TTT Vol. 1 pts. 20-21

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[Vol. 1 pt. 20]

It was impossible to take my eyes off of Korova’s breasts as she led me into the barn. Even though I was behind her, they were massive enough that they stuck out past her sides and could be checked out from behind.

Maybe spending the rest of my life there, never figuring out what happened to me, would be alright if it meant being with Lada and Korova. Especially if it meant getting to feel their breasts. Lada already had a habit of hugging and cuddling with me while holding me against her breasts, and now Korova wanted me to take things a step farther by milking her.

I never could have imagined that I would ever milk a person. Well, a transbeast. Not everybody considered transbeasts to be people no matter how much they wanted to be people.

To me, though, she was as legitimate as any person.

And I was going to milk her.

“Here we are,” Korova said, placing a couple of large, wooden buckets on the ground in front of her. “Should be enough, I hope.”

She hopes? How much milk does she plan on letting out? Well… those tits are bigger than the buckets are, so maybe they won’t be enough.

WHAT I DO NOW?

Korova smiled and stretched her arms above her head, making her breasts look all the more dramatic as they spilled out through the sides of her overalls. “Just let me get a good stretch in and then I’ll be ready to go! Probably gonna be bent over for a while, so don’t want to end up with a sore back or anything.”

I’m surprised your back isn’t already constantly sore from those milk tanks.

She then went through a whole stretching routine. She stretched out her arms, legs, and back. She even cracked her knuckles and neck, but I doubted that was going to help at all. “Whew. Alright. Should be good to go now!” And with that, she unclasped her overalls and allowed the upper half to fall down away from her breasts, letting them hang out in all their glory.

My body grew hot with excitement at the sight of her bare breasts. I wanted to be smothered between them and never find my way out. I wanted to die between them.

I didn’t even realize what I was writing on my board. I just… wrote the first thing that came to mind.

THEY ARE HUGE.

“A-aha… yeah, I guess they kinda are, aren’t they?” Korova replied, placing her hands underneath her breasts to lift them up a little as if showing them off to me. “Ya see… Lada was the only one nice to me after I became a soul beast, and if ya know her, then ya know she’s… pretty big, too. I wanted to be like her, so that’s why my body’s become like this. Then she told me that being able to produce milk is a good thing, and that I’d be able to make even more if they got even bigger… so every time I’ve been able to grow my body, I’ve made them bigger.”

Thank you, Lada. I’ll do anything you want later to make it up to you for giving me this opportunity.

“A-anyways! It’s embarrassing talking about old stuff like that.” Korova scratched her cheek with a slight blush on her face. “Here, let’s get started. I’m gonna feel like I’m on fire if we wait any longer.”

Korova then leaned forward and placed her hands against the wall in front of her, hanging those massive breasts of hers over the buckets. They actually hung into the buckets, so I was probably going to need to try and lift them up and out.

I wondered how Lada did it. Lada apparently had plenty of experience with milking Korova, even though the former’s hands were so small and the latter’s tits were so absurdly huge. More importantly, what kind of position did Lada use? Did she stand in front of Korova? Maybe to the side? Behind? I wasn’t sure.

But when I tried to imagine what the best method might be for milking her, I had an idea.

GOING ON TOP.

After letting her know my intention, I used my tentacles to wrap around her waist and then swung myself up atop her back. I sat myself right on her back where her overalls met her skin. Even if this is only her back… it’s so soft and warm. Of course, I could also feel her abdomen since I kept a few tentacles wrapped around her. One tentacle wrapped around her waist while the other wrapped around her and went right under her breasts. Just to make sure that I wouldn’t lose my position, since I had no idea how she might react once I got started, I wrapped a couple more tentacles her thighs going down to her knees.

I was probably going to have to squeeze her breasts with my tentacles pretty hard, so I needed to be prepared.

“N-nngh… feeling ya wrap all around me… h-heh… it’s kinda getting me excited for some reason. I’ve… never felt anybody touch me this much. Are ya that comfortable with me already? Can’t… can’t say it doesn’t make me a little happy if ya are,” Korova said.

She sounded excited about the situation and that made me excited. However, there was also a hint of… sadness, almost, in her words.

