Minotaur Mano (1)
A week had passed since Lilith, in a fit of rage, planted Ariadd right in the middle of the botanical garden.
Maybe because of that near-death experience of almost suffocating in Ariadd's tits, I'd flinch at the sight of huge breasts for a while. But even that had faded now.
Those massive tits hadn't done anything wrong, after all. There was no reason to keep fearing them.
Besides, my surroundings were flooded with tits. In a world where non-humans developed way more dramatically than humans, every damn one of them was stacked. It was unavoidable.
You can only jump in surprise once or twice. If you're startling every time you see a pair while trying to work, what the hell can you even do?
Thanks to that, I shook off the trauma in just a few days.
Of course, getting over it so fast probably had something to do with my job as a dispenser.
I could grope those huge tits however I wanted—and get paid for it, no less. Who gives a shit about some trauma?
Wasn't the real problem me, the weak-ass human who almost died suffocating in them?
Once I reflected on my own pathetic fragility like that, my gigantomastia phobia vanished in a flash.
Anyway, thanks to that, I was taking clients again today.
"Hey, you ready yet?"
The client lounging comfortably on her stomach in front of me turned to look at me as she asked.
Her long braided ponytail swept back, her skin a healthy light tan that screamed athleticism—like she lived for track and field. Mano glanced back at me with that vibe.
Her outfit was basically a bikini, so she looked like some beach babe out for a tan.
But this wasn't a pool or the seaside.
It was just my workplace—a day-use room I'd rented out for dispenser duties.
And Mano, despite rocking that sun-kissed bikini body like a big sis hitting the beach, wasn't here for a tan.
Swoosh.
The tail swaying above her ass crack and the two horns poking up by her head made it clear she wasn't human.
Far from it.
Mano was a minotaur.
Minotaur Mano.
And dispenser me.
What we were here for was obvious.
"Yeah, all set."
As the minotaur Mano spoke, I approached her and slipped on my gloves.
Slime method.
These gloves, made with the same suspiciously skin-like texture tech as my trusty ride's seat, slapped right onto my hands.
Even with them on, it felt like I wasn't wearing anything.
It wasn't because Mano's tits were dirty or anything. No such thing as dirty tits existed in this world.
Bigger was better, sure, but tits were precious no matter the size.
The real reason for the gloves? To avoid slipping or scratching during milking.
A minotaur in heat—her tits and nipples were several times more sensitive than a guy's glans. One fuck-up, and you're in deep shit.
Picture someone snipping the tip of your dick with scissors.
Fucking horrifying. Unthinkable.
To a minotaur in heat, your fingernails might as well be those scissors.
They said even a graze caused that level of pain, so I had to be just as cautious as that sounded.
But no matter how careful you were, it wasn't easy.
You could control your strength, sure, but their hyper-sensitive nipples stung from even the calluses on your fingers.
That was beyond careful—it was a whole other league.
Enter these gloves.
Made with slime method, they wouldn't cause pain even touching those ultra-sensitive nipples.
Even for a minotaur's freakishly tender nips, these meant safety.
If you needed one thing for minotaur milking, it was these gloves first and foremost.
Anyway, geared up properly, I told Mano,
"Alright, let's get started."
"Yeah, please?"
She settled back down on her stomach and replied.
I moved behind her, carefully straddling her waist like mounting from behind.
"Mm..."
"Too heavy?"
"A little? But it's fine—hurry up and start. Oh, watch the tail?"
I nodded at her words.
Shifted to avoid her tail, then reached out and gently scooped up Mano's massive tits from underneath.
"Haa..."
She let out a relieved sigh as I lifted them, like a huge weight off her chest.
And it was a huge weight.
Just hoisting them up a bit, and damn, the heft hit me.
Weight-wise... 25, no, about 26kg each?
A touch heavier than the 20kg rice bags I bought regularly, so yeah, around there.
Mano's tits were big, sure, but this was freakishly heavy for their size.
All because they were packed full of milk.
Minotaurs averaged bigger than humans, sure—but that was the males skewing the curve. Females were about human height.
Bigger than average human women, yeah, but Mano was still shorter than me.
For her to have tits weighing over 20kg each? Abnormal as hell.
But that's minotaurs for you. Real cows could hit 50kg per udder when full, I'd heard.
Put like that, minotaurs weren't that bad.
Though the Holstein subtype—nicknamed "milk cows" even among minotaurs—might be different.
Anyway, lugging these around had to suck.
Even for minotaurs, several times stronger than humans, 20kg-plus tits had to strain.
Whatever. Those tits were as massive as their weight suggested.
