I did not want to awaken the following morning. The shame and anxiety that was caused by my sister seeing me masturbate had kept me awake for half the night, and thinking about the man on the bus the other half of the night. I really hoped that Amy would not mention my lapse of chastity.
Lying in bed, annoyed and angry with myself, I started my usual morning routine of rubbing Cocoa nut butter onto my growing tummy and flourishing breasts. Although I am not body conscious, I am not a fan of stretch marks.
I placed a small dollop of the oily butter onto each nipple to condition them ready for feeding the baby. Although I would be handing the baby over, we had agreed that I’d be the wet nurse for at least three months. I was really pleased with the current size and shape of my breasts, they had gone from their pert A cup to a perky B cup, and I think they had more growing to do before the baby came. My inverted left nipple had also “popped out” a week ago, which I was really pleased about.