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It happened while Rebecca was pounding Anon into the bed hard enough for the frame to creak. In other words, a night like almost any other.

The human was in bliss beneath her like usual, overwhelmed by her huge frame and heavy hips. Everything rocked with her movements; the whole world shook when she groaned. His sounds in response were muffled in her furry chest. Hardly being able to breathe or move wasn't a problem. And he'd long ago gotten over any fear of being crushed. Anon was being ridden at her mercy like usual when the tigress pulled up to give him air. And like usual, he got half a breath in before she dropped a breast on his face and leaned back down with a growl. She cupped his head in a single paw, holding him in place as the rough dance continued. The next step was for Anon to suck on and massage the massive mammary on his face.

When he did, there was something sweet coming from her nipple.

Rebecca could feel her husband splutter beneath her. Connected to him like this, she could feel everything -- the beat of his heart, the tremors in his hands -- the curling of his toes. Spluttering was nothing new. Just another delightful sensation. The squeezing and pushing at her breast was too. She grunted and rode him harder; her little human loved breathplay, so she'd learned his limits quickly. But he was going to give her another load before she let up.

He promised her they'd make a family, after all.

Anon felt the tigress shudder at his struggles, a low groan shaking him even more. The milky substance was beginning to fill his mouth now. It was different from simply sucking on her nipple, and some of it spilled from his lips. Rebecca purred like a furnace on top of him.

"Feeling so -- good -- that you're -- drooling down there?" she asked. She squeezed him tighter against her tit, dampening his response to nothing. "I know you -- love it, but -- you're going to -- cum for me first!"

True to her word, the tigress didn't let up until the telltale throbbing rose to a crescendo. Her sounds of pleasure deepened in tenor as she rode out his orgasm. Small chirps and purrs punctuated them; her body was alight with sensation, but the way he was sucking and pawing at her breast felt especially good this time. Her reluctance wasn't as feigned as usual when she sat up this time. Anon's groans were drowned out by her deep, satisfied rumbles as she ground her hips on his to eek out any last traces of seed.

"Anon, that felt so --"

She stopped when his features came into focus.

"W-what's that on your face?"

"That's what I -- was trying to tell you --" he panted. "I started -- sucking out milk -- "

Rebecca's ears slowly rose as her look of concern flickered. Anon caught a brief glimpse of a smile before the tigress leapt out of bed, pounding out of the room while he bounced on the mattress.

"Do you know what this means?!" she called back to him, already in the bathroom. Anon groaned in response, climbing out from the her crater in the cushions.

"I can call them 'mega mommy milkers now?" he replied.

"B-be quiet!"

When the test came out negative, the tigress was sad as per usual. She went in for an exam, crushing her husband's hand the whole time. The possible implications of lactation without pregnancy had Anon concerned too. But after a few hours and some more tests, they were told not to worry. None of the more serious maladies were cropping up as a cause. More often than not, it happened for some other unknown, ephemeral reason. The most likely culprit, they said, was the tigress' new relationship with her husband. It going so well and all the talk of children probably kickstarted the process.

However much of that was State propaganda, it was true that their relationship was going strong. It continued to after they got the diagnosis and adjusted to the new challenges. Clothes needed to be washed more often, new specialty bras needed to be bought. Anon was more than happy to help relieve the increasing soreness and pressure.

Almost a little too happy.

Massages and romps were punctuated by comments on her 'mega mommy milkers,' 'large leche producers,' and 'divine dairy factories.' Rebecca didn't mind at first -- her husband's affections were always welcome -- but eventually the focus began to wear thin. As much as she appreciated the relief, and as good as the more intimate sessions felt, she found it was best when his face was stuffed in her breast.

So after a few days, that's what she planned to do.

Anon woke up in heaven, like usual. Rebecca's presence and purrs were comforting in the morning, even if her cuddles bordered on suffocation at times. But there was something different about her plush form this time. She was rocking him, but it didn't feel like her arm was around him. When he went to extract himself from her, he found his limbs practically immobile.

And she wasn't on top of him this time.

Rebecca responded to his muffled struggles, her pleasant hum hitching slightly. Her paws on his back confirmed to the human something was indeed afoot. The cream fur of her breast came to light as she adjusted him against her, drawing a slight groan. Rebecca cooed, petting his head.

"Good morning, Anon," she said. "Sleep well?"

She chuckled when he tried to pull his face away from her form with little success. "I thought so. Now, I need some help this morning. Would you mind?"

The pawing of his hands at her breast made her tense -- he could see a flash of pleasure on her face just over the cream-white horizon.

"G-good," she said. "Since you've been so eager, I figured you wouldn't mind taking care of these two this morning."

She tugged on something, and Anon's vision filled a little more with plush pillow as he was pressed tighter against her.

"My tiger teats."

She tugged again for punctuation, emphasizing the terms he used.

"My sweater cows."

Fabric slipped over his head, squishing him further into her breast.

"My motherly melons."

With a final tug, Anon was back down to her nipple. Rebecca adjusted his head until it pressed against his spluttering lips, ignoring his continued struggles.

"Oh relax," she said, cinching the fabric tight around him. "You'll be fine. You'll be able to breathe -- you did just fine earlier this morning. Now go on... enjoy yourself."

