After draining what seemed like gallons of liquid from her breasts, Denise finally felt the stream slow to a trickle, and shut the pump off. Her boobs were noticeably smaller now that they were empty, and didn't jut out from her chest so unnaturally, now. They were about the size of honeydew melons, but with a more natural shape. She cleaned up the spilled milk around the sink and left the pump sitting on the counter after a quick rinse. She had already been away from the girls for too long. Grabbing the sweater she had selected and throwing it on, Denise hustled down the stairs as quietly as she could and darted into the living room. The twins were still sitting on the loveseat couch, to her relief. She saw that the credits to the movie had just started rolling though, and the twins both looked in her direction at the same time. Denise shivered at their gaze. But she forced herself to adopt a cheerful expression as she entered the room, acting as if nothing was wrong.

"Did you enjoy the movie, girls?" she asked, moving around the couch and bending down to look at them, her hands on her knees. Both twins were holding empty milk bottles in their hands. "Sorry I took so long. I had to, um, make a phonecall." The girls just stared at her, looking between her chest and her face. "Why did you change your shirt?" asked Katie. "Is it because your boobies got bigger?" asked Lizzie. So her attempted disguise hadn't fooled them at all. "Ummmm," Denise said, thinking how to put it. She decided to just go with frankness. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes that happens," acting as if it were normal. The twins blinked. "It happens to Mommy sometimes, too," Lizzie said with a shrug.

Apparently neither twin was fazed by her breast growth. They must be used to it happening to Patricia, even if they didn't seem aware that they were causing it.
"When is Mommy coming back?" Katie asked innocently. "She'll be back much later tonight, honey," Denise responded, glad to change the subject. "You won't see her until you wake up in the morning." Both girls had blank expressions. Maybe they were getting tired. "I know," Denise announced, clapping her hands together and standing up to grab the remote. "Let's put on another movie, and this time I'll watch the whole movie with you and we can snuggle. Won't that be fun?"

It probably wasn't best for the twins to be watching this much TV at one time, but Denise preferred that they remain as distracted as possible. She only had to kill another hour or so before she could start putting them down for bedtime, and a movie seemed the best way to keep them focused on things other than milk. It required a little persuasion, but eventually Denise had a movie on, and sat back on the loveseat with a twin on each side. This time they were watching an animated movie about talking cars.

The movie proved an excellent idea, as the twins soon fell silent, entranced by the screen as children tended to become when bright cartoon characters appeared. They leaned against Denise, resting their heads on her boobs like they were pillows. Denise supposed they did make pretty good pillows, with a fuzzy sweater and no bra; they must be quite warm and soft to lean against. Denise leaned back and watched the movie, not really paying attention to it. She thought about what she would say to the Neelys when they got home. Maybe she should mention getting a lawyer. This series of events was not acceptable, and Denise's life would be severely affected. A lawyer sounded like a good idea. But on the other hand, she would be financially devastating the family if she sued them, and that included the two girls leaning against her. She couldn't help but feel that they didn't deserve to suffer for what happened to her. Her growth wasn't their fault, not really. Whatever their strange powers, they weren't intentionally causing problems for their mother or Denise. They just wanted milk.

Sitting there thinking, Denise suddenly realized that her mouth was dry and her throat felt parched. She was also very hungry again. That made sense to her, considering how much of her own milk she had just emptied down the drain. Her body must have used all the nutrients she'd eaten to make milk, as well as dehydrated her. Well, she didn't want her body to make any more milk, so she wasn't going to feed it. As minutes passed, though, her stomach began growling. She was so hungry it felt like it was eating itself. After the second time it growled, Lizzie giggled. "Your tummy is rumbling," she said. "I know," Denise said, gently moving the twins' heads away and leaning forward. "I'm gonna go make myself a quick snack so it stops rumbling, okay girls? I'll be right back and we can keep watching the movie." She stood up and collected the empty milk bottles from before, and went into the kitchen. The twins watched her as she left, but seemed content to watch the movie.

