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Summary: When Allison and her two best friends start their first semester of University, they immediately notice the strange dimensions of their fellow female freshmen.

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Emily was taking her third bathroom break of the morning.

She remembered how the four-cup bra had originally been loose on her. But now it felt uncomfortably tight, pinching into her flesh. It was squeezing her in a way that made it impossible to focus and was likely making her leak more. Emily considered going to the nurse’s office, maybe requesting a new one. Something bigger.

Just the thought of the nurse sent a shudder through Emily. The nurse was proudly toting around her fat pair of breasts as though it wasn’t an anomaly. What if that happened to Emily?

It couldn’t. This whole thing—it was just insane. Pure madness. Emily started to hyperventilate because she couldn’t turn out like that. She rocked a little, hugging herself, but then groaned, withdrawing her hands. She gazed in horror at the wet patches forming on her clothing. “Oh god.” She pulled the sweater off, dropping it on the floor.

She hoped that Flora didn’t come looking for her. They had been in a class together, Flora simply observing the lecture as Emily struggled to take notes through her discomfort. Rather than choosing the nearest bathroom, Emily had snuck off to the dorm, suspecting that something like this would happen. Her nipples just leaked on their own. She had no control.

Getting a little frantic, she grabbed the roll of toilet paper, furiously rolling tissue around her hand. She would just have to cover up more. She would figure this out. Just some insulation and maybe a few extra layers—

Emily froze when she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“F-Flora,” she whispered to herself, not ready for this intervention. She didn’t think she ever would be. How did one tell their sister that they had become a freak?

“Emily?” a masculine voice called.

Emily’s lips parted.

It was Luke. What was he doing here?

Then again, where else would he be? There was no obligation to attend classes; he wasn’t a student here. And most people didn’t willfully sign up for extra lectures when they were on break from their own college. It made more sense to just relax.

“You okay in there?” Luke said.

“Everything’s fine,” Emily insisted, her voice shrill and unnatural. She hurriedly grabbed her sweater, covering herself.

There was a pause on the other side of the door, and then Luke said, “Something’s going on with you, Em. I’m worried about you.”

Emily blinked several times, a little stunned. Though Luke had been a staple in her life for years, she hadn’t thought that he paid much attention to her. After all, she was just Flora’s twin sister. Nothing more.

“You know I care about you, Emily. We’ve known each other forever. Just talk to me.”

Emily crept over to the door, resting her hand against it. She stepped closer, leaning on it, grimacing as this sent a tingling sensation through her four tense nipples. “I c-can’t,” she said, her voice choked.

“Yes you can,” Luke countered. “You can tell me anything. Now just come out of the bathroom.”

Her hand cradled the doorknob. She wanted to. She was tired of dealing with this alone. Just the anxiety was tearing her apart.

“Can’t,” she protested hoarsely.

“Open the door, Emily,” Luke said.

And she did for some reason. It was almost unimaginable. But she unlocked the door and slowly turned the knob. Maybe it was her dreams of him. The dream version of Luke fully accepting her, even knowing about the deformities she was hiding.

The door creaked open, and suddenly Emily was standing before Luke, wearing just some jeans and the four-cup bra the nurse had given her, which barely fit anymore. Her breasts were spilling over the cups.

Her chest was heaving. Luke was staring at her, slack-jawed. Seconds turned to minutes as both stood there, unmoving. Her lungs felt constricted. She was mortified. She wanted to run off and hide. She started to turn to go back into the bathroom.

“Wait,” Luke stopped her. “Just—wait. What—what’s going on? Is this what you’ve been hiding? Is this real? You have—you have f-four—” He stammered but couldn’t seem to get out the last word.

Emily nodded meekly. “I’m not...doing it on purpose or anything. I got to this college and it just started—h-happening. A-and they keep growing. And I don’t know what to do,” she choked out, hating that her eyes were starting to water. “I’m a freak.”

“No you’re not,” Luke said quickly, almost an automatic response. “No, you’re not. You’re just—unique. I mean…I’ve never heard of anything like this.”

“Neither has anyone,” Emily responded with a bitter laugh. “There’s nothing about it online. It’s just me and…” She thought of the nurse. “There’s something really weird going on at this university.”

“Yeah…” said Luke, still looking at them. In any other context, it would have been wholly inappropriate. “Yeah, this school is pretty weird. So you said they’re...growing? Why don’t we just sit down and you can tell me what’s been going on.” He finally tore his gaze away from her four breasts, looking her in the eyes with his calm, steady gaze. He took a deep, fortifying breath. “Everything’s going to be okay, Em. I promise.”

They sat down and talked about everything, Emily on the edge of Allison’s bed, her feet fidgeting. Luke in the desk chair facing her as he listened intently. Emily felt a huge weight lifted from her chest—figuratively, at least. It felt good just to open up. To let someone else in on what she was going through.

She told Luke about the steady growth. About her increasing obsession with the campus’ unpasteurized milk. About the constant heat, the tingling, the bloated feeling. How the second pair seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Luke started to say something but she cut him off.

“You can’t tell Flora,” Emily insisted. “We’re twins. She’ll freak out.”

“She can tell that something’s wrong,” said Luke.

