A Bright New Day

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The next morning, the household awoke slowly. Jill woke first as usual, immediately falling to the floor as she began her intense morning workout.

After nearly an hour of relentless push-ups, sit-ups, ab crunches, squats, and a 20-minute run on the treadmill, Jill’s body was on fire and caked in a sheen of sweat.

Wide awake and buzzing with energy, Jill crept into Ellie’s bedroom and frowned at the empty bed that greeted her.

Briskly, Jill approached Jacob’s bedroom and slowly she entered the room. Her eyes greeted by the sweet sight of Ellie and Jacob sleeping in each other’s arms.

Gently, Jill peeled the covers off Ellie, exposing the girl's juicy pussy to Jill. Jill leans forward and inhales the smell of Ellie’s musk; a shiver of arousal runs through Jill as the smell fills her nostrils.

Taking great care to not wake either Jacob or Ellie, Jill began to tenderly lick and kiss Ellie’s sex. The shaved mound of delicate flesh tasted tart and earthy, and Jill stifled her moans of pleasure as Ellie’s taste filled her mouth.

Ellie stirred in her sleep, her hips subtly shifting as Jill's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips as pleasure began to seep into her dreams. Jill's gentle caresses continued, her mouth moving in slow, deliberate patterns that teased out Ellie's arousal.

Jacob shifted beside them, his arm still draped across Ellie's waist, but he remained lost in slumber. Jill worked with precision; her focus fixed on the delicate curves of Ellie's body. The scent and taste of Ellie's pussy were intoxicating, and Jill could feel her own desire building with each passing moment.

A low, husky murmur escaped Ellie's lips as she began to rouse from her sleep. Her legs relaxed, falling open in a silent invitation. Jill took advantage of the newfound access, deepening her exploration of Ellie's folds. The warmth and moisture that greeted her were almost too much to bear, and Jill's own pussy dripping in response.

As Ellie's eyes fluttered open, she was met with the sight of Jill's devoted expression. A sleepy, affectionate smile spread across her face, and she whispered, "Quite the wake-up call." Her voice gravelly with sleep.

Jill said nothing, looking up with devotion at Ellie from between the sleepy girl's legs. The hint of a smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she remained focused on the gentle, loving task at hand.

Ellie's breath caught as Jill's skilled mouth zeroed in on her clit, the gentle swirling of Jills tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hips arched upward, seeking more of the exquisite sensation. The movement caused Jacob to shift slightly, but his deep breathing remained unchanged.

"Yes." The whispered compliment escaped Ellie's lips, her fingers intertwining with Jill's hair as she struggled to contain herself. The sensation building within her was almost unbearable, each delicate touch pushing her closer to release.

Jill's soft hum of response sent tremors through Ellie's frame, her hands gently grasping Ellie's thighs to hold them in place. The intoxicating flavor of Ellie's sex fueled Jill's passion, satiating the deep-seated longing that drove her.

As Jacob rolled onto his back, Ellie froze, her chest still. But he remained asleep, and she took advantage of the newfound freedom, easing her legs farther apart to grant Jill unimpeded access.

A low, husky exhalation escaped Ellie's lips as Jill's mouth explored her depths, the soft morning light casting a warm glow over their entwined forms. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the soft sounds of Jill's ministrations and Ellie's stifled gasps of pleasure.

Using her fingers to spread Ellie’s pussy wide, Jill drives her tongue deep as she could go into Ellie’s cunt. Ellie moaned as Jill’s tongue coiled inside her, marinating in Ellie’s juices.

The sound of Ellie’s moans causing Jacob to stir, his eyes fluttering open, taking in the sensual scene before him. Ellie lay beside him, her body trembling as Jill's skilled mouth worked its magic. A sleepy smile crossed his face as he watched them, his gaze drifting from Ellie's ecstatic expression to Jill's devoted one.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. His hand found Ellie's, intertwining their fingers as she gasped with pleasure. The loving sensation of his touch seemed to heighten her arousal, and she squeezed his hand in response.

Jill's eyes flicked up; meeting Jacob's for a brief moment before she returned her attention to Ellie. Her pace remained steady, her mouth moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove Ellie mad with lust.

