Breast Milk Fetish: Lactating Stories

Mary Chi

Copyright 2012, Mary Chi

Smashwords Edition

Includes: Full Figure Milk Jugs AND Serving My Man: Lactating Fetish

Warning: Adult Material…This story contains sexually explicit material. By opening this document and continuing to read, you are stating that you are of legal age to read this story. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.


April hoisted her breasts into her bra and latched the hooks in the back. Sliding her hand into each cup, she adjusted each one so it sat properly in the restraining material. One of these days she’d get properly measured. She kept hearing rumors of comfortable bras, but she hadn’t found one yet. Of course her boobs had been a part of her for so long now; she was used to it and just dealt with them.

April was thankful for her curves, because as she gained weight most of the focus still remained on her chest when guys looked at her. She could get away with having a couple of extra pounds, but lately it seemed they kept creeping on. Her jeans were getting snug, and these were her fat pants. April was up a size larger than usual, and if she wasn’t careful she’d soon be bumping up into another size.

She’d lost the profile of her slender youth, like a long lost friend. April’s tummy protruded more than she liked, but she couldn’t seem to lose it. Avoiding the scale whenever she could, she was more than aware that ignoring the weight gain wasn’t going to make it go away. She wished it didn’t matter, but society said it did.

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