The Family Farm - 10.pdf
The Family Farm - 10/10
Part X
“Are you sure about this, Alana?” Britney asked.
Alana stared at the bottle of pills in her hand, then back at Britney. “Who are you, and what have you done with my boob-obsessed cousin?”
Britney held up both hands. “Hey, hey, don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing I’d love more than to see those babies swell up even bigger and start pumping out milk. But you were so miserable when they were growing before; I just don’t want to see you do something you regret.”
“I don’t know, Britney. This is gonna sound dumb, but… I think it’s fate.”
Britney arched a blonde eyebrow.
Alana said, “I think it’s what I’m meant to do. Even before I knew about our family, I dreamed of having big boobs. I mean, maybe some part of me knew those genes were hiding dormant all those years, but I wanted it so bad. Yeah, I freaked out when they grew so fast, but I’ve gotten used to them. I don’t think I’ll ever love them as much as you do, but they’re part of me. Even at my lowest point, I never hated them. And then being with you… well…” She met Britney’s eyes, then looked away. “I started to accept them, then eventually to really like them. I’m proud of my body, and even though I’m not crazy about being stared at when I go out in public, I love being so big, even for our family. Then all that stuff with Doctor Ann and the ducts and the treatment… It made me feel special. And valuable. Like, not only did these boobs I hoped for all those years finally show up—with a vengeance—but I can use them to help so many women out there. Not just Tina and Casey, but normal women who want to stay sexy and beautiful as they get older.”
Britney laid a hand on her cousin’s shoulder. “I’m really proud of you, Alana. And I’m so glad that you love your incredible body. But that still doesn’t explain why you want to do… this.”
Alana ran a hand gently down the slope of one breast. “I mean… What else are they for? Maybe someday I’ll meet someone and have a baby of my own, but it’s not like I’ll be able to nurse it myself. I can barely reach my own nipples.”
“God, that’s hot…”
Alana shot her a glare. “Anyway, breasts are for making milk, and I bet mine will make a ton. Just like the treatments Tina is using, I can do something good with my body. I can sell the milk to the hospitals so that women who can’t nurse their own babies can still feed them real milk.”
“That’s quite a noble sentiment, though I’d argue that there are plenty of things boobs are good for besides milk.”
“I’d like to do more with mine than just provide enjoyment for you, perv.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who enjoys them.” Britney reached forward, palming a nipple in each hand through Alana’s shirt.
Alana stiffened, her breasts growing tight as she arched her back, letting out a soft whimper.
“I rest my case,” Britney said, drawing her hands back.
Alana stuck her tongue out at her cousin.
Britney said, “Alright, well, if you’re sure, then I’ll support you. No matter what happens. But shouldn’t you talk to Doctor Ann first?”
“I know what she’ll say.”
“And you don’t think that’s a sign that you’re doing something reckless?”
“My mind’s made up,” Alana said, clasping the bottle in both hands. “Besides, if Casey can do it while running fan sites and living in an apartment in the city, surely I can do it living at this farm with an amazing support system.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that. So what’s the plan?”
“I’m supposed to take one pill a day, and it may take up to a month to see results.”
“How many pills are in there?”
“Fifty, it says.”
“Well, hurry up and take one, then. If we sit here talking about you getting bigger for much longer, I’m gonna make a puddle on your sheets.”
***
Britney was even more enthusiastic than usual that night. She murmured and cooed about how big Alana was going to get and suckled on her dry nipples until they both passed out in blissful exhaustion.
The next morning, Alana woke up as hungry as she’d been at the peak of her growth the previous summer. Barb watched with eyebrows raised as Britney loaded up plate after plate for the busty brunette but offered no comment. Within three days, Alana’s bras were getting tight. At the end of a week, Marian informed her that she was past the end of the alphabet; her bust measured over sixty-one inches. When Britney heard that Alana’s breasts were over five feet around, she kept them in bed for so long that they had to change the sheets the next day.
By the tenth day, Alana’s breasts had grown to sixty-five inches. At half an inch per day, they were growing almost as fast as they had when she’d first come to the farm, and it scared her enough to stop taking the pills. Despite Britney’s confidence, Alana had serious doubts about staying mobile while growing that fast. Two days later, her milk came in. And just like her puberty, it came in hard.
