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MilkMaid Pt. 3 - TG Caption
🕑 Added 2023-09-23 21:44:32 +0000 UTCPart 3
The twins helped me to the nurse’s door before hurrying off to their class. However furious I should be at them, part of me doesn’t want them to go. I stomped that part down. How much damage have they already done? Inside, the site that greets me brings an involuntary smile. Nurse Amy is on duty.
"April, is something wrong?"
I shake my head and she examines me. Her eyes pause noticeably when they reach my breasts. I look down and… what? Are they swelling again already? I swear they are even bigger than before. That can’t be good.
"Oh you poor thing. Come in, come in, and we’ll get you sorted out. This must be a very confusing time for you, but I think I know the problem. April, have you been…letting the other girls drink from you?"
Panic sets in. What will happen to me if she finds out? "No!" I answer, but it’s an obvious lie."Well... maybe one…” The nurse’s expression turned stern for the first time.
"I think we both know that’s not the full truth."
"Uhh, there might have been… A couple, or maybe a few… today," I admit sheepishly.
Nurse Amy clicks her tongue and reaches out brazenly, cupping each of my breasts. For some reason this not only fails to shock me, I instinctively lean in to her touch, cooing softly, my thoughts immediately scattering. It feels too good.
"You’re near bursting already, April," she observes, barely affecting my happy daze. "Come along, I expected something like this would happen soon. You’re hardly the first I've dealt with you know." Taking my hand, Nurse Amy leads me through a door into a small side room filled with strange machinery. "Thank god for government grants. We would never be able to afford all this," she muttered.
My head finally clears and I ask "Wha..what is this all for?"
"April, whether you intended to or not, you are well on your way to becoming a perfect little milkmaid. I’m guessing the two that dropped you off were the last to uhh, drain you?" At my nod, she continued. "And I doubt today was the first time?"
"I’m… not sure." I couldn’t tell her that before this morning I had been living a very normal, very male life in some parallel universe.
"Sigh… Sweetie, if you’re losing memories that’s not a good sign. Now, you’re looking more than full and this machine will relieve that pressure. I think It’s what you need, but only if you agree."
I wasn’t losing memories. It was just so hard to think between the cycles of aching fullness in my over-inflated chest and the promise of a mind numbingly pleasurable release. Why was I trying to resist something that felt so good again? That seemed really, really dumb. Didn't I want to be helped?
"Please, I'm full...I need...," I trailed off distractedly and Nurse Amy smiled. Before I knew it, she had me strapped in to the strange contraption.
"Just think April, after you’re properly milked, we’ll notify the authorities, and you, you lucky girl, will get to leave all this behind, and go join your new herd. You might end up little more than a pampered pet, but you’ll be too happy and dumb to care. Won’t that be nice?"
That…did sound nice. More than that, it sounded right, like it was where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to be. I knew it was wrong. I knew this morning’s version of me would be shocked and horrified by these thoughts, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I wanted to be milked. I wanted to be with others like me, in a herd. And I would give up anything to make it happen.
“Please…,” I begged. Nurse Amy met my eyes, looking more domineering this time, and threw the switch.
Unseen ‘mouths’ in the cups molded to my chest latched on hungrily, wetly. ‘They feel so real’ was my last thought when something else in the machine activated and the suction began. Rhythmic pulling on one nipple followed by the other started gently, then increased in force. The back and forth action meant one nipple was always being manipulated. For the umpteenth time that day, I was overwhelmed as the relentless sucking of the machine drained me. My hips rocked back and forth subconsciously while the feeling built and built. I wanted to grab my chest, but I was blocked. Instead, I thrust my breasts even more firmly into the cups as I cried out, coming loudly, shamelessly, and repeatedly as Nurse Amy looked on, still smiling. It was only the beginning.
