Noticeable Veins On Breasts Novels & Stories

My eyes locked onto her chest, which, given our height difference, was just in front of my face. Her black bra, made of thin, satiny material, left nothing to the imagination. Every contour of her breasts was visible: their perfect, round appearance, her small rigid nipples, and the circular patches of her areolae. I raised my gaze slightly, taking in the cleavage puffing above the edge of her bra. Her skin glistened with moisture, goosebumps dotting its surface. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to press my lips to her pillowy mounds.

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.

"How do they look?" I couldn't speak at first. My gaze devoured every detail of her enormous breasts. A series of blue veins traced across the pale skin like delicate rivers, and faint silvery stretch marks curved along the sides or fanned out from her collarbone, giving them a raw, textured beauty that made Mom look ripe for the picking. They were clearly too heavy for her, as I could see the slight tremble in her forearms as she lifted them and the gentle wobble that imparted to the breasts themselves.

Victor I sit at my desk in the quiet consultation room and review Zoe’s medical file again. She is twenty-one years old and has a hormone condition that causes her breasts to produce milk even though she has never been pregnant. I feel a strong sense of excitement when I read the details. I have always had a deep, private interest in women with large, lactating breasts, this feels like the perfect opportunity I have been waiting for. When my assistant tells me she has arrived, I ask her to come in, Zoe walks into the room looking nervous but determined. She wears a simple white blouse that stretches across her chest. I notice two faint wet spots on the fabric right over her nipples.

I let the fabric fall, the cool air of the room hitting my skin, and then I saw them. I let out a soft, jagged breath. Two faded crescents of dark purple and red were stamped onto the pale curve of my breasts. I stepped closer to the glass, my hand trembling as I reached up to touch the one on the right. The second my fingertip brushed the bruised skin, a stinging heat shot through me. "Jesus, Rino," I whispered.

You can literally see the unevenness around the tender skin, the thin solid bumps of my areola, like pimples… You can see how my breasts dip, too big that they sag down a bit, forming the most delicious paw-paw you’ll ever taste. “Fun fact about my breasts? Guess.” I tease myself and laugh, eyes on the camera, smooth hands on my chest as I let it freely glide down the path, peeling off the fabric, stripping my breasts for the camera, down to my nipples, till both tits are bare. “How they bounce.” I jump up a bit, merry, loving how my breasts bounce recklessly and slap themselves, loosen and bounce up and down. My nightie settles around my waist, useless.

I sighed again and looked away from the mirror but paused when I something caught my eye at the last second. I looked back at my reflection to see a faint bite mark on the side of my breast. Then another on my neck. Then another. And another. And another. There were a couple of them spaced out on certain spots on my skin, some were light pink while others were mere indents that would probably fade away in no time. Oh, Adonis.

Deborah couldn't help herself, she giggled and had to bend over from her laughter. Jason found the sight of his mother's tits hanging underneath her bent frame, jiggling with her laughter all the more enticing. He took in the pale creamy smooth skin of his mother's chest. Just faintly visible beneath the skin were small blue veins that crisscrossed the heavy expanse of her breasts. Following the veins, Jason saw that her tits were capped by pale pink nipples that puffed out, creating the perfect tipped slope before her breasts curved back to her chest in full graceful lines. His mother's tits looked like soft heavy handfuls- maybe more than handfuls really. He felt his hormones rage and he s

When I opened them again after taking deep breaths, I straightened my back and decided not to think much of it. After a moment or two, everything had settled again, and I went on with getting ready for the day ahead. I made my way to the bathroom, about to brush my teeth, when I noticed my reflection in the vanity mirror. It seemed as though I had begun to put on weight, especially around my breast area, cause it seemed weirdly full and heavy. My areolas weren't left out, as they felt extremely sensitive and tingly. My eyes widened, and my breath hitched at seeing the size of my breasts. How come I hadn't noticed before?

I was just… me. After rinsing off, I turned off the water and wiped the steam from the mirror with my hand. My reflection stared back at me — wet hair clinging to my face, eyes heavier than they should be for someone my age. I noticed how thin I’d become, how hollow my collarbones looked, but what caught my attention most was the strange birthmark beneath my left breast. A small, swirling vine-like shape. It had always been there, but I never gave it much thought until recently.