Ellie's breathing became more labored, her hips lifting slightly off the bed as she whispered, "Oh god... I'm almost there." The words seemed to spur Jill on, her movements becoming more urgent as she coaxed Ellie toward a climax.

As the tension between them built, Jacob found himself becoming increasingly entranced. He could feel his own desire growing, but he remained still, not wanting to interrupt the intimate moment unfolding before him. The air was thick with anticipation, and he waited with bated breath to see what would happen next.

“Oh, I’m so close. I’m so close!” Ellie’s voice shrill as her pleasure reached its peak. Her body convulsing as her orgasm tears through her. “OH GOD YES!” The sound of Ellie's voice still echoed in the air as Jill slowly pulled away, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. Jacob watched, entranced, as Ellie's tremors gradually subsided, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

As Ellie's hand relaxed its grip on his, Jacob turned to her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Hell of a way to wake up, huh?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. Ellie's face flushed, but she couldn't help the sly grin that spread across her face.

Jill, meanwhile, had crawled up to join them on the bed, her skin still glistening with sweat from her earlier workout. She settled in beside them, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

“Seems someone else enjoyed it too.” Ellie says, her voice heavy with panting breaths. Her eyes drawn to Jacob’s hard cock.

As Ellie's gaze drifted to Jacob's arousal, Jill's eyes followed, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Oh my, it seems we have a situation that requires attention," she said, her voice laced with amusement. Her hand slid across the sheets, coming to rest on Jacob's thigh.

Ellie's breathing had finally steadied, and she rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better view. "I think we should take care of him," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jill's fingers danced along Jacob's skin, sending a shiver through him. "What's your pleasure, Jacob?" she asked, her tone husky and inviting. Her hand moved higher, barely grazing his skin, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake.

Jacob's voice was rough with desire as he replied, "You two at the same time?”

Both girls looked at each other with a smile.

“Ok.” Jill said.

“Let’s give him a show.” Ellie laughs.

Together, the two girls position themselves alongside Jacob’s thighs. Gently, they both begin to lick the sides of Jacob’s hard dick.

As both women's tongues danced along his shaft, Jacob's eyes fluttered closed, and a low groan escaped his lips. The sensation of their warm breath and wet tongues sent shivers coursing through his body. Ellie's attention was focused on one side, while Jill worked the other, their movements perfectly in sync.

The air was electric with tension as Jacob's hands clenched the sheets beneath him. He watched, transfixed, as Ellie's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, only to be mirrored by Jill's gentle caress on the opposite side.

Jill's hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, holding him steady as the two women continued to lavish attention on him. Their tongues met at the tip, eliciting a soft, husky laugh from both before they resumed their sensual ministrations.

Ellie's voice was barely above a whisper as she suggested, "Let me try something." She shifted her position, taking him fully into her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly, drawing him in deeper with each gentle movement. Meanwhile, Jill's tongue continued to trace intricate patterns along the base of his dick.

As Ellie worked her magic, Jacob's breathing grew more labored. His hips lifted slightly off the bed, prompting Ellie to place a steadying hand on his thigh. Jill's fingers replaced her tongue, stroking him in perfect harmony with Ellie's movements.

The sound of Jill's soft voice broke the spell, "My turn," she whispered, gently tapping Ellie's shoulder. The anticipation was palpable as Jacob waited to see what would happen next, his body thrumming with desire.

As Ellie relinquished her hold, Jacob's cock slipped from her mouth with a soft pop, leaving a trail of moisture on his skin. Jill swiftly took her place, enveloping him in her warm, inviting lips. Ellie shifted to mirror Jill's previous position, her tongue tracing intricate patterns along the base of his shaft as Jill's head moved in a rhythmic cadence.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Jacob's fingers instinctively tangled in Jill's hair, his voice husky with desire. "This is incredible," he murmured, his body shuddering with pleasure as Jill's gentle humming sent vibrations coursing through him.

Ellie's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her grip firm yet gentle, providing a sense of stability as Jill's lips danced around him. "Does watching us like this turn you on?" she asked, her breath whispering against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Before he could respond, she leaned in, her tongue exploring the sensitive area just below the head, complementing Jill's steady motion.

