49th Rule, Stroller Date with Milky Who Wants a Baby (2)
"Huum~."
♯♡.
The tip of my cock peeked out from between Milky's massive tits, only to get sucked straight into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. At the same time, those heavy breasts clamping down on my shaft began sliding slickly up and down. An indescribable wave of pleasure crashed over me. Maybe it was because I couldn't move a muscle. The stimulation felt unbearably sensitive compared to usual. I could feel every flick of her tongue and every jiggle of her tits in vivid detail. Even the way her teeth grazed the head just enough to hold on without hurting—I noticed it all.
And then there was that thick, milky scent brushing my nose. Every time her breasts bounced up and down, fresh streams of white liquid trickled from their undersides. Hot droplets splattered onto my stomach one by one, cooling rapidly. Yet even though I couldn't budge, my cock kept swelling bigger and bigger.
Milky glanced up at me slyly while keeping my dick in her mouth, checking my expression. My lips trembled despite my best efforts to stay stoic, but it was no use.
♯, ♯bup♡!
The more I held back, the more fiercely she licked and sucked at the tip, forcing my head to tilt back involuntarily. Just 30 seconds. That's how long it took for my cum to surge through my cramped veins and fill my urethra to the brim. Normally, I'd clench the end of my dick to hold it back somehow. But thanks to the drugs paralyzing my limbs, I couldn't do a thing now.
Hot, thick white fluid blasted through the final barrier unimpeded, making my cock balloon endlessly. Milky closed her eyes and slowly, smoothly swallowed me down until I hit the back of her throat.
Blurt! Blurgh! Blurt!
My heart pounded like it was about to explode. A tsunami of ecstasy bleached my mind white.
Gulp—, gulp—!
Milky swallowed every drop—twice as much as usual, no, even more—straight down her throat. Her neck bobbed as she milked out the very last bit with those ♯♯ sucks. That lewd mouth action made my vision go dark and my hips buck wildly.
"Haa······. Haa······."
Gasping for breath as I drowned in her intense stimulation, I watched Milky pull my cock from her mouth and ask,
♭♡!
"Paha! Did my baby cum nice and hard?"
I nodded faintly, my head smashed back against the stroller.
Milky shuddered like she was convulsing herself, then pulled away and gently wiped the milk off my stomach with some tissue. It took a little time after that to shake off even a bit of the lingering bliss.
I tugged my drool-slick jaw back into place and asked her,
"Miss, are you satisfied now?"
What Milky wanted from me was to pamper someone she liked like a baby. She'd fed me her milk and let me release refreshingly (pee?), so maybe this was enough.
Gathering my courage amid the fear, I proposed to her,
"If so, how about we call it a day?"
I desperately wanted to escape this hellish humiliation. Any longer, and my mind might really get dyed by her maternal love.
Of course, with time left on my "usage period" with Milky, this would probably continue. But at least for today······.
Even just a few hours would do. I wanted out of this situation to catch a mental breather.
I prayed for a positive response from her, but those beautiful lips gave only an ambiguous reply.
"Hmm~. Well, babies can't do anything on their own, so we can't just leave you alone, right?"
Basically a refusal.
Damn it. Did that mean I'd have to endure this the whole remaining period?
"Please······. Please let me rest today, Miss······!"
I was sinking into despair when—
"Yup!"
Milky rummaged on the floor and swiftly shoved something into my mouth.
"Mmph!"
I glanced down with just my eyes. A pacifier—the kind for babies—was jammed between my lips.
"This is a custom pacifier molded from Mommy's nipple that you were just sucking on~."
W-what!?
Stunned by her unbelievable words, I tentatively touched my tongue to the soft part between my lips.
The familiar texture hit me instantly. No milk came out, but just as she'd said, it matched the feel and shape of Milky's nipple perfectly. It was fake, yet it felt so real I could've sworn it was the genuine thing.
Instinctively, I started sucking on it.
"♯♯!"
Milky watched with a pleased smile, then planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Already whining for more boobies? No no~. Overeating is bad for you, so suck on this nicely and wait~♡. Got it?"
Not content with gagging me with a pacifier, she'd turned me into a hungry baby with just her words.
Ugh!
Humiliation upon humiliation. This stunning woman in front of me was reshaping me to her tastes with ruthless intelligence, no force required.
The problem was, my body and mind were falling for her more and more. Just sucking on the pacifier had my cock stirring again, threatening to rise.
In the end, as Milky tried to diaper me, my raging erection blocked her. She gave up with a sigh and slowly stroked the swollen shaft instead.
"Heehee. What now? Too healthy is a problem too, huh~. How about a little walk with Mommy then?"
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And so, Milky wheeled me in the stroller to none other than the Dia Village garden.
Thanks to the perfectly cushioned mattress with zero bounce, the ride was comfy enough. But my mind was anything but at ease.
She hadn't even bothered diapering me fully, leaving my cock fully exposed and flapping free.
The stroller's cheap canopy covered it somewhat, but holes riddled it so I could see outside crystal clear. Before we left, Milky swore no one could see in from outside, but with my rigid dick pressing insistently against that thin fabric, I worried it'd rip right through.
As I sweated bullets in anxiety, a nearby staff woman tending the garden set down her huge shears and approached Milky.
"Oh! Miss Milky, what's with the stroller all of a sudden? Is there a baby inside?"
The woman peered through a small gap.
My heart raced—would she spot my pathetic state? But luckily, it seemed she couldn't see in.
She gave up peeking and smiled at Milky again.
Meanwhile, Milky glanced down at me with a mischievous grin and replied,
"My nephew. Family stuff came up recently, so I'm watching him for a bit~."
"Aww~. Mind if I take a peek at his face? I love babies."
"Oh sorry~. That might be tough. This baby, he's super shy about strangers. But since he's not crying······maybe it's okay?"
!!
W-what? "Not crying means it's okay"?
Did that mean she wanted me to cry right here? Like a real baby bawling "waaah"??
No way······. I absolutely couldn't!!
I shook my head furiously, pacifier still in my mouth.
Milky pressed down on the tip poking the canopy, staring at me expectantly—like she was waiting for me to ditch all pride and wail.
"Hmm, what to do~."
Her fingers grew more insistent on the head.
If I didn't play along, she'd really yank back the canopy.
What now? What the hell do I do!!
Show this horrific sight to the staffer? Or cry like Milky wanted?
The choice was obvious, really.
Better to cry just loud enough for Milky to hear than risk my reputation tanking from outsiders seeing this.
Demon. This angel-faced woman was the most devilish of them all.
But with no other options, I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and—pacifier in mouth—let out a babyish wail.
"W-waaah! Waaah!"
Fuck······.
Fuck, fuck, FUUUCK!!!!!
"Looks like no go~. Heehee."
"Ahaha, sorry about that······. Feels like I made him cry. My bad."
"Don't worry about it."
Once I'd given up and bawled my heart out, a satisfied Milky bowed her head and resumed pushing the stroller.
"Well then."
"Yep! Take care going back, Miss!"
I'd barely avoided a direct expose of my ridiculous state.
But thinking back on it all still filled my eyes with pathetic tears.
A nearly fifty-year-old man bawling in front of gorgeous women. I'd rather die from the shame.
But the humiliating stroll was far from over.
Milky paraded me around for ages, greeting countless staffers, shredding my sanity in a blender each time.
She grinned mischievously the whole way, like she relished my suffering.
Sunset came and gone. Dark night sky settled in.
"Alright, walk was plenty fun, and the sun's down. Time to head back to the room with Mommy?"