Milky Procedure (Patreon)

“PFFFFTTT… this shit tastes awful!” John spat out along with his oat milk coffee. Clare didn’t even want to taste her cup of coffee made with oat milk, their experiments with other types of milk having been going well so far. Soy, goat, oat, even coconut milk. They had almost tried everything with milk in the title at their grocery store to prevent their use of cow milk. “You know, maybe this isn’t really worth the effort.” John sputtered, defeated, while Clare just continued staring at her untouched cup.

The couple decided that due to the perilous state of the world that they live in, they should try to pitch in to more environmentally friendly and renewable sources for products that they use in their everyday lives. They knew that they were just one drop in the bucket, no, bathtub, but anything would help. Maybe they could start some sort of internet trend doing it and get an income source out of it as well. To their dismay, even their most simple attempt to preserve the environment had not been going too well. Just switching off of cow milk had already given them enough of a hassle.

“Helloooooo, Earth to Claire?” John said sarcastically while waving his hand in front of Clare’s glazed over eyes. Her mind was clouded with a particular article that she read about right around when they decided to start their more green lifestyle. She brushed the article off at first, a ridiculous, useless advancement in technology. It was experimental anyways, they were giving out some pretty significant financial bonuses to those who undertook the procedure.

“Breast milk.” Clare muttered.

“Huh?” John spat out. “I don’t think you can make that quite yet babe, unless… you know…”

“I barely have tits anyways.” she replied in the same muttering tone. “Not like I’d make much milk even if you knocked me up.” John could tell that his horny remarks weren’t really what she wanted to hear. He was surprised that she was taking this so hard. Clare got up and trudged her way to their bedroom, and John followed shortly after pouring out their latest failed coffees. He wrapped his arms around her waist as they fell asleep together, upset, but together.

A few days of failed experiments later, the mystery procedure became more and more alluring to Clare. One fateful morning, she decided to make her way to the clinic to inquire on the procedure. It was a smaller clinic, but one that led the path to many medical revolutions before, they had a decent rep. Clare asked one of the receptionists about the procedure, which they immediately redirected her to the experimenters. “You’ll only produce about a liter of milk per day.” they told her. More than enough for her. “A common side effect is enlargement of breast tissue. If you’re ok with that, then we can continue. It’s a rather simple process.” Larger tits, and she gets paid $10,000? She couldn’t possibly turn this offer down.

The experimenter left the room, and soon came back with a cup full of white liquid. “This may look like milk,” they told her, ”but is not quite what it seems. To put it in simpler terms, we’ve messed with the proteins a bit to stimulate the natural hormones that cause lactation. Just down this and you’ll be on your way in no more than 15 minutes.” The experimenter handed her the nearly full glass. She stared at it in anticipation for a moment before swiftly chugging it. “That’s it! You’re good to go!” the experimenter congratulated her.

She didn’t notice much for the rest of the day, just the usual trying new horrible milk alternatives. Her greatest fear with this procedure is that it wouldn’t work, or even worse, her breast milk would taste bad. Everything else has tasted not too great, why would her own milk be any better. She slept her anxieties off to see what would come of tomorrow.

Clare woke up the next day to tender aching in her chest. She got up while John was still sleeping, unraveling herself from his arms. The aching feeling sloshed and jiggled with her movements under her warm sweater. It was chilly at night during the winter, so a nice sweater was in order. She groggily stood up only to fall back down again upon being incredibly off balance. She took a second try and was able to find her footing. She slid the bottom of her sweater up and over her tender chest to reveal two massive melons. “Holy shit…” she muttered to not wake John up. Clare held up the sweater in her mouth and gently removed one of the bra cups, doing her best not to irritate her nipples.

Her breasts must have been larger than an F cup, with thick perky nipples to boot. She knew about the side effect of breast growth, but this was much more than she asked for, not that she was complaining. Clare had been training her back for years in hope of experiencing this very moment. She prodded her exposed nipple, a hot sensation enveloping the entire area around it into the breast. She gave it a slight pinch, her legs giving out slightly from the pleasure of warm creamy milk streaming out of her breasts. She moaned a light “ahnnnnnmmm” before she stopped milking herself.

