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"Gosh, Chi-Chi, you told me your belly was gonna get big, but you didn't tell me your boobies would, too."
"My what?" Chi-Chi squawks, nearly flinging the wooden spoon she had been using to taste test dinner in the air.
She is in the process of preparing several different curries, ranging from sweet to fiery hot with spice.
"Your jugs? Uh, melons? Tatas? These things." Goku lifts cupped hands up over his own chest. "Master Roshi had a bunch of words for 'em. Are they supposed to get big like that?"
Chi-Chi forces her clenched jaw to relax. It's not her Goku's fault he learned from that vulgar buffoon.
"Breasts, Goku. My breasts. And yes, they are. They've gotta make milk for the baby." She gives her belly an affectionate stroke and is reassured when the fetus inside turns over in response to her touch.
"Ohhh." Goku brings a fist down onto his open palm. "I get it. Just like a baby animal needs milk."
Not the comparison she would have made, but not inaccurate. "That's right."
"Like a cow or a goat or sheep or—"
"Yes, Goku. Like those,” she says testily. “But I ain’t an animal.”
“‘Course not. I think I woulda realized by now if you were.”
A few days later, her breasts start to leak. She wakes up with her pajamas and the sheets damp around her chest. Goku wakes up as she's attempting to subtly extricate herself from the bed. Any hopes that he won't notice are dashed when his nose starts twitching and he lifts up the sheet to examine it. Chi-Chi flees to the shower as quickly as she can (which is not all that quick with her swollen feet and the way she waddles thanks to her belly). Her breasts ache further with every bouncing step. After washing off, padding her bra with tissues is the best she can do to keep the milk from seeping through her dress for now.
She dares to hope Goku will shrug the incident off like he does with so many things, but he just can't leave well enough alone. As she's preparing breakfast a short time later, he walks right up to her, ignoring the food for once in favor of staring at her chest.
Goku's nose twitches again and his brows furrow. "You smell different. Different...er. You've smelled different ever since the baby started growin' in you but now it's not the same as it was then, either."
Sniff, sniff. He leans into her space in a way that would have made her blush and giggle as a little girl but in her current state has her mostly wanting to bop him on the head with a pan. She tries to focus on making sure not to put too much sugar in the tamagoyaki mixture despite him distracting her. Between his bottomless stomach and her own growing appetite thanks to her pregnancy, she has to use up well over a dozen eggs along with no small amount of sugar, salt, water, and soy sauce. The measurements are difficult to keep straight with Goku inches away.
“It’s your breasts, Chi-Chi. Why do they smell all sweet?” He reaches for her chest in that curious and impulsive way of his, determined to solve the mystery.
She leans away from him, cutting a pair of chopsticks through the bowl full of ingredients. “Needles, Goku.”
At the sound of their safe word, he springs back, eyebrows raised.
“Wha—? What’s wrong? I wasn’t tryna do sex stuff.”
“I know.” She pours a thin layer of the mixture into the pan she had prepared. “Figured it’d be the quickest way to tell ya I don’t want you touchin’ ’em right now.”
“Touchin’ what? Your tits?"
“Breasts, Goku.”
“Yeah. Those."
She watches the egg mix start to bubble, partly to be sure it doesn't burn and partly because she doesn't want to look at him. "Remember me tellin' you about how they'd make milk for the baby? Well... they're doin' that now."
"Ohhh. That's weird, since the baby's still in your tummy and all."
She rolls the first omelette and holds it out in her chopsticks, whole and piping hot, to Goku. He snatches it and gobbles it up. His "taste testing" is nowhere near proper etiquette but she loves hearing his noises of satisfaction when she lets him have a sample of what's to come.
Chi-Chi frowns as she re-oils the pan and pours more egg mixture in. He's right. It isn't anywhere near time for the baby to be born yet. She didn't anticipate her body being so ahead of things when it came to producing milk for them.
"It's gonna end up wasted," she murmurs.
Ever-practical, Chi-Chi hates the idea of throwing away perfectly good food. Even if that food is her own breast milk.
"Not to mention that bein' so full to the point of leakin' like this hurts." She rolls her shoulders.
Goku says bluntly, "I could drink it."
She gapes at him and flushes scarlet.
"I'm kinda curious. Smells nice." He looks at her breasts the same way he tends to look at her meals. "Bet it'll be tasty."
Chi-Chi swallows. He had said much the same thing the first time he buried his face between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together. Goku's eyes flick down and he licks his lips.