Jacob's hips arched upward, an involuntary response to the intense pleasure, prompting a muffled laugh from Jill. She pulled back, her hand replacing her mouth as she caught her breath, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like someone's at their limit," she teased, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

Ellie's eyes gleamed with excitement as she moved to reclaim him, her mouth enveloping him once more. This time, she took him deeper, her tongue swirling in a sensual dance around him, the movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.

Deeper and deeper Ellie took Jacob’s hard member down her throat. Until her nose rested on his stomach. And there Ellie remained as Jill lifted herself up beside Jacob, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest, “You know she’s not gonna pull herself off until you finish, right?”

Jacob moaned with pleasure, Ellie’s throat constricting around his cock rhythmically.

“You gonna blow your load? Fill her mouth and stomach with your baby batter? Let her breakfast be your thick.” Jill pokes Jacob’s chest. “Creamy.” Jill pokes Jacob again. “Cum.”

Jacob's body tensed at Jill's words, his hips bucking involuntarily as Ellie's throat constricted around him once more. The sensation of her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she swallowed sent him teetering on the edge of control.

"Fuck," Jacob groaned, his fingers tightening in Ellie's hair as he struggled to maintain a semblance of composure. "I'm on the verge of losing it."

Jill's hand traced a gentle path down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Then let go," she whispered in his ear, her breath dancing across his skin. "Give Ellie what she's been craving."

Ellie's response was a low, throaty hum, the vibrations coursing through Jacob's body like a spark of electricity. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, holding him in place as her mouth worked its magic.

Jacob's back arched off the bed, his muscles tensing in anticipation. "Oh god," he moaned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Oh god!"

Jill's lips pressed against his neck, her mouth sucking gently as she murmured words of encouragement against his skin. "Surrender to it," she whispered. "Let Ellie take everything you have to offer."

With a final, strangled groan, Jacob's body reached its peak, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. His cock pulsed in Ellie's throat as he released a torrent of pleasure, flooding her mouth with his essence.

Rope after rope of cum filled Ellie’s mouth. And Ellie drank it all greedily, her pussy dripping with arousal as her lover filled her stomach with his seed.

As the last of Jacob’s cum was drained from him, Ellie pulled herself off his softening dick with a satisfying wet pop. She wipes her mouth with her thumb, a smile on her lips, “Delicious.”

Jill leaned over, her lips meeting Ellie's in a passionate kiss. Her tongue explored Ellie's mouth, savoring the remnants of Jacob's release. "Exquisite," Jill murmured, her hand caressing Ellie's breast.

As Jacob settled back into the pillows, his breathing slowed, and a contented smile spread across his face. The intimate scene unfolding before him stirred a gentle flutter in his chest, a pleasant aftershock of their earlier encounter. "You're both going to kill me," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Ellie broke away from Jill, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she turned to Jacob. "But what a glorious way to die?" she whispered, her body molding to his side. Her fingers danced across his chest, leaving trails of gentle sensation in their wake.

Jill stretched, her lithe form unfolding like a cat awakening from a nap. "Welp, that’s my morning routine done. Time for a shower.”

“Oh, can I join?” Ellie asked.

“Oh definitely.” Jill giggles.”

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Meanwhile on the other side of the house, Angela wakes up to the sounds of the trios passionate love making. Her night shirt wet with her own breast milk that leaked out in the night.

With a sigh, Angela rose from her bed, her chest heavy with milk waiting to be expunged. Groggily, she made her way to the bathroom. Her gaze fell upon her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her nightshirt drenched and clinging to her skin. The fabric made a soft splat as it hit the floor, discarded.

Her breasts felt engorged, the skin taut and sensitive. Gentle pressure from her cupped hands brought instant relief, as warm milk flowed into the sink. Though the respite was welcome, Angela knew she required a more thorough solution to alleviate the discomfort.

The distant sounds of laughter and muffled voices served as a reminder that the others were still indulging in their intimate activities.

Angela thinks about the breast pump, eager for its arrival today. That reminds Angela, Korra is due to arrive today. She sighs with determination, it was going to be a difficult day. She’d barely had time to adjust to being here in this new home, and now Angela has to help another poor girl accept the fact that she is a **** for someone’s pleasure.

