The Cat Starts Lactating

Ladybug was precumming as she approached Chat, who for several reasons had come to hate everyone becoming slaves to their privates. First off. having to pretend to be uninterested in Marinette was ****; literally. The chastity belt he wore wasn't made for that purpose, but rather to prevent his breasts from lactating during school. How people have seemed to adjust to this strange new lifestyle so quickly, Adrien lactating whenever he gets hard wouldn't be a problem, were it not for the sheer volume of it. Not to mention the scent. The one time Adrien thought they could go to school without the belt- within two minutes of the busride there- one single thought of Marinette was enough for them them to wind up flooding the whole bus. Everything after that was a blur. It felt a lot like how looking at Ladybug now was starting to feel. Mortifying. This whole situation, as amazing as it felt sometimes, was still forcing everyone to act inappropriately against their will. Whenever Chat gave in, the sheer amount of milk leaving their chest didn't make physical sense. It made him feel outside himself. And now, the overwhelmed look on Ladybugs face as she staggered toward them- her precum giving off a scent that was totally new to Adrian and totally intoxicating- their growing erection about to reach their seemingly gurgling chest, how good the fire hydrant capacity flow of breastmilk swirling all through and out their suit; all that was causing Chat to feel his pulse all throughout his body. ChatMarinette then pouted, "Please ignore my cock... Please..." lifting her cock to reveal pussy lips that were swollen to the point of the skin showing blood vessels, hiding behind a clit that had become an inch long. "My vagina... it's too much... it itches so much." Chat understood why Marinette opted to use both hands on her cock, as she laid down on the ground. What he didn't understand was how quickly he lunged down to eat ladybug out. how urgently they wanted her to feel good. Chat began sucking on Marinette's clit as if it were their only source of oxygen. Despite all of Marinette's contortions with the occasional wail at the top of her lungs- louder even as she spent her air quickly just so she could keep gasping for every incoming orgasm- Chat kept their grip on Ladybugs clit. Then it happened...