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Delilah Cole
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. All intimate encounters are depicted between consenting adults. If taboo themes are not for you, we recommend not proceeding. Please enjoy responsibly!
bed, staring up at the ceiling fan as it whirled in slow, lazy circles. She tugged at the hem of her thin tank top, feeling the fabric cling uncomfortably to her skin. She could feel the steady, dull ache in her back and shoulders, an ever-present reminder of the changes her body had been going through.
It had been months now, and she still didn’t understand what was happening. She had always been well-endowed, sure, but this was different. Her chest felt heavy, even sore, and there was a strange, confusing fullness she couldn’t shake. To make things even stranger, she’d started lactating out of nowhere. Just thinking about it made her face flush as she hugged her knees to her chest, feeling the frustration and embarrassment knotting in her stomach.
This wasn’t something she could just ignore, no matter how hard she tried. Simple things, like getting dressed in the morning, now felt like a struggle. Her thin tank top did little to hide her discomfort or the way she had to constantly adjust to ease the weight. She couldn’t even stand for long periods without feeling strained.
With a sigh, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her phone, scrolling aimlessly to distract herself. Every time she tried looking up information about unexpected lactation, she found herself overwhelmed by medical terms and vague explanations. “Ugh,” She groaned, tossing her phone aside.
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