Britney knelt in front of Alana, sweeping her hands over the slopes of her breasts and nibbling at her nipple. “So big… you’re getting so big…”
“Will you –ahn– stop saying that!” Alana tried to swat at Britney’s head but couldn’t reach her.
Britney pressed her lips to Alana’s areola, flicking the thumb-size nipple with her tongue, then started sucking. Though nothing came out, Britney’s cheeks pulsed like she had the straw of a particularly thick milkshake between her lips.
Alana whimpered and bit her lip to keep from moaning. “Not –hmm– so hard…”
A tingle pulsed up Alana’s body, radiating from her left nipple inside Britney’s mouth and all the way to her spine. Then another, and another. Her body throbbed in time with the rhythm of Britney’s sucking, then she felt something rumble.
It was like the way her stomach growled before every meal when she was taking the pills, but it wasn’t her stomach growling; it was her breasts.
“Britney… Something’s happening…!” Alana put a hand on each breast and could feel them vibrating. They pulsed and roiled, the pressure against her palms increasing steadily.
Her breasts felt tight—like other times Britney pleasured her—but several times stronger, as if a thousand tiny hands were lovingly stroking the sensitive skin—but from inside. Her back arched, and her hips bucked. She clenched every muscle to keep from orgasming.
The pressure against her hands increased, and Alana could see them swelling. Staring across the crest of her breasts, she watched Britney’s blonde head disappear inch by inch by inch. The tingling pleasure suffusing her globes gradually became pinching pain, the pressure building up inside and screaming for release.
“Britney! Do something!”
Britney brushed her teeth across the length of the nipple in her mouth, now swollen near to shot glass sized, and white stars splashed across Alana’s vision. More powerful than any orgasm Britney had given her, ecstasy rocked through her body as she felt the release start.
“Mmpf!” Britney’s muffled cry was soon followed by rhythmic gulping. A gushing torrent of milk flowed out of Alana’s left breast and down Britney’s throat. The blonde made delighted hums and moans as she drank, driving Alana’s pleasure into the stratosphere.
As the waves of pleasure and relief subsided, Alana felt a trickle of liquid sliding down and tickling her neglected right breast. “Britney,” she gasped, “The other one…”
Britney’s mouth slid off of her left nipple and clamped onto the right. A fresh wave of release crashed into her as the pressure started to relax. But now the left was leaking. Britney swapped back and forth for over twenty minutes, and Alana’s head slumped back onto the pillows, her entire body limp and shuddering as she gave herself over to the euphoria.
When Alana’s flow finally slowed to a trickle, Britney slowly crawled up the bed beside her. The blonde rolled onto her back, her flat stomach domed upward like a woman six months pregnant. Britney cradled her bloated belly with a groan, panting shallow breaths. “That’s it –huff– I don’t think –huff– I can hold any more…”
Britney met her eyes and asked, “How did it feel?”
Alana scoured her mind, still delirious with pleasure, for the words to describe the incredible experience: that flash of ecstasy, followed by the soft bliss of her letdown. The only word that came out was, “Perfect.”
Britney cocked a wry grin. “As much as I’d love to gorge myself on your nectar several times a day, I think I’d literally explode. We should probably find another solution.”
***
After giving her a long lecture on her recklessness, Cindy told Alana that they had breast pumps in the attic and recruited Britney to help her find and clean them. The farm had, of course, housed women who lactated, though there had always been a pregnancy involved. With the two women’s help fastening the straps, Alana’s milk flowed down the tubes and into the plastic tank. Soon, she was filling five quart jars with milk three times a day.
Cindy also insisted that they video call with Doctor Ann. The doctor’s reprimand was as stern as Cindy’s but with the added weight of medical knowledge. Ann insisted that Alana stop taking the pills at once, and Cindy flushed them down the toilet.
The pills had already done their work, however. As if a hormone switch had flipped in Alana’s body, the milk kept coming. Her appetite never went back to normal, either. Once her milk came in, Alana was hungrier than ever. She worried that her older cousins would try and put her on a diet, but she quoted Cindy’s words from last summer to her, and they continued to let her eat her fill.
And so Alana grew, made milk, ate, slept, and grew some more. Excused from physical chores, she focussed on her business work with Annie and prepared for the impending fall semester. She continued her training and workouts, but her breasts were growing so rapidly that she couldn’t build muscle strength fast enough to keep up.
