MILK UDDERS, part 11

“Fine, because it does you good to have a friend your own age up here,” her mother commented, starting to calm down. “Still, you have to promise me something: no matter what, we’re going to show everyone that our dairy farm is better than theirs at the fair, alright?”

“Count on it.” Bianka couldn’t help but smile proudly. “In fact, I already have some idea about it. I assure you that, by the end of the day, no one will doubt that Zweifrauen Milchhof has the most delicious milk.”

That seemed to calm her mother’s nerves, so Bianka took the opportunity to give her a comforting hug…and immediately exhaled a soft grunt.

“What’s wrong, Schatz?” Sarah asked.

“Nothing,” Bianka said, pulling away and turning around. “Sorry, but I’m not hungry. I’d better go to bed now.”

“But…”

Before her mother could say anything more, the white-haired girl went into her room and closed the door behind her. Stepping in front of your mirror, Bianka began to pull her summer dress over her head with a certain impatience, unable to believe what she had just felt when she had hugged her mother.

It hurt… she recalled, tossing the dress on her bed. Then she saw the reflection of her petite body in her underwear, and she couldn’t believe it. Under her wet white bra, her breasts looked swollen, imprisoned by cups that clearly could no longer contain the two masses of young flesh.

“This is a DD bra!” she mumbled as she grabbed the back clasp of the bra to release her heavy glands. “Why is this squeezing me now?”

When the bra fell to the floor, Bianka could breathe again, but she was still speechless. What she saw on her chest were the largest boobs she had ever seen on her—not even when she ovulated every month had they been that big. Turning her torso to see her profile, Bianka still couldn’t believe the extra volume she was witnessing, with her sweaty and gorgeous teardrop-shaped breasts showing an extra fullness that they definitely hadn’t displayed hours before.

It was not the only surprising change in her bosoms, however, for now that she was standing sideways in front of the mirror, the young milkmaid realized how erect her nipples were. Just as she had been blessed with plump, firm breasts, she had always been endowed with nipples generous in both length and thickness, but what was now throbbing in the center of her mammary glands was beyond the usual. It seemed that even her rough areolas looked somehow smaller, as if the nipples had grown at their expense—or perhaps it was just an optical effect.

Bianka knew she had a tape measure in a drawer somewhere, but before she started looking for it, she noticed something else—something she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed before, something that the astonishing volume of boobs and nipples had distracted from. Here and there, on the smooth, pale skin of her breasts, she could see some reddish bruises. At first she thought they were simply marks left by the tight bra but, taking a step towards the mirror, she could see that the matter was not so simple: something had rubbed her large orbs up and down, left and right, dragging bra and flesh back and forth, and leaving her marked with chafing and abrasions. What had just happened between her breasts and Melania’s jumped back into her mind, the desperate, hard-fought duel of rubbing and shoving replaying in her memory, and she couldn’t help but growl and hiss through her clenched teeth.

“Damn that black cow and her hard tits,” Bianka spat out. She raged knowing she wouldn’t be able to show cleavage for some time—what was a real pain in the ass two days before the cattle fair. “How the hell did it come to this?”

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