Ecstasy 3 (Alkim)

Alkim

Sucking on Kate's tits was like a dream come true. Not only because the act had figured prominently in his dreams and jerkoff sessions, but also because the sequence of events leading up to this moment made no damn sense.

In less than an hour, Kate did a bunch of molly, woke him up, asked him to make out with her, and then actually allowed him to fondle and suckle her huge, perfect tits.

Oh god! It's like that time she took 2C-B at that fucking convention party, only a thousand times hotter!

It was a good thing Mikaella got cold so easily, or there wouldn’t have been any blankets over his lower half to conceal her sleeping mouth on his dick. Another stroke of luck came from Kate being too high to notice the human-sized lump below his waist. Luckier still, Mikaella didn’t wake up from anything they said, nor when he pulled his dick out of her sleeping, suckling mouth to go make out with Kate.

He wasn’t sure how his new cumslut might have reacted to that, but jealousy seemed like a reasonable response upon finding out that “her man” left her mid-blowjob just for the chance to kiss his far bustier and all-around more beautiful crush.

Better that I don’t inflame her insecurities. Definitely, much better for the both of us. I’ll make it up to her tomorrow.

It was an easy promise for him to make when the only things Mikaella seemed to want from him were his cooking and his cock.

Still, he couldn’t fucking believe what Kate had permitted in the past hour.

Her tits had grown to the size of her head, then she let a girl suck on them so much that they became terribly sore, and her solution was to… let me suck on them too?

He made one joke about kissing them and making it better, and she just agreed, instantly, as if his kisses could actually heal bruises. But Alkim wasn’t going to turn down such an opportunity, and he fulfilled the bizarre request. Somehow, it almost seemed to be working. She claimed to feel much better, and then asked him to do more.

The same Kate that found casual displays of male/female desire utterly repulsive was encouraging him to dry-nurse at her massive chest, and was now sensuously running her fingers through his hair.

It was insane! It was absurd! It was nonsensical!

It was exactly what he wanted from the moment they met.

Before then, even, dating all the way back to the very first pornographic videos he’d ever seen. Like many teenage boys, he thought looking at dicks was gay, and also didn’t find the vagina itself to be the most appealing part of a woman either. So, he began with softcore videos of busty women fooling around, which quickly escalated to videos of women with gargantuan natural breasts, some bigger than their heads, and often lactating into the mouths of equally busty women.

Even after graduating to hardcore porn, and then onto actual sex, with actual women, Alkim never lost his fascination for big mommy-milkers. He’d sucked on a great many titties back in college, yet none could ever compare to those insanely top-heavy models. The heft, the size, the contrast with their slim torsos, and, of course, the milk; all were unattainable dreams.

The simple fact was that the vast majority of women were not built like that, and could never become that. Even the most expensive surgeries couldn’t replicate the look he’d always found most attractive. He’d long since accepted that reality, and went about his adult life dating women with small to moderate busts, and got off just fine.

But now he had Kate: Kate, and her huge, perfect, natural tits, stuffed right into his thirsty mouth.

He'd never tell her, but he thought her nips looked much better without the piercings, and he never liked the feel of studs against his tongue anyway.

They detracted from her natural perfection.

Kate was more than goth enough without them. Even her tits are goth! That pale skin, the visible blue veins running beneath, and those dark, almost purplish areolas, they all fit her perfectly.

Whatever happens, I have to talk her out of a reduction.

Kate was indeed a mega-titty goth girl-friend. She just wasn’t Alkim’s girlfriend, but the distinction hardly mattered at the moment.

Fuck! This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my life! Good thing Mikaella sucked me off to within an inch of my life an hour ago, or I might have exploded all over the bed. The only ways this could be any hotter were if Kate was lactating, or if she let me fuck her.

The first was impossible, and the second was still too absurd for him to joke about, even if she had granted every request of his so far. The last thing he wanted was for her to get offended and kick him out of her room. He wasn’t going to risk a night full of unlimited giant naturals just for another orgasm, especially when Mikaella already promised him an infinite supply.

Paradoxically, despite the rapid pounding of his heart, and the sheer horny madness that clouded his thinking, there was nothing he found more fulfilling or relaxing than sucking on a nice titty, and he was certain the titties would never be nicer than these.

Except, they actually might. Kate’s bust grew to this size in just over a week, and she seemed to think they were still growing.

