A warm breakfast

You float languidly back to consciousness in the morning. Brigette’s milk sits heavily in your stomach like a weight, spreading a warm and contented feeling through your every nerve. You find it almost too much bother to wake properly, but your mission nags at you, so reluctantly, you open your eyes. You stretch lazily. You haven’t slept that well in years! You’re still resting against Brigette, using the other woman’s full green breasts as pillows.

Your movements wake the green sister. Her lashes flutter open and she looks down into your face. An affectionate smile blesses her and her arms twine about you, drawing you close.

“Thank you, Sabine,” Brigette says. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“It was my pleasure.” You blush when you realize what you said, but still, you continue to stare into her deep eyes. “I…If you ever need someone to…relieve some pressure again. You know, I would be happy to.”

Brigette grins playfully. “Mmm. Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but…” She hefts one of her immense green mammaries. “I do feel a little heavy right now.”

You meet her grin and without further ado, latch onto the dark green of her nipple. Brigette gasps then coos as you suckle at her, the taste striking your taste buds as the thick milk dribbles into your mouth, your sister cradling you close like a child.

You waste the rest of the morning feeding from Brigette. By the time you unfasten yourself from her depleted teats the noonday sun has risen over the forest, casting the woods in a far friendlier glow than the day before. Everything is green and vibrant, full of life. Though the woods are thick, you don’t doubt you both will manage well enough to find the main highway. Your optimism is potent but as you walk to the entrance you suddenly stumble a little, feeling somewhat unbalanced and your clothes oddly tight. Your lips purse in a slight pout as you sway slightly on your feet. You reach back and grasp your ass and hips. Have they always been that…robust? You look down the front of your neophyte robes into the valley of your breasts. Oddly, they too seem a bit larger than you recall…

“Everything alright?”

You turn to Brigette and shake your head. “No, no. Everything’s fine.” Returning your gaze to the thick forest you give it a quick, cursory glance and heft the saint’s sword. “We should go. We won’t get any further standing around.”

“It’s not my fault you enjoyed your breakfast so much.”

You giggle. “Well maybe you shouldn’t be so delicious.” You both share a laugh at that. You feel positively giddy with the sister’s milk sitting in your stomach. “Come. We should go. The woods are renowned for monsters. Don’t worry Brigette. I’ll protect you.”

Brigette sighs affectionately. “My hero.”

With that you both set out for the forest.