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Thirty Milky Day - Day 3
When I awoke, it was to Mistress's breast. My lips were pressed against
her nipple and, as soon as I recognized the tasty of her milk, I began to
suckle in earnest. I knew I was hooked on it. There were few things
better. As the caressed my back and bottom, my body slowly, inexorably
came awake. For one, my breasts felt swollen and uncomfortably full.
Further, my inner thighs felt weird, like there was a pillow between
them. Normally, I slept in the nude.
"Good baby. Drink all the milk you want," Mistress whispered. "You'll
be a big girl soon enough."
That got my attention. I pushed away slowly and rolled to my knees.
Leaning back, I saw what had happened in my sleep: Mistress had gone
through with her threat and put me in adult diapers. I reached to pull
them off and Mistress slapped my hand.
"Naughty girl. You know the rules," she said with a scowl. "You wear
what I tell you to wear or you can pack up and leave." I glared at her
as she stood up. "Don't you give me that look. I will pull you over my
knee right now and spank that rear end red." Sadly, I knew she was well
capable of doing it.
"So, you're really going to keep me in diapers all day?" I asked,
pouting.
Mistress nodded at me. "You can count on it, pet. If you can prove to
me you can be a good girl all day, you can go back to big girl clothes
tomorrow."
I remembered the interview that was supposed to be tomorrow and thought
for a moment. On one hand, I didn't like where this was going and part
of me wanted to be naughty just to ruin the interview, but, really, that
was pretty mean and petty. On the flip side, I could really ham it up
and see if she got bored with the "baby" aspect.
"Will mommy help me get dressed?" I asked before sucking on my thumb.
When a smile formed on Mistress's lips, I knew then that overdoing it may
not work. "Of course, sweety." She immediately went for the blue
peasant dress I'd gotten from the spa. "But not until give you a bath
and milk your udders." I looked down at my large, pendulous breasts and
realized that, not only were they leaking milk, but they seemed larger.
"Now, since you're behaving, you can use the potty and shower, but, as
soon as you're done, I expect you to be a good girl and crawl into the
living room."
I was about to argue with her, but the stern look on her face was warning
enough. That I did really need to go. I slid from the bed and slowly
waddled on tiptoe to the bathroom. I pulled down the diapers as if they
were underwear. Using the facilities, as it were, I then showered and
made my back out of the bathroom, my body wrapped in a towel, heading for
the closet.
"And where do you think you're going, baby girl?" Mistress asked.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She pointed back at the diaper I'd
left behind.
I sighed and walked back over to the bathroom, then tugged the diaper
back on, turning around to find that Mistress was holding another diaper.
"Since you keep forgetting, let's make sure that doesn't happen again."
She pointed at the bed. I pouted but laid down.
"Bottom up, baby doll," she ordered. I lifted my bottom and she slid the
second diaper under the first. She then poked holes between the legs of
the inner diaper with her nail before pushing me down onto the outer one.
Taping it up, it occurred to me that she was a little too good at this.
"Now go wait for me in the living room." I nodded and made my way to my
knees. As I began to crawl forward, the feeling of the thick bulk
rubbing against my bare slit elicited a moan from my lips. Mistress
swatted my behind then walked in front of me. She slipped into the
kitchen as I crawled into the living room, my nipples barely above the
carpet, occasionally dripping milk.
Mistress returned with a large plastic tub. She patted the wood coffee
table. "Does my baby cow need help getting on her milking table?" I
shook my head, realizing what she meant and carefully climbed up on the
sturdy coffee table. "Now I could just use the pumps, but the ladies at
the spa said that, if I wanted to make sure you produced a lot of milk, I
should hand milk you three time a week."
She grabbed a couch cushion and moved next to the coffee table, kneeling
on it before sliding the bucket under my udders... My titties. Breasts!
Why did I keep forgetting the right words? Was this something Alicia was
doing to... MOOOO!
I almost blanked out as her hands began the gently motion of squeezing my
udders followed by tugging and pinching my teats. I hadn't realized how
full the must have been. I know I had milked myself the morning before.
