The familiar sound of the doorbell blared from downstairs. Jackie sat up quickly and sent Scott tumbling down her toned stomach. He rolled uncontrollably, grunting and huffing until he came to an abrupt stop between her legs. Scott cursed his diminutive form; being ten inches made life particularly inconvenient.
He peered up from his position on the duvet, surrounded by Jackie's thighs and uncomfortably close to her vagina. Luckily for Scott, she didn't seem aroused in the slightest, so sex likely wasn't on her agenda for now. Jackie suddenly swung her legs over the side of the bed, her thigh cruising over him in the process.
Jackie paid no mind to her tiny stepbrother as she planted her bare feet onto the carpet below and stood up. She hastily grabbed a comfortable top and hastily threw it on over her swinging breasts. Jackie chuckled at the thought of Scott on the bed behind her watching as she put her leggings on. He'd be witness to quite the spectacle - her plump, naked ass shaking with each momentous hop to get them up.
Before Scott could even get a word in, Jackie was clothed and moving quickly out of the room. She swung the door shut behind her, sealing him in her room. Scott slowly approached the edge of the bed and peered over the side, determining that it was definitely a survivable drop. However, he figured there was no point. The door was something he had tried and failed to reach before, so Scott did his best to get comfortable on their bed.
Jackie rushed to answer the door, worried that she would have missed it. She thundered down the stairs and fumbled her key, peering through the stained window but unable to make out anyone there. Opening the door, Jackie looked into the porch and was surprised to see there was no delivery guy, no family friend, nor a neighbour stopping by.
Instead, as Jackie looked down, she was stunned to spot none other than the repulsive face of her stepfather. She couldn't forget that face, not after what he had put her through. Her initial shocked expression quickly turned to a devious grin as he helplessly looked up at her. He was barely two feet tall and looking quite feeble, she thought.
With tension thick in the air, Ted timidly asked, "Jackie, is your Mom home? I don't have anywhere else to go." He waited patiently for a response from the tall girl, who was much bigger than he remembered. Even at his full size, nowadays she would've been at least level with Ted and arguably thicker. He peered around her massive thigh and into the house, wondering if Janet was inside.
"Oh, you've made a huge mistake," Jackie remarked with an evil smirk. She lunged towards the shrunken man, laughing as his jaw dropped in utter shock. Ted let out little more than a bewildered gasp before Jackie's hands wrapped roughly around his waist.
Jackie dragged him inside, arms and legs flailing as she slammed the door shut behind them. "Jackie, put me down this instant!" Ted demanded, "Where is your mother?"
Holding her stepfather tightly under one arm, Jackie moved swiftly through the house, "I don't have to listen to you. Who the fuck do you think you are?" Ted screamed for help, fruitlessly squirming as Jackie made her way to the garage. As they entered, Jackie locked the door behind them and placed Ted down onto his own two feet.
"Jackie, what are you doing? Why are we in here?" he asked, confused. She had just dragged him into her home and handled him as if he were nothing more than a baby doll. Now she had locked him in the garage with her. Ted peered around the dull looking room, faint memories of it coming back to him. It had been his garage, a place for his tools and other items that Janet wouldn't let him keep elsewhere. It was still the same cold concrete and old, wooden workbenches. Where the tools had once been, however, were now dumbbells, a squat rack, and a punching bag.
Ted tried to make sense of the situation. He had come home to his old family, and sure he hadn’t left on the best of terms, but they were still his family, right? He watched as Jackie hunted around the garage, paying him no mind as she looked for something. Attempting to make light conversation, he chuckled nervously, "So, Scott keeping himself busy in the gym? How small is he now anyway? Can he even lift or reach half this stuff?"
Jackie rolled her eyes during her search, not sparing Ted even a glance as he unsurprisingly undermined her. With his attempt at conversation failing, Ted simply had to wait for Jackie, who was still prowling for something. She bent over and peered into a box of leftover tools. Ted couldn't help but notice just how thick she was nowadays, with thighs like hams, muscular arms, and an ass like no other. Was this, in fact, her gym?
"Ah, there it is!" Jackie cheered as she finally stood upright with something in hand.
"So what you got there?" Ted asked. He tried his best to mask his ever-growing concern, yet everything Jackie did made him feel like he was at risk. He instinctively looked towards the door she had locked and attempted to gauge if he could reach. It wouldn't be easy, it was nigh impossible. She'd close that gap in no time at all, and then he'd have to face her angry. He wasn't sure what she was right now, but she wasn't happy to see him.