It could be worse though, Angela thought. Jacob seemed a good man, and Jill and Ellie seemed to enjoy their lives despite being slaves themselves. Maybe things would be good here.

Angela's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock at the bathroom door. "Hey Angela, everything alright in there?" Ellie's voice was laced with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine," Angela replied, her hands still working to ease the discomfort in her breasts. "Just dealing with a bit of a morning challenge."

"The breast pump should arrive soon," Ellie said through the door. "Jacob opted for expedited shipping. If you need assistance before it gets here, though..."

Angela's face grew warm as she considered the offer. "I appreciate your kindness, but I think I can handle it for now." She watched as another stream of milk flowed into the sink, a mixture of satisfaction and embarrassment washing over her.

"Okay, well, I'm whipping up some breakfast if you're hungry," Ellie said, her voice drifting away as she headed down the hallway. "Nothing fancy, just some scrambled eggs and toast."

As Angela finished her morning routine, she used a warm washcloth to clean herself, feeling a slight sense of relief as the pressure in her breasts began to subside. Though they still felt swollen, she was grateful for the small reprieve. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she noticed the dark circles under her eyes, a testament to her restless night.

In the kitchen, the sounds of activity in the kitchen provided a soothing background hum - the clinking of dishes, the sizzle of eggs on the stovetop, and the murmur of conversation punctuated by occasional laughter. It was a surprisingly ordinary scene, one that felt almost like a sense of normalcy, if she could momentarily forget the circumstances that had brought her to this place.

Jacob sat at the table on his laptop, checking his investment portfolio and catching up on the latest news. Ellie stood over the stove as she cooked away. Her nude body covered only by an overtly sexy apron that read “Service with a Smile”. Jill was on her knees behind Ellie, her face pressed between Ellie’s ass as Jill licked Ellie’s pussy from behind.

Angela paused in the doorway, still growing accustomed to the uninhibited atmosphere of her new living situation. Her gaze fell upon Ellie, whose hands grasped the stove's edge with a fierce intensity as Jill's skilled tongue worked its magic.

Jacob looked up from his laptop, his eyes meeting Angela's. "Morning. How was your night?"

Angela made her way to an empty chair, wincing slightly as her sensitive breasts shifted with each step. "It was manageable," she replied, taking a seat.

Ellie's body began to tremble, her voice barely above a whisper. "Almost done with breakfast... just need to finish cooking these eggs." Her words trailed off as Jill's ministrations became more fervent.

As Angela poured herself a cup of coffee, her attention was drawn to the intimate scene unfolding before her. The uninhibited acts of her new housemates still bizarre to her.

Jacob's voice broke the spell, his words a welcome distraction. "I received a delivery update – the breast pump should arrive shortly. You’ll have an easier time dealing with your, issues."

Angela's hands cradled her coffee mug, "That's a huge relief," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “And Korra? When’s she to arrive?”

“Not sure, they don’t give a delivery window.” Jacob shrugs. “Just sometime today is all I know.”

A sudden moan from Ellie interrupted their conversation as her body shuddered against the stove. Jill's skilled ministrations had reached a crescendo, and Ellie's grip on the counter tightened. "I... I think the eggs are in danger of burning," she gasped, struggling to maintain her composure.

Jacob chuckled, closing his laptop. "Let me take over before we end up with a charred breakfast." He stood up and gently moved Ellie aside, taking control of the cooking. Ellie immediately surrendered to Jill's attention, bracing herself against the kitchen counter as her pleasure intensified.

Angela sipped her coffee, averting her gaze from the intimate scene unfolding before her. The air was filled with the sounds of sizzling food and Ellie's moans. Angela focused on the steam rising from her mug, trying to tune out the erotic sounds.

Ellie's legs began to tremble, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... so close..." Her words dissolved into a series of sharp gasps as Jill's hands gripped her thighs more firmly, her body tensing in anticipation.

Jacob expertly plated the eggs, his expression serene despite the sensual chaos beside him. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, a savory contrast to the sensual tension that filled the kitchen.

With a low moan, Ellie climaxed over Jill’s face, leaving the girls face wet and sticky. Jacob finished preparing breakfast and set the table as Ellie was assisted to her seat by a smiling Jill.

