The Land of Milk and Other Things

With potential **** evidence disposed of, it’s time to get back on mission. I open Melina’s profile and navigate to my goal. I only glanced over and disregarded it before when I first explored the app, not enough stock invested to believe it possible. But things are different now, very different.

Lactate: 40 gems

I stare at the option for a few moments in anticipation. It’s not the most “out there” fetish, I know, I’ve never been an exceptionally kinky individual, but it’s still one of my guilty pleasures. And I know of no one I’d rather use it on. I break the self-imposed stand-off and purchase the customization. Bringing me down to 27 gems. The 25-gem boost from the earlier achievements is definitely appreciated, but the sass is still noted. I try to inspect my new purchase but can’t. The app stops responding. I sigh in resignation, preparing to restart the app again, but then it starts doing something.

I imagine it’s supposed to be a cool animation, and it mostly comes across that way. But in standard me fashion, it glitches out. It does that thing like an old, scratched up DVD playing where the animation keeps moving but leaves the image behind. Traces of what is moving only visible from feint, sort of 3D looking shapes behind the frozen image that swirl the still colors that were left stuck in time. Like a cat moving underneath a blanket. Only for the colors to catch up for a second but then get stuck once more in a repeating cycle.

Despite that hiccup, I’m still able to gather what happens. After the brief pause, the screen focuses on her “Hidden Potential” tab, specifically the lock icon next to it. The rest of the background fades as the lock begins to spin, faster and faster and faster, a light quickly brightening from its’ center before it explodes; shattering into a million little pixels that scatter out beyond the edges of my screen. The glow from the lock explosion still shining bright, highlighting the title of my most recent purchase. But then that starts to spin, quickly gaining speed as it swaps back and forth from spelling “Lactate” to something I can’t read mid tornado impression. It finally slows down, blasting shots of confetti on either side of the new, proud title before it slides down to replace the “Hidden Potential” banner. Like I said, probably very impressive looking behind the glitched visuals. I knock my brain out of its shock and awe and finally read the new title.

Milk Factory

That… Sounds like a bit of an upgrade from simply lactating… Maddy did say the hidden potentials were powerful, I guess that means they get their own tab dedicated to the unlockable. Time to see what “Milk Factory” is all about.

“Order up!” Melina says, seeming to have regained her usual positive energy.

I quickly lay my phone face down, cursing fate for interrupting the “Milk Factory” introduction, but quickly forgiving it since it’s Melina. I smile back and express my thanks as she places my order down next to me, trying to exude as many calming vibes as I can to hopefully quell any latent embarrassment she might be feeling. I still expect her to simply say something along the lines of “Enjoy!” before leaving in an awkward hurry like she did before. But instead, she looks to me and asks,

“You going to the festival?”

“Festival?” I ask in return.

“Yeah! The festival! Well, it’s more like a carnival of sorts. But yeah! The whole town will be there! There’ll be some fun games, rides, and food! The café will have a stand there that I’ll be working at. You should stop by! There’re some flyers by the door.” She explains, her excitement seeming to have replaced her embarrassment and growing with every word. Almost like she’s forcing it down...

“That… Sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll have to check that out.” I respond, falling prey to her infectious energy.

“You should! Hope you enjoy!” She says, bouncing away happily.

Well… That’s definitely a thing I’ll have to check out. I reach for my food as I watch her leave, but my hand hits something that isn’t a biscuit. I look down and see a chocolate chip cookie propped up against my warm bread and egg goodness.

…… Well that settles it, Melina is officially an angel. No more interruptions though, time to finally delve into her newly unlocked potential. I take a bite of my food and flip my phone back over.

Milk Factory:

Awareness: Off

Produce: Breast Milk

Pleasurable Production: On/Off

Production Rate: .25 Gallons Per Minute.

Production Method: Squeeze Breast

Production Limit Per Day: 1 Gallon

Enhancement 1: Pick one

Enhancement 2: Pick one

…… Alright… This is interesting… I’m going to refrain from barraging myself with a million questions just yet and first go through each option individually. I skip “Awareness” for now and tap “Produce”.

Produce: Pick one

-Breast Milk* (Selected)

-Chocolate Milk

-Strawberry Milk

-Hot Chocolate

-Hot Coffee with Milk**

-Lattes**

-Milkshakes**

-Whipped Cream

*Can be changed to other varieties of milk. Affects all other produce options.

**Various flavors and varieties can be ordered from Custom Girl.

Not gonna ask a million questions. Not gonna ask a million questions. Not gonna ask a million questions. Not gonna ask a million questions. Just go to the next option. I tap “Pleasurable Production”, but nothing happens other than it toggles too On. I feel like that one’s pretty straightforward though, so I’m going to just assume my assumption is correct and move on for now.

Production Rate:

Enter desired flow rate

.25 gpm

Ok, that’s just a box I fill in. Simple enough. Next one.

