Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

  I could make a crack about how I am fucking Melissa’s dad, so banging a linebacker who happens to be my best friend isn’t so weird. I decided to keep that to myself. Melissa and I get along, but we still have our fights occasionally. Mostly about how she blackmailed me and how I turned her into a girl as revenge. Her being turned into a girl was the best thing that ever happened to her, so she has mostly forgiven me for that part, but it still comes up sometimes.

  An hour later, I am at Peach Valley High School, knocking on the door of Doctor Guttenberg’s lab. It’s a weekend, so technically I’m not supposed to be here, but Doc vouches for me whenever I get caught. When there isn’t an answer at the door, I knock harder.

  “Doc!” I shout. “Are you in there!?”

  The door unlatches and Doc opens it. He is all sweaty and wearing a labcoat. He is holding a huge hypodermic filled with glowing pink liquid.

  “Brianna! Perfect!” He says. “Come in! I have something for you!”

  “Another chemical?” I ask. “I really just stopped by to show you something.”

  “What is it?” He asks, looking at me over the rims of his glasses.

  “This,” I say, unbuttoning my top and unbuckling my bra. I show him my heft tits.

  “Yes, yes, I’ve seen them many times. They are lovely, but actually I am glad you took them out so that I can examine them.”

  “Examine this, Doc,” I say, squeezing my breasts and expressing misty sprays of milk from each nipple. Droplets of my milk patter against his labcoat and dot his eyeglasses.

  “Oh, my, yes, healthy lactation,” he says and licks his lips. “Let me just…”

  He latches to my right nipple and sucks some of my milk. He pulls back, rolling it with his tongue. He dips to my other nipple, suckling and looking at me from beneath his bushy white eyebrows. “Mmmmmmmm.”

  “You like it, don’t you?” I laugh, stroking the back of his head.

  He pops his lips free of my stiff nipple and declares, “Yes, it is quite delicious. However, I think it could be more nutritious and plentiful.”

  He holds up the hypodermic. “This is my maximum mother’s milk formula. I believe it will increase the size of your breasts further and make your milk more plentiful.”

  “Oh, Doc, I dunno,” I say, looking down at my fat, milk-laden breasts. “I’m not sure I can handle much more.”

  “This is only a test dosage,” say Dr. Guttenberg. “It will only last 24-48 hours and no longer.”

  “You promise?” I ask. “I don’t want a bad back.”

  “Possibly 72 hours,” he says. “No longer than this.”

  I pinch my lips together as I stand there, topless, my swollen nipples dripping with milk. Do I really want more milk and bigger breasts? It seems outrageous. But if it only lasts 72 hours, sure, why not?

  “Okay, Doc, let’s do it,” I giggle, bouncing with excitement as little droplets of milk flick from my nipples.

  “Excellent!” He supports my right breast with his hand and jabs the hypodermic into the underside. I hiss from the pain. A moment later, he repeats the process with the other breast. He then takes a step back, looking at me as if I might explode.

  “Why are you staring at me like that?” I demand as the pinch of the injections begins to spread warmly through my bust.

  “Only observing physiological response,” says Dr. Guttenberg, stroking his chin.

  I am about to say something else, but the warmth in my breasts becomes an intense burning. I cradle my mounds in my hands and cry out as pain shoots through both breasts and seems to center in my fat nipples. My breasts swell and grow heavier, weighing down my hands as they bulge and grow taut with milk. My nipples double and then triple in size until they are like twin red thumbs jutting from my hugely enlarged breasts. Milk begins to drip steadily from my straining teats. The pressure of my engorgement is almost agonizing.

  “My goodness,” says Dr. Guttenberg. “A complete transformation in less than two minutes. Remarkable.”

  “Ohhhh, doctor,” I moan, dropping to my knees. “They hurt. Please… it’s too much milk!”

  “Quickly,” he says, taking me by the elbow and helping me back to my feet. “I have a stool set up in the storage room. I can milk you.”

