Pumping the Breaks 

Chapter 11

[ Summary:  At Pari's insistence, Odette and Janet explore breastfeeding together. But Janet's compromised position spells trouble for the new nursing duo.] 

After Pari’s peculiar admission, Odette and Janet didn’t move or speak. 

What had she meant by: 

I’m condoning this. Just once. To get you under control. . .

Odette didn’t think she was being trapped, but she was too aware of trouble she’d caused with her breast milk so far to make any leaps in logic. Plus, this was Pari making the suggestion. Pari. 

The same Pari that took on treating Odette’s breast milk producing disease at the Holiday family home to avoid making Odette’s condition too public.

The same Pari that implied that Odette keep her growing chest a secret through regularly scheduled milkings. 

The same Pari whose lectures on Odette had memorized because that regular milking schedule was so scarcely observed. 

“They’re your friends. They want to help. So I’m. . . condoning this. Just once. To get you under control. . .”

“Pari. . . Do you need to go to the hospital?” Odette asked. She touched her thumb and index finger together and shoved them in Pari’s face. “Are you delusional? How many fingers am I holding up?”

Pari glared rather than make a guess. 

Odette lowered her hand slowly. 

“I-I’m confused, too,” Janet admitted. She stood just outside the back of the ambulance, her body bisected by the outward swinging door. What Pari had uttered had caused Janet to clutch onto the ambulance door, fingers clawed at.  “What exactly did you mean, Miss Pari?”

Pari’s brow twitched. “I genuinely don’t understand what’s so confusing about this.”

“You haven’t really explained what ‘this’ is. That’s why it’s confusing,” Odette noted. She attended to her lengthy blonde hair, brushing it back and over her hunched shoulders. “And not knowing is freaking me out—freaking us out.”

When Pari looked at her, Odette made sure not to break eye contact. Once again, she had to meet Pari’s stubbornness with every drop of her resolve, the same way she had that morning at her bedside. 

Pari had backed down then and she did so now, her weight all on her left arm as she leaned back. It looked like she was looking at her tummy, the marvel of competitive eating that it was. To think that Odette’s milk could make Pari’s tapered figure look so gravid, the bulge of her belly so pronounced that the milk-drenched tank top rode up to expose the bottom quarter of it to the open air. 

Pari touched her middle a few times with graceful fingers, considering the change that drinking Odette’s milk had caused before launching into an explanation.

“Okay. Here it is. . . I can think of no greater joy than having Odette stay home and accept steady treatment for her condition. It would simplify my life to no end. But I’ve known that such a thing wasn’t realistic for a long time. As much as it worsens my peace of mind, she’s a young woman with a life of her own—a life full of streaks of. . . rambunctiousness.”

Odette giggled. Something about how the word came out was unnecessarily formal. She still didn’t have her answer, though. When her giggles ended, she opened her ears again. 

“But she’s come a long way from when we first met. Heck, she’s come a long way today—just with this trip to Fresh Farmers. Most importantly, she showed me that when she can’t depend on me, she’ll happily depend on her friends—which I still struggle with, even when I’m supposed to be the more ‘mature’ one. So I’m following her lead and letting her out into the world more where she can learn more lessons with the stipulation that her friends be there with her—for stuff as general as cooking soup. . . and as intimate as milking her breasts.”

The words were plenty stirring, but Odette’s brain was just as stirred up after being milked for nearly half an hour. She didn’t trust herself to translate and only decided to ask for clarification after she’d crunched the words half a dozen times. 

“So you’re saying. . . you want Janet to help milk my boobies?” asked Odette, slowly. 

Pari pinched the bridge of her nose. “When you say it like that, I do feel like I need to go to the ER.”

“But you are?”

“I. . . am. Yes.”

“A-And Amanda?” 

Amanda poked her head out from the other open ambulance doors. “Present! And I heard everything.”

“A-And Theo—. . .”

Pari snapped. Her words pierced like arrows from her online RPG character. “No. Boys. Period.”

Odette sighed. “Thank goodness. . .” Seeing confusion on Pari’s face, Odette rushed to make the next point, avoiding Theo altogether to address her friends. “Perfect! Okay, uh. . . Anyway, did you guys wanna try milking me? Not the normal way, but the way that Pari does?” 

Pari started. “You weren’t supposed to just come out and ask it like that—. . .”