“I’ll tell her if and when I have to,” Emily retorted. “I have a lot to figure out, Luke. I just don’t want anyone else involved right now.”

“Fine,” said Luke with a shrug. At her determined look, he continued, “I promise I won’t say anything.”

Emily sighed in relief. She knew she could trust him. In their years of knowing each other, he had never given her any reason not to. Her hands gingerly cupped her lower breasts. They were plump B-cups, nestled beneath the overhang of the C-cups above them. “I just wish they would stop growing.”

“Are you sure they are?” said Luke, a bit tightly. He cleared his throat and returned his gaze to her eyes.

“This bra fit me fine a week ago,” Emily told him. “As a matter of fact, it was loose. Now it’s too tight.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“They are just so uncomfortable,” Emily went on, enjoying the rare privilege of being able to complain to someone about her bizarre affliction. “They’re full of milk and now they’re leaking and I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Leaking?”

Emily nodded, her cheeks burning.

“Milk?” said Luke dumbly.

“Milk,” Emily confirmed. “And it’s so...fucking...uncomfortable.” She squirmed, her bra seeming to bite even more into her.

“Can I see?”

She blinked and stared at him. But she could tell that Luke had said it without thinking.

“Sorry,” he blurted, embarrassed. “You don’t have to—”

“No, it’s fine,” Emily cut him off, her face hot. She knew that Luke was not trying to be a creep or anything. He genuinely just wanted to help her.

Emily reached behind herself, unlatching the bra. And then slowly, awkwardly, she shrugged it off. She was so embarrassed she felt as though her face was glowing. But she did feel rather good to be out of the wet, tight contraption. She looked down at the four breasts nakedly heaving on her chest. At her swollen pink nipples, which were fat and erect, and dripping even at that moment. At her breast tissue itself, which looked plump and bloated. And then she looked back at Luke.

His lips were parted. He didn’t even try to stop himself from staring.

“They’re so full,” she told him weakly. “I don’t even know what to do, Luke. It’s leaking all over. I can hardly hide it anymore.”

He moved to sit beside her on the bed. She could feel the warmth of his body. Luke seemed ambivalent, his eyes sometimes taking in her chest and other times darting away. There was a flush on his face, clear guilt written across it. She ought to have been ashamed of herself for putting him in this position. But he was the only one who knew. There wasn’t anyone else she could open up to.

“So you’re lactating,” he said.

That was the name for it. The usage of proper medical terminology made her feel a little more grounded. This part was less surreal. It was a thing that happened, in some cases, to women.

“When did it start?” he asked.

“Only today,” she managed, only then recalling that Luke was on a pre-med course. He was looking at her from a clinical standpoint. Nothing more.

“Anything that could have triggered it?”

Her mind spun as she recalled her dream of him. How he had nipped and sucked her. Sucked her nipples for what had felt like hours.

“It could be physical stimulation. It could even have a psychological trigger sometimes. Do you know how long they’ve been engorged?”

“Um...they’ve...been really warm,” she managed, gazing at the floor.

“It looks thick, but I don’t think it’s colostrum,” Luke muttered, studying her. “I’d suggest breast pumps, but that would probably stimulate them and make them grow more.”

“Right.”

“Your best bet may be to avoid anything that could stimulate them. Don’t touch, don’t think, don’t even look at them.”

Emily took in a shuddering breath. “I honestly don’t think that’s going to work.”

Luke bit his bottom lip. He reached forward, but then his hand stopped, suspended over her chest. “Do you mind if I…?”

Emily gave a jerky nod. The situation was so painfully awkward, she almost wanted to die. But she couldn’t neglect the fact that Luke could potentially help her.

He reached out slowly, carefully. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face twisting as she felt his fingers ghost over her upper right nipple. This was the sort of thing that only happened in her dreams.

Then his pointer finger and thumb settled on one of her nipples.

Emily’s eyes flew open as he gave a gentle squeeze, a strangled noise escaping her throat as a squirt of milk flew out of her nipple.

It was so unexpected she sat there panting, her face still contorted from the unexpected sensation. It hadn’t been entirely awful, just... extremely strange. Maybe even sort of okay.

“Oh yeah, you’re packed,” said Luke, withdrawing his hand. He looked off for a moment, drawing a deep breath. “Sorry,” he mentioned.

“It’s okay,” she squeaked.

“I shouldn’t be...this is weird. Not you,” he quickly added. “Just this. I mean, my involvement. I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No you’re not,” said Emily, her four breasts wobbling slightly as she looked up at him.

“I’m making myself uncomfortable,” he said, still not meeting her eyes.

It took her a moment to process that. Was she...having an effect on him?

“I should go—”

“Stay,” she blurted.

Luke paused and looked down at her.

“I just—they’re so tight,” Emily said, grabbing a fistful of his sleeve against her better judgment. “They’re so fucking full, Luke. Only you seem to know what to do and I—I need you to help me.”

He licked his bottom lip. It was an unconscious action, and she found herself staring at the glistening pink skin.

“Help me, Luke,” she entreated.

And she didn’t know who made the first move, but suddenly they were kissing, Luke’s hands on her, exploring. They kissed with desperation, years of inhibition dissolving between them. Luke’s kisses trailed along her jaw, and then her throat. Emily groaned as he went lower.

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