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This story was inspired by an article in Men's Health magazine 'Hormone kit that lets men breastfeed could be available soon'. You can google it. The article suggests that 'a hormone kit that lets fathers breastfeed when their partner is struggling could be available in as little as five years.' And that 'Side-effects for men will include growing breasts. In fact, the breasts could grow to the size of a B cup.' ***** When you're getting older, you learn to let go and accept the things as they are. At least it was my case. When I was young, I was dreaming about starting my own family. In my dreams, it was always a traditional family; the wife was staying at home with our children and cooked our dinners. She waited for me, the breadwinner, to come from work. She was always waiting for me with a smile, wearing a dress or long skirt, and keeping our youngest child in her hands. She might frown at me a little if I come late after drinking beer with my friends, but she always forgave me as soon as I gave her a kiss. Our home was smelled of homemade food and full of happy noises and children's laughter. Everybody loved me. Our daughter looked exactly like my beautiful wife and helped her cook, and our son looked like a copy of me and was waiting to play a sport or go fishing with me. Well, I ended up living in a high-rise building and married to a bi- sexual woman that didn't care about children. My wife, Linda, worked as a financial consultant, and she earned a few times more than me. She never cooked, she hated wearing skirts, and most of the time, it was me who was waiting for her to come after work. The most frustrating nights where when she was staying with her lesbian lover Mary and I was left alone. I never considered Mary as a competition. I knew about her when I was getting married to Linda, and at that time, I imagined that all three of us would end up in one bed. Mary looked like a close relative of Linda. The same hight, the same athletic body with small breasts. Even the hairstyle was similar, but Mary was blond, and Linda's hear dark. They knew each other for many years and were working at the same corporation. When we were getting married, I imagined that Mary will be a good friend to me too, and eventually, we will have a threesome. That never happened. It turned out Mary hated me and even said that it was she who should be married to Linda. Some aspects of our life were great. Linda was a wonderful, intelligent person. We enjoyed our financial freedom. The view from our apartments was breathtaking, and Linda supported me in my hobby of retro cars. The only old dream that I wasn't able to let go of was the children. I accepted that we are not going to have a big traditional family, but I was still hoping that we are going to have at least one child. "Nine months of pregnancy? One year of breastfeeding? It's like a jail sentence!" Linda used to say each time I was trying to raise the question. "Baby, you can't earn all the money in the world, and we are not getting any younger!" "You know that I value my freedom, above all else!" And I knew better than continue unless I wanted Linda to leave me a spend a week with Mary. Linda considered her personal freedom, a sacred subject that can't be even discussed. Otherwise, our relationship was good. Linda enjoyed sex, and she was able to have multiple orgasms. I loved her well-trained body and never been able to have enough of her. I was always frustrated when she was spending time with Mary. Once Linda suggested that she wouldn't mind if I will have a male lover when she is away. But it wasn't an option for me as I was not bi-sexual; even thinking about having sex with a man was making me feel nausea. ***** Linda's body was great, but her breasts were rather small to my liking. Big breasts always fascinated me. A woman can wear male clothes and shave her hair, but give her a pair of big boobs, and it will be screaming to the world, 'I'm a female! My body is designed to have sex, give birth, and feed a child!'. I heard that it's not comfortable for a woman to have big breasts as it can restrict the movements, nothing will fit, and men will tend to stare at it. But even this sounded sexy to me. Once I overheard a woman complaining that she had enjoyed running when she was young, but she had to give it up when her breasts grew big. I was getting horny when I heard the story. Her body made it impossible to even pretend to be an independent, self-sustaining person. She wasn't able to run, not to mention fighting or building things, and she needed to belong to someone. Of course, it wasn't entirely true. In the modern world, you don't have to be able to fight or build a house to be an independent and successful person. Anyway, it was a part of my erotic fantasies, don't blame me for it. Linda caught me more than once, checking women with big breasts. And she knew about my porn collection, which included only big breasted actress. Once I asked Linda if she would consider implants. She reacted by saying that it was me who needed breast implants, so I will be 'cured of my fixation.' ***** "I'm pregnant," Linda announced to me one Sunday morning. "What?" "I'm pregnant! You knocked me up!" I froze in shock, not sure how to react. A wild mix of emotions assaulted my mind. I felt happy, I felt confused and even afraid at the same time. All of a sudden, the news I was hoping to hear for so long made me afraid. Suddenly I was scared of the responsibilities and that our comfortable lifestyle, we were so accustomed to, was over. "Say something!" Linda demanded. "I'm