Milking Time

Hi, it's me, Keira. this is my first cap for the blog. hope you like it.

Jeremy was on a walk home after a long day of work. It was nearly midnight by the time he go onto his own street. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and when he went to rub it, he felt a dart stuck in the skin, when he noticed, he ran home as fast as he could, already getting drowsy as he went, collapsing on his bed when he got inside, falling asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he just felt really off. Looking in the mirror, everything seemed fine. But for some reason, his center of gravity just felt off. Like his chest was weightless, and his back was too heavy for his front. And his gut just felt really uncomfortable. Like it was too thick.

He shrugged it off and went on with his day, feeling drained the whole time. At least during the day, the discomfort he kept feeling started to fade away. Eventually when he was packing up and going home, he felt normal again. Getting home and going to the bathroom, it became very clear why things felt better as the day went on, when Jeremy was surprised by the new form staring back in the mirror.

Everything was so different, but also so natural. Her body didn’t need any training, it had become used to this before it even happened. When she went to touch her chest to see if what she was looking at was real, the sudden pleasure of touching it flooded her mind. It was all she could think about. Groping, squeezing, milking.

She was oblivious when the men came into the apartment and ushered her out to a van and brought her to a secret facility. She eventually woke up in a purple sports bra and black leggings. She didn’t know what happened, or where she was. The only thing on her mind was when milking time was.