Other Fetishes

Anya was quietly filling out paperwork in her office- it was another late night. Being a high level executive of a famous marketing company, there was ALWAYS work to be done. People were clamoring after their world famous ad designs, posters, billboards... And though she was happy to lend such a service, it was exhausting after so much time. So... It wasn't too big of a suprise when her eyes began to wander, and she saw a dark figure out in the hallway. Strange... Usually the office was empty by now except for her! She slowly got up, crept out into the hallway, and followed the sound of quiet but clunky footsteps, until she found one of her new interns- not any of those young, keen, cutesy interns who were happy to do her bidding and get some meaningless praise- but an adult adult like her! One who was just starting out in her career, but one who was still, nonetheless, a degree holding career woman, like any other. Anya raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here, huh?" She called out softly. When she finally saw the girl in her entirety, she was shocked to see that she was not holding a lunchbox or a briefcase- it was a trashbag that seemed to be... dripping? Anya approached the girl and gently took the bag, glaring at the girl. Was she trying to smuggle out stolen money or something? Unthinkable! And besides... Why would it be wet? Anya's face turned from anger to confusion when she saw what was inside- a pair of wet pants and a wet thong too! "What is this? What are you doing here so late and with something like this?" She asked quietly, prepared to handle the situation when she was inevitably given the wrong- or right- answer. It wasn't like the girl could go anywhere and hide, either. They were on the tenth floor of a big office building, she couldn't jump out of the window, and Anya stood between her and the main staircase! 

Dahlia looked at Francine with a cute, sheepish expression. The model always knew what to say to make her heart skip a beat… even when it came to something as outrageous as being breastfed! She didn’t give the okay directly but based on her lack of squirming and the fact that she was okay with Francine rubbing her bare butt for now, she knew she had to help the girl get started! She hadn’t done this since she was a real baby after all! The poor thing is rusty!

"It can help us get closer as a couple. You know... Without any sexual acts at all!" She said with a big smile. "You just lay against my bare skin and drink, and I feel you here, helping me... It sounds lovely, doesn't it?" She continued to pressure, leaning down and rubbing her bare butt. "If you try it, I'll even throw in an extra diaper sticker to put on your chart, for free!"

As Francine pulled Dahlia closer and closer to her engorged breasts, the blush on the baby girl grew and grew. “N-no w-w-way…!” She said, barely able to get the words out due to how flustered she was getting. But her eyes were staring down what was in front of her! If they weren’t in a relationship, it would be downright creepy!

"I saw these videos online on how to stimulate yourself into lactating, and it was pretty easy!" She said with a proud smile. "As long as I gave someone to keep draining me, then I'll probably keep producing! It's supposed to be really good for you!" She stated and brought her close, tempting her with the little droplets on her big perky breasts.