so happy!" I managed to say with a shaky voice and had my hands out, inviting Linda foe a hug. "You bastard!" she cried and slapped me across my face instead of hugging. "I was asking you for one thing! Just one thing!" Linda tried to slap me again, but I blocked her hand, jumped out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. "If I lose my job, what are we going to do?" Linda cried again, chasing me. I managed to run to the bathroom and close the door just a second before her. "I tell you what I'm going to do!" She cried while kicking the door. "I'm going to sell your bloody collection of old junk!" I didn't answer, and she continued to shout and to kick the door. It felt bad because there was truth in what Linda was saying. She was an excellent provider to our small family, and I worked only part-time and was enjoying my life. I liked to listen to my collection of high-quality music, buy things, or drive around in my Ford Mustang 1967. I was so accustomed to this life, I wasn't even sure I was capable of working full time anymore. I heard a laud crush and then another one. "Oh, no!" A cry escaped me, as Linda continued to smash my musical collection. ***** Half of my collection was lying on the floor, some records broken. Linda was sitting on the floor, sobbing. I sat next to her and hugged her shoulders, and she looked at me with her eyes full of tears. "We have to get rid of it!" she said. "Don't say it, baby!" I answered, feeling like crying myself. "There is no other way!" She answered with determination. "I can work pregnant, but I can't nurse in the office! We are not that kind of a company!" "We can find a solution. We can hire someone to look after the child, and you can continue working," I replyed and saw that my words made her think. ***** Later the same day, Linda calmed down and called Mary. I hear her complain about the situation, but then she asked me to go and pick up some food, and I've got a feeling she didn't want me to hear what they've been discussed. I was going to pick up some good wine for dinner when I remembered that wine may be off-limit for Linda for the next couple of years, and I felt sorry for her. On the way back, there was a maternity store and stopped looking at the window. A mannequin featured a lovely summer dress with a space for a big belly. Linda was always joking about it that she doesn't have a desire to look like a hippo. But even then, I didn't believe she was completely honest about it. She was always a good person, and I was sure that somewhere dip inside, she wanted to be a mother. She was just too afraid of losing her freedom, and she needed help, my help! I bought flowers and run to our apartment, feeling determined to do the right thing. ***** "Babby, we can do it!" I said with enthusiasm while chewing the food at the same time. "I'm ready to do anything to keep our family afloat! I can work full time again, and I will work hard!" Linda didn't answer me but starred back coldly. "You will see! I can do a lot for our family! We may suffer temporary setbacks, but we will get through!" "What kind of setbacks are you talking about?" "Well ... our apartment may be too expensive for us. And your Hawaii vacation may be out of the question for a couple of years or so. But ..." "No!" Linda didn't let me finish, and I froze too afraid to ask the question. "I will keep the child but with one condition. We will share the responsibilities!" "Sure! I will work fulltime and..." "No!" Linda cut me short again. "Do you have any idea how hard it's to find a high paid job now?" "I ... I can..." I tried to find an answer. "My degree..." "Nobody cares about your degree! You were doing nothing last five years. To keep our lifestyle, I need to keep my job, and you will be nursing!" "But Linda, the child, will need to breastfeed the first year. It is important." "Exactly! You will breastfeed!" "What?" "Mary said that it can be arranged. You will have to take hormones, and your breasts need to be stimulated every day. Nine months from now, you will be ready. And it's only fair that you will take the responsibility of the nursing!" "Breasts? It's not possible!" "Mary said it's possible, and I trust her." "And how I will look with brests? How I'm supposed to go swimming with it?" "Marry said it will be reversible. And you just said that you would do anything for our family! Sure, you can survive without swimming!" Linda said with determination. "You were asking me to give up my lifestyle, to give up my freedom! Alright, I will give birth, but you will be nursing from day one, and it's fair!" ***** It was pointless to argue with Linda when she was so determined. I didn't believe that her plan was workable anyway and decided to buy some time before I find a way to change her mind. She made me swallow two tablets of Domperidone before going to bed, and I fall asleep wondering what anti-sickness medicine has to do with Linda's plan. The next day Linda brought some new drugs and asked me to take my shirt off. "What are you going to do?" Linda didn't answer me, but opened a box and took out something I wasn't able to recognize. "What is it?" "It is a double electric milk pump. The best money can buy." "And what I'm supposed to do with it?" "You need to apply it to your pathetic nipples a few times a day. Thirty minutes one session." "Are you serious? What for?" "It will stimulate your chest by emulating sacking. Your rudimental milk ducts will react to the stimulation and will start to grow." "But ..." "There are no buts!" Linda replied sharply. "We already discussed it! I have morning sickness and soon will look like a pig, and