Johnny couldn't believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes and reopened them. He wasn't dreaming. This was all true. He couldn't have been wrong, he had been drinking that thing alone for way too long, he knew exactly the taste. This was... proposterous. Giorgia was staring at him in terror. Even more of a proof of what his intuition was suggesting him. He removed his head from the grasp of her breast, turning his face the other way around.
"Giorgia." His tone was calm, but yet angry. "What is the meaning of this?" For the first time in a very long time, it was her to be speechless, and for the very first time in a very long time it was HIM to be in control. "I want answers. NOW." "I...I can't. You just have to trust me." "NOW." "You don't under-" "Oh I do understand. I understand perfectly. You took advantage of my situation. You have been feeding me your own breastmilk. I want to know WHY." he said raising his voice. She didn't know what to say. It was visible.
For about 3 seconds, at least. Then she regained her composure. "Well. Yes. I did. And the reason should be obvious. For you to be well again. As the doctor said, you needed to add calcium to your diet. My body produces a special type of milk that contains a strongly higher concentration of that." "Bullsh-" She gave him a soft slap on the butt. "LANGUAGE." now she was pissed. Again, the small amount of domination of the situation he has briefly had was gone. It was once again her to be in charge. "Sorry. What I wanted to say is, how could you possibly know that!? Why would you have your breastmilk tested!? Why do you produce it in the first place!? " "I know that. That's all you need to know." "Why!? You could have just said it to me and-" "And you would have protested. The reason why I cannot tell you is the same as always. I have to make sure you will never be hurt again."
As he turned to talk to her, he noticed the flow of floyd had never ceased dripping. It made sense, but at the same time it didn't. The fridge was always filled with gallons and gallons of milk, if all of that was hers, it meant she produced multiple litres of it everyday, almost as much as a dairy cattle, which once again was insane, but so was everything else about this woman. Who was her!? Why was she odd? Why was she acting so secretively? There was too much about this whole story that didn't add up.
"I really fail to understand how that would-" "It would. I told you. You have to trust me. That's all. Now, since my little secret is compromise, there is no read hide anything anymore in regards." She removed her shirt, an incredible splash of milk invested Johnny, covering up major part of his body. "Giorgia what ar-" "Ssssh, baby... it's time for your meal..." she forced his mouth into her nipple. He wanted to get out, but her strenght was too much to beat. Also... the warmth sensation of her breast filling his mouth, the milk flow tingling his tongue. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked it. He closed his eyes and started to suckle.
Noticing her victory, her voice beame soothing, and rather than pushing his head, she started caressing it. "You see... it's kinda like your fault, you know? When I first came to your office, all I wanted to have was a normal life for once. To grow a career, maybe finding a decent man... but then I saw you. As soon as I saw how small you were something changed inside of me. I wanted to help you. I knew you needed my help. And you did, baby Johnny, you did! You were so clumsy, so distracted, so beautifully goofy... you were basically calling for me to take care of you... this isn't the first time you are suckling my boobs, you know? When we slept together on Christmas I guided your mouth to my nipple and you started drinking milk as if your life depended on it. It was the most magical moment I have ever had until that point... then the injury happened. You cannot imagine how much guilt I felt... but that turned out into a positive dependency... one that made my hormones grow my body even more... I have always thought they put a curse on me with this, but now I have to thank them... they created something MADE for thanking care of you."
Johnny was barely listening to anything she was saying... her whispering was too relaxing and was making him drowsy... wait, they?
Stories of Age/Time Transformation