Jim had been repeditively pushing herself along for so long that she didn't immediately realise what bumping into the uneven surface meant. For a moment she continuued to fruitlessly push herself forward, her tits piling up against it.
Then she realised. It was a door. A large double door that she'd easily be able to push open if she turned the handles, in fact - something she'd be able to fit through.
She sighed with relief, and hated her voice for sounding so feminine. It was a good thing the corridor wasn't longer. Her breasts had plowed through hundreds of blue puddles, each once causing that tiny surge of expansion. She'd lost count of how many - and the shamefully arousing feel of her tits dragging across stone had only worsened as they'd begun to fill the corridor. Now they almost spanned it, and with each push she'd felt the stone to either side, as well as below her.
It would have been better if she'd felt rubbed raw. Pain was something she could hate, but her breasts seemed to be as tough as they were big. Instead she was merely turned on, able to feel but not see how errect her nipples had become, how moist she had become between her thighs.
The door in front of her seemed to give her a second wind. She breathing heavily, she pulled herself forward onto her tits. It was hard... she pushed her toes against the floor, trying to turn her breasts in place so she could reach.
All of a sudden, the door burst open, and she realised that her own weight had broken the lock. Beyond was darkness, and... wetness.
As the door had burst open, the part of Jim that had piled against it had flopped through, slapping into a puddle. Jim peered through the darkness trying to see the colour of the fluid, terrified that she'd feel that stretching sensation that meant more growth...
It didn't come. Jim sighed with relief.
The dark room seemed very wet indeed, its floor slightly lower than that of the corridor. She could feel the water ripple against her breasts where they lay, still quivering from the splash. It made her imagine, for a moment, that they were full of milk.
The idea was suddenly attractive. What would it be like? Warm, and nurturing... like she held life itself in her boobs. Jim started to absently stroke one breast while she thought of it. What did girls feel like when they were lactating? Swollen and sloshing, probably, but also good... like their boobs were something worthwhile, instead of just things that attracted men. Jim felt comforted by that. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to have big boobies if they were milky.
She shook her head. It weasn't likely to happen down here, unless she somehow got pregnant. And she was definitely going to avoid that.
...Unless she could get pregnant without a guy, somehow. She had never really wanted a baby, before, but having milk would be pointless without one.
Jim began to push herself into the darkness, still fantasising about being milky. Not realising she felt an urge to put her new features to good use. Just like Rick.
Mon Aug 23 04:32:58 2010