Verification

“You heard that, huh?” Adam frowns.

Catching the details of a whispered conversation is just DC fifteen. Between Divine Providence and a Mythic Surge I get a thirty nine when I'm paying attention, which covers two feet of concrete walls and forty feet of distance, so… “I have really good hearing when I'm paying attention.” And it's only going to get better. “I… can't say you're wrong.”

“At least you know you're hurt…” Adam looks at me for a bit, “...it's an old deal we made. We're both well aware love is blind, and we trust each other's judgement. So whenever either of us gets into something we want to go a bit deeper than a casual fling, we arrange a little group time, and let the other get a read on the woman… which we then share, and take seriously: That's it.” He pauses, “What's that scent you're wearing, by the way?” He licks his lips, “It's heavenly.”

I pull my hoodie a little forward and look down… yep, leaking again. “Spilled milk,” I shake my head, “I need to go figure out the pump.”

“Oh, Adam can help with that,” I raise an eyebrow as Alice smiles at him knowingly, “he's good with electronics… and other things. He comes very well recommended, everyone says he's a big help.”

Wait, her tone… something seems off as Adam speaks up, “I do not mind helping, and I know it didn't come with a manual… sure.” Well, he doesn't seem to see anything off, and knows her better than I do…

…still, something weird is going on, and I don't just mean the label floating over Alice that nobody else seems to have noticed. Slightly confused, I shrug, and lead Adam to the room I'm using. I break out the pump and start putting it together… it goes pretty easily, actually. Flip the switch, the motor whips to life. I put a hand over the cup, and feel the suction. Nodding, I get one of the milk tanks out, put it on, and… nothing?

I frown. The stuff was squeezing out onto my clothing with no provocation, but the tool designed to extract it isn't working whatsoever?

“Huh, weird…” Adam frowns, “...may I?” He starts to reach a hand towards the pump hanging off my chest via suction.

“Yeah, sure…” I shrug, puzzled.

He reaches over a tugs on the lump, the attached baby feeder rising slightly before coming loose with a pop. “Well, it's definitely sucking…” the man in front of me considers. “Maybe it's not centered right?” He reaches to put it back, and his hand brushes the boob before he gets the pump in place.

So of course, the stupid thing fountains and a stream of milk lands right in his mouth like it was aimed. “Oh, that's good…” he pauses, taking a slow, deep breath, “...it's like it wants someone to drink it?” He puts the pump, still active, squarely on the tap, and nothing. He pulls it off, and looks at me, “Ah, may I…” he points at his mouth, “...just to confirm, you understand.”

Based on how your breath is quickening, that's a lie Mr. Detective, but the chest hurts, aching to be emptied, so… “please do.”

He puts his lips on the spot, and I instantly feel relieved as a flood of warm liquid rushes out of the body. He gulps greedily, as the sensation makes my knees go weak (good thing I'm already sitting down), then pulls back, “So… I don't entirely believe it myself, but… your body doesn't seem to respond to artificial stimulation. Umm…” he licks his lips, his eyes not leaving that tap.

“They need to be drained, so please do…” I start exposing the other three orbs.

Which is apparently all the encouragement he needs. And OH does it feel good when he gets serious about the drinking. We're doing exactly what this body wants, and it floods me with pleasure for compliance. It builds, and builds, and builds as he sucks, and sucks,and sucks, gulping down great mouthfuls of milk from those mammaries. This body is shuddering and some whore is screaming before he's done with the first.

And then Alice walks in the open door… she is smiling, but seems… slightly confused? She certainly doesn't stop us, and I'm not in good shape to analyze what's going on. “Here, let me help you with that…” she speaks in a bubbly tone as she walks over and starts stripping Adam.

This is just surreal… I watch and listen to a woman moaning as she helps him out of his shirt (exposing a hairy, muscular chest that looks downright chiseled), pulling off his shoes, then his socks, and pants… his legs are no less hairy and muscled than the rest of him… and he's all tanned, so I guess he spends a lot of time at the…

My thoughts break up for a bit as the body shakes and quivers… I really need to find the whore and get her to stop screaming, but I guess the soundtrack fits… and then he moves on to milk tanks number two. I notice Alice got his underwear off while this body had my mind off on cloud O, and wow he's big. That thing is as long as this body's forearm and about as big around… not that the limbs on this form are very big. But still… and it's at full mast. Umm… I cast a quick Block The Seed spell - I do NOT want to deal with any babies - as the body's legs spread automatically, which he takes as an invitation, sliding his meat member into the baby bakery this body came with. Then the body really starts with the pleasure factory.

Given just how big the orbs are, Adam has no trouble keeping one of the taps in his mouth as he pounds away at that lower hole with deep, fast thrusts that make the entire body jiggle every time his hips slap against the butt… and that whore keeps moaning and screaming. I can't bother myself with that too much right now, though, as this stupid body is too sensitive, going off and flooding my brain with endorphins without letting up. I go off over, and over, and over again…

…and eventually, it's over, and the tanks are empty. I sit up to look around, now that I can process…