A New Kitten Chapter 49

Chapter 49

The two spent the whole of their evening and the morning cuddled in bed. Duty did call eventually however. When it did, all Weiss had to say was “Script.” and Blake seemed to get the idea. Owner made breakfast and readied a laptop for the two of them to work at. She even pulled up an itemized list of props they could use for Weiss to look over. It was quite the set up Weiss exited her morning shower to see.

“Hey Kitten! Yogurt, cereal, or eggs and bacon?”

“Eggs and a glass of milk? If you have any toast, that’d be really nice?”

“Done, and done.” Blake traded off her extra slice of toast for Weiss’s bacon on the plates she’d already prepared and passed it off.

“I love you.” Weiss offered and piled eggs onto her toast to casually munch on as she looked over what Blake had prepared for her. “You have a number of ideas planned out?”

“I wrote a couple things after your last performance. It was… inspiring.”

“Pushing till it breaks?” Weiss looked over the ideal title.

“You don’t need to take one of my ideas, you can write one of your own if you want?”

“I might, but it is better if we have a base idea from you. It’d be… potentially catastrophic for me if Jacques found out I was intentionally helping you of my own free will.”

“I guess it could throw a wrench into some things?”

“Something like that.” Weiss nodded.

“And you wanted a glass of milk?” Blake pumped her eyebrows as she poured the glass.

“Yeah, I figure it would be for the best; make sure I don’t end up lacking any nutrients after you start sucking me dry.” Weiss answered with rosy cheeks all without daring to look up from the monitor.

Blake choaked on her drink as she passed Weiss’s over to her. “You- you wanted  to- to…”

“Well, we were supposed to do it yesterday, but... yeah. Thank you by the way. The movie was great, even if I did end up…”

“It’s alright love. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would go in that direction.”

“Still, thank you.” Weiss settled. “And, like I said, it was supposed to be yesterday, so… I don’t know, just go ahead and slip one of the pills in the milk or something?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, why not.” Weiss shrugged. “It sounds fun, plus it’s not permanent. Worst case scenario, I get a little more loving and you playing with my chest.”

“It does sound nice.”

“Yeah, so-”

“Here you go Kitten.” Blake produced the dust pill from what seemed to be nowhere.

“And you acted all surprised.” Weiss leveled a glare at Blake.

“Yeah, well, I know my Kitten. Is that such a crime?”

“Nope, it’s actually pretty cute.” Weiss smiled and popped the pill before downing the majority of the glass to wash it away.

Forming a script took some finagling, and Blake suggested an idea Weiss was equally excited and worried about. She might have protested it more or tried to think up an alternative, but before she could, pain began to spike in her chest. It had been visibly swelling against her comfy tank since a matter of minutes after she’d popped the pill. When it began, all it felt like was a light warmth in her chest, actually rather pleasant. More than once she caught herself with a hand or two drifted up from the keyboard to lay on her breasts. Brothers, having the pressure of a palm pressing back on them felt perfect as they began to change. At first, the simple press of a palm against her manifesting mammaries was enough. It was just a pleasant sensation and Weiss could rather easily pull her hands back and return to her work on the script. That became less and less true as things progressed however. Eventually, Weiss needed to give them a slight squeeze, then a true grope, and then no matter what she did, it just wasn’t enough. The heat just built and built in her chest. It built till her skin felt almost like it was burning; being pulled apart; in a way, it was. They were growing larger and larger- ok, maybe the only actually grew a half a cup, an extra cup at most, but it felt like they were growing notably larger. It felt that way because of how they tightened and firmed, feeling almost painful; like she couldn’t handle anymore without having it relieved. That was when the ache truly began. The heat- it didn’t subside, but Weiss grew accustomed to it. She grew accustomed to the warmth, but the pressure and the ache that accompanied, she could never grow accustomed to. She whined and pressed them together, a pained pout on her lips as she turned to Blake.

“Hey there Kitten, how are you holding up?”

Weiss shook her head and pressed her breasts together harder.

“What’s wrong sweetie, you look like you’re in a little pain there.

Weiss whimpered softly and began to scratch at her chest through her shirt.

“Shh, shh, no scratching, that will only hurt Kitten.” Blake pulled Weiss’s hands down to a murderous glare. “Hey, it looks like we are… well, we’re not done with the script, but we aren’t going to get any more work done with you like this. How about we head back to bed, I’ll help you out there?”

Weiss nodded and whined low and needily.

“Come along now Kitten, come along.” Blake lead the way and Weiss clung to her as she went. The whole way, Weiss followed close and tried to press her chest against Blake’s back, little whimpers and cries slipping from her lips the whole way.

“You ok Kitten? It’s not often you go nonverbal like this.” Blake worried a little openly as she turned back to Weiss and ushered her to the bed.

“I- I-... hurt…” Weiss struggled to put words together.

“Ok Kitten. We’ll make it better here in a minute.”

Weiss pouted and began playing with her chest again. At least this time, she succeeded in finding and pinching her nipples. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she finally felt the slightest hint of relief. It wasn’t really anything, but even the smallest dribble felt perfect. A tiny little stain began to grow on her shirt over either nipple, just a drop or two, but it was blatant evidence of how her body was progressing.

Unintelligible groans and gurgles slipped out of Weiss’s lips full of frustration as she tried to vent the pressure that refused to ebb. She- she vaguely knew what attempts she made to speak were failing, but that didn’t seem to solve the issue. “Mhmm. Bake~” She mumbled and pinched her nipples again but to no relief. She cried out louder, furious at her body for being so obstinate about relieving the pressure.

