Date: Sun, 22 Feb 1998 17:20:42 EST

From: Bigsarah@aol.com

Subject: Danny's Change

Danny's Change

Amy and I had been friends for a number of years. We had both gone out on

dates with other people but we just sort of gravitated back to each other

after awhile. Mike and Darcy were also friends of ours and we frequently

double dated. Amy and I were having sex but only two times so far. The

first time was in the back seat of my car off a country road and really

wasn't that great. It was the first time for both of us and we weren't

really sure what to do, but we managed to muddle through OK. The second

time was better even though it was on the couch in my family room and we

had to keep listening for my parents returning from a shopping trip to the

mall. But at least we had a better idea of how to do it without sticking

each other in some sensitive area, or getting a foot caught between the

seat cushions - you get the idea. After the second time we were getting

more relaxed about the whole thing and were beginning to look forward to a

more active sex life in our senior year of high school but then something

happened that changed all that.

About 6 weeks after we had sex the second time, I thought that Amy was

acting a little funny but I couldn't get her to tell me what the problem

was. It was like, she'd talk to me, but she wouldn't really talk to me, if

you get what I mean. I figured that maybe she was just having a bad period

or something so I stayed away from her for several days, figuring that

eventually she'd get over whatever it was that was bothering her. Then the

policeman showed up at our front door after supper one evening and "asked"

me if my parents and I would accompany him to the station. At the station,

after we waited around awhile, a Lieutenant finally took us onto a room and

we found out what the problem was. Amy was pregnant! While that was enough

of a shock, she was claiming that she had never wanted to have sex with me

and that I had raped her. Boy did my folks go through the ceiling when they

heard that. I didn't know who my father wanted to punch more, the

Lieutenant or me. At least I didn't have to stay at the station though;

they charged me and released me into my parent's custody, with the strong

suggestion that we contact a lawyer in the morning.

The next several weeks were kind of a blur for me. I found out later that

when Amy found out that she was pregnant and told her parents, that they

were really mad at her so she blamed me by making up the story that I had

raped her. Sure. Who was it that started the whole thing the first time by

unzipping my jeans? Anyway, her father decided that I had to be punished

for what I had done to his innocent child so he made a big deal of it with

the police and hired his own lawyer to assist with my prosecution. Anyway,

the trial, if that's what you could call it, was really a joke. Amy got on

the stand and blamed me for the whole thing. And I tried to explain what

had really happened but I don't think that the judge really wanted to

listen to anything that I had to say. After the testimony was over he took

all of 15 minutes to find me guilty. And then Amy's Dad and lawyer made a

statement before the sentencing about how I had ruined her life, and how I

could walk away and have to carry the child and raise it by herself, and

how I should be punished the way she was now being punished, and on, and

on. All of it was bullshit but what could I do. After all the crap was over

with, the judge said that I could remain free in my parent's custody and

that I would be notified of my sentence shortly.

A couple of days later we received this official-looking registered letter

in the mail and when we opened it we found that it was my sentencing

document. It started out with all the flowery legal language about how I

had been found guilty and then said things like how I "... needed to share

the trials and discomfort that my victim was going through..." and about

how I "... had shown no remorse for my actions..." and how "... I obviously

needed to have my sexual desires restrained..." and so forth. The

bottom-line? I was ordered to have to further contact with Amy until after

the birth of our child at which point I was to share in the parenting

responsibilities, and I was to undergo a series of treatments to suppress

my predatory sexual desires. This whole thing was fucking unreal. We went

over it with our lawyer and he said that we could appeal, and it would cost

lots of money, and would take several years, and even then we only had at

best a 1-in-4 chance of winning so he'd recommend that we drop the issue.

My parents aren't much help. Mom's trying to pretend that nothing ever

happened, and Dad's like "... well, if you can't keep you pants zipped up,

you'll have to take the consequences." So I decided not to contest it.

I had my first visit with the doctor that will be supervising my

"treatment" today. He basically told me that over the next 6 months to a

year, depending upon how my body responds; he would treat me with a series

of injections that will reduce my sex drive to "normal" levels. I asked him

what "normal" meant and he just said that I wouldn't have the desire to go

around tearing off the panties of every girl I met - as if I ever did. Any

side effects? He said they'd be "minimal." So then he spent almost an hour

measuring my body, weighing me, taking samples of things I didn't know you

could take samples of, and so forth. Then he went into his office for

several minutes and appeared to be checking some books and doing some

calculations on a PC before he came back into the examining room. He asked

me to turn away from him and bend over. He came up behind me and I felt a

quick pain in my left butt cheek and he said, "There, that's the first

injection. Now get your clothes on and I'll see you every two days from now

on."

