Kinktober 2021: Day 5. Lactation

 

A soft happy moo escaped Teddy's lips as the warm white fluid flowed from his huge swollen nipples. 

When he'd first contracted the tg virus he'd  thought turning into a woman was the worst possible fate for a man's man like him. 

To be forced to watch as the disease ravaged his body. To see his powerful physique waste away over the weeks. Helpless to stop his new curves and feminine features as they developed day by day.

And true enough it was almost more than he could bear when his balls vanished inside his body to become ovaries leaving a constantly wet opening in their wake. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the shrunken remnant of his cock as it formed  the tender bud of a clit to crown his new pussy even if it's exquisite sensitivity made it hard to keep from touching it.

His slow uncomfortable transition to womanhood complete he consoled himself with the idea that at least the worst must be over. He may no longer be a man on the outside but he still had his male pride and not even the sight of the huge tits adorning his chest or the way his wide hips swayed when he walked could change that. Or so he thought.

Less than a day after his pussy finished forming he was sat at his computer looking for news of research into potential cures when he felt something damp spreading across his chest. Looking down he saw two dark patches centred on each of his nipples. With an annoyingly girlish squeal of surprise he yanked his top up to find the source of the liquid, his own breasts! He was lactating, like some dumb cow with fat udders. That was why his boobs had been so tender the last few days, he'd assumed it was just because they were new but obviously he'd been wrong.

He groan at this fresh development resolving to ignore it as much as possible, like the milk would just go away if he refused to acknowledge it. A stupid plan, he knew even as he made it. The virus, the body it had given him, they weren't some annoying neighbour he could just draw the curtains on. Sure enough, he was soon milking himself every few hours just to stay comfortable and his breasts were still getting bigger.

Worse than the physical changes were the strange new compulsions that came with it. He found himself mooing like a dairy cow every time he so much as touched his tits. Standing upright felt wrong and he resorted to crawling on all fours just to get around his apartment.

Overwhelmed by his altered body and rebellious mind something inside Teddy broke. His whole attitude changed, his personality shifting to become docile and submissive.

No longer able to fight his changes he longed more than anything for someone to come and take care of him. For a big strong bull of a man that would take control of his body and life. A man who would own him and mount him and, this last thought made his cunt ache with need even if the last vestige of his manhood quailed in fear of it. A man who would breed him.