Jackie walked towards Ted as she displayed the item she had been searching for - a roll of duct tape. "Wh-what do you plan to do with that?" Ted asked, his voice shuddering from his nerves as the ominous teen came closer.
As Jackie encroached on him, Ted stumbled backwards into the wall behind him before sinking against it. His heart pounded with panic as the huge girl stood over him. Jackie pulled at the tape, the harsh sound of it invading Ted's ears. "Please, Jackie. We can talk about this!" he begged, weakly holding his hands up to stop her.
Saying nothing, Jackie reached down and grabbed at Ted's hands. It took no effort for her to hold them both with only one hand and unceremoniously wrap the tape around them. "Jackie, please stop! Where's Janet? Where's Scott?!"
Jackie grunted and lifted Ted into the air. "Hey, where are you taking me? Put me down!" Ted demanded, panting and squealing as she lugged him across the room. He flailed hopelessly in Jackie's grasp, unable to do much else. The wind was knocked from his lungs as she roughly slammed his back against the punching bag and held him there.
Ted realised what was going on as Jackie easily held him up against the hard leather with one hand. She peeled at the lip of the tape before jerking it downwards and allowing it to unfurl. He squirmed frantically in an attempt to get out from her overpowering grasp, but it was all for nought.
Jackie wrapped the tape around Ted's chest, each additional layer securing him even more to the punching bag. Once the tape supported his meagre weight, she grabbed at his legs and pinned them too against the bag. Ted tried to kick her away, but he was easily restrained as she taped his legs to the bag too.
Eyes bulging in their sockets, he watched as Jackie placed the tape down beside him before taking a few steps back to admire her work. Her smug grin was saying more to him than she had this whole time. He knew one thing - she had no intention of being kind, and if anything, she was enjoying putting him through this.
Ted's begging and moaning was music to Jackie's ears. She could've stayed in the garage all day just listening, watching him squirm, his face turning red in frustration as he realised his attempts to escape were futile. Yet, she had so much more in mind.
"Jackie..." Ted began, watching as she walked over to one of the workbenches and pulled open a drawer. She fished around in it for a moment before finding and displaying to him a pair of boxing gloves. Their eyes locked together, Jackie’s grin putting the fear of God in Ted. "We can talk about this!"
Slowly approaching him, Jackie tucked one of the gloves under her arm as she fastened the other. "No," she replied, "We can't talk about this. In fact..." She bent over in front of Ted and plucked the tape up from the floor, biting at the edge to tear off a fresh strip. With her ungloved hand, she lackadaisically placed it over his mouth. "There, that's better!"
Jackie continued to fasten the other glove, using her mouth to pull the strap tight over the velcro. "Alright, we're ready to play now," Jackie said with a bump of her gloves. She closed the gap between them, causing Ted to writhe against his binds in desperation. "MMMMM, MMMM, MMMM!" he screamed out, his words deadened by the tape.
Directly in front of her childhood abuser, Jackie wound her right arm back. She paused and stared Ted straight in the eye, taking in his terror and basking in the moment. This was perfect. With great pleasure, Jackie thrusted her arm into Ted's stomach, spurring a pained grunt from the tied up man. He panted heavily through his nose, tears beginning to stream from his eyes.
"Aw, don't cry. That was only half of what I could do," Jackie pointed out teasingly, "You deserve more than a beating for what you did!"
Ted moaned through the tape, hopelessly trying to talk her out of it. "Stop moaning. Nobody is going to hear you!” she shouted before swinging at him with a swift left hand, “Take it like a man!" Her punch once more sunk into Ted's stomach. Jackie knew to leave his head, she wanted him fully conscious for all of this.
"You look tense, DAD! Do you need help getting some of the knots out?" Jackie asked, swinging for him again with a lighter jab. "Sound familiar?" she continued, tears welling up in her own eyes as her brutal past returned to the forefront of her memory. She jabbed Ted again, "You were meant to be my father..."
"You were no father of mine!" Jackie screamed. She wound her arm back again, swinging her padded fist into his side. Ted screamed out, the noise surprisingly loud from behind the tape as the excruciating pain rippled through him. "My Mom trusted you! I trusted you! And you... you... raped me! I was a child!” She punched him again and again, seeing only red. “You took my innocence! You did this to us both!"