This is pretty dumb. I hate these treatments. It's not like they're doing

anything to me but I hate having to go to the doctor's office every couple

of days. I decided to skip one treatment and the next day a county

Sheriff''s deputy showed up at the house to "escort" me to my treatment.

Guess they're really serious about this. The only change I've noticed is

that I'm rapidly loosing my fear of needles. When I was a little kid I

hated getting shots. Mom and a nurse would have to hold me down while the

doctor gave me the shot. Once I cut my foot on a rusty nail and had to have

a tetanus injection. I got away from the nurse and ran screaming out into

the doctor's waiting room, blood spurting from my foot, and being chased by

a pissed off Mom and nurse. My parents still kid me about that one.

Amy's been doing a number on me at school. Guess she's been going around

spreading stories about how I raped her and all that sort of thing. Most of

the kids in my class aren't having much to do with me these days. Mark's OK

- he'll still hang around with me, though. As best as I can figure it out,

Amy must be about 4 months along now but she doesn't look any different

than she always did. I wonder if there's any chance that she's been faking

the whole thing...?

No. Guess not. It's about a month later and Amy's beginning to "show" a

little bit. It's not that she's getting really big or anything but she's

started wearing these loose tops and from the way the fabric hangs I can

tell that her belly's beginning to swell a little. Of course I can really

get close to her or talk to her because of the court order, but it makes me

feel funny to think that our baby is growing in there. Even after all she's

done to me; I still find it hard to hate her.

We were taking showers after gym class yesterday and I was just kind of

standing there in the hot spray and relaxing, not thinking about anything

special. Then I realized that Mark was looking at me and smiling and I

realized that I had been staring at his crotch. That was embarrassing - I

didn't even realize that I had been doing it. I blushed and turned away.

That night I had a dream about him. I don't remember much about it. The one

part I do remember is that he was standing up in front of me, and it looked

like he had his dick going down his left pants leg instead of being

supported in his underwear. There was this huge bulge that went halfway

down to his knee. When I woke up I found that I'd had a wet dream and had

to get up and change my PJs.

Mark and I have been spending more time together lately. He's the only kid

at school who will have anything to do with me. Because the other kids

ignore me, we usually don't go the school activities. Instead we'll go to a

movie, or watch TV at one of our houses, or just go up to one of our rooms

and shoot the breeze for a couple of hours.

I noticed something funny this morning when I was taking my shower. My

nipples are bigger than they used to be. I'm surprised I hadn't noticed it

before because it looks like they're about twice as big as before - like

maybe an inch across now, and a light tan color instead of the previous

pink. I wondered if it was one of the side effects that the doctor was

talking about. I hadn't even been thinking about the treatments much lately

- going in every other day for an injection is pretty routine now. Anyway,

when I went in to see him this afternoon I asked him about it and he said

that "..... yes. That's one of the likely effects." I asked him if they

would change any more and he said "yes" again. But told me not to worry

about it.

Mark was up in my room this afternoon and I was changing from my school

clothes into some ragged old jeans and a sweat shirt so that we could go

over to his house and shoot some baskets. I had taken off my shirt and was

looking in my closet for a sweatshirt when I noticed that he was staring at

my chest. Well, actually he was staring at my nipples. I asked him if

something was wrong and he said something like "..... has your chest

changed a little?" I told him what the doctor said about a minor side

effect and he just grunted and said "OK." I noticed that he keep sneaking

looks at them though until I got the baggy sweatshirt on and they were

covered up.

Yeah, Amy's beginning to get big now. She's about 6 months along and can't

wear the loose fitting clothes to cover up her advancing pregnancy any more

now. She's switched over to regular maternity clothes now. It's not like

she waddles or anything, but her belly definitely does stick out in front

of her now. I noticed when she was going thru the line in the cafeteria

that her belly was resting a little on the tray she was pushing in front of

her. It bugs me that I can't be with her these days. It's not that I have

the "hots" for her body or anything, but I would like to be there to

support her.

