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Fwo-Christi-Hannah - Milk Mom (Messy) by OverFlo207



Story by: https://chewbacca111222.deviantart.com

 

It was a day like any other for Christi, all before she’d fallen in love. A little ball of fur with even smaller tufts of fur, petite as can be and a sweetie at that; she’d gotten herself a new pet, and a padded one to boot! It wasn’t until she’d gotten home and worked through the details with her ‘daughter’, Hannah, that the bashful little pup had revealed he could talk. A shocking discovery, no doubt, as her mind boggled over the hypocrisy of a puppy being able to speak, yet needing doggy diapers, but all that nonsense was pressed out of her mind soon enough. With a sharp squeak, the little furball announced himself “Flo”, only to turn away in a bit of shock himself. Christi wouldn’t know it, but the poor little guy was ashamed and nervous, pondering his best moves to woo his new “mommy” as he’d like to call her, taking brief, sporadic glances at her and her surprisingly free sitting diaper, like she couldn’t be more open about herself.
From then on, it seemed like days had gone by. Flo was a good, responsible pup, sure, but his true intentions still hid under his puppy guise. Rather than just talk with the beautiful maiden of a mommy, he acted like any little pup would, slowly working up a gallery to woo big mommy into loving him, even if she was already pleasantly pleased with him. Only a few more days, he’d tell himself, change to change, bowl of kibble to another. He’d soon find himself anxiously at her feet, only feet away from Christi’s awesome cleavage, and the sweet nectar of life inside. She mustn’t know...she has to wait, he thought to himself, scribbling his desires onto paper.


    Reckoning day, 1pm...Flo had finally mustered the courage to ‘face’ his mother. Or rather, to face the cushy, bulky rump of Hannah, currently suckling at the very tits he had yearned after day in and day out. He could feel himself grumbling inside at her. How could she be so lucky and yet work so little at it? Was life to blame, or was it just Hannah’s big boobies too? Are they in on the joke? He questioned himself fruitfully, out of sight of the bonding babes, throughout their lengthy feeding session, before the little cutie above him belched cutely, before her little tummy started to gurgle. He’d known this would happen...just like clockwork. Even a pup could keep track of just when little Hannah’s ticking time bomb would prime, as she pinched her mother’s sides, hoping to get down and rush off to the potty for an inevitable mess halfway there. It was funny, too, at least after he stopped taking toots to the face...stinky, stinky diaper farts...but at least he knew it’d work. Shuffling his paperwork in his hands like an overpaid businessman, he stepped up to Christi, stifling her attempts to help Hannah along. Rather than talk, he stood up as tall as his little legs would take him, perching up on his high toes before reaching his drawing book up, showing Christi what anyone would take as fridge worthy art. 


    Unfortunately, though, she couldn’t quite make out the message, at least from her height, so up Flo went up onto her lap. Their diapers crinkled loudly against one another for a brief moment, making the young pup shiver in excitement. Which, with the comparingly huge mass of soft tissue before him, only got more intense. Yes, he had finally made it, most of the way at least, up to Mommy’s luscious chest, hardly cradled by whatever lacy bra she had perking up her massive bosom. He could feel drool welling up in his mouth as he gazed on, handing off most of the pictures to Mommy Christi....her funbags were nearly the size of his head! How much milk could she make with such beautiful, full breasts! He thought to himself, glancing at her curvaceous figure. He just couldn’t help it; now was his best chance. Clumsily pawing at her bosom, he attempted to free her chest from the small belly shirt that contained them, before eagerly licking at her top, desperate and afraid to lose all the progress he made, all in a pitiful act to get at that which he yearned for so much. The fuss easily drew her attention from the surprisingly well crafted pictures as her now wet, saliva drenched top clung to her sensitivities. Setting them aside, she hoisted the little pup up and out to arm’s length, staring him down like a pervy squirrel that might’ve spiraled its way up her pant leg. 