She sounded like somebody who wished others would touch her more. She sounded like somebody who wanted others to embrace her, and she was happy to finally feel somebody hold her as much as I was.

My only regret was that my tentacles weren’t even bigger to wrap her up in them even more. I also wished that I had more tentacles to hold her with.

But for the moment, the rest of them were to be used on her breasts.

I’M STARTING NOW.

Korova looked back at me and nodded. “Loo-lookin’ forward to it.”

Small beads of sweat dripped from her skin before my tentacles even wrapped around her breasts, but they paled in comparison to the amount of milk leaking from her into those buckets before I could even touch them.

And once I did touch them, I was happy to have wrapped my tentacles around her to brace myself. She immediately arched her back and almost bucked me off of her as a moan escaped her lips.

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

Something came over me and I just couldn’t.

Every last one of my remaining tentacles reached for her breasts and coiled around them in an instant.

I wanted to hear more of those noises. I wanted her to feel so much pleasure that she almost knocked me off of her.

So, I coiled my tentacles around her tits as tightly as I could. I barely made a dent into their overwhelming size, but that didn’t matter. I got the reaction that I wanted as she let out another moan and arched her back, pushing her tits even farther into the buckets as milk squirted out from them. At the same time, her tail flickered around so excitedly that it even smacked me.

“M-moo… mmpf… tha-that’s the good st-stuff,” Korova said. “Lada’s hands are… are great… but… they ain’t never made me feel this nice before…”

I wonder if Lada would get jealous if she heard that. Not that I want to make her jealous. But, imagining her getting competitive and trying to see who can milk Korova the best… I want to see a cute, competitive Lada.

“Now… just start milkin’ them. If ya ain’t ever done something like that before, ya just have to kinda… move from the top to the bottom while squeezing.”

I can do that.

Following her orders, I used my coiled tentacles to methodically squeeze her breasts. The section of my lengths wrapped around the top of her hanging breasts squeezed while sliding downward. Then, once they reached the next section of coiled length, they stopped to let that section continue the work of squeezing and sliding. This continued down to the third ring of tentacles which then squeezed and slid down until almost reaching her nipples. By that point, a steady stream of milk shot out from her erect nipples to fill the buckets with her milk.

I couldn’t tell if she was giggling or moaning more. The noises that escaped her were a combination of both as they competed to see which was louder: the noises from her mouth or the noise of her milk splashing into the buckets below.

“A-ah… he-heh… this—this is the best, nngh… I—I hope ya will be willing to come and… mmoo… help me some more… ma-maybe ya could bring… Lada around and… milk me together—h-heh… I-I figure that the more hands… the better… right?” Korova asked as her entire body shivered beneath me.

I couldn’t reply since all of my tentacles were working her body, so I couldn’t pick up my board and write anything on it, but I did peek over her to look down into the buckets.

That was when I noticed they were already half full and that she didn’t seem like she planned on stopping her flow any time soon.

I had to lift her tits out or else they were going to take a dip in her milk, and the whole point was to get the milk out of her tits, not to put her tits in her milk. So, with all my strength, I lifted those breasts up and out of the buckets to rest them on the rims instead.

But I made a mistake. I wasn’t careful enough and ended up knocking the left bucket over, causing it to spill its milk all over the floor as she squirted even more milk into the new puddle.

I began to uncoil my tentacles from her left breast to apologize and try to fix the situation, but she placed a hand on them to stop me. “Do-don’t ya dare think about stopping now. It don’t really matter if I lose any… especially now.” She looked back at me with nothing but lust in her eyes. “I ain’t giving ya permission to stop until I’m empty.”

Hearing her say that…

Was exciting.

Extremely exciting.

I felt like I received a direct order from her—an order that was impossible to refuse, to continue milking her.

Maybe I had a submissive side that I didn’t know about, but I enjoyed being ordered by her.

I felt myself blush as I looked up at her with obedient eyes.

I wanted more orders, but I didn’t need more. After all, I already had one, and that order was to milk her until not a single drop of her milk was left.

So that was what I did.

