Chapter 1.1: The Swallows’ First Visit

You are George Swallows, 38 years old, standing in the humid California heat outside the gleaming new Project Mumford & Sons Milking Center in downtown Coxville. The building used to be a community health clinic; now it’s been repurposed into a state-of-the-art compulsory extraction facility under the new Federal Fertility Preservation Act. Palm trees sway lazily overhead, but the line of men snaking around the block kills any illusion of normalcy.

Your wife, Ivana “Ivy” Swallows, stands beside you in her tight white nurse’s uniform — the same ultra-revealing one she’s famous for at Coxville High. The fabric strains obscenely across her firm, upward-curving GG-cup breasts, the top buttons barely holding on. Her dark brunette hair is pulled into a sleek ponytail, green eyes sharp behind stylish glasses. At 36, her body is a sculpted masterpiece from daily workouts with Sammy Spitzman: tiny waist, thick toned thighs in white thigh-high stockings, and an ass that makes the male security guards stare openly.

She loves you. She really does. You’ve been married since 2000, back when you were the boisterous basketball captain with a six-pack. Now your beer gut strains your shirt, your receding brown hair is sweaty, and your body hair pokes out from your collar and sleeves. You’re still loud, still overindulge in burgers and beer despite Ivy’s constant lectures about health. But she stayed. She nags because she cares.

Yet today her hand rests possessively on your lower back, guiding you forward as the line moves.

“Come on, George,” she says firmly, her voice that bossy, no-nonsense tone she perfected as head school nurse. “It’s mandatory. Every mature male must report twice weekly. Doctor’s orders — my orders now that I’ve been promoted to Senior Extraction Specialist here.”

You swallow, feeling the starter chastity cage already locked tight around your 5.7-inch cock and heavy balls. The metal pinches when you walk. “Babe, do you have to be the one doing it? Can’t I get some random nurse?”

Ivana turns to you with a sweet but condescending smile, her massive tits brushing your arm. “I want to take care of my husband personally. Besides…” She leans in, whispering hotly against your ear, “I need to make sure they get every single drop. We’re trying to save the species, remember? And I know exactly how to handle you.”

Her green eyes flicker with something darker — excitement mixed with that old competitive streak. The same one that made her jealous of Jenny Summers for years.

Inside the center, the air is cool and sterile, filled with the low hum of suction machines and muffled male groans. Posters everywhere: Your Seed Belongs to America and Empty Balls = Full Cradles. A large screen shows rolling statistics — still only a handful of births nationwide.

Ivana flashes her ID badge and bypasses the main queue, pulling you into a private examination room labeled VIP / Staff Family Extraction Suite. The room has a full milking chair with stirrups, a large transparent collection cylinder, observation mirrors, and a secondary “motivation” station with gloryhole access.

“Strip from the waist down, George,” she commands, already pulling on tight black latex gloves. The way the rubber snaps against her wrists makes your caged cock twitch uselessly.

You hesitate, pudgy belly jiggling as you drop your pants. Your hairy thighs and gut are fully exposed under the bright lights. The small cage looks ridiculous on you — your thick bush of pubic hair sprouting around the metal.

Ivana sighs, a mix of affection and disappointment. “Look at you. Still not listening to my diet advice. That gut is only getting bigger while your poor little penis shrinks from the mutation.” She cups the cage in her gloved hand, giving it a firm, clinical squeeze. “But I still love you, honey. That’s why I’m going to make this as productive as possible.”

She unlocks the cage. Your cock, already conditioned by weeks of denial, plumps up to its full but modest 5.7 inches — thick but nothing extraordinary.

Ivana kneels gracefully, her enormous breasts resting on your hairy thighs as she examines you. “Mmm. Still the same size I remember. I’ve studied hundreds of men now, George. I can tell just by looking at a man’s build. You’re average at best.” Her tone is professional but laced with that bossy edge.

She starts with a harsh handjob — no gentle teasing. Her strong, fitness-trained fingers wrap tightly around your shaft, pumping with fast, twisting strokes that make your belly jiggle. The latex makes wet, obscene sounds as she works.

