Yes, milk does a body good

Hell, I thought to myself, if you can’t try something new in a dream then when can you try it?

With Kimberly’s nipple held firmly between my lips I applied a little more suction. At the same time I focused on the thought of her lactating, making it a part of the reality around me. I considered whether I should make her pregnant, or have recently given birth, but I dropped those thoughts; she didn’t need an excuse for it any more than I did. It’s not as though I was going to stop mid-drink to have a conversation about it.

Soon I had my first taste of her breast milk. I have no memory of breastfeeding so I can’t say what I was expecting. The only requirement I put into my thoughts was that it should taste good. And did it ever! Warm and sweet liquid started to fill my mouth. It had the creamy texture of milk, coating my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. The flavour was something like condensed milk or whipping cream, so much sweeter than what you would pour on your cereal. And there was something else, like a hint of nutmeg or cinnamon. Something inviting, comforting. A taste of home.

I took my first swallow and then pulled away from Kimberly’s chest. I looked up at her smiling face. I felt like kissing her again but before I could move she said, “Don’t waste a drop, Michael.”

I looked back to where my mouth had been and saw, sure enough, a single drop of milk forming on her nipple. My hand hadn’t stopped squeezing her tits and this was apparently enough to keep it flowing.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied without thinking. I collected the droplet on my tongue before latching on to her other side.

Whoa. That was odd. I’d never called a woman ma’am while being intimate. I rarely used the word at all. But I didn’t spend much time thinking about it because her tits were just too delicious to ignore. Even the air seemed sweeter by the second.

Kimberly’s fingers stroked through my hair. “That’s it,” she said in a calm, relaxing voice, “That’s my good boy. Drink up, Mikey. It’s all for you.”

Her words felt like a hug, drawing me in towards her. I wasn’t about to stop, I just wanted more. I willed her breasts to enlarge. I felt them swell in my hands and against my lips. They filled up with sweet milk which I readily drank. I was gulping it down as fast as I could. My eyelids grew heavy as I let more and more of my weight sink against Kimberly’s beautiful body. Her soft curves and strong arms supporting me. I could hear her breathing deepen as she gave herself over to the sensation as well.

I started to grind my hips against her body. My erection has as hard as ever and it felt good to press it into her. My cock was lined up with her bellybutton and while I’m sure it wasn’t doing anything for her it sure felt good for me.

Hang on, that didn’t make sense. We were very nearly the same size so my cock should have been either between her legs or rubbing the outside of her thigh. Why was my waist so high up on her body?

It was then that I realized that I hadn’t just made her breasts grow, I’d made ALL of her grow. I had lost focus on so many other things. The pool was gone. So was the house. Instead Kimberly sat in a field of green grass and wildflowers. The gentle breeze blew their scent into my nostrils, the source of the sweet smell I had noticed.

Had I shrunk?

No, I knew I was the same size in the way that you just know things in a dream. But Kimberly was bigger, so much bigger now. I gazed up at her, unable to withdraw from her life-giving bosom. Even as I though of that word, bosom, my cock spasmed in ecstasy.

Oh fuck, I thought, this is getting away from me.

But I couldn’t stop. Or I didn’t want to stop. I just had to keep drinking from her. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but in the arms of this giant woman. Having her hold me. Rock me. Feed me.

Kimberly said, “That’s my special little man. That’s it. Show me how good you can be for me and drink it all. Can you do that for me, Mikey?”

I was a goner at that point. I would have done anything for her.

I managed to pull my mouth back to say, “Yes” and nodded vigorously. My hips were gyrating against her at a much faster pace now. Fuck it felt good!

She grabbed her right breast in one hand and used the other to bring my head towards it. She squeezed her breast until a stream of milk came shooting out into my waiting mouth. I held it open to collect it all as she brought me closer and closer. I latched on as soon as my lips made contact and swallowed what she had given me. She kept on squeezing and I kept on drinking.

My belly wasn’t even beginning to feel full. But my body was warm and tingly all over. I humped against her harder and harder, faster and faster. This was good. This was right. I was where I needed to be.

Once again Kimberly stroked my hair, ever so gently. And as she did she said in the softest, kindest voice, “I love you, Michael. I love my baby.”

And with that I came. All sense of dignity gone and I didn’t care. Because she wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t judge. She loved me. My orgasm washed over me and replaced everything that had been with a dark fog of pleasure.

I felt an intoxicating peace.

I shivered as I woke up in my bed, curled up into the foetal position. As I came out of the post-orgasmic daze I realized two facts: first, that I had been sucking on my arm for some time judging by how much slobber was spread around, and second that I had left a very dark hickey on the skin of my bicep. Hopefully no one asks about that over the next few days.

I rolled onto my back to stretch out my limbs. My boxers were filled with cum but I was too distracted to think of taking them off. My mind was racing with other thoughts.

What had that meant, at the end? You spend enough time dreaming, you learn not to focus too much on meaning. But that one… may have been an exception.

Oh well, I should probably just call my mother in the morning. We haven’t spoken in awhile.

The End