They started out as way more than a handful. Now, they’re bigger than her head! She doesn't even know her own bra size anymore! Just how fucking big will they get? Could they end up down at her bellybutton, or so huge they rest in her lap?!

Alkim found all such possibilities of his gorgeous best friend's case of genuine breast expansion unbelievably hot. He could only hope that he would get the chance to see and feel the changes for himself.

Assuming she doesn’t kill me tomorrow, would she ever let me do this again, sober? No, no fucking way, this is all the molly.

Regardless of her promises to not get mad at him, Alkim knew tomorrow’s Kate would fully disavow any actions taken or promises she made in this state. Not that he could really blame her, but that meant he had to get as many memories and as much satisfaction out of this situation while he still could.

I owe Vicky my fucking life for inviting me to hang out here that first weekend, and vouching for me with Kate! I just can't believe it led to this moment, sucking the ultimate in big, natural, goth, Asian titties. I have to find some way to repay her when she gets back.

Then he tasted something odd; something new; something sweet on his tongue. Instinctively, he suckled harder, deeper, seeking it out, and after a few seconds, he tasted more of it.

What the…

Reluctantly, Alkim popped his mouth off her nipple and brought his eyes up to the slick teat. Curious, he squeezed around her areola, and watched with amazement as tiny white droplets began to form on the end of her nipple. He was fully entranced, unable to make sense of this development until the droplet enlarged and fell onto his tongue.

Milk? Milk!?!

In no time at all the droplet was replaced by another, and another, until a steady dribbling of milk was falling into his dumbstruck mouth, like a leaky faucet.

Oh my god! Kate’s lactating!? Wait, is this why her tits are growing???

The realization shocked him beyond his lust, at least for the moment. Alkim stared for a good long moment, breathing heavily. Then he realized he had to inform Kate of this unexpected medical development, especially as a potential answer to the mystery of her ever-bigger-naturals.

He never even got a chance to say a thing.

“Don’t stop! I need more!”

The lactating goth clutched his head to her fat tit, forcing her nipple back into his mouth.

Once again, instinct took over, and Alkim suckled away, hungrier than ever. His concerns were quickly overridden by the ecstasy of fulfilling his greatest fantasy.

What if I tell her and she goes berserk and kicks me out?

Nothing sounded more frightening than the possibility of being cut off from the tap. He promised to himself that he'd tell her in a few minutes, then allowed himself to get lost in the moment, lost in the sweet, sweet taste of Kate's milk.

It's sooo much better than cow's milk! Thinner, but far, far sweeter. Sweet like candy, sweet like the leftover milk from a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios!

He didn't eat cereal anymore, but he would if he had this in the fridge. He never drank coffee, but he could imagine that mixing in a splash of Kate's saccharine milk could change his mind.

If I mixed this with vodka, would it still create a White Russian, even if the milk is Chinese?

Alkim's dick had long since hardened to its full size, and had begun to dribble precum into his underwear. Yet he dare not jerk it, dare not interrupt this incredible, intimate, blissful moment with something that was sure to shock her out of it.

But apparently, Kate did not share his reservations. His head registered movement coming from beneath the pillow that his head lay on. Subtle, rhythmic movements. Then he saw Kate's upper arms were perfectly synced up to that rhythm.

Holy shit! She's fucking masturbating to me drinking from her tits! Mere inches from her pussy! This is so much crazier than the 2C-B hands-free orgasm!

“Oh fuck! Mhmmm! How are you doing this to me?” Kate moaned.

Alkim couldn’t respond, couldn’t ask what she meant, not with her holding him in like this, and not when all he wanted was to suck on her giant, perfect, milkers.

But there was no need. Not when Kate kept filling the dead air with more questions.

“Oh my godddd,” She twitched, and shook above him. Her chest came down, and her huge tit plastered over his entire face, blocking out the light. “Why does this feel so goooooood? How are you—aaaah!—making me cum?!”

Despite the sudden plunge into darkness, the feeling of soft boob on his face, the partial restriction of his airways, and the knowledge that he was making her cum, Kate’s words cut right through the fog of his pleasure-addled brain.

Within moments, an entire week’s worth of scattered observations hit him all at once.