it's your responsibility! All you have to do is to take your medicine and apply the pump." I didn't know how to answer and took my shirt off. I felt stupid with the pump attached to my chest. But at that time, I was sure that the gentle sucking is not going to do anything to my male chest. **** It was Friday night when she did it for the first time. We just returned from a restaurant, and Linda watched me swallow the tablets and sit with the pump as usual. Afterward, we watched a late-night show sitting side by side when I suddenly felt that she put one hand under my t-shirt and squeezed my nipple. Slowly she raised my shirt and applied her lips to the free nipple and started to suck hard. "What are you doing?" I asked in surprise, but Linda didn't answer. Instead of an answer, she put her free hand in my pants and started to stroke me gently. My cock sprang to attention, and I moaned with pleasure. Never before I was stimulated that way, the combination of her tongue on my nipple and her hand on my cock got me highly aroused. Suddenly I felt Linda simultaneously squeezed my nipple hard and bit another one with her teeth. "Ouch!" I screamed, but she stopped immediately and continued to stroke me gently. She kept me highly aroused, but she bites my nipples painfully each time I was getting close to coming. I was not sure how long it continued, but when she finally let me come, my chest was very sore. "What was that?" I asked when I stopped to moan and was able to talk again. "Nothing. I just felt your nipples deserve extra attention," she answered with a smile and touched her belly. "They are going to work hard for us." She continued by saying that she is appreciating what I was preparing to do for the family. And I felt flattered and enjoyed the afterglow of one of the most fabulous orgasms I ever have. Starting from that night, Linda was always stimulating my nipples each time we were getting intimate. She even bought a collection of nipples toys. I wasn't sure why, as most of the toys were too big for my male nipples. Once she applied vacuum suction cups on my nipples and started to increase the vacuum until it was so painful, I began to protest. She started to stimulate my cock immediately, making me forget about suction cups. And when I come, she asked me to give her head while wearing the cups. So much attention to my nipples felt weird. Still, I didn't mind and even enjoyed it, totally unaware of where it was going to lead. ***** One day, when as usual, Linda was working, and I stayed at home and tried to relax, something was irritating me. There was a good book, but it was impossible to concentrate. Switching to TV and browsing the channels did nothing to help. My chest felt itchy, and I scratched it absentmindedly again and again when suddenly I felt something under the fingers. A shock of realization made me run to the bathroom. Studying my chest was never a priority for me, so either it grew slowly unnoticed or grew suddenly overnight. Anyway, there it was, two small cons of flesh and enlarged nipples. It looked radically female; it looked like it belongs to a teenage girl. "No!" I screamed in frustration. The perspective of growing tits was an abstract idea that never seemed real to me before. But there it was, two cons of flash, too small to be called 'breasts, but also too feminine to be called 'chest'. "No way! No fucking way!" I cried again, grabbing my phone and calling Linda. She didn't answer, but I called again and again, before throwing my phone in frustration. I was happy the phone wasn't broken when Linda called me back in a few minutes. It was a video call, and I saw her standing in a restroom. "What's going on?" "What's going on? I will show you what's going on!" I screamed in frustration and directed the camera to my chest. "You see?" I heard a happy, "Yes!" and then I heard a sound of a screenshot taken. "What are you doing?" I screamed, returning the screen to my face. "I will share it with Mary! We will celebrate today! Finally, some progress!" "Linda! I'm growing fucking tits!" "Don't even start it! We already discussed it many times," was her cold answer. She turned the camera to her enlarged belly before continuing. "You want to keep it? Then we will continue with the plan. In the evening, I will check that you were using the pump. Don't even think about skipping it!" ***** I paced our apartment, unable to stop and unable to think. My hand was scratching the chest, and I was taking it back disgusted, only to scratch it again a few minutes later. "I'm a man! I can't! It's impossible!" I was shouting in frustration when someone opened the door of the apartment. It was Juana, our cleaning lady. "Good day!" she greeted me cheerfully as usual, but I just nodded and turned away quickly, hoping she didn't notice the cons under my t-shirt. I took my phone with two hands and kept in front of my chest, pretending to look at something. And when Juana started to clean, I quickly walked outside. ***** There was a supermarket at a walking distance, and I walked in, hoping to buy some baggy sweater to hide the cons. Keeping the phone in front of my chest and pretend to check the screen all the time was highly uncomfortable. I was able to find a couple of items that were baggy enough to work. I took it and started to look for beer. I was never a beer person, but I wanted to take away the tension, and there was no way I was going to visit our liquid store looking like this. "Stop it!" an elderly saleswoman suddenly said to me. "What?" "You are scratching your chest in public. Stop it!" she said, looking at me strictly. "Follow me," she