Everything Pregnant

I want you to imagine how it would feel if your own breasts looked this. Imagine the weight as they hang heavy from your slight frame. Imagine the sense of pressure, at first barely imperceptible, but soon growing into an urgent, throbbing ache that will come to dominate your thoughts if not addressed.

Look down at your significantly-expanded tits and marvel at their size and the way the milk rapidly filling inside them keeps them firm and jutting outward. Trace your hands wistfully across the network of blue veins crisscrossing your mammaries, a product of stretched skin and quick growth, and then at last down to your dusky aureola. They had once been a girly pink color, now they are dark, womanly color that communicate to all who see them what your body is capable of producing.

The pressure is almost unbearable now. Your tits are stretched and achy, and the urge to be fed from, to have a hungry, unrelenting mouth suck away at your nipples, is all-encompassing. But there is no man around, at least not yet. Gingerly, you bring your thumb and forefinger to your nubs, bolts of sheer pleasure traveling to your pussy with a ferocity never previously experienced. Even before your hands are in place you feel a moistness–your letdown is beginning. Soon milk is spraying from your breasts, the pleasure accompanying every tug and spurt only encouraging you to knead harder, deeper, faster. After a while you find your tits no longer spraying.

They are softer now, and a little smaller, which actually disappoints you a bit. But you also know that the more you drain, the more your body will make as a result, and the bustier you’ll get. You were blessed with big tits for a reason. They are there to be groped and fondled and sucked on, and ultimately to produce milk.

It's sadly too late to give you a baby bump and larger tits for a holiday gift this year, but it's never too early to start making you your biggest and best self in 2024.