Rachel tried not to be a burden on her son as he worked to find a solution. In the meantime, she was cooped up in the house with little to do. It was difficult for her to cook anything with her huge size and she couldn't go out as much since the public exposure of her current height would draw unwanted attention.
So, she could only bear with the displeasure of not being active by watching TV and doing her best to perform at-home Yoga to pass the time; however, she really hated to see her son ordering out.
She even tried to have a home-meal made by guiding her son through the process, but he refused saying he couldn't waste time to find a cure for her height. Even though she knew that she couldn't convince him otherwise, it pained her to see her son not eating her usual meals she enjoyed making.
During one night sleeping on two blow-up beds in the living room space, she felt a growing pain on her chest. Originally, she had felt it but didn't let her son know since she didn't want to cause him more trouble, but now she couldn't sleep and it was becoming unbearable.
Moving into the bathroom, shuffling on her knees to reduce her height while still having to duck under the doors, she removed her nightgown that her son had specially made for her. Underneath, she could see wet patches around her cloth bra and widened her eyes.
"Oh..."
Having experienced this before during lactation when Jake was little, she figured that she was lactating again as a side-effect of growng and as a result, she needed to relieve them.
Only problem, she didn't have a breast pump as she never needed one thanks to her son's eager feeding. She also refused to bottle milk for him, only wanting to nurse him close if he was ever hungry.
Biting her lips over her current predicament, she tried to hand milk them but it turned out harder as she couldn't get anything out.
After a few minutes of trying, she gave up and went back to the living room. With a conflicted expression, she eventually pressed the alert button her son gave to her.
Sleepily, Jake quickly arrived at his mother's side from his bedroom and then was stunned by a stream of tears on his mother's face and the fact that she had no top on.
Trying to ignore the sight of his mother's large chest that could easily envelop him, he tries to clear his throat. "M-mom? W-what's going on?"
"Oh sweetie, I...I don't know if this is because of growing so big, but...I'm...lactating again; however, there's no pump for me to help relieve the pressure. I...need you to help me."
Jake fully understood what she means by "help" and blushes. As a teenager, he also couldn't help but feel a certain arousal over this situation, but he quickly tries to shut out that line of thinking knowing his mother is in pain.
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