Kate’s increasingly affectionate behavior, and her willingness to shotgun ****; his dick and balls growing like a second puberty; the sheer magnitude of his orgasms; the massive size of his cumshots; Mikaella’s eagerness to please him, to blow him whenever he wanted; Kate’s tits rapidly growing to their current size in under a week, now lactating right into his eager mouth, and simultaneously cumming her brains out…

Ooooooooohhhhh…

This wasn’t the house’s doing, or the ****, or the food they ate. These weren’t separate, bizarre occurrences that just happened to strike at himself and his two beautiful housemates.

He was the sole beneficiary of every change. He wanted to be closer to Kate, so she started wanting the same. He loved big tits, so Kate's tits got bigger. Kate’s bigger tits made him too horny, so he got Mikaella to suck him dry. He needed to start making money, so Mikaella agreed to shoot porn with him.

It‘s me. Somehow I… I did this to us? I changed myself, and I changed the girls.

He didn’t know how the hell he could have done this. The very idea was impossible, ludicrous, and unscientific in the ****. Yet there was simply no other way to explain his lesbian best friend rapidly developing into his unrealistically-ideal woman, and stuffing her big mommy-milkers right into his mouth; no other way to explain the inhuman loads of cum he produced; no other way to explain Mikaella’s insatiable lust for his cum, nor what he now recognized as Kate’s identical lust for his kisses, and his mouth on her tits.

Unable, or unwilling to pull away from his greatest sexual fantasy, Alkim continued to nurse from her, even as he contemplated his next move.

If that’s really what happened, then I need to get away from her and everyone else before I mess them up beyond repair!

Except, he couldn’t do that, not right now. Kate still had a potentially dangerous amount of molly in her system. He had **** but to watch her, and make sure she didn’t develop serotonin syndrome. If she had an episode while he was gone, the damage could be both severe, and lasting.

No, he had to stay here and wait until the **** left her system.

But that could take hours.
Maybe I should just take her to the hospital, tell the doctors about what happened?

Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he knew that would never work either.

“Doctor, it’s all my fault! She took too many ****, and my spit made her tits double in size! Then, when I sucked on them she just started lactating! All because I wanted it! Also, every time I cum it's enough to fill a soda can, and now my other housemate is totally addicted to blowing me! You gotta do something!”

There was no version of that conversation that didn’t end with him in grippy socks.

And what if they did believe him? He might end up getting studied by the same labs he’d just sent resumes to.

Unexpectedly, his mind returned to his conversation with Mikaella, about Kate’s sudden growth, just a few days prior.

“If someone made a real breast enhancement pill it would be instant multi-billion dollar news. It would be the most popular **** among women overnight, you’d know about it.”

Maybe Alkim’s perspective had been warped from reading too many Michael Crichton books, but he just couldn’t believe that HIPAA and the discretion of medical staff would be enough to protect him from becoming some pharmaceutical company’s goldmine.

No, he’d take Kate to the hospital if she was in danger, tell them about the two-points of MDMA in her system, but nothing more.

Then he felt something soaking onto his chest. Kate’s other nipple must have felt left out, because it was now spraying him down. He watched as tiny streams of milk shot out, begging for his mouth to seal the leak.

Despite the temptation, Alkim felt the need to check if Kate was still okay. He swallowed one more gulp of milk, and reluctantly unlatched.

“Kate, how do you feel?” He asked, watching her face from the pillow in her lap.

After a moment she husked out, “Soooo, soooo goood… please don’t stop, it feels all wrong without your mouth on my tits.” It’d taken her a second to register his question, and she never opened her eyes, but it was an answer.

Alkim was more than willing to oblige.

He grabbed her tits, turned them so that both nipples pointed to his open mouth, and sucked in the pair or leaky teats. This way, neither teat would be left out, and none of the busty Asian’s precious milk would be wasted.

Yet, very quickly, Kate’s flow increased, and he had to swallow more and more frequently.

As Alkim gulped down mouthful after mouthful of Kate’s breastmilk, letting the sweet nectar wash over his sensitive tongue, he began to notice things. Slowly, subtly, his mind began to separate the sweet fluid into its component parts, and the flavors he tasted began to multiply.

Dozens of hours in sophomore year spent memorizing the three-dimensional forms of complex, organic chemicals all came back to him, multiplied thousands of times over. Alkim didn’t know the mechanism by which he could tell apart all these chemicals, yet he was sure of what he tasted, and of the identities of each compound.

