I knew what masturbation was. I'd known for quite some time. Teenagers are curious, nothing taboo or wrong about that. My chest wasn't large, A cups probably. I liked wearing sports bras anyways. Despite their size, I did fondle them and that did enough for me. Sometimes, I wished I could lactate. Odd, but something about it intrigued me. I wanted to be knocked up. It felt like a primal urge inside, aching to come out. I...