This scene is a continuation of the "in a dystopian world" series. TL;DR: a soldier knocks up an unmarried woman to make her comply with the one child policy in the new world order. Now he's coming back for more.

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Whatever I do, I cannot stop thinking about you. When I walk down the streets during the day, or even at night, whenever I see a woman who resembles you, I stop and stare. The image of you, pregnant, on all fours on the bed, haunts me. Day in, day out.

And then…there’s the fact that you’d been leaking milk the last time I came over. It’s been six weeks since. When I have a moment to myself, usually in the morning, I touch myself under the covers. And I imagine your swollen, large tits, full of milk. Straining, dripping…

I lost count of how often I’ve come to the thought of you exposing your breasts to me. That’s all I need. There you are, peeling down one strap of your dress, then the other one. Slowly revealing what I did to your body… Nipples stiff and pointing up, little droplets of milk forming, gaining in size the longer I stare at them. How can I come to something I've never seen before?

My God. I can’t stop thinking about it. It plays in my mind like a song you cannot get out of your head. When I close my eyes, I see you, pregnant. And when I open my eyes, I see you on every corner I pass.

After my shift, I frequently pass your building. I look up at your window with the lights on. Sometimes I even catch a glimpse of you walking by. I wonder if you ever think of me…

One night, I can’t take it anymore. I have to see you again. I need to know what you look like now…nearly eight months pregnant with my son. It’s well past nightfall when I enter the building and head up to the second floor. I don’t see a soul. But I hear them. Cry, laugh, chat.

In my uniform, I stand before your door. I breathe in slowly, chest rising. Fucking hell, I am so horny I can’t think straight. I knock. Once…twice. Then I knock again, louder and impatient.

“Who is it?” I hear your familiar voice behind the door.

“Me,” I answer and then add… “the…officer.” Just in case.

My heart is pounding inside my chest when you take a couple of seconds to crack the door open. Large eyes gaze up at me. The white cotton nightdress you wear stretches over your huge belly. Christ… you look obscene like this. Short woman with a belly that looks like a goddamn beachball… You stare at me for a long moment before you step back and open the door further.

I enter your apartment and close the door behind me. “Everything alright?” I ask, almost nervously. Like I don't even know what I came here for. I can see the clear outline of your breasts beneath the fabric. Have they gotten bigger too? Jesus.

“Yes,” you answer and then notice the way I stare at your tits. I flick my eyes back up and clear my throat. There’s a sizzling silence between us. You, in your white cotton dress, barefoot, and me…in my military boots and uniform. “Your son is getting bigger,” you comment and then rest your hand on the underside of your belly. Fuck… you don’t say... You can see me swallow… Then my eyes flick to your cleavage again.

You follow my gaze, glancing down.

“I’m sorry.” I clear my throat again.

“For staring at my boobs?” you ask, your tone is so serious that it gives me shivers. Then, your lips crack into a grin. “Haven’t you seen a pregnant woman’s breasts before?”

In fact… “I have not.”

Your cheeky grin turns into a soft smile. “Would you like to see?”

Oh. God.

You have an effect on me that I cannot describe. I've fantasised about this hundreds of times, but I never in a million years thought you’d offer. Reaching your hand out, you curl your fingers. When I don’t move, you grab my hand and pull me with you. Until now I thought you disliked me…for putting a baby in you, even when you didn’t want just anyone to be the father of your child. But you must like me if you're willing to get undressed in front of me. Right?

You lead me to your bed again. The sheets feel soft. The scent of laundry detergent is in the air. I sit on the edge of your bed. Now I am on eye level with your chest. You brush your hands over your belly, stretching the fabric over your large, round bump. I feel myself shiver. Before meeting you, I’d cast glances at pregnant women, but they were never particularly appealing… but you…God you.

Next thing I know, you start undoing the first button at the top of your nightdress. I cannot help but stare. One button down… second button… my skin prickles with goosebumps, anticipation rising. Button by button, you reveal your tits to me. My lips part when I see your dark, pink nipples. Stiff and puffy. *Jesus.*

“Mmmm,” you hum when you see my reaction. Or the lack thereof. I'm fucking frozen in my spot. You leave your nightdress open and slowly circle your nipples with your fingertips. My dick starts to stretch out the fabric of my briefs, filling them. “You like my boobs?”

I nod.

Smiling, you say, “Big boobs full of milk…”

I close my eyes and grip the edges of the mattress. Slow breath out to collect myself. What are you doing to me? I feel like you’re switching off my brain, cell by cell. When I open my eyes again, you cup both your breasts in your petite, small hands. The way your breasts jiggle, like full balloons, makes me moan.

“Oh God,” I groan the word. My cock is throbbing at the sight. And I am not even touching you. Nor are you touching me.

“Look at you…brave, big soldier,” you giggle. You release your boobs, let them bounce, and then shake them from side to side. A shock of arousal rushes through me, settling in my groin. I am burning up with lust. What is happening to me…

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my chest, you push me back a little and step forward, lifting one knee beside me on the bed. I stare at you in disbelief. You’re straddling me. “Back a little...” you whisper, “there you go.”

I use my hands to rise and shift back so you have enough space to sit on my lap. Big belly pushed up against me. What are you doing?

“Would you like to touch them?”

I don’t reply… I just lift my hand and brush my fingers along the underside of your exposed, left tit. You sigh softly, settling in on my lap. I know you can feel my hard bulge underneath the two layers of fabric. My toes curl inside my boots. I’ve never seen boobs that big and swollen in my entire life.