The most powerful component was sugary. Lactose? Also present were other sugars whose specific names he did not know, but were partially recalled from his education on human anatomy as oligosaccharides.

There was the slight fatty taste, that his mind soon identified as long carbohydrate chains. Fatty acids?

He was sifting through the components faster, and faster. Various whey proteins, peptides, enzymes, all came and went.

Soon, he was down to the trace components; mineral salts, and vitamins.

And then Alkim noticed more, far more; an entire collection of trace chemicals that hadn’t been on his radar, not because they were too faint, but because he was the one producing them. He traced them back, back to their source, back to his salivary glands. The output from these glands was impossibly varied, far beyond what was needed to produce ordinary human saliva. His mouth was now producing hormones like estrogen, and prolactin, and other bioactive compounds like endorphins, anti-inflammatories, and others beyond count.

Oh my god, my body is a walking pharmacy! No wonder Kate wants me to suck on her tits, she’s getting high off my body chemistry! And the tits! That’s why they kept growing, why they started lactating! It all must have started with the DMT trip!

I’m using chemistry to make my hallucinogenic vision into reality!

This realization of the nature of his abilities should have been more than enough to occupy his mind. Yet, there was something else that nagged at him, something hidden under the sweet taste of milk sugars, proteins, fats, and salts. He detected a faint trace of it in Kate’s milk: something bitter, and foreign, not a product of the human body.

As he continued to drink, the taste grew stronger, and the shape of the impurity began to form in his mind. Then, he knew what it was.

Molly?

The traces of it in her blood should be far, far too faint for him to detect them in her breastmilk. And yet, he was certain of not just the presence of the compound, but even its concentration. From there, Alkim’s hyper-aware mind was able to calculate the amount in her bloodstream.

Oh no.

Kate had taken so much molly. Too much, and even worse: she wasn't drinking enough water to flush it from her system. He could feel her already-elevated pulse, blood pressure, and body temperature continuing climb higher and higher by the minute.

Too late did he realize that the hand that had been stroking his hair now lay limp over his shoulder.

Kate’s showing all the symptoms of serotonin syndrome!

Alkim unlatched from her leaking tits at once.

“Kate?” He sat up, and shook her by the shoulders to get her attention. She never responded, not verbally. All she managed was a wordless moan.

At the same time, Kate’s overactive mammaries continued their activities, and all his shaking managed to accomplish was to spray that delicious milk all over his face, chest, and Kate’s bedding. Hot as that was, he didn't have time to enjoy the sight.

I have to get her to the hospital!

But just before he could finish gathering her limp body in his arms, a thought occurred to him.

Now that he knew that his salivary glands were making chemicals, chemicals that made Kate grow, that made her addicted to kissing him, he began to wonder if there was something else he could do with this power, something that could help Kate right now.

What if I can do more besides grow tits? What if I intentionally produced something that would decrease the concentration of MDMA in her blood, or reduced the serotonin in her brain?

He decided on the latter, and began to concentrate on the neurotransmitter: serotonin.

The image formed in his mind, and swiftly he began to sense it in his mouth.

No! Not more serotonin!

That was the wrong idea. He stopped producing more serotonin, but it was still present in his mouth. From there, his thoughts shifted back toward its removal.

The solution would have to be something that blocked the action of serotonin in Kate’s brain, something that would either bind to the same receptors, or attack the compound directly. The answer came from the back of his mind, in the form of a page from his MCAT prep book.

I need to make a serotonin receptor antagonist!

He focused on the serotonin receptors in his own brain, and was able to picture just such a compound that would bind to those receptors. Almost instantly, he sensed his body was producing the targeted chemical. He wasn’t sure how much it would take to get her stable, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

With no time to waste, Alkim palmed the back of Kate’s limp head, and pulled her into another kiss. This, however, was not for pleasure; this was medicine, in its most improbable and impossible form.

He was orally administering medication, a medication generated through some unnatural power, in order to reverse the effects of a **** overdose. And all the while, his friend’s swollen tits continued to leak their payload of breastmilk onto his chest.

As he tongued her, his body continued to produce the antagonist, and all her mouth needed to do was absorb it into her bloodstream. To his relief, within minutes, Kate started kissing him back, and soon after that she seemed to have regained consciousness.