  “You can what!?” I gasp as he leads me into the small room and I see there is a contraption with hoses and wide translucent cups hooked up to some sort of machine. This is set up next to a small piece of furniture with two tiers of padded vinyl.

  “Here, your knees go here,” he says, indicating the lower pads. “And you simply bend over this part here, dangling your breasts on the other side. I will attach the milking apparatus and we can extract your milk until you are comfortable.”

  I want to yell at him and ask why he had a weird milking station already set up in the storage room. But my tits feel like they are going to explode if I don’t get the milk out. With a grunt of annoyance, I drop to my knees on the stool’s lower pad and bend over the upper pad. My hugely swollen breasts, more than twice the size they were before the injections, hang heavily over the side of the stool. Milk begins to drip steadily from each of my painfully-swollen nipples.

  Dr. Guttenberg hurries to his milking machine and picks up the cups. They are hard plastic with a rim of softer silicon. He fits them under my dripping breasts. What good are they going to do? The cups are barely big enough to cover my enlarged areolas. He adjusts them and manages to feed each nipple into a narrower passage at the tip of each cup. He leans over and switches on the machine. It makes a terrible racket, but I am more concerned with the sudden sensation of both of my hugely swollen nipples being sucked hard into the narrow tip of each cup.

  “Ooooooohhh!” I cry as the suction stretches my nipples and milk gushes, hot and plentiful, from my straining red buds. The machine lessens its suction and increases its suction with a steady rhythm that tugs my swollen nipples. Each tug produces another pleasant release of milk into each cup and a gurgling sound from the hoses as the machine sucks up my cream.

  It feels incredible. I croon like a cow being drained of its painful payload of milk.

  “That’s a good girl,” says Dr. Guttenberg, stroking my back. “Your production is phenomenal. At this rate, I will be able to extract nearly a gallon.”

  “Ohhhh, Doc, it feels so good,” I cry. “Each time it comes out, ohhhhh, it’s like I’m cumming a little bit.”

  “Yes, well, pleasure is unavoidable,” he says, licking his lips as his hand wanders down to the ample curve of my ass. “Perhaps… perhaps I should administer some, ah, additional treatment.”

  “Yessss!” I cry, arching my back and raising my denim-clad rear for him.

  Dr. Guttenberg moves behind me and mutters something as he peels my jeans down from my shapely hips and big round ass. He moans with lust, smacking kisses on my creamy cheeks as his milking machine drives me wild. His fingers and tongue explore my pussy and make me practically beg to be fucked. Doc isn’t holding out. He slams his fat cock into my drooling cunt and grabs hold of my hips for a hard ride.

  “Yes! Fuck meeee!” I cry, pushing back onto his cock as much as the stool will allow. His scrawny hips slap my plush rear, making my cheeks jiggle and my massive milkers swing beneath me. My tits slap against the side of the stool as he pounds my pink pussy. Pleasure shoots through me, jolting from my suckled nipples to the button of my clit and sinking down deep into my core.

  “You are gripping me like a hot vice,” moans Doc, ramming his hard cock into my sloshing teenage pussy.

  His cock and the gushing release of my milk flowing into his machine is too much. My cries of ecstasy echo through the chemistry lab. My pussy seizes hold of his cock, gripping and rippling around his thrusting manhood.

  At the peak of my pleasure, Doc growls and I feel his cock twitching in my depths. Pump after pump of his hot mad-scientist spunk paints my inner walls. I finish long before him as he seems to experience some sort of intense multiple orgasm, cumming two or
maybe even three times inside me before he finally pulls out of my sloppy pussy. His frothy spunk dribbles out and down my quivering thighs.

  “Th-that should tide you over until tomorrow,” he groans, his face red and his body drenched with sweat. He weakly pushes his cock into his trousers. “If you feel like you need milking before bed tonight, you can express your milk by hand or contact me again and come over to my house. I’ll be happy to, ah, assist.”

  “I bet you will be,” I laugh, pulling my panties over my juicy creampie.