The group all began to eat breakfast in silence, the air was oddly calm and serene.

“So, I have a question.” Angela asks the group.

“Ask it.” Jill says.

“What does everyone do around here? Besides relentless sex.” Angela clarifies.

“Well, I don’t work. I’ve got a pretty successful stock portfolio and a hefty inheritance to draw from. So usually, I just whittle away the days with video games or tv.” Jacob says.

“I like hanging with Jacob.” Ellie says simply, “video games are fun.”

“I’ve been getting a little steer crazy myself.” Jill states. “I’m my old world, I was a pretty diligent person, moving from task to task. It’s why I joined up with S.T.A.R.S. Those guys didn’t mess around. But here, I haven’t found anything that really occupies me.”

"Perhaps we can help you discover a new passion," Jacob suggests, his eyes sparkling with interest as he sets his fork down. "What activities did you enjoy in your previous life, aside from your work with S.T.A.R.S.?"

Jill's gaze drifts, lost in thought, as she wipes her mouth with a napkin. The faint taste of Ellie's sweetness still lingers on her lips. "I'm not sure. I've been considering setting up a fitness area to maintain my physical conditioning. I like working out, makes me feel good."

Angela nods, her expression sympathetic. "Exercise can have a profound impact on mental well-being, too. It might be beneficial for all of us to engage in some form of physical activity."

Ellie, her cheeks still flushed from her earlier climax, concurs. "In my world, we didn't really need to work out so much as just living was exercise enough. But still, I am getting a bit soft, it would be great to get back into a routine."

Jacob's face lights up with enthusiasm. "I can arrange for some equipment to be delivered. The spare room downstairs is currently underutilized – we could convert it into a home gym."

Jill smiles, “That’d be nice. But I think I’d need something more. I’d like to get out of the house from time to time if that was allowed.” Jill looked to Jacob shyly.

Angela understood Jill’s words clearly, Jill was asking permission to leave the house.

“Of course,” Jacob replied warmly, “Guys, I’ve said it time and time again, you aren’t slaves. If you guys wanna go out and explore the world outside the house of course you are more than welcome. Just, let me know what your plans are, that way I can come help you guys if something happens.”

“What could happen?” Angela asks. “I was never allowed to leave my previous masters home, what could happen if we do?”

“Well, nothing really,” Jacob clarifies, “Just, you guys aren’t considered people in the eyes of the world governments. Out there, without me actively monitoring you, if you do anything the remotely upsets someone, they could report you and have you repossessed. Then there are criminal groups that steal popular characters and resell them for profit. All and all, it isn’t terribly dangerous for you out there, but it isn’t entirely safe.”

Angela's expression darkens at this revelation, "So we're essentially second-class citizens?" she asks, her voice carrying a hint of bitterness.

"Not exactly," Ellie interjects, setting down her fork. "Jacob's given us phones with GPS tracking. If anything happens, he can locate us quickly." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a sleek smartphone to demonstrate.

Jill nods, running her fingers through her hair. "Most people don't mess with owned characters due to the severe penalties." She shifts in her chair, her hand absently caressing Ellie's thigh under the table.

"I could arrange self-defense classes," Jacob suggests, leaning forward. "It might help everyone feel more secure. And it could give you a new project, teaching the others."

Jill's eyes light up at the suggestion. "That's... actually a great idea." She straightens in her chair, already mentally planning potential lessons. "I could develop a training program, focusing on basic combat techniques and strategies."

"I'd like that," Ellie says eagerly, placing her hand over Jill's on her thigh. "I've had some experience with hand-to-hand combat, but I'm sure I could learn more from you, Jill."

Angela looks at Jill with interest, "I've never been in a straight fight before. I’ve seen combat and battle, but I played a support role in those times. I never really got into the real fights.”

Jill smiles reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're prepared."

Jacob smiles, "I'll make sure to get the equipment we need, and we can start as soon as possible. In the meantime, why don’t you also join a running group or something? I can find one that’s comfortable with fictional characters joining up and then you could get out of the house for a little bit each day.”

Jill's face lights up with excitement at the prospect of joining a running group. "That sounds like a great way to stay active and meet new people," she says, her enthusiasm infectious.

