They had grown at least few sizes and left her skin taught and riddled with large veins. She produced, apparently, an abnormal amount and the build up would leave her groaning in the morning as she tossed in her sleep.
That’s how I woke most days, to the sweetly pained mutterings of a swollen-chested woman. I had her wear tight t-shirts with small cut-outs for her nipples. Of course this meant she leaked onto the bed but the easy access to her large oozing nubs more than made up for that. Now I could relive her as she slept so she could get rest I knew she so desperately needed. With some research we discovered that my feeding on her would drain nearly 700 calories due to just how much she would produce, and I always finished her to the last drop.