Date: Sun, 7 May 2017 04:45:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Craig Brown <craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com>
Subject: No Longer A Virgin Pt 5

No Longer a Virgin Pt 5  (Finale)
By Pepperpuppy


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Previous chapter near the end of it............


Tom then walked over and asked my husband how he'd liked his first spit
roast and handed him a small wad of money, which my husband put into his
pocket while shaking hands. Tom informed me that he had placed an "extra"
large absorbent tampon in my arse to ensue I didn't drip any sperm onto his
carpet, before handing me my underwear to put on and after that, my
clothes, before showing the both of us outside to our truck where I needed
to be helped into the front passenger seat as I was still quite dizzy.

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When he got back my husband gently woke me and kindly told me that he'd
eaten at his brothers' place and that I didn't need to bother about cooking
dinner. Seeing how exhausted I still was he just lay down on the bed beside
me and snuggled into the back of me and began giving me gentle little
kisses on my shoulders and neck, while managing to wrap his arms around me
and pull me closer to him before both he and I fell off to sleep.


I was woken up early the next morning by not only the rays of dawn peeping
through the bedroom but also by the welcoming fullness of my husband's
thick cock thrusting into my bum. In next to not time I was awake and horny
and found myself quickly pushing back against my husband's thrusts and
starting to moan.


"Oh yes please daddy, faster, do it faster" I groaned in ecstasy, enjoying
the feeling of his cock now beginning to thrust hard into me accompanied by
the slapping sound of flesh hitting buttock flesh until I felt his arms
hold me tightly as he pressed up against me and held himself there and I
felt his warm sperm spurt into me hard, fast and deep. I sighed loudly not
only in pleasure but also in satisfaction knowing that I'd enjoy being
woken up like this many times in the future as my father's wife.


I allowed his big cock to remain inside me and slowly shrink back until it
slid out, before getting up from our bed and going into the bathroom to do
my morning body evacuation.


After that I stepped into the shower and commenced my now daily ritual of a
cleansing douche, where I also took the time to gently touch my tightly
bound ball sack which was just beginning to become more sensitive as the
anaesthetic spray began to wear off unaware of my husband's smiling gaze
watching me doing it, as my anus quickly gushed my first douching while I
inserted the thin hose inside me again to repeat the process. I took care
to ensure that my excess faecal waste was quickly broken down by the shower
stream and made its way down the shower drain hole.


After several more douches, I muttered to myself something about being
fresh and clean to be pleasantly startled by my husband joining me in the
shower and his cock now becoming firmer and chubby again as he quickly
worked his way behind me and began playing with my sensitive nipples,
tugging and pulling at them gently which quickly had my body aroused and
myself reacting submissively as I leaned forward till my arms were up
against the shower wall and my bottom pushed back towards him, which
quickly had him shoving his harden cock inside me again which I happily
wanted to have happen, while again he ravaged my arse and deposited his
sperm inside me.


Eventually I managed to soap and clean both my body and his, although he
enjoyed douching me one more time to clean out his seed. Then after we'd
both rinsed off we got out and quickly dried off, before going inside to
both get dressed for the day ahead, him in his dungaree overalls and me in
a long skirt and soft blouse.


As we finished breakfast together, my husband told me that he and his
brothers had reached an understanding that they'd use their tractor to help
plough the soil on our new plot of land for us so we could plant vegetables
for food and sale and that in return he said I might be able to find some
way to pay them back?


My brain and my quickly aroused body told me that meant sex and probably
lots of it, which my husband quickly confirmed saying that he or grandpa
would always be there to make sure I didn't get hurt somehow. He said that
they'd be ploughing early next week and that starting the day after
tomorrow he'd be working fulltime at the town's auto repair shop and that
I'd be responsible for all the housekeeping, cooking as well as looking
after the crop growing.


I quickly agreed to everything that he said, even though it meant I was
agreeing to willingly whore my body as payment to his brothers (and that
probably meant grandpa too, knowing how erect he was when he left our
honeymoon cabin a few days prior). We then began planning what food we want
to grow and that we both had to go around the plot and see about repairing
any fences and whatnot, because he only had a few days to do it and then
I'd be on my own, since it was Saturday today.


For the next two days we both ended up toiling like slaves, me helping to
mend fences and often having to help in hand sawing trees to the ground,
with my husband saying that the first thing his brothers would need to do
was to then pull the stumps out of the ground and haul them into a pile for
burning.


