PD, PT: Chem

This isn’t your idea. It’s Mio’s. Standing right outside the door to Fubuki’s apartment you hesitate to knock. It’s been a month since you’ve gotten the fox girl knocked up and it’s been a month since you’ve last seen her. The reason why you’re here right now is because Mio put her foot down and made you visit a pregnant Fubuki so you could take care of her. You want to be spending time with Mio and your kids but Mio is really adamant about you checking up on her friend.

You knock on the door, tapping the solid wood thrice in quick succession. Not a second passes before Fubuki opens the door. She’s all smiles. Her appearance reminds you of the first time you saw Mio pregnant. Everything about Fubuki looks brighter. Her already snow-white hair is almost blinding now, the irises of her eyes are a vivid light blue, and her skin glows the way only a pregnant woman does. You can’t help but notice her breasts that have gotten bigger. Their shape is clearly defined even under Fubuki’s loose blue dress. Her nipples are also visible and they’re already rock hard. However, the most notable thing about her appearance is her baby bump. It’s like a hill with a gentle slope under a blue cotton sky. You can’t take your eyes off it.

Fubuki invites you in and you follow her in after taking off your shoes and giving her a quick hug. The apartment is smaller than you thought it’d be. A joint kitchen/living room makes up the first room then following a short hallway are two bedrooms and the bathroom. Fubuki’s bare feet walk on the cream-colored carpet towards the living room which is decorated in pokemon cards and other gaming knickknacks. You watch her tail closely while walking behind Fubuki. The white ink-dipped tail drags on the ground as you follow it. The fox girl sits on the couch and you join her.

The couch almost swallows you whole. That’s how comfy it is. Your entire body feels relaxed. You unconsciously put your hand on Fubuki’s thigh. She says, “I’m happy you came. It means a lot.”

“Sorry it took so long for me to visit you.”

“No worries, I have a maid that takes care of me.”

“Oh. Well then if you have someone to take care of you then I’ll be going.”

“No,” Fubuki shuffles next to you placing a hand on your inner thigh, “If you leave then I won’t have anyone to take special care of me,” she whispers into your ear, “I’ve been so horny the past week that I’ve started humping furniture and using the showerhead to masturbate,” she softly bites your ear lobe.

The reason why you’re here finally dawns on you. Dammit Mio, you think to yourself, you could’ve at least told me that Fubuki wanted to have sex again. You ask, “So… what do you want to do first?”

“Hmmm,” Fubuki raises both legs and curls her toes, “My feet have gotten sore from standing all day and I want you to massage them.”

“Okay.”

You prop yourself up on one knee in front of Fubuki’s feet. The bottom of her feet are, surprisingly, calloused. Holding her right foot in the palm of your hands, you firmly press the arch of her foot with your thumbs and pull them outwards from the center to the sides of her foot. You repeat this five times. Then, still massaging the arch, you make clockwise and counterclockwise motions with your thumbs. You do the same to the ball of her foot after you’re done massaging the arch. Next, you grab her ankle with one hand and with the other you drag the knuckle of your index finger along the plantar fascia going from the top of her foot to the bottom. Fubuki gasps as your knuckle digs into the nerve. At the heel bone where the plantar nerve is thickest, you drag your knuckle down several times. Your thumbs do another round of massages before you move onto her toes. Once again holding her ankle, you push her toes backwards in pairs of two pushing the big toe back by itself. You hold the toes in place for a second or two before letting go.

As you start to massage the other foot Fubuki says, “You’re pretty good at this.”

“Thanks.”

“Where’d you learn how to massage feet?”

“I ran track in high school so I learned some foot stretches.”

“You should become a masseuse.”

“Mio said the same thing.”

You finish massaging Fubuki’s left foot. A grin flashes on Fubuki’s face and you already know what’s going to happen. She sticks her big toe in your mouth. It rests on your tongue as you suck on it. “There you go,” says Fubuki, “Now kiss them.” Without a second thought, you kiss the soles of her feet. She giggles, “That tickles.” You continue kissing her feet until she pulls them back.

You ask, “Now what?”

“I don’t know,” Fubuki stretches her arms over her head making her already big boobs look even bigger. You stare at them. The only thing you can think about is sucking those two tits. You wet your lips. You’re so absorbed with Fubuki’s jugs that you don’t even notice Fubuki lowering her shoulder straps. The top half of the dress crumples down. Your heart skips a beat when you see Fubuki’s bare breasts. Stretch marks and veins travel across her supple pale boobs like branches on a tree. The areolas had yet to widen under her soft pink nipples. “Come here,” are the only two words she needs to say.

It’s an awkward position that you get into. Fubuki has to lean all the way back on the couch while you straddle her. Regardless, both you and Fubuki are smiling ear to ear. You kiss her boobs; each kiss impressing onto the soft skin of her breast. You swear you can feel breast milk sloshing around in her tit even though you know that’s impossible. Reaching her nipple, you tease it with your tongue before finally sucking it. Fubuki’s warm breast milk floods your mouth. It’s sweet and watery, more so than Mio’s, and lacks the richness of Mio’s milk. Fubuki asks, “How is it?”

You separate from her nipple but stay close to it, “I like it. It’s sweeter than Mio’s.”

You feel one of Fubuki’s hands on the back of your neck and it forces you back to her breast. You don’t fight it. In an instant, you’re already back to sucking on Fubuki’s teat. You guzzle down a never-ending amount of breast milk while Fubuki strokes your hair. She says, “Mommy loves it when you drink from her,” you blush and focus on sucking her nipple, “Mio told me that you like this type of stuff so I’m going to tease you,” you try pulling out but Fubuki has your head firmly held to her breast, “Tsk-tsk, a young boy like you needs his mother’s milk to grow big and strong,” you hate how much this is turning you on, “Now, call me mommy,” you keep suckling.

