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“Because you’re falling for her. I can tell.” She paused and looked at Tiff. “The formula seems to be working, but if it doesn’t, we might need to … be merciful and-”
“No,” I said immediately, “No, we won’t do that under any circumstance.”
Susan rolled her eyes and then looked at Wren.
“Be that as it may. You need to tell her,” Susan said matter-of-factly.
I took a deep breath. She was right. I wouldn’t be able to outrun the truth for long. Tiffany had taken a leap of faith for me.
“I know,” I said finally. “I will.”
Telling the truth was the right thing to do. Still, I remembered raising my gun and pressing the trigger, ruining the brain of one of those mutated girls my father created. The right thing to do could be very ugly sometimes.
Ihad a vague memory of the infirmary. A half memory of machines beeping and Carter’s voice, but when I opened my eyes fully, I recognized the interior of his room. Carter sat in a chair by the bed and looked at me with delight. I tried to turn and felt something massive on my chest. No, notonit, in it. I looked down and couldn’t see my feet. I could barely see my stomach. Instead, my view was filled by massive breasts – shockingly large, the kind I could believe were really udders.
I reached for them, squeezing them as if they weren’t mine. And they weren’t, at least not like they had been. They were heavy, flushed, and aching. My skin looked stretched, pink and sensitive, veins webbing just beneath the surface. My nipples were fat and stiff, swollen like someone had been sucking on them for hours. The mere touch against my skin by my own hands made me shudder. Then I felt it. A hot little drip. Right down my ribs.
Milk.
“What the fuck,” I gasped.
I pushed the sheets away and tried to sit up. My body barely responded. I was soaked. Sweat and something else too. I pressed my thighs together; it only made things worse. My clit pulsed and my nipples tingled like they were ready to pop. My pussy was so wet, I wouldn’t have been surprised to have a puddle on the bed. I tried cupping one of my breasts to relieve the pressure. The moment I squeezed, more milk spurted out, hot and thick. I gasped. My knees nearly buckled.
Carter sat there, watching in silence as I came to terms with the change. His eyes raked over me in silence. He just stared, breathing slowly and heavily. Was he salivating? His lips curled into a grin - lazy, hungry, and proud.
“Hey,” he said, voice low and warm.
I opened my mouth, closed it, then shook my head. “What the hell did youdoto me?”
He moved closer to the bed. Despite my horror, my whole body was melting and pulsing in need. As I squeezed my breasts again, all I could think about was him kneading my tits instead.
“You’re okay,” he said gently, sitting at the edge of the bed. “You’re more than okay. You’re perfect-”
“I’m leaking,” I said. “I can’t think. I can’t stop wanting?—”
He was already on me, one hand reaching up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. The other cupped my breast, gently at first. The pressure made me sob. Another hot spurt of milk sprayed out, splashing onto his shirt. I almost came from the sensation alone.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “Make it stop.”
He didn’t. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my temple.
“You don’t want it to stop,” he murmured.
And I didn’t. God help me, Ididn’t. My thighs were slick and trembling. I didn’t even care anymore. I needed him. I neededhim to milk me. I needed him to fuck me. Whatever would give me release and stop the perpetual ache that filled my body with a need like I’d never known.
“Radio the barn,” he said to some unseen speaker or microphone. “She’s ready.”
I moaned, loud, needy, shameless.
His hand stroked up my thigh, slowly, tenderly. I arched into the touch like I was addicted to him. My hips bucked without permission. My nipples throbbed. I was leaking again.
“I need you,” I whispered, breath ragged. “Please. Carter, please.”
He kissed me, just once, then pulled back with a grin. “Not yet, my beautiful little cow.”
“I’m so tired of hearing that!” I yelped.
He gently massaged my inner thigh. “I know. Soon. So soon.”
