Secret Camp, Part 3

The Secret Camp – part 3

By Milkmaniac © 2007 Milkmaniac@yahoo.com

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It was the middle of the night and Amy couldn't sleep. For the last couple of hours her chest was aching fiercely and she contemplated waking Brynn up but kept deciding not to. Her chest felt like it was burning, much like the pain she experienced before when her breasts grew. There was a different feeling this time, one that she hadn't felt before and wasn't sure what to make of.

The pain was not just a burning sensation, but also felt like there was an immense pressure being exerted on her, but from inside her breasts. Turning her bedside lamp on, Amy sat up to examine herself. She was wearing a men’s XXL white v-neck undershirt. Her massive cleavage was pushing up from the v-neck and billowing out like dough rising in a too small bowl. Looking down at her tits, she couldn't see her lap, only her legs from mid-thigh down were visible. The rest was obscured by her bosom.

Her gaze stopped on the slope of her chest, as it curved steeply down towards her nipples, where she noticed two large dark spots on the shirt. Confused, she touched them carefully, and was shocked to feel that her shirt was soaking wet and warm to the touch.

“What the hell…” she mumbled, as she struggled to pull the bottom of the shirt over her bulging boobs. The shirt peeled slowly across her skin and revealed her saucer sized areolas and the fat nipples centered within. Leaning forward in amazement she watched as white liquid formed at the tips of her nipples and grew heavier before dripping off and landing on her thighs. “Oh my god! I’m lactating!” she said to herself.

Amy got up and went to Brynn's room, knocking tentatively on the door. “Brynn?” she said quietly. She knocked again and then the door opened to Brynn standing there looking perturbed. “Amy, it’s like 3:00 in the morning – can’t you wait till tomorrow to bother me?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and yawning. The light spilling in from the hall made her eyes squint.

“I'm sorry, really, but look! Something’s wrong with me I think.” Amy worriedly replied. Brynn looked at Amy and didn't notice anything at first. Then she saw the wetness that covered the lower halves of Amy's breasts and the slow but steady milk drops that leaked from her nipples.

“Holy shit! I don't think there's anything wrong Amy, you're just milking.” Brynn took Amy by the hand and gently led her to the bed where they both sat.

“But how? I mean don't you have to have a baby to make milk?” Amy asked, looking up at Brynn with a look of fear. “I'm not pregnant – I can't be! I've never even had sex…” she whined.