Fubuki has to pry you off her nipple. You stubbornly say, “No.”

“Really?” Fubuki covers her nipples, “Then no more milk for you.”

“Come on, Fubuki.”

“Nope. You just have to say one word.”

You’re visibly embarrassed but say it anyways.

“Good boy,” you’re back to sucking on her tit as if nothing happened. She runs her hand through your hair and strokes your back. A feeling of warmth overwhelms you from inside. You want to be coddled by Fubuki; to be entirely dependent on her. Tears start to well in your eyes so you bury your head in her chest. Fubuki pats your head. In a soft motherly voice she says, “Now, now. Don’t get upset. Mommy’s here for you.”

You look up at Fubuki; her eyes are filled not with pity but compassion like she understands the pain you feel. You say, “Fubuki, this feels weird.”

“But isn’t this a turn on for you?”

“Yeah, but it feels off doing it with you.”

“Really?” Fubuki thinks for a moment, “I must’ve played too heavily into the mommy stuff.”

“Maybe.”

“Want a nursing handjob?” Fubuki cocks her head.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll show you.”

Per Fubuki’s instructions you sit up against the armrest of the couch fully naked. Your cock, caked in dried precum, is rock hard. Fubuki stands on her knees; her tits are right in front of your face and despite everything you said you still want to suck every last drop of milk out of those massive milkers. Your attention shifts when she places a hand on your inner thigh. The warmth of her small delicate hand makes you relax. Fubuki sighs, “This would’ve been easier if you were younger,” your gazes meet and she smiles, “Then I could lay you down wherever and have my way with you,” Fubuki inches her hand closer to your cock, “You’d be a boy just starting to go through puberty and I’d teach you the ropes doing anything to get your small cock to cum. After you’re exhausted, I’d give you a nursing handjob to restore your strength.”

You gulped. There was something in Fubuki’s scenario that you found hot but couldn’t put your finger on it. Almost as if you liked the idea of being pampered. Before you can say anything, Fubuki smothers you in her tits and firmly grips your cock. You can’t breathe under the sheer volume of fatty tissue that makes up Fubuki’s enormous jugs. Her bobs move across your face getting wet from your lips. Breathing is a little easier now but your face is still buried in Fubuki’s breasts. Soft, squishy skin covers everything from your forehead to your chin and for some reason her boobs remind you of water balloons. Probably because you know how much milk they hold.

As Fubuki’s breasts smother you, her hand slowly moves up the length of your cock stopping only to feel your rapid pulse. It goes back down just as slow. The firm grips around your dick feels great and Fubuki doesn’t need lube because your precum does all the work. Her hand travels up and down your cock several times. Each time you think it’s going to be the one when you cum but you don’t. Fubuki is teasing your cock; she wants it to explode in a fountain of spunk. She moves her breasts around again and this time you feel a nipple on your bottom lip. Your tongue twirls around the nipple before your lips close around it forming a seal.

Warm breast milk fills your mouth again and travels down your throat. A sense of relief fills you. The same sort of relief you get when drinking water on a hot day. Fubuki puts her free hand on the top of your head to keep it still. She strokes your cock again and your eyes spaz out. You’re about to cum. Fubuki barely tugs at your cock and you cum. Your cock twitches as your load is shot straight into the air. It lands back onto you and Fubuki’s hand a second later. You cough up breast milk while trying to moan. Fubuki checks to make sure you’re okay then moves to your cock. She cleans her cum soaked hand with her tongue before moving onto you. The furthest your cum gets is your stomach so Fubuki starts there. She licks it clean then goes down on you kissing the entire way.

Fubuki uses her tongue to get rid of all the cum that’s built up around cock all while caressing your balls. Your eyes are half-closed; mind blanking because the orgasm was that good. You’re barely aware of what’s even going on. Next thing you know you’re sucking on one of Fubuki’s nipples drinking her pleasantly warm milk. You start to fall asleep and Fubuki helps by closing your eyes with a hand that’s warm and gentle. Fubuki climbs on top of you. The first thing you feel is her small pregnant belly on you then the rest of her body. The heat of her face radiates onto yours. She’s so close to you. Her breath is hot and steamy. She plants a soft kiss on your lips. Sleep begins to slowly embrace you. Today was a good day.

The sound of the doorbell ringing echoes throughout the apartment shattering any chance of rest. Your eyes open to see Fubuki with a disappointed look on her face. “I’ll get it,” she says, starting to move.

You stop her and say, “You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be moving around so much,” and despite her objections, you get out from under her and walk to the door. The doorbell rings again. “Wait a second,” you say, almost shouting. The door swings open. Standing in the doorway is a total stranger to you. The stranger wears a lab coat with pink highlights which her long pink hair falls onto. A pink tie supplements the girl’s white collared shirt blocking a small part of her exposed midriff. Her black miniskirt is adorned with a thin white belt that holds four vials of unknown chemicals. Lastly, and your favorite part, the stranger’s legs are clothed in stockings. However, the look on her face is anything but friendly. She throws something at you, it’s too small and too fast for you to see what it is and you only realize it’s a dart once it lands in your neck. Vision quickly fades. You slump to the ground as if your mortal thread had just been severed. A different form of sleep embraces you.

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Backup created on: 01/15/2023