A Cultural Exchange

Myo

Surabi ran through the night. She ran, and ran, on and on, and when she couldn’t run, she jogged. Every so often she seemed to consult the position of the stars, and adjusted her directions according to some inscrutable plan of hers.

With the moon high above them, pale, and full, he could see for quite some distance, and was relieved to find no signs of pursuers.

Myo couldn’t fathom the strength it took her to run for so long, and at such speeds, carrying not just himself, but also several times his weight in water. Even the finest wagon horses would have stopped by now.

Worried that she might collapse and crush him to ****, Myo urged her to slow down, but she flatly refused. Surabi meant to ensure that no search party could track them down. He didn’t push the argument, but they both knew the giantess was approaching her limits.

For Myo, the featureless desert passed ever onward, and every so often he was half-rocked to sleep by the endless bouncing. Yet he never managed to nod off for more than a moment; just long enough that he couldn’t be sure how much time or distance had passed since he’d last opened his eyes. His body yearned for sleep, but his mind wasn’t eager to replay his memories of their violent escape in nightmarish form.

Only when the red light of dawn peered over the horizon did Surabi eventually slow down to a walk. After that, she walked north for a time, and finally came to a stop at midday, on the shaded side of a huge limestone boulder.

It was a great, gray windswept thing, reminding Myo of some huge, stone mushroom, pushing out from the white salty sands. There were similar stones all around them, but this was the only one taller than the giantess.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“East.” She said between deep breaths.

That wasn’t very helpful, but he supposed that, without a map, that was as precise as she could be.

“Is it safe here? Aren’t you worried they might find us?”

“I’m certain,” she panted, “we lost them.” She turned to face him, and though clearly exhausted, she still managed to grin, “We are free of that wretched place.”

“How can you know for sure?”

“The fire you started, wonderfully done, and the poisonous plants you threw into it, masterfully selected. The combination ensured that most of the guards would be… unable to follow after us. Their only chance was to track us down in the night, hope we were slow enough for them to catch up, or grab us when we went to sleep. Now, with the sun in the sky, it will be too hot for them to follow, and the winds will soon blow away all traces of our path. If they're still after us, and I doubt that, they'll drop dead soon enough.”

Wow. She really did plan for everything. Though it wouldn't be so easy for him to shake off all his anxieties overnight. So many guards, crushed. Even more poisoned… and not all were guards. Myo hoped the slaves who’d tried to put out the fire were still alive. He tried especially hard not to think about them, and how he’d technically been the one that poisoned them all.

Yet, Surabi didn’t seem the least bit remorseful.

“Don’t look so glum, Myo.” She ruffled his hair. “You chose your life and mine over those evil men, and you chose correctly.”

He didn't disagree, but the knowledge did little to assuage his guilty conscience.

“Okay, but is it safe under here?” he whined. The top of this rock seemed precariously placed, and Myo couldn’t help but imagine it tumbling down and crushing them after everything they’d done to get to safety. A punishment from the gods for all the collateral damage they caused.

The giantess glanced at the stone, slapped it with one massive hand, and seemed satisfied with its integrity. “It shall serve. It probably took a thousand-thousand years for the winds to carve it down, grain by grain, until it took on the shape of a perfect parasol. It’s not likely to blow over just for us.”

Myo had no idea what a parasol was, and he had no idea how she could know the uncountable age of rocks, but he was well past doubting her worldly learning.

Finally, Surabi began to unburden herself. She dropped one barrel to the ground, and unslung the other. Next, she untied the fabric from her waist, flattened it out on the hard ground as a makeshift rug, and sat down on her exhausted haunches. Finally, she slipped off the huge sling she’d worn as a top, freeing her titanic tits.

Myo gave her a long minute to catch her breath, and to stop jiggling, but when she made no move to untie him, he had a go of it himself. He managed to undo one of the outer knots, but lacked the strength to free himself completely. For Myo, her braided hair may as well have been thick-corded rope for all he was able to achieve.

She sighed at his failures.“Enough, allow me.” Her enormous fingers pulled the braids apart effortlessly, and she gently lowered him to the ground by his waist.

Now, with all of her cargo unloaded, the giantess was free to tend to her own needs. She grabbed one barrel of water and flicked off the cork stopper. Determined not to waste a drop, she lifted the entire thing to her mouth, and gulped down liter after liter of water, like a parched camel.

The sight reminded Myo of his own thirst. He licked his lips and found they’d dried to crackling in the night.

