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The shift of weight had made her chest throb, but it was nothing compared to the pain that ran through her when she next moved, twisting her torso to the side and spreading her arms. One hand touched her forward foot, the other trembling arm pointed up towards the ceiling. As her breasts had gone from hanging straight down to hanging almost sideways, they'd bounced mature against each other, sending such an ache of agony through Jennifer that she almost collapsed. Even more exciting than either of her earlier fetishes, however, was a more recent sexual fascination. After graduating from college, Jennifer had reconnected with an old friend. The young woman had already started a family, and though Jennifer had different plans for her own life, she didn't necessarily disapprove. She'd played with the cute baby, endured some breastfeeding jokes from her friend's husband, and spent a week doing some babysitting to let the newlyweds have some alone time. Around that time, she had started lactating. This had concerned her slightly, along with evoking other, more complicated emotions. Looking it up online, she'd found that exposure to a newborn baby could make some women lactate, a supposed sympathetic response brought on by pheromones. For her it had come on especially quickly, it seemed. Even after she'd stopped caring for the baby, she'd continued to express milk. Intrigued more than she'd expected to be, she'd squeeze out a few drops of pure whiteness from her puffy nipples each day, and the routine had kept her leaking. More tits and more started to come out as she started to milk herself while watching lactation porn, offering to do her friend's laundry in the hopes that exposure to the pheromones in the clothes would keep her milky. Together these increased her production enough that she had to start wearing pads in her bra when she went out, though since she mostly worked from home that was a rare need. In private, she'd go around in a t-shirt and bra, waiting until the milk stains showed through, then masturbating furiously while roughly milking herself. It was time for the resting poses, and Jennifer lowered herself into the first of them with a shudder of relief. Her body ached from the exercise, but it was nothing compared to how her naked breasts throbbed. Placing herself on hands and knees, arms straight and shins against the floor, she looked down at her own chest. They'd been N-cups before, and she'd never expected them to grow any bigger. Now, they were large O's. In time, her burgeoning new fetish had grown into an obsession. She'd bought a pump first, starting to use it to milk herself every day. Usually, she'd have a vibrating wand pressed against her big pussy the entire time her milk was pouring out, watching it spurt from herself with a low moan of arousal coming from her throat. 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