“O-Odette. W-Well, m-my heart wasn’t quite prepared for you to ask me a question like that. Th-There should have been some build up first. I-I thought maybe I could take you to dinner or something and then. . .” Janet said, trailing off. 

Amanda’s head cocked backward like she’d been physically hit by Janet’s display. Her eyebrows rose and she frowned, though the overall expression was one of pride rather than sadness. “Well, damn. Guess I’ll just keep watch, then. Didn’t know it was like that. . .”

“Like what?” asked Odette.

“Like nothing!” Janet interjected.

“Yea. Sure. ‘Like nothing’. Ha!” 

“Umm, okay? Did you want to learn how to milk me, though?”

“Hmm. . .” Amanda turned to walk away. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but after everything that happened at your house this morning, and then again at Fresh Farmer, and then again as we carried several tubs of milk to the edge of the lot for dumping, I think I need a break. Lemme digest what I’ve already got. Plus, I think Janet wants some alone time with you, lady killer.” Saying nothing more, Amanda gave a thumbs up and disappeared. 

Odette looked to Pari, expecting her to have something to say. Pari shrugged, then moved toward the back of the ambulance, to the part of the cabin closest to the driver’s seat. “I agree with Amanda, actually. It’s about time you and Janet work yourselves out. I’ll intervene if anything looks amiss. And Janet? Make sure you let me know if you feel anything odd.”

“Odd?”

“Medically odd.” 

Janet blushed, nodding quickly. She climbed up and into the cabin of the ambulance just as Pari settled into the back. 

Odette watched Janet climb the steps and crawl inside to sit nearby. She sat on her shins, sweater dress bunched up in her lap by her closed fists. For some reason, she immediately froze once inside the vehicle. She did occasionally glance up at Odette, but didn’t so much as make a sound once the two were left alone. 

“You’re welcome to them anytime, Janet—. . .” said Odette, opening her arms. 

Though she didn’t finish the invitation before Janet scuttled forward on her hands and knees and assumed the exact same sitting position but with barely an inch between herself and the blonde. 

Odette giggled. “You’re acting silly. They’re just boobs. We’ve both got a pair.”

“Don’t say that. Yours are so big and pretty and, erm. . . p-potent. Is that the right word?”

“It’s a word, alright. But thanks, I—. . .”

“And nobody else has gone this far with you before, right?”

“Umm, right? I think it's just you and Pari. . .”

When Janet looked up and through her black bangs at Odette, her inky, black eyes filled with determination. She glanced around Odette’s boobs to the reclined Pari who had looked up at the mention of her name, then went back to looking at Odette. Janet gave a singular nod, grinning proudly.

While she hadn’t been privy to the conversation that was clearly happening in Janet’s head, Odette couldn’t help but smile at it. “What are you smiling about, Janet?”

Janet’s eyes widened. “I was. . . Oh, guess I was.” She turned her head away from Odette and pressed her arms together as she muttered an explanation. “I just. . . I can’t believe I’ve managed to catch up to my rival so quickly. Already being allowed to milk you like this? I-It’s like a dream. . .”

“Your rival?! Aww, Janet,” Odette squealed. “It’s not like that, Janet—but man that was cute. . .”

“I-I mean, I-I sort of see her that way.”

Pari made a sound of exasperation, but kept her promise to not intervene.

At the end of a giggle, Odette leaned her upper body forward, balancing on an arm. Her breasts swung forward behind the shift in weight, each one fuller than the industrial sized grocery bags used by Fresh Farmer shoppers. “Well, you’ve managed to pick quite the rival. She’s really good and has a lot of practice.”

Janet went from bashfully blushing to displeased pouting, the speedy transition all the more endearing. “I-I can practice, too. I’ll catch up. I was just a little thrown by the offer, that’s all.”

Odette couldn’t tolerate being so close to her cute friend acting cute any longer—for lack of a better way of putting it. So, employing the same motion she had before in her room, she snatched Janet by the shoulders and dragged her close, snaring her by the waist. It felt the same as it had so many hours ago when she brought the two of their bodies together, breast to breast. 

Only this time, Odette could tell a lot more about Janet’s boobies because hers were completely uncovered. Janet’s chest had a plumpness she couldn’t appreciate when she had clothes on before. A springy quality that remained pert despite being of such ample size. 

“I can tell you have more milk,” Odette said, snuggling with her friend. “Your production has gotten really good. Didn’t you just milk yourself down an hour or so ago?”

“Eep!” Janet squeaked. 