commanded and turned around. I followed, feeling like I'm a schoolboy who did something bad. She took me to another part of the store. "Take it," she ordered, giving me a tube of cream. "When my daughter started to grow breasts, she was so itchy she had to skip school. But this cream is the best. Apply it in the morning and keep it with you in case you will need more." I managed to say, "Thank you," and I put on the baggy sweater as soon as it was paid. ***** "Show it!" Linda demanded. "No! Why you have to invite Mary?" "We like a family anyway, and it was her idea! She deserves to see the result." Linda comes home early, and she invited Mary. They bought Linda's favorite seafood and were in the mood to celebrate 'my result'. "Drink some beer; it's good for you and help you relax," Mary said. "And please, baby, take off this awful sweater!" Linda added. I finished my beer, put the mug on the table, gave Mary a look and reluctantly took the sweater off. And it was no more than a second later when Linda raised my t-shirt, exposing my bare chest. "Oh, my! It grew so suddenly!" Linda cried happily while holding my t- shirt up. "And look at the marks, he was using the pump today, good boy!" "Or should we call him a good girl from now on?" Mary added with a smirk. I was about to say something back to Mary when Linda started to shake. She dropped on the floor and vomited violently. ***** "No more seafood!" Mary said, looking concerned. "Trust me, I have a medical degree. It was a bad case of 'morning sickness,' nothing to worry about, but starting from now only homemade food, please." Linda was lying on the sofa, pale and keeping her hands on the belly. Seeing Linda suffering like this made me forget about my problems. "Alex, can you cook?" Mary asked me. "I think I can. It's been a while, but I can learn it again." "Good. Please make sure to cook everything thoroughly, nothing raw. Choose the products carefully. It's very important for Linda and the child." It was decided that Marry will stay with Linda to support her. I agreed with the idea and voluntarily moved to the spare room that night. Little did I knew that Mary will never leave. ***** When I was a child, I often cooked for myself and my sister because our mother was working late. I knew the basics and was set to learn the rest from the Internet. It was good to keep my head occupied and stop worrying about Linda and the future. Linda felt better the next day but asked Mary to stay with us for a while. I liked the idea at that time. It felt good to have a medic who was ready to help. A few days passed, and I started to fall into the routine. The baggy sweater was on, and I was going shopping for food. Then I was back home and cooking. It took a lot of time because I was still learning and I have to prepare dinner and a takeaway lunch, so Linda doesn't have to go to her company cafe. And since I was preparing food for Linda, it felt natural that I was also making it for Mary. A message biped one day, it was Mary. "Can you make me an avocado salad for dinner?" she asked, and I answered without thinking, "Sure." But it felt strange. I wondered if Mary was getting too comfortable leaving with us. ***** The breasts. It wasn't just 'cons' anymore. The nipples, the areolas, everything grew quickly. I was trying to avoid looking at it, but I have to apply the cream to it several times a day. And each passing day, my hands found more and more flash under my shirt. Considering the growth rate, it was obvious that, in a week or two, the sweater was not going to work anymore. How was I supposed to go outside? I decided to finally have the talk with Linda when Mary is not around. ***** It was more than a week since we were having sex, and Linda knew that I needed it. She came to my room after dinner and started to kiss me slowly. "Linda." "What, my love?" she asked and kissed me again. "They are getting too big!" I complained and removed my t-shirt. "You are so fast!" she said and laughed happily. "It's getting too big, I can't ..." But Linda didn't let me finish. She put her mouth on my left nipple and squeezed the right nipple with her fingers. "Ouch!" I screamed, attacked by a wild combination of pain and pleasure. Linda sucked my nipple aggressively, then bit it, then pulled it painfully before switching to another nipple. Her hands cupped my breasts and massaged them at the same time. Moan escaped my mouth as I was gasping for air. Linda was never so aggressive before. She was literally making love to me by attacking my sensitive breasts like a wild beast. My breasts were massaged, kissed, rubbed, licked, sucked, bitted. And I remained totally passive and only moaned aloud. It was an absolutely new experience for me. My freshly grown breasts were extremely sensitive. The stimulation, combined with the feeling of having no control over it, got me extremely aroused. For a moment, I was trying to comprehend it and kept my eyes open wide, but then I closed my eyes and gave myself to the feeling. My cock spasmed not long after it, and I come. ***** "You should be proud of yourself," Linda said while was stroking my hair. "...?" "Not every woman can come by breast stimulation only, and you did it." "Breast stimulation only?" "Yes. I wasn't touching your cock, and yet you come like a horse!" "But Linda, I'm a man!" I protested weakly. "So what? Consider it as an adventure, a lifetime experience. Was it so bad?" I kept silent too ashamed to admit that it was a mindblowing orgasm. "You also was always so fixated on big breasts. I see no harm if you learn what it's like to have them." Linda started to leave me when I offered