And maybe it was a little bold of me, but I wanted to make her feel even better. Since her left tit’s milk obviously didn’t matter aside from the fact that it needed to be emptied, I slid the tip of one of my tentacles up to tease her nipple. I rubbed it against the front, squeezed around it, and sometimes even pressed it against it to stop any more milk from pouring out. I’d still squeeze her breast as if to milk her while holding me tentacle against her nipple, causing it to get blocked and to build up pressure before pulling away and letting it pour out all over the floor.

Korova seemed to really like that. She squirmed and whined underneath me for as long as I kept her milk backed up behind her nipple, but then lewdly moaned out whenever I let it escape as she hung her tongue out from her mouth.

Meanwhile, the remaining bucket grew completely full of her milk. That was good because it meant that it got so heavy that it was almost impossible to accidentally knock over. Though, it did mean that part of her breast was hanging down into it and that all of her milk, which was surprisingly thick, flowed over the rim. Any new milk squirting out from her breast joined the puddle on the floor.

I’m pretty sure her milk is thicker than most men’s seed. I wish I had cum that thick. Well… I wish I had dick and cum in the first place. Especially during this.

And even though she already let out enough milk to completely fill each bucket and probably an extra two if there were any… she wasn’t done yet.

But that made me happy. I didn’t want to be done yet. I wanted to continue squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples, and making her moan.

So that was exactly what I did.

She didn’t care about storing any of her milk or anything, either. It was obvious that all she wanted was to feel more pleasure from me, and I was happy to give her that.

“K-keep going, remember… m-mmoo… no stoppin’ until there ain’t a drop—a-a drop left,” Korova moaned.

I nodded, eager to fulfill her order.

But that wasn’t all.

I noticed something when I looked down at all of her milk overflowing from the bucket.

I didn’t feel anything when I first saw it other than pride and excitement. But, when I looked at it now that there was so much of it… I felt that familiar hunger return.

[Vol. 1 pt. 21]

That hunger from before might have returned, but it wasn’t overwhelming. I felt in control of it for once. That meant I was at least able to milk her tits until they were empty before considering giving in to my temptations.

“Phew… that was… that was some great milkin’ there,” Korova said. “Ya might be pretty small and inexperienced, but that was great. Makes me shiver thinking of how much better you’ll be once you’re bigger and have got more experience. I’d say that ya could practice on Lada, but… ah, she ain’t that kind of girl. Heck, I wish I could play with hers the way that she milks mine, but that’d be like trampling all over a pretty flower. Don’t want to ruin something so innocent, ya know what I mean?”

I knew. I knew exactly what she meant. Korova suddenly became the most relatable person in the world to me.

IT’S HARD.

“Yeah, it can be. Heck, I already feel bad letting her come and milk me. I mean, I do need her help… but she doesn’t realize how good it makes me feel. Can’t believe a girl as pure as her exists.”

RIGHT? SHOULD BE

IMPOSSIBLE.

Korova nodded and so did I.

We bonded over milking and wanting to do lewd things to Lada but being too afraid to because of how innocent she was.

“A-also… sorry about getting all worked up back there. What with… orderin’ you around and stuff. Not sure what came over me. Maybe… maybe it’s because ya don’t really give off the same innocent feeling that Lada does. Or maybe… it’s because ya ain’t like everybody else around here. You’re like me, right? Maybe that’s it. You’re the first one like me around here that didn’t need… put down. Heh… I guess I feel like I’ve… ah, it’s embarrassing to say it, but… ah, I don’t know how to put it. I just feel like I can connect to ya, alright? I feel like we can relate. Like I ain’t gonna get judged by ya if I just be myself. Is that weird? Nah… what’s weird is probably me being all… what’s the word? Self-analytical? Outta nowhere. Yeah. Sorry. Don’t get to talk to many folk around here, and Lada is usually busy, so… tell me to shut up if I’m annoying.”

I shook my body and got to writing.

I… LIKED ORDERS.

EXCITED ME, TOO.

AND IT’S OKAY.

I LIKE LISTENING.

REMINDS ME OF

LISTENING TO MY—

Listening to my…

My what?

It was on the tip of my tentacle before, but it was gone.

“Hmm?” Korova asked with a tilted head. “Reminds ya of what?”

