Sample – Cream: Three Milky Fantasies

Cream

“Yuki!” Cross exclaimed happily, depressing the plunger and untying the strip of silk she used to aid in her search for a usable vein. She stood and crossed to Yuki, hips swinging as she towered above Yuki, four-inch black patent heels clicking as she walked. She embraced Yuki, burying her face in Professor Cross’s ample chest, holding her tight against her until Yuki returned the embrace, albeit with less enthusiasm than the red-haired professor.

Cross held Yuki by the shoulders at arm’s length, angling to examine Yuki from all sides.

“Fascinating,” Cross whispered to herself. “Have you noticed any difference in the way your clothes fit, or your balance? Anything?””

“No,” Yuki said, suspicious but feeling a comfortable warmth radiate out from her belly.

“Something wrong?” Cross asked, guiding Yuki by the shoulder to the long couch in the office. Yuki barely noticed the door close and automatically lock behind them.

“I, uh, I was wondering about yesterday.”

“Oh? What about?”

Cross sat close beside Yuki, an arm on her shoulder, that warmth that Yuki had felt before now growing more insistent, less a reassuring sense of peace than an echo of hunger that seemed to focus and grow more distinct rather than fade. Yuki unconsciously removed her buckled dress shoes and let them fall to the floor beneath her as she tucked her legs under her on the couch, leaning more heavily against Cross.

“I don’t remember much. I remember coming here and then…”

“And then you woke up?” Cross said, kissing the top of her head as she stroked Yuki’s dark, smooth hair.

Yuki nodded against Professor Cross, realizing that her cheek was rubbing over the swelling tip of Cross’s nipple.

“Shhh… it’s fine, sweetie. I know you must feel a little scared, but that’s a side effect we can’t avoid. The good news is, you won’t have to feel that way for long.”

“What do you mean?” Yuki asked, finding her own voice weak and soft as she spoke. Yuki’s cheek had not stopped moving, caressing the nub beneath the blouse, unable to resist the urge to feel the stroke against her skin.

“Poor thing, your brain is a battlefield, now. Does the name Mizuki mean anything to you?”

Yuki gasped as she heard the name, a sensation like tumblers in her brain turning until they settled into new pathways, but still Yuki was aware, clinging to something like reason in the whirlwind of sensation and desire.

“Of course it does, that’s your name after all,” Cross cooed to the girl in her arms, the small girl’s frame twisting against her, mouth opening and closing as her cheek pressed against Cross’s breast, legs extending and curling beneath her as Yuki’s hands clung to the older woman. “But Yuki doesn’t want to give up just yet, and you are very young. Still so much to learn, so much growing to do. For now, just let Mommy feed Mizuki.”

Yuki groaned loud at the last four words, another tumbler in her brain twisting open. She glanced down at herself, wondering how she had come to wear these clothes, covering up the one thing she loved most – her body.

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