"We can do it right now if you wanna," he says, eagerness coloring his already poor judgement. "You can keep on cookin' and I'll—"
Chi-Chi's face turns a darker shade of red. "We are not doin' it right now! Or ever, even! I didn't agree to it."
"Huh? You want to, though. I can smell how excited you're gettin' just thinkin' about it."
"Goku!"
"Yeah?"
"Remember when I told you there're times where it's better just to sit down and shut up?"
"Uh-huh?"
"This is one'a those times!" She points. "Outta the kitchen!"
Sufficiently cowed, he backs away to sit at the dining room table. She burns the next omelette, but the rest of them turn out all right. Goku eats even faster than usual in his haste to get to... drinking.
"Yeah, they look different, all right," he comments when she strips off her top layers to reveal her leaking breasts.
Indeed, her areolas seem to have grown in size since she last took the time to notice them. That change seems positively subtle compared to the engorgement of her chest overall. Each pale breast is full and round like ripe, juicy fruit.
Chi-Chi sighs as she lays down on the bed, feeling pinned by the weight of her own belly and bosom. Goku, still fully clothed, settles himself on his hands and knees over her torso. She swallows as she peers at him, shy. She insisted on moving back into their bedroom because it felt improper to do anywhere else, but now she wishes that they didn't. There's a charged sort of energy here during the daytime, one that isn't as present when they're trying to sleep (though there have been plenty of nights where they kept each other up).
"Be gentle," she cautions as he reaches for her. "They're sensitive."
"Gentle. Gotcha."
His big hands have more than a little of her spilling over the sides when he cups them. The subtle scrape of his callouses seems amplified with how raw her nerves are.
"And be careful of the baby, too."
He sets his chin on top of her gravid belly, peering up at her from between her breasts. "Don'tcha trust me, Chi-Chi?"
She runs her fingers through his wild hair. "'Course I do. But I also know you."
"Mean." He sticks his tongue out at her.
Before she can scold him, Goku closes his mouth around the tip of a swollen breast. One of his hands winds up wedged between the bottom of the fatty gland and her heavily pregnant belly. He cups the tit he has entrapped in his mouth and gives it a squeeze. She shivers a little as he starts to work at her, tugging and squishing her chest. With softness she didn't think him capable of, he coaxes a trickle of milk from her. Eventually it escalates to the point that it's all but squirting out.
Chi-Chi covers her face with one hand and sinks the other into Goku's hair. The sensation of being nursed from is not what she expected. Part of that has to do with it being Goku and not their baby, of course, but it also has to do with the tickle of his spiky hair against her neck and shoulders. The sharp quality to his teeth. His big, rough hand on the tender, smooth flesh of her breast.
He lets go with an wet pop, licks his lips, and declares, "Yummy."
"You're just sayin' that." She preens a little nonetheless.
"No, I'm not.”
He crawls forward and kisses her to prove it; slides his tongue into her mouth. Sure enough, there's an unexpected sweetness there, almost sugary.
“See?” He asks, triumphant.
She shakes her head, mortified, but smiles. Goku eases back, laps at her nipple, then latches on again. He manages to get her to produce a steady flow after some time. Her other nipple begins to ooze pearls of milk in tandem with the first. He pinches at it with his forefinger and thumb, forcing more out. He manages to get the stream heavy enough to the point she's worried it will overflow. She should know better. He doesn't waste a single drop, switching from suckling one to the other.
His teeth get too involved at one point, sinking into her already-tender flesh. It brings to mind the time he got a bit too wild on their wedding night, all but tackling her to the bed and biting her neck, breasts, tummy, and thighs. The light of the full moon shining in through the window highlighted the wild look in his eyes. Improper. Bestial. But arousing. Yes, arousing most of all. Chi-Chi was sopping wet as he ravished her and she only lectured him about his behavior after the fact.
Now, as then, heat pulses through her at the beginnings of rough treatment, of having her husband reduced to even more of a rough, dumb brute as he lavishes attention on her. Eventually, though, despite her growing arousal, the sharp pinch of his teeth isn't mitigated enough by his soft tongue and lips.
She pushes on his forehead, wincing. "A-ah, sheesh, gentler, Goku, that hurts."
He releases her with a wet pop, revealing where his teeth had left dark bruising on and around her areola. "Sorry, Chi-Chi. I got excited, is all."
"Well, be less excited. I don't need you biting 'em off."
"I think you're gettin' excited, too, huh?" He nudges her legs apart with one knee.
She covers her face. "Maybe... just a little..."
Goku licks his lips, chasing a residual drop of milk. "Then I'm gonna have somethin' more to eat, if you don't mind."