I didn't remember doing it again that night. Still, as spray after spray
of breast milk spurted from my breasts, is a combination of relief and
sensual bliss. "Good girl. I'm going to put all the yummy milk to good
use." I couldn't help but smile. Mistress was happy with me, so that
must mean I was doing something right. After all, she was helping me be
a good girl.
Though, I was really a man. I'd be a man again. Twenty-eight days and
she'd turn me back. Like she promised. But I had to be good, at least,
I thought that was part of the deal. I had to try and be a girl for a
month. Her milky pet.
When the feeling of fullness began to ebb, I felt the spraying of milk
become less. Somehow, I instinctively knew I didn't have much less and
mooed in complaint as my sensitive teats... nipples... were starting
hurt when Mistress tugged on them.
Mistress stood and carefully slit the tub from under my breasts. She
then poured my milk into a coffee cup and showed me. The coffee cup was
half full. "It's a good start, pet. For a cow your size, you should be
making double that." I was partly disappointed. Something told me this
was wrong, but not if it was wrong good or wrong bad, simply not right.
Mistress took the cup into the kitchen and came back with a sippy cup in
one hand and a white container in the other. "Drink up while I put the
lotion on your udders." I obediently took the cup and drank as she
applied something that looked like cow balm to my breasts. Well, that's
what the label looked like. "Now let's get you in your dressed and I'll
teach you how to put on make-up."
I carefully climbed off the table and again tried to stand. Much as the
last few days, it felt uncomfortable to stand except on my tiptoes, so I
decided to go back to my hands and knees again. My udders felt so much
better as I follow Mistress to the bathroom. She helped me to my feet
and then helped me back into a nursing bra and the blue peasant dress.
Mistress then patted the chair she'd set in front of the mirror.
It took some time but I slowly figured out how to properly apply
foundation, lipstick and mascara, along with a slight bit of blush. I
did look a little bit doll like, given my pale complexion and freckles,
but that was okay. After I applied the final touches to my lipstick, I
began to drink from the sippy cup as Mistress began to braid my hair into
pigtails. Sitting there, my body reminded me that I needed to use the
toilet again. I sucked on my lip and tried to focus on sitting still
while Mistress finished my hair.
"Someone's making a face," she said, with a laugh. Her fingers moved to
my sides as she began to tickle me. I laughed and laughed and then,
suddenly, couldn't hold it. I felt my bladder empty into the diapers
under my dress. When Mistress finally let off, I knew I was thoroughly
soaked but wasn't about to admit it. Wearing these things were
embarrassing enough that didn't know if I could actually ask her to
change me.
I looked in the mirror and was happy with the woman staring back at me.
I kinda liked the peasant dress, but what I really wanted to wear there
was no chance I would while wearing diapers. Mistress left the bathroom
then came back in with my zip up pumps, helping me put them on. "All
better. Now, are you ready to go out?"
"Wait, while wearing this?" I asked, choking a bit. "But what if anyone
notices?"
She smiled cruelly at me. "Well, then, I guess that will be a lesson to
behave in the future. We're going out, whether you like it or not."
I pouted a bit but knew it would get me nowhere fast. Slowly standing, I
followed Mistress to the living room, where she grabbed an over-sized
purse, handing to me. "Everything a girl like you needs."
I opened it and looked inside, noting the contents: ID case, change
purse, two extra nursing pads, my cellphone, a pacifier and, of course,
two extra diapers. I sighed, waiting for Mistress to finish in the
restroom. My eyes caught the crumpled up remains from the receipt from
the goth store. I quickly tossed it in the back, then zipped it closed
and the slid the strap over my arm. The whole set up was almost too
much. Almost. It was like carrying around a small diaper bag.
Mistress... Alicia walked out of the bathroom before leading the way to
her car. She actually buckled me in. "Gotta keep my baby safe," she
said with a smile. She got in and buckled up as well. We drove off,
pulling into a gas station before too long. "Now you be good and wait
here."
