Otherworld Girlboss Pervert

Maple gulped down the shot's worth of liquid. The flavor was a funky and bitter mixed-berry. She suppressed a gag and filled a glass of water to wash it down with.

Emma rested on the counter, presumably asleep inside her vial. Maple glanced at it. She'd seemed so tired earlier, Maple couldn't bring herself to wake her.

A warmth ran through Maple's body. Her breasts started to feel heavy and full. Her nipples stiffened. A drop of liquid leaked out and soaked into her bra. She gasped at how quick the potion was taking effect. She tore her shirt and bra off and grabbed the two sucking devices.

Before she even touched the first glass cup to her breast, it sucked her nipple in.

"Eek!"

A jet of milk was forced out of her nipple, and then another, and another and—she quickly turned the sucking frequency down. Each pump hurt just a little—the potion made her breasts a bit tender—so she turned the force down too before placing the second cup on her other nipple.

The two cups took turns sucking. Left, right, left, right. Each pump shot milk into the glass dome where it disappeared into the hose before trickling into the milk jug. Maple watched in awe. She sat stiffly, not yet used to the sensation.

"Ahh, this is so weird."

She laid back. Each pump sent a jolt of surprised pleasure through her as her nipples ejaculated milk. Each one felt better than the last. The jug wasn't even to the 50ml mark yet and she was already starting to squirm. The heat running through her body grew in intensity.

Her nipples felt great, but down below was a familiar ache and wetness that was getting hard to ignore. Was it hormones? She hadn't asked how the potion worked exactly. Maple gingerly tapped Emma's vial.

"Psst, Emma. You awake in there?"

Emma plopped out like a thick blue genie. She took in the room and then fixed her gaze upon Maple and smirked.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Look what I've gotten myself into now."

Maple grabbed her boobs and lifted them up an inch before dropping them. She felt a little silly, being milked, now that Emma was watching. A little self conscious.

On top of that was the shame from her growing arousal. Everyone said there was nothing weird about this, and now here she was about to lose her mind with horniness. Again.

The damp spot on her panties was growing. She had to stop herself from removing the rest of her clothes right then. That would be a bit much, even if there was almost zero chance Emma would object. Willpower, Maple.

Emma's eyes traced the hoses to the milking machine, and the knobs on it. Her jelly fingers twisted one, tripling the sucking frequency. Maple yelped.

"Ahh—too fast. Don't mess with those."

Maple knocked Emma's hand away and returned it to the lower speed. Emma grabbed her hand and moved in close. An amused smirk was on her face. She stared into Maple's eyes, causing her to blush. Maple looked away and Emma swooped in to kiss her cheek.

"Haha, hey. Wanna sit?"

Maple patted the reclining chair she was in and scooted over. Emma ignored her and instead leaned down over her chest. She tapped the glass dome around around one nipple and looked up at Maple.

"What, you want some? Of course you do. This is expensive stuff, you know? A whole silver per liter. Haha, here—don't get sucked in."

Maple popped one of the suckers off and held it away. A flutter went through her. Emma was about to drink her milk, straight from the source. Her face was flush from thinking about how much more intimate that was than having her nipples sucked normally.

A bead of milk rolled down the curve of her breast. Emma caught it with her tongue and then dragged a line back up to Maple's nipple. She stared up at her and slowly wrapped her mouth around it.

Maple's breathing was loud over the slight whir of the milking machine. Emma circled her areola with her warm tongue, but she hadn't sucked yet.

And then she did.

Milk shot into Emma's mouth. She opened her eyes wide in delight and she began sucking fervently. She moved her body on top of Maple's without breaking eye contact. Her hands began exploring Maple's exposed top-half.

She bit back a moan and stroked Emma's head. She looked so—content. Without a care in the world while she savored her milk.

"Haha, my blue baby. Um, how is it?"

Maple blushed down to her neck. How did her milk taste? Hopefully not bad. Truthfully, she hoped Emma liked it—she looked like she did—but that was just such a bizarre thing to think or say.

Or be turned on by.

Emma sucked harder and gave a big thumbs up. Maple smiled and ran her fingers through Emma's noodly hair.

"You're so cute."

Emma put a hand on the other glass dome and raised an eyebrow at Maple.

"Haha, noo. You can't drink all of it. Alright, let me taste too."

Emma freed Maple's stiff nipple from her mouth. Maple felt a pressure building up in her boob now that the milk wasn't being released. She tried to bend her neck down far enough to suck on it herself but couldn't reach.

"Aw, they're not quite big enough for that."

She examined it. What an odd experience. She squeezed her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, causing a spray of milk to hit Emma's face. Emma jumped back in surprise, the milk dripping down her face a few inches before being absorbed.

Maple laughed and then did it again. Emma opened her mouth wide and Maple aimed her shots. She got further and further away until Maple was shooting milk across a two foot gap.

"Hahaha, alright that's enough."

Maple moved to put the glass dome back on, but Emma stopped her. She brought her lips back down to it and sucked in a mouthful of milk.

"You're going to drink all the product, silly."

Emma shook her head and brought her mouth up to Maple's. She kissed her, and Maple understood as milk was pushed into her mouth. It swirled between both of their mouths as their tongues twisted around each other.

The taste wasn't bad. A little weaker than what she was used to. Oh was it hot to have it out of Emma's mouth though.

The Soap Slime pulled back and raised a finger. How about this?

She took in another mouthful of milk, but swallowed this time. She raised her nipple to Maple's mouth. Maple stared at it skeptically and laughed.

"Can you do that?"