Anon paused; he felt the tigress begin to move, her hands falling away. He wasn't sure of her game, but the feeling of being pressed up against her like this was too good to resist. His ministrations elicited a deep sigh from Rebecca.

"Good boy," she said.

Anon continued to fondle and suck, nibble and massage, feeling the tremors run through her plush form. He was vaguely aware as she moved around the house. He was vaguely curious about how exactly she'd bound him against her. But none of it mattered much when he was given free reign to tease her tit as much as he wanted. The way she reacted was almost as sweet as her milk.

Soon enough, though, he began to shift against her. Anon had a thing for breathplay, so the fight for air wasn't the issue. And he'd grown quite used to Rebecca's intense warmth. It was the overabundance of milk that made him worm his hands to her nipple and try to pry it from his lips. The tigress had been waiting for this; she pressed his face in hard with no small amount of pleasure.

"Oh, come on, Anon. Help me with my 'mega mommy milkers!'"

Her nipple slipped back into his mouth as she pumped his head against her soft pillow.

"I went and got this sari just for you!"

The tigress let up when she felt a telltale jerk, one the human only did at the very edge of consciousness. Anon was still caught between the fabric and her funbag when she loosened the tie.

"Rebecca -- please --"

He coughed, looking up at her with milk in his beard. The tigress cooed, running a thumb over his forehead.

"But Anon, I thought you couldn't get enough of my... my 'ginormous milkjugs?'"

"Y-you've made -- your point, Rebecca --"

"Good," she replied with a small grin. "But I want to make sure it takes."

She chuckled at his groan, chest bouncing slightly.

"H-how long?" he asked.

"Until I say so," she said. She pulled the garment tight before he could respond, plastering his face into her breast. "Back to it. No breaks."

And so the morning went. Rebecca kept her word, not letting up once. Whenever the human seemed low on stamina, she cinched the sari tighter and pumped his head until he gave in. Anon still took pleasure from it, evidenced by the hardness poking into the tigress' stomach. She pressed up against the wall every now and then to tease him with it. She couldn't deny it felt good as well -- cooking breakfast was a somewhat difficult affair with the knee-shaking sensations and relief. It was one of the few times she actually told him to ease up.

After hours of this, Rebecca finally sat on the couch and loosened the sari. Her breast spilled out to the side, revealing a gasping and disheveled Anon.

"You okay?" she asked, brushing his hair aside.

"Don't squeeze me or I'm going to throw up," he coughed, clutching her fur. Rebecca's eyes went wide with concern, but narrowed when a smile formed on his face.

"I should put you in for another ten minutes for that..."

"Please, don't! Actually don't," he pleaded, pushing against her. The tigress chuckled, stroking his hair.

"Are you going to make fun of my breasts again?" she asked.

"I-I wasn't making fun of them --"

"Anon..." the tigress said, pressing one against the side of his face.

"Alright, alright, I'll cut down on the alliteration!"

"Good."

Rebecca let her boob fall off to the side and sat back with a sigh. She wrapped a paw around the human's head and held him close, stroking idly as she relaxed. Soon he was stroking her fur in kind.

"...I-I didn't completely put you off from massaging them, did I?" she asked after a while.

"No way. Your tiggies are a gift to mankind. It'd be a crime to squander them."

She groaned, pulling him back into one.

"Hey, I just said 'tiggies!'" the human complained, pushing at her pillow.

"I know..." she rumbled. It broke off into a chuff as he continued wiggling his way out. "Do you want to come out, now?"

"Yeah. I think --"

A pleasant ding interrupted them. They looked up from the couch towards the door; Anon grumbled as Rebecca tightened the sari once again. She didn't force him into her breast when she stood, instead letting him slip between them.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"Looks like a package," she replied, peeking through the blinds. She went to the door, pressing against it to look out the peephole -- and to squish her husband some more.

"Was that really necessary?"

"I wouldn't want to be seen with you in my shirt, no," the tigress replied.

Anon went still at her words. He was lucky enough to pass it off as apprehension when she leaned down to pick up the plastic bag, but Rebecca could tell something was up when she closed the door.

"Y-you probably shouldn't open that," he said, "i-if it's what I think it is, it's meant to be a surprise."

"Really?" the tigress said, loosening the sari. The human was still trapped against her, but there was enough slack for him to turn around and watch her tear open the package. Out came exactly what he dreaded: a sweatshirt. The logo of the old 'Tiger's Milk' power bars was in perfect condition when she spread the garment out. He looked up sheepishly to find her ears flattened, a smile on her wrinkled face.

"L-look, I-I ordered this before... uh... you know..."

Rebecca moved back to the couch and set the sweatshirt down. The way he tumbled out of the sari onto the cushions was about as gentle. He scrambled onto his butt, ready to attempt an escape. But Rebecca was stripping down, to his surprise. The flowing red silks she'd trapped him in were cast off with grace, leaving her form bare save for a tiny pair of purple panties. The sweatshirt was a little big, even for her -- he'd gone with the XXXXXL size, just to be safe.

Rebecca looked down at Anon with a slashing tail, the words "Tiger's Milk" emblazoned in bold letters across her chest.

"Y-you l-look... good?" he chanced. The tigress offered him a sarcastic smile before scooping him up and stuffing him under the shirt. The human didn't resist as she pulled him against her other breast, squeezing him tight until he began sucking again. She chuffed, backing off just a little.

"Holding you feels better anyway."