All Pumped Up (Fiction)

Today was just a full day of meetings without much time to go pump. As you worked hard all day, your massive breasts worked just as hard producing delicious nourishment for our k**s. You were beyond full by day’s end and you were good and ready to be pumped.

“Oh gawwwwdd...my milk balloons are...are getting bigger. Pushing against my poor bra cups. Ooooooooh,” you moaned as you continued to feel your breasts swell and fill on the ride home. It was safe to say you were felt ready to explode.

Thankfully it didn’t take you long to get home. You carefully slid out of your car, as to not cause any sudden or violent jostling. For any movement would cause the most discomfort. You cradled as much of your enormous bosom as you could as you walked to the front door. Once you entered the house, you made a beeline for the milking room. “Oooh my poor breasts,” you grunted. You quickly took your top off, opening up the flaps of your huge maternity bra, revealing your big, thick, leaking nipples. You didn’t waste any time in applying the breast cups to your overly full boobs. Once the cups were fastened to your gigantic titties, you turned on the machine, sat back in your milking chair and enjoyed the feeling of soft suction.

Then after about 5 minutes, the machine suddenly clicked and turned off. But before you could check it to see what the problem was, it suddenly turned back on. It emitted a loud whirring sound and you felt this powerful pressure upon your already sore and sensitive nipples. “What the heck?!” you chimed.

You tried your best to pull the cups off but they wouldn’t budge. The more you pulled on the cups, the tighter the cups became around your breasts. You felt the pressure increase. Instead of milk being pumped from your breasts, milk was being pumped into your breasts. You watched your boobs rapidly expand from the tremendous pressure getting forced into your giant mammaries.

“No no no no no! Getting too full!” you yelled as you felt more and more and more milk getting pumped into your tits. You kept tugging and tugging and tugging, but still cups held tight upon your milk balloons. More and more milk was continuing to be crammed into your tits. You had no choice but to sit there and take it. Your breasts were getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger with no end in sight.

“Noooooo…..please…..stop!” you begged the machine. But then you felt another, powerful, strong injection of fluid into your breasts, nearly making you faint. Worry now turned into panic. No one was there to help. “This is it! I’m gonna explode!” you cried. Then just as quickly as the machine turned on, it suddenly turned off. And the cups just suddenly popped off. But the damage was done. You were left with boobs as big as beachballs and full of milk. You rubbed the sides of your mammoth globes, feeling just how taut they were. Nearly as hard as rocks. You were packed to the brim with milk. You tried to squeeze them to hopefully force the milk out, but it did was make your boobs feel worse.

“Why why why?” you asked yourself.

“Because it was fun,” you heard a familiar voice say. You looked around to see if you could find the source of the voice. You didn’t see anyone. “Up here,” the voice said. You looked up to see to the one person you should have known was behind this mishap.

“CHORISH!! I should have known,” you said, clearly angry with his antics.

“I missed you. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other,” he grinned. He vanished in a purple mist, then reappeared next to you. He pressed his smallish hands upon your flesh blimps, seemingly pleased with his creation. “Wow you’re really full.”

“Of course I am! You did this! Why?!”

“Why not? I’ve always loved watching you grow. Not to brag but, I think this may be my best work,” he smiles.

“Get this milk out of me!” you demanded.

“Awww I thought you loved being full. Freddy I know loves it,” he said.

“Yes, Freddy loves me nice and full. But he doesn’t want me in any discomfort,” you told him. You gently rubbed the tops of your extremely elephantine milk bombs, feeling the milk inside. “Look what you did to me.”

Chorish just simply chuckled to himself. “You’re so dramatic. Don’t worry when Freddy returns he’ll relieve you of your tasty load.”

“Freddy won’t be here for another week. I can’t wait that long. Please Chorish, milk me,” you begged.

“Sorry sweetheart but I set it up so your precious Freddy would be the one to milk you.”

“What?! No!” you cried out.

“Don’t worry, Freddy will be here before you know it. In the meantime, this should help you.” Chorish placed his hands upon your tremendous wide tits. Then you suddenly heard a hissing sound. Your breasts began to expand once again but they started to feel lighter.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Filling them up with a little air. This should take some of the weight off,” he explained. After about five minutes, he stopped. You now had even bigger titties full of air and milk. “There you go! Now have fun!” he said before disappearing.

“Damn you Chorish!” you cursed. Though you hated what he did and how he did it, a part of you was glad he did it. Though you had freakishly colossal melons just throbbing to be milked, you were actually willing to wait. But how much bigger would you be by then? You had no choice but to wait.

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