There is no easy way to describe this, so I will just go ahead and do so. What has happened to my body is beyond me. My milk-swollen breasts ache to be relieved, and I'm so much larger now that I used to be. If more people know then maybe there will be hope, and if not that, then at least some temporary relief or release.
I was married to what I thought was a wonderful man. That sounds like so many sad Hallmark cards, but I had little else to compare it to. My sister and I watched as our parents' marriage disintegrated over the course of our childhood. We had hopes that things would get better, and did our own snooping to get assessments as to how it was going. I'm sure I'm not the only one who snuck into her parents' room and found the tell-tale signs of their love-making. You find the toys, you find the lube, and you even find the naughty videos, which were still old school VHS for some reason. There is such an amazing difference between people who are the most vocal conservatives in public and what they do in their own bedroom. I only mention this because in some ways I became my parents.
I met Jeremy in college down in San Diego. We didn't go to the same school, but met at one of the many parties that see a mixing of the college students. My goal was Financial Accounting, and I dreamed of working for a large company that would take care of me for the rest of my lifeβsimple, but I was eighteen at the time. Jeremy's main interest in college was football and sex. He really wasn't the kind of guy I should have gone for with my goals of professionalism, but biology changes things. Jeremy had one of the hardest bodies I'd ever felt. He wasn't the tallest guy, in fact he was just a few inches taller than me, and I'm around 5' 5'', but he sculpted that body of his. He hated most other aspects of the college life like the studying, but he worked out constantly.
There were other guys, and looking back now, I could have had a very normal and healthy life with them. It would have made sense, but so many of them were doughy or weak feeling. As he hung out and the party and drank, I ran my hands playfully over his clothes just to freak out my friend Courtney, who was a complete wall-flower. I thought I was touching a god carved out of wood. The wood, I learned, would quite literally come later.
We ended up back at my dorm because Jeremy's roommate had already told him that their dorm would be occupied for the evening. I tried to get my roommate Dakota, a cute, but chubby red head, to leave, but she complained that she had nowhere else to go, and promised to be quiet and hide under her covers. Jeremy didn't seem to mind, but then he was drunk, and already had his meaty hand down the front my jeans and into my panties. It was embarrassing to an extent, but I was so wet, and a football player's fingers are not something you can ignore.
I insisted that we get undressed. Jeremy was willing to just open up our clothing and get his cock inside me, because that's how a guy thinks. I won the argument of course, and at that time didn't understand women who give into their man's will. I would later learn how that can change.
Jeremy's body was everything my hands had imagined it to be: toned and hard with a minor tan from being in San Diego. By this time his cock had swollen to a beefy member that my small hand grasped like a tree limb. I heard Dakota say "Oh my God", and knew that she was watching us, but I didn't care at the time. It was the biggest one that I've met personally. I wasn't some frail waif at the time. I was thin from running track in high school. My hair was still modestly short from being more a sporty girl, though I still golden highlights in its brown mass. My breasts were a fair size for an athletic girl, but on my than one occasion I did envy girls like Dakota, who despite her constant dieting had two enormous breasts on her. I used to hold up her giant bras to my modest form and imagine. Life is so twisted in some ways.
It was slow going in, and at one point I thought I was going to be ripped apart. All the while, Dakota watched me, and I heard soft moans leaving her mouth. She was touching herself as Jeremy had his way with me. Being on the bottom can be intimidating especially when you're with a guy who's much bigger than you, but Jeremy did his best to be gentle. I know it's been said before: I knew in that moment that it was more than just a regular college hook-up. The truth was that I didn't have many college hook-ups. Here was this beautiful and amazing specimen of a man, and he had chosen me over all the other girls. I couldn't help but let something like that go to my head.
Unseen, Dakota cried out in her own pleasure as she made herself cum. I was about to burst out laughing when my own orgasm hit. I remember knocking with my small fist on Jeremy's muscled side, and telling him to "keep going...keep going." I just didn't want any part of it to end.
When it did end, I felt Jeremy empty himself inside of me. I had prided myself on taking the time to get undressed, but didn't remember a condom. After he pulled out, I felt his cum dripping out of me almost like my bladder was leaking. He must have filled me to the brim. Fortunately, the pill did work that time. Even though I had found something new and unrestrained, and I was still very serious about my goals.
Jeremy rolled off, and I lay there with my body hot and flushed. My skin must have been glowing, but Dakota didn't mention it. I looked over at her, and sure enough her pajama bottoms were off, and she was cleaning herself with a wash rag. She had never brought a guy back to the dorm, even though I assured her that I would respect her privacy and be elsewhere with a little warning. Ironically, her not giving me the same consideration led me to seeing the sexual side of her for the first time.
"You okay there, sweetie?" I asked.