Alicia got out and pumped the gas then headed in. I pulled out my phone
and checked it, only to realize that she hadn't actually changed the
password. I keyed in then pulled the rolled up receipt out. Impulsively
I sent the number a text with my name, number, and a quick selfie of me
smiling and tugging down the top of my dress. I turned my phone to
vibrate and quickly put it back in my purse before Mistress walked back
out, two large sodas in her hands.
"These are both for you. I know how thirsty you can get, pet." Now that
she'd mentioned it, I was, actually, and quickly drained the first soda
as we drove off. I should've guessed where we were heading, and, by the
time we'd arrived, I'd finished the second soda with a burp. Like a good
girl, I waited until Mistress walked back around and unbuckled me, then
followed her in, my thick, wet diapers forcing me to waddle a bit.
The receptionist immediately recognized us and wave us toward the
clothing store, thanking Mistress for calling ahead. We walked in and,
unlike the time in the mall, Mistress picked everything. By the time we
were done, I had a dozen new bra and pantie sets along with new
nightgowns. As Mistress handed over her credit card, my purse began to
buzz.
Mistress arched an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to answer that?"
I didn't know who was calling, much less how to answer if it was one of
my former co-workers. Mistress took the decision away from me as she
reached for my bag, unzipped it and answered it. "This is Alicia, who is
this?" She listened for a moment. "Oh, Yes, I remember you. Alex from
the store in the mall. You want to speak to Erica? She's a little busy.
Yes, I can take a message. You'd like to meet for dinner? Let me see."
I looked at her, my eyes horrified. "Of course she can. Do you mind if
I tag along? You don't? Great. Your place at noon? Sure thing. Just
text her the address." She disconnected and handed me the phone and I
about collapsed. I also, in my fright, wet myself again.
"You're doing this because you're jealous that I kissed him," I
whispered.
Alicia nodded. "You belong to me and only me. I think we should get you
home and properly dressed." I followed her, feeling complete defeat. We
left the clothing store, stopping at the entrance for some additional
balm before making our way back to her car.
The drive home, I could feel my bladder filling once again. I knew I was
fidgeting when Mistress put the key in the door. I knew I ran as quick I
could for the bathroom. I knew I didn't make it in time. With a moo of
distress and frustration, I soaked my diapers a third time, only this
time, the diapers leaked, urine dripping down my leg. It was too much.
I sat down on the edge of the tub and began to cry as I quickly grabbed
some toilet paper to wipe myself.
Mistress walked over me and hugged me. "Shh... We'll get you cleaned
up. It's okay, baby girl. I was a little mean making you drink so much,
but I'll make it better. No more tears, sweety. You'll ruin your
makeup. Now let's get you cleaned up and in a new diapee."
"I don't wanna wear diapers. I'm not a baby. Please, can I be a big
girl again?"
She shook her head. "You were naughty and I warned you what the
punishment would be."
"But, but... I don't want Alex to think I'm a baby," I whined.
"Well," Mistress replied, "it's that or you call him and apologize, then
tell him you can't see him again." She patted the front of the diaper.
"Let's just call this my version of a chastity belt."
I frowned. I did want to see him again, oddly. He was kinda cute.
Maybe Mistress was right.
Of course, to admit that would mean she'd beaten me. I still had
something to prove with the small bit of backbone I had left. "Fine,
we'll do it your way. Can you please change me now?"
In hindsight, I should've remembered her rule about choosing what I wore.
On one hand, I should've expected, after leaking through two diapers, to
be put in three, this time with holes poked in the inner two. On the
other, I knew she was going to make sure I couldn't hide them by putting
me in the latex micro-skirt, the black comic t-shirt I'd bought, and the
goth boots. Even if I wanted to hide the diapers, if I bent over or
walked normally at all, the skirt would ride up over my diapers.
Mistress, on the other hand, dressed in khakis and a white blouse, her
usual fair. She put her hair up into a bun and put a couple of black
ribbons in my pig tails.
I checked my phone and the time after fixing my make-up. Alex had sent
his address and, putting it into the GPS, I bravely followed Mistress out
the car. We drove to the other side of town, pulling into an apartment
complex. I got out and waddled to the door, knocking. Alex answered and
politely asked us in.