Ellie nods in agreement, her eyes locked on Jill's. "I'd love to join too, though I might need some time to get back into shape."

Angela shifts in her seat, her discomfort evident. "I think I'll have to pass on group activities for now," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "My current situation is a bit... delicate."

Jacob's expression turns sympathetic. "Of course, we'll get you sorted out. The breast pump is on its way and should arrive soon." He glances at his phone to check the delivery status. "In fact, it's scheduled to arrive within the hour."

“Oh, I’m so excited! I can’t wait for Korra and Jinx to get here and get settled. Then we’ll all have a great time.” Ellie says gleefully.

The atmosphere of the table was one of warmth and joy. The group finished their breakfast, and all went their separate ways in the house.

Jacob settled in the living room as he started playing Elden Ring. He wasn’t good enough for most souls like games, but he was determined to try and beat this one.

Ellie and Jill hung out in Ellie’s bedroom. Ellie laid on her stomach as she began to watch more Attack on Titan. Jill took up a position behind Ellie, spreading Ellie’s butt cheeks and setting into a gentle rhythm of eating Ellie’s ass and pussy from behind.

With nothing else to do but wait, Angela returned to her room and continued her research on Korra.

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A little more than an hour later, Angela sat at her desk deep in thought as she studied Korra’s life. A gentle knock resonated from her door.

“Come in.” Angela said.

The door opened, revealing Jacob who held a small package in his hands. "The breast pump has arrived," he said gently. Angela's gaze fell upon the package, and a look of relief crossed her face.

She rose from her desk, her breasts visibly swollen beneath her shirt, with dark spots of dampness where her milk had leaked through. Jacob handed her the package and took a step back. "The instructions are included. If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to ask."

As Jacob turned to leave, Angela's voice stopped him. "Could you spare a moment?" she asked, her tone laced with uncertainty. "I've been researching Korra, and some concerns have arisen that I'd like to discuss with you."

Jacob pulled up a chair and sat down, maintaining a respectful distance. "What's troubling you?" he inquired.

Angela set the package on her desk and sat back down, wincing slightly as she moved. "Nothing too serious, however I am worried about Korra. As we know, the girl has endured quite a lot of **** and trauma. I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say that she will definitely have a hostile if not violent reaction to her new situation.”

“I know, in her order details it’s stated that Korra’s previously purchased by other customers are usually violent at first. But RealDreams installs power inhibitors in any characters that have superpowers. So, her elemental bending shouldn’t be a concern. On top of that, most Korra’s seem to accept their situation, either because they are happy or resigned to their fate. Most simply don’t see the point in fighting after a bit.”

Angela's brow furrowed, her fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on her desk. "That's precisely what concerns me. A person shouldn't just 'accept' being property. The psychological implications of such resignation... I just worry that she might withdraw into herself. It’s what she’s done before in her show.”

Jacob leans back, his hand weaving through his hair in a thoughtful gesture. "What do you propose? I want to make this transition as seamless as possible for her."

Angela shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes drifting to the breast pump package before refocusing on Jacob. "I think it's essential to establish a safe and respectful environment from the outset. No unwanted advances, no coercive commands – nothing that might trigger her trauma responses." Her gaze met Jacob's; her expression sincere. "We should give her the time and space to come to terms with her new reality."

Jacob nodded, his expression empathetic. "That was always my intention. I want her to feel secure and supported here, not threatened or intimidated."

Angela's expression softened, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I appreciate your understanding. However, there's another consideration..." She hesitated, collecting her thoughts before continuing, "When Korra arrives, I think it would be wise if Jill and Ellie were discreet about their personal activities. At least, not where Korra might witness or overhear them."

Jacob's lips curled into a gentle smile. "That's a sensible idea. I'll make sure to discuss it with them, so we can create a welcoming and comfortable environment for Korra."

“Good.” Angela looks to the breast pump. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I wish to have some privacy as I… you know.”

“Of course,” Jacob says, turning to leave. As he reaches for the doorknob, Angela calls out again.

"Actually, wait..." She picks up the breast pump package, examining it with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "I hate to ask this, but... could you help me? My hands are shaking, and honestly, I'm feeling a bit anxious."

