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Milk Factory 3
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It is fortunate that the fight ended quickly. But something strange happens
afterward.
That evening, when he arrives at home, Jeremy greets Max who is watching TV
after work as usual.
"Hi, babe. I'm home."
"Jeremy, what do you want for dinner tonight? Anything, just tell me."
"Yeah?"
A comment too exactly like yesterday morning.
It has become Max's habit to ask what they are going to have for dinner, but
repeating his words as identical as yesterday morning and the fact that they
have agreed on tonight's menu, makes Jeremy frown.
"That's funny. Didn't we already talk about this?"
"What talk? The last time we had a bet on a football team? I think I lost
and was supposed to treat you... Should we go out then?"
"Max?"
"In the morning?"
"Oh, my God, Maximus."
"Really...? I don't remember... Oh my God, honey, I must have been really,
really drunk. I don't remember a thing...I'm sorry."
Max is showing a deep genuine sorry face. It feels like his brain has become
a bit bogged down from all the drinking.
Still sitting on the sofa, Max tilts his head, and once again asks, "Jeremy,
what do you want for dinner tonight? Anything, just tell me."
"......"
Jeremy gulps. What? Why does his boyfriend become so creepy?
Jeremy lets out a nervous laugh. He's joking, right? But seeing Max acting
so stiff like that is scary.
"Jeremy, what do you want for dinner tonight? Anything, just tell me."
"Y-you...why are you being weird? Don't act like a broken robot. That's
seriously not funny."
"Jeremy, what do—"
"No no no...!"
Jeremy shouts interrupting Max, not wanting to hear the joke again. His eyes
widen in horror.
This is not real. This is a dream, right? Perhaps Jeremy had
accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa while waiting for his lover to
return.
Yeah, this is not real. This is a dream.
The middle-aged man shivers. He is so scared that his view starts to distort
wildly.
"Gasp!"
Jeremy jerks up, like someone who just woke up from a nightmare.
Right. That must be. He must have accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa.
Max must not be home yet. That creepy broken Max was just something that
happened in his dream.
Yes, yes. That clearly is. Jeremy Rogers has just woken up from a deep
sleep.
Due to the sudden movement, something attached to Jeremy's head loosens.
It's a virtual reality device, coiled and covering half his face. But thanks
to this, Jeremy's eyes can now see the real world, not a projected fiction.
"Ah...ungh...ah ah..."
Jeremy hears the sound of men moaning. At first, he assumes it is only one,
but then he realizes there are many. Overlapping and incomprehensible.
Jeremy still fails to understand the situation properly. He turns his head
to look around but is strangely refusing to move. His body also feels
uncomfortable.
"W-what?"
Again, Jeremy gasps in shock. His body is naked without a single thread
covering it! And that's not all. His arms, legs, and even his neck are tied
to a chair. Then his whole body is also hooked up with some weird medical
wires. But among them, the weirdest is the two long transparent tubes
attached to his nipples―like breast pumpers. His arms and legs which should
have been tanned are all fair. Even his hair which should have been unkempt
is neatly shaved.
"W-what...what is this..."
Jeremy's throat hurt. His voice sounds unfamiliar as if he hasn't spoken in
a long time. There is something also attached to his p*nis; some messy
sensors (electrodes) on the shaft and testicles, and a thin flexible tube
stuck in the urethra.
"Nguh..."
Jeremy panics. He struggles to get himself free. His p*nis doesn't hurt, but
the sight of a tube pierced into it makes him cringe. Jeremy continues to
writhe in fear, but only the muscles in his thighs and arms are twitching.
He can't move.
[Beep- Beep-]
Perhaps due to the increased stress level, the cylindrical glass cask caging
Jeremy starts to set off an alarm. Soon, a tingling shock is passed on to
his testicles and shaft.
"AUH!"
Jeremy jerks up. It is too much of a stimulus for a human to handle. With
just one electrical shock, blood quickly rushes to the bottom, making
Jeremy's p*nis hardens and erect.
It's hot. His p*nis is hot like it is on fire. And a shiver runs up Jeremy's
spine. The heat spreads to his neck as well as the rest of his skin.
"Ugh...no no no..."
The electrode patches don't look so messy anymore on Jeremy's now hard and
erect p*nis. Even when he struggles, the devices restraining him won't fall
off. Instead, they detect it as an erection and prepare the next procedure
for the individual in the glass cage to enjoy pleasure.
Poor Jeremy is terrified thinking that this glass cage is going to perform
some cruel experiment on him.
"Unghh...hic..."
Jeremy cries. But before long, he is again jolted violently. A long
tentacle-like proboscis (slightly glowing but elastic-looking) emerges from
behind the back of the chair.
It twists and wriggles, groping Jeremy's soft chest.
Following the tentacle's wriggling, Jeremy realizes that his chest is
different from the chest he remembers. Ia kini berubah menjadi dada yang
penuh lemak. It has now turned into a fatty chest. Big, plump, with swollen
nipples protruding. It really looks like a woman's breasts.
The large heavy chest wiggles beautifully with Jeremy's tugs and puffs. And
the tentacles begin to apply pressure more on it.
"Haah...w-what are you doing..."
There is a sense of warmth emanating from the mechanical tentacles―probably
equipped with a heating function. The texture is also very similar to that
of human skin. Gently, it squeezes Jeremy's plump chest, constantly applying
pleasant pressure.
"Hngh, ah, ugh...! N-no...ah!"
Then, the tentacle's bud-like head opens and spurting a slippery liquid.
Jeremy's breasts glisten with it, as if they are covered in oil.
The tentacle continues to do its work, smoothing the slippery liquid over
Jeremy's chest. Each stroke, each squeeze, makes Jeremy bite his lip because
the feeling is so familiar.
Max.
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