Soon, the tingling of tiny feet spreads across your breasts, but is certainly far more concentrated on your nipples. You fight the embarrassment and arousement that both run through your body.
“H… hey, what are you doing?”
You think it silly that they would bother answering you, because it was obvious: they were extracting your Brobanium. You feel strange, almost violated, you might say, as the Microsapiens crawl into the pores of your nipples, the holes from which your breast milk spews from.
>><<
“Like we’ve practiced, men!” Captain Shavan announced into his commlink as his platoon landed on the mountainous Brobdingnagian mammaries. Even the nipples themselves were mountains to them, and the breasts themselves a larger tract of land. Such was the scale of the Microsapien.
As they practiced, they unhooked the suction tubes from their belts and began to search for entrances. The nipple pores were like little cave mouths to them, about a whole man across. These were found in short order.
“You don’t want to fall in, now! I mean, unless you really want to!”
He laughed as he found his own pore and made the first move to slowly crawl inside. His men followed suit as they found their destinations. It was sticky, to be sure. There was a sweet, almost intoxicating scent, a creamy feeling in the air that to Shavan and his men, was the most delicious of treats.
There was no doubt about it. These breasts had the richest Brobanium deposits he’d seen. Now it was all a matter of extracting it. But he knew that even with their advanced technology, it would take time to drain it all. Not to mention, it would be much better to actually take her for themselves, and keep her alive in captivity.
This was a truly fortuitous find. In every case, the Liliputians had either destroyed the Brobdingnagians who appeared, or sent them back home before his people could intervene. But this… if they could capture her, the Microsapien empire would be invincible!
Shavan climbed in deeper inside, maintaining contact with his men and checking their progress. The luscious scent of milk grew stronger, until finally, he reached the source: a milk gland.
He flipped a switch on the suction tube, the end of which ballooned into a funnel large enough to cover the whole entrance to the gland. Chuckling to himself, the Captain decided to have a sample before giving the rest to the empire. After all, an opportunity like this came perhaps once in a lifetime.
He ran his gloved hand over the inside of the gland, wet and sticky with milk, and scooped it down into a cup he brought out. Shavan toasted to himself before taking a sip. His eyes lit up with a glow, and his mouth opened into a toothy grin, before guzzling down the rest of the cup. Not only was it the most delicious milk he’d ever had, he felt so much more powerful!
He placed the funnel over the milk gland entrance, and opened his comm. “Status report?”
“All teams have found their mark, sir,” said his assistant.
Shavan procured a machine from his backpack, and unfolded it, stretching out into its full form: a spider-like robot. The captain pressed a button on his glove, and the mechanical spider came to life, crawling up and around the soft fleshy walls of the milk duct, wandering in a certain rhythm…
The Microsapien himself began to massage the flesh that he stood upon.
“Then begin.”
>><<
The doctor always told you how your breasts were developed at a very advanced stage, and that you shouldn’t be surprised that you occasionally lactated. Indeed, sometimes, when you were alone, you would stimulate your breasts just to watch the milk flow out. You’d found back then that the flow would come with a very arousing sensation.
Now, that same sensation returned to you, but in much greater force, as it was applied at precise points, by a small army of people smaller than specks of dust!
After applying the suction tubes, the Microsapiens begin to tickle your nipples, and your breasts, from the inside. There were maybe by two hundred tiny hands, and now strange… things… crawling, that you could barely feel individually, but as a whole, had a powerful stimulative effect. After all, they were doing it from inside your nipples and breasts. You never thought it was possible, but it was a pleasure unlike any you’d felt before.
You moan and throw your head back as your breathing becomes heavier, and your nipples grow and harden to their limit.
Down south, you can feel your pubes getting worked up as well. What you would do to just get loosed from these binds and pleasure yourself!
Soon enough, you feel it, unmistakably building up inside your breasts.
Milk.
Milk sprays forth from your nipples, but in a far smaller quantity than before. Where was the rest of it going?
That was when you saw the air fill up with white strands – thin as spider web, forming a direct link between your nipples and the helicopter. The suction tubes were channeling your milk into the vehicle, and what looked like a plastic bag hanging from it was slowly expanding as they filled it up.
Still, despite how robbed you were feeling right now, it was nothing compared to the sudden orgasm spreads through your body, solely from your breasts being pleasured from within.
>><<
“Alright, Dragon-1 is up to full capacity.” Shavan stopped his spider, while keeping his balance throughout the rumbling.
Milk continued to pulse into the suction tube without abating.
Through the muffled flesh, he could hear the moans of the giantess. Everything was going according to plan.
“Begin Phase Two.” He made his way back out to the entrance of the nipple pore, and pressed a button on the tube.
It so eloquently detached itself from Dragon-1 and rolled down, until it was just hanging from the pore, milk continuing to spill forth from it.
The suction tube was made of an incredibly durable material, and could easily be used in the future. For now, their job here was done, and they’d gotten what they wanted.
Now was the more important part… capturing the Brobdingnagian.
Shavan powered up his jet pack and led his men back to the chopper. Soon, reinforcements would arrive to perform the capture… something that was paramount to their Victory in the war.
More importantly, the reinforcements were absolutely necessary, considering where that truck was now headed.
>><<
You are still recovering from your orgasm, when suddenly the spider silk disconnects from the helicopter and rolls away, spraying your milk as it goes. Your lactation continues, even as you see the little specks fly back to their mothership, having stolen your milk from within your breasts.
The truck slowly comes to a stop as the helicopter flies off, taking the Brobanium with it. It leaves you with the strangest feeling that you want to experience that again sometime…
You take a look around to see where you’ve been taken.
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