Production Method: Pick one

-Squeeze Breast (Selected)

-Pinch Nipple

-Exposure

-Magic word

-Orgasm

-Always on

Leaking: Yes/No

Only two more options, keep the questions in until then, you can do this Tyler! I believe in you! You’re me after all!

Production Limit Per Day:

Enter desired limit

1 Gallon

Unlimited: Yes/No

Enable breast expansion/deflation depending on fullness level: Yes/No

A fill in the box just like the production rate, makes sense. Only with the added unlimited option, which feels kind of broken, but you won’t find me complaining. Especially with that additional option. Last one!

Enhancement 1:

-None (Selected)

-Healthy

-Healing

-Tasty

-Energizing

-Poisonous

-Yucky

-Sleepy

-Addicting

………. Too. Many. Questions… Can’t. Decide. What. To ask… First. I need time to think. I put my phone down and eat my food while I let all this new information percolate within my noggin. I’m not as starved for carbs from the run as I would have thought, but the fluffy egg biscuit goodness, followed by the chewy, chocolatey deliciousness of the cookie, topped off with the warm, smooth tea to wash it down really hits the spot. This is my happy place. Soft but upbeat music playing. Sun shining outside. Good cup of tea. It’s relaxing. Helps me center myself and my thoughts. I close my eyes, turning off my brain as I just enjoy the calm……

“SSSSHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRP!”

I furrow my brows as my eyes twitch. I slowly open one of my eyes to peer at the interruption to my zen.

“… Is that my tea you’re drinking?” I ask, irritation clear in my voice.

“Possession is nine tenths of the law.” Maddy says, sitting in the opposite chair at my table, her deep purple skin still showing in her full naked glory, before taking another big sip of my tea.

I open my other eye, only to narrow both of them at her before I say,

“What’s the final tenth, then?”

“Semantics, as far as I can tell. You mortals and your silly rules can’t hold a candle to demon law. Really begs the question of how you lot get anything done.” Maddy says, more effort at being insightful than I would have guessed. I go to rebuttal, but then realize she might have a point. I don’t know that much about law. I decide to switch topics.

“What are you doing here? Isn’t this a little public for your kind?” I say in a loud whisper.

Almost to prove my point, Melina walks over to my table, bouncing with energy like normal but still with hints of awkward rigidity.

“Everything good and tasty?” Melina asks.

I jump a little at her question, surprised by her presence focused on Maddy as I was.

“Huh?! Oh! Yes! Uuuhh, very much so! Yes! Thank you.”

“Great! Did you need anything miss?” Melina says, turning to Maddy.

“These aren’t the boobs you’re looking for.” Maddy responds, waving her hand in front of Melina’s face.

“Okay!” Melina responds, before happily walking off.

“…… Don’t you mean droids” I ask, my train of thought being completely derailed.

“Do you see any droids here?” She says, looking at me like I’m an idiot.

“Yeah, you got me there. But why are you here? Actually, beyond that, why are you here? What happened to Jane?” I ask, re-railing my thought train. Maddy just stares at me unblinking for a few moments, takes another loud sip of my tea, and says,

“You have been deemed a higher maintenance asset than what the newbie is capable of handling. So, due to my far superior competence, I was reassigned from my rightful throne as queen programmer supreme and tasked with babysitting you. The wee baby Jane, meanwhile, was put back in her old position of data entry or coffee runner or whatever it was she did.” She says, noncommittedly.

“… Didn’t she work on the UI or something?” I ask, trying to recall.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Ok, fair enough, but that-wait. Jane’s a baby?”

“Of course she is! No self-respecting succubus with any modicum of training or restraint would let their aura just flood out all over the place like she does! Plus, she’s going through her B.B.W.R.R phase.”

“....... B.B.W.R.R phase?”

“Bigger is better without realizing it’s ridiculous” phase. Duh.”

“… That explains a lot… But back to my main question, that still doesn’t answer why you’re right here right now.” I ask, attempting to get back on the original track.

“… Babysitting.” She says very slowly, same accusatory look of idiocy as before.

“…… Wait. Are you actually here to explain the hidden potential thing?” I ask.

“Give the great destroyer of tech and lord of all things awkward a prize! He actually added two and two into five! Assuming larger than normal values of two.” She says, mockingly.

“……… Why?” I ask, legitimately curious and trying to ignore her condescension.

“Why? Why?! What do you mean why?! Why do any of us do anything? Why do you do what you do? Why do we all toil on and on in our comparatively short lives for metaphorical scraps to achieve some abstract goal which will ultimately mean nothing to the grand scheme of the powers that be!?!? Pure! Absolute! Pressure!” Maddy practically yells, gesticulating dramatically with every word and ending the speech standing with one foot on the table. Staring at me with such intensity in her eyes, I am suddenly reminded at how very public we are right now. I look around, close to panicking, but despite her theatrics, none of the other patrons look our way.

“… You’re uhh, real passionate I see. Hehe.” I say, still paranoid.

“I’m practicing for an audition in the drama club. What do you think?” She responds, gently floating back down into her seat. I blink, taking a moment to recover from that emotional whiplash before saying,

“… I think you’ll get it.”