I gently circle your nipple, around and around, and even use my other hand to do the same to your other tit. You exhale softly, watching my fingers on you. Suddenly though, I can see little droplets of milk being squeezed out. I freeze and watch. You’re lactating… My cock suddenly turns from hard to rock fucking hard. You shift your hips on me and smile. “Oh, you like that?”

Without answering, I scoop up the droplet and rub it around your nipple. Your lips part in pleasant surprise. “Looks like you do, brave soldier…” I ignore the teasing tone of your voice when you call me that *again*. I keep on playing with your boobs. Gently touching, circling, rubbing until you suddenly reach one hand up, cup your tit and squeeze. Hard.

What happens next nearly makes me come inside my briefs. Milk sprays all over my chest and neck. Holy. Shit. My dick flexes, threateningly close to losing it already. I’ve never seen or experienced anything like it. Watery milk drips down my uniform.

“Oops…” you giggle and bite your bottom lip. “Maybe you should take that off…” You start unbuttoning my jacket. I don’t stop you. Your milk is trickling down the thick fabric. You peel it off my broad shoulders until I slide my arms out. There I am, only in my undershirt. “Here,” you say then and pick up my hand to cup your boob. “Squeeze it…”

I can feel my pulse throb in my ears. And then… I do it. I squeeze your tit, from the wider part down toward your nipple. Your boob feels so squishy and full… When I draw down, your milk instantly sprays all over me. Some of it lands on my chin and lips. My heart starts to race and my cock strains against the fabric of my briefs and pants. This is wrong. Your milk isn’t for grown men like me. But your belly is pressed up to my body, thighs resting next to mine, pussy gently grinding against my bulge.

I can’t stop myself.

I do it again. You sigh with relief. “They’ve been so heavy… God, this feels good…” You groan out the last word, head tilting back. I do the same to your other tit, squeezing, milking you…and making it spray all over me too… You begin to rub your pussy right against that rigid bulge inside my pants, over and over again. Little gasps, little whimpers. Your hands rest on my knees behind you as you keep bucking.

“Oh my,” you cry. “I’m so full…”

I stop milking you when I feel like I’m about to shoot my load inside my briefs. I breathe and try to collect myself again. Heart hammering inside my chest, vision swimming with arousal. “Lie down,” I hear and then feel a hand on my chest. You can’t make me lie down, but I let you. I rest down on the mattress, watching you move on top of me. You lean down, hands on my shoulders…and then, oh my God, then you cup the underside of your tit and lead the nipple over your lips. Rub it up and down, as if you’re trying to get me to open up.

My lips part instinctively. You push your whole nipple inside my mouth; I latch on. A loud gasp escapes your lips. “Oh, yes,” you moan and begin to squeeze your boob. Milk spills into my mouth, spraying against the top of my mouth. Shit, shit, shit. I grab handfuls of your butt, gripping it so tightly that you half laugh, half cry out. “Suck,” you whimper, and I oblige. My mind blacks out completely when I start to suck on your tit. I’m a big, fucking soldier… drinking from your milky tit. How fucked up is that.

And yet, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.

I start pulling your hips toward me, making you grind faster against my bulge. You’re not wearing any panties, so all that’s separating us is my uniform. Your head drops down, nails digging into my arms as I draw the milk out of you, swallowing what you’re giving me, and force you to ride me.

The tension is almost unbearable. I’m one second away from losing it when you start chanting, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Your hips start to rock out of their own accord, faster, harder. I’m so close it hurts. And you seem to be getting there too. Your belly rubs all over me. I lift my head a little to suck in more of your tit. There…right there…when I close my lips and suck, your milk squirts all the way against the back of my throat, much more than before.

Screaming out loudly, half in pleasure, half in pain, your body starts to shake, almost violently, on top of mine. More milk spills into my mouth, so much that I have to swallow back quickly. You breathe in deeply as multiple body shudders ripple through you.

You orgasm. And so do I.

I pump my thick load right into my briefs, pulsing, throbbing, flexing.

For a moment, I stop sucking and press my shoulders into the bed, back arching up to get closer to your pussy. You shudder at the contact. So sensitive. My come feels hot and sticky, pooling around my tip. Jesus Christ. I don’t even have the energy to suck right now.

Long, drawn-out sighs escape your lips until you pop your tit out of my mouth. My lips feel tender, swollen. I open my eyes halfway when you stuff my mouth with your other leaking boob. I shudder and feel another bit of come join the rest inside my soaked briefs.

You begin to grind again. Like you are fucking insatiable. And I drink from your full tit. Like I am fucking insatiable. Because I am.

“I’m going to—“ you pant, continuously grinding, like you’re chasing a second, quick orgasm. “Oh…oh,” you cry out as I suck your tit deeply inside my mouth. “C-Coming!” I feel your body tremble, thighs clamping around mine. When I look up at you, your eyes are squeezed shut, lips forming an “O”. Then, suddenly, a blissful expression settles on your face.

You smile. Open your eyes. And look down at me.

“I needed that…” you whisper and pop your tit from my lips. It’s wet with my saliva. My face is burning as if I’m blushing. I don't think I have ever blushed before. In my life. You rest your warm fingers against my hot cheeks and bite your bottom lip. “Look at you, big…brave soldier…coming from suck on my tits.”

When our eyes lock, you and I know: this won't be the last time.