The Doc was right. My nipples have gotten a little larger. Well actually,

it's a little more than that. The outside part, I guess it's called an

"aureole" or something is now about an inch and a half across and it's

turned a dark tan color. The nipple in the center now sticks out about a

quarter of an inch or so and is pretty sensitive. The Doc wrote a note to

the school that excused me from gym class so the other kids don't have to

see the changes. I just have to make sure that I don't wear a tight T-shirt

out in public. Of course Mark can see the changes. I think he likes to look

at them. The other day when we were alone in his room, he asked me if I'd

take my shirt off so he could see what they looked like. He even asked me

if he could touch one but I told him "no." I'm still having dreams about

Mark.

This afternoon we were at Mark's house and he was bugging me again about my

nipples. He really wanted to see what they felt like. I finally told him

that was OK but only if he'd do something for me. He asked me what and I

told him that I wanted to see what his dick felt like. I think that kinda

shook him up because he looked at me finny and said "no way." But then

about 15 minutes later he said, "OK Danny, let's do it." So I took off my

shirt and he took off his jeans and shorts and we stood there facing each

other. He slowly raised his right hand up and gently touched my left nipple

with his index finger. The feeling startled me and I must have jerked back

a little because he said "Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you." I told him

that it was OK, that I was just startled. Then he gently put his palms over

both my nipples and just held them there. His hands felt so warm on my

chest that I could feel my dick getting hard. I slowly reached down and

placed my hands around his dick, which was pretty hard by itself now. I

could feel it's warmth and hardness, with the big vein on the top slowly

pulsing as his heart beat. I moved my fingers out to its tip and slowly

stroked the purple swelling. He began to breathe faster as I stroked his

dick with my hands, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He bent his

head down and slowly licked my nipples, first the right and then the left.

We stood like that for what seemed like forever but for what must have just

been a minute or so. Then we both came, he splattering his cum on my belly,

and I releasing my load in my pants. When that happened, I realized what we

had been doing and I was shocked. I pulled my shirt back on, mumbled

something like "I gotta go now." And ran out of his room and went home. I

don't think I got to sleep at all that night. I just lay there tossing and

turning in my bed and kept thinking about what had happened, and how I had

felt. At school next day I think I must have looked like shit cause a

couple of the teachers asked me if I felt OK. Mark and I kept away from

each other and didn't talk or look at each other.

Wow! Amy's only 7 months along and she's getting BIG. She was always kind

of a cute, skinny little thing but I bet that she weights about 160 pounds

now. She doesn't exactly waddle as she walks from class to class, but she

sure walks noticeably different than she used to. After I got out of the

shower this morning, I was looking at myself in the mirror and I was

wondering what it would be like to be pregnant. I turned sideways and tried

to puff my tummy out and ran my hands over it and tried to imagine what it

would feel like as it got bigger day by day. Then I moved by hands up to

check out my nipples and they didn't feel different but the area under them

felt a little softer, or thicker, or puffy or something like that. I'm not

sure how to describe it but the areas on my chest near my nipples feel a

little fuller.

I was heading off to get my haircut this afternoon and Mark asked me not

to. I haven't gotten around to getting it cut for several months now and it

hangs down almost to my shoulders in waves and curls. I think that it looks

kind of messy but Mark said that he thinks I look better with it long and

could I let it go for awhile just to please him. I figured that it was no

big deal so I went along with him. We were wandering through the shopping

mall later in the day. Nothing special to do but we both just wanted to get

out of the house. It's funny but I realized that as we were walking past

other kids that I was checking out the crotch of the boy's jeans to see how

big a bulge they had there. A couple of years ago I would have been

checking out the girl's chests, now I was looking at the guys.

Mark's folks were away for the weekend and we told my folks that I was

going to sleep over at his house on Saturday night. I don't think that my

folks care what I do these days - they kind of just ignore me as if I was

the kid who wasn't there. Anyway, we rented a couple of videotapes, and

ordered some pizza and stayed up till past midnight just goofing around.