Ted slumped against the tape holding him up, his vision fading as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Searing pain pulsated through his body. He watched the distraught girl before him, struggling to keep herself composed. Ted prayed she was done. He was sorry!
Jackie took a deep breath in as she wiped her tears on her arm. Sniffling, she coldly asked, "So, I guess you want to see your son?" Not waiting for a response, Jackie left the room. Ted watched as the door shut behind her, prompting him to painfully struggle even more as he was filled with hope to escape while she was away. His revitalised hope was immediately crushed as he heard the distinct click of Jackie locking the door behind her.
Running upstairs and heading straight into her bedroom, Jackie found Scott expectedly upon her bed. Scott was standing there, waiting for her after having heard her thunderous footfalls up the stairs. "Hey, who was at the door?" he asked, wondering why it had taken Jackie so long to answer it. He laughed as he saw she was wearing boxing gloves, "And what's with the gloves? New purchase?" He took another glance at his sister, noticing the redness in her eyes and her cheeks slick with wiped tears. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Jackie abruptly replied, her tone as stoic as she could make it, "I think you need to come downstairs."
Scott furrowed his brow in confusion, processing what could possibly have upset her downstairs. "Okay..." he hesitantly replied, naturally yielding to his domineering sister as she bent over and wrapped her gloved fingers around him. She turned towards the door and began to exit the room. "So, who was at the door?" Scott asked again as she walked, "Are they downstairs?"
He looked up at his sister, she was staring straight forward and unresponsive. She seemed to be giving him as little information as she could. All he knew was that she'd been crying, or at least almost crying. Jackie continued towards the garage before unlocking the door and heading inside. It wasn't usually locked, Scott thought, finding it a strange detail in this unravelling mystery. "It's in the garage?"
As they entered the garage and Jackie locked the door behind them, Scott finally caught sight of what had been at the door - a dwarfed man, tears streaming from his eyes, and bruises and marks across his torso. He squirmed desperately, screaming through the tape over his mouth as he caught sight of Scott.
Scott thought back to the tears in Jackie's eyes, and the familiar features he could make out on the man's face. A man who Jackie had tied up and clearly beaten... It wasn't… Was it? "Dad?" Scott hesitantly asked, not wanting to believe it and feeling a deep terror course through him at the realisation. He looked nervously towards the unphased Jackie for affirmation.
The man reeled against the tape as Scott spoke, giving him all the confirmation he could need. "Jackie..." Scott pleaded.
"Scott!" Jackie asserted back, "I don't want to hear it." She moved across the room and placed Scott on the workbench opposite his father. "You know what he did!" she shouted to Scott, pointing accusingly at the vulnerable man with her boxing glove.
"You're better than this, Jackie!"
"Oh, I'm not better than this!” Jackie countered, with venom in each word, “You should know that by now, little bro." Scott shuddered in fear, memories of how she had first treated him resurging.
"Well... W-what are you going to do with him?" Scott hesitantly asked, not sure if he truly wanted to know. His Dad was looking a little worse for wear already. Knowing Jackie, this was only the beginning. He knew Ted had done the unthinkable in the past, but he felt like he still bore some responsibility to protect the man who made him; to at least keep him alive.
Jackie walked up to Ted and struck him powerfully in the stomach, causing him to gasp through his nose, grunting in pain. Scott screamed out, "Nooo! Jackie, please!"
"He deserves to die, Scott! He's a murderer in his own right; he killed the girl I used to be!" Jackie shouted, tears beginning to flow from her eyes once more. She looked towards her brother for comfort as her past sorrows overcame her. Her voice softened, "He... he hurt me... in so many ways, Scott."
"I know, Jackie, but you can't just kill him," Scott answered back. He was nervous, not knowing if he could reason with the distraught girl. "Can I talk to you for a sec, Jackie?"
Jackie turned to Scott and frowned at him. She paused for a moment to consider before booming towards him and leaning over to listen. "What?" she spat impatiently, keeping her voice quiet to not allow Ted to hear.
Scott whispered in her ear, the canal threateningly large but thankfully not bigger than he was. "Do you have to kill him? Could you not give him away?"
"Give him away?!" Jackie shouted suddenly, aghast at the thought of it. "He remarkably appears on my doorstep, and you suggest I let him go free!"
"No, no," Scott quietly clarified, waving her closer to listen, "Don't let him go, just give him to SOMEONE else. Let him be their problem."