to return the favor or have a 'normal way'. "There will be no 'normal way' for a while," she answered. "Why?" "It can be dangerous for the child, we should wait for the birth," Linda replied. "As for my needs, Mary is waiting for me." I understood that it can be dangerous for the child, and that sex with Mary was probably safer now. But it felt strange and sad to be left alone while they were going to have sex in the master bedroom. ***** The breasts continued to grow, forcing me to buy bigger clothes to go outside. I was getting more and more frustrated with every passing day. Walking out was an awful experience. I felt movement on my chest when I was walking. The nipples were sore from touching the fabric of the shirt. And I was always afraid someone will recognize me and see that I have boobs. But every time I was trying to discuss it, Linda just dismissed me. One day I decided that I have enough and started to complain as soon as Linda and Marry come home. "It's a girl!" Linda cried without answering me. "What?" "I did an ultrasound today. It's a girl." Linda gave me a printed dark picture of a small creature, and I stared at it with my mounts open wide. We spent the rest of the day talking about the name. We ended up saying different names and checking the baby's reaction. "Amelia?" No reaction. "Sophia?" No reaction. "Emma?" No reaction. "Olivia?" The surface of the belly moved visibly. "Are you, Olivia?" The belly moved again. "She wants to be, Olivia!" We cheered and celebrated. And I was too excited to remember what I was going to discuss. Next time I was going to discuss it, Linda felt stomach pain, and I was too worried to talk about anything else. ***** It was Juana, our cleaning lady who pushed me over the edge. I was listening to music in my favorite hi-res headphones. And when I'm listening to my music, I tend to lay on the sofa, close my eyes and enjoy it. That time I opened my eyes and saw Juana standing in front of me and starring with her mouths open wide. The t-shirt I was wearing did nothing to hide my breasts, and it was embarrassing as hell. "I can't take it anymore!" I screamed at the phone. "I want my body back!" "Take a breath!" Linda ordered me. "What happened?" "Juana! She saw my ... she saw my ... my breasts!" "Alright, honey, take it easy. I will cancel the service. You can do the cleaning, you are staying home all the time anyway." "But ... but ..." I tried to complain, still hyperventilating. "No buts! You want your old life back? So do I." And she canceled the call. ***** At first, I was happy that Juana will not disturb me again. At least I was able to relax, not worrying about her walking in and gawking at my breasts. But then cleaning was added to the list of my responsibilities: cleaning, shopping, cooking, ironing shirts, and blouses. The dull shores kept me occupied for the whole day. And that was good to keep my mind occupied. "I'm feeling like I'm leaving with mom again," said Mary one day when we finished dinner, and I started to clean the table. "We don't go anywhere. We eat homemade food every day. And my blouse is ironed every morning," Mary continued and stretched. "Alex, you such a good mom!" They both giggled, and I walked away with the dishes, feeling humiliated. ***** My breasts grew so big it distracted me all the time. It was difficult to sleep, it was difficult to walk. But the worst part was when I needed to bent over, the heavy breasts swayed back and forth. I felt humiliated even without anyone looking at me. I didn't dare go outside, as no sweater was able to hide my problem, and I was ordering all food online. "Alex, you need a bra." "No way!" "You make such a big thing about it! We need to cut your hair and buy you some blouse. You will see, nobody is going to give you a second glance. You will have to walk with the child anyway." "You messed my body, but I'm not going to wear women's clothes! You will not be able to talk me into it!" I stopped talking when I noticed that Linda and Mary were staring at my chest. "What?" I asked before looking down. Two wet circles were clearly visible against my nipples, and they were getting bigger. That evening I started to lactate, and that broke my defenses. Seeing a liquid leaking from my nipples made it impossible to ignore the fact that I was turned into a baby feeding machine. It wasn't real milk yet, the liquid was too light, but already the next day, it becomes real milk. Mary measured my chest and informed me that I needed not just a bra, but a special bra for feeding mothers. "It's not a question of comfort anymore, it's a question of hygiene," she added, and I just nodded, having no spirit to argue anymore. The next day they brought me my first bra and a lot of other clothes, including dresses and skirts. I needed help to fasten my first bra. And as soon as it was on, my male ego was defeated ultimately. My big breasts were put in front of me, making my body looking undoubtfully female. I didn't even argue when they asked me to put on a blouse. Trying to look like a woman was my only hope if I was ever going to venture outside. "Why, skirt? You never wear skirts themself," I complained weakly. "Because you have no hips. A good skirt can hide it." I put on the skirt for the first time, and it felt strange. Linda and Marry were delighted. They asked me to try the dress and giggled again when I struggled with putting my first dress on. It was difficult for me to put it pass my breasts. When I finally managed, the dress was to the side and needed to be adjusted. Linda and Mary started to laugh aloud. Suddenly Linda stopped to laugh and gasped. A small