Heather's Metamorphosis, Chapter 4 - Threshold

Kneeling next to Kathryn, Heather grasped her prone friend by the shoulders. A few quick shakes caused Kathryn’s head to bob loosely on the carpeted floor. Aftershocks of breathy moans emitted from Kathryn’s mouth as her tongue traced its way along her lips, like a thirsty, sun-stricken wanderer.

Kathryn’s eyes were still only half open as she recovered from the violent episode of bliss she had just experienced. Her exposed breasts rested atop her chest, like two grapefruits that had somehow been inserted under her skin, still spraying thin streams of milk a foot into the air. Heather was vaguely aware of a damp spot forming on her right sleeve, which was successfully blocking the flow from Kathryn’s right breast.

“Kat,” Heather repeated, trying to steady her shaking voice. “Kat, just… tell me what happened. Are you okay? Kat!”

“Fuck,” Kathryn said at the end of a heavy exhalation. Blinking her eyes tightly, once, twice, a third time, her expression changed from dazed to wide-eyed embarrassment. “Heather, I… I’m so sorry, it just happened!”

“Did you… did you, like… orgasm? Is that what just happened?”

“Y… Yes!” Kathryn sputtered out, tears returning to her eyes. “I just… it’s like I can’t stop! I think I have control, and then... something happens, and I just get so...” Kathryn clenched her jaw as she rested her head back onto the floor, looking toward the ceiling again. “So...ugh, horny, and I just fucking lose it! I almost crashed on the way here, I couldn’t stop coming.” Her eyes clamped shut, forcing a tear to run downward toward her ear.

Kathryn’s red-eyed gaze returned to Heather, still kneeling alongside her, before her eyes panned to the two sloping masses that rested firmly on Heather’s thighs, barely constrained by a T shirt that was all the more visible thanks to the two buttons that had ripped free of the strained button down shirt. 

“And you… you’re so…” Heather knew the word that Kathryn was looking for. Simple enough so Kat didn’t need to finish her sentence. Big. “Are you…” she furrowed her brows with worry, hoping that her friend wasn’t experiencing the same absurd condition she was. 

“I… I don’t think so, not yet anyway,” Heather said, looking down at her swollen chest. She hadn’t considered that the same fate could befall her...

Acknowledging, again, that the full force of her friend’s right breast was continuing to soak her sleeve, Heather realized that she could finally remove her hands from her friend’s shoulders. Unimpeded by Heather’s body, Kathryn’s pearlescent streams of milk reached their apex before raining downward, back toward Kathryn’s own face.

Kathryn’s wrists, still above her head and still tangled in her red hoodie, struggled to free themselves as she shook her head back and forth on the ground, struggling in vein to avoid the milk that had already gotten into her eyes, blurring her vision. 

“Oh, shit, Kat....” 

Heather, for only an instant, was reminded of her kitchen sink, which had sprung a leak a few weeks earlier. No expert at plumbing, she resorted to wrapping a towel around the pipe under the sink until she could figure out how to shut the water off altogether. She spotted one of the wadded pieces of fabric her friend had been using as a nipple guard, resting on the floor next to Kathryn’s knee. 

“Kat, here,” she picked up the shirt. Her slight hesitation was overruled by her empathy for her friend: she wanted Kathryn to retain at least some of her dignity while they figured out what was going on.

Kathryn, meanwhile had managed to clear her vision for a moment, just in time to see Heather unfurl the wet, wadded shirt and begin to rest it over her spraying nipples.

“Heather, no, no! You can’t let anything touch my nipp — AAAHHHH!”

The wet shirt slapped across Kathryn’s gushing breasts with a heavy plop, the sensation causing a jolt of pure electricity to shoot through her body. Her right hand, snapping itself free of the hoodie’s elastic cuff, reflexively swung downward toward her chest, the source of her burning stimulation; or, toward the place in her jeans that had just announced its presence, again, with a mighty throb. But before her hand could make it that far, it encountered an obstacle.

Kathryn was petite. But when her arm slammed into Heathers breasts, the force felt like a softball bat. Simultaneously, twin shocks flooded from the most sensitive parts of Heather’s incomparable breasts: her right nipple became pinned between Kathryn’s arm and Heather’s own thigh; her left fell victim to Kathryn’s spread palm, and to fingernails that dig in sharply, even through the two layers of fabric.

For an instant, Heather was mute. Her breathing stopped as the pleasurable sensations she had self administered on her own bed just moments before, became magnified a hundred times over. She was unable to stop herself from toppling her own body forward, pinning Kathryn’s outstretched arm between her breasts and thighs all the more. Heather tried to steady her involuntary collapse, her left arm shooting to the floor, and her right hand landing firmly on Kathryn’s engorged, still spraying tit.

When Heather’s ability to breathe returned, her voice matched the animalistic cry that her friend still maintained — a moan that was enhanced by the clamping of Heather’s hand. 

A dangerous chain reaction had begun between the two friends. With each passing moment, the fear they had felt over their respective anguish was swept away by deafening hums of erotic pleasure that coursed through the both of them. Though each of their hands had found their ways to each others’ nipples accidentally, the damage had been done: Kathryn’s arm, trapped beneath Heather’s engulfing breasts could only writhe, her fingertips massaging their ways more penetratingly into Heather’s soft flesh; Heather’s hand, meanwhile, became soaked as she clenched tightly around Kathryn’s spraying tit, forcing an unexpected torrent of milk to erupt forth, saturating the shirt instantly.

And for each of them, the trepidation over giving each other such ecstasy was slipping away. It’s possible, for the smallest of moments, that Heather and Kathryn felt a profound awkwardness, for deep down, each knew that they were responsible for the other’s blind, furious passion — a passion that was growing by the moment, and quickly reaching a point of no return.