My Breasts Inflated, Now I Can’t Stop Lactating

I still remember the night when it happened like it was yesterday. I was just taking my nightly shower like I always do, feeling the warm water cascade down my fur, rinsing the day’s sweat and grime away. I had just finished lathering my body up in body wash when it all started. There was a small tingling sensation in my chest. I glanced down, and to my horror, my breasts were inflating like water balloons before my very eyes. They just kept on growing, and growing, and growing… they hung so low that they covered my stomach. I frantically looked around me to see if there was anything that might have triggered this sudden expansion. However, there was nothing. It was just me and my newly distended breasts.

Panic started to really set in as I shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing my towel to dry off in the process. I stared at my reflection in the steamed-up mirror, my heart beating out of my chest. The fur that covered my breasts were mattered and damp, my skin stretched taut around them. They looked… full… painfully full… It was almost as if I was pregnant, and my body decided it was time to produce milk. However, I wasn’t even pregnant at all. Matter of fact, I wasn’t even seeing anyone!

The next few days were a blur of embarrassment and confusion. Every time I tried to ignore the feeling of fullness, it grew more and more intense until it became unbearable. The slightest touch, even from the very fabric of my clothes, would send a spray of breast milk shooting out. I’ve had to change my outfits multiple times every single day, because everything would just end up soaked. It got so bad, I even had to start wearing absorbent pads in my bra, but even that wouldn’t help. I was a complete mess.

On one particularly bad day, I found myself home alone, feeling utterly dejected. I couldn’t even go to the store without causing a scene. Tears started to stream down my face as a stared in the mirror, hating the sight of these massive alien mammaries. In a moment of desperation, I did something that I never thought I would ever do to myself. I leaned in, took one of my engorged nipples into my mouth, and began to suckle.

The sensation was strange, but the taste… oh, the taste… the taste of my milk was heavenly. My own breast milk was was the most sweetest and delectable nectar I have ever tasted. It was nothing like I have ever imagined. Rich, creamy, and an underlying hint that reminded me of… me. I couldn’t believe it. There I was, a full grown woman, nursing from my own breasts. However, it was more than that. It was… comforting. It was as if my body was giving me a strange, new gift that I hadn’t asked for, but somehow needed.

Over time, I started to accommodate to this new aspect in my life. I started to find myself looking forward to those moments alone, when I could indulge in my own milk without judgement. The act of suckling on my own nipples brought me a peace that I hadn’t felt in a long time. As I grew more and more comfortable, I even began to enjoy the feeling of my breasts jiggling, and the feeling of milk being squirted out of my nipples. It was so… freeing.

However, it wasn’t all just pleasure. As I said before, the lactation was non-stop. Sometimes, I’ve had to wake up in the middle of the night to express myself, lest I ruin my bed. I have to be extra careful around others, lest they notice the trails of milk I often leave behind. It was a constant battle to keep myself clean and maintain my dignity. Slowly, I actually started to find humor in my situation. Who knew that one day, I’d become the non-stop lactating wolf that everyone would be talking about.

To this very day, I still don’t know what caused my breasts to inflate and start lactating so profusely. It’s a mystery that I may never be able to solve. As much as a nuisance it can be sometimes, I’ve come to live with it.

Who knows? One day, I maybe might come to love it.