A NEET girl laments not having a girlfriend.

As the door to her apartment shut behind Katharine, she let out a sigh. It was a long day of work, and getting practically yelled at by her boss, actually yelled at by a few customers, and having more than a few narrow misses with spills on her new shirt, Katharine took a few steps forward, sloughing off her uncomfortably fitting work clothes like a moth emerging from its cocoon. She paused a moment before finally removing her bra as well, leaving her meandering through her apartment in just her gray panties.

She walked over to her kitchen sink and opened the cold tap, grabbing a cup and letting it fill. Once it was ready, she pulled it up to her lips and started chugging. Once it was downed it in its entirety, she slammed the cup on the counter and gasped for breath from the ordeal, and once again contemplated the situation she was in.

God, she needed a hyper gf. Fuck, she would settle for someone who was just shy of that mark, too, but damn. Her home life was boring and stale, and she desperately craved any sort of intimate human interaction- not that she would tell any of her few friends. She spent most of her breaks at work fantasizing on what she would do to her future (ugh, let’s be honest; imaginary) girlfriend when she got the chance: constantly tease her to ramp up her bounty, slip that production-enhancing supplement stack she’d seen about online into her food to try and get as much milk from her as possible, lay on top of those gorgeous milk-beds as she would pamper her and pay attention to her every need–

Something snapped Katharine back to reality. Was it the tap she left on? No, she didn’t really care about wasting water, it was covered in her rent. She reached out and turned that off anyway. Then what was she…

Right. God, she had been sweating and dehydrated all throughout the workday, and her anatomy was still plugging along, making do with little water. And now that she just flooded her own system with it, alongside dropping back into those hard fantasies, she basically gave her tits the go-ahead to plump up with abandon. Or at least get to work turning her pretty dry milk into something slightly more palatable. She sighed, tossed her cup into the sink, and turned back to the hallway, meandering to what passed as a living room in this apartment, flicking the light switch on when she got there.

To say this room was a mess would have been kindly avoiding more accurate words, but it was her mess. Somewhere in all the junk was enough components to build seven different milk pumps, she figured, but sitting next to the couch was one Frankenstein-ed together pump, so why go to the bother? She fondly remembered dumpster diving for the last pieces she needed for this monstrosity at one of the three hyper dormitories near her, and she could never get over the intense feelings this thing could make. She had done everything in her power (and budget) to ensure that this thing was going to be as powerful as any proper hyper’s.

God, the fantasies she’d had with this thing. As she flipped the machine on and began to set the nozzles on her nipples, she grumbled over not grabbing another toy to enjoy herself with before accepting that she didn’t have the energy today to enjoy it, let alone go to grab it in the first place. As she felt the first tugs as the motor warmed up, she pulled her left breast out of the nozzle (with some difficulty) and flipped the switch that limited the suction to one side. She flopped onto her side and maneuvered her left tit into her mouth, nursing from it to calm her demanding stomach for the moment being and letting the pump drain the other side.

If only she had someone she could share this with…