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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Worm_-_Wildbow
  Relationship:
      Taylor_Hebert/Aisha_Laborn
  Character:
      Taylor_Hebert, Skitter, Imp_-_Character, Aisha_Laborn
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, Yuri, Crack, Lacation, unaware_sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-30 Words: 1681
****** Imp's 100% Natural Milk ******
by WestOrEast
Summary
     After Taylor is exposed to a Tinker's shady new formula, her breasts
     start getting heavier and heavier. She deals with it as best she can,
     until one day Imp decides to pay an unannounced visit to her leader's
     headquarters.
Notes
     This is so cracky I don't know where to begin explaining this.
“I’ll have the supplies in by tomorrow afternoon. If that’s all, Sierra, then I
think it’s time for us to go to bed.” My assistant nodded and we both stood up
to go to our rooms. I climbed the stairs to my quarters, and made sure to lock
the door behind me. Turning on the light, I grabbed my equipment, and tossed it
onto my bed.
The door opened and a black girl in a mask entered my room.
Working my way out of my costume, I was left in the bicycle shorts and sports
bra I wore underneath. Pulling my bra up as well, I sat on the bed and started
to work on pumps for the milking machine. As I ran the lube around the rim to
ensure an airtight seal, I thought about the completely ridiculous way this had
happened.
The girl started laughing.
A couple months ago, back in February, an asshole of a Tinker named Nurture had
come into Brockton Bay to wait for the heat to die off of her. But she couldn’t
keep her hands to herself, and had a lab accident. Everyone within a block of
her slapdash lab had gotten exposed to the witches’ brew she had been making.
This sadly, included me. The PRT had quickly arrested her, and let us go, as
her testimony and lab notes showed that nothing bad was going to happen to us.
Well, that just shows what she knew.

About a week afterwards, I got up one morning and noticed that my breasts were
aching. I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but by the next day it the
itching hadn’t died down, and my bra was fitting a little tightly. I figured
out pretty quick who was responsible, but didn’t really feel like going to the
hospital over it. I knew that was going to be my only chance to get bigger
breasts, even if the rest of me would still be ugly verging on plain. Even
better Emma and her group hadn’t noticed. I just quietly went out and bought
some bigger bras, then again as I went to a C-cup.

Of course, I knew I wouldn’t have been so pleased with my new assets if I were
a forty year old man, like the guy who ended up in the news for trying to break
Nurture’s legs with a baseball bat at her court appearance. But looking at my
mom, I knew how lucky I was to finally have a feature that made me look
feminine, even if it came with some downsides. Speaking of which-

I finally got the pump ready, and attached the tube to my left breast, making
sure the connection was airtight. Sighing to myself, I started squeezing the
air bladder to get the pump working. It was less that milking myself hurt, and
more that it was tedious and uncomfortable. It had been worse before the
trainyard, but now it was just twenty minutes of the day I had to waste. I
sighed to myself as the milk level in the bottle slowly rose. This is so
goddamn boring!


Man, doesn’t Taylor ever have any fun? Imp was thoroughly disappointed in what
she found when following Skitter around for the day. She’d been hoping for a
mix of vicious violence against villians, and steamy lesbian make-out sessions
with her minions. Instead, it was just doing paperwork, and reassuring a bunch
of whiners in her territory. As Taylor climbed the stairs to her secret lair,
Aisha decided to see what was up there. Man, unless there’s something real
kick-ass up there, I’m going to go harass bro.

As Aisha opened the door, she saw Taylor sliding out of the tight costume she
wore. Oh yeah, baby! Take it off, take it off! Skitter, or Taylor, Imp
supposed, since she was half naked now, started fiddling with some doohickey on
the bed. After laughing at the thought of her boss being a closet nudist, Imp
decided to check out Taylor’s dresser, hoping that there would be some porn
mags in the drawers or something.

Sighing in disappointment at only finding clothing, Aisha turned back around to
Taylor. She had some kind of hose attached to her left breast, and was
rhythmically squeezing a pump. Imp leaned in closer, and could see thin white
streaks of milk coming out of her. Whoa, who knew Bug Girl was so kinky! Oh, I
bet she collects it and uses on her cereal and stuff. Aisha leaned in closer to
get a better view, and when that didn’t satisfy her, sat on Taylor’s lap.

