Chapter 2: Milk Pet
"I'm so jealous of you, Jen," Chelsea said as everyone else was leaving class. "Brains, beauty, a great boyfriend. It must be nice." The brunette sighed dramatically while gazing into the distance.
"Yeah, whenever I see you two together it's just the cutest," agreed Rachel. The redhead was very obviously trying and failing to not stare at my breasts. "Usually the lovey-dovey couple routine gets old after a while, but you two own it."
I smiled at the praise I was getting from my best friends. They were always supportive of me and Master, but with the combination of my changes and our increasingly public displays of affection, I had worried that they would start to become as jealous of me as I used to be of them. They were both very attractive, in my opinion. They had beautiful figures and sizable chests, which until recently had always made me feel a bit inadequate. They still beat me handily in the height department, but now I was easily the bombshell of the group.
"I won't deny that I'm a very lucky girl," I replied to them, "but I'm sure you'll both find partners that make you just as happy as Ma-, er, Travis makes me." Attempting to cover my slip-up, I gave them a haughty smile. "You're both
almost
as awesome as I am, after all."
"Pff, you're so generous," smiled Chelsea.
"In more ways than one," Rachel teased, using the joke as an excuse to openly ogle my boobs.
I rolled my eyes as I packed my notes into my bag, which was still a little awkward for me since I had to lean over to see past my boobs. I had been adjusting to my new figure all week, and some things were still a little difficult. Regardless of the minor inconveniences, though, I loved my body. The fact that my utter eroticism was noticed everywhere I went was always a rush.
When Master made my new form permanent, we found that reality had been altered to fit. I managed to find a photo of myself from middle school, and found that my previously scrawny thirteen year old self had been replaced with a busty little vixen with D cup breasts and an abnormally large butt. Apparently I was a very early bloomer, and I had just kept blooming until I hit my current form near the end of high school. I had confirmed this with Chelsea, who I'd known since elementary school, and she had just seemed confused about why I had brought it up.
The downside of all this, though, was that I was sexiness incarnate, and we really should've known the possible consequences of that. Guys were hitting on me constantly. It was extremely flattering, of course, and while some guys were nice and backed off when I indicated I wasn't interested, others didn't. The last straw came when some asshole had the nerve to grope me before even speaking two sentences to me. Fortunately, some public reprimanding and a swift punch to the groin was enough for the idiot to see the error of his ways.
Not wanting a repeat of that experience, I discussed the problem with Master. We decided that I would wear the collar in public, making every guy that wanted to come on to me perceive me as completely unobtainable. The longing gazes of guys who clearly thought I was out of their league turned out to be supremely satisfying.
Wearing the collar full-time opened up new areas of exploration. After discovering that Master could control me from an apparently unlimited distance, he had made a pastime of making me cum in public at random times, while making everyone around me think that I had some sort of sexual condition. My orgasms had never been very quiet, so it was funny seeing my teachers' annoyed, yet embarrassed reactions to my interruptions while the rest of the class regarded me in aroused amusement.
I finished stowing away my notes and noticed that Chelsea and Rachel were both staring at my boobs. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy the attention, but they were usually more restrained than this. Or at least Chelsea was, anyway.
"Damn, girl! Is every condition you have sexy as hell?" asked Rachel.
"What?" I was pretty sure I wasn't cumming at the moment.
"You're, um, leaking," Chelsea said, pointing at my boobs with a blush.
I curiously pressed my hands on the front of my breasts and felt two splotches of wetness, confirming that I was indeed leaking. A warm spray of milk hit my palms at the tiny bit of pressure I was making, and I felt it soak through my white halter top. I pressed my bag over my breasts, knowing full well that my top was almost certainly see-through at that point. It didn't help that I wasn't currently wearing a bra.
"Bathroom," I said as I rushed out of the classroom. All three of us burst into the nearest bathroom and confirmed that it was empty. Standing in front of the mirror, I removed my bag from my chest. I looked like I'd just come from a wet T-shirt contest, my nipples – which had gone from pink in color to dark red – on full display. The sight brought a dampness to my panties that threatened to match the dampness on my shirt. I would have started masturbating right then and there if my friends weren't with me. I looked at them staring at me in awe. On second thought, maybe even that wouldn't stop me.
My hand was making a move toward my crotch when I heard my phone vibrate in my bag. I turned it on to find a text from Master: "I'm waiting outside. ;)"
I could already tell tonight was going to be fun. "I need to go. I'll see you tomorrow," I said as I made my way out of the bathroom.
"Wait!" cried Chelsea.
I turned to her. Her face was beet red.
"Can...can I taste it? I've kinda always wanted to...try it," she mumbled.
"Me too! I mean, um, if that's all right," said Rachel.
I gawked at them. Rachel bounced in excitement, while Chelsea looked at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. I could maybe understand Rachel, but I've known Chelsea forever, and until now I had no reason to think she was anything other than straight.
"Okay," I said. As surprised as I was, I wasn't bothered by it. It was pretty arousing, in fact. I took off my top, letting my boobs swing freely in the air. Droplets of milk were cast off in every direction as they bounced against my chest. I moved my hands to one of my breasts in order to squeeze some milk into their mouths, but they both began to lower their heads toward my nipples. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. They each latched onto a teat and began suckling them.
"Aaaahhhh," I sighed as milk flowed from my swollen tits into their awaiting mouths. They sucked gently at first, but after their first few gulps they sucked harder, greedily drinking in as much of my milk as they could. I placed my hands behind their heads, basking in the sensual pleasure of nursing them. Every time they pulled on my nipples, a wave of pleasure ran through my breasts. Somehow perfectly in sync, they finished with one massive suction at my tits, and my body twitched and jiggled as I came. With two plops, they released my nipples. Little waning jets of milk continued to spray on their faces for a second, until the flow settled down to a constant leak that ran down the bottom of my breasts.
"That had to be the most delicious thing I've ever tasted," said Rachel in a daze.
"It was so sweet," agreed Chelsea, who proceeded to wipe the milk off her face and then lick it off of her hand.
"Ahh. That was amazing," I said between heavy breaths. "Anyway, I've kept Travis waiting for a while, so I'd better head out. Uh, you guys alright?"
They were both adjusting their bras, twin looks of confusion on their faces. Each noticing how the other was acting, they shifted from confusion to surprise.
Rachel started, "Chelsea, did your-"
"We're fine. You go ahead," Chelsea interrupted.
"Uh, yeah," Rachel added slowly. "We're good. We still on for the beach tomorrow?"
"Yeah! I'll see you tomorrow morning," I said, putting my wet top back on. I heard them excitedly whisper something to each other as I left, but I decided I'd just ask them about it later.
Milk was still leaking out of my breasts, and at this point I was completely drenched. Deciding to just roll with it, I kept my transparent top exposed. Every person I passed stared at my prominent nipples with an intensity I hadn't seen since masturbating at the mall. I caught sight of my Master at the front of the building.
