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Letting Down

by: Theo Winters

Written for Fenris49

>> Thursday

Liz woke with a gasp and rolled over, feeling her sheets cling to her skin. She pulled at them, trying to get them free as they seemed to stick to every part of her body. Everything felt cold and clammy, and she had to struggle to get out of them.

Finally she pushed the sheets off herself and rolled of the bed, landing in a heap on the floor.

Shaking her head, trying to clear it, she sat up and looked over her bed. Her sheets were soaked with milk, and so was every part of her exposed skin. Her breasts were larger than ever and her nipples were thick and long, dripping milking.

She climbed to her feet and looked over her bed. Her sheets were ruined, and her bed might be as well. There was a puddle of cold milk in the middle of the bed, rippling around the sheets.

"Damn," she whispered to herself. Turning around she looked at the clock neck to her bed, surprised to see that she had slept through her alarm, and it was too late to go to the gym before work.

Liz grunted and threw some towels over the mess on her bed and went into the bathroom. She climbed into the shower, feeling the hot water running down over her milk covered skin. She started to run her hands over her body, cleaning the milk from every nook and cranny that it had settled into.

She ran her hands over her skin, trying to be quick about her shower, only to find something strange along her sides. Turning her head to the side she looked down over her hips. The small hairs she had noticed the day before had grown into a patch of fur, a thick patch of white fur that felt soft against her hands.

Turning to look at her other hip she found the same patch of fur, this time in black. In fact as she searched over her body she found small patches of fur all over, some white, others black and a few a mix of both colors.

She continued to inspect her body, finding that there were more changes. There were four small lumps on her belly, under her navel, right where it had felt tender the day before. In addition there was a patch of fur right at the top of her ass that was much longer than the rest. The skin under the hair was tender as well.

Liz closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to understand what was happening to her. Turning around under the water she felt it spray over her new fur, finding the experience rather pleasant on the whole. She stroked one hand over her fur, the other reaching up to rub her breasts, feeling the milk flowing heavily from her nipples.

With her eyes closed she rubbed her hands over herself, teasing and stroking with her fingertips, basking in the new feelings that rushed through her body. It was different yet amazing at the same time. One hand finally dipped down to rub at her sex, teasing over the lips and sending a new jolt of pleasure through her body.

She leaned against the wall of the shower, rubbing and teasing herself, both hands moving over her body, trying to touch everything at once. Each touch sent a new jolt of pleasure through her body. It didn't take long for the touches and the pleasure to bring her to an orgasm strong enough to make her slide down the wall, gasping for breath.

It took the shower turning cold to bring her out of her haze of pleasure. Opening her eyes, she found her brown hair plastered over her face, the water running freely over it. Brushing the hair back she turned off the water and stood up, feeling it drip off her body.

Finally she grabbed a towel and started to dry the water off her skin and her new fur. It felt nice, though her belly was still tender. It took longer to get dry than she was used to, at least as dry as she could get. Her fur and hair were still a bit damp, and she wasn't sure there was anything she could do to get them dry.

With a deep breath, she stepped out and pulled on her robe. Holding it closed around her breasts she walked to the living room and picked up the phone. With a quick dial she called the office only to have Daisy answer the phone.

"Daisy, this is Liz," she said.

"Hello, Bessie."

She giggled at the silly pet name. "I'm not really feeling good today. I'm going to stay home."

"Okay, don't do anything I wouldn't do," the blond said over the phone. "I'll stop by tonight on my way home."

"Don't do that," Liz said without thinking, her hand pulling her robe tighter. "I don't want you to get sick as well," she added. The words sounded flat even as she spoke them.

There was a pause over the line then a slight snicker from Daisy. "Okay, but keep me posted on how you are feeling. You get some sleep, hon, and keep milking those fat breasts."

"Yes, dear," Liz replied then ended the phone call.

Letting out a sigh, she sat down, only to jump up with a yelp the moment her ass made contact with the cushion of the chair. Pulling her robe back she looked down over her back, the strange fur, brown, just like her hair, had grown much longer and thicker, hanging down over her ass. At the same time the skin had pushed out like a nub, right over her tail bone.

A frown crossed over her lips as she touched the growing skin. It was a tail--it had to be a tail. It simply couldn't be anything else. It twitched under her touch, almost like it was growing. The new skin was covered in the same fur that was scattered over the rest of her body.

She tucked it to the side and sat down, trying to get a feeling for the changes in her body. She didn't know what was going on; she knew she should be worried by what had happened, but she wasn't. The changes felt nice, and she couldn't deny the love she had for her now massive breasts. If it came with a tail then maybe it was worth it.

Liz laughed at this and shook her head. She had no idea what was going on, but she couldn't be sure anything was worth it.

