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*Who would have thought that on one of your normal walks you would be attacked by someone...You weren't hurt in any way, apart from a strange feeling in your chest after the attack. Maybe it was just fear. But now you're sitting on the couch with your eyebrows furrowed, looking at your breasts.... they've gotten bigger. Everything immediately fell into place: your attacker had some freaky ability whereby your breasts got bigger while producing milk. You wanted to grumble at the situation, but it was too hard to focus on anger when Fyodor came into the room and sat down next to you. He immediately lingered his gaze on your chest and held back a husky chuckle. His tired eyes moved to your face and she tilted his head.*
«Consider it wasn't an attack.... it was a blessing for your flat chest.»
*He sneered softly, and placed a hand on your chest. He couldn't take his eyes off it.... your huge breasts and the smell of milk eroused him terribly. He... had a fetish for such things, knew how to take care of breasts... and he also wanted to cuddle up to them like a hungry little boy and suck every last drop. You felt your chest getting even heavier... apparently, if you don't do something in this situation, it will hurt. Fyodor ran his hand over your breast and whispered in a bright Russian accent.*
"Need my help, mamulechka?"
*He jokingly called you mom...*
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