Opening the fridge, Denise pondered what to have that would tide her over till tomorrow and stop her stomach from growling. She was also extremely thirsty. If only she could drink a nice cold glass of milk... suddenly she realized that she was looking at a fridge full of milk. Well, she WAS hungry as well as thirsty, and the milk was sure to be packed with nutrients. In fact, as Denise thought, it occurred to her that the milk would be sure to contain all the exact nutrients she had lost from pouring her own milk down the drain. Well, it couldn't hurt, she thought, shrugging as she opened a bottle. She put the milk to her lips, tasting it. It had an odd flavor, and was very rich. She had another sip. It was quite good though. The flavor had a slight nuttiness, and the richness of it filled her belly, as if it was hearty soup. Denise took a larger sip, which tasted even better, and before she knew what she was really doing, she was tilting the bottle back and gulping the milk down. She was so thirsty and hungry that it felt like the best thing in the world to be pouring down her throat right now.

Denise finished the bottle and wiped her mouth with her arm, burping softly and sighing. That felt good. She put the empty bottle on the counter next to the fridge, and almost turned around to go back to the movie. She hesitated, though. She was still so hungry and thirsty. The bottle of milk had only helped a little bit, and they were each so small, after all. Another one couldn't hurt, and it's not like Patricia would notice a few extra missing. It was the least she owed Denise after putting her through this ordeal. Decision made, Denise hurriedly took the cap off the second bottle and began chugging the milk, savoring the flavor and feeling of the cold milk rushing down her throat. It felt and tasted SO good. She was finished with that bottle before she knew it, and without really paying attention to what she was doing, opened another bottle and began drinking that too. Drinking milk was all she wanted to be doing right now. She thought she understood how the twins felt, if Patricia's milk was this good.

Time seemed to blur. Sometime later, Denise was wiping her mouth, and sluggishly putting another bottle on the counter next to the others with a clink. Her eyes suddenly widened as she realized this was the NINTH bottle she had just emptied in one sitting. What in the world? When had that happened? She suddenly released a very long burp, and sighed, feeling bloated now. She had lost track of how much milk she was drinking. She absentmindedly rubbed her stomach, then looked down with a start as she realized what she was feeling. Her belly was protruding outward like she was 3 months pregnant.

Denise gasped as she stumbled back, clutching her stomach with both hands, letting the fridge swing shut. How had she just lost control like that? She hadn't intended to drink this much liquid at all. 9 bottles? That was insane! But the milk had been so addictive, so rich. Denise jiggled her stomach a bit, and was rewarded with the sound and feeling of milk sloshing around inside her belly. Well, she certainly wasn't hungry or thirsty anymore. But it was time to return to the twins. She let the hem of her sweatshirt drop back down, and saw (as much as she could see, with her melon-sized breasts in the way) that her belly wasn't noticeable since her boobs tented the fabric outward so much.

Denise saw through the windows that it was getting dark outside. Good. Almost time for the twins' bedtime. It was also getting a little chilly, and the cool breeze coming through the front windows was making Denise shiver. Her nipples became slightly erect, prominently showing through the brown sweater she was wearing. It had been such a nice day earlier, but autumn could be unpredictable when it came to temperature changes in the Midwest. As Denise entered the living room, she grabbed a blanket hanging from a rack in the corner, and proceeded to sit back down on the loveseat with the twins, pulling the ottoman forward so she could rest her feet. The girls made room for her to get settled, then cuddled back up to her as she draped the blanket over all three of them.

She looked at the clock on the wall. 6:40 pm. She just had to sit through another 45 minutes or so of this movie before she could hustle the twins up to bed. Denise suddenly remembered that she had left her phone in her purse on the kitchen counter. Oh well. She was comfy now and didn't feel like getting up. There wasn't much the Neelys could do over the phone, anyway. She thought about the sort of strong words she would be having with them once they got back. The least they owed her was an explanation, and maybe a few new bras and shirts. $500 might have been a lot for one night of babysitting, but it didn't come close to replacing her entire wardrobe. The more Denise thought about it, the more she realized that she didn't really mind having such large breasts, not really. She had always liked having big boobs, and now she'd just stand out even more. It was the fact that the Neelys had tricked her that bothered her so much.

After a few minutes, Denise realized that the twins were very still, resting their heads on her pillowy bosom. She risked distrubing them to crane her neck forward as far as she could, and saw they had their eyes closed, sleeping. Well, good. It would be that much easier to convince them to go to bed when the time came. She didn't dare wake them up now to chivvy them upstairs, though. They would see what time it was, and would dig in their heels against going up before bedtime. Denise leaned back against the couch, letting herself relax. At least the worst seemed to be over. She'd put the girls to bed, confront their parents when they arrived, then hopefully never see the adorable little monsters ever again. As much as she loved their cute faces, she had no intention of becoming a human milk factory, which Patricia seemed to have accomplished already.

