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  “Tsk,” he laughed, stroking my pliant flesh up and down. “You're really filling this bucket up. Don't worry, we'll milk you dry, and you'll be fine until next time.”

  Next time... what does he mean?

  My worry flowed away like the liquid from my tits. I was gasping, rocking in place, and finally I slid my hands into my pants and rubbed furiously at my own clit. The pressure built, my core melting as I felt the juices pooling around my thighs where I rested. My clothes were wrecked, but I just wanted to cum.

  Drake tugged and twisted my nipples again, and the orgasm crashed into me. I came hard, shaking and squealing and feeling hot all over.

  “Oh, good girl,” he chuckled, pouring more milk into the bucket. “It's too bad I said I wouldn't fuck you, I bet you'd be a wild ride right now.”

  I want to fuck so bad, though!

  “Please,” I sobbed, my fingers digging deep into my slick tunnel. My muscles hugged my digits tight, but I knew a cock would feel so much better. “Please, Drake, let me fuck you!”

  “I can't, I said I can only train you. That's our contract.”

  Whimpering, I looked into his eyes, seeing a hint at something there. A hunger, a desire of his own, and I wondered if he wanted it as bad as I did. He grinned, manipulating my tits again until I squealed.

  “Then... then train me!” The words came out before I thought about them, my mind too obsessed with passion to care about the implication. He must have been intrigued, because his eyes twinkled with cruel mischief.

  “Oh? You want to adjust our contract? Have me train this body of yours in a different way?”

  “Yes,” I panted, hearing my own cum as I pounded into my wetness. My clit pulsed, still seeming to react to ever tug of my plump breasts. “Yes, anything, train me however, just please fuck me!”

  He smirked, hefting my chest as if balancing it. “You want me to train these breasts of yours to produce milk for me?”

  “Yes,” I growled, arching my back, eyes squeezing shut.

  “You want me to train that hungry cunt of yours, too?”

  “Oh god, yes!” I couldn't take it, the ache inside of me was making it hard to focus.

  Drake gave my tits a rough grab, the warm liquid shooting into the bucket almost violently. “Alright, then. I guess I can fuck you, if I'll be training you in all that.” He let me go, pushing me down onto my back and hooking his arms under my knees.

  I stared up at him, breathing heavy, my face flushed with lust. Easily, he slid his pants down, revealing a cock so perfect and thick, I started to rock my hips to get it near me. Drake was kind, this time, and he slid that fat tip over my slippery pussy, soaking it in my nectar.

  “You think you can let me train you, this time, without complaining so much?”

  “Yes, yes,” I babbled, hands digging into the padded floor.

  “I hope so,” he whispered, his cock head spreading my walls as he pushed inside. Everything in me lit up, my body shaking the deeper he went.

  More, fuck, I want more!

  Drake was happy to oblige, sinking in to the root and plunging my wet walls. “Arch your back,” he commanded, and I did. “Spread your legs,” he hissed, and I obeyed.

  I did everything he said, I would never argue again.

  “You're going to love getting fucked by me, and milked by me,” he growled, his pace rough, wild. “Not that you'll have a choice, you're never going to stop producing milk in these nice new tits of yours. You're stuck, Freya. But don't worry, I'll make sure to ease the pressure, to give you release.”

  What he said, it filled me with a moment of dread. Yet also, there was an erotic quality to it, something my heightened, aroused form found intoxicating. He had done this to me, somehow, and I knew that distantly. But it didn't help to try and understand that now, I had other concerns.

  His hands found my tits, then his lips. Like my dream, he suckled me, fucking me all the while. My own noise was all I heard, gyrating to take him as much as I could. The heat built, easily, fast. I couldn't have held back if I wanted to, but I clearly didn't want to.

  In seconds, my pussy was trembling, hugging his cock and sucking it in deeper. I came with a scream, milk pouring from my nipples, and juice streaming down my inner thighs. Still he fucked me, making me remember everything he did.

  His shaft twitched in me, his own orgasm arriving. With a grunt, he released my breast, cream trickling down my sternum as his own thick seed filled me up inside. Everything felt so hot, so liquid.

  Drake pulled free, eliciting a whimper from me. “Shh,” he laughed. “Relax for now, I'll get you something to drink.”

  Gasping, I stared at the inside of my eyelids, trying to calm down and make sense of all this.

  He returned, and offered me a shake like the ones I had been drinking after our work outs. I saw the bucket of my milk was gone, and blushed at the idea of what I had allowed him to do. What I had begged him to do.

  Finishing my drink, licking my lips, I shot a nervous look at where he stood watching me. “So,” I sighed. “Guess I won't be getting that fitness model gig.” I hefted my breasts for emphasis, knowing I looked too ridiculous for such a photo shoot now.

  “I wouldn't worry about that,” he shrugged, reaching out to take the empty shake container from me. As he did so, something in my brain clicked, and I dropped the cup to the floor.

  “Oh god,” I breathed, watching him with wild eyes. “The shakes. That's how this happened, isn't it?”

  Drake smiled, a slow coil of his lips. Kneeling down, he kissed my cheek, fingers finding my tender nipples, making me coo with his precise manipulation of my body. “Maybe, perhaps I knew what I was doing to you all along. Watching you cum in public, lose control, and pretending I didn't notice any of it.” His teeth flashed. “Does it matter now? Isn't this nice,” he tugged, and I felt my lower belly clench with pleasure. “Isn't this a wonderful thing, to have tits like these?”

  It kind of is, actually...

  Biting my tongue to hold back a moan, I was unsuccessful when he started teasing both breasts. “Don't worry, Freya. I'll make sure to train you right, just like you asked. You won't need that gig, I'll have you help me, and we'll both be just fine. Just like I promised, I've transformed you for the better.”

  My words from the first day slid into my mind. 'Alright, I'll give it everything I've got. I'm ready to change my body.'

  If I could have laughed at my own foreshadowing, I would have. Now, he's going to milk me forever.

  Somehow, the idea didn't scare me. It only made my pussy tingle with desire over what Drake might train me to do. Like I had promised, I would do my best to not complain, and to not be late for our sessions.

  I didn't want to miss any of these new ones.

  THE END

  A Note From the Author

  Thanks for indulging in another story of mine! If you'd like to read some of my other works, I'll recommend;

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  Yes, Chef: Punishment & Patience

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  Yielding to the Rat Clan: Monster Hunter Conquest

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  If you like stories where men are dominated by sexy fox spirits with a bit of a rough streak;

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  Thanks again, and if you enjoyed this book, please leave me a review or email your thoughts at

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  Best,

  --Mandoline Creme