Each day saw us working till the sun went down. Initially I tried to find
some way to be able to break wind and even my husband asked why I wasn't
farting loudly, before I told him how hard I was trying and had him laugh
loudly, telling me not to bother and just do what comes naturally, which I
then started doing, to covered in sweat and too tired to care what it
sounded like, but knowing in some bizarre way, that my husband was
extremely pleased to hear my bum involuntarily expelling loud wet farts.


We'd stagger back to the cabin of an evening and I'd somehow find the
strength to cook us dinner. Both evenings we soon found ourselves
collapsing onto the bed and sleeping deeply, neither of us having the
strength or the inclination to have sex, although Sunday and Monday morning
saw the both of us slaking our sexual thirsts in the shower. By Sunday
morning, the anaesthetic had worn off around my ball sack and the hard work
fixing the fields was extra painful for me.


On the following Monday my husband began working as a mechanic, while I did
the clothes washing, ironing and occasional mending of clothes along with
the house work and cooking. We spent the evening after dinner with him
telling me about his day at work and from that evening onwards another new
rule was created, that we both showered before going to bed and also agreed
that the sex we'd been having every day since our wedding might now have to
become less regular, if we were both going to be able to do our work from
then on. We didn't shake on that point...... instead I "swallowed" on it.


It wasn't until Friday and my husband had left for work that I heard the
sounds of a tractor pulling up outside carrying my two uncles along with
Grandpa, who quickly jumped off as the tractor headed off into the
paddocks. I'd been dreading this, as I had willingly agreed to my husband's
request as to how to pay for the work they would do, but hadn't been
expecting grandpa to turn up as well.


He happily bid me a good morning and I was stunned to see that he had
washed and was wearing clean clothes instead of his usual dungarees. He
seemed to be quite interested in me showing him how the cabin looked inside
and was constantly standing close to me and touching me as he remarked on
this and that. His hands while at first touching or brushing my shoulders,
or back, were soon touching my waist or lightly running over my buttocks
until his right hand seemed to be glued to my right arse cheek which it was
cupping and lifting fractionally.


I knew what he wanted as soon as I felt him standing close up behind me
with his hands around my waist pulling me close to him and his cock was
pushed firmly up against my bum. "Your uncles are going to be busy
uprooting stumps till lunchtime Lee, so how's about you helping your
grandpa feel better and with that he moved me towards our bedroom, rubbing
his stiff cock up and down against my clothes covered bottom.


It then took several hours of sex to make grandpa feel better enough to be
able to lie quietly on bed too exhausted to no longer have the desire to
fuck me again. Although he was demanding in his sexual appetite, he made
sure that my own needs were satisfied and I'd have to admit that grandpa's
cock was still quite big and thick for his age and grandpa's appetite
practically insatiable, until finally his cock drooped over his groin
leaking slightly and we were laying side by side, both left hot and
sweating and the bedsheets a shambles.


I quickly got off the bed and went and showered, my anus pleasantly buzzed
with the pounding grandpa had given me. He shouted from the bedroom that
I'd need to get lunch prepared shortly so I hurriedly dried off and walked
back into the bedroom with my towel tied around my body and quickly donned
fresh underwear under the clothes I put back on from this morning.


Less than an hour later I was being tag teamed by my uncles as they
furiously fucked me. But not before grandpa had told them about some of the
changes to my body, which both they (and grandpa again) took great delight
in exploring over and over again. The amount of wet and dried semen on my
inner thighs and down both legs was testimony to how often I was
impregnated with their sperm. My nipples were swollen and sensitive from
having been suckled so much and after I had suggested it, my tummy was also
full of spunk too as both my uncles happily experienced spit roasting
several times over.


When they all finally departed for home, they told me about next Monday
they'd be ready to start ploughing the ground (not me silly's) as I waved
them off unashamedly standing totally naked and covered in cum. I had to
hurry inside and shower of again before quickly starting the evening meal
to feed my husband, where he found me standing dressed in only my panties
in-front of the stove when he came in.


It only took his hand on my bottom while his finger easily slid inside me
and being removed covered in semen, to tell him I'd been recently fucked as
it wasn't possible to douche myself clean entirely. He gently asked me if I
was OK and on telling him I was, for him to get me to explain what they had
done to me, which I unashamedly told him about, even telling him how I'd
introduced his brothers to the practice of "spit roasting".