“Breathe, breathe love.” Blake instructed and caressed Weiss’ cheek. The touch was everything. A calm little oasis away from the pressure that just wouldn’t stop.

“P- pressure… M- mmm- milk~” Weiss managed to find some words with Blake’s palm against her cheek.

“I told you love, if you ever tried do be disobedient again, this would break you.” Blake mercilessly whispered into Weiss’s ear, leaving her full of terror for just a moment or two. Had she done something wrong? Was there a punishment yet to come? Did Blake want to- “But, that's not something to worry about now. You’ve been so good, and even if you hadn’t…” Blake trailed off and her hand trailed down to cup Weiss’s breast.

The Kitten just grew louder, the taunt of a hand touching her but not actively relieving her. She fought, fidgeted, and kicked as Blake palmed lifelessly at her breasts. “Haaah! Mi- mii- mo-”

“Good kitten.” Blake praised and pressed kisses all the way down Weiss’s shirt to the left stain. Evil as always, she pressed her tongue to the wet spot and gave the slightest suction.

Weiss screamed at the sensation. Her rough shirt against swelling puffy nipples. It was so close to what she needed, but there was something painfully wrong about it.

“Shh Kitten. It will be alright. You’ll be fine.” Blake teased her teeth on the nipple tauntingly. Again, Weiss screamed, but Blake’s evil abated with that and the softening Owner pulled Weiss’s top off for her. Heaven descended down on Weiss’s nipple in the form of Blake’s warm wet mouth. She’d felt it before, of course, but it had never been so needed; so soothing. Biting her lip, Weiss reeled and tried to breathe through it all like Owner had instructed. Though, that seemed like a fool’s errand as soon as Blake took to succling softly on her breast. Weiss choaked on air, mind twisting in on itself as Blake purred into her nipple. “Hhack~” Weiss murmured out, her tongue falling limply from her mouth.

“You taste so sweet Kitten.” Blake praised and nuzzled into Weiss’s chest. She moved her lips to Weiss’s other nipple, and immediately, Weiss panicked. Did Blake think just a few drops would be enough? What? No! Blake had to keep gooo~

“Haaa!” All worries slipped from Weiss’s mind at the feeling of Blake sucking harder at the other nipple. To her immense relief, that was not all Blake did. The wonderful benevolent goddess that was her Owner began pinching at her nipple just so, and… and… and… Weiss’s mind softened quickly. Everything was warm and hazy, just soft and quiet. Passively, some portion of her was aware of the mess being made by her milk spraying from her nipple and rolling back down her breast. She was on some level aware, but it didn’t worry her like the mess normally would. All she cared about was laying back and being used for Owner who seemed to be avidly enjoying her breasts and the milk they readily released.

Blake’s mouth making the most tender of suction around her nipple coaxed the pressure out with ease, filling Owner’s mouth just for her to drink it down. Blake moaned onto her breast and each little sound of Owner’s enjoyment, Weiss felt comfort blanket gently over her mind. At some point, a hand went to massage at the back of Blake’s head where her hairline ended. With the gentlest tenderness, she urged Blake to drink till she was full.

No part of Weiss could ever have anticipated how it would actually feel. Maybe, just maybe she could have managed to conjure up an ideation somewhere close to the sheer physical sensation. But the combined comfort of Blake layed on top of her and nursing lightly from her sensitive breasts? There weren’t even any words. What there was; a connection.

“I love you Kitten.” Blake whispered weakly and licked Weiss’s right nipple clean. It beaded a drop of milk, but Weiss had a while since approached empty.

“Love… two.” Weiss answered back. She was tired, things drained her more than she’d anticipated, her body was working overtime to undergo the transformation and it’d exhausted her.

“How is this one love?” Blake turned to the other breast and gave a testing suck at the nipple.

Weiss arched slightly on the bed and whined. “M- mo- moo- mor…” She pleaded with the sudden realization of what slipped out.

Blake giggled. “Maybe I should have made you a good cow instead of my Kitten?” She teased , but Weiss didn’t for a moment believe Blake meant it. Blake loved her as a good Kitten, and Weiss loved being that Kitten for her more than anything.

Weiss bit her lip and refused to let that sound slip from her lips ever again- she would last roughly another three minutes.

“Mo- moo- more it is.” Blake teased goodheartedly and kissed around Weiss’s nipple till she found the peak once more.

Weiss fidgeted about as much as she could manage in her state of exhaustion and with Blake on top of her. She was wet, and not just from the spilled milk. Having her breasts sucked on like that was arousing as ever- no, notably more so with how the added pressure left her over sensitive and the relief just heightened it further. At some point, she had endured too much and couldn’t help but allow a hand to slip down and begin soothing at her folds. She came with a small symphony of moos and unintelligible whimpers on her lips.

When it was all over, Blake rested on top of her, belly full with all of what had been drained from Weiss. They cuddled together, both exhausted and happy. They continued that way for the rest of the day, milk, nap, milk nap. Weiss fully understood what Blake had meant earlier. If this had been done to her when she was anything less than on perfect terms with Blake and always able to request a new milking, she would have quickly gone mad from both lust and pain. She would have broken for Blake all over again. But, why would she ever need to be broken when she’d long since fallen for her.

End of Chapter 49