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Saturday, March 2, 2013

A Lactation Fantasy





Freya's plan is simple.
Join a gym, get in shape, and land the fitness model job of her dreams.
Her personal trainer, Drake, seems amazing, and he has strict instructions for her to follow. With everything lined up correctly, she should be getting lean and tight in no time flat!
But, while her body is changing, it isn't in the way she imagined. Why are none of her bras fitting anymore, and why are her nipples so tender and sensitive?
Something is causing her to have filthy dreams, as well as sky rocketing her arousal. Through it all, her trainer insists she come to the gym, and that she drinks the strange protein shakes he provides.
Can Drake somehow be causing her to transform, and if so, what is he after?

This erotic story is 7,970 words of forced lactation, public humiliation, breast expansion, reluctant milking, and orgasm denial.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY

EXCERPT:

Biting my lip sideways, I knelt on the ground and stretched out on my stomach. My breasts squished into the floor, making it awkward for me to lay my face on the pillow. My chest is in the way, ugh.
My irritation flowed away when Drake sat on the middle of my back, a gentle pressure that still made my heart flutter. His fingers were strong, precise, digging into my muscles deliciously. It was only minutes before I was groaning, enjoying the sensation.
Perhaps, honestly, a bit too much.
I knew something was wrong when he started massaging my lower back. The ripples went through my core, straight into my pussy. The contact was turning me on, and realizing that was making it worse. My nipples, pressed into the hard floor, felt teased, aching for attention.
Every stroke of his hands made me tremble, my breathing quickening. The warmth tingled in my chest, the wetness flowing abruptly. Oh, fuck, no! Milk is coming out again!
Drake was oblivious, concentrating on working me out. “Roll over so I can stretch your legs, now.”
I didn't want to, I knew what he would see if I did. But he nudged me gently, insistent, and I obeyed. 


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