Jacob smiles warmly. "Of course, I’d be happy to help." He watches as Angela opens the package, pulling out the various components of the medical-grade breast pump.

Jacob notices her unease and asks, "Are you sure you don’t want me to step out while you prepare everything?"

“Oh, why bother.” Angela sighs, “it’s not like you’ll never see me use it the pump. Might as well get used to it now.”

Jacob nods, his expression neutral, as he assists Angela in unpacking the breast pump components. She begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing a plain white bra underneath, thoroughly soaked with milk. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches behind to unclasp it.

"Could you hand me that towel?" she asks, gesturing to a clean towel on the nearby chair. Jacob passes it to her, and she places it across her lap before removing her bra completely. Her breasts are swollen and heavy, milk already beginning to drip from her nipples.

Together, they both assemble the pump. Once it’s ready, Jacob looks to Angela with a supportive gaze, “Ok, now to just hook you up and turn it on.”

“Oh, I’m actually nervous.” Angela giggles. “It’s kinda scary looking.”

“It’ll be harmless. Honestly, I expect it’ll feel really good.” Jacob assures her.

Angela nods nervously and allows Jacob to help position the pump over her right breast. As he attaches it, she flinches slightly at the cold plastic against her sensitive skin.

"Ready?" Jacob asks, his finger hovering over the power button.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Angela replies, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Jacob activates the pump, and Angela's eyes widen in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation. The machine's gentle humming fills the air as it creates a soothing suction that pulls at her swollen breast. After a few moments, a steady stream of milk begins to flow into the attached bottle.

The initial shock gives way to a look of relief as Angela's tension dissipates. "That's... quite a relief," she says, her cheeks flushing softly. She watches, mesmerized, as the bottle slowly fills with her milk.

Jacob stands back, maintaining a respectful distance. "Is the setting comfortable? We can adjust it if needed."

Angela adjusts slightly in her chair, getting accustomed to the sensation. "It's perfect, actually. The pressure is finally easing and honestly, this feels really good."

The room falls into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the pump. Angela shifts occasionally, her body relaxing as the machine works its magic. As the bottle nears half full, she breaks the silence.

"This is all so... surreal," she murmurs, lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the flowing milk.

“Can I be honest with you?” Jacob asks.

“Oh yes, I’m sure you find this hot.” Angela blushes. “It’s fine. To be honest myself it is pretty arousing.”

Jacob shifts his weight, caught off guard by her candid admission. "I was actually going to say that I appreciate your openness about all this. But yes, I won't deny there's something... appealing about it."

Angela lets out a small laugh, wincing slightly as the pump continues to extract milk. "Well, might as well be honest about these things. We're all adults here." She glances down at the bottle, now more than half full. "Could you get me the other container? I think this one's almost at capacity."

Jacob retrieves a fresh bottle from the package and hands it to her. Their fingers brush briefly during the exchange, causing Angela to blush deeper. She carefully detaches the full bottle and replaces it with the empty one, taking care not to spill a drop.

As the new bottle begins to fill, Angela sighs in relief. "Oh, god that feels so much better, the pressure is almost completely gone." She sets the full bottle aside, watching as the milk flows into the new container.

Jacob leans against the wall, maintaining a respectful distance. "How many times a day do you think you'll need to do this?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Based on how quickly I'm filling these bottles, probably twice a day at most," Angela responds, adjusting her position in the chair. "Maybe three times if I become too uncomfortable. My body seems to be producing a substantial amount of milk."

The pump's gentle humming fills the air as Angela settles into a more comfortable position, the tension in her body slowly dissipating.

“What’ll you do with the milk?” Jacob asks. Immediately his face contorts in embarrassment, “Sorry, that was a stupid question. Obviously, we’ll dump it out.”

Angela laughs, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, it’s fine. I actually looked into it and supposedly my milk is very nutritious. I could donate it online to help babies without mothers or help moms who can’t lactate. Either way, better than just wasting it.”

Jacob's expression changes to one of genuine admiration. "That's a really thoughtful thing to do. I'd be happy to help you set up the donation process if you'd like."

As the second bottle nears capacity, Angela can feel the significant reduction in discomfort. She adjusts her position, making minor adjustments to the pump to ensure optimal comfort.

