Milkers
Sam pulled out of David’s arms to take his shirt off. He tossed it aside and puffed out his chest with a smile.
“What do you think?”
“So hot,” said David, grabbing the large rounded pecs Sam was so proud of. “Just a beautiful pair of milkers.”
Sam laughed. “Milkers?”
“I think that’s what they should be called.” David rubbed at the neatly trimmed hair covering Sam’s chest.
“I don’t know, it kind of sounds like…” He trailed off as David pulled his hands back, covered in short dark hairs which he brushed off onto the floor. “What the hell?” He looked down at himself. His pecs were bare and smooth like they had just been freshly waxed. He ran his fingers over them and his eyes widened. “Oh man, they’re sensitive! What’s going on?”
David took Sam’s hands and held them against the newly bare pecs, drawing a moan from the other man. “You’re becoming what you were meant to be,” he said, watching the tips of two little white horns peek out of Sam’s hair.
Sam’s chest was tingling with pleasure as David rubbed Sam’s fingers over it. It was hard to focus as a happy warmth filled his chest and his cock jumped in his briefs.
“David…” he said. “This isn’t…”
“Shh,” said David. “Just relax and enjoy it.” He used Sam’s hands to rub circles on Sam’s nipples and Sam’s head roll back as he moaned. “There you go. Let it ease into you. Relax and enjoy the sensation of these huge, fat, growing, swelling tits.”
Sam looked down again to see that they were indeed growing. Spreading both outward and forward, his nipples plumping into big pink nubs. He looked up. “David!” he gasped.
“Easy, boy,” said David. He released Sam’s hands and used his own to tweak nipples the size of thimbles.
“Oooooh!” Sam moaned.
David smiled. He held his fingers up to show Sam the little trickles of white liquid on them. He licked his left index finger clean. “Delicious,” he said.
“Is that from… Meeeeeee!” Sam cried out as David’s fingers attacked his nipples again. His torso shook from the intense sensation, and he noticed through his fog of ecstacy that he could hear a sloshing sound coming from the two wobbling pillows of his chest.
David poked the left one with a finger. A spurt of milk arced through air.
“Mmmmmmm…” sighed Sam. He was losing the battle with delirium. “so full… So much pressure…”
“You’re going to make the best milk Sam. The sweetest, creamiest milk. I’ll milk you every day, I promise, as often as you need. I’m going to take really good care of you.” David pressed his palms flat against Sam’s chest and pushed. A spurt of milk came out of each side and it felt like an orgasm in Sam’s chest.
“Mooooooooooooo!”