“Relax and let Nurse Ivy take care of everything,” she purrs, looking up at you with those piercing green eyes. One hand milks your shaft while the other rolls your hairy balls firmly. “We need maximum yield. Three hundred milliliters minimum per session or they’ll assign you the spiked cage and public shaming.”

You groan, hips bucking. The humiliation of your own wife — the ultra-busty fitness goddess — clinically draining you like livestock burns deep.

Through the one-way mirror, you can see other rooms. A tall, muscular black male nurse is “assisting” a younger white wife whose husband is strapped in the next chair over. The wife is moaning, bent over while the nurse fucks her properly from behind, her eyes locked on her caged husband’s milking.

Ivana notices you looking and smirks. “Focus on me, George. Or do you need extra prostate stimulation already?”

Without waiting, she slides two lubed fingers into your ass, expertly finding your prostate and pressing hard while her other hand flies up and down your cock in brutal, twisting strokes. Precum drools steadily into the collection tube.

“That’s it… give it to your wife. Every pathetic drop.” She’s breathing heavier now, her massive cleavage heaving. You can see her nipples stiff against the thin white fabric.

The Edging and Observation

She edges you mercilessly for over thirty minutes. Every time you get close, she stops, squeezing the head painfully until the urge fades. Your hairy gut is slick with sweat, your face red and humiliated.

“You used to be so athletic,” she murmurs, almost lovingly, while torturing your cock with perfect technique. “Now look at you. But it’s okay. This is your purpose now.”

She finally lets you cum. The orgasm is weak but long — your modest cock pulsing as Ivana milks you with both hands, wringing out every spurt into the cylinder. She keeps massaging your prostate until you’re whimpering and oversensitive, a few final weak dribbles falling.

“Good boy,” she coos, kissing the tip of your spent cock before locking the cage back on — tighter this time. She gives the metal a harsh flick that makes you

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As](http://yelp.As) you’re pulling up your pants, the door opens. A tall, broad-shouldered black orderly named Marcus (transferred from the UK program) enters with a clipboard.

“Mrs. Swallows, your husband’s yield is below average. We recommend supplemental motivation sessions. You can observe or participate.”

Ivana stands tall, adjusting her uniform so more cleavage spills out. She glances at Marcus’s obvious bulge, then back at you with a soft, loving smile that doesn’t reach her competitive eyes.

“I love you, George. This is for us. For the future.” She leans in and kisses your cheek tenderly. “But Nurse Ivy has to do her duty. Stay and watch if you want… or wait outside.”

You sit in the observer chair as Ivana “discusses protocols” with Marcus. Within minutes his huge black cock is out — vastly bigger than yours ever was — and Ivana’s gloved hand is stroking him firmly while she lectures him on proper extraction technique. Her green eyes are wide with fascination and hunger.

She glances at you through the glass. “See, George? This is what I was trying to prove in my old study…”

Her bossy, demanding side emerges as she drops to her knees and takes Marcus deep, swallowing loudly and greedily — true to her name. All while your fresh load sits labeled in the collection tube beside her.

Hentai Comic Sequence (Moirate3D-Inspired 3D Style)

Page 1 Splash: Hyper-detailed 3D render — Ivana in skin-tight nurse uniform, massive shiny GG tits bursting out, kneeling between your hairy legs. Harsh double-handed handjob on your caged-then-freed cock, fingers deep in your ass. Your pudgy belly and defeated face prominent. Speech: “Come on, honey. Nurse Ivy needs every drop~”

Page 2-3: **** close-ups — latex fingers twisting your shaft, precum strings, Ivana’s ahegao-lite expression of clinical lust. Her own thighs squeezing together in arousal.

Page 4: Massive money-shot panel — your weak orgasm captured in glossy slow-mo detail, cum flying into the tube while Ivana milks ruthlessly. Your face broken.

Page 5: Cuck panel — cage locked back on, Ivana standing beside Marcus, her hand casually on his massive bulge while she blows you a kiss. Text overlay: “I still love you… but duty calls ”