Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 09

I wake up the next day, unsurprised to find the chastity belt once again around my waist. The lights come up softly and I pad over my computer where Master has another message waiting for me. He explains he has business elsewhere and I can have the day to myself. I have to admit there is some disappointment he won’t be playing with me today, but I also did not mind having the day to myself.

I decide my first order of business for the day is to crawl back into my warm inviting bed. It’s then that I notice for the first time ever, the TV is off. I look around the room for another distraction and see a book resting on the bedside table. I’ve never been much of a reader, but I really don’t want to get out of my warm bed to play on the computer. I pick up the book and start reading.

The book starts out innocently enough, a familiar story of princess asleep for a hundred years in a castle. But that quickly turns when the prince who comes to rescue her forces her into submission and sexual servitude.

Did Master place this here to torment me? Yes. Did I read it cover to cover? Yes. Did I enjoy every minute of it? Also yes.

After a week or two, it became hard to ignore that my breasts were in fact getting larger. It was finally confirmed one day. Master had put the nipple suckers on me. We didn’t do it every day anymore. Master said the length was fine, but we had to do it now occasionally for “maintenance.” When he pulled them off this time, a bit of milky liquid came out.

I look on with wide-eyed surprise as the milky liquid drips from my nipple, the sight both shocking and intriguing. Master notices my reaction and smirks, his fingers tracing the droplet as it falls. “It seems your body is responding well to the treatment,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring. I feel a mix of emotions: fear of the unknown, curiosity about what this means, and a twisted sense of excitement at the new level of control he has over me. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers, “Soon, you’ll be producing more, and it will all belong to me.”

“What… what did you do to me?” I ask.

He steps closer, his presence commanding yet calm, and gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Just a bit of hormones,” he explains, his voice steady and reassuring. “The nipple suckers help as well. All designed to enhance your responsiveness and prepare you for the roles I have in mind. 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.

As I lay there, the memory of those injections surfaces in my mind, each one administered with a calm, reassuring smile. “Birth control,” he’d called them, but now the truth feels painfully obvious. My body is changing, adapting to his design, and the milk that drips from my nipples is just the beginning. I think about the way he touched me, the way he explained it all so casually, and a shiver runs down my spine. His control over me goes deeper than I ever imagined, and with this new realization, I feel both terrified and exhilarated.

He steps closer, examining the droplet of milk with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction.