wish I was visited by an alp each night, one that was determined to make me lactate so it could then drink its fill
I have the sensation of something heavy on my chest, vague terror, something I completely lack control over, and every morning I wake up and my nipples are sore and hard, my breasts feeling swollen
I stop wearing shirts to bed, thinking I must be rubbing my nipples against the fabric or getting tangled and straining myself somehow
It keeps getting worse though, and sometimes I wake up enough to see a flash of eyes, the shape of a hat, a dark silhouette, that crushing pressure and being unable to move, though I can never see much of it
My nipples darken and lengthen, my areola enlarging, they feel so sensitive and sore, though when I go to the doctor they can't find anything wrong with me aside from a lack of sleep and they tell me it's just sleep paralysis
So they send me home with pills and orders to sleep as much as possible, try and relax and have good "sleep hygiene" and it should stop
I don't know what's happening to me, I have so many conflicting feelings, but sleep paralysis does seem the most likely option and I figure it's just hormonal shifts because of the stress my body is under causing the changes. The medication seems to make it worse, though-- I'm sleeping for longer, but I feel more tired than ever, my tits feel even more swollen and sensitive, my nipples throbbing almost constantly, but I keep going because I'm supposed to trust my doctor
When the milk finally comes in though, I know it has to be something, and the sleep paralysis changes then. I swear I can feel it, even if I can't see past the hat, feel the long tongue, the sharp teeth, the inhuman sucking of its mouth, greedy for my milk and a new kind of glee to its attentions
I try and roll, try and throw it off me in my sleep, but my body won't listen at all, it feels so heavy and I can barely think, my thoughts dripping away like water down a drain every time I try and draw them together
And then it... starts getting even worse
I can feel it getting aroused, and it isn't long before it realises just how powerless I am, and it starts fucking me while it drains my tits, and I just have to lay there, letting it, crying and yelling in my mind but my body no more responsive than a blow up doll filled with milk
When I wake in the morning, my sheets are always soaked with milk and my underwear (if I wear any) and my thighs are slick with cum
During the day I can never bring myself to touch my tits more than absolutely necessary, it feels wrong, and it's like it makes it more real. By the time I go to bed, it means they're aching and swollen, and I just try and tell myself that what I read online says that I need to avoid milking them in order to get the milk to dry up, to tell my body it's not needed
If only the nocturnal visitor that made me like this would get the memo...
I start sleeping more and more, napping through the day and at night, and more often than not, the creature comes for me, or my body just goes into paralysis and all I can focus on is the throbbing and leaking from my nipples and my pussy
The milk doesn't dry up though, not at all. It keeps increasing. Every time I try and go back to the doctor, I fall asleep before I can leave. It's like I have narcolepsy, but it feels... too directed. It's like the creature doesn't want anything to stop it from drinking its fill and using me, and now that it's... fed on me enough... it's like it can control me
And it doesn't want to let me go
My only consolation is that it at least wants me alive, if only for my milk...
I start dreading the day that my tits do dry up; will it just leave me alone then, or will something worse happen?
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