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“Now then, class, for this section of our biology lesson I expect all of you to behave maturely!” Ms. Lucillia stood before her class sternly, scanning their faces in hope that they could behave themselves. With the tap of a button, a projector displayed graphics on the whiteboard, they depicted—

“Damn, look at those bazongas!”

--a diagram of female breasts, full with labels and views from the front and side. “Ahem, today’s lesson will touch on the mammary glands. If you recall yesterday, this will also tie into the subject of hormones and the differences between estrogen and testosterone.

“Man, with those funbags to look at, I think I’ll actually pay attention for once!”

Attempting to ignore the class clown, Ms. Lucillia went over her lecture, though she was noticeably shaken irked, she attempted to explain every part of the mammaries while only minimally looking down at her notes.

“Hey, teach, think we could get some physical demonstration, too? I bet we could all learn tons if you unbutton that shirt and—”

“Enough!” The teacher snapped. “I’ve had enough of your games, Oliver, you won’t disrupt my class ever again!” Ms. Lucillia’s eyes glowed an unnatural red, and with a snap of her fingers, the class clown vanished as if he had never existed. The remainder of classes went along smoothly, every student too scared to utter a single word.

*

“Hey, sis, what a surprise to see you here!” A woman said in glee as she opened the door to her home, pulling her suited visitor into a tight hug.

“Hello, Amelia, just thought about dropping by for a bit.” After school, Lucillia had decided to pay her sister a little visit. While the feel of the woman’s ample bosom against her own meager chest was normally bothersome, today it gave the teacher a strange sort of glee. Offered a seat along with some tea, she couldn’t help but stare at her sister’s chest. “Oh my, you seem quite liberally dressed today…”

Amelia averted her gaze and blushed, adjusting the neckline of her maternity dress. “S-Sorry, I didn’t expect any visitors today! These damn boobs, though, who would have thought my pregnancy would swell them up so much?! In fact, I think they look bigger than yesterday!” She grumbled, poking and prodding at the fat orbs in an attempt to stuff get them completely covered.

Hnng, yes! Please touch me more, mommy! Indeed, Amelia’s chest had gotten a sudden boost, its reason unknown to all but her sister. Inside her left sack of fat, the mind of a teenage pervert swirled around in ecstasy. Oliver’s life had been thrown into a twist for the past half-day, but he couldn’t complain about any of it. Once the shock of finding himself reduced into a woman’s boob passed, he quickly embraced the simple pleasures of jiggling about with every step of his owner and fawned at the scent of her perfume and the soft touches of her hands.

Lucillia smirked at her sister’s struggles. She had no doubt her student was enjoying these developments, but there was a good reason he had chosen this fate for him. Just before she could ask about Amelia’s girl, a loud cry echoed past the hallway. “Oh dear, excuse me!” The mother rushed towards the nursery room, soon emerging with a girl cradled in her arm. “She seems to be quite hungry. You don’t mind, sis, right?”

Huh, what’s going on? Hey, get this thing away, I don’t want—Guh! W-Wait, oooh! Though panicked at the sight of a giant face approaching, Oliver was soon overcome by pleasure once she clamped down her mouth. While his body’s sensation had all mixed into one amorphous blob of fat, one part of him remained distinct. Oliver’s overgrown, puffy nipple was as sensitive as another nub he once owned as a teen boy. Now that it was suckled and licked all over, it was only seconds before the boob was washed away in an intense orgasm.

A stream of warm, creamy milk flowed into Amelia’s girl, a delicious nectar that was greedily gulped down until its last drop. Ah, t-that’s amazing… Wait, stop that! I’m all out of milk, cut it off! Ouch, don’t bite me! Even as her food source was drained, the girl continued to suckle in an attempt to squeeze even a single drop more. Oliver, however, had nothing else to give. While the glands inside his body worked feverously to churn out more milk, the boob was left to be senselessly abused. Stop sucking, it’s too much! My nipple hurts, please no more! Teacher, I’m sorry!

“Oh dear, this girl just keeps going. She’s making my breasts all sore!” Amelia laughed at her daughter. Lucillia also laughed, though for a vastly different reason. “Well, it looks like you’re quite busy, so I’ll be leaving. It was nice talking with you, sis, I’ll make sure to visit more often!” The siblings said their farewells, leaving Amelia alone with her child until she finally returned to slumber.

*

“Honey, I’m home!” A few hours later, yet another person arrived at Amelia’s home, one that the woman greeted by clinging into with her whole body. “Woah! Well, this enthusiasm is certainly what I need after a long day at the office!” The couple hugged and kissed for several seconds; Amelia’s husband mostly focused on his wife’s breasts which looked perkier than ever before.”

“So, how’s our kid, did she eat well today?” He whispered, copping a feel of the breasts. “I hope so, because I’ve also been craving a taste of these beauties” Slipping off the woman’s dress, the man knelt down to grope the milkbags, pleased to see them already beginning to trickle. Licking his lips, he approached the right breast which had a puffier nipple.

No, not again! I don’t want some dude on me, please! Your breath stinks, get the hell away—Mmph! Once again, Oliver was sucked on harshly, his abuse now mixed with the groping of a horny man whose hands felt much less pleasant than Amelia’s. While he had refueled his milk supplies, any pleasure gotten out of being drunk from was wiped away by the humiliating sight of the man before him and the unbearable itch his scruffy beard caused.

“All done milking me, babe?” Amelia cooed. “How about you take a seat and let me milk you?” Throwing her man on a couch, she eagerly undid his pants and released a rock-hard 9-inch shaft. After a few kisses, she raised herself to level her breasts with the shaft.

Ah, no more sucking, good… W-Wait, is that--?! No, no, no, I’m begging you, don’t do this! I want to turn back; I need to turn back! Please, anyone, listen to me! Oliver screamed, reacting quite harshly to what would be yet another routine of his new life.