Finally around 2am as we kept waking up on the sofa and realizing that we

had been dozing and had no idea of what was happening in the movies and our

necks and backs were getting stiff, we decided that we'd better go to

bed. Mark's got a pair of bunk beds in his room and he called the top one

so I got in the bottom one. I'd forgotten to bring any PJs but the bed had

flannel sheets so it was pretty soft and comfortable. After I'd been in bed

about a half-hour I could hear Mark moving around and then he got out of

bed and went into the bathroom and took a leak. When he came back in the

bedroom I guess he must have forgotten which bed I was in because he got in

with me. I said something sophisticated like "Watch where the fuck you're

going!" Mark just said "Oops. Sorry about that. Just let me stay here a

minute." Then he rolled over and put his chest against my back and put his

arms around me. His skin was cold from being out of bed and we both

shivered for a minute. Then his skin warmed up and it felt kinda nice just

lying there, wrapped in his arms so I didn't say anything. After another

couple of minutes his hands began to gently massage my nipples. They had

been pretty sensitive lately but he was very gentle and it felt really

good. After a little while he took his arms away and I was afraid that he

was going to get out of the bed but he asked me to turn over and lie on my

back. I did and he crouched over me, moving his head down to my chest level

and slowly licking each of my nipples with his tongue. Then he put his

mouth on each nipple in turn and gently sucked on one, and then the other.

I was getting so turned on by this that I was really hard, and as I reached

down and felt him, I realized he was even harder and more excited than I

was. We must have lain there for a half-hour, with Mark mouthing my nipples

and with each of us gently stroking each other's dicks. Finally we couldn't

restrain each other and the strokes got harder and faster until we came

almost at the same time and splashed our cum on each other. Mark had been

doing more of the work and he was pretty tired by that time and his body

was sweaty so he just lay there and I snuggled up against him and went to

sleep in his arms.

In the morning I woke up before he did so I slipped out of bed and took a

shower and got cleaned up. Then I pulled on an old baggy sweatshirt of his

and went into the kitchen and fixed a gourmet breakfast of Sprint and Lucky

Stars. When Mark came down in the morning, neither of us talked about last

night. Just ate breakfast and watched the morning cartoons on TV for

awhile.

I saw Amy at school about a week ago. As best as I can figure, she's due to

deliver in about 4 weeks or so. I couldn't believe how huge she had

gotten. She looked like she was close to 200 pounds - almost double her

weight of a year ago. She has developed a second chin, and it looked like

her belly has grown so huge that it sags part way down to her knees and

kind of sways from side to side as she walks. Actually, "walk" may not be

the right word. She just kind of lurched forward, moving her huge mass in

front of her in surges. Her face was all sweaty and shiny with the effort

she was putting forth to move from class to class. But what I really

noticed were her breasts. They had enlarged unbelievably. What had been two

cute little B-cups were now these large sacks that hung down nearly to her

navel, and sagged to either side of her protruding belly. As she moved

forward you could see ripples of fat spreading through them. I know that

she tried to cover all this up but there was just no way that she could

disguise what her body had become. Jesus! If that's what being pregnant

does to you, I'm sure glad it's her and not me. Since that time, I haven't

seen her at school. I guess she's just at home waiting for the kid to come.

Hey, wonder if it might be twins or triplets and that's why she's so big?

And to think that I thought I was in love with her just a half year ago...

After we finished shooting some baskets today, Mark told me he had a

present for me. I asked him what it was but he just pulled a small box from

his jeans and handed it to me. It looked like a jeweler's box and when I

opened it up I found that it contained a small diamond pendant on a slim

gold chain. "Here" he said, "Let me put it on for you." He unbuttoned the

top two buttons on my shirt, and stood in front of me, reaching his arms

around the back of my neck to brush my hair out of the way and fasten the

tiny clamp on the chain. It took him several minutes of fumbling and I was

just standing there, smelling the sweat from his body close to mine.

Finally he got the clasp fixed and arranged the chain so that you could

just see the diamond against my chest through the v-shaped opening at the

top of my shirt. "Leave your shirts unbuttoned like that" he said, "I like

the way it looks on you." I looked at him for a few seconds and then moved

forward to brush my lips against his. "Mark, I love you," I said. "And I

love you too, Danny" he replied. Just then we could hear my Mom's car

coming up the driveway. What timing!

A week or so after then when I was drying myself off after my shower, I

examined my nipples carefully for any further changes. The nipples and

aureoles hadn't changed much, at least not that I could tell. But it looked

as though the tissue under them had swollen a little, so that the aureoles

now rested atop soft mounds that were maybe a half-inch high. The effect

was to make it look as though I had tiny breasts - not even an A-cup in

size. Now as long as I'm careful how I dress, nobody at school can tell.

But I have to be a little careful even so. Like, I was in Global Studies

the other day and the class was boring and I was getting a little sleepy so

I put my hands behind my head and leaned back and stretched a little to

help stay awake when all of a sudden I noticed that my nipples were very

obvious through the fabric of the loose sweater I was wearing that day!

