Milk, Milk, Milk

“You’re so cute, offering to help me carry my groceries up to my apartment. Thanks!”

“No problem. Are you hosting a party or something? This is a lot of milk for just one person.”

“No, I, uh, just really like milk.” She fumbled with her keys at the door for a moment, then stepped inside. “Just put it on the counter.”

“There, all set. Now, is there anything else I can…”

She stood in her living room, heedlessly chugging from a gallon container of milk. Within seconds, the plastic jug was completely empty, and she lowered it and exhaled.

“Oooooh, that feels good…” she moaned. “Do you want to know why I love milk so much?”

“I’m guessing it’s not just the taste?”

“Mmm, well, it does taste amazing… but no, it’s because of the wonderful effect it has on my big, bouncy breasts here. Can you see it?” Indeed, as she grabbed her breasts through her shirt and squeezed, they were visibly growing larger and heavier, swelling up from within her tank top.

“Want to grab another gallon for me?” She asked, trying to look bashful and merely achieving ‘sultry’. “I promise you’ll get to play along…”