"It's been about two months since my last update, and there have been a few developments!
In my last update I mentioned that I had offered to let my brother come live with me while he goes to college, and two weeks ago he moved in with me! It's been an adjustment, and it's been fun overall. I've kept the advice people have given me in the comments on my previous posts in mind, but I've still been trying not to assume that he's into me, and being careful not to push anything too hard or make him uncomfortable.
It took about three days to get him mostly settled. We went out together to get furniture for his bedroom. We established that he has to use his own PS4 controllers if he plays on my console. He's not allowed to touch my computer. And apart from those things, he can make himself as comfortable with me as he wants. He's able to access the facilities at the school he was preparing to attend later this year, and he's even switched two of his online courses to in person, so I'm relieved that he's not just home alone all day while I'm working.
It's been tense for me. It's one thing to fantasize when I'm on the opposite side of the country from him, and when I only see him a few days out of the year, but LIVING with him now that I have the fantasies? It's a lot for me. On several occasions I've zoned out during a round of Mario Party. Had to excuse myself immediately after an episode of Good Girls when the sexual tension between two characters that had been building for almost a season and a half finally came to a head. Had to bite down on something to keep from moaning while I desperately fuck myself in my bed knowing he's just on the other side of the wall. There have been two days I can recall where I've been so wet around him that I've had to change into fresh panties multiple times, and drain my breasts more often than usual.
Okay, I guess I need to explain the lactation since I forgot to do it in my earlier posts and have been getting a lot of questions about it. For a lot of my existing followers on here this will be old news, so you guys can disregard this post or whatever.
Basically, my breasts have always been incredibly sensitive. Sensitive enough that I can cum incredibly easily from almost any stimulation to them. I discovered the sensitivity late in middle school, but it wasn't until high school when my ex first made me cum by sucking on my nipples that I realized how much I could get off from it and figured out just how easily I could do it.
When I started college, I moved into my own apartment. The privacy, living on the opposite side of the country from my parents and my sometimes clingy brother, the lack of a roommate, my symptoms of hypersexuality and abnormally high libido, my coming off of a bad break up, combined with the free time I had around classes, meant I had a lot of time to play with myself, and I took full advantage of it. I almost always have my hands on my tits, playing with them, teasing my nipples. I masturbated a lot, while squeezing and kneading them, sucking them, etc.
After a few months of this, they started to ache and swell. I went from the D cups I'd had throughout high school to the F cups I have now. A huge inconvenience at the time because of how expensive good F cup bras are for a college girl (not to mention boring). And even more concerning, I started to wake up to wet spots where my nipples had touched. I made an appointment at the hospital, and experienced a very embarrassing visit where I learned that I had induced lactation through excessive stimulation.
I had no idea that was possible at the time, I legitimately thought I'd somehow gotten pregnant, in my panic I thought maybe someone had drugged and raped me in my apartment and impregnated me. Apparently dedicated and regular stimulation can convince the body that you're trying to feed, and encourage milk production. The more sensitive your breasts and nipples are, the easier and faster it is to induce. My doctor checked my breasts, ran some tests, and told me it was completely healthy, that I could keep it going if I wanted but if I wanted it to stop I'd have to tell my "partner to ease off" of my breasts during sex. Basically I'd have to stop playing with myself if I wanted to stop lactating.
At first I thought I wanted to stop, but I realized it wasn't a huge inconvenience, I liked the way it made my breasts look, fuller, perkier (not that they weren't already full and perky), my areola went from ghost nipples that blended in with my skin, to more of the light pink you'd expect on a pale white girl. And good luck getting me to stop playing with myself with my sexual appetite. So needless to say I never stopped, it's been almost three years I believe at this point, milking every night before bed.
I've found that in person, guys are quick to express distaste for breast milk, I've been turned down a lot and made to be pretty self conscious about it. I've been single and abstinent pretty much the entire time I've been lactating. Never had someone feed from me, despite my intense desires to do so. And lactating for this long without feeding someone has also made my hormones go a little nuts, making me want to be pregnant and such. It's a dangerous combination with how horny I get.
So there. That's why I'm lactating.
