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A slight squeeze of Meursault’s plump breast made sweet milk dribble out of the nipple. His chest, so painfully plump, was ready to be milked. The tension and pressure of the sheer amount of milk contained in him made Meursault dizzy. He needed to be milked.
His nipples perked out from his shirt. Lactate dribbled and made blotches on his white dress shirt. The smell enticed Gregor, who happened to be passing by. His mouth began to salivate at the smell of untainted milk. He took on a more bestial form, his instincts overtaking reason. Claws grew and replaced his arms, to forcefully hold the lactating person if need be. Though, for Meursault who was in pain from his overproduction of milk, that shouldn’t be a problem.
Gregor cautiously followed the milky scent. His wings twitched in anticipation. Milk, especially from a strong specimen such as Meursault, could provide enough nutrition for Gregor for days. His mouth salivated so much, it dribbled out and down his chin. The sight of Meursault in an inconspicuous alleyway, breasts bulging and pressed tightly against his shirt, made his pupils dilate.
Meursault leaned against the wall, rubbing his chest to try to alleviate the pain. He noticed a hunched and buggy looking man with bandages over his eye drooling and twitching. A wave of relief washed over Meursault. Typically, these bugpeople wandered around, hunting humans and keeping in the shadows. But sometimes, they are attracted by the smell of breast milk, and are a good way to alleviate chest pain. Milking devices are expensive. Manually squeezing out milk with one’s hands never worked as well as it should, and was wasteful. So a good (and free) way to get rid of milk was to have one of the bugpeople latch on. They typically wander away afterwards in a milky stupor, unless they decide they want to breed with you. Though that was uncommon.
Wordlessly, Meursault unbuttoned his shirt. Gregor’s antennae rubbed and inspected the bare chest. His antennae told him that the chest was full of milk, and ready to be drunk. Grabbing Meursault with his claws, Gregor stuck his tongue out and latched onto Meursault. He began to suck. Sweet lactate washed over the starving Gregor’s tongue, and washed down his parched throat. He felt the delicious liquid flow down to his stomach.
Meursault groaned, almost pleasurably, at the easing pressure. The bugman was surprisingly gentle. Most of the bugs were so rough, resorting to biting and twisting to try to extract more milk. Nipple lacerations by the mouths of bugpeople not only caused illness, but caused milk production to stop completely. However, this bugman seemed to be savoring and loving the milk. This opportunity to feed on such a large and full boob probably came extremely rarely for him.
Sucking noises emitted from Gregor’s mouth. His wings began to flutter slightly. His antennae drooped from relaxation. Though for Meursault, he was sucking a bit too slowly. He put his hand on the bugman’s scraggly brown hair and pressed him more into his boob. Gregor began to bob his head slowly, extracting more milk that way. Meursault closed his eyes.
Gregor moved to the next boob after the first was completely sucked. This too relieved the pain from Meursault’s chest. He almost fell asleep standing from how good it felt. Small sucking noises and the occasional sound of rubbing wings relaxed Meursault. His maternal instincts, despite having no babe, bounced around his brain. He felt truly at ease.
Finally, the pressure from his chest was completely gone. Gregor detached, a trail of spit dissolving as he pulled away. Meursault’s nipples felt sore from the sucking, but the pain of needing to be milked was completely gone. Any remaining milk dribbled down from his nipple, and was promptly licked away by Gregor. When there was no more milk to be had, Gregor licked his lips, and began wandering away to nap. Meursault wiped his nipples off with his handkerchief, and buttoned up his shirt, and left the alleyway.