Quickie #2: Magic Milk

First one went alright, let's try another one!

Prompt: Soft and cosy subby Trans lesbian lactation! (I might have made the milky one the domme here but both are trans lesbians and one is a sub so I hope this counts!)

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“When is it supposed to start working?” Tracy said. Her golden head rested in Jane’s lap, looking up at her naked chest. HRT had done wonders for Jane, giving her a beautiful set of natural breasts, but there was one thing it stubbornly refused to give her. Something the special pill she took was supposed to help with.

Jane looked down at the woman resting against her thigh and ran a hand through her gorgeous hair. “Patience, sweetheart, patience. My witch friend said it’s a potent formula. Should take effect before you know it.”

Tracy nodded. “You excited?”

“Of course! I’ve always wanted to try this. One of the wonders of being a hot girl, y’know? Glad you’re into this too.” She punctuated the statement with a kiss to her forehead.

And her wishes were answered: Jane’s breasts began to glow. Her mouth formed an O as the change overtook her, filling her chest with an ethereal warmth. Her nipples stiffened, forming little pencil erasers, then kept going. They elongated out, much to Jane’s surprise, and were soon followed by the rest of her breasts. They weren’t small before, but they eclipsed their previous cup size and eased out of her like she’d been holding her breath her whole life. Soon they were weighing her down, and she had to lean back to keep from tipping over!

“She didn’t tell me they’d do that,” she said, running a finger around the edge of her nipple and inhaling sharply. They were so sensitive!

“May I?” Tracy asked. Her eyes were locked onto the glow in Jane’s flesh. She licked her lips, her naked interest unable to be concealed.

“Wait for it, dear, it won’t be long until…oh gosh,” she said, words turning to moans. As Tracy watched, the first beads of milk appeared around Jane’s plumped nipples. The girl in Jane’s lap watched it trail down the curve of her engorged breast like a hungry animal. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay, you can have some.”

Tracy latched on with a little too much enthusiasm. Teeth nipped at Jane’s nipple, forcing a gasp from her.

“Sorry!” she said. Jane laughed.

“It’s all good sweetie. Now drink up, I’m filling to bursting here.” She tilted her burgeoning breast down toward Tracy, who tried to latch on slowly, mindful of her teeth. Gently now, she began to suckle.

The first little spurt of milk hit her tastebuds and Tracy’s whole world changed. It was the most wonderful thing she’d ever let into her mouth, and she wanted more. Lots more. The size of each gush increased, and the nursing woman had to work to swallow and keep up with the increased flow.

“Mng~” Jane moaned, pulling back a little, “Let’s switch it up, hmm? One’s getting a little too full.” She pointed to her other breast, which was now streaming its creamy contents down in a little river. Tracy eagerly switched breasts, shifting herself up a little and making Jane aware of the obvious tenting in her girlfriend’s skirt. Pulling it back, it revealed her adorable little cock was painfully hard. She reached over and began to stroke, much to Tracy’s surprise

“Shh…just relax and drink, dear. Let me take care of you.” Tracy complied, like a good girl, and soon Jane had a smooth, slow rhythm going. “And don’t worry about holding back. Just let anything that wants to happen, happen.”

Tracy wanted to nod, but that might interrupt the flow of creamy milk, so she settled on a little noise of contentment. Other needs built, but they were much less important. She suckled and suckled and felt her tummy fill and fill. Holding onto her control didn’t matter. All that matters was the milk, and being a good girl.

When Tracy came, it was a gentle release. Little squirts of thin fluid moistening Jane’s talented fingers. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, disappearing into her grip.

“There’s a good girl,” she praised, deftly milking her girlfriend to completion as she drained her tit of its magical milk. As the last dregs of alabaster emptied into Tracy’s mouth, she pulled off the nipple, a placid smile on her face.

“Fuck…that was so good…I almost want more.”

Jane beamed, shifting her position to ease pressure on the lump between her legs. “Well, there’s something else that might need draining~”