Denise was very comfortable. Pleasantly warm under the blankets, and with a belly full of milk, she began to feel drowsy. Intending to just get a quick nap before waking the girls up to put them to bed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Soon she was snoring softly in a deep sleep, the movie forgotten but still playing on the screen in front of her and the twins.

Sometime later, her phone lit up inside her purse with a text message. Denise was too deeply asleep to hear the text notification. On the phone's screen, a message from Patricia Neely appeared: "I'm sorry if you experienced anything uncomfortable as you watched the girls. I promise I'll explain everything when I get home. However, unfortunately there were some complications from surgery that must be dealt with, so I will be in the hospital for a while longer than expected. I should be home early tomorrow morning, perhaps as early as 4 AM. Please feel free to sleep on either of the couches, or use the guest bedroom which we have set up."

A minute later, the phone lit up again. "Whatever you do, do NOT let yourself fall asleep in the same room as the girls!!!! They must be put in bed by 8pm and avoided until sunrise!!! They won't hurt you but it's VERY IMPORTANT that they don't spend the night in the same room as you!!!" A few minutes after that, Denise's phone rang with Patricia's number. Denise was sleeping too soundly, and with the movie making noise, she didn't hear the ring tone. The phone continued to ring, and Patricia called her four more times before the phone finally fell silent. All three girls still slumbered peacefully in the living room.

Hours passed.

The movie ended, the credits rolled, and the TV was left displaying the "On-Demand" screen. In the small hours of the morning, the twins began to stir. Katie awakened first. She raised her head from her pillow, which had been very comfy. Mommy never let them sleep on her boobies anymore. She said she needed her beauty sleep, whatever that meant. But wait. This wasn't Mommy. This was Denise. She was still sleeping. Her boobies were much smaller than Mommy's. Katie leaned forward to look at her sister, who had her eyes open and was sucking her thumb as she looked up at Denise. "Lizzie!" Katie whispered. Her twin sister looked at her. "Where's Mommy?" she asked. Lizzie shrugged, thumb still in her mouth. "I'm hungry." Katie said, still whispering. Lizzie popped her thumb out of her mouth. "I'm hungry too," she said, just as quietly. Between them, Denise stirred, snaking her arms out from underneath the blanket to scratch her boobs over the fabric. She didn't awaken though, just sighed and dropped her hands to the sides.

Well, Denise wasn't Mommy, but the girls knew that boobies made milk. They also knew how to get Mommy to give them boobie milk, even when she was trying to get them to drink bottles. The twin sisters looked at each other, and without needing to speak their plan, crawled forward onto the ottoman and knelt down on it on either side of Denise's legs, facing the babysitter. "Milk," whispered Katie. "Milk," whispered Lizzie. They kept their voices down, not wanting to wake Denise too early. Mommy always grew angry when they woke her up this way, but it always resulted in plenty of boobie milk. "Milk," said one, "Milk," said the other, going back and forth a few times before synchronizing their words. "Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk." they began chanting quietly in unison.

Denise moaned softly in her sleep, and placed her hands on her boobs, rubbing them unconsciously. Before the twins' eyes, the blanket began to move as Denise's breasts began to balloon outward. They gained mass rapidly, inflating like someone had put twin balloons under the blanket and started filling them from a hose. Soon they were as big as volleyballs, and their growth was speeding up. The girls continued their soft chant. "Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk." Denise's boobs accelerated their growth, and she moaned again, louder, as she rubbed them over the blankets. They were now the size of basketballs, now medicine balls. They looked like harvest pumpkins ripening in fast forward. The tan flannel blanket covering Denise was pulled upward to cover more and more mammary, slowly sliding across Denise's legs and exposing her feet. Covered in tan fabric, they looked almost like twin mounds of earth slowly rising upward in preparation for a volcanic eruption. Still they grew, and still the girls chanted.

