Yes. The book starts out innocently enough, a familiar story of princess asleep for a hundred years in a castle. He never volunteered what happened to it, I never asked. The milk is a sign of your progress, a testament to how well you’re embracing your new existence.” His fingers trace the curve of my breast, and I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with satisfaction. “You’re doing wonderfully,” he says, his tone laced with control. My body trembles as the machine works its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. I can feel myself getting closer, the familiar tingling sensation spreading through my core. Master had put the nipple suckers on me. My body trembles as the machine works its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. “But I suppose maybe it was stress.” His fingers brush against my nipple, sending a shiver down my spine. The machine continues to work its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. “Birth control,” he’d called them, but now the truth feels painfully obvious. The master’s fingers move to my clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he watches my response. I gasp as the machine begins to work, the sensation unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.