Luckily, I was in the back row and the teacher was looking the other way,

so nobody else saw it.

I may be close to the end of the treatments I've been taking. The doctor

was checking me over the other day and after he took my measurements and

some blood samples, he stood in front of me and took his thumb and

forefinger and massaged around my nipples for a minute. Then he took each

nipple and gently squeezed it and tugged on it a bit. After that he rubbed

his fingers together as though there was some moisture on them that he was

examining. Then he said that it looks as though I don't have to come in as

often now. Instead of every two days, he'll back off to a "maintenance"

treatment once a month. That's fine with me.

I got the strangest phone call, it was from Amy's Dad, and he wanted me to

come over to their house and talk to Amy. I started stuttering and trying

to tell him that I couldn't do that when he interrupted me and told me that

the situation had changed and that it was OK for me to see Amy again. I

wasn't really sure how I felt about this but I went over to her house and

her parents showed me up to her bedroom and left the two of us alone. Wow,

if I thought Amy was big the last time I caught a glimpse of her at school

that was nothing to what she looked like now. She was lying on her back on

her bed, but I could see the outline of her huge body under the sheet. I

didn't want to embarrass her by asking how much she weighed, but I'd guess

that it had to be at least 250 pounds. She had to keep her chubby legs

spread apart so that the huge sack of her belly could rest on the bed

between them - it looked as though it reached all the way own to her knees

by now. When I looked at her face, I couldn't tell where her chin ended and

her chest started, there were just a series of rolls of fat. And her

breasts had grown into huge fat tits that hung down on either side of her

body and partly covered her arms. The right one was partially hanging over

the side of the bed, uncovered by the sheet, and I swear that it must have

been 10 inches in diameter. It was a pasty white color and I could see the

blue veins in it. The aureole itself must have been about 4 inches across.

Anyway, when I walked in her room and stood by her bed, she slowly turned

her head to look at me, her movements sending ripples through the bulges

and sacks of fat on her body. The first thing she said was "Danny, your

hair, it's so pretty that way." "Mike's idea" I said. (I've got to admit

that with my hair now falling to about 3 inches below my shoulders, and

with the waves in it that it does look pretty good.) "Danny" she said, "I'm

so sorry for what I did to you, the lies and all. I was so embarrassed that

I couldn't tell my parents the truth. I've missed you so much. And I've

hated myself so much for what I did that my only pleasure has been stuffing

myself, and you can see what that's led to. But I finally got the courage

to tell my parents what really happened 9 months ago." I couldn't get over

this, after all she had done to me, she wanted to get back together? This

was too fucking strange. The last thing I wanted to do now was to have

anything to do with this fat lump of shit. So I made small talk for a few

minutes and then told her that I had to get home because Mike was coming by

to pick me up so we could go to a movie, which was true, and then left. I

didn't say anything about the whole situation to Mike.

Mike and I were shooting some baskets a couple of days later when I felt

this funny sensation, it was hard to describe but it felt like something

was bouncing up and down on my chest. I told Mike I'd had enough exercise

for the day and wanted to quit. He asked me what was wrong and I told him I

wasn't sure. We went up to my room and I stripped off the baggy sweatshirt

I had been wearing and looked at myself in the mirror. Yeah, my breasts had

gotten a little bit bigger and it was their unaccustomed weight that I had

felt bouncing around. I'm still not even an A-cup but they definitely look

like breasts now. Mike came up behind me and put his arms around me and

cupped my breasts in his palms. He likes to do that and to be honest; I

like the way it feels. He turned me around and bent down and licked each

nipple and then gently sucked on each breast. As my nipples have gotten

larger, they've also grown more sensitive and the sensation as he sucked on

them was really beginning to get me excited. All of a sudden he stopped and

pulled back from me with a puzzled look on his face. This time it was my

turn to ask him what was wrong. "I'm not sure" he said, "but it tasted like

something was coming out of one of your nipples." I looked down and

couldn't see anything, but then as I watched, a small drop of a whitish

fluid developed on the tip of my right nipple. "What the fuck's going on?"

I said. Mike touched his fingertip to my nipple, picked up the drop of

fluid, and licked it off with his tongue. "Doesn't taste like much," he

said. About this time I began to notice a funny feeling in my breasts, it

wasn't that they felt uncomfortable or anything, more like they just felt

"full" or something. I wasn't sure I wanted to let Mike play with me any

more so I asked him to just leave me alone for the time and we went

downstairs and watched some TV.