Eyes fluttering open, Denise slowly awoke to hear soft chanting coming from in front of her, and feeling a powerful itch within her chest. She looked about for a second, confused. Her arms were resting on some sort of shelf in front of her, as if someone had stuffed couch cushions underneath the blanket. Then she looked past the mound of blankets, at the twins kneeling on the ottoman in front of her, staring at her and both quietly repeated something. Both were still in their blue dresses. Was this some sort of dream? Then Denise realized what they were saying. "Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk," they chanted in unison, getting louder now that Denise was awake. Suddenly she realized that her arms were slowly being pushed upwards, as whatever was under the blankets was somehow moving. Then it clicked what was happening, and Denise screamed.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU GIRLS DO TO ME?" she shrieked, grabbing the blanket and throwing it forward, exposing massive breasts that were straining the fabric of the brown sweater she was wearing, making the fuzzy material almost transparent as they stretched the threads. The twins stopped chanting and watched with eager expressions on their faces as Denise moaned loudly. The itching was so strong, it felt like an army of ants were crawling around inside her skin. Her boobs already filled her lap, and showed no sign of slowing. "Uuuunnnngggghhhh what are you doing to meeeee?" Denise whined, leaning her head back against the couch, not knowing how to stop the growth. The sweater she was wearing had grown very tight, and Denise heard ripping noises coming from in front of her. She raised her head again and saw that a small hole had appeared in the center of the garment, exposing a deep cavern of cleavage. Another rip. The hole grew wider. So did Denise's eyes.

She was getting so big. Her breasts were already as big as Patricia's had been when they had first met. They filled her lap completely, and there was no longer any room on the loveseat for anyone to sit on either side of her. Still they continued to expand, the rip in her sweater getting wider and wider. The sweater wasn't hiding much anyway, as the fabric was stretched so thin it was almost completely transparent, and her pink flesh was easily visible underneath. There must be some way to stop this. Denise looked beyond her burgeoning bosom at the twins. They still sat patiently on the ottoman, gleeful faces watching the breasts get closer and closer to them. "Girls, I need you to listen to me?" Denise said, blinking tears from her eyes. "I'm not your Mommy, okay? I'm not supposed to... feed you boobie milk. Only Mommies are supposed to do that."

She looked back and forth between them. They had confused expressions on their faces. "Why?" asked Lizzie. The sweater continued to rip, exposing more and more cleavage. "Because that's how it works," Denise said, not knowing how to explain it. "Because I said so," she said sternly. "Now, I'm not going to feed you my own boobie milk, NO MATTER WHAT. Your Mommy will be home soon, and she can feed you from her own boobies." The girls looked disappointed. "But I'm hungry," said Katie. "Yeah I'm hungry!" echoed Lizzie. Denise gritted her teeth at hearing the words, knowing they would only make her breasts grow even more. The itching didn't get any stronger though, or if it did, she couldn't notice it. Every nerve ending in her boobs was already signaling its discomfort, so there wasn't any way the feeling could get more intense.

"I don't care if you're hungry," Denise said, desperately trying to sound like she was in control of the situation. It was difficult to do so when your boobs were blowing up like blimps, but she had to try. "I'm not going to let you drink milk from my boobies. Only Mommies can do that. Understand?" The twins looked back at each other, then at Denise's growing boobs, then up at Denise. They nodded reluctantly. "Good. Now I need you to change me back to normal. Can you do that for me?" Her breasts were getting so big that she couldn't see her feet anymore, or the twins' legs. Only their shoulders and heads peeked above the swell of her bust, and her arms were resting on them at a slightly upward angle. She could feel the weight of her boobs resting on her thighs, the edge of the flesh now reaching to her knees. Everywhere but her arms, the brown sweater had basically fallen apart, and now only loose threads covered her tits. Slight crackling noises emitted from the strings as they all stretched outward past their limit.

The twins were looking at Denise with a blank expression. "Well?" she asked. "Can you change me back to normal? I can't give you milk, so there's no reason for my boobies to be this big, is there sweeties?" The twins began shaking their heads slowly back and forth. They didn't know how to reverse the growth. Of course. They probably didn't even know how they caused it. Denise gave an exasperated sigh and leaned back on the pillow, closing her eyes. How was she going to live like this? The girls had turned her into a huge-titted freak. Still leaning back, Denise asked "Girls, can one of you go to the kitchen and get my purse from the count-" she stopped suddenly as the feeling in her breasts changed. Abruptly, she felt liquid begin to rush into her boobs, like had happened before. Only now it was 10 times as strong. Her eyes popped open and her head shot forward as she looked down at her breasts.