Running her fingers around the rim of the hose got Taylor to twitch at the
feeling, before going back to pumping herself dry. After a few minutes, Taylor
stopped and unhooked the pump from her breast. As she went to hook up her right
breasts, a thought struck Imp.I wonder how her milk tastes? I better find out.

Pushing Taylor’s hands down, Imp tossed her mask onto the floor, and lowered
her head. Getting her lips around Taylor’s nipples, she gently sucked. Nothing
happened at first, and then a small hint of flavor worked its way into Imp’s
mouth.

Oh, oh wow. Momma Imp needs more of this! Suckling even harder, Aisha got a
full stream of the milk in her mouth before she had to pause. Swallowing, she
felt the warm liquid working its way down her throat. Man, this is even better
than sucking off Alec! Scooting off Taylor’s lap for a minute, Aisha slid back
on so that she was directly facing Taylor. Wrapping one arm around her waist,
Aisha started massaging Taylor’s spare breast with her other hand while
continuing to suck on Taylor’s teat. Another spurt of milk filling Aisha’s
mouth just motivated her to suckle even more.


What the hell? I had just finished draining the milk out of one breast, when my
other one started feeling good. Like, really good. Even better than those times
I touched myself when thinking of Brian good. I had gasped, and raised my arms
to figure out why, but halfway up, I just lowered them again. The pleasure
started feeling even better, and I could feel my crotch growing wet in
response. As my breathing got heavier, my other breast started to feel good
too. A moan escaped my throat, and I could feel my arousal start to soak
through my shorts. I started to fall backward, and put my arms out to catch
myself.

As the pleasure mounted, I felt my pussy spasm and try to clamp down around
some non-existent fingers. I let out another moan verging on a scream, and the
pleasure didn’t decrease at all. My right breast felt so good! Leagues better
than my milker, and I could feel the milk being drawn out of it. My left breast
felt amazing as well, like phantom fingers were caressing and squeezing it. As
I felt myself climb to another orgasm, my arms gave out, and I collapsed onto
the bed.


Imp couldn’t believe how much milk Taylor had stored up in her breast. She just
kept sucking and sucking, and it seemed like there was always more to be had.
She had to lean forward as Taylor leaned back, and Aisha could feel her nipples
start to harden against her bra. She made certain that Taylor’s other breast
wasn’t left out of the fun, squeezing the nipple, and running it through her
fingers. She smirked to herself as Taylor started to moan in unison with
Aisha’s sucking. Who would have thought that Miss Hard Ass had so many adorable
moans in her?

Finally, Taylor’s arms gave out, and she fell onto the bed. Riding her down,
Imp just kept on sucking and massaging, although her new position meant her
thigh was pressed against Taylor’s crotch. God above, she’s soaked! I can feel
it even through my leggings! Well, if she likes it so much… Imp started to
press more firmly against Taylor’s pussy while continuing to assault her
breasts.

Aisha laughed to herself as she felt the dampness against her thigh suddenly
increase, and then again. So that’s at least twice I’ve made the Spider Queen
cum, and I get a fucking delicious meal out of it.

Eventually, too soon for Imp’s taste, hah! I am a master comedian, the flow of
milk slowed down and finally stopped. Even a few more minutes of sucking didn’t
get anything more out of Taylor. Rolling off her, Imp sprawled on the bed, and
cradled her belly. Uff, I feel full. After a few minutes resting, Aisha go to
her feet and slowly walked out the door, before turning back to grab her mask.
As she was about to go down the stairs, she turned back to the room

“Well, Taylor, I will definitely patronize your services again. That was the
best meal I’ve had in a good while. If you don’t want me to, just say
something. No? Okay, be seeing you this time tomorrow!” As Aisha waddled down
the stairs, she thought about whether she should save some for Alec to try.
Mmmm, maybe we can talk her into a threesome. I get one breast, Alec gets the
other, and we see who can make her scream the loudest.


I lay on the bed twitching for about half an hour, my mind surrounded by pink
clouds as the aftershocks of whatever the hell that was roiled through me.
Finally, I got myself lying properly on the bed, head on pillow and everything.
What the hell was that? Milking myself had never felt so good before. I was
certain that I had orgasmed at least four times, and the most pleasure I’d ever
gotten out of milking before was a certain lightness as the milk drained out of
me. Now my right breast felt emptier than ever before, and my bicycle shorts
were soaked through from all the times I had come.

Whatever the hell just happened, I hope it happens again.
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