  I rise from the stool, the cups popping free of my milked teats and leaving red rings around my areolas. I turn to him, kissing him with a hot pang of lust. I stroke his scrawny chest as our tongues tangle. He caresses my tender tits, stroking my huge nipples and eliciting a soft gasp of sensitivity.

  “Perhaps you should stay the afternoon,” he says, reaching around to squeeze my plush rear with both hands. His spunk continues to drip from my freshly-fucked folds.

  “Sorry, Doc,” I murmur against his lips. “Can’t. I’ve got a date tonight with Wyatt and Pepper.”

  “Oh, what a lucky girl,” he laughs, giving my ass a swat.

  I give Doc a last, lingering, very sloppy kiss before I say my goodbyes. I head home for a quick shower and a change of clothes, which is more difficult than you’d think since my tits have doubled in size, even when they’re not bulging with milk. I wrap my huge tits in one of my mom’s old maternity bras and the creamy flesh is still overflowing the cups. My fat nipples are brazenly visible through the blouse I pull over the bra. It’s a hot late spring afternoon, so I opt for shorts to sheath my shapely hips and round ass. I wear my auburn hair back in a ponytail.

  That makes it easier for Wyatt to get a hold of my head as I sit in his living room giving him a hot, wet blowjob. He is amazed by my tits, but seems more interested in getting his cock sucked than exploring my magnificently milky mounds. Whatever. I like sucking on his fat cock. He groans and shoots deep in my mouth. I take him into my throat, earning a gasp of appreciation as he pumps the rest of his cum straight down to my belly.

  I’ve barely lifted my head from Wyatt’s lap when his doorbell rings.

  “That must be Pepper,” I say, rising from the couch and wiping the corners of my mouth.

  “Oh, god, I still don’t know how to feel about her,” says Wyatt, zipping up.

  “Don’t be a prude,” I scold. “She’s just like she was before, only extra fun.”

  I answer the door and embrace my beautiful blonde cheerleader girlfriend. She pulls back after a brief kiss and looks at my huge tits.

  “What happened, sweetie? Have you been experimenting in the lab again?” She hefts my massive breasts through my blouse and leaking milk darkens the fabric. “Oh, you’re getting wet!”

  “Yeah, Doc injected my breasts with some kind of growth serum that makes them much milkier,” I say with a shrug. “Want to see them?”

  “Oh, you bet,” she says, following me into the living room. “I want to see them, feel them, suck them… and then… I want them wrapped around this.”

  She lifts her skirt and reveals the familiar bulge of her huge futanari cock, also a gift courtesy of Dr. Guttenberg. It’s already erect and straining at her pink panties, almost as big as Wyatt’s huge hog, but somehow delicate and feminine. Wyatt glances nervously at Pepper’s fat cock, as if after all the gender bending and body transformation, a beautiful cheerleader having a cock is the strangest thing he can imagine.

  Of course, once I free my tits from my mother’s maternity bra, things head in a different direction. Seeing my massive milkers in the buff seems to convince both Wyatt and Pepper that I am in need of their attention. They both embrace me, pawing and kissing at my huge tits. Pepper giggles as milk from my right breast showers her face. Wyatt latches to my left breast and eagerly sucks. I moan and pull Pepper to my other teat and she begins suckling as well.

  “Ohhhhh, that’s good,” I moan. Pleasure pulses deep into my core each time they suck at my breast and produce another gush of milk into their mouths. I take turns kissing them and swapping the sweet cream back and forth.

  Once they’ve had a helping of my milk, I get them both on the couch and get down on my knees, stroking and squirting milk on their cocks. I jerk them between the huge mounds of my breasts, moving back and forth, using my hand on one while my heavy tits stimulate the other. Wyatt shoots first, painting his cum between my mounds. I use his slimy spunk to lube Pepper’s cock as I wank her deep in my bust and feel her warm cum pouring out between my tits.

  I clean up and they recover, but soon we are at it again. With their cocks pounding me from both ends and my huge tits swinging beneath me, I know that I have found my destiny.

  Being a girl is no trouble at all. I am Brianna Harrison and I am a cum slut.