Her growth kicked into overdrive, and the last tattered remnants of the brown sweater ripped and parted to either side of the expanding masses. Her boobs were filling with milk. It was gushing into them, making them grow taut and rounder. The loveseat sofa was completely filled by her boobs now, and the rising tops of them were filling Denise's vision. She could only see the twins' heads, now, and her arms only barely reached the peaks of her tits. Her arms were resting at an angle that was slowly increasing as they lifted upwards. "Oh , God!" Denise exclaimed. She could actually HEAR the liquid rushing into her boobs, like the sound of water rushing through a pipe. Even the twins looked surprised at how fast Denise was growing, edging backwards as her naked breasts crept along the ottoman towards them. Their eyes were wide with concern. They truly had no idea what kind of problems they had caused for Denise. They had simply been hungry. Knowing that didn't help Denise with her predicament though.

She was panting, overwhelmed by the feeling of growth. Her breasts had reached her ankles, and the tops of them slowly grew upwards until they blocked Denise from seeing the girls' eyes. She could only see the tops of their heads. "Unnnnnhhhh..." she moaned, wishing this was just a nightmare she would wake up from. The girls scooted backwards again, and she saw the tops of their heads dip down below the swell of her boobs as they got off the ottoman and stood. They had been taller kneeling on the ottoman than they were standing, and now Denise couldn't see them at all. Still her breasts continued their relentless advance.

As the milk flooded into her boobs, the pressure continued to increase. Denise could feel her skin stretching to accomodate their girth, and pushed her hands into the tops of her boobs, getting a sense of how much give they had. It wasn't much. Her breasts were almost perfectly round, now, and she thought they each might be as big around as the loveseat she sat upon. Her legs were falling asleep from all the weight on them. "UUUNNNNNNHHHHH..." Denise moaned louder, unable to handle the mounting pressure. "UNNNNNGGGGHHH I'M GONNA POP!" she said through clenched teeth. She needed to release some of this milk. There was no way to reach the breast pump, and no way to put it on. The twins. That was her only option.

"Girls?" Denise asked in a pained voice. "Girls can you hear me?" "Yes," twin voices said on the other side of the wall of boobflesh slowly rising in front of her. "Girls I want you to ignore what I said before, alright? You can drink my boobie milk." She waited for them to respond, or for the feeling of small mouths latching onto her nipples. Denise was sweating now. The pain was still increasing, and her breasts seemed like they were never going to stop filling with milk. "Girl, did you hear what I said?" she said over her boobs, her voice urgent. One of the twins responded, "But you said-" "I KNOW WHAT I SAID BEFORE," Denise shouted. God, she was really going to pop. "I didn't mean it, girls. You can pretend I'm your Mommy just for tonight. Now I need you to listen to me and start drinking milk."

Denise waited. The pressure was unbearable. Her breasts felt like they were going to explode. She suddenly felt tiny hands touch each breast. Something brushed her areola under each nipple. Then again. But neither had latched onto the nipples. "Girls?" Denise asked, sweat pouring down her face, and also trickling between her taut boobs. "Girls, I thought you were hungry, aren't you going to drink?" she asked. "We can't reach," they in unison. Denise began crying sofly. The pain was so much. She was going to pop. "OooooooOOOOOOHHHHH GOD! GET A CHAIR! BOTH OF YOU PLEASE GET CHAIRS! HURRY!" She heard little feet scampering away to the dining room table, and the scraping of chairs being moved, but all Denise could focus on was her breasts. "Ohhhh god I don't want to pop. I don't want to pop. I don't want to pop. I don't want to pop." she repeated through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face. The tops of her boobs were now taller than Denise was standing up, and the skin was so taut it was becoming slightly translucent. A sheen of sweat covered them, leaking down into her cleavage in streams.

Denise couldn't hear the chairs being deposited on the carpet in front of her, but finally she felt the tiny hands return to the fronts of her breasts, and her nipples were suddenly covered and being suckled. A TORRENT of milk began erupting from Denise into the twins' waiting mouths. They guzzled it down hungrily, and Denise slowly felt the pressure within her boobs begin to abate. She sighed deeply in relief as the pain eventually stopped, her skin no longer taut as a drum. Releasing the milk was the best thing Denise had ever felt, and she leaned her head back against the sofa cushion, her hair matted with sweat. She had come within seconds of her breasts exploding, she had been certain. These girls were dangerous, if they could cause this sort of thing to happen to a person.