    Flo could tell it in his bones...that his new Mommy wasn’t too keen on the silly and frankly indecent little show her pup managed to make once brought to her chest level. His excitement showing, her shyly rubbed his legs together, looking down to avoid the judgemental gaze, before softly beginning to sob. Not only were his plans dashed aside by his clumsy paws, but he might have just outed himself from the relationship. All he wanted was her milk, after all, but it’s not like a little pup could expect to be gifted with something so sweet and rich. Fortunately for him, though, his whimpering was just too much to bear. Although a bit confused by his choice of action, Christi thought it made sense with the diaper and all. The little fella must just be hungry, she thought, so she did the only thing she might think he needed. Shifting her top off hand by hand, she exposed her giant chest to him, before reaching behind her, snapping her bra links free, letting her limp bra fall to her padded lap. And like a moth to a light, her little puppy practically lunged full force onto her breasts like a large beanbag chair, for his size at least, latching on tightly only to lick her into moistness. Before too long, he was properly suckling off her large endowment, crying softly at just how sweet it all was...his satisfaction and the milk trickling past his lips and filling him like a warm, cascading river of sweet, creamy milk. Nothing could compare to the rich taste and the comforting feeling of Mother’s chest, slowly extending and contracting beneath him, her heat radiating into him. It made him feel calm, comfortable...at home. 


    At least, that was until the thought hit him, like it had every time he’d indulged in milkies. He’d forgotten again that he was lactose intolerant, which meant that sweet, warm sensation running down his throat might feel just as warm going...home? His little paws clenched and softly kneaded her bosom for support as his stomach protested the new girth rising up in his gullet, her milk churning up a storm in his bowels, sounding off lower and lower. The poor puppy, as quickly as he’d assured his place at home, had found a way to bring along a caveat, as he burst (yes burst) into his poor little padding. Somehow, the thought hadn’t triggered in Christi as her little pup’s bottom sounded off like a tuba swirling in muddy tar. The thought of her baby girl was too familiar, so she’d gotten used to it. Rather than push away, her maternal instincts kicked in, her hands cupping the seat of his expanding diaper. Rather than let it extend down and part open with his excretions, she’d force her hand over the mushy, hot mess, only making the embarrassing, degrading act more horrifying to go through. Not only was Flo uncontrollably being forced to mess by his body’s disagreement with dairy, but he’d also been subjected to a sort of massage like he’d never experienced. As if it was medicinal, it felt like the massage was only making his little bomb of a butt produce more and more, or so he felt as his little butt burned a hole in the seat of his diaper, but sooner rather than later he was done. His stomach could only hold so much, after all, even if his gut wrenching act had smeared to every crease in his poor diapered bottom. Perhaps if she hadn’t interfered with his butt blasts, it might’ve produced some sort of mushy grapefruit left to rot in the sun, but he was too worried on how she felt on it to start deciding on biggest messy ever. 


    To his surprise, Christi decided to reel the little pup back in off of her bosom, giving him a sort of mushy throne atop her chest, making him feel just above her. That feeling, however, soon left. She’d brought him up to eye level not to make him feel welcome, but more to congratulate him on the hefty purge. It wasn’t long before she’d find her hand cupping the seat of his diaper once more, mushing the fine mess into his rump, making Flo squeal and shiver. Never had he felt so nurtured and yet punished...even as his smelly rump made his own nose crinkle in distaste. And yet, all Christi managed to do was sink to his level, chanting how much of a big boy he was, and how much of a nice present he’d made. Of course he’d made several, spread along the floor around them, but he’d known that he was being teased on the bulge, or bulges, in his diaper…He knew he deserved it all, in one way or another. But what he hadn’t expected was about to roll right over him.


    In the doorway, just past sight of it all, was none other than lil Hannah once again. Sobbing softly to herself, clenching a small toy bunny in her hand (her potty buddy, Mr. Fluffernuts), she stomped her foot, perking her chest out like a mid aged teenage brat. She must’ve been standing in the doorway the whole time, witnessing her mother give away HER milk and HER affection to some puppy! And a stinky one at that! How could she? Hannah was far too upset over the thought that anyone could take her mother away from her, somebody she thought she held exclusively as her own. Whether Christi allowed it or not, Hannah wouldn’t go without a fight getting this thing away from her Mommy. So, without much consideration for the adorable, yet fragrant pup, she shrieked. She shouted, past her built up tension and her welled up tears, if only to stop this...thing from changing her life. “Wha-what are you doing, Mom?!? Do you just...do you feed any old street rat now?!”...silence.


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