His apartment was spartan to say the least. It struck me as the same
kind of place I had lived in before Mistress... Alicia and I had become a
couple. Sitting down on the couch, Alicia to one side, I noted Alex
going into the galley kitchen, asking if we wanted anything to drink.
Mistress gave one of those smiles that you know bears no good and asked
for wine.
Something I should mention: I have basically no alcohol tolerance. While
I like the taste of some wine, about two cups of it and I'm tipsy. Twice
that and I'm drunk. It's why I avoid it. Still, the look Alicia gave me
meant that I was going to drink some.
Three glasses and two slices of frozen pizza later, I finally noticed the
odd looks coming from Alex... which Mistress had probably noticed before.
He was staring right at my crotch. This is when I realized I had spread
my legs as I was laying back on the couch, my diapered crotch completely
visible.
I downed the rest of my wine and thought "to hell with it". "What's the
matter, Alex? Don't you like what you see?" I staggered up and slowly
climbed on his lap. "Mistress made sure I was diapered nice and thick so
that I'd turn you off." I ground my crotch against his lap. "Do I turn
you off?" I felt him tremble, then his hands went around my diapered
ass. His grip was a little firmer than I expected, but I liked it.
"No. I like it. I like it a lot," he stammered. He looked past me at
Mistress. "That's why you came with her, miss? You're a Domme?"
I was a little too drunk to catch what I should have. Mistress, however,
was clever as ever. "Yes, she's my pet," she replied. "Is there
something you'd like to tell me before she makes you cum in your pants?"
I continued to grind against him, the feeling of his cock feeling so good
against my diapered crotch. "Yes, I think he wants to get into my
diapees, mommy," I lisped.
He swallowed. "No... I mean, yes, I want to touch you, Erica, but, well,
if this is some kind of kinky game you two are playing, I should
confess."
I heard what he whispered and giggled. Oh, this was too rich. I slid
off his lap and down to my knees. "What did he say, baby doll?"
I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing his
surprisingly long, thick cock tenting in a pair of flower print, pink
nylon panties.
"He said he's a sissy, Mommy," I giggled and Alex blushed beat red.
"I, well, totally didn't expect things would go like this, ma'am," He
stammered. I just stared at his cock. I wanted it in me. I couldn't
help it.
Mistress simply leaned forward. "That's okay. My old boyfriend was a
bit of a sissy, too. You've been so polite, I would hate to let this
opportunity pass you by. Why don't you go put on something special for
me and my pet?" Mistress pulled out a leash from her pocket. "My pet
wants a taste of you, so be quick."
I watched, sucking on my lip and humping air, as Alex quickly got up and
ran into his room. Mistress, meanwhile, helped me out of my skirt and t-
shirt, leaving me in nothing by my black nursing bra and diapers.
Mistress, too, stripped down to her panties and bra. She hooked the
leash to my collar and pointed at the spot on the floor by her.
I shifted one my hands to my diapers. I couldn't believe I was getting
off on this. I knew I my pussy was wet and eager. When Alex walked out,
I was floored.
The maid ensemble was top notch: black skirt, black top, white apron and
frills, along with plenty of what I presumed were petticoats. What took
it over the top were the enormous breasts Alex now sported. They were
almost as large as mine, if I guessed right. Frankly, I didn't even
think they made breast forms that large. Add to this the auburn,
shoulder length wig and just a touch of makeup, Alex looked androgynous
except for his fake tits.
Alex gave a curtsy. "Does my appearance meet your satisfaction, ma'am?"
he asked in a poor falsetto.
Alicia nodded. "You do."
"Then how may I serve you?" Alex asked.
Me, I was already sitting with my diapered butt on the floor, back to the
couch, legs spread, my one hand rubbing myself through my diaper, the
other through my bra. Mistress gesture to the floor in front of me.
"I'd like you on your knees. My breasts need worshiping. As reward, my
diapered cow here will service you."
