Tit for Tat

I swipe for my phone, quickly grabbing it from where Maddy left it lying on the table, almost spilling the tea in the process before I set it down. I frantically tap and swipe at the screen to see what enhancements Maddy chose.

Milk Factory:

Awareness: Off

Produce: Breast Milk, Lattes

Pleasurable Production: On/Off

Production Rate: 1 Gallons Per Minute.

Production Method: Pinch Nipple

Production Limit Per Day: 10 Gallon

Enhancement 1: Tasty

Enhancement 2: Healthy

I stare at the screen, eyes fixed on the two enhancements as Maddy begins cackling in laughter. I look up to see her full-on belly laughing, arms clutching her stomach as she floats in the air, kicking her legs, fully enjoying the moment.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! You should have seen your silly mortal face! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You really thought you were going to expire! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She manages to say through her tearful fits of laughter.

I narrow my eyes at her again. Slowly picking the drink back up and taking a loud slurp of my own. It’s still delicious.

“Yeah yeah. Har de har. Very funny. Thanks for not killing me I guess.” I say, half annoyed at her antics, half amused by how much enjoyment she got out of it.

“Hahahaha, are all mortals as dense as you? Hehehehe. You can’t get us food if you’re dead you silly boy.” She responds, still amused by me.

“Well excuse me for being paranoid about the literal demon with access to a **** weapon!” I retort.

“Oh descend your excessive altitude hoofed quadruped! We succubae have never ceased a mortal’s functionality, nor will we ever. That’d just be wasteful and counterproductive. The poison, at most, gives the consumer a belly ache, excessively loud tummy rumblies, and thoughts of being lactose intolerant. Sever cases may be **** to make a quick escape to a porcelain throne.” She says, slowly lowering back into her seat.

“…… Now that’s just cruel.”

“Not untrue, but it is also amusing. Which I have determined to be more important.”

“… You sure you’re not part pixie or something? You’re mischievous enough to be one.”

“Oh dear sweet, innocent, naïve, Tyler. Never change.” Maddy says with a huge grin.

“… I’m not sure whether to take that as a yes or a no… I’m also not sure which answer I’d prefer.” I say. Earning another mirthful giggle from Maddy.

“I deem you sufficiently informed of all things app related at this time juncture! I must now depart! Other important, not babysitting you, things require my genius! FAREWELL!!” Maddy says abruptly as she stands to her full, if modest, height. Striking a pose as she does so.

“By the way the animation glitched out!” I say as quick as I can.

“Wait what?” Maddy responds, caught off-guard a moment before her smoke bomb goes off. I hear her swear under her breath and barely manage to see her silhouette in the smoke scramble to regain her composure and get away. She does, but not before kicking a chair accidentally and cussing again from pain. The ting ting of the front doorbell sounding as she exits.

I laugh to myself as I take another sip of tea. Tyler 1, Maddy… 3 at this point? Dangit. I need to step up my game. I still don’t understand why she doesn’t just teleport when she leaves. I assume that’s how she got here. I don’t know. She’s still fun though. Attempted **** prank aside. A part of me does feel kind of bad I assumed she meant me harm… Crap, does that make me racist? She’s a literal demon though! Humanity as a whole has been tailored to be mistrusting and hateful towards them. Mostly by religious fanatics and folklore, but still… I think this only further proves humanity being racist… I did not buy a ticket for a thought train this deep today. I need a break, this past hour has been an emotional rollercoaster. Once the smoke finally clears, I go back to my phone. Unsurprisingly, there’s an achievement notification.

Achievement Unlocked !

Potentialometer: Unlock a Custom Girl’s Hidden Potential. 30 gem reward.

Jeez! That’s a lot of gems from a single achievement! I guess it makes sense though, the hidden potential is a one and done kind of thing for each Custom Girl. That bumps me up to 97 gems. Which is good, I have plans that require a lot of investment. I’m distracted from my planning by another notification popping up on Melina’s profile.

A Custom Girl feature has been updated!

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What the hell? That’s a new glitch. I exit out of the pop-up by pressing the only available button that’s also nothing but a string of nonsense like someone went ham on the number row of a keyboard while holding shift. Doing so opens one of Melina’s features, “On the Menu” to be specific. It only takes me a moment to spot what’s new, seeing how it’s highlighted with shiny asterisks to make it stand out. Unlocking her hidden potential also unlocked Suck Nipples and changed it to Breast Feed, the default price for it being $25 apparently. That’s cool, Maddy really wasn’t exaggerating when she called the Hidden Potentials’ powerful. I wonder what they are for the others? How do I even unlock them for the other Custom Girls? I could’ve asked Maddy while she was here, but I doubt that would have been productive. I feel like I got lucky with Melina, but there’s no way to know for sure. One data point does not make good statistics!

No use berating myself with questions I can’t answer though. Better to at least attempt at being productive. In that endeavor, I move on to enacting the plan I planned before I got distracted. First things first though, I get Melina’s attention to settle up my bill. It takes her a few moments to get over to me, someone tipped her enough for a grope of her backside buns. I take that time to change her production back to standard breast milk. When she finally does get to me, I tip her $30, I’m going to go broke at this rate, and ask in my most confident voice yet,

“Is uuuhhhh… This enough for some… Fresh uhh… Milk?”

I swear one of these days I won’t have to lie about sounding totally cool and suave.

