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“Okay, just… run that by me again, from the fucking top.” Michiko was at her wit’s end. The morning had been an absolute disaster so far; she had been woken up early, on her day off, by the loud construction work outside, had discovered that they were out of her favourite cereal, she had managed to spill her coffee before she had the pleasure of drinking it, and then she received a fucking letter informing her she had been selected for jury duty.
To top it all off, Momomori Momo decided to stop by, intruding without notice, with a problem so stupid that it had momentarily made Michiko’s brain give up. The busty high school girl removed her shirt abruptly, revealing her breasts, which were larger than normal, and the nipples were leaking milk.
Momo sniffed, massaging her own breasts as she repeated herself. “I tried a drug I ordered online that induces lactation, and now I can’t stop, and it hurts so much!”
Michiko, red as a tomato, grumbled as she rubbed her temples. She was really not in the mood for this. “Why… Why?” she asked, feeling that that one word was sufficient. Just… why?
“Well, I thought it might be fun,” Momo admitted. She squeezed her breasts, moaning as more milk spurted out. “But I had no idea it would be so powerful!”
“Don’t do that here!” Michiko scolded, getting up to wipe up the mess on the floor.
“But it’s so painful! I have to let it out or I feel like I’m gonna burst!”
“And whose fault is that?” Randa asked, a look of disgust on her face as she watched Momo fondle her own breasts. “Just go home and get your maids to milk you or something.”
“I can’t do that! It would be sexual harassment!”
“You have them walk around naked,” Randa deadpanned.
“That is in their contract. Touching is not.” Momo pinched her own nipples, shuddering as more milk dripped out. “Please! You two are the only ones I can turn to!”
“And what exactly are we supposed to do?” Michiko asked as she stood. The scent of fresh milk reached her nose, and she found herself fixated on the leaking jugs jiggling in front of her. Suddenly, she felt hungry. No, thirsty? Both? Whatever it was, for whatever reason, that milk sure looked and smelled appetizing. “… Fine. Only because you are my underling, and I’m feeling generous.”
“Ehhh? You sure?” Randa asked. “We could just kick her out and let her handle it herself.”
Michiko flipped her hair dramatically. “It’s… really no problem. I’ll just uh…” Michiko started second-guessing herself as she stepped closer, reaching out to hold Momo’s breast in her hands. As much as Momo sometimes – often – annoyed Michiko, there was no denying that she had a nice rack. Nicer than even her own, which sometimes pissed her off. “Right, let’s just get this over with…”
“What are you-” Momo began to ask. Both she and Randa were startled when Michiko’s mouth suddenly latched onto her nipple, and Michiko started suckling out Momo’s milk. “Oh! Ohhhhhhh!”
Michiko inhaled sharply through her nose as her mouth was flooded with milk. At first, she wasn’t sure how it tasted, but after swallowing a few spurts, she found that it was actually really good. More than that, it was comforting. Michiko pressed further into the boob and suckled more, moaning around Momo’s nipple as she drank eagerly.
Momo shuddered and gasped as Michiko nursed off of her, her hand drifting to Michiko’s head unconsciously, but as she stroked, Michiko only seemed to respond positively, letting out a needy whimper as she suckled more aggressively. “H-Heh, Michiko-sama, you must have been feeling hungry today, huh?”
Michiko must have realised what she was doing, because she slowed down her nursing – not stopping completely, though – and controlled her sounds. “I-I’m just helping you… Is it working?”
“Yes, it is,” Momo said, scratching behind Michiko’s ear. “But, you’re only focussing on one of my breasts. The other is still in a lot of pain.”
“Don’t do that,” Michiko grumbled, and then she switched over to the other breast.
“Ahhhh, that’s better…” Momo chuckled, moving her fingers down to scratch under Michiko’s chin. “Good girl,” she whispered. “I have lots, so be sure to get your fill~.”
Randa bit her lip and gripped her arm as she watched, glaring daggers at Momo’s face. She wanted to put a stop to this, but she could tell that Michiko was – for some reason! – enjoying this, so she held herself back.
Momo’s hand moved to the back of Michiko’s head, pushing her down further, and when she felt Michiko suckling more firmly, she stroked Michiko’s hair, encouraging and praising her. “I’m feeling much better already,” Momo said. “But you can keep going if you like. I have plenty of milkies for you.” Momo chuckled as Michiko switched back to the other breast, her eyes closed. “Poor thing. Being an adult is so tiring, isn’t it?”
Michiko nodded, her mind completely clouded as she focussed only on the comforting feeling of Momo’s huge breasts, and relishing in the creamy goodness pouring down her throat.
“Awww. Forget all of that then, just drink as much as you like until you feel better,” Momo said, continuing to stroke Michiko’s hair and lightly scratching her scalp. “You work so hard, and do so much for us. You deserve a moment to just let go.”
