She returns

"I hope she didnt get too scared and returns with an angry mob of inbreds" You think to yourselves as you start weaving yourself some clothing. It is one thing to see a half spider, half elf monstrosity in a cave and another thing to see a NUDE half spider, half elf monstrosity in a cave. "Clothing makes the man" or so they say, at least it will hopefully humanize you a bit.

A normal drider would have tied her up and hung her on the wall the instant you saw her, and you almost did, if it hadnt been for the fact you were all out of eggs you probably would have. Instead you had come up with a plan to present yourself as a benevolent being with healing powers and enter into a symbiotic relation with the inbreds, where you make their pained miserable lives a lot more bearable.“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." Though demanding a harem of their highest quality women to be constantly filled with your eggs in exchange for that might be a hard pill to swallow. A risky plan, put a plan with far greater potential than to stay in this cave and prey upon the local population like a goblin.

You awaken the following morning in a hammock in the roof of the cave positioned just so to be unable to spot while standing at the entrance. You are awoken by a feeling of enormous preassure from your boobs which has doubled in size and were now a handful, beads of honey like liquid were at the nipples, you poke a boob and a stream spews forth, spraying the ground below and soaking your hammock. Youre completely befuddled, this is not normal, producing "milk" this early and in this enormous quantity this early in life is unheard of, especially considering the small size of your breasts.

The "milk" sure smell good though. You wonder... you open your mouth, aim a nipple and sqeeze, a torrent hits you right in the mouth, that is the best thing you have ever tasted, you have not tasted a lot of things in your short life to be fair, but you have a hunch that very few things on this earth comes close.

You play around with your boobs for a bit and find that you can control the intensity of the spew, from just a trickle, to a torrent spewing to lengths of 2 meters, the amount of "milk" in your boobs does not seem to lessen. you have no idea what to do with this information.

Your spidey senses tingle and you immeadiatley stop playing with your nipples. Someones comming! Its the girl! And someone else. She didnt alert the whole village, what a relief.

You try and hastily dress yourself, not easy, your bust has grow a bit since then, but you manage to squeeze them in, though not without considerable boob overflow.

"Heloooo? Miss spider?" Said a laboured voice. The girl from yesterday.

"My sister. Please?"

You fasten a thread of spider silk to the roof and lower yourself down to the girl. She was carrying another girl on her back.

"lay her down there" you said, pointing to a large flat boulder.

When layd down on the boulder, the sister was about your boob height. You layd your hands on her and got the diagnosis; influenza, not a dangerous one even, but it was too much for her weak, inbread immune system to handle. She would die if she did not get urgent treatment.

You forcibly add more red bone marrow in her skeleton and increase their production of white blood cells and you also correct her scoliosis.

"There, I have done what I can, but she needs..." you trail off

She needs good and nutrisous food for her body to be able to recooperate and continue the high production of white blood cells.

Good and nutritious... Her face was right by your boob. Without thinking, you pull down your top baring your breasts, the delirious girl reacts immidatley to the smell of "milk" by moving her head to the side and latch on to a nipple. You ensure a steady stream as she audibly gulps it down. You look over to her sister, who looks at you transfixed, due to the low light level she cant see what happens that well, but she can hear it, and smell it.

You shift your position to allow for more space.

"I have another one..." you say and cup your aviable breast.

Quickly she gets on her knees and starts sucking hard and eagerly taking big swallows, she must have been tired and thirsty after carrying her sister. You enter a strange blissful state having the both of them suck on you, the tugging on your nipples, the feeling of milk flowing out, every suck is like a mini-orgasm.

You have no idea for how long this continues, but the sick sister drinks her fill first and detaches, that seems to return the other one to reality who hurridly explains that she has to get home before the others start wondering where she is.

You wish her well and explained that her sister would get well in a couple of days, you also repeated what you had said yesterday, and warned her against people who might do you harm, though the last bit was unesecairy, both of them had drank from your breasts, they would never think to ruin an opportunity to do that again, both of them were yours.