Once he felt her mouth actively responding to his tongue’s presence, he pulled back, and went straight for the water bottle.

“Kate! You need to drink water, right now!” He brought the bottle to her lips, and made sure she drank several mouthfuls.

When she was done, he concentrated on stopping production of the chemical, and checked to see if his friend was out of the danger zone.

“How do you feel?” He asked, checking her temperature with a hand on her forehead.

“Good. Hot. Wet.”

Kate was indeed still hot, but thankfully, her temperature was coming down. It was still high, but not dangerously so anymore.

Alkim breathed a sigh of relief, and laid her back down. “Please tell me if you get too hot again. I think you’ll be fine here tonight, but we can’t take any chances.”

She nodded, closed her eyes again and relaxed onto the pillows.

He grabbed his phone and changed the music to something more sedate, more relaxing. That was the right vibe now.

When Alkim looked back to his friend, he couldn’t help but notice that while her milk had slowed down, it hadn’t stopped completely. Now that she wasn’t in danger anymore, his lower brain began to assert itself once again, and he started to re-harden. More than anything, he really, really wanted to get his mouth back onto those fat milkers, yet what Kate said before passing out still nagged at him.

I need to know how much Kate’s figured out. Molly might help me out here. Everyone's so much more emotionally honest and feely on molly. Like they just can’t help but babble away all their secrets.

“Hey, Kate.”

“Mhmm,” she murmured in acknowledgement.

“Earlier, you asked how I was making things feel so good, what did you mean by that?”

“It’s… you… I don’t know dude, you just taste soooo goooood. You make me feel things that shouldn’t be…”

"Shouldn't be what?

“Normal. Possible.”

“Like what?”

“Dude, you know I’m gay.”

“No duh.”

“I still am. Gay. Well, I guess your man-parts don't gross me out like they used to, but I’m still not attracted to you like that. But, like, somehow kissing you makes me feel… better. Like, way better than kissing should. Better than my meds, better than kissing hot girls.” Kate rubbed the back of her head into the pillow. “And my boobs. You kissed them, and they aren't sore anymore. And the tit sucking felt so, insanely good, like I was getting my pussy licked.”

Whoa. No wonder she came. That was a much more vivid admission than he expected.

“Really? Kissing and titsucking with me feels THAT good to you?”

“No duh,” she returned, “It’s highkey kind of addictive. Why do you think I took molly to kiss you?”

That’s why she took it?! “I just thought you took it because you were sad or something, and then the molly made you want to kiss me.”

“Nah, it happens when I’m sober too. I just knew you’d kiss me if I said the molly made me wanna do it.” She smiled, though her eyes stayed closed. Kate was still enjoying the feeling of all the happy chemicals coursing through her system.

“Oh.” And I fell for it. Of course I did. “Well, next time, please don’t take dangerous amounts of **** just to trick me. Just ask next time, okay? You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Ooookay,” she held out a thumb’s up, “But you’re the biologist here. How can kissing feel so good?”

Alkim shrugged, “I mean, it shouldn’t. None of this makes any sense.” He threw up his hands in resignation.

“Yeah, well, a lot of things in this house stopped making sense…” she mumbled.

Huh? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re too smart to play dumb, dude. I saw what you did with Mikaella.”

Oh, shit! Wait, which time was Kate present for? She’s been out of the house for more than a day.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”

“Like, yesterday. I saw you cum all over her face, then in the jar, and I saw her drink it all. Fucking nasty.”

“Oh. OH!” So, Kate saw us after breakfast. Shit! But at least she never noticed what we were doing in my bed an hour ago… “Yeah, it would seem I’ve also undergone some, uh, growth.” He glanced down at his extremely conspicuous boner, and the growing dark patch on his shorts. “Sorry you had to see that. Wait, the door was closed! How did you see us?”

“There was a crack in the door, and I looked, alright?”

“Kind of a serious invasion of privacy, don’t you think?”

“Sue me, it’s my house.”

Alkim pinched his nose. Okay, mom. “Please, don’t do that again.”

“Not like I want to see that shit anyway, it was so gross,” she waved him off. “How much was it, anyway?”

The cum??? “How much was what?” He didn’t really want to provide his lesbian friend the exact volume of his loads.

“How much did Mikaella charge for the blowjob? Kinda curious about her rates.” Kate chuckled at her extremely clever prostitution joke.

