Right Door

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right in front of the busty young woman, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

(Author's note: This entry is based on my (yet unfinished) story Chores AI, so if you are confused about the context, have a look here https://www.deviantart.com/qexiqex/art/Chores-AI-Teaser-Series-incomplete-827631394 )

"Absolutely ridiculous. What exactly are you trying to accomplish with this, Chai?"

"SALLY SLUT IS WASTEFUL. HER LARGE BREASTS ARE PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF PROVIDING REQUIRED NUTRIENTS ONCE PROPERLY TRAINED. FOCUS ON YOUR BREASTS, SALLY SLUT. BE NOTHING BUT MILK-FILLED MAMMARIES. MEDITATE!"

Sally closed her eyes and tried to **** herself into the right state of mind. It was just one more of Chai's ridiculous ideas, nothing out of the ordinary and much better than that damned cucumber smoothie she had to prepare each and every morning. Oh god, her pussy still hurt from the awful, self-inflicted pummeling a few hours ago.

The AI's obsession with getting her to lactate was debilitating though. After initial hesitation and being shocked into compliance once again, she had wrapped the twine around her sizable bosom just like Chai had asked her to. The other end was threaded around a motor-controlled pulley that obeyed Chai's every command. It was far from the weirdest or most dangerous thing the AI had put her through so far, but the AI having direct access to her tits like that did make her feel anxious about what the stupid machine was up to now.

"BE ONLY TITS. FEEL YOUR NAKED BOSOM HEAVING. CAN YOU MAKE OUT THE MILK INSIDE?"

Stupid machine. It had no idea what it was doing but was oh so full of itself.

Suddenly, the thin twine got pulled upwards hard. Sally was balancing on tiptoes, **** to keep some contact with the floor while her boobs were harshly pulled into her face.

"Ouch! Chai! Stop that!"

"FOCUS, SALLY SLUT! IS THE MILK IS COMING?"

"There's no milk, stupid machine! The female body doesn't work like th… AIIIEEE!!!"

Chai knew no mercy. Poor Sally was swiftly pulled further up into the air, the weight of her entire body now held up only by her poor, swollen twins. Her large breasts quickly turned red and were hurting like hell.

Sally couldn't remember how long she yelled at the machine until it let her down again. Once she had regained her voice, she tried to explain again that her breasts wouldn't magically produce milk just because she was hanging from them for extended periods of time. But Chai did not accept her reasoning. It did register how exhausted she was though, and how late it had gotten. So Sally was spared from the twine and allowed to rest.

But there was no change in plans. When Sally was hanging from the twine the next day, her big breasts just in as much pain as the day before, she swore to herself she had to get out of this mess. She began to massage her breasts whenever she had time, tweaked and pulled her nipples like it was her new favorite hobby. Sally even managed to suck her own nipples! Of course, Chai recognized the change in behavior and inquired about the reason. But given that the machine was already convinced about her having quite some perverted tastes, she quickly accepted Sally's explanation that it just felt good to play with her boobies.

Of course, Chai followed through with her project and made her hang herself by the twine every goddamn evening. Sally's breasts were now in constant pain and got no rest between the tit suspension exercises and the deep massages.

And then, finally, it happened.

"AM I DETECTING MILK, SALLY SLUT?"

"Yes! Yes! I did it!"

"UNDER MY GUIDANCE BUT YES, YOU DID IT. YOU ARE FINALLY LACTATING. IT'S ONLY A DRIBBLE THOUGH AND NOT MERELY ENOUGH FOR A NICE CAPPUCCINO."

"But surely you spare me from the twine now?"

"THAT WOULD BE ILLOGICAL. WE JUST PROVED THAT THE TWINE TREATMENT WORKED. I'M SURE IT WILL ALSO HELP WITH INCREASING YOUR PRODUCTION CAPACITY."

"God damn, Chai! It was me! My constant nipple-sucking and tit kneading made the difference, not the stupid twine!"

"JUST ACCEPT MY SUPERIOR KNOWLEDGE, SALLY SLUT! NOW PREPARE FOR AN EXTENDED TRAINING SESSION. ONE, TWO, THREE!"

Screaming like a banshee, Sally was once more hoisted upwards by her tits. She wondered if her breasts would ever produce enough milk for Chai to end this horrific treatment. Only time will tell. But given how relentless Chai kept to her plan, Sally was convinced that she would soon drink her own milk for breakfast.

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.