Several days later, my parents were taking off for the weekend so I asked

Mike to spend the weekend with me. Whenever we get together now, we sleep

in the same bed. In fact, when I have to sleep by myself I have trouble

getting to sleep, tossing and turning for what seems like hours. Anyway, we

did the usual cuddling and snuggling in front of the TV, and then went up

to my room and jerked each other off and then fell asleep in each others

arms. I don't know why but I woke up in the middle of the night and

couldn't get back to sleep. I lay there next to Mike and after awhile I

slowly slid my hand down to his crotch and lay it on his dick. Of course he

got hard right away. Instead of stroking him I slipped the sheet off and

moved down to where I could see his dick. I looked at it for a minute, with

the vein along the top slowly pulsing as his heart beat, and the large

purple swelling on the end. All of a sudden it began to look like the most

beautiful thing in the world and I bent forward and gently brushed my lips

across it's tip. Wow, if I thought it was big before, now it was huge. I

just had to lean down again and gently lick the tip several times, and then

I took the whole tip in my mouth. I was getting so excited by having Mike's

cock in my mouth that I could feel my own cock getting hard and my nipples

getting erect. I had to have more of Mike. I took as much of his huge cock

in my mouth as I could. Gently sucking on it and moving my mouth up and

down it's shaft. All of a sudden, Mike's body jerked several times and my

mouth filled with this warm thick liquid. At first I gagged and I though I

was going to puke but I controlled myself and swallowed the liquid.

Actually, it wasn't bad - just a little salty. As I moved back up and

snuggled back into Mike's arms, I realized that he hadn't even awakened.

So that's what it's like to give somebody a blowjob, I thought.

The next morning I slowly awakened to an unfamiliar sensation. I realized

that Mike had awakened before me and had moved his head down to my breasts

and was slowly and gently sucking on each one, moving from one to the other

every several minutes. The feeling of "fullness" had returned, but in

addition as he sucked on each erect nipple, a warm sensation of pleasure

went through my body. It felt so good that I never wanted him to stop, but

after about a half-hour he stopped and looked up at me and smiled and said

"Hi sleepyhead. Want to go downstairs and finish breakfast?" "Finish

breakfast?" I said," what's going on?" "Maybe you hadn't noticed" he said

"but your breasts are producing a little milk when I nurse on them, and you

just fed me a little breakfast." Sure enough, I looked down at my breasts

and there was a little white fluid at the tip of each nipple. It also

looked as though Mike's nursing had stimulated them or something, as they

looked slightly larger.

It must have been about 2am when I was awakened by a phone call from Amy's

father. She had had the baby. I was the proud (?) father of a baby boy, and

Amy wanted to see me at the hospital. I got down there in record time and

went into her room. She was just as huge as I had remembered her, but a lot

more "out of it." I guess that things didn't go well because of her weight.

She had been in labor for almost two days and they finally had to do a

C-section on her which meant that she was wiped out from the labor, and

then in even worse shape from having the operation on top of it. She was

just lying there, barely conscious, when I walked into the room. I guess I

should have felt more for her, seeing as how she had just borne my child,

but after what she had done to me, and then to herself, I didn't feel any

more for her than I would have for a sack of fat - which is pretty much

what she resembled. A couple of minutes later the nurse brought our son

in. Now that was a moment I'll always remember, holding this fragile little

thing in my arms for the first time. Then he started crying and the nurse

said that it was probably because he was hungry and that she'd leave us

alone. Well, that didn't work out too well. Amy was too zonked out to hold

him. And when I held him up to one of her huge teats I don't think he could

get any nourishment as he kept crying. Finally in desperation, I unbuttoned

my shirt and held him up to one of my nipples. To my surprise that

contented him and he clung to me, nursing away. I sure don't know whether

he got much milk, but I shifted him from side to side a couple of times and

after about a half-hour he went to sleep. I couldn't believe the feeling of

holding my son in my arms and having him nurse on my breasts. How great!

After he'd been asleep for about a half-hour, the nurse came back in and

took him off to the nursery, commenting that "He acts like Mom gave him a

good meal." I didn't say anything.