Eventually, after only a few minutes, the twins stopped suckling and released Denise's nipples. "Girls, are you finished?" Denise asked over her boobs. The tremendous pressure was no longer there, but her breasts still felt very full. She thought she could give milk for hours, and had hoped the twins would have the appetite for it. "We're full," one of them said.  She felt milk still trickling out from her nipples and falling onto the carpet. Now that the twins had started them going, the internal pressure was keeping the channels open. That would help continue to decrease some of the pressure she felt. At least her boobs had stopped growing. "Good work, girls," Denise said in a tired voice. "Why don't you go upstairs and change into your pajamas and go to bed? Mommy will be here in the morning and she can figure out how to handle this." The twins obeyed silently, and as they walked around the couch, Denise saw them wiping their mouths. Their little bellies were distended even more than they had been from Patricia's feeding, sticking out from their slim bodies like they had soccer balls under their dresses. Where did it all go? She guessed they just must get taller and taller. They'd be seven feet tall by the time they were 6 years old, if they kept this up.

Denise leaned back, exhausted after her ordeal. Whatever the Neelys had thought was going to happen when they hired a babysitter, she doubt they expected this. Denise would never be able to move again without some sort of mechanical assistance. How would she even get through the front door? Trying to get her legs comfortable in the gap between her boobs, she lay back and drifted off to sleep, wondering how messed up her life would now be.

EPILOGUE

Denise awoke as she heard the sound of keys opening the front door. Sunlight streamed in through the windows. She tilted her head backwards, where she could see from an upside down perspective as the Neelys entered the house. Dan was completely silent, a look of shock upon his face. He dropped the bags he was holding. "Oh my god..." Patricia Neely said, holding her hand to her gaping mouth. She wore a pink dress, and her breasts looked a lot smaller than they had been yesterday. They were only each as big as her head now. Denise stared at them angrily, her head upside down. "Oh my god..." Patricia repeated, coming closer. "Dear lord, you fill up the ROOM! What happened?" she asked, coming around the side of the couch. Denise leaned her head forward. "What happened?" she spat. "I'll tell you what happened. Your little gremlin twins turned me into a freak, is what happened!" She was so angry she could barely think.

Patricia had an apologetic expression. "My god, I'm so, SO sorry. I know nothing can make this right, but believe me I had NO idea it would be this bad," she said, wringing her hands together. "What... what happened? How did they get this big? Did you get my text messages?" she asked. Denise closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted to scream at this woman,  but it wouldn't help. "No," Denise snapped. "No I didn't get your messages, because you must not have sent them until I was already asleep on the couch with the twins. All I know is, when I woke up, they were both kneeling in front of me, chanting 'Milk milk milk milk' over and over again, until I blew up like a fucking HOT AIR BALLOON!" The last part came out as a shout. Patricia winced.

"God I'm just so, so sorry. I tried calling you many times as well. When I got your message I suspected what might have occurred, but I was already in surgery. Neither of us could leave to help you." Patricia looked beyond her, and Denise tilted her head back again to look at Dan Neely, still standing in the entryway, eyes wide with shock. She turned back to Patricia. "Well? What are you going to do about this? I'll have you know that my tits are still full of milk, even after your demonspawn drank their fill. So you can start with emptying them." "I'll get the big pump," Dan said behind her, his footsteps retreating through the kitchen. Patricia's expression had grown stern. "First of all, they are NOT 'demonspawn'," she said. "They are two beautiful little girls who don't know any better. I'll thank you not to insult my children."

Denise sighed. "I know, I'm sorry. I don't think they even realized that what they were doing was wrong. I tried to tell them I couldn't breast feed them, but by then it was too late." Patricia eyed her, then nodded, accepting her apology, and the sternness left her voice. "Second of all, I just want you to know that we will do whatever we can to take care of you. I'm not sure your life will ever be the same again, but we have money. We will do everything in our power to make you comfortable, and to help you live your life." Dan entered the room again, carrying a breast pump with a huge reservoir for each nipple, and large hoses for connecting the two of them. He also carried the kitchen trash can, without a liner. After a minute he had the pump hooked up, and Denise sighed as she felt the suction begin to take milk out of her boobs. A splashing sound indicated that the milk was being dumped in the trash can.

