The Milkers
My name is Mike Gabbon, I am a survivor of the end of the world. No one really knows where it came from what it is but it affects were devastating. By the governments and general population found out what was going on, it was already too late. Around the globe in major cities, people were being transformed. I remember the day that it all happened.
3 Months earlier
Katie, who was my girlfriend, and I were on our way home from seeing The Last Jedi, when we got to my place, I could tell she was wanted to fuck, so I immediately went to my roommate, Chris, to see if he could leave for an hour or so. I knocked on his bedroom door,
“Hey man, can I come in?”
“Yea…” he responded weakly
“You alright man? You sound sick.” I said as I peeked around the door. He was on his bed and he looked really uncomfortable
“I think I am, my whole body is furnace right now, may have something to do with that crazy lady earlier today.”
“Crazy lady?”
“Yea, she was smoking hot with huge tits, but she was in an alley way, doing something to her breasts, when I got closer, she started spraying milk all over me!”
“Uhhh, yea I guess that’s pretty crazy.” I didn’t believe a word he just said but he definitely looked sick. And oddly shorter, Chris was the tall, lanky type of guy but he looked no more than 5 foot, 8 inches. Of course I didn’t think about it much at the time. I closed his door and sat the couch with my girlfriend.
“So what’s up with him” She asked
“I don’t know, he’s sick with something, maybe the flu.”
“But it isn’t flu season.” She pointed out
“Yea, but he has fever of some kind, plus he looked kinda…..” I trailed off, unsure of what I saw.
“Kinda what?”
“Never mind, let’s watch some TV”, I said as I grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. The TV immediately went to a news station that seemed to have an emergency broadcast.
“This is not a joke or drill ladies and gentlemen” The news anchor stated in a cold tone. “You need to stay indoors and barricade all entrances to limit contact with the infected!”
“What the fuck? Is this a joke?” My girlfriend worryingly asked me.
“I don’t know, let’s try a different channel” I hit the channel button and it switched to Discovery Channel, but it had the same emergency broadcast from the news station.
“Those inflicted with the epidemic will have fever and exhaustion, followed by, if male, a gender switch, increased breast tissue, and lactation. Authorities tell us that is the breast milk of the inflicted that spreads the disease. We have no word on whether this is a bacteria, virus, or-LOOK OUT! They broke through!” The camera spun around the news studio to face the back to see several large breasted women running through the studio. They were tackling men and women to the ground and forcing their breasts into their mouths. The camera was left on focus to one victim as the camera man ran, the women seemed to forcing gallons of milk into his mouth for a good 10 seconds before she got up to find her next victim. My girlfriend and I stared in disbelief as the man got on his knees and began his transformation. He looked dazed and fevered as hair began to flow from the top of his head as the hair on face began to fall off. When his facial hair fell off it revealed his milk covered lips as they began to swell as the rest of his face began to shift and soften to a feminine face. As the rest of body softened and shifted, he looked down at his rapidly tightening jacket. He, now she, unzipped it to reveal two massive breasts pressing against his shirt.
He began kneading them, almost out of instinct as two wet spots began to form on his shirt. The TV then cut to a test image, leaving my girlfriend and me sitting there with mouth agape.
“This…this can’t be real...” Katie whispered in shock. I grabbed the remote and began flipping through channels, all of them were on the test image, either from a news station or otherwise.
“This isn’t a joke” I said sternly “We need to leave the city now, hopefully the roads aren’t-“I was quickly interrupted by a loud, feminine moan the came from Chris’s room. Katie and I looked at his door and then at each other. I held a single finger to my mouth to tell to stay quiet as I got up to investigate. I peeked open the door and my body froze. Chris was writhing on the bed, his body well under way to becoming one of them. He was even shorter than before with light brown hair spread over the bed. He was also sporting two massive breasts, even bigger than the ones from the man on TV. They were barely contained in Chris’s button up shirt. But almost right on que, the shirt finally gave way to the monster melons as buttons broke, flying everywhere.
Chris moaned again as his newly freed breasts went through one last growth spurt before they began spewing milk out, like two volcanoes. Chris was now fully transformed into a middle aged milf with huge, lactating breasts, waiting to feed their next victim. As she began to milk herself in ecstasy, I slowly closed the door and shook my head at Katie. I quietly crept back to Katie and whispered
“Grab your shoes and anything you need, we leave now.” She nodded and go up to grab her things, I went to the front counter and slowly grabbed the car keys. As Katie and finished putting our shoes and were about to leave, Chris’s door swung open. We turned around to see the women that was Chris, her ripped button shirt still clung to her body but with her breasts exposed. Her boxer shorts were stretched to their limit as they tried to accommodate her new thighs and ass. The three of us stood there for what seemed like minutes before Katie made the first move.
“Chris?” she spoke softly, Chris began walking towards her, holding out her breasts.
“Please, you have to help me, I can’t relieve them myself” Chris pleaded to us.
“Chris, you’re sick, you have to fight it, and we can help you”
“Yes you will help me” Chris then squeezed her breasts, shooting streams of milk into Katie’s face
“NO!” I yelled, I ran and pushed Chris, getting some milk on myself, she stumbled back into her room and fell on her back. I slammed the door shut and put a chair under the door knob.
“Come on, we need to get out of here” I grabbed Katie and ran outside to the car.
“Mike, I….I think some of it got into my mouth...”
“Don’t say that, no it didn’t, you’ll be fine, and we just need to get out of the city.” I put her into my truck and closed the door, I then got in the driver’s seat, started the engine and drove off. As I drove, I was shocked by what I saw. There was infected women everywhere, some were wondering aimlessly, some were banging on doors, trying to get into the uninfected inside, and others were suckling other infected.
“This can’t be happening, what could cause this?” I asked in utter disbelief.
“How are you holding up?” I asked Katie
“Mike, I…..I…., it’s so hot, please stop.” I looked over to her and my heart sank. Her once B cup breasts were no beginning to over fill her t shirt, bouncing out as I drove onto a dirt road.
“Katie, I…”
“Don’t say anything, its….it’s not…..your fault” she breathed, I could tell the infection was already taking hold. Her breasts were now much larger and began to produce little white dots on her engorged nipples.
“Stop the car Mike” Katie was barely hanging on, I stopped the truck.
“Listen, we can still be together, if we can-“
“You know that won’t work, just let me out, I can’t infect you, just let me out, and go on without me.”
“Katie I-“
“It’s not your fault, I love you Mike.”
“I love you too,” I gave one last kiss before I unlocked the door. She opened the door and began to climb out, leaking breasts swinging and bouncing with every movement. She closed the door behind her and immediately fell to ground, masturbating and squeezing her new breasts. I turned the engine over and drove off, the last I saw of Katie was in my rear view mirror of her laying by the road, squirting milk into the air.
But that was months ago, but I had no idea what was in store for me. Apparently even getting milk on your bare skin infects you, it just takes longer for the infection to take hold. Now I look like this, I still have my mind, but I am full woman, with growing breasts.
Even after months, no one knows what it is. The few remaining laboratories that worked on it didn’t find anything, no virus, or bacteria, or fungus, or parasite, nothing. Some believed it was the wrath of an ancient goddess, others thought the government was simply wiping out the human race to make way for a new era. People began calling them “Milkers” and the Milker disease. I don’t know what’s true, but it doesn’t matter, I’m still infected and look like a porn star with a fat ass and wide hips. The only thing to come now was the huge, lactating breasts. I don’t know how long I have, thoughts of constant breastfeeding have already began to invade my mind. So I leave this letter, for anyone who finds it, don’t forget us, and good luck.