How long since I’ve had anything to eat or drink? A day, perhaps?

This was far from his first day without food, but he didn’t want to get started on water fasting, especially not out here, on the great salt flats.

“Remember to leave some for me!”

Yet Surabi did not acknowledge his request. Instead, she kept on drinking, and the moment she was satisfied, she re-sealed the barrel and set it down next to the other.

“Hey, what about me?” he pleaded.

Surabi stretched her arms out above her head, then laid down on her side, resting her head on her left arm. Myo watched as the huge left tit flattened out under the weight of the right, spread over the canvas sheet, and slowly jiggled to a halt. “Well drink up then, have as much as you need.”

Myo sighed, and moved to try and open the barrel himself, but the giantess blocked his path with one huge hand. He turned to her, confused and frustrated at her denial.

“Not what I meant, sweetling. No water for you. We need to make every drop last as long as we can.”

We?!

This couldn’t be happening! His mind was racing. She’d seemed so attentive before, so caring, but they hadn’t been free then. Was she really going to let him die of thirst now that she didn’t need him?

“But-but I’ll die without water!”

“Now, now, Myo, there’s no need to get upset. I would never let you die such a preventable ****. I promised that if you helped free me, I would reward you. My word is my bond. For as long as you stay by my side, you will never lack for food and drink.”

That plainly made no sense to him, as she had just denied him a drink of water.

Surabi must have read the confusion on his face. “What’s the matter?” she asked. Then, she understood, “Ahhh, that’s right! You were asleep the first time.”

“The first time, what? What are you talking about?”

Surabi chose not to elaborate, beckoning him closer. He was still confused, but went along anyway. Then, with her free hand, she grabbed her right nipple between forefinger and thumb, aimed it at him, and squeezed, sending a long stream of fluid arcing down onto Myo’s dumbfounded face.

Reflexively, he wiped the liquid away from his eyes. When he looked at his hands he saw they were covered in milk.

Gods be damned! Milk?! She has milk in those teats?!

“What? Did you think I carried these just to make tiny males stare?” She laughed.

Myo had no idea what to say. How much time had he spent staring at those monstrously huge udders of hers, never once suspecting they were full of milk. It should have been obvious, but this would have been the first conventional feat of hers. After waking up in her grasp, completely healed, watching her identify poisonous plants with just a taste, and seeing her melt through iron manacles with her bare hands, breast milk ranked lower on her ever-growing list of impossible feats of witchcraft.

“I thought you were just busty! You’re four meters tall, and full of foreign magics!”

“Did you really not know what teats are for? Didn't your mother ever feed you?”

He shook his head. “Okay, I know what they’re for but… Well, I mean, she fed me as a baby, sure.” Maybe, maybe not. It was hard for Myo to imagine his own mother ever holding him to her breast. “But, never since, that’d be…” Insane seemed like the wrong word to use in front of the giantess.

“What about aunties? Did they ever feed you?”

“No,”

“Older sisters?”

“No.”

“Kindly neighbors?”

“No, no, no.”

“Unthinkable," her eyes were downcast, as if he'd just told her he was raised by wolves, “I knew you came to me unclaimed, but I never could have imagined you’d been completely motherless!”

Unclaimed? “Hang on, okay, yeah, my mother wasn’t very nurturing,” Understatement of the millennium, “but I did have a mother.” It galled him to defend that woman in any way, but he didn’t want Surabi to think he’d been fished from the river. “Women in my culture don’t nurse children after their first year or two. We milk cattle for that.”

Surabi’s jaw dropped at that. “That explains so very much… no true mothers in this entire country… it's worse than I could have imagined. No wonder your women have no breasts. They give you beasts for nannies, letting their own teats shrivel up to nothing the moment an infant grows teeth! How barbaric! And yet you persisted!” The giantess held her eyes shut with in her hands, as if to plug her weeping eyes. “I would cry for you, but I can’t spare the moisture for tears.”

Myo couldn’t understand how someone could be simultaneously so capable of such incredible **** as her, and also be moved near to tears by the knowledge that his mother didn’t keep breastfeeding him into adulthood. She certainly came from a strange land.

He shuffled closer, intending to comfort her, but after a few deep breaths, she seemed to have recovered.

“Nonetheless, we should be able to get out of this desert with the water in these barrels, but only if we do not waste any of it. I cannot abide you having separate food and drink, especially since there is no other food in this place. Depleted as my bosoms may be from my months of captivity, my reserves of energy should last for another month.”

