Chapter 23: (Bodily) Substance

Come Thursday, Leah was feeling a lot hornier than usual. Her balls ached and her tits were begging for relief. Ever since she woke up, she just couldn't seem to get her cock to go down. Meditation, cold showers, nothing was working on her turgid rod.

"Well, guess it's just gonna have to hang out until it goes down." Leah said to herself, standing naked in her bathroom.

At least this presented another chance for alone time with her tits. After sampling her sweetness last night, she'd become increasingly eager for her next milkings. Though she had a session earlier in the morning, she had no complaints about getting another chance at sipping her own lactate. And who cared if working her nips made her horny? She was already at full mast anyhow.

Her hands took position and rhythmically tugged at her pecs, massaging them and coaxing out the sweet, sweet milk she coveted so. White liquid streamed from her teats, landing in a tall glass set below her. She couldn't be sure, but Leah was feeling confident her output was increasing. It felt like she was already giving more milk than she had just days before. She wondered if it was because she'd become accustomed to the milkings, or perhaps the **** in her system was still too potent. But in the end, it didn't matter. All that did matter was getting more of that yummy milk.

"Mmm. I wonder if I should buy a breast pump online? I bet it'd make this easier, then I could even store the surplus, if I had any! Plus, the pumps would probably feel really good on my nipples!" Leah thought.

On one hand, she'd theoretically only need it for the next week and a half or so, assuming everything went to plan. Seemed like kind of a waste. But on the other hand....

Leah immediately toweled off her fingers, and before she knew it, her index was pressing down on the "purchase" button on Amazon. Estimated delivery: tomorrow. Ordinarily, Leah wouldn't rush delivery on something like this, but today her rational mind was not calling the shots.

With her order placed, Leah wasted no time getting back to her milking. The glass steadily filled, and Leah greedily gulped it down without hesitation.

"Mmmmmmore.... I want more!"

But as much as she pulled and squeezed, there was little milk left to give.

"Awwwww!" Leah lamented. "Never thought I'd say this, but part of me is starting to wish I got hucow mods instead."

Not only did futas exist as a result of body modding, but so too did hucows and other people wanting animal traits.

Legally speaking, the use of animal hybridization with humans was illegal, but it didn't stop certain people from changing their figures to closely match. Hucows were known for modifyinging themselves to be more cow-like, with males, referred to as bulls, often opting for enormous dongs, while females, otherwise referred to as cows, going for massive, overly-productive mammary glands. The trend was pretty rare, but not unheard of, and right now Leah couldn't help but wonder how good that lifestyle was.

Leah closed her eyes and imagined herself in a barnyard, strapped in a harness, machines sucking on her udders. In her mind's eye, a big, strong bull approached, jerking his massive cock. Leah licked her lips, before suddenly remembering that this was all pretend.

Her eyes shot open and she was left disappointed. Her breasts had still given nothing more, and there was no bull here to have fun with. That is, that's what she thought.

She looked down again, now looking past her knockers, at the rigid pole protruding between her legs. Leah licked her lips.

"What do you taste like?" she wondered.