Leaking towards the future

Samir was thinking. The Dr. and her wife were having a tryst, though fortunately they were being quite about it. She blushed slightly at the thought of the last time she had been with them. They always took such good care of her, and she felt so safe tucked into the middle of their bed. And now she would be with Jackson. She let out a gentle sigh. When he had wrapped her in his big arms and held her tight against him. Then he had told her to say no if she didn’t want him. Not asked if she wanted it but an order to tell him if she didn’t. No need to make difficult decisions, just tell him. Then he had kissed her and oooohhh. He was so commanding but gentle. Her longing had made her come from his grip and lips.

Mistress Jes had played the video while she played with Samirs body. Samir gently shook herself. At this rate she would make herself come from the memory. Then she remembered. The one thing her mother had always said her father enjoyed. She reached down and gently cupped her C cups. Mistress always made sure the three of them wore the special soft support braw unless they were wearing special filly and lacy sets for fun time. Dr. Jesika insisted while they couldn’t keep their boobs perfect forever she was going to make sure they had the best sets for as long as possible.

But back to what her mother had always said. Dr Jesika had confirmed it but her matrilineal heritage had left her highly predisposed to hyperlactation. Mistress had insisted she wasn’t to induce unless it was absolutely something she wanted as there was a high likelihood she would escalate to over half a gallon production and find it incredibly difficult to wean herself of. Though Mistress and Akiko both insisted they would enjoy helping her handle it. The thought had been tempting but something had held her back.

Now though. Thinking back to Jackson’s hold on her and the idea of making her body even more productive for him, literally his fountain to use as he pleased. To set into his headboard or kitchen wall to be a toy and drink stand shared by her Master Mistress and their harem.

“Samir, Samir!” She jumped. Dr Jesika was standing at her desk looking at her with amused confusion. “What has you drooling like that princess.” Samir felt herself blush from her hairline to her nipples. Before her still fogged brain could catch up her mouth responded. “Being the harems milk princess.” “The… milk princess?”

Jesika was fighting a laugh, her little princess was dreaming of being Jackson’s hucow? Oh he would be so surprised. “Umm, yes” the little dear was now the color of a tomato. “I just, I’ve always wanted but something never felt right and I just.” “Relax dear, it’s ok. Heavens with what I have planed we will probably all be sporting baby bumps before the years out. If you want to be ready to wet nurse the mothers and kids as well as our man that’s perfect.”

Samir was suddenly overwhelmed with the mental image of being held by Jackson and Jesika while babies with their features suckled at her breast. “Yess” she groaned. “Ok dear ok. Well first thing first, I’ll go review your medical record and have Aki get a little something ready to help get the milk flowing. We’re in luck, I was going to set us all up with the sisters at their gym. I’m going to have Lilly work with you. I want that tight little body of yours ready.” Samir watched as her Mistress sauntered towards her office. She felt warm at how happy she had made Dr. Jesika. She was unaware of the soft happy glow that had warmed Jesikas heart watching her little princess light up.