Grimacing at the idea, Jackie thought about it for Scott’s sake. Give him to someone... "Well," Jackie loudly began, remembering to lower her volume as she continued, "Who?"
"I seem to remember a certain woman who loved little men," Scott explained, "A woman who was very upset to have lost her’s..."
Scott could see the cogs turning in his sister's head. It took a few seconds until the lightbulb flashed on and Jackie's lips curled into a devious smirk. "Oh, Scott, you're worse than me! That is worse than death!" She excitedly turned to Ted, masking as much of her glee as she could, "Ted, your son has convinced me not to kill you..."
Ted sighed heavily through his nose, relieved beyond belief. He thanked them, "MMMM, MHHHMM." He rolled his eyes, still frustrated at the tape silencing him. But it would be gone soon enough.
"Oh, you're going to love Sue! She's totally your type!" Jackie lied through her teeth, taking great pleasure in this pre-Sue foreplay. "And you're certainly her type... Young, fit, sorta. How old are you, thirty-eight?" Jackie asked, not expecting a response as she continued, "But you are a little big for her. She likes 'em small. Ethan was about half a foot shorter than you before Vicky rescued him."
Rescued him? Ted was horrified to hear that term used. What sort of woman does a guy need rescuing from? The bombshell wife he left Janet for had abandoned him at Janet’s doorstep. She had no desire to look after such a small, weak man. After being neglected and dismissed, Ted planned to seek solace with his old family. Unfortunately, he found no solace. If anything it was the opposite. In fact, Jackie was about to give him away the same way his wife had, only worse. This time he'd be left with a complete stranger. Someone who apparently preferred her men on the smaller side.
Jackie explained, "I can't even begin to imagine how lonely Sue is now, all alone in that big house of hers. She's a loving woman, and she just wants someone to nurture." Ted shuddered, finding that hard to believe. He knew better than to believe Jackie would let him off so easily. Much to Ted’s relief, Jackie began to unstrap her gloves, "She'll be so happy to meet you. But I would hate for her to be disappointed in any way..."
Jackie tossed the loose gloves to the floor before looking towards her brother. "Scott, I think you need to wait outside." She effortlessly moved across the room, plucking Scott up from the bench without waiting for resistance. As Jackie exited the room, she placed Scott on the carpeted floor outside. "Wait here!" she commanded with a single, enormous finger.
"Wait, Jackie! What are you going to do?" he shouted up to his enormous sister. She ignored him, turning back towards the garage and entering without a word. Scott winced as the door slammed in front of him before falling onto his ass in tired defeat. He'd have to wait.
Jackie smiled at Ted, who was still squirming against the punching bag. He uselessly begged her to free him, unable to create any meaningful sentences. Ted couldn't help but fear her, especially without Scott in the room. Jackie gave off an unbearably intense aura, one that told Ted to be very, very scared.
"So, you like to overpower little girls?" she asked, spurring a panicked, feverish wriggle from the fearful man. He was defenceless as she got closer to him. She reached down between Ted's legs and powerfully pinched his tiny penis between her finger and thumb. Tugging at it, Jackie instantly felt it growing in her grasp.
"Oh! Getting hard already? You should be. Sue is quite the woman!" Jackie laughed as she increased the speed at which she massaged his shaft. Ted writhed away from her and against the bag behind him, terrified and unwillingly erect. "I know Mom was a little big for you, but that was in the past! You've come home, seen the error of your ways," Jackie evilly teased, "You've got your work cut out for you. Sue is a magnificent ogress, barely fitting in most doorways. She has like the biggest ass I've ever seen. But not to worry, it's to die for, or is it die from? I can't keep up with all the old sayings, haha! Oh, you'll love her - big, and I do mean BIG, beautiful breasts. Sure, they probably dried up decades ago, but they certainly don't look like it. Each one's about the size of you!
Ted shuddered. He was struggling to even fathom his future with the vile, elephantine woman Jackie described. She continued to jerk his semi-hard penis, sickening Ted as she forced him to picture what Sue was like as he was forcibly pleasured. She couldn't be serious, could she? He hated big women, and he had left Janet for almost that reason alone.