Her? Depleted?!

Those mammoth mams of hers hung down past her navel, and yet she considered them depleted? Myo tried to imagine Surabi with even larger breasts, and found the image obscenely arousing, but still worried that he might take too much out of her. “What about you? Won't you be hungry if I… deplete you further?”

“Worry not! I can endure the hunger, and you are not so large as to burden me unduly. I should have no trouble producing enough to feed and hydrate you until we reach the other side of this desert, and indefinitely beyond that, so long as I can find enough to feed myself within a few weeks.”

She wants to breastfeed across the desert?!

Myo would have been shocked enough if one of his cruel neighbors ever offered to feed him lunch. His upbringing had left him completely unprepared to accept that this goddess made flesh truly wanted him to drink the milk straight from her breast.

“I-I’m not sure I’m worthy of…”

“Enough!” She boomed, lifting her torso and huge breasts off the ground, looming even higher above the little man.

“I’m sorry!” He cried, reflexively shielding his face with his forearms. At her size, any raising of her voice was frightening, not to mention the anger that seemed to come over her in an instant. She shocked him back into his old, cowardly habits.

The blow never came. Myo peeked out between his fingers to see if she was still angry with him. She seemed to notice his fear, having closed her eyes, and breathing deeply. After a few breaths, a neutral cast settled over her features.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” He said, hopefully mollifying her.

She opened her eyes and regarded him calmly. “I too apologize for scaring you. It would seem I must excuse your lack of manners on account of your barbaric upbringing. Have you any idea the value of the gift I am bestowing upon you? Have you any notion of what my country-women would pay for unlimited milk from a Mammun of my caliber? Of my skill? Of my schooling? Of my lineage? To have their sons and daughters fed daily at my breast, why, I could set the price at a fiefdom, and they would surrender it, gladly.”

“Really?” he asked.

How could milk ever be so precious?

While it was not hard to imagine Surabi as a ruling lady, such a steep price for milk of any kind was hard to believe. And yet, she spoke with such certainty, and what did he know of her homeland anyway?

“Really!” She insisted. “Perhaps now you might understand why it would be considered preposterously rude to refuse the milk of a Mammun and ask instead for water!" She slapped the ground for emphasis, sending yet more tremors through those giant milkers of hers. “Especially in this place where you would certainly die without my aid. Thin as you are, I doubt you would last another week without food, or merely half a day without what I’d already given you.”

Half a day? I haven’t drank anything since… Wait, she said I was asleep the first time she fed me…

“Hold on, are you saying you fed me after you scared me half to ****?”

“I did indeed! Your adorable little screams are what restarted my milk production in the first place, and I’m glad for it.” She smiled.

There was probably a lot to process there, but Myo had bigger questions about what happened while he was ****. “Is that why I woke up without any bruises?”

“Of course! How else would I have healed you? Did my cage seem abundant in medicinal salves?” She laughed again, clearly finding his complete ignorance on the subject of magical breast milk very novel.

“Oh. Huh. I just thought…”

“Thought what?”

“I thought you, um, cast a spell on me.” Though secret breastfeeding would account for the burst of energy he felt upon waking.

“I know no spells, Myo, only science. I am a mammun.” She declared, as if that explained everything.

‘Science’? The hell does that mean? “So, this ‘science,’ that’s what allows your milk to heal?”

“Yes, I was instructed in the chemical sciences by the finest of Mammuns, and medicine women.”

“Okay…” So this ‘science’ of hers is some kind of medicinal magic. “What sorts of ailments can you cure?”

“Your bruises and minor cuts were trivial for one with my training. Broken bones will take me many days, but are no more difficult to mend. Fever, shaking sickness, sweet urine disease, scurvy, infertility, and so much more. The list is endless, and my abilities extend far beyond merely healing the sick.”

Wow! No wonder she thought so highly of her teats! “That’s incredible! What else can you do?”

“Beyond forming the substances of life within my body, I can filter out poisons, excess salts, and infuse my milk with any potion in my arsenal. Those more complex substances that I cannot produce myself can be consumed from an external source, and then expressed within my milk.”

Myo had no experience with potions, none of his family could afford the services of an alchemist, nor would they have paid one on his behalf. He had often wished for some magical **** to make him taller than anyone in his village, or at least grow him to a normal size. Now, he was on the cusp of the fairytale moment he'd always dreamed of, but never expected to actually come.