Again, words besides “cute” failed. It felt like warm fuzzies, though. A mingling of motivations: both wanting to spoil her with affection and tease out her plethora of reactions. Feeling it was addictive, immediately prompting the desire to push a little further, coax a little braver, and coddle until Janet melted from the heat of her rosy, pink cheeks. 

But doing so would get the two of them nowhere. A fun, fluffy nowhere, but still nowhere. 

Instead, Odette pivoted her teasing into tutelage. 

“I thought Pari was your rival,” Odette snarked. “How are you going to catch up to her if you can’t bring yourself to do more than lay against me—. . .”

Janet sat up, soothing herself with a sigh. “What do I need to do? I-I’m not as prepared as I’d like, but I’ll do my best.”

Now they were making progress. 

“That’s all I can ask. Okay, so to get started with breastfeeding. . .”

Odette tried her best to explain how Pari moved her mouth when it came to breastfeeding. She could tell that her terms were simple and obtuse even as they left her mouth, but Pari offered no help in clarifying—which was, once more, a point of pride. Pari kept her word, letting Odette figure things out, with supervision, of course. 

But that didn’t suddenly mean that teaching someone how to properly nurse from her breasts would become something simple. In fact, the more Odette tried to explain, the more paramount precision and clarity became. 

“So I should worry about squeezing them, b-but I shouldn’t worry about squeezing them?”

“If the flow is too slow, you can squeeze. But squeezing is more stimulation, so it tends to increase the overall quantity if you aren’t drinking fast enough.”

“But I can’t drink too fast or it’ll give me a tummy ache?”

“That’s what I suspect, yes?”

“So I shouldn’t squeeze you at all?” Janet asked, confused but also disappointed. 

Odette growled. “Yes, you should. It’s part of the fun. But there’s risks involved with it, that’s all.”

“Risk doesn’t sound like fun.”

“Well, it’s not risky if you do it like. . . Nevermind. Let’s talk about something else. Or, actually, let’s not talk. I’m done talking. Talking is hard.”

Instead of using her words, Odette employed the use of a physical aid. She grabbed hold of her left boob by its pink areola and rolled her flesh up toward her mouth, gesturing at the varying points of interest on her body. At once, she realized that her booby would have requred two hands to adequately balance, so she let the bulk of her flesh rest on the inside of her arm. It overflowed, covering much of her forearm, nuzzling into her bicep. But importantly, it stopped its constant jiggling and wobbling long enough for the blonde to explain herself. Doing so with her titty close enough to point at did seem to help her words.

“This is kinda the place where you can latch on where it doesn’t hurt too much,” Odette said, drawing a ring with her index finger around the bulging hill of her soft, smooth areola. “Not that hurting is always bad, just that it’s got to be the right time, y’know? And mine are pretty resilient when they’re this big, so you don’t have to be afraid to really sink your teeth in. Understand? Like, get a good, strong latch like. . .”

“Hmm. . .”

Odette considered the quizzical expression on Janet’s face. Using her booby as a visual aid had worked so far. Why not take the next step? “Here. I’ll show you. Om-nmmh!”

Odette stretched her mouth wide, letting her engorged nipple stuff her mouth. Her throbbing point seemed happy to depress her tongue, offering up several dollops of cream the moment she took herself into her own mouth. Not wanting to make a mess—or skip ahead to the drinking portion of her lecture—Odette swallowed her own milk as it presented itself. A moan snuck up on her, the sweetness and texture so good that even the producer herself couldn’t help but exclaim at the breasty brew her body had put together. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that even the smallest suckling meant for demonstrative purposes would result in a steady trickle that would demand gentle licking and sucking to clean up the mess. 

Yet Odette found herself fixated after just a few gentle draws of her own breast milk. She nodded her head gently against her breast, swallowing more than a few mouthfuls of her own milk. 

She came free with a POP! of resignation, more than a few mouthfuls later.

“Ahhh. . . O-Okay, so it’s going to start right away when you latch on, but the main thing, once again, is getting a good latch and not letting go.”

Janet’s nod was slow, her eyes glazed over as she watched Odette’s nipple. She had her own boob in her hand. Her thumb glided over the front of her melonous bulb until her own nipples dented at the thick material of her dress.

“Janet? Jaaaaanet?” Odette sang. 

Janet blinked rapidly and looked at Odette as if just remembering that there was a woman connected to such beautiful breasts. “Y-Yes?”