“Nothing. I was feeling backed up, and she offered to help. That’s all.” Technically not a lie.

“Well, see? There’s another impossible thing. Mikaella doesn’t do ‘free,’ she told me and Vicky herself. Plus, how could anyone ever get THAT backed up? That was an inhuman amount of cum, dude, even I could tell.”

Alkim had nothing to say to that. Kate wasn’t exactly wrong, but he wasn’t sure he wanted her to connect any more dots between herself, him, and Mikaella’s sudden willingness to perform unpaid sexual favors.

Unpaid in dollars, anyway, and not for long if our first live stream tomorrow goes well.

After a while without his answer, Kate began to fill the silence. “Why did you stop sucking my tits anyway?” She grabbed at the sides of her tits, but pulled her hands back after feeling unexpected moisture. Then, she looked down at her increasingly milky chest. “What the fuck?” One of her tits was dribbling milk, which trickled down the soft curve of her tit and onto her lap. The other was more productive, spraying thin streams of milk in several directions, like a tiny hose with a thumb jammed over the opening.

“Right, that. So, a few minutes after I started sucking your tits, you, um, started lactating.”

“What the fuck!?” She sat up straight, sending droplets of milk flying into Alkim. Her prior sedateness was gone, replaced by excited bewilderment, “When were you going to tell me?”

“I tried to tell you right after I tasted it! But you pulled my head back onto your tit and told me to keep sucking, so I thought you already knew what was happening. I just did what I thought you wanted, honestly. Then I came up a few minutes ago, and you weren’t responding. Really freaked me out there, thought you might have too much serotonin in your system, and I was just about to take you to the hospital…”

“Well? Why didn’t you? What happened?” Kate interrogated.

How much to tell her? If she finds out I'm behind her sudden growth and the lactation, she’ll probably demand I reverse the changes, but I don’t know if that’s even something I can do, not when my body only desires growth.

Alkim sighed.“I remembered what you said, about me making you feel better. Then I thought about all the stuff that’s happened to me, and it got me wondering if there was something I could do. Like, some way I could help. So, I did. It was like an instinct, or something, I don’t know.”

“And your instinct was to kiss me?” She asked, flatly, but not quite accusingly.

“Well… yeah. Somehow, I knew my mouth had some kind of medicine for you, some… chemical that would keep your brain from cooking. I don’t know how, or why, but it seems like it worked. You were nonverbal for a bit there, and seriously overheated, and now you’re not.”

She looked at him, bit her lip, then exhaled deeply, before she spoke again, “So, you just saved me from ODing?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Damn.” Kate grabbed at her head, and started rubbing her temples. “This is all so crazy.” she groaned.

“Can’t argue with that.” He agreed.

“Like, fucking nuts. Bonkerballs.” She took another deep breath. “But, thanks. For saving me, I mean.” She put a hand on his knee and squeezed. “You’re a really good friend, dude. I could have died without you.”

Her praise hit his guilty conscience like a slap to the face.

“You know me, always ready to lend a hand.” Or a mouth. “And I mean it, if you ever need any help with your… cravings, I'm here for you.”

She smiled, “I'll keep that in mind,” then looked back down at her chest, as if she only just remembered her leaking nipples. “But what the fuck am I supposed to about these?”

She pushed up her huge tits, one in each arm, and the applied pressure resulted in an increase in the expression of milk.

The sight instinctively **** Alkim to suck in his breath so quickly that it hissed past his teeth. He knew instantly that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Do you want me to help you empty them?” he asked, fully expecting her to throw a pillow at him. “I can go buy a pump if you want. Well, once you’re sober, I mean. I can’t leave you alone yet.”

Instead, Kate looked back down at the milk spraying onto her bed sheets, then back to Alkim, and sighed.

“Okay, fine, just... get it all out, please.” She laid back down, resigning herself to his particular method of aid. “Suck away." She gestured at her leaking nips.

Fucking hell. I’m the worst fucking friend.

Still, Alkim’s guilt weighed less than his lust. He nodded, and crawled back to Kate’s swollen milkers. Even then, he could sense the glands in his mouth automatically restarting production of female growth hormones. He made no attempt to stop them.

"Please don’t make me regret telling you how good this feels.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better. I promise.” He lied.

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