poodle of liquid was on the floor. ***** It was a premature birth, and they kept Linda and Olivia for a week in the hospital. I was worrying sick. I didn't care about breasts, lactation, or that I have to wear women's clothes. All I wanted is to see Linda and Olivia back home. When they finally come home, I was overjoyed. Mary asked me to calm down before handing me Olivia and instructed me how to keep her in my hands. "What are you waiting for?" I looked at her, not understanding what she was trying to say. "Feed her, she is hungry!" I opened my bra and revealed the nipple, but nothing happened. "Squeeze some milk and touch her lips with the nipple." I did as Mary instructed, and Olivia latched immediately and started to suck hungrily. ***** Already the next day Linda returned to work and I was left alone with Olivia. The small creature that totally depended on me. She needed to be fed, she needed to be cleaned. She demanded attention and liked to be lulled to sleep. The fact that we were alone most of the day and that I was breastfeeding Olivia did something to me. I wasn't alone anymore. I used to have a good relation with my wife, Linda, and a few friends, but that was not even close. I felt connection only a mother can feel, and I was changing. I stopped to take hormones. For some reason, breasts were still growing, but I didn't complain, Olivia needed my milk. And my daughter needed me to walk her outside. I was taken to a beauty salon where my hair was dyed blonde and curled. There was no objection from my site even when they decided on permanent makeup and to have my ears pierced. All I was able to think about was, "It's taking so long! Olivia needs to be fed!" ***** The special connection I was having with Olivia was bliss I never imagined possible. I accepted the things as they are and just enjoyed the experience. My only concern was that Mary was still lived with us and that Linda started to avoid me. I was getting sexually frustrated. Masturbation didn't help. It was even difficult to get hard. They started to go out almost every night and I wast left at home to nurse Olivia. But the last drop was when Linda announced that she and Mary will fly to Hawaii to have a short vacation. "So you going to have a vacation, sex and enjoy life. And I will be left alone again?" I asked, feeling angry. "What do you want, Alex? You know Olivia is too small to travel, and you need to take care of her," Linda answered. "We can take you with us, it's too early for her to fly." It was difficult for me to argue when she was using Olivia as an argument. The next morning they were gone, and I cried long and hard. ***** It's got worse when they got back from Hawaii. It was obvious that something happened back there. Mary and Linda shared a secret, and there were half-muted giggles, and there were hints I didn't understand. Olivia provided great comfort and high meaning for my life. But, at the same time, sexual frustration was building up. "Do you still love me?" I asked Linda when Mary was away. "Sure, baby, I love you!" she replied without hesitation. "But why you avoiding me?" "I'm not avoiding you!" "When the last time we were having sex?" Linda didn't answer me but looked embarrassed. "Say something!" I demanded, feeling like crying. "You don't want me anymore?" "I love you, honey." She answered, sounding apologetic. "It's just ... I already have a lesbian lover." "So what?" "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" "Why?" She half dragged me to the mirror instead of answering. "Look at yourself!" Linda ordered. "Look and yourself, and tell me you look like a man." I wasn't spending too much time in front of the mirror. I was combing my hair and was applying lip gloss before coming outside. And when my ears healed, I started to wear hoop earrings. It all aimed to complete the image, blend in, and not draw any unnecessary attention. All we needed is to walk and shop in peace. But I wasn't studying my image or the changes that were happening to my face. "Look how soft you are! You are so female, so ... so mommy," Linda said and bit her lip. "Sorry, Alex, you were right; we are getting too far with it." I was too stunned to answer. For the first, my mind registered all the changes. My face and shoulders looked soft and rounded; I looked undoubtfully female. Olivia's cry took me out of the stupor. I ran to her, took her in my hands, and pressed against my ample breasts. "Let's switch Olivia to the formula and get you back in shape," Linda offered. "No! My daughter needs milk," I said, determined. ***** It was Christmas eve, and we decided to rent a cottage in the mountains. It was mentioned to me that Mary will bring a friend. I didn't mind it, but I expected to see a female friend. Linda was driving most of the rime, and I was sitting behind with Olivia in a cradle. When we finally arrived Mary was already there, and so her friend - a big muscular man with name David. I hated him from the first glance. I hated him not because he did something wrong, but because I always envied such men. Everything looked easy for him. It was easy for him to stay in good shape. It was easy for him to attract women. And I suspected that he was able to keep going all night long without losing his charming smile. We were introducing, and I felt awkward. And the glances David shared with Linda made me suspect that they already knew each other. I was a bit surprised when David offered his help with cooking our first dinner. I was accustomed to Linda and Mary waiting for me to do all the shores. I accepted the help only to learn that even cooking was easy for him. "My