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Chapter 4 - Day Three

Matthew stared at his cereal bowl. The thought of Milly's milk in the bowl was too much. Its warmth. Its moisture. He was barely able to move, even though a half naked girl was leaning on him. She turned toward him, panting and shaking out her hand.

"Hey, Matthew? Can you help me with something?"

Matthew knew immediately what Milly wanted.

"U-um... I didn't want you to find out, but if I don't milk myself then they'll just keep getting bigger."

Matthew took a deep breath. "I hope you understand, I'm a little weirded out."

Milly sighed.

"However," Matthew continued, "I am more than happy to help you. Grab some containers, and—"

Milly hugged him excitedly, pulling Matthew's face into her cleavage for a moment. When she pushed him back out, she whispered, "Sorry... My last boyfriend wouldn't help me with it, so I'm just happy."

Matthew raised his eyebrows, unable to believe what was happening. "That's right. I'm your... Friendly neighborhood milk man."

Matthew grabbed a huge bowl and took it with him to the couch, already thinking of Milly's boobs molding in his grip. He sat on the couch and motioned worriedly for her to sit on his lap. When she got to him, she stopped for a second.

"A-are you sure? You don't seem happy, and your cereal is still—"

Matthew just patted his lap again. "Trust me, it's not that I'm not happy about it."

Milly smiled, and sat on his lap. She immediately noticed Matthew's bulge, but he assured her, "If you don't address it, I'll not address it."

She put the bowl in her lap and leaned back. "That's fine. But I was only going to joke about it."

As she took her other boob out of her bra (yeah, leftie's been hanging out since the cereal thing), Matthew whispered "Feel free, I'm not easily offended."

Milly got slightly annoyed with her bra, and unclipped it, taking it off completely and putting it on the couch next to them. Matthew didn't look for a moment; he knew that it was going to be massive... Yet when he did look, he was still shocked. It was well bigger than something he could cover his face with: it was something that, if it was made of metal, he could utilize as armor for his entire abdomen from ribs to waist.

"Okay, Mat... I'm ready when you are."

Matthew crossed his arms around Milly's belly and leaned towards her ear. "Bowl in place?"

"Check."

"You ready?"

"Never more."

Matthew's hand was shaking. His only condolence for himself was that a he was at least not backing down, but it didn't make him any more confident. Milly had noticed that Matthew was really not ready, and looked back. "We all good?"

Matthew's thoughts always drifted back to the same place. Milly's hair was suddenly blond, and she was shorter, looking back at him.

"Matthew, what's the holdup?"

Matthew shook his head. His ex was still haunting him, and he was letting it happen.

"You okay?" Milly asked, a look of genuine concern on her face.

Matthew closed his eyes tightly and nodded. "Yeah... Milly. It's fine."

His mind loved to fuck with him at the worst possible times. He could only see Adrianne sitting there on his lap, but he knew who was really there. He blinked a few times and Milly sat on his legs once again, like nothing ever happened. "It's fine."

Milly held both his hands. "If you need to talk, I'm here for you. But don't let me impose."

Matthew nodded, and smiled. "Yep, we're all good. I'll go ahead and get started for you, m'kay?"

Milly leaned back, weirded out at his sudden change in attitude from stress to a level of happiness that was weird for Matthew, but ready to get some action going.

Matthew wrapped his eager hands around Milly's nipples and pulled on them a little, then he pushed them up toward her chest. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're the prettiest girl in the whole wide world?"

Milly chuckled. "No, but I get the feeling you were about to?"

Matthew frowned. "Hmm... No, I was gonna go with hot. I think you're the hottest girl in the whole world."

Milly grinned, leaning back and whispering in his ear, "Is that right?"

Matthew shrugged slowly. "I don't know, I'm usually right. I could be wrong..." He wrung both nipples at once like one would a cow's udders, causing Milly to moan and lean her head over his shoulder. "...But something tells me I'm not. It could be the way I feel whenever I look at you, but it might not be."

He kept moving his fingers around the ends of her boobs, squeezing the milk from her nipples like he was dehydrated and couldn't drink until he had every last drop milked.

"Why so suddenly, Mat?" Milly asked, breathing heavily as he moved his fingers around her nipples more and harder.

"What do you mean?" Matthew asked hushedly. "I just thought about what I was missing out on."

Milly smiled and moaned more as the milk was wrung from her knockers. "We'll see."

Matthew was gone at the bowling alley with his therapist for the rest of the day, and didn't come back until pretty late. Milly was already in bed, lying there under the blanket. Matthew lay next to her and went to sleep.

—Three A.M.—

Matthew sat on the side of his bed, head in his hands. "Fuuuuuuck."