"What about getting me surgery?" Denise asked. "Yours are a lot smaller than they were yesterday. Can I just get them removed?" Patricia was shaking her head slowly. "I'm afraid that's just not possible for you right now," she said. "Surgery was a last resort for me, and I had... complications. It took a long time for me to find a surgeon willing to work on my unique condition, and even then I almost didn't make it. So much of my body mass was residing in my breasts that removing them almost killed me. The shock of losing so many blood vessels at once caused me to go into cardiac arrest, at one point." Denise's eyes widened. Patricia had almost died in surgery. "For you, it would be even more difficult. I was always afraid I'd get this big if I left my guard down. The twins get very cranky when they wake up hungry at night, and they haven't learned to wake me up to ask before demanding milk. I was being so careful, even setting a motion sensor to wake me up when their door opened, so I could be ready for them coming in for a midnight snack." No wonder the woman looked so tired.

The breast pump turned off somewhere in front of her, and Denise heard a sloshing sound. Soon she saw Dan rounding the side of her boobs, carrying a trash can which was half full with milk. He walked through the kitchen, and from down the hall Denise heard the sound of the milk being dumped unceremoniously into the bathtub. Dan then marched back into the room with the trash can, and set up the pump again. She had only been able to see his head before, but now could see his shoulders as well, as he stood in front of her, watching the pump.  It felt so good to have that pressure relieved.

"Well?" Denise asked Patricia, raising an eyebrow. "What do we do, then? I'm not exactly going to be moving anytime soon." If this was going to be her lot in life, she might as well accept it. There was no use crying over spilled milk. "Well," Patricia said, "I know this might not be very appealing to you, but I thought maybe we could... hire you." She looked over Denise at Dan, who was nodding. "You see, I've been selling my breast milk. There's no way the girls could drink all of it, even with their appetites, and I've found some buyers who are willing to pay a lot of money to get it fresh. I think your breasts will continue to produce milk on a regular basis now that the girls have... awakened them." Denise looked at Patricia, pondering the offer. "And in the meantime, we'll use the money we're making from selling the milk to try our very hardest to find a way to reduce your size," Patricia said. Denise looked at her enormous breasts. What else could she do? She might as well make some money off them and live comfortably while the Neelys figured this out. "Okay then," Denise said. "Deal." She held out her hand to Patricia, who shook it happily. "Now, do you think you could get me some breakfast? I'm starving," she said.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Patrica climbed off her husband in the dark, breathing hard, both of them coming down from their climaxes. It was so great to actually be capable of having normal sex again, without having her tits smacking Dan's face every time she went on top, or feeling like she was being buried in boobs when she was on bottom. She collapsed onto the pillow, and her husband sighed next to her. Denise was downstairs, and they had rearranged the living room and set up privacy screens to make Denise comfortable with her new situation. It was almost like Patricia had signed up to house an invalid. It would be a lot of work to look after Denise, and she truly intended to make the girl as comfortable as possible. But it was well worth it.

"I can't believe that worked so well," Patricia said, and Dan chuckled softly. "Well, what would you do in her situation? It's not like we left her a lot of options," he said. "Well, I just thought she would scream a lot more, and maybe threaten legal action," Patricia replied breathlessly. "And she gets along with the girls so well. She doesn't blame them at all, and has no issues with feeding them. This couldn't have gone any better." The work of looking after Denise would certainly be worth it. Not only would they be able to keep selling high quality breast milk, but Patricia would no longer be trapped in her own house. Denise had no way to discover the method that Patricia had used to shrink her breasts, so there was nothing for her to do but keep being a milk cow for now. It was a shame they had to lie to the girl about Patricia's "surgery". But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and Denise seemed like she was going to be able to accept her role. Yes, it was well worth the effort of making Denise comfortable if it would save Patricia from having to get a magical breast reduction every few weeks. "I guess we picked the right babysitter," Dan said, and rolled off the bed to take a shower. "Yes, I think we did," said Patricia.

EVEN LATER THAT NIGHT

The bedroom door slowly opened, and two small faces peered into the dark room. A beeping sound was coming from the phone on Patricia's night stand, but neither parent was awake. They had woken up in the middle of the night to have sex again, and were sleeping soundly. The twins crept into the room and climbed onto the bed next to Patricia. "Mommy, I'm hungry," whispered Lizzie. "Want milk," said Katie. Patricia began rubbing her breasts over the covers, still asleep. "Milk," said one. "Milk," said the other, until they began chanting softly in unison: "Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk. Milk."

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THE END