father always taught me that men are better at cooking meat," he said, cutting the meat and then stopping. "Sorry! I didn't mean that you ..." It felt awkward, and we finished the preparation in silence. ***** I kept my silence during the dinner, but Linda, Mary, and David were drinking wine, chatting, and laughing happily. I wasn't listening, but I heard David mentioned Hawaii. "Wait a moment!" I interrupted. "You know each other from Hawaii?" It was a second or two of silence before Mary answered, "Yes, I met there with David." But that seconds of silence tells me more than I was wishing to know. ***** It was late at night when Olivia woke me up. She wanted to eat, and I gave her my breast. I was still half asleep when I realized that I can hear Linda moaning. She was always crying aloud when she was having an orgasm. "Aaaaah! Yes! Aaaah! David!" I heard her cry, and I gasped with horror. I wanted to run to their room to do something, but Olivia cried pitifully, forcing me to sit back and calm down. ***** The next morning Linda and Mary looked happy but were fidgeting all the time when sitting. "David, do you have to use my backdoor every time?" Marry asked. "You are too big for me! I can't sit straight today." I looked at Linda, but she looked away and blushed. ***** I cried hard in my room. When tears dried, I started to plan to divorce Linda as soon as we get home. I wondered if the court would consider breastfeeding as an argument to keep Olivia with me. "Alex, what's wrong?" Linda asked later the same day. "Nothing," I answered, looking away. "I forgot my milk pump, we need to buy one." It was true. I produced more milk than Olivia was able to consume, and I needed to use the pump a few times a day. A dull ache of overflowed breasts was only adding to my unhappiness. "You know what, we were going to the city with Mary. We need to buy ... something." She trailed away at the end of the phrase. "I will buy your new pump, don't worry." ***** I saw Mary and Linda drove away. There was some kind of a secret why they needed to go shopping so suddenly, but I didn't care. Snow started to fall, and David was skiing. It was good to be left alone with Olivia. "You will never betray me?" I asked my daughter and cried. ***** The snow was falling and falling. And David returned, looking worrying. "I'm not sure they will be able to return." "What do you mean?" "With the wind from the west, we can be cut off for days. I was trying to call them, but there is no signal." I didn't answer. My breasts were aching more and more demanding relieve. "What's wrong?" David asked. "Nothing. I just need to milk my breasts." "Can I help?" "No!" I almost screamed back at him and left to my room. ***** David's prediction turned to be accurate, we were cut off. He said that we should not worry about Mary and Linda as they were safe in the city and will be able to come back as soon as the wind will stop and the road will be cleaned. We have plenty of food, and David was keeping us warm with burning wood in the fireplace. But I was struggling with having too much milk. I tried to massage my breasts, but it did little to help. The dull pain in my breasts forced me to stay awake all night. I tried to remember how to massage my breasts to release the milk. I found a big bowl in the kitchen, position it on the sofar, and stood on my hands and knees with breasts hanging directly over the bowl. I tried to massage my breasts to release the milk. The milk started to leak, but I was getting tired quickly. The sleep deprivation and the tiredness made me fall asleep on the sofa next to the bowl. I woke up with a pleasant sensation of my breast being sucked off. "Yes!" I said and touched the head latched to my nipple. Half-asleep, I expected to feel Linda's smooth face, but instead found David's stubble. "What are you doing?" I cried, jumping out and trying to cover the breasts with my hands at the same time. "I was trying to help!" answered David. "You were moaning so loud!" "Pervent!" I shouted at him and ran to my room. Olivia was asking for attention, but I was too agitated and decided to walk outside to calm down. "Where are you going?" David asked, but I didn't even look at him. "Be careful outside!" I heard him saying before I slum the door. ***** It was afternoon, but fresh snow made everything look bright. Wind still blew, and it was difficult to see. I fastened my puffy jacket and walked toward the road or the direction where it was supposed to be. All I wanted was to have a walk and calm down. But each step was difficult to take. The wind was blowing mercifully, snow was blinding, and in a few minutes, I started to doubt where I was going. Yet, I felt too proud to return to the cottage and decided to continue. One second I was standing there, and the next I was falling. Then I felt pain. I wasn't sure how long I was out, but it was dark, and it was impossibly cold when the conscious returned. Everything was cold. I tried to hug myself, but it was nearly impossible to move. I was freezing. The mind was filled with pain and desire to sleep. Suddenly something disturbed my mind. Omelia! She will starve without me! I have to get back! I nearly succeeded with standing up when a sharp pain in my leg flashed like lighting and sent me back to the unconscious. ***** David put me in front of the fireplace and made me drink mulled wine. He tried to check my leg, but I wanted to feed Olivia first. Olivia sucked hungrily, and I felt the flaw of my milk. I smiled despite the pain in my leg. "It didn't disappear!" I cried and looked at David. "What didn't disappear?" "My milk!" I answered. David looked