Michiko moaned loudly, no longer registering the words leaving Momo’s mouth. ‘I bet I look so pathetic right now,’ Michiko thought. ‘I feel so small. Like I’m in my Shion form, or maybe even smaller. But I… don’t care.’ Michiko switched back to the other breast. ‘I hate work. I hate paying bills. I hate having responsibilities! I just want all that crap to go away! I want to just… be held and comforted. N-No, I want to be pampered! Is that too damn much to ask?!’
Randa walked over to Momo, completely entranced by the vulnerable expression on Michiko’s face as Momo continued to praise her. She leaned closer to Momo, and whispered, “Give me the rest of that drug you’ve got, and I won’t kill you for this.”
Momo felt a cold chill down her spine and nodded. “S-Sure. I had no intention of taking any more of it, anyway.”
After several minutes more, Michiko finally pulled back, her face turning crimson as she sobered up and realised what she had been doing. “T-There! I hope you’re feeling better now after all that!”
Momo nodded, squeezing her breasts to confirm that they were now empty. “Much better! Thank you, Michiko-sama!” She giggled. “You uh, have a little something…” She gestured to her own lips.
Michiko wiped away the remnants of Momo’s milk with her sleeve. “Next time, you’ll have to deal with it yourself! God, that was disgusting…” Michiko turned and stomped away, grumbling, though try as she might to look angry, both Momo and Randa could see that Michiko’s aura was sparkling, and that she was moving with a lot more energy than before.
Momo stretched her arms over her head. “Well then, I suppose I’ll-” She felt a hand hovering over her throat and froze.
“You’ll be heading home right away,” Randa whispered, “And bringing me every last bit of that drug you took. Yes?”
“Y-Yes. Quite.”
Two days later, Michiko returned late from her job, having suddenly been asked to cover a colleague who had called in sick. On the way back, she had stepped into a puddle, so her foot was soaking wet, and she had to take a detour, due to Tres Magia’s fight earlier that day rendering her usual route home inaccessible, which made her trip take almost twice as long. It was a cold night, so she was freezing, and when she checked her mailbox, she found a stack of letters waiting for her.
“I’m back,” Michiko groaned as she entered Randa’s apartment.
“W-Welcome back,” Randa said, standing behind the corner wall of the living room. “Um… h-how are you feeling, Micchan?”
“Exhausted,” Michiko answered. “And pissed.” She leaned down to remove her shoes, and her back suddenly ached. She struggled a bit to get them off, growling as she finally decided to just force the damn things off her feet and throw them aside! After sighing and taking a moment to put her shoes away properly, Michiko made her way into the apartment proper.
“O-Oh. Well, i-i-if you want to relax, um…” Randa stepped out, revealing her topless figure, taking Michiko by surprise. But what surprised Michiko more, was that Randa’s breasts seemed to have grown, and they were lactating…
“Y-You didn’t!”
Randa simply laughed, nervously fidgeting her fingers. “M-Momo was right; this hurts like hell.”
Michiko hurried over, grabbing Randa’s shoulders. “Why would you do something like that?!”
“If… If you want, you can… have your fill…” Randa was panting as she cupped her breasts, staring pleadingly into Michiko’s eyes. “M-M-My milk is here for you… You can take a load off, and just… let me care for you…”
Michiko swallowed nervously, drooling a little as she looked down at Randa’s leaking breasts. “… I… can’t very well leave you like this, I suppose…”
Randa reached a hand up and gently guided Michiko’s head down to her chest. After stroking her hair a little, Michiko’s mouth opened, and willingly latched onto Randa’s breast. “Ah! T-That’s it, don’t worry about… any of this.” Randa took the letters from Michiko’s hand and threw them behind herself, and then she wrapped both arms around Michiko’s head. “Y-Y-You’re a good girl, and I’m here to sp-spoil you… Eh-heh-heh…”
Michiko dropped to her knees and embraced Randa, clinging to her as she suckled needily. Randa’s milk somehow tasted even sweeter than Momo’s, and Randa’s hands through her hair seemed to make all of the day’s stress fly away.
“Good girl. Micchan’s a good girl…”
Michiko pulled back a bit to breathe. “Thank you… Mama…” Her eyes snapped open. “I said Randa! Thank you Randa!” She latched immediately onto Randa’s other breast, hiding her face.
Randa heaved as she replayed Michiko’s words in her mind, her pussy throbbing for attention every time she heard Michiko call her ‘Mama’. The stimulation was too much, and Randa fell to her knees, unable to continue standing.
Michiko found it awkward to continue nursing in this position, so she guided Randa onto her back and lay on top of her. The hard floor bothered neither of them as Michiko continued to nurse, and Randa continued to pamper and praise her baby girl, cumming several times in the process.