Character Recreation - Part Four

Standing in shock I'm only broken from my stunned silence as a soft chime comes from the laptop as a nearby phone begins to buzz, on both screens the same remainder popping up.

'9:30 - Pump' 

My heart skips a beat before it begins to hammer even harder, the aching in my chest and the slowly building wet patch in my robe screaming at me for attention and release. With a sharp hiss the coffee machine begins to release a dribble of dark aromatic coffee, the sound of the pressure release causing my to jump as I feel my soft squishy body jiggle with the sudden movement.

Behind me seems to have been the lion share of the kitchen, with an over and stove top surrounded by marble countertops lined with various appliances and conveniences. A chill runs up my spine as I spot a drying series of plastic parts, the small bottles along with the shield and plastic tubes.

Beside the mess of tubes and pump parts sit an appliance made of clear and black plastic, the inside containing a series of small bottles standing upright and cleaned to perfection.

"Shit..." I croak, my hand reaching up as I feel my breasts through the thick white plush robe. While the warm fabric yields under my touch the sagging mound beneath feels almost painfully tight and full, the heavy hanging weight having grown more so as something rather obvious had built up inside it.

 

"Hello?" I call out in my husky yet feminine voice, my whole body cringing as I listen to the tired voice escape my lips. However, beyond the sound of the wave, the buzzing of the phone and the brewing of the coffee I can't hear a peep from anywhere else in the house.

With a deep sigh I step towards the phone, the bounce of my chest with the heavy foot fall bringing a tear to my eyes. It's all so tight, so full, and desperate to be released, my face contorts and I suck in my lips and furrow my brow in frustration. Reaching up with my left arm I try to give the head sized mounds some level of support, the heaving mass weighing far more than I would have expected atop my slender arm.

Snatching up the phone I quickly get rid of the notification, the screen rapidly shifting to a picture of my new body that snatches the breath from my lungs.

The curvy brunette kneels down in a set of somewhat loose jeans, the legs appearing baggy down around the calf before turning tighter and tighter around her generous thighs and rear. A large water proof jacket hangs open around her, the red plastic framing her massive chest as it strains at the tight and rather stretched out white top that clings to her like a second skin.

Beside her stand three kids, two identical looking young boys dressed in camping gear and with little bags resting by their feet as well as a taller and relatively old young girl in a crisp clean school uniform. Brown haired and featuring blue eyes, there is no question that the children are hers, the familial resemblance leaving my blood running cold as my hand drops to press against my abdomen.

"Holy shit..." I barely manage to wheeze out, my fingers sinking into the stretch mark riddled belly fat as I feel my stomach twist itself into knots. "Seven..." I gasp, my grip on my belly growing tighter before I look down at my heavy swollen tits. "... So there's... more..." 

 

Shuffling around towards the coffee machine I watch as it begins to pour foamed milked into the awaiting mug, the aroma quickly reaching my nostrils as I feel my whole body yearn for the caffeine waiting within. My gaze darts between the disassembled breast milk pump and the coffee, my shoulders slumping as I feel the aching need inside my swollen chest reach a fever pitch.

"Already leaking..." I grumble, my lips turning into a snarl as I snatch at the washed and dried equipment before grabbing a bottle to go along with it. Clutching the bundle of plastic to my side I grab the coffee as well, my mind turning to the plush looking sofas in the living room.

As I walk around the kitchen counter I feel my hips grind into a heavy sway, my thighs grinding together beneath the robe as my ass shakes obscenely with each and every stride. I'm forced to adjust my grip as I feel my chest bounce and rub against the inside of the robe, my thick and painfully engorged nipples grinding against the soft fabric in a deeply disconcerting manner.

"Stupid fucking... I..." I blurt and blubber trying to find the words as I stagger into the living room with my arm now support the heaving bust I had been left with.

The room features the same deep green walls and dark brown varnished skirting as the entry way and dining room. As I step into the room a let out an involuntary sigh, my feet sinking into the soft carpet as I suddenly feel a pain I didn't even notice begin to ease from my slightly swollen feet.

To my left I spy a large bay window, the massive panes of glass acting as the site of a great reading spot as it overlooks the garden and the ocean beyond. Toys sit scattered around the floor by the window, a set of school books and young adult fiction novels sit in a pile along with them next to the cushions in the bay window.

As I scan around to the right I look over a set of floating shelves bolted to the wall next to the massive TV, the shelves flanking the enormous screen and playing host to various photos over the years. Further to the right of the room extends yet more hallways, the darkened passage splitting off into a T-shape and into parts unknown.

Reaching the couch I carefully lower my bloated and busty form into the leather cushion, the cold material eliciting a shocked yelp as I strain to not spill the coffee into the plush shag carpet below. As I ease back into the set I feel my joints creak and pop, my wide hips and my knees seeming to take the brunt of my age despite only being in my thirties.

Biting at my lower lip I let the pumping equipment tumble into my lap, my eyes going wide as saucers as I catch a glance of thick brown pubic hairs peeking out from between my immensely squishy thighs. With a slight wiggle I let the robs slide down my shoulders, my soft and squishy body soon largely being on display as I sink deeper and deeper into the sofa.