Three months after her milk came in, Alana’s bust measurement passed ten feet. Each enormous orb weighed as much as the rest of her body, and she couldn’t lift them to walk. The family moved her into a larger room and knocked out the wall to the bathroom. She was able to drag them around on the floor and keep some decency but otherwise was completely dependent on Britney and the rest of her family.
***
Britney stood watching as the pumps whirred away, pulsing rhythmically as Alana’s milk ran down the clear tubes. Alana sat in an oversized plush chair with her breasts resting on the floor, still high and firm despite their size. Britney kept drinking some of Alana’s milk, both with her meals and “from the tap,” at least once a day, and the results were starting to show. Britney’s once rail-thin physique filled out into a healthy hourglass. She didn’t gain in her breasts the way Tina did, but as her thigh gap disappeared, hips broadened, and a soft tummy replaced her tiny waist, Britney’s chest filled out into plump DDs.
She rested a hand on Alana’s naked breast. “Hey… are you okay?”
Alana lifted her head from the back of the chair. “Hmm? Why wouldn’t I be?”
A pained expression crossed Britney’s face. “I mean, they’re—you’re so big. I promised you’d be strong enough to keep moving around, and now… now you’re stuck in this room.”
Alana reached for her friend’s hand. “I promise you, I’m good. I told you, this is what I am. Who I was meant to be.”
“An eating machine to fuel a gigantic set of tits?”
Alana smiled softly and ran her hands over as much of her breasts as she could reach. “Mmmhmm… The biggest, most amazing tits ever.”
“No argument here,” Britney said. She walked slowly toward Alana’s front, sliding her hand gently across the vast slope of her right breast as she moved. “You’re bigger than Casey, bigger than Tina, bigger than my entire body!”
“Plus, your body’s not as small as it used to be,” Alana noted.
Britney cupped her breasts, each one just barely overflowing her hands. “I know, right? That milk of yours is healthy A-F.”
Alana chuckled softly. “You’re welcome.”
Britney stepped over one rubber tube and stood at the entrance of Alana’s endless cleavage, leaning a hand against each breast. “I still prefer yours, though.”
A twinkle of mischief glimmered in Britney’s eyes, and she gazed down into the canyon of flesh before her. She slipped the silk nightgown off her head, then pushed against each breast, slowly sliding her naked body between them.
“What are you doing?” Alana asked.
“I want to try something.”
“You’re gonna knock the pumps loose!”
“No, I’m not; just relax.”
Britney worked her way forward until she stood between the highest points of Alana’s mounds. She dropped to her knees, her head dipping lower until it was all Alana could see. The feeling of so much skin against her skin, while the breast pumps made pleasure pulse up her body, made it hard for Alana to focus. She squirmed in her chair. She was trapped, completely at Britney’s mercy, and the thought made heat bloom between her legs.
“Okay, here goes!” Britney curled her body lower, down into the fetal position inside Alana’s cleavage.
Alana gaped as she watched her friend disappear completely. After a few minutes, Britney’s head popped up in front of her face. “Well?”
Alana couldn’t speak. Her breasts were so big that Britney could hide between them. Her most ridiculous fantasy had come true. Her whole body shuddered as she quietly came.
Britney worked her way forward until she was straddling Alana’s lap. Still wedged inside her cleavage, Britney wrapped her arms around Alana and pressed their lips together. “Could you see me at all?”
Alana shook her head.
Britney stroked her hair. “You’re amazing…”
She felt Alana’s stomach rumbling against her own and grinned. “It sounds like my growing girl is hungry.”
“You know,” Alana said, “I read that pussy juice is very high in protein…”
Britney gasped. “Such a dirty mouth… Let’s give it something better to do.”
Alana winced as Britney climbed up out of her cleavage to splay herself across her chest. She slid backward until Alana could wrap a strong hand around each pudgy thigh and press her face between Britney’s legs.
If anyone walked by the locked door of Alana’s room, they might have heard three things: the steady whir and thrum of industrial-strength breast pumps, the suckles and gulps of one girl eating another out, or the whimpers and coos of a girl climaxing while she used a pair of breasts as a waterbed.