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Blackmailed VI
🕑 Added 2022-11-30 14:08:39 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Wyld.
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“I need more,” said James during his next meeting with Brian at the diner.
“Oh?” said Brian, looking entirely pleased. In fact, he did not seem surprised at all.
James was sweating. Ever since the—the incident at the ATM, his body had gone into overdrive. He was constantly flushed and breathless, and the milk was gushing continuously, practically bursting out of him. He’d had to go through the indignity of a visit to the local maternity store to purchase special bras with padded inserts and some new breast pumps with high-volume containers. James swore whenever he missed a single pumping he instantly shot up a cup size.
It was as though James’s unwanted contact with the stranger had somehow jumpstarted his body’s need to nurture and nourish. He was making more milk than ever. Worse, he was completely hooked on the shakes, honestly jonesing for them. He had already gone through his weekly supply, and it was only Tuesday morning. His weight was spiraling out of control and James couldn’t stop fidgeting. For the umpteenth time he adjusted the huge, amorphous hoodie he had on, though he doubted it hid anything. James felt squeezed in the little booth he shared with Brian, his huge jugs practically perched against the table top, swelling, tightening, and aching for release.
Brian was leering unabashedly; taking pleasure in James’s clear discomfort. “You put on weight,” he remarked with a synthetic calm. Eyes dark with lust, he was practically restraining himself from pouncing.
“Ngghhh…godd…” James whispered a curse. He couldn’t believe how much milk his body was making. He was sweating buckets, his tits outrageously tight, and he knew the milk was going to start gushing at any moment. No amount of bra padding was going to contain this flood. James knew he ought to flee. He threw a desperate look at the door. And yet he stayed because he—he needed this. “Just…just another couple c-cans—” he managed.
“How about this?” Brian cut him off. “Have me on your next livestream. Then you can have all the shakes you want.”
James gulped. That sounded just awful. Livestreams had been the last thing on his mind lately. He had even stopped doing them, what with all the weight he was putting on. But at that point, he was desperate.
“Yes—fuhhhh—yes, f-fine!” he blurted.
Several diner patrons sent odd looks their way. They had been throwing James glances since his arrival, but he was in too much discomfort to care.
“Tonight?”
James gave a pained nod.
“Great.” Brian stood, placing some cash on the table to cover his coffee. “See you at six.”
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James’s nipples were dark and swollen. He was pumping almost hourly. But almost within minutes of draining himself, his breasts would start to bloat again, and soon the droplets would start to emerge.
He was constantly flushed and sweaty. Continually hard from the relentless stimulation.
“Hey,” said Brian as he entered the apartment that evening, lips twisted in a smirk.
“C-camera’s already rolling,” James stammered. He just wanted to get this over with.
James was wearing just a large bathrobe and some briefs that were far too small for his plump backside and hips. His weight had spiraled into truly fat territory, his body soft and squishy in ways he just didn’t recognize. James hated feeling himself rock and jiggle, and the way his thighs squished together with his stride. His belly was a soft, pillowy bulge. Still, his huge breasts continued to dominate everything else. They were the size of honeydews, and only getting larger.
James led Brian in front of the camera, where James turned to face him. In his periphery he could see the comments feed blowing up, but James didn’t bother to look. He was too focused, too desperate for his reward. He had tried gorging himself with homemade shakes made from vanilla and chocolate ice cream, but nothing came close to what Brian was supplying. James was practically drooling between his hunger and desperation.
“Time for an inspection,” said Brian hungrily.
James dutifully slid his robe down his shoulders, his heaving cleavage coming onto display as the opening of the robe widened. Brian closed in and pulled the robe off him entirely. James grunted out as his nipples grazed Brian’s own chest. Brian gently cupped the side of James’s right breast, causing James to groan and arch, eyes rolling upward.
His nipples squirted, splattering Brian’s chest with warm, creamy milk. Brian clenched his jaw, breathing heavily, face full of greed. And James just struggled to bear the ceaseless onslaught of pressure.
It was time for a drink.