That evening I was further fucked for more than an hour by my husband
before he and I fell asleep, although I had to wear a panty and napkin to
ensure the sheets didn't need to be washed again so quickly.


In the morning, I slowly and gingerly made my way into the bathroom as my
anus was quite delicate. My morning bowel evacuation was exceptionally
noisy, so much so that my husband yelled out asking if I was OK while
laughing loudly. Still he was very pleased with what they had done when we
investigated the cleared paddocks after breakfast as he told me that we'd
be ready to plant seed in about ten days.


The weekend was spent with both of us carefully burning off the various
stumps that had been piled up in the middle of the land. By the end of it,
there was nothing more than a few charred branches and a pile of ashes
where previously there'd been fourteen or fifteen thick tree stumps.


The following day saw my husband leaving for work, although not before
seeing his brothers starting to plough the back fields and grandpa
supervising them. If he'd been home just after three, he'd have seen his
father supervising their ploughing me in the bedroom while his head was
underneath me suckling on my nipples as they spit roasted me for the third
or fourth time.


By Friday evening I was a contented and well fucked bride courtesy of my
relations and knew that tomorrow we'd be going and collecting the
fertiliser and seeds to start sowing by the following Wednesday. With a
much large amount of money from the pay checks now than the previous
welfare cheques we'd received had been, our food intake was also much
healthier and the truck was also now running smoothly as well. We'd also
had enough money left to buy a few items to make the cabin much more
comfortable and pleasant to live in.


Three weeks after returning from our honeymoon, I was being driven to Tom's
place again, where in return for even more bizarre and hard pounding sex I
was now the owner of violent purple coloured nipples firmly clamped up so
that only the tips of my nipples were able to be seen when I was naked. He
inspected all the work he'd done to my body while we were there and even
had some sexy lingerie to give me, which my husband told me to immediately
go into the next room and try on before modelling them before the two of
them and again then being fucked senseless, they were so frantically horny
at how I looked in each outfit. At least this time I didn't leave Tom's
drugged.


About eight weeks after that I was being driven to Tom's place again, where
after some local anaesthetic and some deft work, I was now a eunuch for the
rest of my life. My small thin and shrivelled penis now had a very small
ring in the head of it instead of the much larger ring initially put there,
which was now linked to a second small ring embedded in the area where my
testicle sack had once been.


Since my husband had told Tom that he never wanted me to become a woman
with a vagina, this new penis ring made it so that I could now only pee
between the insides of my legs if I was standing up, which necessitated me
having to sit down to urinate, which wasn't such a bother as I'd been doing
it almost constantly since I'd been first pierced almost four months
previously.


What had bothered me as I began to notice it was my butt slowly getting
bigger and rounder while my waist seemed to grow slightly smaller. As for
my chest, I now needed to wear a small bra numbered 34A as to my horrified
embarrassment, grandpa had taken me to a women's lingerie store several
towns away after recently seeing me topless.


My husband's pay had been able to make for a lot of changes to our lives
and we no longer lived like penniless beggars. Our cabin was now quite
pleasant inside and we even had a small TV to watch of an evening. Aside
from my grandpa and dad's brothers, Tom and several shop keepers in other
towns, no one had seen me for several months so it was a surprise when my
husband told me that we'd be going to church the following day for mass.


Now it would be fair to say that we lived in the backwoods quite some way
from normal civilisation and it wouldn't be unfair either to say that for
want of necessity, most families intermarried between each other. Sometimes
it was for love, other times for money, sometimes it was because of a
shotgun being aimed at a couple to ensure that a heavily pregnant girl was
made a respectably married wife (if marriage actually did that). I'd been
married to my father, perhaps out of necessity or perhaps for other
reasons.


Grandpa told me privately one day (after fucking me when his other sons
were on the tractor ploughing our land) it was because his son needed
someone to share his life and that at the time there was no other females
available and needing to be married after his first wife my mum had run off
with a stranger.


I'm telling you this because after six months of married life, I was now
wearing hair that I needed to have tied in a ribbon at the back of me which
was now past my shoulders, along with women's clothes and underwear, my bra
was sometimes an A cup and other times a B cup, my body frame was so much
more definitely feminine that my attire actually suited my appearance along
with my submissive behaviour. Certainly my husband (no longer my daddy)
thought so and was happy with me being like this, both in and out of bed.


