Page 8 of Getting His Fill (After Dark Taboo)

DOLLY

Weeks later

I woke up with a dull ache in my chest, my tits heavy and sore as if they’d been pulled taut overnight. Although my uncle had brought me to orgasm last night and relentlessly paid station to my breasts, this felt… different.

I winced as I sat up, the fabric of my nightgown brushing against my nipples, sending a shiver of discomfort down my spine.

I glanced down, and my breath caught—tiny wet spots stained the thin material right over my nipples.

What the hell? I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the warmth of my swollen breasts beneath my fingers.

They felt fuller, heavier, like they’d doubled in size overnight. I lifted my shirt and stared at my massive breasts, the blue veins visible under the taut skin. I squeezed a nipple gently, and a bead of witness pearled at the tip.

Oh my God. W-What is that?

My pulse quickened, confusion twisting with something else—something akin to confusion and realization mingling into one.

Seeing the doctor was, of course, at the forefront of my mind, but I felt like I knew what this was. But… that made no sense.

How could I have milk? I had never been pregnant, certainly wasn’t now, and I didn’t think women could spontaneously lactate. Could they?

I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. I dressed quickly, trying to ignore the strange feeling of my chest or the fact I was still leaking through my shirt. I tucked tissue between my cotton bra and breasts and hoped for the best.

After a quick breakfast, I made my way to the barn.

The sun was already high, casting a golden glow over the fields.

The cows were nowhere to be seen, but something else caught my eye—the milking machine in the corner.

It was gleaming, fresh from the factory new, and it, strangely enough, made me stop in my tracks.

My stomach tightened, my nipples tingling at the sight. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the heat pooling low in my belly. My thoughts were lewd and obscene.

“Dolly,” Uncle Brooks’s voice broke through my thoughts, smooth and deep. I turned to see him walking toward me, his shirt drenched from working for hours already, no doubt.

His muscles flexed with every step, and I didn’t miss how his eyes raked over me, lingering on my chest for longer than he ever had before.

I felt a flush creep up my neck, and as if his attention to my chest triggered something, I knew I was leaking through my shirt once again.

“Uncle Brooks,” I murmured, my voice shaky.

He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the earthy scent of his skin. “How are you feeling?” There was this weird tone in his voice, this deepness that turned me on.

I hesitated, wondering if I should bring up my concerns over what happened this morning–and still was–with my breasts. In the end, I didn’t trust anyone more than my uncle. “I… I think something is wrong. My breasts feel… weird, and their–”

“Leaking milk?” His voice was lower than I’d ever heard it, and there was no mistaking the pleasure laced in those two words.

He cupped my cheek, his thumb smoothing over my skin. “Come on inside. Let’s have a talk.”

Confusion filled me, but I followed him into the farmhouse, my heart pounding in my chest when he led me to the kitchen table.

“Sit down, Dolly,” he said, his tone firm but gentle. I obeyed.

He watched me for a moment before speaking. “You’ve been here a while now,” he began, his voice low. “Months.” I nodded. “And I’ve been taking care of you. Making sure you’re healthy. Strong.”

I nodded, thinking about the meals he cooked for me and the vitamins he gave me every night. “I know. I’m grateful, Uncle Brooks.”

His lips curved into a faint smile and took my hand, stroking my fingers. “You’re a good girl, Dolly. My good girl.”

His praise had my pussy dripping and my breasts tingling and feeling even heavier.

“But there’s something you need to know.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Those vitamins I’ve been giving you… they’re not just vitamins. They’re medicine. Hormones. I’ve been… preparing you.”

Everything in my body tightened, then stopped. My stomach dropped, a mix of fear and arousal swirling inside me. “W-What?” I didn’t know if I understood what he meant, but deep down, I knew. “Preparing me? For what?”

He lifted his other hand and brushed it over my collarbone.

I shivered. “For this,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to cup one of my full breasts, squeezing gently.

A gasp escaped my lips, my nipple hardening beneath his touch.

I felt my shirt dampen with the warm heat of liquid leaking from my tits.

“Your body’s ready, Dolly. Ready for me to milk you. ”

My mind spun, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me at his words. “Uncle Brooks?—”

“Shhh,” he whispered, moving his chair so he was right next to me, so he could brush his lips against my ear. “You’re perfect. My good girl. Aren’t you?”

I whimpered, my body betraying me as I nodded and closed my eyes.

“I know I crossed lines. I know I should have talked to you about what I was giving you, what those vitamins were.” He kept his hand on my breast and kneaded the mound. “But we’ve already crossed so many lines, baby girl. And I couldn’t bear it if you were too confused about what I wanted.”

“Yes… yes, Uncle Brooks.” I opened my eyes and stared at him, letting–hoping–he saw I wanted this. Did I pretend to know anything about what… this was? Did I act like I was familiar with the desires he had? No, but I wanted to experience everything with him.

He smiled, his hands moving to grip the bottom of my T-shirt, his movements slow as he undressed me and removed my bra, exposing my swollen breasts. They swayed slightly once freed, the weight of them pulling my nipples taut.

He leaned back, staring at them. “So big and full,” he groaned. “Look at that milk dripping from these big, red nipples.” He didn’t waste a second as he leaned in, his mouth closing around one and sucking hard.

A moan tore from my throat as warmth spread through me, centering right in my cunt. The longer he sucked, the more my milk flowed freely into his mouth, that pressure easing as he suckled me. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me and then pulling me closer so I sat on his lap.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured when he broke away, his tongue flicking against my nipple, lapping up the beads of milk that came out.

He switched to the other breast, sucking with the same intensity, his hands kneading my flesh. I was on fire, every nerve in my body burning with pleasure.

“Uncle Brooks, please…” I begged, my voice breaking.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “You want more, sweetheart?”

I nodded, desperate.

We moved until we stopped in front of the brand new milking machine, and I realized he must have expected I was ready for it because it was all set up.

“Uncle–”

“Shhh,” he said, my breath hitching as he guided me to the stool and positioned me in front of the machine.

“This is what I’ve prepped you for, baby. For us to find mutual pleasure in this,” he whispered, his hands working to attach the suction cups to my nipples.

When he turned it on, I gasped as they latched on and the suction started.

The machine pulled at the peaks with a soft, steady rhythm.

The sensation was overwhelming, my breasts painfully tingling as a rush of milk spilled out of me and flowed into the tubes.

My nipples were obscenely long, visible in the clear tubing, all red and swollen and pouring out milk.

Uncle Brooks watched me, his gaze locked on my tits with every pull of the machine.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

“So perfect. So fucking beautiful.” He pulled his cock out, the length thick and long and leaking pre-cum.

He started jerking off as he watched the machine suck the milk out my nipples.

I couldn’t lie. The sensation in my breasts and the sight of my uncle masturbating while watching me turned me on. I moaned and started rocking my hips against the stool as pleasure coursed through me. “Uncle Brooks… I need you…”

He stepped closer, his fingers wrapped around his girthy cock. “You need me to finally fuck you, Dolly? To fill up your pussy as your tits get drained?”

I closed my eyes and moaned, nodding before whispering, “Yes.” I gasped as the words fell from my lips, my body trembling, wanting to be filled by Uncle Brooks’s huge dick.

“Soon, baby. Let me watch your milkers getting drained a bit longer, and then I’ll fuck my good girl raw.”

This was wrong, but God, did it feel good.