 

Reaching over I turn on the TV, the screen immediately flickering to some sort of local morning news program as the house is soon filled with chatter from the hosts. Placing the coffee mug on the neighboring cushion I swing my legs up onto the chaise section of the sofa, my flabby thighs and calves pooling out as I spread my legs slightly.

Fumbling with the components of the pump I quickly start to assemble the various parts, my gaze shifting awkwardly between my swollen veiny chest and the very visible mound coated in a thick carpet of pubic hair. As everything begins to come together I stare at the cone-like pieces of plastic, my hand slowly lowering one to my left breast as I begin to fiddle with the dial on the electric pump.

"Okay... so I just lock this..." I mutter, twisting one of the bottles into place before reaching to slowly turn the dial. Any further words are brought to a sudden stop as the low pulsing hum of the pup takes off, my eyes going wide and my lips parting with a squeal as I feel the plastic seal around my areola ever so slightly.

My lips quiver as I slowly increase the pressure, my breath catching in my throat as I finally feel something squirt from the pained pink nubs and watch as a watery white liquid begins to dribble down into the waiting bottle.

A low and delighted moan slips from my lips as the pump begins to do its work, the tight ache in my chest easing ever so slightly by the minute. I squirm a little in my seat as I reach over to take the coffee cup, a flush warm soon building ever so slightly between my legs as the constant teasing pressure pulls at my overly sensitive chest.

"Is that meant to feel..." I muse, my words tumbling to stop as I let out a little moan. In an effort to silence myself I bring the coffee to my lips, the pathetic little yelps soon being replaced by the long drawn out grown of a tired mother getting her morning coffee.

As I slowly pump, switching breasts part way through and even needing to use a second bottle, I glance over the pictures as my slowly sharpening mind begins to buzz with the coffee.

Old school pictures from the late 2000's show a beautiful young woman, her dazzling bright blue eyes and extremely generous perky bust quickly catching my eye. Dressed in a very basic white and green gingham uniform, many of her pictures begin to feature a dark-haired young man the later they go. The prom night picture seals the deal, the young woman now dressed in a low cut emerald green dress as she stands next to the young man, both their cheeks blushed a shade of crimson that is truly hard to describe.

The wedding picture does not appear to be all that long afterwards, though the subtle bungle in the young woman's belly really saying just why they had tied the know so soon after high school.

As time goes on the pictures become more and more disjointed and hard to follow. Many pictures of babies and small children, birthdays and firsts from school days and sporting events.

"How many is that?" I mutter, sipping more at the coffee. "Three from the phone... that one has dark hair so that's four and..." I muse, glancing down as I fill another bottle with the much needed milk. "Five... Five kids... Fuck me..." I sigh, groaning loudly as I toss my head back.

More pictures dot the shelves, from the couple standing in front of a small house to them and their parents painting walls. A cafe, a restaurant, and various small shops also appear amongst the photographs, each showing a slightly older image of the couple until the most recent one reveals the couple with my replica holding a baby inside a small fishing supply store.

"Do they... we I guess, run... these?" I ask, not really expecting an answer from anyone in particular in the empty house. Looking around I take in the sheer size of the property I had found myself in, the massive home with seaside views likely costing millions for just the land itself let alone the lavish home atop it.

"I guess this is what the upper class selection got me" I weakly chuckle, my belly shaking as I laugh. "Or I guess being on very easy mode?"

 

As the last droplets of milk are squeezed from my raw nipple I finally shut of the pump, my hands clutching at the warm bottles of milk as I struggle between the feeling of terror and delighted comfort. Its as though a weight had not only been lifted from my shoulders but from inside my very body itself, though with the sheer amount of milk I had pumped that feeling was certainly not metaphorical.

Sighing in blissful comfort, the constant ache in my chest almost being so far from my mind as to have never happened, I toss the pumping equipment to the side. Standing up, the robe being left behind on the sofa, I stand up in the cold morning air with my flabby and rounded body on full display.

I wince as I feel the weight drag down on my hips and my chest, my knees aching and popping a little as I stretch out my legs and try to ease out my joints.

"Jesus Christ..." I groan, shuffling back towards the kitchen as I catch the lightly tan and motherly figure in the reflection follow along with me towards the fridge. I'm forced to look away, not wanting to watch the doughy MILF waddle around naked as I finally reach the fridge and quickly toss the bottles inside.

I slam the door shut as something catches my attention, a series of filled bottles much like the ones I had just made waiting to be used. My stomach growls as it demands attention, the scent of the cooling food on the counter soon calling to me as I begin to shiver.

I can feel sweat cling to my body, in particular under my sagging chest and around my thighs and massive rear. The subtle wetness between my legs from before and the trickle of lost milk also remains stuck to my skin, everything leaving me with a sense of being unclean.

"Alright..." I grumble, turning away from the fridge. "First things first, I'd better..."