Still with my first appearance at church in six months I was scared stiff
at how people would react when they saw "Lee" for the first time. Right
from the outset, I needn't have worried. The church women made me feel
quite at ease and all the girls and boys I used to go to school with didn't
try to make fun of me either (much to my great relief).


When Sunday school time came after mass, I was invited to join the female
adults in a small dining room with the ceiling fans operating at full speed
behind locked doors, instead of the kids having to go to lessons. In there,
I was fussed over, critiqued on my clothing, asked about my bodily changes,
my sex life and how my husband used me, whether he beat me and so on. I was
touched, prodded and probed in various places, often to my loud embarrassed
squeals and peals of laughter from the other women.


I along with several pregnant teenage girls had to go through having their
clothes removed so that the "older" women could see how they were
progressing and in my case, what had been done to me. With myself naked,
there was no hiding the fact I now had small breasts or the fact my nipples
were clamped, which quickly saw deft fingers removing them and placing them
in my shoulder purse before one of the pregnant teenage girls gently placed
their mouth over them and suckled the pain away.


My groin was attracting even more attention with loud ooh's and aghs as
well as gentle hands and hot breaths as female paces bent down to take
closer looks as I was minutely inspected. I was even made to bend over and
show them my now openly gaping anus, which after several inspecting fingers
found several women asking me for more information when I was to invited to
morning tea at their homes.


I also had the bizarre experience of having church elders (who'd I'd always
been scared of) actually sucking my soft penis into their mouths and then
asking me in serious tones if it excited me. Everyone fussed over me like
excited hens as I told them how it felt to suddenly feel something cold and
hard being pushed up my arse while a pair of lips was sucking my tiny penis
quite firmly.


My grunt of surprise quickly turned to sigh as the bottle was just as
unexpectedly pulled out of me and after further jostling behind me to see
my anus by a number of the women, I was gently hugged and then handed first
my underwear and then my clothes so I could get dressed again.


Another older wife then undressed and revealed to everyone a nasty scar and
no vagina, no penis or testicles but only a small tiny opening, as she
calmly told me that her castration had ruined her and that she'd wished she
had had my castration done to her instead. I was as stunned as every woman
there, as no one had ever had any idea that she wasn't actually a female at
all.


Once everyone was decent again, and we'd all washed our hands, the food on
the table was eaten and various things discussed of personal natures about
other people there, which resulted in several invitations to others and a
number to myself including one from the church group's mothers club.


The result of church that day took several weeks to flow through the small
community. As soon as we got home from church, my husband had me telling
him all about the gathering with the church women and what we'd
discussed. I calmly told him what I could recall (which was everything) and
saw his delighted surprise to now be part of the more intimate gossip that
he'd lost touch with once his first wife had run off on him. He also put my
nipple clamps back on, although this time not as tightly so that now they
were actually a small dragging weight on my nipples. After several more
weeks on my nipples he dispensed with them entirely as my nipples were now
quite prominent through my bra (especially when they stiffened)


The next evening at tea, my husband told me about how he'd been asked a lot
of questions by people he knew, along with several invitations for him and
me to go to several other people's places for supper. Normally now both of
us were too exhausted to need to have sex of a night time, but that evening
saw me howling at the moon as my husband furiously fucked and ravaged my
arse to overflowing dribbling sperm leaked out of it, before spooning into
my back and gently inserting his now not so hard cock into me before we
drifted off into contented sleep.


Since going to church, both my husband and I were now part of the
community. This meant helping out friends and neighbours other than my
grandpa and uncles. My visit to the church's recent mothers group saw me
quickly being made the milk maid, to a number of recent mother's breasts
and I often grew very full at the quantities of breast milk I was called
upon to drink.


These meetings (often several times a week) often turned into lesbian sex
frenzies as while I suckled on a pair of breasts, the female owner's cunt
was often being eaten out while her mouth was eating out someone else's,
while I suckled her dry and relieved the pains there, before women changed
places to allow each to be given relief to their heavy leaking udders.


Over the next year, I found that my body grew even more pronounced
femininely as the constant work around the cabin and in the field saw my
body fat burning away except around my hips, bum and breasts. Tom would
sometimes call around of a weekend and give my husband further supplies of
tablets in exchange for furious bouts of sex (bizarre or straight).