I've been going back to the hospital several times a day now to visit Amy

and my son, we've decided to name him Derek. I don't know why, but Amy

likes the name. Everybody thinks that I'm going in because I'm so devoted

to Amy and my son, well that's 50% right. But part of the reason is that

Amy's having a lot of trouble nursing him. It's funny, her tits are so huge

that you'd think that she'd be able to supply enough milk for the whole

nursery but it just doesn't work out that way. Derek will nurse and nurse

on Amy and keep fussing all the time. Then I'll pick him up and hold him to

my tiny breasts and he'll nurse to his heart's content and then drop off to

sleep. Amy and I haven't told anybody what we're doing; it's our secret.

Well, I've told Mark what we're doing and he doesn't seem to mind. "Just

save a little for me," he kiddingly said the other day.

Mark and I were taking a shower together last night. We like to do that

whenever we can get off by ourselves without our parents in the house. I

really like it when he stands behind me and I can feel his soapy body

rubbing up against mine. His didk will harden up and stick between my legs

where I can reach down and play with it, and he'll reach around and soap my

front and play with my breasts. Usually after awhile he'll jerk me off and

then I'll drop down on my knees in the shower and give him a long, slow

blowjob. With all the hot water sluicing off our bodies, and the steam, and

the soap all over our bodies it's really great. Anyway, last night Mark was

playing with my breasts and he said "Danny, I swear that your tits have

gotten larger." I hadn't noticed it but once he mentioned it I could see

that he was right. Now they're still pretty small, but I guess all the

nursing has stimulated them or something, as they're a full A-cup size

now. It's not like they really stick out or anything, and as long as I'm

careful how I dress nobody will notice anything. But if you look carefully

at the diamond pendant that Mark gave me, you can see two tiny swellings on

either side of it when I leave my shirt unbuttoned, so now I usually only

leave the top button undone.

I've got a problem with the milk that my breasts are producing now. Between

Mark and Derek, they are getting nursed pretty regularly. Now that's not

bad, because I really like the feelings and sensations of having my breasts

sucked on. The problem is that if I go too long between feedings, I start

to get the feeling of being uncomfortably full, and a little while after

that a little milk will start to leak out of my breasts. Mark and I hadn't

been able to get away by ourselves for the past several days, which meant

that I was servicing only Derek. Well, I was sitting in school this

afternoon, shifting a little back and forth in my chair, because my breasts

had this really uncomfortably full feeling, when I felt something wet. I

looked down and the front of my sweater was all wet from the milk that had

leaked from my left nipple. Worse, the wet fabric clung to my skin and you

could clearly see the shape of the breast and the engorged nipple through

the fabric. Luckily it was near the end of the school day and when I got up

to leave the classroom I could hold my books in front of my chest so that

the mess was covered up. I told Amy about my problem and she said that she

had something that might help me. The doctor had given her this thing

called a breast pump when she was having trouble getting her milk to

flow. She wasn't using it anymore so she gave it to me. It's like this

plastic cup that goes over the end of my breast, and there's this pump

connected to it that pulls a vacuum or something. Anyway, it kind of sucks

the milk out of my breasts and drains it into a container. So now whenever

I get this full feeling, I can use the breast pump to empty my breasts

before I have another "accident." I'd much prefer to have Mark or Derek

empty them by nursing because there's very little of the pleasurable

nursing sensation from a pair of warm wet lips pressed to your breast with

the pump. But I guess it's better than "leaking" all over your clothes.

My breasts are definitely becoming larger. I don't know whether it's the

constant nursing, or whether they would have done this anyway, but they

have gotten bigger. I don't know how big they are, but I'd guess about a

C-cup now. It's at the point where wearing loose tops won't hide them any

more. I can try not to emphasize them but it's obvious to anyone who looks

at me that I've got a pretty good set of tits on me now. At least school

has been over with for several weeks so that I don't have to worry about

the other kids seeing them. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't

like them or anything - I love them. I like to look at them in the mirror

and cup them with my hands, feeling their weight and warm softness. And

Mark, it's like he's a kid in a candy store when he's around me now. If

he's not staring at them, he's trying to get me to let him play with them.

Our favorite position in bed now is with Mark on the bottom on his back.

Then I kneel over him with my breasts hanging down in his face and he licks

and suckles on them.

Active sports are out for me now. While I enjoy the feeling of my breasts

swaying back and forth under my clothing, I do NOT enjoy the feeling of

their slapping back and forth when we play basketball. I was wondering

whether I should get some sort of support for them, like a sports bra or

something, but Mark asked me not to. He said the sight of them swaying back

and forth under my clothing is a real turn-on. This milking thing is

beginning to be a bit of a drag. I find that I have to expel milk from my

breasts now almost every two hours. Even on the days when both Derek and

Mark are nursing, I produce enough milk so that I have to use the pump. I

just stick the extra milk in a bottle in the refrigerator and leave it

there for anyone who wants it. The last time I checked which was about a

week ago, my daily milk production was up to about 22 ounces.