"I appreciate the offer," she responds, observing the last drops of milk flow into the bottle. "Perhaps we should prioritize getting settled with Korra before taking on additional responsibilities."

Jacob nods in agreement, then notices Angela's slight wince as she removes the pump. "Is everything alright?"

"A bit tender," she explains, carefully detaching the bottle. "Nothing to do about that."

Angela gently dabs at the escaped milk droplets. She then attaches the pump to her other breast, taking a deep breath in preparation for the sensation. The familiar hum fills the room once more, a soothing background noise.

Jacob observes Angela as she settles back into the chair, noticing the pronounced decrease in her tension. "You appear much more at ease now," he comments, his voice soft and considerate.

“Yes, I feel so much better now. I think this will be much more manageable going forward.” Angela looks at Jacob, a gentle smile on her face, “Thank you Jacob. You are very kind.”

Jacob's smile widens as he acknowledges Angela's gratitude. "Is there anything else I can get for you while we wait for the second side to finish?"

Angela adjusts her position, observing the bottle as it gradually fills with milk. "I'm all set, thanks. The sensation on this side is a bit unusual, but it's not causing any discomfort."

As the pump hums along, Angela notices Jacob's subtle movements, his efforts to appear at ease in the situation evident. She offers him a reassuring smile. "Please, don't feel like you need to stand there. I think I’ll be fine now.”

Jacob gets the hint and starts for the door, “Of course, just holler if you need anything. I’ll let you know when Korra arrives.”

“Of course, thank you Jacob.” Angela smiles.

As Jacob closes the door behind him, Angela sighs with frustration. Immediately her hand reaches between her legs. God she was so fucking horny. The breast pump sucked on her nipples so firmly and rhythmically. Her pussy was gushing with juices.

As the breast pump maintained its steady rhythm, Angela's fingers began to dance across her sensitive flesh, tracing slow, tantalizing circles around her clit. Her grip on the armrest tightened, knuckles bleached of color, as she struggled to contain the mounting tension.

With a subtle bite of her lower lip, she muffled the moan threatening to escape, acutely aware of the others' presence in the house. Her fingers quickened their pace, expertly coaxing her toward her release.

The pump's hum wove in and out of her awareness, its steady beat intertwining with the thrum of her own desire. As she gazed down at the filling bottle, a shiver ran through her – the sight of her milk flowing, combined with the insistent tug on her nipple, sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

Her chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity as she hurtled toward her climax. The emptiness within her grew, a hollow ache that yearned to be satiated. Angela's head lolled back against the chair, her thighs trembling with restrained passion. She **** herself to maintain a measured pace, **** to keep her ecstasy silent, hidden from prying ears.

The tension coiled tighter, a spring straining to be released, until finally, it burst forth in a warm, golden wave, sweeping Angela up in its undertow.

Her body trembled as the aftershocks of pleasure dissipated, her fingers slowing to gentle caresses that savored the lingering sensation. The steady hum of the breast pump provided a soothing background noise, punctuated by soft, involuntary gasps that escaped Angela's lips.

As her breathing gradually steadied, she became aware of the slickness between her thighs. A warm flush rose to her cheeks. With unsteady hands, she reached for the towel Jacob had left, using it to clean herself with quiet discretion.

The pump's rhythm began to wind down, signaling that her breast was nearly empty. Angela's gaze fell upon the bottle, now almost full of her milk. A mix of relief and self-consciousness swirled within her, knowing she'd just experienced an intimate moment while Jacob's kindness was still fresh in her mind.

"Collect yourself, Angela," she whispered, her fingers combing through her slightly disheveled hair. The last few droplets of milk trickled into the bottle, and the pump automatically fell silent.

With deliberate movements, she carefully removed the pump from her breast, wincing slightly at the tender sensitivity. Her nipple was swollen and pink, and she gently patted it dry with the towel. The cool air of the room sent a shiver through her.

Angela’s eyes fell on the 4 bottles of her milk that rested on the desktop. God that was a lot, she thought. And it felt so good. Her gaze turned to the pump; a smile spread across her face. Her pussy twitching at the thought of Jacob…