Kneeling in front of me, Alex lifted the skirts of his maid's outfit,
revealing his stiff cock tenting in white silk panties. He let the
skirts fall over my head as I took him in my mouth. I couldn't see
anything, but did hear Mistress's moans as Alex was likely suckling her
milk. I wondered if it would have the same effect on him as it had me.
Part of me, the little bit of male still stuck in my head, couldn't
believe I was sucking on a cock. Still, it was such a fine, stiff,
hairless cock, and Alex was almost a girl. I tried to remember how I
liked having my cock sucked before and went after it with gusto. Soon,
his hips were bucking, his petticoats bouncing around my head. I stroked
his cock as I sucked and licked the head of his cock, only to hear a moan
come from his lips, giving me that second's warning that my mouth was
about to be filled with sissy seed.
"Oh, you're not done serving us yet, you naughty sissy girl," I heard
Mistress chime. "Once Erica's done swallowing your sissy seed, it's time
for the real fucking to begin. Now I want you out of that dress and
those panties and in your bedroom right now," Alex scrambled off me as I
licked my lips clean. "You, too, pet," I got up and waddled into Alex's
bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed as Alex, clad only in his
wig, bra, a corset and falsies, stood there, obediently waiting.
"I have to ask," I questioned, looking at Alex, "what size bra are you
wearing?"
"Um... a 36H," he admitted with a blush. "I've always loved big tits."
"So have I," Mistress stated as she walked in. She'd slipped on a strap
on and headed straight for me. "Are you wet, baby doll?"
I blushed. "Only my pussy. I don't need to go potty again, mama."
"Well, we'll keep these here, just in case." With that, she tugged my
diapers down. Kissing my cheek, she whispered, "Are you ready?"
I nodded. "Yes, Mistress,"
Mistress gestured me to go further up on the bed. Turning to Alex, she
ran her hand up his body. "I presume you know missionary, slave. I want
to see that sissy cock inside my baby doll, but no more until I give you
permission to fuck her."
"Ma'am, with my apologies," Alex began, "if I'm fucking her, then who are
you fucking?"
Mistress simply smiled and dug through Alex's night stands, finding the
lube and vibrator. "Why, my new maid, of course."
Alex quickly moved atop of me and, when he entered my pussy, I let out a
husky, hungry moan. A moment later, Mistress knelt down behind him and
slowly penetrated his ass. "Now, let's get this fucking started," She
ordered, thrusting the strap-on into Alex's ass. He, in turn thrust into
me. It was like a series of pistons, each in, then each out in reverse.
His cock was so large, I wondered if it would split me in two and soon,
the three of were moaning louder and louder, my please begging to be
filled with cum and to be allowed to cum.
Alex, too, got into the act. "Please," he whimpered, "can I fill your
pet with more of my sissy cummy?"
"What will you do for that privilege, slave?" Mistress asked.
"Anything!" Alex offered. I knew, inwardly, that was a bad life choice,
but, well, was too busy being fucked to care.
"Just remember that I'm going to hold you to that. I want both of you to
cum for me. You're both such good girls for your Mistress."
With those words, I redoubled the speed of my thrusts until, ratcheting
higher and higher, I finally came, my pussy squeezing around Alex's sissy
cock, triggering his orgasm as well.
Mistress slid out of Alex's ass and wiggled out of the strap on. "Do you
work tomorrow, Alex?"
"No, Mistress," he replied.
"Good," she replied, grabbing her bag. "Tonight, you're both going to
cuddle up to mama like good little diapered girls," She swatted Alex's
ass before he slid out of me. "Then, Alexis, tomorrow, you're going to
clean my house while wearing that cute maid outfit," A look of worry
crossed Alex. "Remember, you said anything. If you say no, Erica and I
are leaving and you'll never see either of us again."
Alex nodded then laid down on the bed. I slowly stood and wiggled back
into my diapers, the laid back down as well. Mistress then pulled one of
my diapers out and barely fit it onto Alex. She then joined us, laying
between us. She kissed Alex's cheek then mine. "Now, Alexis, be a dear.
I'm still horny. Once you've made me cum, you can go to sleep."
Alex nodded and moved between Mistress's legs.
It seemed our little family was growing.
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