“If you weren’t listening, I’ll have to demonstrate again. . .”

“M-Maybe I need another demonstration, then. I got a little. . . distracted. . .” replied Janet, timid.

Odette herself had been distracted, so she obliged. Once more, she dove with zeal at her boob, squeezing it higher with the inside of her arm for better access. Her face made contact with the softness of her breast at once, and she all but submerged herself in her own warm flesh before coming up once again with latch intact. 

Doing so was difficult. She always struggled because her mouth was so much smaller than her nipples. They seemed to fit Pari’s mouth just fine too, so there wasn’t much of a need for her to have to suck her own boobies. Even as she pinched her nipple loosely between her teeth, she felt the deluge of cream building up behind her rose-capped domes and had to start swallowing immediately as her own cream battered the back of her throat. She gulped loudly. It was like swallowing food she hadn’t chewed up well: a bulge that took its time stretching her esophagus. But unlike horking a chunk of cheeseburger, her milk was a smooth, warm feeling—all the stretching but none of the discomfort of an oblong obstruction. She could feel her neck muscles at work with each swallow, weakening quickly from a lack of practice. Her head bobbled in a steady nod, shortening and lengthening her neck to aid her consumption. 

Then, her milk hit her tummy, filling a large portion of vacancy in just a few swallows. 

I haven’t eaten. . . Odette thought. 

The irony of it wasn’t lost on her. She’d spent the whole morning trying to prepare lunch for Pari and had run on almost no food herself. Now, she was even worse off for it, especially after watching so much of her own breast milk—a substance her body produced for sustaining others—be used to fill medical tubs and tossed on the side of the road. 

That seemed like such a waste, now. At least Pari was more than sufficiently fed. She’d accomplished that much, at least.

But being deprived made her rich, thick cream taste that much better. It made her body want it—a craving for her own production. 

And somewhere along the way, the blonde forgot that she was merely demonstrating what someone else was supposed to do, because she used both arms to help prop up her left titty and curled herself into the pale, veiny pillow to nurse; a pale blonde ball surrounding a softer, paler, creamy center.

Her milk was on the verge of being too rich, both sweet and viscous. Her eyes closed and the flavor enhanced even more, all her senses dedicated to the scent, texture, and taste of it. After Pari had all but exhausted her foremilk supplies, what remained was only her thickest, densest, most bold reserves: her hindmilk. Every swallow tasted of utter sustenance, the sort that filled her right away after just a few swallows. Pari had been able to drink without stopping, only slowing when she met the natural barrier. What Odette was made to deal with was the fattier, yummier cream, the meal meant to satisfy.

Even so, she felt her body begging to swallow each and every drop, and she did so almost without having to think about it. 

The sensation of physically being filled paired nicely with the feel of her production, the low rumbling vibrations that shot tingles down her body. At first, her enormous titty gushed its pent up streams of milk at her, causing her to race to swallow her own breast milk. Much of it overflowed, tumbling from her thin, pink lips, spilling on the bulging peak of her oversized mammary. But after the initial tide, her production eased. Her breasts adapted to her needs. As she squeezed her left one close and suckled, she no longer felt the uncomfortable tightness caused by an overfilled reservoir of milk. 

She could simply enjoy her own mouth, able to feel her small, eager jaw working on her spittle-slicked skin. 

Her nipple was still a little big for her, though. She couldn’t escape how it jutted against her cheek when she took its entire length into her mouth. Being among friends made it less embarrassing, at least. 

“Mmmm. . .” moaned the blonde, long and low. Her nipple stretched at the gentle pull of her suckling. She laid her left cheek against the pillowy bluff of chest in her grasp. Gulp after gulp she continued to drink herself leisurely. There was a kind of peace about it. She didn’t often have opportunities to nurse from anyone’s breast, but now knew what she’d missed out on. The low rumble of churning milk, her production keeping pace, and the rush of pleasure from her sensitive skin being moistened by her mouth made her sigh while the size of her breast made it suitable for snuggling like an oversized carnival prize. 

She might’ve stayed in that position forever. 

However, she heard a small shuffle and felt a presence at her right breast. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see Janet resting her fanned fingers on the side of the pale white, veiny heap of flesh dangling from Odette’s right side. Janet stroked her in careful passes. Her fingers were so soft—even in comparison to the blonde’s excellent titties—and her caressing became more forceful as Janet’s face came closer and closer to the thick, long nipple jutting at her face. 

