You are unable to do anything.

The moment you regain your composure, you kick your feet against the fleshy walls surrounding you as hard as you can. However, your foot just bounces back, and only serves to amuse your predator. Once you and Alice have exhausted yourselves attempting to defy her, she places her hands upon her boobs and begins to massage them, moving you around and squeezing your body in order to speed up the process.

It's clear now that you have been completely overpowered by this woman. You're not even a challenge to her. Not even a person. You're nothing but a bottle of milk in her eyes. Or rather, in her tits.

Again and again the warm fatty walls around you squeeze your body as the lady outside gets off to your imminent, lactic fate. You look down at your own boobs and notice that they look rather slick. At first, you think it's just the bodily fluids, but upon touching your hand to your stomach, you notice that it sticks, as if it were the sticky skin of a frog. The woman's enzymes have already begun to break you down.

You panic and try to scramble headfirst back out the nipple, but a hearty squeeze knocks the air out of you and causes you to slide back. However, it's useless anyways, as your second attempt reveals that the exit is closed tightly, and it takes all of your strength to merely push your your arm. You feel the cool air around your hand for the last time, just before a hand gently pushes you back in. You attempt to push it back out, but you're too tired to do so. Your hand slips back out of the sphincter-like exit, and you slowly slide back into the chamber on your chest.

You feel the boob around you lurch as the woman stands up.

"I think it's time for a nice maiden milkshake~" She states, and you feel the boob start to swing. Outside, the woman has begun to do a simple, sexy swaying dance, putting her arms behind her head and swinging her lady-filled jugs back and forth like pendulums.

Back and forth, centrifugal **** pushes you into the left and right walls. Your body pressed hard against the walls of the breast due to your own weight. More than once, you feel Alice in the breast to your left, having the same pressure applied to her body as well. You hear her muffled cries of frustration.

After a few minutes, the swinging stops. Dizzy, you look down at your body. Your skin is loose, and you can painlessly pinch large portions of your skin and pull it without it causing you pain. It doesn't snap back either. Rather, your skin slowly pulls itself back into place, and even then it's still apparent it's been stretched out.

"No, no no no no NO NO NO NO!" You cry out. "I don't want to-Mmff!"

The swinging starts back up again, and you continue to churn. Your body becomes like that of a half-melted wax figurine. Your skin becomes paler and paler until it becomes milky white. When the swinging stops again, you can't even move your legs. They've fused with your butt, which has begun to melt into a warm, milky puddle. You can't even make coherent words anymore, because your holes have closed up with your own melting body tissue. And the worst part is, the sensation of becoming cream is starting to feel really good. If your vagina was still functioning, you're sure you would be wet right now.

"Gggghh-glllrgll..." You manage to burble, breathing heavily. That was the most protesting you could muster now.

You feel the woman's hand push from underneath you as she lifts her breasts, sizing the both of you up.

"Hehe... You should be nice and gooey at this point... Not too much longer until you get pumped out..."

You feel her hand give you a nice, hard squeeze. You're smooshed in between the fleshy walls for a second, and then collapse on your puddling knees, desperately trying to hold your form together.

"Let's finish you up..."

The breasts begin to swing again. You feel your body slide back and forth, slipping around like a slug in a soap-filled balloon. your own boobs begin to melt off, and your legs and hands are nothing but creamy goodness now. Some of your leg gets into your half-sealed mouth. You don't taste half bad...

"I wonder how I'll get drunk..." You think to yourself as you fall on your face. You can't lift yourself up anymore, so you lie there and slide around like a ship caught in a storm.

"Maybe I'll be drunk straight from the bottle... Or poured over cereal... Or into coffee..."

Your butt collapses into rich, slightly pink cream. You feel a shock of bliss as it is spread across the milky walls.

"Maybe I'll get used in a cake... Or turned into ice cream... It doesn't matter... I'm milk now... Milk doesn't get... to choose."

The shaking of the boobs gets faster and more sporadic as your predator begins to finish the job. The boobs begin to harshly shake up and down, back and forth and slap into each other. You can't hear Alice anymore. All you can hear now is the hypnotizing sound of sloshing milk.

You're nothing but a deformed, gooey face now in a pile of pure white cream, shaking around inside of a woman's massive tit. You can't feel any of your body now. Alice is already milk.

The lady picks up her boobs with both hands and lets them swing. As she does so, you slide to the left, and then to the right, and then your face collapses into the puddle you've become. As her knockers come to a rest, there is nothing but thick, frothy milk inside the purple beauty's bust.

The purple-haired lady sits back down on the chair and smiles sweetly as she massages her breasts. The milk that was once two pretty young women sloshes heavily inside them as it starts to thin out, going from cream-like substance to proper milk.

The woman reaches over to the machine and grabs two pumps. She places one on each nipple, and they stick to her with vacuum suction.

"Oh... I always love this part... Goodbye, girls, it's been fun..."

She rubs her hands on the underside of her tits as her nipples begin to lactate. The first droplets of what was once you and Alice appear on her tits, and are immediately sucked into individual pipes. A minute later, a steady stream of milk is being pumped from both breasts, and into large metal containers. She licks her lips and begins to finger herself and moan as she watches her handiwork flow.

The last drops of you are pumped from her boob, and the suction releases. You and Alice are dispensed into milk bottles, sealed, and labeled.

A fun little chibi sticker of your face is printed on the front of all of your bottles. The same is done with Alice's bottles. The words "May Milk" and "Nakiri-my Milk" are printed underneath in fun, energetic letters. The bottles are then packaged into crates. You end up filling 34 bottles. Alice, with her larger assets, fills 37.

The leftover milk is mixed together and poured into a clean glass. The woman picks it up and chugs it down. As the last of you slides down her throat, she lets out a sigh, and places the glass down, a "May Milk" mustache on her lips. She wipes it off and pats her breasts once more.

"You girls made some delicious milk... Fatty, sweet, and a little bit thick... Just like you..."

And with that, she leans back in her chair and falls asleep, digesting her own milk as she waits for the bottles to be picked up and shipped off.

[BOOB VORE ENDING ACHIEVED]