t miss it! I mean, all I had to do was suck on your tits, like you asked, and . . .”

“And you liked it, yes?” she asked.

“Oh yeah!”

We kissed for a long time. She ran her hands all over my body, until we were both completely relaxed again.

“Ever since I had Josh, my breasts have been producing milk. I don’t breast feed, but I just love feeling you sucking on them.”

“You mean I was drinking the milk intended for your baby?” I said, not quite so relaxed anymore. I started to feel a little grossed-out.

“Well, not intended for Josh - remember, I’m not breast-feeding him. And you liked it, did you not?”

“Uh, yeah, I did . . . "

“And I loved it!” she exclaimed. “So what is the problem?”

I shrugged. “Has anyone ever done this with you before?”

“No, not like that - but I bet you want to do it again, don’t you?”

She smiled knowingly. I had no idea that it could be such a turn-on. So we made love through the night, stopping only briefly to rest. We went “all the way,” but I kept returning to her breasts. I kept getting the urge to suck milk out of them, and Kris was very encouraging in that regard. She never seemed to run out, and her breasts, to my joy, never seemed to deflate even the tiniest bit.

I went to work the next day, feeling like I was on Cloud Nine! I couldn’t wait to see Kris again. I rushed from work to her place. I started to do this everyday. On the third day of this routine, I walked into a giant washroom, with giant mirrors on the wall. I pulled off my shirt and was amazed at what I saw - where my perfectly sculpted, hard muscles once were, there was a soft layer of flesh.

“Kris!” I cried out. She came immediately into the washroom. She was clad in a skin-tight cat suit.

“Look at me!” I cried.

“You look wonderful, lover,” she purred, and caressed my newly soft body with her hands.

“I’m fat,” I said, “I was in perfect shape a couple days ago - you could see my abs - but look at me now!”

“You’re fine, baby,” she said, and pulled me by the shoulders to face her. “You look great, you feel great, and you make me hot, so stop worrying about the mirror . . .” She zipped open her top and pulled her arms out of the sleeves, letting her giant breasts fall free. " . . . and make love to me.”

I couldn’t resist. Just the sight of her boobs made me wild, and every problem in the world was forgotten. I bent forward and took them both in my hands (they were each far more than enough for two hands), and started sucking on one of her nipples. I could feel Kris' knees almost buckle as a wave of pleasure hit her. I guzzled milk from her breasts for a few minutes, then she led me back to the bedroom.

Our affair became an obsession for me. I was spending more and more time at Kris' home, rarely returning to my apartment. I just loved being around her, being around Joshua, and most of all, making love with her. I spent every free moment I could with her. I stopped going out with the guys, stopped going to the gym. I hadn’t even seen a TV show in weeks!

I was aware I was putting on weight, but didn’t really realize how serious it was until one morning I was standing in the shower. I looked down and realized I couldn’t even see my penis! A big, flabby, belly was in the way. When I got out of the shower, I stepped onto a scale. I was 239 pounds! Shocked, I went to see Kris with the news. She wasn’t very surprised.

“But you look soooo good,” she purred.

“But how could I gain this much weight? I don’t eat much, really! Maybe I’ve got a problem or something!”

“Sweetie, sit down,” she said kindly, and we each took a seat at the kitchen table.

“What is it?” I asked, increasingly concerned.

“I think it’s my breasts. Or rather, their milk. You see, the reason I didn’t start breast-feeding when Josh was born, was because the doctors said it might not be safe. Something about the hormone levels being too strange for a newborn. I think that’s what’s causing you to gain weight. It’s like my breasts excrete a super-high-calorie, fattening milk, or something like that.”

I was stunned. We talked more, and agreed that maybe we should lay-off playing with Kris' breasts. I held out for a day or two. Then we thought it wouldn’t be so bad if we limited the amount I drank from her. But as was usual with us, our sex drives won out, and I was back to suckling her like a pig.

Eventually I moved in with Kris, and she convinced me to quit my job, as she had enough money to last both of our lifetimes. We had more time to play with Joshua together, and more time to play with each other. My weight quickly ballooned past 300 pounds.

One day, when Kris had left to run errands, I examined myself in the bathroom mirror. I was 317 pounds, and getting quite huge. I had a massive, flabby belly, and my breasts were starting to look more like Kris' all the time! I thought about how my weight was getting out of control - I mean, I didn’t just have a hard time climbing stairs, I was winded walking to the kitchen. It was getting tougher pulling myself out of bed and getting out of chairs.

There was a stair-master tucked away in one of the many rooms in Kris' house. She never used it, and I’d only even looked at it once or twice. But now I thought I should start trying to trim down. I got on it, and started stair climbing.

“This isn’t so bad,” I said to myself when I started. Five minutes later I was gasping for breath.

I finished nine minutes on the machine, and I had to shut it off. I was standing next to it, using it brace myself while catching my breath, when Kris walked in.

“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.

“I . . .was . . . trying . . . the . . . (hack) . . . stair-master . . . " I gasped, completely out of breath. “Thought that I . . . needed to . . . get in shape . . . you know?”