She barely glances at the receipt before doing a cute combination of a blush and a smirk. Both subtle, but still noticeable. Without saying a word, she walks closer to me, her eyes straining to stay locked with mine, a somehow present embarrassment she’s never shown from these commands begging her to look away, but a surprising level of excitement forcing them to stay on target. Stopping directly next to me, she unties to top of her apron, letting it drop down to join the bottom half around her waist. I continue to stare, wide eyed and dumbfounded, you’d think I would have gotten a little more used to these things by now, but current evidence proves otherwise. She appears to take my befuddled face as encouragement, her hands slink down to the hem of her shirt and grab it. Slowly, her hands lift, exposing the beautifully smooth bronze skin of her abdomen. Nowhere near the muscle toned abs that Sam’s rocking, but equally enamoring in her inherent gentleness that would make anyone beg to caress. Merely the thought of contact spreading a warmth through my cheeks and… Nether region… But she doesn’t stop, continuing to lift up, her hands shift slightly to grab the edge of her bra. Her chest rising with her efforts, the under boob showing proudly as she raises her arms higher and higher still at her sensually slow pace. Despite how magically enhanced and naturally amazing her assets are, they are still beholden to the laws of gravity. Once they reach their apex, they finally succumb, tumbling free of their cloth confines and bouncing merrily not even a foot from my eyes. Her dark brown nipples and large areola shooting straight out at me, begging for love and attention. It barely registers in my mind that her breasts hold themselves a little differently than before. Them being full to bursting with milk must be forcing them to jut outward instead of down as they did before. Not that I’m complaining.

She holds herself there, arms up and holding her clothes away, her blush seeming to intensify slightly but her gaze never leaving me. I gulp as I kick my brain into gear again and remember what I’m here for. I reach forward, gently grabbing her left breast, and lean into it. I plant a soft kiss on her nipple, making Melina jump slightly at the contact, before taking it into my mouth. Her texture is a weird yet wonderful combination of bumpy and smooth, a feint salty taste meeting my tongue, from a thin coating of sweat I assume. But that only lasts a moment as I begin an experimental suck, causing a stream of sweet and creamy milk to come pouring out into my mouth. Melina stifles a moan from the action, gently pushing herself into me unconsciously, but makes no move or noise beyond that.

I continue my feeding, sucking in large mouthfuls of her life-giving liquid at a time, a single tear running down my face from the delicious joy I’m experiencing. Every gulp I take sending a satisfying warmth into my stomach, only to slowly spread through my whole body. Minor aches from the run earlier stifle, my head wound lessens its throbbing, and I’m slowly filled with a wonderful feeling of pure satisfaction. For her part, Melina does her best to maintain her composure, but a few horny gasps and shakes manage to make it through her defenses. I imagine the attention of others in the café is caught from our actions, whispers between them about the spectacle they’re witnessing, maybe even plans of purchasing this service as well. But I can’t say if any of that is actually happening, everything beyond Melina and her milk might as well be on a completely different plane of existence for how much I notice.

But far too soon than I wish, my stomach alerts me to being full, forcing me to let go. I do, reluctantly, giving another soft kiss as I detach. Both of us are breathing heavily, and I notice a feint musk coming from Melina. I look up and see her eyes are mostly closed and fluttering from obvious pleasure, her mouth slightly agape as her erratic breaths go in and out. It takes her a moment to realize I let go and compose herself, lowering her shirt in the process. She gives me a genuine smile and says in a soft and sort of sleepy tone,

“Thanks again for stopping byy~. Hope to see you again sooon~.”

Somewhat milk drunk, I only nod in response before she turns and walks back to the counter. I rise from my seat, despite my thoughts being muddled, my body appears as solid as ever. I walk to the exit, giving a brief glance back to see Melina talking to her manager again before I finally leave.

I walk through the front door, almost in a daze or riding a high. The taste of her still lingering in my mouth. Sweet, and heavy, but not unpleasantly so. Just enough to feel satisfied with a hint of drowsy, without bordering into uncomfortable fullness. I lean against the outside wall of the café, letting these pleasant feelings percolate and run their course. A couple passerby’s give me a glance, probably due to the big bandage on my forehead and the stupid grin on my face, but I don’t care. I feel too good right now to worry about that. The world is just too beautiful to get all wrapped up in the little worries, you know? Sure, things may not be great in some ways, but that’s ok. I really wish I could share this feeling of bliss with the world.

I look to my side without even thinking about it and notice one of the flyers Melina mentioned about the county fair. I stare at it for a few moments before my happily sluggish brain realizes what I’m looking at. Didn’t Melina say the café was gonna have a stall for that? I should definitely stop by. I bet Sam would have a lot of fun there too…

Sam…

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Should I… Should I ask her if she wants to go? I don’t really have any friends in the area, all of them having moved back to their respective homes after college, and I hate going to events by myself. I always feel awkward.

But Sam’s still in college, I bet she has lots of friends that have already asked her to go.

But it’s summer, school’s out right now. Maybe all her friends are away, leaving her in the same predicament as me?

But she works at that hip new gym, some hot, buff coworker or patron has probably asked her by now.

But what if no one has?

She wouldn’t want to hang out with me anyway, sure the app would probably make her agree, but that’s not the same.

But what if she would want too?

Let’s say hypothetically she does, would that make it a date?

She’d probably just assume it’s two friends hanging out.

But what if she didn’t?

She probably…

But She…

I…

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You know what? Screw it! I’m going to ask her! I refuse to make the same mistake again! My skull can only take so much punishment, after all. I’ll ask her tonight after she gets off from work! Yeah! Nothing is going to get in my way! When is the fair, anyway?

I look back to the flyer. It’s the 18th, only two days away. How’d I not hear about it sooner? Oh well, less time to wait! Now all I need to do is… Wait… the 18th is this Saturday…

I work on Saturday…

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I start sprinting towards the convenience store.