“Odette, you’re just so pretty,” Janet whispered, in awe over what she saw. 

The ebony haired woman pressed her face into the space just above Odette’s areola, her lips lingering in a kiss. The sensation of it fried Odette’s mind. 

“Janet. What are you—. . .”

Janet brought her mouth down yet again in two more soft kisses, then glanced up at Odette. For a brief moment, she looked confidently sober before seeing that she had Odette’s attention and turning away again. That Janet, the one who had appeared and disappeared in a flash, looked completely different from normal Janet. It was like she’d been possessed or something, instructed to start kissing and stroking Odette’s bare breast by instinct.

And given a few moments, that new Janet recovered and began to dot more kisses over the steep slope of the blonde’s inflated mammary. 

“Wh-What’s gotten into you. . .” Odette huffed. She could no longer focus on sucking herself off. Breaking away sent small geysers of milk out in all directions, many of them splattering Odette in the cheek. She winced at their impact but kept her eyes on her best friend and current breastfeeding partner. 

Janet’s hand reached high near the root of Odette’s pale-pink flesh with a flattened palm. She then lowered and turned it over, capturing much of the weight of the blonde’s booby from the underside. Raising it to her face as if to kiss, she instead inhaled through her nose noisily, her whole torso filling with air. 

“I can’t get enough of that smell. . .” she murmured. 

“D-Do you need to go to a hospital?” asked Odette, puzzled, only half joking. 

“N-No. . . I just. . . I don’t know when I’ll have this chance again. I want to have the full experience.”

Odette turned to Pari, hoping that the oldest person in the area would have some kind of insight into the situation. 

Pari sat with her back against the ambulance wall, a hand resting against the hump of her stomach, eyes closed. 

“She’s asleep!?” Odette gawked. “How could—. . . Eep!”

“Mmmh!”

Odette caught herself with her left hand, the added weight of Janet’s body pushing her back onto her bottom. The motion caused her left breast to drop, though instead of clapping against her body, it was scooped up by the Japanese woman’s waiting hands. 

“Odette. . .”

“J-Janet?”

“Thank you for giving me permission to do this. I know what you said about ‘romance’ in your room today, but I-I just hope my feelings can still, maybe, possibly reach you.”

“What feelings? Janet, you’re being all weird and vague again,” said Odette. She was almost entirely sober for a moment, Janet’s forwardness throwing everything off. However, the sensitivity of having so much milk built up launched her straight back into a heady state. Janet didn’t merely hold Odette’s breast, but molded it in her right hand, studious grip on the feminine flank. 

“I-I want to start now,” said Janet, her sweet, round face lowered. 

“Umm, sure.”

“B-But can we do it. . . together?” 

“Together?” Odette asked before finding her left breast being shoved toward her face. Janet was too weak to lift it the whole way, but understanding her friend and not wanting new Janet to feel lonely, Odette complied. “Oh, okay. T-Together.”

Janet’s smile was radiant. 

The two communicated without words. The closer Odette’s mouth came to her milk dripping peak, the closer Janet’s mouth became. As Odette’s thin, pink lips parted, Janet’s parted as well. 

And when Odette’s open maw hovered an inch over the turgid rod—. . .

“Mmmh!” Odette moaned. She winced, eyes squeezed closed at a hard, pressured pinch. 

But when she opened them, Janet was kissing her breast again. Only, instead of a playful kiss, Odette could feel the moisture of someone’s mouth and the brush of a wide tongue on the bottom side of her nipple. Janet’s innocent face—the parts not obscured by the horizon of the blonde’s balloons—was belied by the fact that she had Odette’s whole throbbing rod in her mouth. 

“Yes. . .” Odette panted. She hooked her right arm behind Janet’s head the same way she had her booby earlier, urging her friend tighter and tighter against her milk spurting mammaries. 

However, whenever she would utter more than a few words, Janet would press upward on Odette’s left breast and force it toward the blonde’s mouth, urging her to drink as well. She obliged, enjoying a rare moment of milking her body in tandem, forced to share the bounty of her improved production at the mere sight of Janet’s tight black leggings wrapped around her tremendous hips and booty. 