Now he was roughly and aggressively masturbated to the description of his worst nightmare, Jackie's expert fingers perusing the length of his tiny shaft and urging him to orgasm. He fought to think of anything else, like his leggy and beautiful ex-wife. Sure, she'd abandoned him when he needed her, leaving him at the worst place he could go - the home of his seething stepdaughter, but she had been gorgeous nonetheless. However, Ted couldn't keep the "ogress" from his thoughts as Jackie continued to force him into a climax.
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Jackie knocked firmly at the door. She turned and looked back towards her car, unable to see Scott but trusting he was sitting patiently in her passenger seat. He'd agreed to come with her to Sue's, but didn't want to go further than the car. With the way Sue was, Jackie understood. Not only would it be hard for Scott to watch his Dad disappear, but they also couldn't trust the behemoth of a woman.
Holding Ted tightly under her arm, Jackie waited for Sue to answer. He’d fought to get free of her ever since she'd taken him down from the punching bag, his attempts futile. His whole body was sore and aching with any slight movement, yet he continued to struggle. He grunted, digging his nails into Jackie in a last-ditch attempt to get her to slacken her grip.
Nothing worked. Ted's struggles only encouraged Jackie to hold him tighter. She yelped at the slight but sharp pain of his nails digging into her hand before scowling angrily at him. Jackie violently shook the shrunken man by her hip, laughing as he screamed in pain, the tape over his mouth still there to muffle him.
As Jackie finally relented, Ted hung limp in her grasp, defeated. He couldn't win. She left him dazed and hurting, letting out nothing more than a quiet, muffled whimper as the door slowly swung open.
Jackie took a deep breath in, a little nervous about facing Sue after last time. The door swung open, finally revealing the truth behind Sue to Ted. She was exactly as described, taking up the entire doorway and snarling in disdain at the sight of Jackie. "What do you want?" Sue spat, unable to mask her curiosity as she peered down at the shrunken, writhing man.
"I've come to make peace," Jackie explained.
"Peace?" Sue asked, her anger growing, "Your friend STOLE MY SON! MY SON!" She threw her arms down in frustration, "Not my property, not a friend, MY SON. What can you possibly do for me to make peace?" Sue pointed to Jackie's car, "Is Ethan in the car? Are you returning him to his rightful place with his mother?"
Sighing, Jackie replied, "I'm sorry, Sue. Ethan isn't with me..." She could feel her heart racing, knowing Scott was in the car and at a much more vulnerable size than before. Sue could overpower her if she wanted; Jackie just had to trust that the titanic woman wouldn't do that. Continuing, Jackie added, "But I have brought this little guy."
Jackie presented the struggling Ted to Sue, who hesitantly looked him up and down. Aside from his diminutive form, he seemed to be a man in his late thirties and very unhappy to see her. Sue shifted her gaze to Jackie, "And you want me to take this man? Who is it?"
Jackie smiled as she felt Sue's mood change, knowing the huge woman was sold already. "He's a very bad man," Jackie explained, "But he has nowhere to go. He needs a firm, motherly figure to look after him."
"You're not playing with me, are you?" Sue asked. This whole situation seemed too good to be true. Life had been less than ideal without Ethan. She'd been so lonely, and she had all this pent up energy, all these maternal urges. Cuddling against a spare pillow at night just wasn't the same as having a little one to embrace, but it was a habit she kept up nonetheless. Jackie was right - she was a mother at heart.
"No, not at all," Jackie clarified, smiling warmly at Sue to reinforce her good intentions. "Can I be honest with you, Sue?"
"Of course."
"If I kept him, I'd kill him."
Sue gasped, "You'd kill him? Was he really that bad?" Ted thrashed wildly in Jackie's grasp, grunting and screaming through the tape.
"He wronged me a long time ago. It was my brother who convinced me to spare him," Jackie looked back to the car, where Scott was residing, "He's the reason I might finally be able to make my peace with it." In that moment, Jackie felt a lot of love for her brother. He was her rock, her chance to move on from a troubled past. "That's why I need you to take Ted."
"Ted?" Sue asked, "His name's Ted?"
"Yep."
Sue's curious expression changed to one of glee as she came to a decision. She held her arms out excitedly, "Aw, Teddy! Come to Mama!"
Ted's eyes widened in horror as Sue reached out towards him. With no other option, he looked towards Jackie for salvation as an all-encompassing panic set in. Jackie could see the fear in his eyes, responding only by smiling at the terrified man. "Well, here you go!" Jackie replied, handing him to Sue.