at me with an odd look. ***** David was looking for me when I didn't return, but there was nearly no chance to find when snow was falling and wind not stopping. It was my attempt to stand up that saved me. I cried in pain before losing consciousness, and David was able to locate me before I was covered with snow. He was carrying me back in his hands. The leg was not broken, just dislocated, and David knew what to do with it. The next day it was still painful, but I was able to walk. ***** "David?" I asked, knocking in his door. "Yes, Alex, come in." I walked in, and he put away a book he was reading. "Can you help me with ... with milk?" I asked hesitantly. "Sure! What should I do?" Reluctantly I took off my sweater and blouse and unfastened the bra. I put the bowl on the floor and stood on my hands and knees, with breasts hanging directly over the bowl. "Massage my breasts, please." He leaned over me and put his hands on my breasts. He squeezed my breasts and pulled them slightly down at the same time. Gentle at first, he increased the pressure gradually. Milk ran through my nipples and splashed in the bowl. "You are good! Have you been milking before?" "Yes, I grew up on a farm ... you know." And that point, he positioned himself directly over me with his legs pressed against my hips. I don't know why I did it. Maybe I wanted to get back to Linda somehow. Or perhaps it was something to do with my sexual frustration. I also knew that David needed it, and I was grateful that he saved Olivia and me. I don't know why, but I arched my back, making my ass get up a bit toward him. David got the hint immediately and raised my skirt with his right hand while his left continued to milk me. I heard him open a drawer and taking out something. It was a lubricant, and he applied it on his finger before inserting in in me. It wasn't the first time he was doing it, and he was acting quickly and sure. One finger was replaced with two and then three fingers. I gasped when I felt his cock against my anus. He added some more lubricant and started to apply the pressure. "Relax, just relax," David whispered behind me, but I wasn't sure I could take his big member inside of me. A thought strikes me. I imagined that Linda was exactly in the same position just a couple of days ago. "David?" "Yes?" "Do you like me?" "Yes, I like you a lot!" "Then, please fuck me! Fuck me hard!" David didn't need a second invitation, he pushed hard and penetrated me roughly. He stopped there, giving me time to adjust. Changed his hands and continued to milk me with his right hand. He was painfully big, and it was highly uncomfortable. Still, for some reason, I wanted to continue and moved my ass slightly toward him. David started to thrust his thick cock, getting deeper and deeper inside of me with each thrust. He was not forgetting to milk me at the same time and squeezed my breasts painfully. The milk was flowing to the bawl. Something started to build inside of me. David heavy breathing, his strong hands on my breasts, and his merciless cock deep inside of me. Everything was moving in rhythm, and this rhythm was getting me. I started to gasp aloud each time he was pushing his cock deeper. And something began to pulsate inside of me. And each pulsation was bringing making my inner parts to squeeze against David's cock. It was affecting him also because he started to moan. I was coming. I was coming with his cock still buried deep in me and just a second before I felt him starting to come inside of me. ***** David was sucking my milk in the morning. "Your milk is delicious!" He commented while switching the nipples. He was also getting horny and touched my ass cheek. "No! It still hurt from yesterday!" I protested but then felt sorry for him--David's sexual drive what so high he needed to have sex every few hours. I took his cock in my hands and felt him getting hard immediately. I stroked him for a while before bending over and positioning his cock between breasts. I pressed my breasts together and began moving up and down. Then I leaned forward some more and let the tip of his cock go inside my mouth. That pushed him over the edge, and he sprayed his semen all over my breasts and face. David was still coming when we horn outside the cottage. Linda and Mary returned. ***** The vacation was over, and we were back home. Everything went back to the way things were, except that I was planning to see a lawyer to start a divorce process. One day I was returning from a walk with Olivia when I was surprised to see Linda and Mary back home and waiting for me. "What is it?" "Please sit down!" Linda asked me. "You tell him!" "No, you tell him!" "Telling what?" They both looked at each other before saying in unison, "We are pregnant!" "What?" "We both pregnant!" Linda answered. "David?" "Yes, it was him," Linda answered, looking down. I was not sure how to react when someone cleared his throat behind me. It was David. "Alex?" he asked and sat next to me. "Yes?" I answered, not sure how to react. "Don't get me wrong. But when I saw your nursing Olivia, I saw the most carrying person in my life. Your leg was dislocated, you were in pain, but the first thing you wanted to do was to feed Olivia." David stopped talking to clean his throat again, and his eyes were getting wet. "Mary and Linda are going to have my children., but I have no illusion about their mothering skills. All they want is to advance their careers and have fun." "But you, Alex! You are the best mother I can dream for my children!" He got down on one knee before extending one hand with a ring box in it. "Alex, would you marry me?" ***** END