Clare got to making the usual morning coffees for John and herself, except this time with a splash of her own milk. She was excited to give it a taste and rushed up to wake John. “Wuhhhhh” John groaned. “Here, drink up darling!” Clare insisted. John was too drowsy to notice that his wife’s breasts were at least a dozen sizes larger than her previous barely Bs. He took a sip and immediately a pleasant look spread across his face, followed by a frown.

“Did you give up on the going green thing Clare? Did you buy some fancy ass cow milk to celebrate you quitting.” John mumbled. Clare playfully raised her sweater again and squeezed her nipple to spray John’s face with milk. He looked over, shocked to see that the milk was coming from his wife’s massive tits. “What the fuck? You got the breast milk procedure??” John was surprised, pleasantly surprised in fact. He loved Clare so much that he couldn’t say no to her even if he wanted to.

“What, you don’t like it?” Clare responded disappointed.

“Nononono! I…I love it!” John exclaimed. “Uhmm, do you mind if I… get another taste real quick?”

“Of course, babe.” she responded in a sultry tone as she lifted her massive breast up to John’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate to start sucking lightly on her nipple. The moment the creamy liquid hit his tongue he was hooked, the sweet warm taste was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was nearly as sweet as candy, he sucked harder and harder until she went dry. Clare had to force his mouth off of her breast, he didn’t even notice that he had been guzzling her milk for 10 minutes now. “You’re a fan?” she asked needlessly. “Unfortunately I can only produce about a liter per day, so you’ll have to wait for tomorrow for more. And maybe you shouldn’t go too crazy, we need some for hot chocolate and more coffee at night as well.” John could only comply despite wanting to suck on her milky tits more, it was the only option he had really. He had to control himself.

Days passed by, milking Clare had become a part of their morning routine. John was disappointed that there wasn’t much milk left during their time in the bedroom, but he was more than grateful for Clare’s giant rack nonetheless. After a week or two, they started adding her milk into everything they made that required it (and even a few things that didn’t!). They also had multiple bags of milk on standby from the morning milking sessions. It was a pleasurable process for Clare, arguably the best part of her day, and John never protested milking her. How could he resist tugging on and playing with those tits?

More days pass, and Clare couldn’t believe how amazing of a success the procedure had been. She would have paid $10,000 to have it done, and instead she was paid that amount. However, she did in fact pay a price for it. One that she hadn’t quite noticed yet. After a few weeks of drinking her milk, John’s body had become more feeble looking, and his own height was less than Clare’s. She didn’t notice, but John most definitely did. The previously traditional and rather well built man had become something more resembling a femboy. That didn’t stop his consumption of Clare’s milk thought, and one night, his addiction overcame him. An addiction that he didn’t notice until it was too late.

John got out of bed in the middle of the night, thirsty for more milk. He made his way to the refrigerator in the basement and took out one of the liter bags of milk. He frantically took out two more and stealthily but swiftly made his way upstairs to pour them out and heat them up. John was nearly foaming at the mouth as he watched the timer tick down to zero. It felt like an eternity before the beeping went off, signaling completion. He carefully took the pitcher out and poured out a tall glass of warm breast milk.

Without hesitation, he slammed down the first glass effortlessly. His only intermission was to lick his lips before pouring and chugging the next glass. The warmth of the milk radiates through his body, his already emasculated body feminizing. His skull shifts and cracks smaller and cuter, his jawline becoming more rounded, his cheeks and lips plumping up a bit. His eyes turn a hazy dark red as they grow slightly in their sockets. His brown hair cascades down his shoulders and onto his chest tickling his skin. John doesn’t care or notice, the only thing that is audible is the light “ghhnn ghhnn ghhnn” of him gulping down more milk.