Janet was gorgeous. It was a fact that was worth acknowledging as she sucked ounce after heavy ounce of milk straight from Odette’s melonous mammaries. Her glossy black hair fell in pretty curtains down to her sides, her bangs growing heavy and wet with stray bands of milk that moistened the fronts of the blonde’s titties. Her face, when it emerged from being so forcefully buried in titty flesh, was puffy from blushing, lips swollen from sucking, eyes unfocused and distant despite the object of her affection taking up the bulk of her vision. 

But her efforts were beautiful, too. She hadn’t made a leak-free seal like Pari and so whole rivers of milk would occasionally splash on Odette’s thigh or drum heavily against the bed of the ambulance. Janet puffed exasperated by the demand of such thick milk on her mouth and throat. At times when she was unaware of when to breathe, she would pull away to catch her breath and be caught instead by a blast of thick white milk to the face. But despite this, Janet never stopped trying. She didn’t even pause long after her milky facial. Instead, she’d bring her lips back to Odette’s breasts and moan sweetly at them. The moans made a buzzing that Odette could feel through the sensitive skin at the front of her breast, then she’d once more feel the relief of feeling milk leaving her thick, long nipples, Janet’s labored swallows a clear sign of her affection. 

It happened enough times that Odette stopped sucking her own booby to instruct Janet further. Her own breath was thin after having to hold it for so long to drink. “Teeth. Bite down, Janet. Use your teeth.”

“Mmmh. . .” Janet sounded off, nervous about doing so. 

“You won’t hurt me. Latch on. You’ll keep coming loose if you don’t.”

At this, Odette felt electricity as the fronts of Janet’s teeth raked over her smooth, slick areola only to catch around her nipple. Janet opened wide again to go for another bite and found herself struggling once more. Odette’s titties were just too slippery from the milk and mouth love. Someone new was bound to struggle to fit as much flesh into their mouth as they could. 

But, again, Janet persisted. She wasn’t deterred by the liters of milk that were coating her entire body and instead redoubled her efforts, straightening out her neck and opening her mouth as wide as she could, surprisingly unbothered to have Odette’s turgid nipple down her throat as she sought a solid latch. 

“That’s it. Almost had it. Mmmh! Yes, g-go on. . .” Odette cheered. 

Her titty undulated, deforming to Janet’s jutting mouth before falling once more into a resting position. It reminded Odette of bobbing for apples, except instead of an apple there was a sizable amount of her flesh seeking to be gripped between her friend’s teeth. Going further with the metaphor, the water would have been her massive, milky titty, a tub’s worth of flesh all jiggling and wobbling as Janet opened and closed her mouth over it again and again. All swallowing paused so Janet could get a handle on things, but the visual of such a pretty friend being so ravenous toward her breast was more than enough to cause Odette to seize up in a billowing wave of pleasure. 

This wave crested at the least opportune time, though. As Odette’s eyes fluttered closed and the sensation of her flesh being sucked into Janet’s mouth began to blur beneath the tide, Oedtte caught sight of something. . . troubling. 

Troubling because it was exciting. . .

Janet’s face was entirely eclipsed by the mass of flesh surrounding it, leaving Odette with nothing to fixate on as she rode over a breast-centric orgasm. Her attention naturally rose and caught on a pair of somethings rising and falling in rhythm with Janet’s efforts at bobbing for booby.

Janet’s sweater dress rode up with her resting on her knees. The lower hem that would have fallen to her thighs had she been standing now slunk into the arch of her back, exposing her lower back. The woman was so focused on Odette’s titties that she couldn’t have known that her entire lower half was exposed, guarded by curve-flattering tights. 

But bent over on her knees, her tights thinned, forced to stretch and accommodate the blooming of her hips. They were also certainly challenged by the bulk of her thighs which were bundled up beneath the woman. 

But their biggest challenge by far were the two swells of impressively upholstered booty which were almost on full display from Odette’s higher perspective. 

It was like seeing Janet sitting in Pari’s car again, except magnified by a ballooning pleasure and insulated by their shared intimacy. Odette was isolated, the only one around privy to just how pretty and full and large Janet’s rear end was. 

And before she could give adequate warning, her titties buzzed like a hive full of honey-hungry bees and her production rocketed upward as if on a mission to reward Janet for offering such an unguarded, unabashed view of her prodigiously moonish butt. 

“Janet—. . . Mmmh!” Odette yelped, forcing her friend harder against her breast. Pressure ramped up quickly and release was something her body demanded. 

With her assistance, Janet finally managed to latch on. 

She did so just in time for an inflation to begin via Odette’s torrent of thick, creamy milk.