Emma pushed it closer and Maple took it into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue a couple of times, and then sucked on it. Her mouth filled with milk.

It tasted a little different this time, and was ridiculously hot drinking it from Emma's breast. Maple squirmed and noticed how damp her panties were. She felt hot down there, and god was her hole begging to be filled already.

"I'm gonna take the rest of my clothes off, okay?"

Emma helped slip her pants off and Maple finally kicked the rest of her clothes to the floor.

"Mm. Quietly, okay?"

Emma nodded and melted herself around Maple. Her body pressed firmly against her crotch. She absorbed the juices leaking out while stroking and sucking Maple's lips and clit.

"Mmf, I love how you feel against me."

She fully enveloped Maple's lower-half. Her body was thicker and less malleable without a tub of water around it, but she was still able to push a cock into each of Maple's holes. She kept her head formed and went back to sucking milk out of Maple's nipple.

Without anything else fun to grab, Maple stroked Emma's head. She kept tightening up around Emma's two cocks, and then gasping in pleasure.

Emma's cocks swelled up larger as she thrust more fiercely. Maple put a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Everyone else was going to think she was a pervert if they heard her.

Emma brought an arm up, the end of it was a cock rather than a hand. She gently pressed it against the hand blocking Maple's mouth. It moved away, and her cock slipped inside.

Maple's moans were muffled by the cock filling her mouth and throat. Emma then pushed a fourth cock into Maple's hand. She stroked it obligingly. She never made this many.

A fifth appeared in her other hand.

A sixth cock used both of Maple's feet. Desperation was in Emma's eyes as she pounded Maple's holes and pleasured herself with Maple's body.

"Mmffhfhn—"

Pure pleasure washed through Maple. Liquid gushed out of her pussy and hit Emma as she squirted. That only agitated the Slime even more. Her cocks throbbed against Maple. She squeezed down hard as the cocks in her grew even thicker.

When Maple's first orgasm ended, she activated [Futa Transformation].

Emma took her cock in and formed a pussy around it, already convulsing around Maple and trying to suck her dry.

The nipple fell out of her mouth and a look of pure pleasure plastered her face. The sight of her O face put Maple on the edge again. All six of Emma's cocks and her pussy came at once. Her body lost even more cohesion as she convulsed against Maple.

[Telepathic Orgasms] activated. Maple joined Emma and added to her pleasure with her own orgasm. She was cumming harder than usual as she filled Maple's mouth, vagina, and anus while the two cocks in Maple's hands shot blue cum all over her face and chest.

The milk jug was only at 500ml. They took a short rest and then continued until the milk flow stopped.

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"Phew, that was fun. Are you exhausted again? Haha."

Emma nodded, her body a sloppy puddle cuddling Maple.

They'd made a mess of the room, but Emma cleaned it easily before retreating to her bottle for another nap. Just 1200ml of milk was in the jug. Emma drank about a silver's worth before it ever reached the bottle, she reckoned.

With one final look-around, Maple rang the bell. A knock came a couple minutes later. Maztaran's face was one of surprise. His head actually bobbed backward before he composed himself. Blushing, Maple checked the room behind her thinking she might have missed a spot, or that he had heard them.

"No, erm, troubles Miss Maple?"

"Um, no? What do you mean? I'm done though. There's uh, a little less than you said..."

The term 'shrinkage' came to mind. It was technically correct, but she didn't want to actually admit her girlfriend drank half the product. Those potions had to cost SuQ Dairy something. Maztaran just shook his head.

"Not to worry, that's normal for your first time. And just I meant that most of our milk donors can experience a little bit of a hormonal shift during the milking process. It's entirely normal and we have staff on-hand, other Succubi and Incubi like myself, who are more than happy to assist with—"

"Please, just stop with the corporate roundabout way of talking. Just say what you mean directly."

Maztaran wiped his brow and started over.

"Excuse me, Miss Maple. What I mean is, it's common to become aroused from the potion and the milking process. We offer one-on-one assistance when it's requested, if that is direct enough for your preference."

Maple frowned.

"Why didn't you tell me that was a side effect to begin with? Were you just expecting I'd ring the bell to request your 'assistance'?"

"It was mentioned in the contract, Miss Maple, as one of the benefits accessible to you. You do have my humblest apolo—I mean—I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I just didn't want to frighten you off again. It looks like it went fine, though? It's rare, but not everyone is affected in that manner."

He knew. To think she'd felt guilty over it and blamed her classes. She scowled at him.

"Whatever, just pay me so I can go."

"Of course."

One silver and four coppers. Not bad for just having sex with her girlfriend. She felt a little misled, but at least now she knew what to expect. It was a good thing she'd brought Emma along.

"Wait at least two days before coming back if you're worried about growth. Oh and you probably don't want to come here on the weekend. Those are tour days."

Oh yeah. Dragirth mentioned those too.

"What's tour day?"

"They're the two days a week most advertised to the general public, it's a day when—er, sorry, I'll get to the point. We have public rooms which you might think of as closer to a brothel. Our milk donors are able to utilize those rooms any day they want to make extra coin, but tour days are when they're used the most. I must emphasize, it is not a brothel. We don't dictate what services you offer nor what you charge. We just facilitate and earn money off the milk you sell, which you set the price of. Anything above the internal price we set, you get to keep. A lot of our affiliates don't do anything except look enticing and sell milk to direct buyers."

"Hm, alright. Thanks for actually explaining it."

Maple left after that, still a little angry. Sasha also hadn't mentioned the place was basically a brothel, in part, and would be getting a piece of her mind about withholding information.