Without thinking she opened her robe and started to rub her breasts, feeling the pressure just under the skin as her nipples grew hard. Her fingers started to dance over the stiff length, the small jolts of pleasure warming her and allowing her to relax.

Closing her eyes she rolled her head back, letting her hair fall over her face and shoulders. There was a slight itch at the back of her ears, but she just ignored it, instead focusing on stroking her breasts. She shifted in her seat, a small moan escaping her lips. The movement put pressure on the small nub of her tail, sending an additional wave of pleasure through her body. Pressing her eyes tightly closed, she started to wiggle her ass against the back of her chair, moaning from the extra stimulation.

The warm feeling of her milk was starting to roll down her fingers, slowly bringing her back to her senses. Blinking open her eyes she looked down at her breasts, surprised to see the amount of milk that had run down over her dark nipples and along her fingers. It was starting to drip off her arms and onto her robe.

Liz also felt the pressure on her tail, now more discomfort than pleasure. Readjusting herself in her seat so her tail was free fixed that little problem. Once that was fixed, she reached for her breast pump and pulled them over her breasts. Her nipples felt tight against the edge of the cups, and the first couple of pumps pulled them into place with a little bit of discomfort before her milk started to flow.

Her fat nipples provided just enough friction to keep the cups on without Liz having to hold them. She then took her hands away to stroke the soft flesh of her breasts, feeling more fur running up through her cleavage. She stoked it gently in time with the suction of the pump, enjoying the warm feelings it sent though her body.

She had lost all track of time when the pump turned off, the collection bottles full. The flesh of her nipples tugging at the plastic and it took what seemed like an extra amount of force to pull them free. Rubbing her fat nipples, she took the bottles to the sink, looking down at the milk as she started tilt the bottles. She stopped when only a few drops had fallen over the lip of the bottle to puddle in the sink.

It still felt wrong to just send the milk down the drain, and she couldn't bring herself to do it. There had to be something she could do with the milk, maybe there was some way she could donate in same fashion. The idea of any organization taking breast milk made her laugh.

Her mind slipped back to the other night, when she had sucked the thin watery milk directly from her teats. It had tasted nice, but it was the last time she had taken a taste of the milk. With a touch of trepidation she lifted one bottle to her lips and took a sip.

The taste of it was wonderful, better than anything she had ever tasted. Throwing her head back, she started to gulp the milk down, feeling the thick liquid rolling over her tongue. It was warm, and stuck to the roof of her mouth. She could feel it running down her throat and into her belly, giving her a warm feeling deep inside that spread into the rest of her body.

Liz put the first bottle down and picked up the second one, drinking it just as fast. It filled her mouth so quickly that some of it spilled out and ran over her cheeks and chin. As soon as the bottle was done she licked at her face, trying to get every last drop, not even noticing that her tongue was able to reach down to her chin.

Carefully she set the bottle down and wiped the last few drops from her face. She felt fantastic, her belly was full and her breasts were empty, at least for the next hour or so. For the moment everything slipped her mind, her breasts, the fur, even her tail. With a belly full of her own milk, everything was just perfect.

She walked through her apartment, planning to return to her bed, only to come up short when she saw the milky mess that had been left behind. With a shrug she turned back and settled down on her couch, placing her tail between the cushions and lifting her feet up onto the coffee table. As she relaxed into a milk filled fog she noticed that her toenails looked larger, and were an odd shade of black.

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A feeling of pressure brought Liz out of her joyful stupor. The sunlight had faded away, leaving a slight blush of twilight on the horizon. Blinking, she sat up and reached for her breasts. There was pressure filling them, so much that small dribbles of milk were starting to run down her chest, but that wasn't what had brought her around.

Reaching down to her belly she found something she never expected. It felt soft, but not like when she was younger and still had her baby fat. This was a giving softness that started from below her belly button and ran down above her crotch. Exploring it with her hands, she found that the swelling had none of the fur on it, unlike the skin around it.

Liz tried to look down at her belly only to be surprised that she couldn't see over her breasts. She tried to push them aside, then to separate them, but they were simply too massive to see what was really going on.

With a grunt she stood up, feeling her feet try to cramp up. She hurried towards the backroom, bracing herself against the wall to keep her balance. The tuft of fur on her growing tail brushed against the back of her legs with each step, just above her knees.

It was slow going, each step trying to throw her to the ground. It was almost like her feet weren't working the way they should be. They were stiff and felt numb at the same time and forcing her to walk on her toes. Her swaying tail helped her balance a little bit, but not enough.

