Have More Fun(For Women)

You decided you wanted her to go through even more.

You tore off her panties and licked at her pussy. Not tight at all. This must not be Anne's first time getting ****. You gently pulled out the sticks you had placed into her nipples, and replaced them with your fingers. You pushed them in deep. The feeling of her warm milk felt so pleasing. You took your fingers out of her now red-tipped breasts and shoved in a thicker stick in each nipple. Then, you felt something with the sticks as you moved them around in Anne's breast.

You couldn't tell what it was. You'd have to ask Anne about her anatomy after this. Well, if she even still wanted to talk to you after what you've been doing to her.

You poked the sticks at the egg-yolk-like thing, and you felt a gurgle in Anne's breasts. Milk. The sticks must have punctured something in Anne's Breasts that helped them produce milk for her young. She was already producing milk once you started playing with her, but this time, it was at a faster speed. You knew that you had to do something about this before Anne's breasts burst, and with boobies that big, her breasts would probably bring Anne down too.

You then remembered that Anne was part plant. You stuck her out into the sunlight, and surely enough, her breasts grew. But the milk kept flowing, and once you took the sticks out of Anne's large nipples, you stood back and watched her struggle to get back into the shade for a bit, then left.

Years later, you walked by Anne's Shop, and she was semi-back to normal. You had learned from a piranha plant that someone had **** her, and burst both of the milk sacks in her breasts. They were only small holes, however, so it caused not too serious damage. All that Anne had to add to her schedule was taking an hour or two on draining her breasts if she felt a pulsing feeling in them. Every time you passed by, Anne gave you a dirty look, but most of the time when you passed by she had her back turned and was draining her pulsing tits.

Soon enough, Anne was kidnapped by some Shy Guys and taken to a strip club, where they did the same thing they heard that a certain unnamed person do a long time ago, accept this time, it was a larger hole, and Anne ended up milking unstoppably. She was strung up in a fountain that had to be drained constantly due to the hole in Anne's Milk Sacks.

As years passed, people stopped talking about Anne, and began to talk about some other guy that 'claimed' her location, renamed it, and then just sold all the stuff she had collected there. After a while, they grew lazy and ran out of stock, so Anne's shop was eventually closed. This was put out into the news paper, and Anne wanted to hit this guy, but she was immobile. Any sudden movement and she would blast a river of milk out from her tits. Even a slight twitch could flood the place. So ever since the shy guy first showed Anne the newspaper, every time she looks up at a TV, and a new business skyrockets, not only does she blast a river of milk, but a river of tears, too.