Kris smiled, and approached me. She ran her hands down my sweaty, soft chest and belly. “Come with me, pussycat,” she said, and led me out of the room.

“Lie on the bed, baby, but upside-down,” she told me.

I, of course, obeyed. It took a bit of maneuvering to position my big body right in the middle of the bed, but I did it. She pulled me into a lying position from behind. My head was at the foot of the bed, with me looking up at the curves of her belly (she’d put on a couple of pounds, too) and the over-hang of her chest.

Without a word, she tied my feet to the headboard, which I thought was odd, and then tied my wrists to the base of the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, although not really worried.

Kris grinned at me, and wrapped a dark scarf around my eyes, effectively blindfolding me.


“Shh, sweetie,” she reassured me. “You can try and get loose if you like, but I think you should just relax.”

I struggled for a minute, but it was obvious she’d done too good a job tying me up.

“Good. Now then, it’s time to teach my honey a lesson - what happens to bad little chubby boys who try to get skinny behind Kris' back!”

Before I could say anything, I felt a heavy breast come down on my mouth. I instinctively started sucking, causing both myself and Kris is writhe about in delight. This went on for ages. Eventually, long after I was exhausted, and once Kris had started to tire, she stopped. She left without a word. I fell asleep, only waking some time later to the same treatment. A breast pressed against my mouth, and her warm, sweet milk poured in. I had an erection the whole time. Eventually my belly was so full that it sagged down enough to rub against my hard cock, causing me to ejaculate all over my lower-gut.

This went on for hours, then for what seemed like days. I was either sucking on her tits, or sleeping. Day or night didn’t occur to me, as I couldn’t even see anything! Eventually I was begging Kris to let me up, but she said nothing. Sometimes she would giggle at my pleading, which also turned me on, oddly enough.

She kept me there so long, and I was so exhausted, she had me peeing into something that I imagine was like a bedpan. She gave me very erotic sponge baths, which I didn’t mind. I felt like my muscles were either cramping up or evaporating from lack of use.

“How much longer are you going to keep me here?” I asked her during one sponge bath.

“Not much. Just another day,” she said kindly, and kissed me on the forehead. Then she pressed a breast into my mouth and began feeding me again.

Then the day finally came. While I was sleeping, she started to untie my legs. It woke me up. I moved my legs around tentatively - they felt . . . different. For starters, I felt the weight of my belly on them, but moving them took a lot of effort. I thought it was because I hadn’t used them much for who-knows-how-long. Then she untied my arms. I rotated a wrist around, it was stiff. By the time she untied my second arm, I’d noticed my arms felt very heavy. Again, I thought this was a side-effect of the lack of movement they’d experienced.

She took of my blindfold, and as she did so, whispered, “I hope you’re not mad.”

When my sight returned, adjusting to the shock of the light, I found I was gazing up at the mountain that was my stomach. My breasts had at least doubled in size, and were bulging out to either side of me. The reason my arms were heavy was because they had become really, really fat - thick as Kris' waist (and she wasn’t tiny, either), probably thicker.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, and felt around my body. All I could feel was soft, squishy flesh, everywhere! I was huge. “I’m a blimp!”

I struggled to sit up, but there was no way I could do it. Kris went to one side of me and said, “Here, roll to your side,” and she pushed with me, her hands sinking into the flesh on my side. Eventually we heaved me over enough that I could sort of roll, sort of teeter, out of bed. With some difficulty we got me onto my feet. It was a trick just balancing all this new bulk.

“How is this possible? How long?” I wasn’t making much sense. I think it was because I was in shock.

“A few weeks . . . Are you mad?” Kris asked gently, caressing my gigantic belly with one hand.

“I’m huge! I just don’t see . . . It’s not possible . . .”

“Come,” she said, and led me slowly to the bathroom. I could just barely squeeze through the door, getting stuck momentarily, which made her smile. I stood in the middle of the big room, and gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

“You’re gorgeous, you’re a work of art,” she cooed.

I was enormous. My belly hung all around me, too fat for me to reach around it in any direction. It hung down to my knees in front of me, sticking out quite a distance, too. It bulged out at the sides, creating huge love handles. My arms were big, heavy blobs of fat, with pudgy little digits on the ends. My legs were like flabby tree trunks, their flesh pressing in on each other. I couldn’t see my ass, but I could feel it jiggling and bouncing as I moved about.

“Gorgeous!” Kris exclaimed, and pressed her naked body into mine. Because of my stomach, she couldn’t get close enough to kiss my lips, but she licked my nipples, sending shivers through my gelatinous flesh.

I carefully sat down on the toilet seat, using the mirror to guide myself. The flesh of my rear end engulfed it. It groaned under the weight, but nothing disastrous happened.

“What am I going to do?” I asked Kris, still amazed at my predicament,

“I’m going to look after you,” she replied, and leaned over my side to kiss my cheek. “And I won’t have to worry about you trying to exercise and get all skinny.”

“Just getting - no, waddling - to the kitchen is going to be exercise!” I exclaimed.

“And if it gets to be too much, I’ll bring your food to you.” She smiled at me, and then my gaze focussed on her inviting breasts.

“Oh gosh,” was all I could think to say.