"Honestly," the warden sighed, rolling her eyes at you. "You're like a baby." Still, she unzipped her half-shirt, revealing her full breasts.
"I resent that appellation," you reply, your hands sliding onto her breasts. They were exquisite—less mounds than mountains, heavy enough to take real effort to heft in your hands.
"Also," you add. "I think anybody would become a breast man if he was given the opportunity to worship something like this." Kronii flushes, sitting onto your lap as you pull away the remaining coverings with your teeth, caressing her heavy breasts. At this point, you'd grown quite adept at finding the spots where Kronii tends to tense up and soothing them away.
"God damn it," she murmurs, biting her lower lip. "You're too good at this. Why can't you have normal hobbies?" she asks through gritted teeth, already feeling the effects.
"I take that to mean you're enjoying yourself," you chuckle. You certainly were. While Kronii didn't want to admit it, she did enjoy the way you 'massaged' her breasts, though she often grumbled about what could have caused such an odd fixation.
"Wh-whatever," she mumbles, drawing in a hissing breath as your finger traces a circle around a sensitive nipple. "It's not bad, I guess." You smile internally—you'd heard that line before.
"Just sit back and relax, babe." Your voice is a husky whisper, lustful and almost commanding—while Kronii didn't like being 'ordered around' in the bedroom, she did take very well to your 'suggestions'. It was probably a pride thing for her—but you weren't a psychologist, you were a breast addict. So you just focus on what you enjoy most.
You bring your face down to her right breast, taking her nipple into your mouth with practiced ease. It wasn't hard to become decent at playing with a girl's tits, but it was difficult to make it so she should cum just from titplay, and you'd passed that point a few times over.
"Fff-uhhck," the warden groans, biting a knuckle. You were training her well—over the past three months her breasts had gotten much more sensitive, and it didn't take nearly as much effort to get her motor running as before.
"Love you," you whisper, and her eyelids flutter, glancing down at you for a second, a tiny smile on her face. It was small, but genuine—a lot of the time, she refused to accept compliments. This was your way of making sure your love got through to her.
Between a few minutes of sucking on her nipples, teasing them with your fingers, and whispering your feelings to her, you were getting a pretty good rhythm going.
That is, until Kronii suddenly sits straight up, chewing on her lip as she looks down at you, worry clear in her eyes. You don't notice at first, other than the change in her posture—her arms still hang around your neck, chest pushed forward to receive your worship.
"S-sstop for a sec!" she hisses out, and you blink, looking up. "Something's weird. I feel—I dunno, but it's not normal."
"Babe," you whisper, tweaking a nipple cheekily. "I already told you it's compeltely fine if you cum like this. A lot of women can, if they're treated properly."
"It's not like that!" she tells you, her tone serious. "It's like… something else."
"Bad feeling?" you ask, tilitng your head. She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. "Weird feeling, not bad." She nods. "I don't see the problem, then."
"B-babe!" Her breath hitches as you go back to work, pinching your earlobe to try and distract you. "S-shtop!" Her words were starting to slur—a sign you were on the right track.
Rhythmically, you press into her breasts, as if squeezing them—not like anything is going to come out, though. You were just trying to stimulate her nerve endings.
Which is why you're surprised when you feel a drop of something creamy on your lips. Kronii is panting, her face flushed as she glances down at you. She clearly felt it too, but she wasn't really able to form a coherent response as you attack her tits agian, testing to see if that was what you thought it was.
Within a few moments, you pull a few more drops of that creamy liquid from her nipples, sucking on the slightly distended teat. Fuck. You hadn't intended to go that far, but you'd heard that frequent manual stimulation of the breasts could cause lactation in women.
"Don't sh-shtop," the warden begs you, sweat coating her brow. "Harder!" Alright, then. Go with the flow, as they said.
Her 'production' was quite slow, but it did feel like more of a reward than before when you felt a small burst of milk against yuor tongue, relishing in the creamy taste. It seemed to coincide with her arousal—the closer she got to orgasm, the more milk you could squeeze out of her.
"FuuucK!" she shouted, pulling your face to her breast. And she was wuite close now—every tug came with a drop or two. "AAAAHHH!" Her hips bucked against your erection, wetness dampening her panties as she cums without even being touched below the waist.

"W-what was that?" she asks, chest heaving as she rides the aftershocks of her orgasm—her soaked panties pressing up against your cock. Without a word, you bring up a finger, a drop of pearly liquid shining on it. "Seriously?"
"Mhm." You bring it to your mouth and lick it up. "It can happen, scientifically," you shrug. "Maybe I tried too hard," you mutter to yourself.
"Jeez." She sighed, shaking her head as she stroked her hair. "Now you're even more like a baby." She quickly re-establishes her untouchable facade. "Next you'll be asking me to bottle it up for you." The lingering blush on her face implied that she wasn't entirely opposed to that idea.
It wasn't something you'd considered before, obviously. But it did sound exciting, in a way that made you lick your lips, recalling the taste of her milk. It was definitely higher-quality than what you got at the store, you remark to yourself.
"Who knows," you shrug, wiggling your eyebrows. "Maybe I will. I'll have to make sure you can keep production up, though." you tell her, flicking a nipple softly. Kronii let out a quiet moan, then flushed, a shudder running through her. It seemed that this new milky revelation had come with another increase in sensitivity—you weren't going to stop until she couldnt' wear a shirt anymore, she sometimes complained. And that was looking like it might be actually true, at this point.
I swear to god, if I see a single cow print anything, I'm throwing you out," she whispers, her cheeks bright red. "I'm not doing any of that."
"So you'd prefer the mommy angle after all? I could pick up a hand pump," you joke, and she slaps your shoulder lightly, backing up somewhat as she prepared to hop off your lap—her legs were still a bit unsteady, as they always were after an orgasm like that.
"Either way," you tell her, honestly. "If you don't like it, or whatever, we can stop for a few days until it stops, and I'll tone it down. If not… we'll figure it out, right?" you ask, giving her a small smile.
"We will," she nods, swallowing. "Though I'm really gonna need a new outfit…" she murmurs, staring at her two-part top. "I'd be walking around with huge tents in my shirt just from the friction." You're sure some guys would pay to see that, honestly… but you'd rather she save it for the bedroom.