Finally she made it into the bathroom. Holding onto the doorknob she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Even from the front her breasts were in the way, but she could clearly see the swelling on her lower belly. It was curved out with a slight bit of sag, highlighting four growing nubs that were starting to arch out from the swelling. The four were arranged in a large square in the center of the swelling.

While the black and white fur covered most of her belly, it didn't touch the swelling, which was still the same pink as her skin always was. In fact it was the only skin left exposed between her hips and her breasts.

Liz leaned forward to rub the swelling, feeling a jolt of pleasure as her fingers sank into the skin. It felt full, like her breasts, and the nubs started to tingle. She gently ran her fingers over the nubs, feeling the strange new pleasure with each and every touch.

The pressure of leaning forward was enough to start the milk flowing again from her breasts, slow trickles of the milk running over her huge teats and dark areola. It trickled around the large curve of her chest and into the fur below.

She giggled happily and lifted her breasts, trying to get a feel for how much milk was in them.

With her hand free of the door knob, she found herself losing her balance. She stumbled back on her numb feet, struggling to keep her balance, but failed. Her legs were swept out from under her, and with a second yell she fell to the floor.

Liz landed on her larger ass and tail. The flesh of her expanded ass absorbed some of the force of her landing, but her tail was still pinched behind her. It sent a jolt of pain through her body.

Moaning a bit, she struggled and pulled her tail free, rubbing her back as she did so. Looking down over her breasts she saw her feet; her toes were almost gone. The black nails had grown much larger, swelling out over her toes, forming them into cloven hooves.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the strange feelings running through her body. She reached down, touching the swelling on her belly, feeling it twitch in enjoyment. It was an udder; it had to be an udder, and nothing else.

Liz smiled and rubbed it again, giggling to herself as her pleasure grew. Finally it was too much to bear, so she struggled back to her feet and hurried towards the phone, pulling her robe close around her body. Her hands were shaking as she stumbled along, pressing her shoulder against the wall to keep herself upright.

Reaching the kitchen she picked up the phone and dialed as quickly as she could.

"Daisy," she said as soon as she picked up the phone.

"Hello, Liz!"

"Would you like to come over? I think we could have some fun."

There was a sort pause over the line before Daisy let out a soft sigh. "I can't, I have some things to prepare tomorrow. You should just relax and stay at home, forget about work tomorrow."

"But if I stay home, I won't see you," she protested softly.

Daisy laughed. "Don't worry yourself! I just want you to sit down and relax. Are you in pain?"

Liz shook her head as she spoke: "No, well... unless I sit on my tail."

"You have a tail?" she asked with a bit of surprised and maybe a hint of satisfascination.

"Yes, and I'm starting to get an udder."

Daisy took a deep breath, the phone causing it to sound almost like a stifled laugh. "Okay, just relax. Go and lay down, pump your milk and have a nice night of sleep. I'll come over tomorrow, alright?"

"But, tomorrow?" Liz asked with touch of sadness.

"Yes, tomorrow," she insisted. "Now go milk yourself and get some sleep."

Liz blinked in surprised, letting her hand drop from her robe to reach up and start to stroke over the underside of her breasts. "I'll get some sleep," she said softly.

"Good. You have a good night Bessie," Daisy said with a slight giggle then hung up the phone.

Liz looked at the phone in her hand, holding it long enough for the familiar squeal to come over the line. Finally she put it back on the hook and pulled her robe open. She did need to milk herself, her teats were leaking heavily now, the milk rolling down into her fur.

She walked over to her breast pump, pressing the cups to her wet nipples. The milk allowed them to slide in without much trouble, but the long teats pressed at the back of the cups, pinching them slightly. Holding them carefully in place she turned the pump on, letting out a moan as it started to suck. The feeling of the milk rushing out her breasts sent immediate jolts of pleasure through her body.

Leaning back she rubbed her breasts, feeling the pressure lessen under the skin, the flesh becoming tender. She could feel the start of fur growing under her finger tips, almost eager to rise up to meet her fingers.

As the pleasure grew, she ran a hand down to rub her growing udder, pressing at the soft flesh before starting to tease the four growing teats. The touch of her fingers against them sent pleasure crossing over all four teats and up to her breasts.

With her eyes closed she slipped her hand under her udder to tease at her snatch, feeling the familiar wetness over the puffy lips of her sex. She flicked her thumb over her clit, then let out a cry as she started to climax, bucking in her seat as the pump did its job.

Pulling one of the collection cups free she grabbed her breasts, arching her neck to reach down towards them, but finding that the size of her breasts was a hindrance to nursing from herself. With a grunt, she pulled the collection bottle off and gulped down the fresh milk, then returned the pump to her breasts.

By the time the last drop of milk was pumped free of her breasts, she was desperate for the touch of her girlfriend.

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This story was written and copyright 2009 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be milked.