Molly stood up straight, and looked in the slightly slanted, makeshift mirror of the sorority house, Phi Alpha Delta, better known on campus as PAD. The mirror was known to make the girls look thinner than your typical mirror, or so they said at least. But Molly was the thickest girl in the sorority, and she had grown confident in her body. Formal was coming up, and she had been asked out by Tommy Green, the handsome lacrosse bro who half of her sorority had a crush on (And many had slept with.)
She looked into her own dark green eyes, the type of eyes that could pierce one's soul, and then admiringly looked down at her large, heaving breasts. They were covered by a thick 34 G cup bra, but yet seemed to be spilling out, not just at the top, which was planned, but also on the sides and even a little bit on the bottom. She had measured at an H cup last time, but she liked to wear bras one size small. Perhaps she would need to adjust. She started adjusting her bra straps, inadvertently feeling herself up, when all of the sudden, she felt an odd sensation in her breasts. Pain wasn't necessarily the right word, but it didn't feel comfortable.
Crap.
Molly realized what the sensation was, and she clumsily unclasped her bra straps to reveal her large breasts. Her nipples had hardened, and a very small, but noticeable white substance was beginning to leak out of them. It was milk.
Not again thought Molly, mumbling it out loud. She was no stranger to this phenomenon, although it typically happened only at the beginning of a growth spurt. A boob growth spurt, that is. And at 19, nearly 20 years old, Molly did not expect this to be happening.
"Molly, are you in there?" It was her sister Katie. Not her actual sister, her sorority sister, but they were close enough that they could practically be family. "I wanted you to see how my dress looks for the formal tonight. I know we looked at it before, but now I'm actually wearing it and I though it looked too tight."
"Just a moment" Molly responded. Sorority bathroom etiquette in Phi Alpha Delta did not entail a lot of privacy. She knew that Katie could burst in the door any minute, so she quickly started strapping up her loosely fitting bra.
"I just didn't want to come off as too slutty, Jared might get jealous. Can I come in and show you?"
"Hold on," said Molly. She reached for the handle to flush the toilet, to make it seem like she was just finishing up a #2. To her dismay, the toilet did not seem to flush properly. Molly turned on the sink to wash her hands of the droplets of milk that she had made. She reached around her heavy boobs, and tried to tie her bra behind her back, but to no avail. Fuck she muttered.
"Come in" said Molly. "I could use your help with something." The bra was around her breasts, held up with one hand, but it would not tie around the back. "The toilet isn't flushing properly."
Katie walked in. "I know, it's been broken for like two days. That bitch Allison clogged it up. You know, Cathy's friend from Tri Kappa." She took a good look at Molly. "Wow," she said. "Having trouble with that?"
"Yeah" replied Molly, a little self-consciously. "I can't get it around my back. My boobs are growing again."
Katie took a closer look at her BFF's incredible rack. Katie wasn't flat chested by any means, as she had a firm C cup on a slender body. She also had long legs, a small torso, and a nice round bubble butt which many girls were jealous of. But her boobs were clearly lacking in comparison to Molly.
"I'll help you," said Katie, reaching for her friend's breasts. Molly accepted her help, turning around slowly. Katie took the straps, and just barely managed to get the bra tied. It looked to be at least two cup sizes small on Molly's huge chest.
Katie could sense that her friend seemed a bit tense.
"What's the matter?" she asked. Molly didn't respond.
"There's no need to be uncomfortable Molly. We're just girls here. Besides, I think they look great."
"I suppose they do," said Molly, still feeling a bit awkward.
"I could only dream of having titties that big," said Katie. "Just about every sister in PAD is jealous of you."
Molly flashed a brief smile. "They are pretty great," she said. "I guess I'll need a new bra."
Katie took yet another long glance at Molly's tremendous tits. They appeared so swollen and firm. And that's when she noticed something. Not only had Molly's nipples hardened considerably, but there appeared to be small white spots leaking out under Molly's large black bra. They were not large by any means, but the contrast in color made them visible.
Katie gasped. "Molly," she said. "Is that. Is that milk? Are you pregnant?"
Molly started as if to shake her head no, but then she realized that the answer was only half-true.
"I won't tell anyone" said Katie. "I'll keep it a secret."
Molly finally spoke up, diffusing the tension. "I'm not pregnant," she said. "This just happens naturally with me. It's a condition of some sort. It happened all throughout high school, especially when my boobs were growing. I took some medication to make it stop, but I guess it's coming back now that, now that my boobs are growing again."
"Oh thank God Molly, but why didn't you tell me this?" said Katie. "You're my sister, you know you can tell me anything."
"Because I wasn't actually popular in high school" Molly blurted out. "I made some things up about that. See, I had a nickname ever since this happened in Math class in the ninth grade and rumor got out. They called me Mad Cow. Everywhere, I went, I was Mad Cow Molly. The guys teased me, but the girls were way worse."
"Oh Molly, come here," said Katie. She walked back up to Molly and gave her a big hug, pulling her skinny, tight body against Molly's thick frame. "You know you'll always be my sister," she said, her face centimeters away from hers. "Plus I think your condition is pretty cool, to be honest."
Molly looked down a couple inches at Katie's pretty face, complete with blond hair, brown eyes, and a hint of freckles.