Right now I'm struggling to cope with his latest idea as I struggle around
with a swollen stomach. This is because after one of his visits when he was
told about my milk maid duties and dad had wistfully said he'd always
wondered if I would have been a good mother and I said I agreed. This had
Tom excitedly telling him how I could feel like a mother for a month or
even nine months if he wanted.


That afternoon he drove back to his place with me and daddy to be in the
truck behind him, where I was then laid out naked and feet in stirrups on
the table I know knew quite intimately, he inserted in me a large deflated
clear bag with a small pipe leading out of one end and thereby also out of
my bum.


After explaining how much it took to fill the bag(?) he proceeded to have
my husband slowly fill it with warm water till he said that that was enough
for me to feel what it was like for a pregnant woman of six months.


The weight and volume of the water quickly saw my stomach swelling to
become uncomfortably full, but it wasn't until the stopper had been placed
back and I was helped to a seated position on the table that I felt the
weight pressing down on my bladder and anus as well as how much I appeared
to now be swollen.


I groaned loudly as I slowly edged my behind off the bed and my feet
touched the carpet quite shakily and had to be helped by both of them to
walk over to a large mirror which from where I stood, quickly showed my
stomach had swollen quite considerably. I looked on in horror as my husband
cheerfully told me I looked like a woman with a bun rising in the oven,
while I felt like I needed to throw up and pee all at once and said to loud
laughter from both of them.


They then helped me to the toilet and had to help firstly pull down my
underwear and then ease me down onto the seat. My body was screaming at me
to poo and my stomach was telling me to vomit and I said so, which Tom
cheerfully told my husband nothing unusual for a woman in this stage of
pregnancy while handing me a bucket which I placed on my lap.


I tried to find some way of forcing out this horrendous invader inside of
my arse and actually did dry retch, but after ten minutes of trying to do
either and both, managed only to wee, which after I wiped myself dry, had
me struggling to reach down and pull my panties back up before slowly
getting dressed and trying to stand up, all to the delighted looks on my
husband's and Tom's faces.


They then slowly led me back into the lounge room as my now unbalanced body
tried to cope. I slowly sat down on the couch having to wiggle around
slightly until I felt some easing from my now well filled stomach, which I
could only do by sitting with my legs apart.


"You'll have to wear maternity pants from now on" Tom gleefully informed me
while telling my husband I was showing my underwear off to everyone. I
quickly found that trying to drink my coffee had my tummy quickly objecting
while I was struggling to try and stand up for fear of wetting myself or
being sick. "Beautiful, simply beautiful" he said looking at me with a
smile before telling the pair of us I was reacting just like a normal
pregnant woman.


"What about sex" my husband inquired with raised eyebrows, "is she still
able to fuck, or do I have to drain her or something else first" he asked
anxiously as I turned to look at him as if I wanted to choke him. As far as
sex was concerned, I'd happily let him have me whenever he wanted to, and
I'd also discovered as had he that I actually liked to be on my back when
he was inside of me, so that I could kiss him and see his face as well. Of
course for hard fast sex, it was still an "on all fours job" and lots of
hard thrusting pounding of my arse, which I liked just as well.


I of course was also quite happy to kneel in-front of him to suck him off
too. In fact I was perfectly content to have him in me (or on me) anytime,
anyplace and anyhow and sometimes (usually after I'd douched and showered)
he'd go down on me for my pleasure too.


Tom chuckled and switching to a more serious tone informed my husband that
he'd have to be more understanding about sex now also, especially as I grew
larger, which he said he'd come over each weekend and do for me. He then
explained that unless we found some way to make it work, it might be better
for my husband to take me either fuck me doggy style or else kneeling on
all fours and that I could always suck him off at any time as well.


He just had to watch out for his cock thrusting into the bag the wrong way,
or else he might do an injury to himself. He'd also have to be patient with
me and not be to "over enthusiastic" about fucking me either and that I'd
often be uncomfortable having sex if I wasn't ready for it either. "I can
give her something to take if you like to ensure that she feels like she
wants to have sex" he told my husband. "If you want I can even make her
lactate too" which had my husband quickly agreeing and Tom saying that it
was a good decision.


He then turned and told me that I could still douche of a morning, but to
be slow and careful about doing it and that I'd always want to feel like I
needed to go to the toilet at almost a moment's notice. "Since you husband
wants it, I'm going to give you some injection to help express your milk
quickly" he told me with a grin "and I think that a bit of liquid
aphrodisiac mightn't be a bad idea either, don't you agree Zach" which had
my husband eagerly agreeing and Tom chuckling loudly.


