CELESTE
I stretchand moan when I finally wake up. My moan deepens as my breasts shift across my chest, heavy and sensitive. The rest of my body feels different too: my hips and thighs are even thicker than they were when I fell asleep.
I guess my transformation isn’t totally complete, then.
I gave Sylvus my holo-watch when we activated the contract, since I wouldn’t be needing it anymore, but that means I have no idea how much time has passed. I think at least a full night’s sleep, if not longer.
I can’t remember the last time I slept through a whole night.
When I push upright, I become fully aware of the weight of my breasts, and I stifle a whimper.
Holy shit.
They ache and throb, but in a distinctly pleasant way, and that tingling sensation drips down between my legs.
It feels so fucking good.
I take a few deep breaths, trying to regulate, but the sensations only intensify. Dizziness joins the tingling, and I snuggle back down into the blankets.
Gently, I run my palms over my breasts; my breath shudders as pleasure ripples outwards. My fingers brush my swollen areolas, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan.
I test a nipple with only the softest, lightest touch. A yelp springs from my lungs as electric pleasure zings from that point. When I touch the other, that sensation coils at my core, turning into the pulsing waves of an abrupt orgasm. Milk squirts from me, then runs down the undersides of my breasts, hot and thick.
My moans get louder with every wave as they only leave me needing more.
I lay panting in the basket, unsure of what to do next.
Razul appears from the next room over. He scoops up the basket, and the jostling makes me whimper. He sets me on a higher platform, then gently takes a breast in each hand.
Oh myfuckinggod.
Every touch sends another tingling wave and a visceral moan through me as he palpates my tight, full breasts.
Another surge of milk pours out with every squeeze, even though he’s nowhere near to touching my nipples.
Something cold brushes my skin, and I yelp, but Razul’s firm grip holds my breast in place.
A clean, empty glass bottle rests below each of my nipples, held under the neck by the pincers of Razul’s front legs.
His massaging intensifies, and I whimper as milk pours out faster, flowing into the bottle. I simultaneously long for his fingers to move to my nipples and fear it; even that lightest of touches was so intense.
That warm tingling builds again, pulsing between my legs.
Surely I won’t?—
I didn’t think it was possible to?—
My head tips back, and I cry out as pleasure explodes from my core. With every wave, another pulse of milk pours out, and this time Razul catches it all in the glass bottles.
It all feels so impossibly good.
Razul’s fingers move to my nipples, tugging in time with the lingering waves of my climax—and sending me immediately into another one. He quickly drains half my new volume as I whimper and squirm under his touch.
Razul sets the bottles aside, and at first, I think it’s because I’m done, but then I realize they’re both full.
Before I can understand what that means, Razul’s mouth closes around my nipple.
I shudder and tense, then cry out in time with his gentle suction.
