Wish pills - Milk

(BE, Lactation)

Monika stood in front of the bathroom mirror, as she had done every morning for the past few weeks. Her long brown hair still clung slightly to her slender neck from sleep, and the skin under her eyes was tired and sunken. Since the birth of her child, her body had remained soft and retained a few curves, but not in the way she would have liked. For a long time, she had suppressed how she perceived herself, her role as a mother, and her actually very feminine body. For some time now, however, Monika had been increasingly bothered by the fact that she was not the woman she so desperately wanted to be. A narrow face, narrow neck, and narrow waist, combined with wider hips, a full bottom, and a soft, gentle belly, which, however, did not yet sag and had only a little loose skin. Monika had always had a problem with her body, and unfortunately, her pregnancy had not changed that. Her breasts remained small. A B cup, just like before. And never a drop of milk. No trace of the bond she had so often desperately imagined. It felt as if her body had refused to perform this function. Besides the fact that Monika found large breasts beautiful and very aesthetic, this flaw in her body also diminished her feeling of being a complete woman, even after she had given birth to a child.

That's why she had ordered the pills. No doctor, no recommendation, just a package from the internet claiming to stimulate lactation through hyperproliferation. She didn't care about the name, and not even a name like LacTithe or the manufacturer NinthCircle Biotech had made Monika suspicious. She had lacked any healthy skepticism about such uncertified or prescription-only preparations from the internet. She just wanted her body to finally do what it should have been doing for a long time.

When the package arrived on her doorstep one morning, with her child at school and her husband at work, Monika wasted no time. She took the first pill topless in front of the bathroom mirror without hesitation. The taste was strangely metallic and unexpected for the inconspicuous white pill. Monika didn't expect much from the remedy anyway, and certainly not as quickly as she might have wished. She took a deep breath.

Then it came.

It wasn't a warm pulsation, nor a slow change — it was as if someone had connected and activated something inside her. The skin on her breasts immediately became hard, smooth, and taut, as if pressure were building up from within. Monika took a step back, gasping and moaning. Her knees trembled and her hands grabbed her rapidly swelling, heating breasts. Just a moment ago a B cup, her breasts now grew before her eyes like balloons being filled at the tap.

But Monika also felt that the growth was not constant; her tits grew in spurts. First they lifted, then they bulged outward, then downward — as if an invisible system were pumping them up. She felt the heaviness, and when she moved, it was as if something was sluggishly surging in her breasts and, at the same time, its mass was causing her breasts to stretch further and further apart. It was as if liquid was being pumped into them.

“Milk...” Monika whispered, staring at her own reflection in the mirror with her mouth slightly open.

Within seconds, Monika's breasts doubled in volume. Her skin glistened because it couldn't stretch fast enough. You could see how the tension pulled them outward, how the curves became denser and more compact. The swelling globes didn't behave like natural fat or breast tissue — they were plump, filled to the brim, as if there were no soft padding inside, only pressure.

Monika pressed both hands against them and moaned louder and louder. It wasn't exactly pain, just the intense pulling of the skin as it was stretched and the incredible pressure that caused her breasts to swell and expand further.

Her breasts continued to grow incessantly. From the outside, they looked like two large, heavy balls mounted directly on her chest, taut and immovable, as if every fiber were overstretched. Nothing jiggled or hung. They were enormous domes the size of basketballs with skin stretched to breaking point, and Monika felt deep inside that they were far from reaching the end of their growth.

The areolas began to change gradually. At first, only the edges were taut, then they spread, inch by inch. They became wider and wider and stretched across the swelling breasts. The dark rings around them became wider, flatter, conspicuously stretched, as if someone had pulled them in all directions with their fingers. The nipples themselves did not become much longer, but they did become wider and also began to swell — pressed from the inside out, as if the entire front line of the breast was about to burst. The heat in Maonika increased and an exciting tingling sensation spread from her growing nipples, through her breasts, and throughout her entire body.

The growth showed no signs of slowing down, nor was there any end in sight. The balls became veritable chunks. Monika had to bend her knees to keep her balance. The new heaviness of her tits was an incredibly arousing and intoxicating feeling, and with every second it became even more so. Her breasts lay heavy as medicine balls above her rib cage and pressed against her upper body as if they wanted to sink down to her thighs.

