(Warnings: Usage of terms like “cunt”, “cunt-boy”, “t-dick”. Reference to breasts and pregnancy. Potential usage of anatomical terms. If i missed anything let me know in the comments, I’m a cis guy so I might not be aware of everything that might be triggering.)
(Let me know what y’all think when you’re done! I haven’t written in a while, but this is a story that I’ve been thinking of since I stopped. I think I’ve put enough thought into it at this point to put it in writing, hope you enjoy ^_^ And if you know a place this would be appreciated, please crosspost it there! That would make my whole day)
As your day of work ends, you push a button releasing your breasts from their pumps and get up from your station, taking a minute to stretch. One of the Cunt-Boys from the next barn over passes by you and giggles, noting that your breasts are still leaking even after a whole day of pumping. You can’t stand the thought of another minute at the machines; you’ve been so sore since Mistress’ new supplements have been added to your diet, but you’re getting hungry, and the sun is going down. So, you prepare to head off to the chow-line for some dinner.