Heavy Petting

13. Garonn

13

GARONN

S he is so beautiful. And soft. Her little body is filling out nicely. Her hips are broadening, and her bust is certainly growing. Her breasts are twice the size they were this morning, and it’s hard to keep from staring when I look at her. Like two full, ripe melons, they jostle between her arms, as she crawls about the kitchen floor, rubbing against my leg while I prepare my meal.

She’s taken her fill directly from my cock all day, and I absolutely love it, even if I do feel rather drained. I’m going to increase my food intake until she’s ready for milking, so I can keep up with her sexual demands. And mine. I can hardly keep myself from wanting to come — even more than she needs me to.

She rises onto her knees and tries to look at what I’m cooking. I pluck a roasted berry from the dish and hold it in front of her, lifting it just out of her reach when she tries to snatch it. “ Ah . Behave, Pet.”

She plunges her fuzzy little eyebrows downward, but then she sits back on her heels, bends her wrists in begging mode , and opens her mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” I pop the fruit in her mouth and let her lick my fingers clean. I stroke her chin and neck, and when she leans her head to the side to give me more access, slide my hand downward to cup her breast.

Her tissues feel heavier and denser than they did before. It won’t be long now, I don’t think; all of the cum she’s swallowed is starting to take effect. Her nipples are bigger too. Delightfully so. I give one a light tug, and she squeezes her thighs together.

I can smell her increasing arousal. Her scent has been tempting me all day, and the sight of her... I’ve had her follow me around the house like a good little pet, but I glean just as much satisfaction from sending her ahead and walking behind her. Her cunt gets so wet, and I love to see it shining. I also like to see it covered in my seed, and I’m dangerously close to forcing myself inside her tight little fuck-hole, so I can watch my cum drip from her while she crawls around.

Vah-nyah rubs against my thigh and licks at the pre-seminal fluids leaking from my cock.

I grunt softly and turn off the stovetop. She’s as insatiable as I feel, but I’m not sure how much more I can exert myself without adding her milk to my diet. I’m ejaculating too often, and my fruit and gruel meals no longer sustain me the way they once did.

I glance at the jar of blue lactation fruits that were stocked in my pantry. It’s not time to give them to her yet, but I should check how close she is and take steps to make the transition easy for her. I’m meant to massage her milk ducts to stimulate them, apply the skin-elasticity lotion so her sudden growth won’t cause her discomfort, and get her familiar with the pumping machine, so she’s ready to go the moment she begins lactating.

Eager to explore this new aspect of her care, I make quick work of my dinner and lead her down the hall to the milking room. This grand house has everything I could possibly need to care for any kind of human pet I could have acquired.

Vah-nyah stalls in the doorway when she sees the milking station, and I watch the pulse in her neck bouncing at speed. Her eyes flash in every direction, while she takes it all in. She’s nervous.

“Don’t be scared, Pet,” I say softly. “ Come .” I pat my thigh twice and point to the floor in front of me.

Used to the command, Vah-nyah crawls closer and kneels at my feet.

“ Perfect .” I run my fingertips up her dainty throat, and then guide her chin toward the platform and the machine. “This is your milking station. You will come to love it,” I assure her. “The handbook says it will bring you much relief when your breasts are full of milk. It is said they will ache if left to swell too long, but we will avoid that as much as possible by developing a good routine, as the book suggests. It also says that many hucows come to enjoy their milking time very much, and I will do my best to make sure that is true for you. Now come.” I pick her up from the floor and slot her head between the padded crush bars that will hold her in place on the platform. “I’ll show you there is nothing to be afraid of.” I flip down the bar that keeps her from backing out, pull down the upper bar that rests on her back, and lock it in place so she can’t move upward either.

“These bars are here for your safety,” I say, patting her fine rump. “I can’t have you damaging yourself by moving around too much.” I walk to the front and kiss her head. “Next, I turn on the suction.” I show her the pumping cups and flip on the switch. “These attach to your teats here, like so.”

She tries to baulk, but the bars keep her perfectly contained, and I easily access her breasts despite her resistance. I suction a nipple into each cup and watch her body push against the metal frame.

Her mouth falls open in a gasp, and she doesn’t close it. Instead, she whimpers and rocks her hips like she does when she wants to come. She’s enjoying the suction.

I power it up, and the scent of her arousal fills the air. I move behind her, and sure enough, her gorgeous little human cunt is gushing . I dip my head to her hindquarters, collect a big swash of her sweetness on my tongue, and swallow it down with a satisfied rumble.

“Pet for dessert, is it?” I say with a grin. I lash at her cunt with my tongue until she’s panting and calling for her master in her begging voice.

“I’m right fucking here, Pet.” I straddle her milking frame and stand so close behind her barred-in back-end, my thighs brush against the backs of hers. I shuffle slightly away again, angle my shaft to press the big head of my monster cock to her cunt, and then lean in, to stretch the opening of her tight little fuck-hole.

I barely get anywhere before she’s crying out and bucking in her cage, while she comes on the tip of my cock and squirts her juices all down her legs. Once her twitchy sex is done slurping my tip, I lick her clean, detach the milking cups from her sagging body, and release the restraining bars so I can extract her.

“There. See?” I turn her in my arms and cradle her so we can see each other’s faces. “Not so scary?”

I look at her gorgeous breasts with their enlarged, rouged nipples and wet my lips. “Soon, it’ll be even better,” I promise before dipping my head to soothe her swollen teats with a gentle suckle.

She wilts in my arms, surrendering to me so fully, my inner lust monster fizzes with satisfaction and joy. I’m going to love my submissive little hucow forever.

I haven’t found anything in the Human-keeper’s Handbook about a monster developing sexual interest in his human, but it’s happening. I can’t deny it. Nor do I have the strength to fight such a powerful urge for much longer.

Vah-nyah is a sexual creature. She wants me to pleasure her more frequently than the book suggests is usual, and while I find it immensely rewarding to cater to her needs, it is not without considerable effort to resist my intense attraction to her. She induces such lust inside me, I’m driven half-mad with it, and I’m becoming more certain with each passing hour that mating her is the only thing that will slake the incredible need she inspires within me.

Such a thing may be taboo, but nobody needs to know. I can keep our forbidden love a secret.

“Let’s go massage your breasts and get you ready for bed, precious pet,” I murmur as her breathing slows to a soft and sleepy, rhythmical purr. “You’ve had a big day, and I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be even better.”