Had to get a new pair of jeans yesterday. Mine have been feeling

increasingly tight. I guess that it must be that I'm gaining a little

weight because of the lack of active exercise now. I had been wearing a 32

inch waist, and I had to go all the way up to a 36 inch waist before I

found a pair that was halfway comfortable. Actually, it took a 38 inch

waist before I was really comfortable but that made my hips and butt look

so big that I've decided to force myself to struggle into the 36 inch

waist. I was afraid that the changes in my breasts were going to carry

over into other parts of my body. Like my dick was going to fall off or

something HA. HA. But not much else has changed other than my hips getting

a little bigger. Well, I don't have to shave as often - but as far as I'm

concerned, that's a plus.

When Mark was getting dressed yesterday, I asked him to do me a favor.

"What", he said, "suck on your tits?" "That too" I said, "but for now,

don't put on any underwear today." "Why?" he asked. "Don't worry, you'll

find out" I replied. The weather was rainy so we decided to go to a movie

that afternoon. When we were going into the movie theatre, I snuck a glance

at Mark and you could just barely see his dick hanging down inside the left

leg of his jeans. So I sat on his left side in the theatre. Partway thru

the movie, I "accidentally" lay my right hand on his left leg, and then let

it "accidentally" slide down so that it was over his dick. Right away I

could feel his dick begin to harden and grow thicker. I kept that up for

the rest of the movie, just playing with him enough to keep him fully

erect, but not enough so that he'd cum. That was for later. As we were

leaving the theatre I looked and he had this huge bulge partway down his

left leg. I swear his dick looked 10 inches long and 2" thick. He was

walking a little funny too - as if his leg were a little stiff or

something. As we were going out to the parking lot, several people noticed

Mark's erection and he was getting pretty embarrassed from their stares.

"Thanks a lot asshole" he whispered to me. When we got in the car, I just

sat in the passenger's side seat very prim and proper and quiet till we

were out of the lot and on the main road. Then I slipped off my seatbelt

and leaned over and put my head in Mark's crotch. I opened my mouth and

playfully bit and nibbled on his cock thru his jeans. After several minutes

of this when he was beginning to breathe pretty fast. I unzipped his jeans

and slowly withdrew his dick. Jesus. It really was 10 inches long. All that

playing with it had given him the mother of all hard-ons. I couldn't wait

any longer. I took it in my mouth and licked it's tip while I gently

stroked it's length with my fingertips. Then I took it deeper and deeper

into my mouth and throat, beginning to suck on it as I rhythmically moved

my head up and down on his crotch. Finally Mark came, sending hot spurts of

cum down my throat. I just lay there, kissing his dick and licking it and

playing with his balls the rest of the way home.

Well, it's the end of summer and Mark and I will be leaving town

shortly. He's been accepted at a college out west and I'm going to go along

with him and we're going to find an apartment off campus so that we can

live together. It's gotten to be too much of a hassle for Mark and me to

find as much time as we'd like to be together when we're living with our

parents. And I'd like to get away to where people don't know me. My

appearance has changed quite a bit lately in a way that's getting

increasingly tough to hide. My breasts have continued to grow and I'm now

producing almost 50 ounces of milk a day, and have to empty myself almost

every hour. I wanted to see if I could taper off and let things "dry up"

but Mark's insistent that I continue. And I've got to admit that with the

exception of the mess if I don't empty myself often enough, that it's a

real turn on seeing the amount of milk that my body can produce. Mark's

pretty much taken over my milking now. I just have to do it whenever he's

not around. As you would expect, with all the additional milk that I'm

producing, the size of my breasts has greatly increased. While they can't

compare with the fat teats that Amy had, I'd guess that they're about a

D-cup now. I was going to look for some kind of bra or support that I could

wear to maybe make them a little less noticeable and to give them some

support so that they don't sag down. I used to jerk off over the pictures

in Playboy of the girls with the big tits but most of those girls had tits

that kinda stuck out in front of them. Mine mostly hang down. Mark likes me

to walk around in front of him topless so that he can see my huge tits

hanging down and swaying back and forth. And that usually gets both of us

so hot that it's off to the shower or the bedroom for some hot sex.