Granted, the details were much stranger than he had imagined, even for a bargain with the Fey. He also remembered that in the Fey stories one had to be very careful about what to wish for, and even the precise wording of the wish.

“Umm, what kind of potions specifically?” asked Myo, “I think I need to know that before I can decide what I want.”

She grinned, proudly, “Now, Myo, I think you already know what you want, and if you know what you want, you should just ask for it.”

Surabi had cut right to the heart of the matter. He might as well just come out with it.

“Can you make me bigger? Stronger? Like you?” he pleaded, steepling his hands as if in prayer.

Her smile dropped at that, “Well… not quite like me. You are male, I am female, and I am Wendal. No male could ever grow to my size…” she trailed off once she noticed the dejected look on Myo’s face.

Of course, that was too good to be true. In what world could little Myo ever become a giant?

He sniffled, wanting to cry, but remembering what she’d said about saving water.

Surabi brought her other hand up to his head and started combing through his hair. “Shhhhh, do not be upset. I only meant to temper your expectations. That doesn’t mean I couldn’t help you grow larger, and stronger as well. Such potions are known to me, and they require only those substances produced naturally by the body. I will need no outside ingredients.”

She cupped one massive hand under his chin, and pushed up until he was staring right into her huge face.

“The only unknown element is you, Myo. My skills are great, but your body has its own limits; the efficacy of this growth potion on your body can only be determined through direct experimentation.” She leaned down closer, “Are you certain this is what you want?”

“Yes! Yes! All I’ve ever wanted is to be bigger! Big enough to take care of myself!” Big enough that his family wouldn't sell him for cheap.

Too late for that, but not too late for me to become stronger for Surabi, more useful, so she won’t ever want to sell me.

She nodded. “It shall be as you wish. All you must do is drink.” Surabi laid down on her side, presenting her massive breasts to him, and began to massage the area around one huge, dark areola, more than twice the width of Myo’s head.

“Should I… squeeze it out into… something?”

“Nonsense, we can’t lose any to the dry desert air. Just drink with your mouth. Now, come to me, little man.”

Well, no more delaying. Myo began to approach.

As he got closer, the nipple became more rigid. Though everything about her was huge, her nipples seemed tiny in comparison to the rest of her massive breasts, yet they were perfectly sized to fit in his mouth. And in this position, her right nipple was perfectly level with his head. Tiny white drops began to bead on the surface, contrasting starkly against the darker skin of her teat, calling to him like a bullseye, as if saying ‘your mouth belongs here.’

Seeking her permission one final time, he looked over at her face. She was watching him, propping her head up with one arm, smiling warmly.

“Go on then. Drink up.”

As instructed, Myo opened wide, and wrapped his lips around the giantess’s nipple. Her skin was faintly salty, but those first drops were very sweet. He was reminded more of the sugary nectar of honeydew flowers than the milk of cows. He licked all around her nipple, rinsing away all traces of salt, and instinctively encouraging the huge teat to produce more for him.

The giantess obliged, and milk sprayed all over his thirsty tongue. The first drops had been sweet, yet thin; this stream was far richer, creamier, specially made by Surabi’s breast to nourish Myo’s underfed body.

It was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

All his prior **** was lost, and suddenly he was ravenous for the stuff. He pressed his whole upper body into the soft skin of her massive life-giving breast, his head sinking into her pillowy flesh, latched on tightly, and suckled harder. Her flow increased to match his appetite, releasing enough milk to fill his mouth every few seconds. Soon enough, he was constantly gulping, keeping his lips perfectly sealed around her nipple, not allowing a single drop to escape his mouth.

Surabi draped one hand around his back, but didn’t bother to pull him closer.. There was no need, not with Myo latching tightly to her breast all on his own. She was content to merely rub her powerful fingers gently over his body.

“Good boy… get as much as you can.” She sighed, contentedly, and began to hum.

He felt the sound more than he heard it, the vibrations reaching him through their skin to skin connection, traveling through his bones straight to his inner ears. It was soothing beyond belief.

Oh gods! She was right! Only an ignorant fool would have rejected this gift.

Already he felt himself filling up, becoming full for the first time since his last harvest festival. Yet his drinking did not slow. More than just the taste, it was everything about it, about her. The feeling of her soft skin against his own, the closeness, the warmth, the sound of her. All of his senses were presently occupied by Surabi’s presence, and her gifts. Myo felt it all, deep within his heart and soul, and never wanted it to end.

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