Gasping for breath, Monika tried to hold her ever-growing monster tits with her hands, also to take the weight off her shoulders and back, while the gigantic masses continued to grow in front of her. Her breasts had long since exceeded any natural shape. They now hung down over her stomach, pressing against her hip bones as soon as she changed her posture even slightly. The skin was stretched tight like a drum — and yet the internal pressure did not subside.

Then it happened — the first change.

The plump hardness, this inflated, almost spherical volume, began to lose tension. Not abruptly, but like when overstretched material gives way. The breasts became soft. Like overfilled, heavy sacks pulling down under their own weight. The mass sloshed sluggishly, while the skin and inner tissue also seemed to expand and not just become “filled.” The skin remained overstretched, but the tissue underneath sagged as if it were melting. Monika felt the weight pulling her down, her breasts now literally sticking to her body and gravity pulling her down. Like huge, sluggishly swaying, jiggling sacks of skin, usually lighter but now severely reddened, the gigantic milk tanks swung in front of Monika's crotch and flooded her small hands. The areolas had now reached the size of plates and were also continuing to grow.

But before Monika could even begin to process these new impressions, the rebound came.

Without warning, the tissue tightened again—as if pressure were being forced back into it. The soft, wobbly mass became plump, firmer, rounder, harder again. The surface shone more brightly, as if oil had been poured over thin skin. The lower edge pressed even deeper, eventually even against her thighs, and she had to brace herself with her legs apart to avoid being pulled forward. The weight was enormous.

Once again, everything sagged — soft again, but this time heavier than before. Her breasts were now so massive that they hung from her like two huge, warm boulders, making almost any movement impossible. The areolas had become wide, distorted discs, overstretched and crisscrossed with veins. Veins protruded everywhere along her grotesquely swollen tits. The skin there looked as if it could no longer hold the internal pressure. And yet it tore and the volume continued to grow.

Then came another surge of pressure and size. With a violent jolt, Monika's swelling monster tits swelled even further.

A massive internal thrust — as if someone had turned all the pumps created by the little pill inside Monika to full power at once. Her breasts became hard again, round as balls, filled to the brim. You could see lines digging into her skin as the internal pressure bulged them out from within. Monika's breath caught, then she moaned loudly and long. With the pressure continuing to rise, the sound became a scream of madness, caught between panic, the feeling of dreaming it all, and, last but not least, endless lust. Her body could barely hold this mass. Her breasts were under a tension that visibly exceeded all limits. Monika dug her hands hard into the enormous mountains of breast tissue pumped full of milk and howled in crazy ecstasy.

And then — the pressure broke.

Not slowly, not dripping — the milk shot out. Both areolas gave way as if they were valves that had suddenly been unlocked. The nipples, hard, aroused, and large, released fluid like the nozzles of garden hoses. Milk poured out in streams, thick and warm, spraying in continuous, violent jets from both breasts, stretched to bursting. The milk ran down Monika's skin, dripped onto the floor, forming puddles. The sink in front of her filled up immediately and overflowed, while the mirror was completely splattered with the white liquid. Moaning, the woman with the milk-spurting breasts staggered back, trying not to lose her balance with the gigantic sacs hanging in front of her chest.

Finally, Monika reached the wall behind her and slumped to the floor, her knees simply giving way. She slid into a sitting position on the cold bathroom floor, her back leaning against the wall, while her gigantic breasts lay on her thighs like two overflowing jugs from which milk continued to flow. These mountains of breast flesh seemed to dominate her entire body and virtually engulfed her legs.

Monika was exhausted, overwhelmed, unable to react. She was in a state similar to that after an orgasm, and at the same time, her brain was still unable to comprehend what had just happened. As if in a delirium, the young mother stared into space, her mouth slightly open, while her hands absentmindedly felt the still leaking mountains of breasts in front of her. The milk continued to pour out, as if her body was only now getting rid of the excess that had built up over the last few minutes.

Slowly, however, a thought manifested itself in Monika's overstimulated mind:

She finally had them. Finally, she had beautiful, large, feminine breasts that produced milk like those of a real mother.