A bright blush overtakes his girly face as his nipples feel rather abnormal. Despite being naked moments ago, John now sports a loose fitting apron and equally loose fitting black tights. His large, long, thick nipples brush against the fabric of the apron lightly as he finishes the first liter of milk, fully feminized. Down to his small caved in waist and slightly wider hips. He wastes bi time filling up more cups for the next liter. Glass after glass, fat pushes out behind his nipples and his ass stretches the leggings a little more. Another glass of warm sweet milk slides down his throat, his vocal chords raise many octaves as his gulping sounds slightly higher pitched. His hips push against leggings as they reach peak fertility. His thighs and ass soon compensate, ballooning out squishy and wide, threatening to suffocate what remained of his member.

Third liter in, his mind feels fuzzy, the only thing he can focus on is drinking more milk. His already D cup breasts push out larger and larger, nearly bursting out of the apron as they jiggle and bounce with every little movement he makes. He eventually finishes the last liter, breasts somehow even larger than Clare’s. However, he’s not done yet. He takes his jiggly body upstairs in the pursuit of more milk…

John slides up Clare’s sweater, waking her up, and starts sucking. “Hmmmm, wahhh…” Clare mumbles, drowsy. She’s then jolted awake by the familiar sensation of John sucking on her nipples, harvesting her delicious addictive milk. At this point there was nothing Clare could do, John’s addiction was too strong. He’d need to be surgically removed from her breast for him to stop sucking. “Who the hell are you!” Clare shouted at the almost female John. He made no response as he just kept filling his mouth with her sweet milk. Getting his milk straight from the source, what was left of his manhood slurped up inside of him. A fertile pussy to match his equally fertile hips. His, now her, breasts pushed against Clare’s crotch as John continued sucking her dry. Clare noticed that her crotch felt a little… wet… Not just from being turned on, which she definitely was despite a busty stranger sucking her tits, but from something else. She put her hands under John's massive breasts to feel a warm liquid coming out of them.

John finally stops sucking on her nipple and sits up, staring at Clare with a satisfied but incredibly horny look. “Thaaaaaankk you baaaaaaabe…” she coos as the puzzle pieces connect in Clare’s brain. It must be her milk, it was an experimental procedure after all. She stares in horror and milk pours out of “John’s” breasts uncontrollably. Clare couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her husband turned into a busty cow.

Getting used to Jackie’s new life was difficult for the couple. Clare had an incredibly hard time figuring out how to manage Jackie’s constantly lactating breasts, but she loved Jackie too much to not try and help her. Not to mention how whenever milk was spilling out she was constantly horny. She tried milking her, but her hands just couldn’t quite do the trick. Clare decided to invest in a high-grade milking machine for Jackie. Lucky her, it worked like a charm. The only difficult part was trying to find out where to keep all of the milk, and also that Jackie came over and over again during the process of getting her nipples tugged on. It tasted exactly like her own milk, so she figured she shouldn’t let such a delicious delicacy go to waste. She contacted the experimenter after coming to terms with the situation and asked about donating milk from her victim (Jackie). The experimenter said it would be alright since the milk isn’t directly from Clare herself who had the treatment done.

Another lucky effect of using the milking machine is Jackie’s mind being returned to a more ‘normal’ state for the proceeding 8 hours, until she became incredibly horny and needed to be milked again. Her nipples still leaked out a considerable amount of milk even having been hooked up to the machine, but being able to function like a somewhat normal human was a godsend for the couple. Of course, Jackie enjoyed being in her controlled in-heat state sometimes. The couple occasionally had ‘vacation’ weekends where they spent 48 hours on end indulging in milky lesbian bliss. Today was one of those days as Clare walked downstairs to Jackie with one tit hanging out of her apron pouring steamy milk into a cup for her. It turns out that Jackie’s and her own milk had an strong aphrodisiac effect on her, causing her level of horniness to match or even surpass Jackie’s. Clare took the glass from Jackie’s hand and downed it, feeling the heat flow through every inch of her body. Her nipples perked up and vaginal fluids coated inside of her thighs, preparing for hours on end of pure orgasmic pleasure…




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