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“F-fuck that feels good, Carter. So good.”
He just smiled slightly and kept suckling. He swallowed a few more mouthfuls before he lifted his head, interrupting his ‘breakfast’ to say, “I need to tend to some business today, so you’ll be spending the day with Wren, okay?”
Then he went back to my breast. I moaned. His soft lips, the way he used his tongue, it was all so good. The pleasure was sointense I could barely think, but I had questions. My curiosity was all that saved me from the rampant horniness.
“Business? What type?” I asked, between moans.
“A cow,” He said, simply.
“A c-cow? Like me.?”
He popped off my tit and met my eyes fervently. “No. No one is like you.”
“But it is another woman, right?”
“Not this one.”
“A man?”
Carter didn’t answer, he just went back to suckling while he massaged my other breast, adding to the relief and pleasure flooding my system. So much milk. I was so full of it. I allowed him a few more seconds, maybe it was minutes. I needed it, but I knew he did too. That was my bargaining chip. Summoning enough willpower, I pulled his chin up, forcing him to release me.
“Carter, if you won’t tell me, then you can’t drink from me,” I said slowly, trying to catch my breath.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” he said, and tried to get back to his meal.
I grabbed his hair and held him away. He grunted and ground on my leg. His expression was almost petulant and annoyed, the same kind of annoyance I’d seen on kid’s faces. It was the first time I’d ever seen him not fully in control. It was endearing.
“You can’t deny me milk. I need it. I need my … Vitamins,” he teased.
“Yeah, yeah, but if you want to drink from me, you follow my rules.”
For a moment, he looked at me with something close to betrayal. Then his smile changed, like he was proud.
“Look at you! Driving a hard bargain.”
“Don’t change the subject,” I whispered.
He sighed, looked at my tits again, and finally gave in. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but once you know, there’s no going back.”
“There’s no going back anymore for me anyway,” I said, with a look at my huge udder-like tits.
“Fair point,” Carter chuckled.
Carter moved from the bed, but not before giving my nipples one final lick to get the last dangling drop of milk that was there. Then, said he was finding me something to wear. As he browsed through clothes in his wardrobe, I thought about the beautiful dress he’d customized for me. The same dress that now wouldn’t fit. What a shame. I liked it. Carter came out of the closet with what I thought was that dress. When he laid it out on the bed, I saw the enlarged bust and the reinforced buttons.
“I took the liberty of getting a version more suitable to your new measurements,” he said.
“Carter, That’s so… Gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you, my lovely little cow. Shall we?”
I nodded. Once bathed and dressed, Carter took me down in the elevator, then towards the milking bays where I had been tied when I first arrived. I took a deep breath, trying to push away the bad memories. My body reacted to it, though, with arousal rather than fear. It took a moment for me to notice the wet spots spreading across the chest of my dress.
“We are almost there,” Carter said as we walked past women moaning and begging for more. A few farmhands were tugging their breasts, milking them, literally. One of those we passed, however, was being fucked intensely while she was being milked. She moaned and pleaded for more through it all.
“The milk I get. It’s business, but why the sex?” I asked.
Carter hummed. “A side effect of the treatment is acute libido increase. Not fucking them tends to add distress. That sours the taste of the milk.”