“Aw! Thanks!” She says giggling. God, that’s probably the scariest thing she’s done since I’ve met her. It’s akin to a witch’s cackle. Just unsettling.

“… You’re, uh, welcome… Anyway! What do you mean by pressure?” I ask, trying to get this thought train back on the rails once again after being knocked off so many times, which is a bit of a hard sell since I feel she was trying to distract from that bit.

“Cease with your inane blabberings about pointless affairs and commence with your inane blabberings regarding my most recent genius creation!” She responds with fervor, only proving my assumption further.

I stare at her for a few moments, eyes thin with suspicion. It doesn’t faze her though as she lazily stares at her fingernails, acting the part of being overwhelmingly bored. I remind myself she’s a very literal demon and decide to concede this round before turning my thoughts back to the unlocked hidden potential. There’s a lot there, and who knows how long Maddy is willing to put up with my “blabberings”, so I better keep the questions good and to a minimum. I open my mouth to finally speak, but at that exact moment, she loudly sighs in annoyance.

“My mind is changed! No blabberings from you!” She says with a really bad mock German accent and swipes my phone from where it was laying on the table.

“Hey!” I protest, but don’t actually make any move to stop her. Still a demon I don’t wanna cross.

She taps away at the screen with such skill and speed, her fingers are but a blur. How is anyone able to work a touchscreen that quickly? It takes me at least three taps to do most any singular thing! Life is so unfair; I say as the one with an extremely powerful magical device designed to bring all my naughty fantasies to reality. So unfair. She takes another long sip of my tea as she taps away with her other hand, now she’s just showing off. She continues loudly drinking until the contents are fully consumed before laying one final tap on my phone.

Melina turns on her heels from the other end of the café and skips over to us, her chest bouncing merrily as she does. A very generous amount of cleavage showing from her plunging neckline shirt, but kept somewhat tame by her cute uniform apron. I still get the sense she’s trying too hard to act like she normally does. Her movement is too **** and janky. Melina is great at many things, but acting is not one of them. As she hops over, she looks mildly confused for a moment as she stares at, or through, where Maddy is sitting.

“Still doing okay Tyler? Can I get you anything else?” She asks me, while still looking at Maddy, but apparently not seeing her.

Maddy just smirks and, without breaking eye contact with me, pops the lid off the empty cup, offers it to the confused girl and says,

“Replenish this container’s contents with the liquid it was filled with previously. Use your own means.”

“Okay!” Melina cheerfully replies. Her confusion vanishing in an instant.

I feel like I should say something. Respond or react in some way. Try to swipe my phone back to see what Maddy did, tell Melina not to listen to the weird voice coming from something she apparently can’t acknowledge, anything really. But no, I just sit there dumbfounded at what is transpiring before me. My mouth may or may not be hanging open slightly…

Melina reaches both of her hand down into the open neckline of her shirt, grabbing hold of her right breast. Pulling the massive mound of womanly beauty, slightly lighter tone than the rest of her bronze skin, out into the light once more. Exposing her large, pointed chestnut brown nipple to the two of us and anyone else that happens to look our way. She grabs the cup from Maddy and holds it under her nipple, then pinches herself with her free hand. Her face flushes again but for a very different reason, her eyes flutter mostly shut and she lets out a soft, and really adorable moan as a jet of liquid streams out from her at an impossible rate, filling the cup in seconds.

Once filled, she takes a few seconds to compose herself, and then offers the now full cup back to Maddy who takes it unceremoniously and offers it to me. I hesitate for a second before slowly reaching out and take the cup, eying it and her suspiciously. It’s filled with a light brown liquid, a bit of milk foam floating on the surface. I give it a sniff and smell the all too familiar aroma of my favorite chai latte, a light bit of steam wafting off the very warm liquid. Both girls watch me intently, making me feel more than a little pressured into taking a sip. Which I do. And it is delicious.

I can tell my reaction was not hidden at all as the taste hits me and both girls smile widely.

“How is it? Is it good?” Melina asks, anticipation of my answer making her giddy.

“Yeah. Like, REALLY good! Way better than the first one. Not that that one was bad by any means! This one is just… Wow!” I say, still feeling the glorious aftertaste of that single sip.

Melina squee’s and hops in place happily, causing her one exposed boob and one clothed boob to bounce right along with her. The movement seems to remind Melina that her tit is out and exposed though, and she works returns it to within its’ confines.

“Glad you like it! Let me know if you need anything else!” Melina says, still stuffing herself back into her shirt as she walks away.

I watch her leave, finding her somewhat awkward efforts to regain her modesty eye catching. But only until my gaze falls back onto Maddy, who’s staring at me with the widest cat that ate the canary grin imaginable. Fingers pressed together in a steeple and elbows resting on the table like a stereotypical villain as she eyes me. I instantly think back to the app, my blood runs cold as I remember the various different enhancements available. One in particular flashing across my thoughts.

Poisonous.