Sue took Ted into her arms, sighing in contentment as she cradled his flailing body. "Shhhh," Sue cooed as she pulled him into her chest. She held him tightly, able to feel him desperately attempting to wriggle away from her, unsuccessfully of course. "Oh, less of that, little one. Let's get you inside and get this tape off your mouth, shall we?"
Sue looked at Jackie, beaming with joy, "Thank you, Jackie, you've made me a very happy woman."
Jackie smiled, "No, thank you! Have a great day!" She waved at Sue and Ted before turning and heading back to the car. That couldn't have gone better. She could only barely hear Ted's frantic grunts as she walked away, silenced by Sue's door clicking shut.
As Sue shut and locked her front door, she looked around her empty home. Or at least her previously empty home. She now had someone to fill it, and her, with purpose.
"Welcome to your new home, Teddy!" Sue chirped as she headed into the living room. Ted stared with wide eyes at the massive woman holding him, terrified at what the future held. She couldn't get away with this, could she? Someone would come looking for him, although he wasn't sure who that person would be.
"MMMM, MMMM!" he shrieked through the tape as Sue descended into her armchair with a sigh. He didn't know this woman yet, but she seemed caring enough. He wondered if she could be reasoned with. Or perhaps he could convince her that Jackie had been wrong to punish him, that he deserved better than this.
Sue pouted, "Aw, you look desperate." As Ted shook his head and continued to squirm, Sue reached down and held him. "Does Teddy want the tape off his mouth?" she asked. Slowing his breathing and calming down, Ted nodded softly in response.
"Oh, I bet you do!" she cooed back. Cradling Ted against her massive bosom with one hand, Sue raised the other and slipped it down into her top. Ted watched, confused, as she withdrew one of her enormous breasts, it slapping against him as it settled in place. He eyed the fatty flesh, topped with an engorged, almost swollen-looking nipple. Ted tried his best to stifle a gag, his body twitching from the involuntary motion, as he was forced to endure the disgusting image.
"Calm down, little one!" Sue said, "Patience is a virtue." She leaned back into her armchair to get comfortable before finally reaching down and peeling the tape away from Ted's mouth.
Ted's lips stung painfully, red and sticky from the leftover adhesive. He didn't immediately make a sound, too in shock and sore to do so as he stretched his stiff mouth muscles. He looked up at the obese woman smiling down at him before belatedly begging, "Please, you have to help me! Jackie..."
"Shhhh," Sue pushed her breast into Ted's face to silence him. She skillfully slid her other hand past his face and pinched her nipple between her finger and thumb. Ted screamed into the soft, overwhelming mass of fat as he felt the rubbery skin of Sue’s hardening nipple being forced into his mouth.
Attempting to throw his limbs around wildly, Sue easily held Ted in place. He looked up at her as he questioned whether it was a good idea to resist, or maybe even bite down. She quickly answered that as she held him firmly with both hands and tightly pinched the back of his neck. Sue increased the pressure, with her hand easily wrapped around most of his neck, until the pain became unbearable.
Ted wanted to scream out, unable to from his forcibly full mouth. He could feel his consciousness fading as Sue restricted the blood flow more and more. Discombobulated and panicking, Ted obediently began to suckle at her teet.
Whilst Sue had often enjoyed having Ethan at her breast, being as old as she was, she had not lactated since he was a baby. To her surprise, as Ted sucked, she felt a warm, fine liquid being pulled from her breast. Sue's mouth fell agape in shock. The human body was a marvellous thing; her maternal urge with Ted must have been so strong that she had begun to lactate once more. She beamed down at him with motherly pride.
"My baby!"
Ted pulled away from her suddenly, sputtering the milk across her breast in disgust. He coughed and retched, tears streaming from his face as he realised what was happening. The taste in his mouth sent shudders down his spine.
Sue looked down at Ted and pouted, “Aw, Teddy! Did you drink too fast? You’re a hungry boy!” She tutted soothingly, not wanting him to go without her remarkable bounty, “Let me fix that.”
“No, pleas…” Ted attempted to plead with her, immediately silenced as Sue shoved her nipple back into his waiting mouth. She pinched his neck once more, quickly managing to urge him back into sucking.
“Ah, there we go, that’s better!” she chirped lovingly, “A woman my age beginning to lactate around a little one - it’s not unheard of… But it’s very, very rare.” Ted stared up in horror, scared not to suck, as Sue continued, “You and I, Teddy, we’re meant to be.”
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