With that he suggested we return to his office and as I struggled to get up
(much to my husband's amusement) followed him there. Five minutes later my
buttock and breasts were tingling with a warm wave sweeping over my body
again. "Your breasts are going to swell up over the next forty eight hours
and then the milk should start in" he told me "and in a few hour's time Lee
you should just about be ready to have a bull fuck you" he assured me to my
husband's loud approval.


"You of course understand now Lee that once your milk starts in, you'll
have to breast feed or express your milk regularly otherwise your breasts
will become very painful" he told me. "Obviously your husband's going to be
the main recipient of it, but you'll need a breast pump as well unless you
know of a supplicant new mother that could use it. It won't hurt her
newborn but I'd advise the mother against it. Of course when I call across
each week I'll expect to have my fill too" which my husband quickly assured
him would be the case.


He also suggested stopping off somewhere and purchasing fifteen maternity
bras, as I'd need them very shortly along with maternity trousers, skirts,
dresses, tops and underwear. After thinking for a moment or two he said
he'd make out a list and drop it over tomorrow evening but not before
checking to see that my husband would be home too.


"Well Zach, what say we try out our little Lee and I'll show you some ideas
for fucking pregnant women and making them happy" as he proceeded to start
undressing. As soon as he started the injection seemed to be suddenly
working as well, as my body needed to be fucked and fucked quickly.


For the next hour he (with my husband imitating him) fucked me properly,
paying particular attention to my recently injected nipples, which were now
sensitively erotic when they were touched or kissed. It was definitely
easier to fuck me doggy fashion or else kneeling on the office table, but
Tom also showed a way that I could be comfortably fucked missionary style
even allowing for full body contact (although admittedly carefully).


As I got dressed to leave, he went a got something and coming back handed
me a much lighter and bigger skirt to wear that fitted my now enlarged
waist better than my old skirt, which unfortunately couldn't take the
enlarged me.


We stopped off on the way home and proceeded to buy three maternity bras
(since Tom had said my breasts would swell up several sizes larger), along
with slacks and tops to at least get me through till next weekend where I'd
come back far better prepared. He dropped me off home at our cabin before
driving away to see some people he told me. I struggled into the cabin and
after peeing made myself comfortable infront of the TV.


A few hours later he drove back with Mrs Farrell chair parson of the new
mothers club who took one look at me and almost fainted. When she had
finally regained her equilibrium, was told that this was an experiment
being funded by the government and that it was to remain a closely guarded
secret which when I was ready to give birth would see me whisked away to a
secret place to have the baby......... The silly old cow actually believed
the fairy tale being spun to her!!!


From then on, each week Tom would drive over and guiding my husband watch
as the bag inside me was filled up slightly more. Mrs Farrell would quietly
turn up and help me with the housework while my uncles and grandpa once
they were shown my condition, worked our vegetable crops for me when I
wasn't able to.


I'm not sure who it was, although I'm almost it wasn't Mrs Farrell, but
news leaked out about my condition, perhaps in part because I was no longer
turning up to church each Sunday, but I'm almost damned certain it was
Uncle Tim (not Uncle Jeb) and his big mouth.


With two weeks to go (by Tom's calendar) I was almost as big as a house. I
seemed to be almost constantly peeing, had very little sleep, looked
terrible, was irritable, restless although still quite horny (which was the
only blessing for my husband) and simply wanting Tom to drain me.


A week later I was driven away to Tom's before then checking into a motel
with my husband to allow me to recuperate. After four days of rest, I
gathered up the strength to look at my naked reflection and found my
stomach somewhat flabby and with obvious stretch marks on both it and my
now 40E breasts.


I'd been lactating almost to the hour from when Tom had predicted and was
still feeding my husband four or five a day and night. Tom had injected me
with a medication to dry my breasts up which he gave to my husband to use
on me when HE was ready for it to happen. That took another month to happen
and even then, reluctantly so.


Four months afterwards, I now have 36D breasts although my waist is almost
back to normal, while unfortunately my bum hasn't and won't shrink back
down to its pre pregnant size although leaving me with a quite nice "boot"
behind the body. My skin also is now quite radiant and I look hot for a
seventeen year old country boy/girl.