Not quite up to Ariadd's record-breakers—the biggest I'd seen—but as a minotaur, Mano's were fucking huge.
About 1.3 Liliths, roughly?
Heat made minotaur tits swell extra big, so they probably weren't this huge normally.
Still, and she wasn't even Holstein stock, famous for tit size.
How big were Holsteins?
Bigger than Ariadd? That'd be insane.
Someday as a dispenser, I'd milk a Holstein pair, maybe. Thinking that, I carefully gripped Mano's tits with both hands.
"Mm...♡"
Hearing her low, breathy moan, I said,
"Tell me if it's uncomfortable."
"Mhm, got it—so hurry... up."
At her urging, I slowly groped around for her nipples.
Plop♡
Maybe the heat? They stuck out as much as her swollen, milk-packed tits. Easy to find.
I gently pressed down on them—press, press—and yeah, felt something full inside.
Less soft tit, more like water balloons bloated tight.
Time to soften 'em up.
"Massage first."
Saying that, I carefully pinched her nipple and circled it.
"Hng, mm... Ah...♡"
She moaned sporadically at my caress—no, my massage.
Twitch, twitch♡
Sensitive to pain, sure, but just as sensitive to pleasure. Made sense.
Several times a glans' sensitivity meant she was drowning in that much ecstasy right now.
Even good feelings had limits. Too much of anything sucked.
Seeing her tail quiver, I adjusted pressure and asked,
"Massage strength okay like this?"
"Mng... Perfect... Haaang♡ Yeah, just like...♡"
Good, perfect it was.
I kept going.
Full-on tit play—no, massage.
Starting at nipples, then areola, then the whole breast—drawing wider circles, light rubs.
"Mm... Hn♡ Haa...♡ Yeah, like that... circle 'em...♡ Ah♡ You... you're good at this♡"
"Thanks. How's this?"
"Haaang♡ Love it...♡ More♡"
She moaned every time I hit her requests—tweaking tits or nips.
Squeeze, squeeze♡
Finally, from underarm to tit, pushing outward in long strokes.
One full cycle done, repeat from the top.
Back to gently circling the nipples.
"Haaa...♡"
How long had I been massaging her tits and nips?
Drip, drip—milk trickled down my fingers.
Warm liquid, a bit hotter than body temp.
Hadn't even started proper milking, but the massage stimulated her milk ducts already.
Meant pre-milking massage time was up.
Time to milk for real.
"Hngg♡"
I cupped her nipple palm-style, gripping tight. She shuddered hard, breathing ragged.
Twitch, twitch♡
Splat—her tail slapped flat against her ass.
She must've cum just now.
Nips several times glans-sensitive? She'd lasted a while.
Whatever. Didn't matter.
Massage over meant milking time.
"Milking, starting now."
I slowly pulled down on the cupped nipple.
"Hyaaang—♡"
Squiiiirt~♡
Oh...
Just a light tug, and milk gushed like a firehose, filling the bucket I'd set below.
One pull, and the bottom was already invisible.
This was gonna be satisfying.
"Keep going. Say if it hurts."
"Mng, do it...♡"
Hearing her, I alternated nipples, tugging downward steadily.
Squuuirt♡
Squuuuiiirt♡
"Haak♡ Hn♡ Milk... coming out, hng♡ Feels... so good...♡ Hoot...♡"
First time Lilith told me to milk a minotaur, I was meh about it.
But after three, including Mano, it felt routine. Each tug sprayed milk, filling the bucket.
Hell, seeing it brim with my handiwork gave me a real sense of accomplishment.
Taking pride in your work? Solid.
"Hit♡ Milk's... ah♡ all sticky...♡ Ha♡ Coming out so good♡"
Client happy too.
Never thought squeezing Ariadd's sap would prep me for this.
Experience is king, huh.
Spot on. Without Ariadd, Lilith never would've trusted me with minotaur milking.
"Nipples...♡ Pull my nipples harder, tug tug♡"
Mano begged for stronger squeezes.
Harder than now?
"That'll hurt."
"It's fiiiine♡ Do it...♡"
Customer's wish was law. Dispensers delivered—dick, cum, milk, whatever.
I gripped firmer, tugged.
Squuuuiiiirt♡
"Hooo...♡"
Too much?
She threw her head back, body shaking. I worried a bit.
"Milking... best ever...♡"
Her voice hit my ears.
Not pain, then. Good.
They'd said it hurt like hell.
The previous two minotaurs sure whined about it.
Everyone's different, I guess.
Client loved it—fine by me. I kept the same force, tugging milk out steadily.