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Patreon Prompt 98
🕑 Added 2021-11-19 15:58:27 +0000 UTCPrompt: A couple is offered a challenge from an eccentric obese woman, one who produces an absurd amount of lactate. Whoever can chug down the most of her milk before getting full wins $10,000, the promise of money alone springs the man and women into competing with each other.
“Last chance to agree to split it,” Otto said, walking alongside his girlfriend down the gilded hallway.
“Not in a million years,” Syliva replied, pushing open the double doors to reveal a sort of throne room.
Sitting upon a chair wide enough to be considered a couch was a woman named Drayla draped in a sparkling, blue dress that showed off each and every fold of her obese body. Upon seeing the couple step into her chamber, she grasped the top of her dress and shimmied it down. With nothing left in the way, her breasts were left to freely rest against her belly. Considering that each boob was about the size of a medicine ball, Otto and Syliva kept having to remind themselves of the $10,000 cash prize they would receive should they win.
“Go on, get in there!” the Drayla shouted, her smile only growing wider as the couple climbed up her belly. Helping the two get into the right position, she held up hand. “On my mark, get set, go!”
Clasping their lips tightly around Drayla’s nipples, Ottis and Sylvia began to suckle like babies. Their efforts flooded their mouths with a torrent of breast milk that caressed their tongues with their sweetness. The taste and promise of cash helped the two of them to ignore the way their bellies swelled up with each gulp. After only a few minutes of sucking, Ottis and Syliva’s guts broke free of their clothes to rest against their human dairy cow. Continuing to drink became difficult as their bellies bloated in size to match that of the very breasts they drank from. Wobbling upon their massive stomachs, Ottis and Sylvia drank until the last few drops of milk were sucked out of the eccentric woman.
“Impressive,”Drayla said, reaching out to run her fingers across the pair’s guts. “I’ve never had a pair drain me like that. Since I can’t really tell who won, I have a proposition.”
“Which is…?” Ottis asked.
“Become my permanent milk feeders,” she cheerily announced.
“What’s the pay?” Sylvia asked.
“$10,000 a day, for each of you.”
“Deal!” Ottis and Sylvia answered, the idea of their expanding bank accounts overwhelming any indigestion they felt from their swollen stomachs.
