Marcy's Magical Milk Jugs: A Sizzling Hot Fantasy Romance with Exhibitionism & Adult Nursing

Marcy hates being flat-chested. When she gets her hands on a formula that magically increases bust size, she takes three times the recommended dosage and wakes up the next day looking like a pornstar.

Who better to help her break in her new tatas than Marcy's sexy neighbor, Chris? Boy, is he in for a surprise when he discovers the delicious cream bursting out of her engorged breasts...


EXCERPT:

"Marcy?" he said, staring at my tits. His eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his skull.

I could no longer hold my laughter in. I giggled as quietly as possible before I gathered my wits long enough to say, "That's me."

"Sorry," he said, looking back up at my face. But he was only able to hold my gaze for a second before his eyes were drawn back down to my tits.

The fact that I had such a powerful hold over him was such a thrill, not to mention an aphrodisiac. I had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to turn me down even if he wanted to, and I had a feeling that he definitely wouldn't want to. This was such a brilliant revelation; it was practically intoxicating.

"I'm sorry, Marcy," Chris said, clearly forcing himself to meet my eyes again. "I don't mean to stare. I gotta say you look amazing, though. When did you get the surgery?"

"I didn't."

"Yeah, right." He laughed.

"I'm completely serious. I didn't get surgery at all. I took a pill. Well...three pills actually. The change wasn't supposed to be quite this extreme."

He cocked his head the other way and arched an eyebrow. He definitely was not convinced.

"It's true. You can tell by the way they feel. I've never felt fake boobs before, but I've heard that they're hard and firm. Mine aren't. Mine are real," I said, reaching up to caress my right boob. I even slid a couple of fingers under the bikini top to give Chris a voyeuristic thrill.

He was busy staring at my tits as I continued to fondle them, so I took the liberty of gazing at his crotch. He wasn't wearing bike shorts--he had on basic old blue jeans--but even so, it was clear that he had a massive hard on.

"Have you ever felt fake boobs before, Chris?" I asked.

"Uh...yeah. A couple of times," he said, unable to peel his gaze away from my tits.

This was it. With a pounding heart, I got up from the sun lounger and walked right up to him. I finally removed my hand from my tit, and I reached down to grab his hand.

"Why don't you cop a feel?" I offered along with a naughty smile. "See for yourself that they're real."

I took a deep breath and guided his hand up to my chest. He didn't resist.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Chris murmured as he caressed my tit with his strong, calloused fingers.

A moment later, he brought his other hand up so that he was fondling both tits. Deft fingers slid under the fabric to stroke my nipples, and I nearly shrieked in ecstasy. I arched my neck back and willed myself not to cry out as he played me with the expertise of a maestro.

I was throbbing with desire. I wanted nothing more than to straddle him right there on the stone floor of the courtyard, but I knew that wouldn't fly. It was barely eleven o'clock on Sunday morning and there were twelve or so other people who lived in our building. We'd be caught in a matter of minutes.