I let out an internal sigh before holding the board back up.

CAN’T REMEMBER.

Korova frowned and bent over to pick me up, placing me on top of her breasts before petting my head. “Didn’t think it’d be possible for ya to look so sad. It’s alright. I heard about ya not remembering anything, so… don’t worry too much about that, alright? Just give it some time. I’m sure you’re gonna remember more eventually. And it ain’t like ya can help it, so don’t beat yourself up over it. Alright?”

The way that she looked at me was with the same genuine kindness that Lada did. Well, not just that Lada did, but that everybody in the area did after they weren’t suspicious of me.

Everybody was so friendly and welcoming.

I wanted to protect all of them.

THANK YOU. ALSO.

Korova’s ears twitched. “Hm? Also?”

CAN… I DRINK MILK?

Her cheeks turned bright red. “Y-ya want to drink it? Do… do ya mean my milk?”

I nodded.

“Gee-geez… you and Lada… I don’t know what’s with ya wanting to drink it. Even though it’s so much thicker now. That’s… also because of Lada. It embarrassed the livin’ daylights outta me when she first asked. Why would somebody want to drink that? There’s normal milk from beasts to drink! Then… she said it’d taste even better if it was thicker and sweeter. I don’t know what goes through that girl’s mind sometimes. A-anyways… if ya really want to drink it, ya can. I’d just mix it into slop for the beasts instead since there’s no way I’d give it to the villagers. I’d die of embarrassment if I did that.”

So, Lada not only encouraged Korova to increase her breast size, but also encouraged her to produce thicker and sweeter milk.

I was on Korova’s side. What was going through Lada’s mind?

But, whatever it was going through her mind, I was happy that it did.

And more importantly, I received permission to drink Lada’s milk.

Part of me wished that I would have asked before she was done. Drinking it straight from her tit would have been pretty nice. But, if I did that, I might have drowned from how much there was.

That aside, I climbed up onto the top of the bucket and opened up the front of my body.

“Woah… so that’s where your mouth is. Was wondering how ya’d drink it,” Korova said, watching as I dipped my mouth into the bucket to fill my inside up with her milk.

It…

It was delicious. Incredibly delicious. It was thick and warm, but it was also sweet. There was a strong scent, too, but it didn’t smell bad at all.

If a man could cum something like this… he’d have every woman in the world wanting to suck him off.

But milk was milk and cum was cum.

And it was because I was drinking milk and not cum that I was able to down even more of it, going back for seconds, thirds, fourths, and more.

I didn’t even realize it until it happened.

I reached the bottom of the bucket.

The bucket was several times my height and wide. It stored a huge amount of her milk. Far more than enough needed to drown me.

But I apparently had a bottomless pit for a stomach and couldn’t resist drinking every last drop of it.

Once I gave in to my hunger, it refused to end.

“Holy… ya actually drank all of it! Even Lada can only handle about a cup’s worth before she gets full, and you drank way more than that! I have no idea how it could all fit in that tiny body of yours,” Korova said, staring down at me with an impressed look in her eyes. “Heh, guess I ain’t gonna be mixing any into the slop.”

Having a bottomless pit was nice. I was able to eat until there was no more and never felt too full. Well, I never did so far. But if I was able to drink all of that, I doubted I ever would be able to—

The cries of a beast penetrated the barn.

Korova immediately stood up straight and hooked her overalls back together. “Damn it, again?!”

It sounded like there was a panic outside. More beasts cried out as I heard a familiar screeching cry come from the distance. A familiar cry at that. It sounded just like the first beast I encountered in my new body—one of those clawed beasts with the tail that I gained from eating one.

Korova rushed toward the barn’s exit without saying another word.

Then she picked something up with both of her hands that I didn’t notice was there until she took it.

It was a massive woodcutter’s axe. It was in the style of a woodcutter’s axe, but it was about five times too big to be a normal one.

And Korova picked it up like it was nothing to her as she rushed out of the barn toward the cries.

There was something exciting about a tall woman with huge breasts rushing into a potential fight while wielding a massive axe as oversized as she was.

But as much as I enjoyed the sight of it, I didn’t let that distract me from chasing after her to help however I could.

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