You are woken up in the middle of the night by your partner eagerly sucking on your breast. They insist on having milk to help them sleep, so you offer your other breast as well.
You sighed, picking out another shirt to change into before bed. It had been months since you weaned your baby off breastmilk, but your boobs didn't seem to care. They seemed to produce milk as though you had never stopped feeding the kid in the first place. In fact, due to the constant feeling of being engorged, your already rather large breasts had swollen to nearly double the size you had been at your biggest.
And, now that you weren't pumping anymore, meant your breasts constantly leaked through your shirt. You had read all there was available online about curbing milk production and tried every trick in the book with little results.
The only thing that did any good was sleep.
You would go to sleep with massive, throbbing mammaries that leaked for ages, but when you woke up, your boobs were a manageable size and wouldn't leak for at least four hours.
"I just don't get it," you told your husband, pulling a shirt over your head. Unsurprisingly, the tight shirt got stuck around your swollen breasts and caused a thin shot of milk to spurt out from pressing against it. Yet another shirt your engorgement had sized you out of.
Your husband just admired you from the bed. "Maybe you're just... meant to make milk."
His voice had nearly growled the word.
I spun around, my massive mammaries swinging and stopping with a bounce. "Have you been... drinking my breast milk at night?"
He looked guilty as hell, and my nipples hardened at the thought. I sat down beside him on the bed. "Really?"
It was nearly a whimper. My glands throbbed, reminding me what tome it was. Ordinarily, I woukd be asleep now, and...
I pulled my shirt up, letting both breasts drop. My super pink nipples squirted a hello as the weight of my milk can crashing down.
"Well... get to it then."
Like an obedient pup, my husband nodded. He got off the bed and onto his knees, lowering himself below my engorged breasts. The moment his lips had contact, there was instant relief. He tugged on my nipple in his mouth, plating with the fatty meat of my teat in his teeth.
I pressed him closer, snaking my hand through his hair with one hand and reaching into his boxers with the other.
Milk me, and I'll milk you.
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