Takeshi tasted her before he saw her.
Sweet. Faintly creamy. A little cold.
Like milk from a ghost.
---
He woke up with her nipple in his mouth.
His head was resting against her bare chest. One pale, swollen tit pressed to his lips. The other hung heavy over his chest, leaking a thin stream of milky fluid that ran down between his pecs.
He blinked.
Then sucked instinctively.
> Squelch… suck… squish…
Mizuki moaned softly, brushing his hair back. "Mmm~ You're drinking again…"
He pulled back.
White drops clung to his lips.
"You're… lactating?"
She smiled faintly, cupping her glowing belly. "It started last night. You've seeded me so much… I think my body's evolving."
He stared at her tits—fuller than ever, perfectly shaped, soft but heavy, the nipples puffy and dripping.
"You're turning… real."
She kissed him on the forehead. "I already am."
---
The bed was wet again.
Sheets soaked.
Cock drenched.
She'd been riding him in his sleep. Again.
Except now… she left stains. Fluids. A faint floral scent.
When he touched the spot where she sat, it was warm.
And his cock twitched.
---
That day, Takeshi barely functioned.
He drifted through town like a ghost himself. Eyes hollow. Body aching. Balls already heavy again.
He couldn't stop thinking about her tits—leaking milk all over him—and how soft her body had gotten. More flesh. More heat. More woman.
He was addicted.
Mizuki whispered in his mind like background music.
> "Come back… I'm full again…"
---
He didn't make it to nightfall.
He sprinted home.
Tore open the door.
And she was waiting—naked, standing in the middle of his bedroom, belly round, tits swollen, pussy already dripping wet down her thighs.
"You came back," she whispered, holding out her arms.
Takeshi didn't speak.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, licking her soaked cunt with desperate hunger.
She moaned and grabbed his head, grinding her pussy against his tongue.
Squelch. Slurp. Gush.
"You missed your wife, didn't you?" she gasped. "Eat your pussy… drink your milk… fill your family~"
---
He stood up.
She grabbed his cock and shoved it inside her in one brutal motion.
They both cried out.
"AHHHH~ YESSS—MY HUSBAND'S COCK—FUCK ME SENSELESS!"
He slammed into her over and over.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Wet sex echoed through the room as her tits bounced and sprayed thin streams of milk with every thrust. She moaned as it dripped down her belly, her chest heaving.
Takeshi leaned forward and latched onto her nipple.
Suck. Suck. Suck.
Milk filled his mouth, and her pussy clamped down around his dick like it was starving for his cum again.
She cried out, eyes glowing.
"I'm growing, Takeshi~! Every time you fuck me… I become more ALIVE~!"
He pulled his mouth away.
"You feel hotter. You're breathing."
"I'm not a spirit anymore," she moaned. "I'm your pregnant fuck-doll wife."
That did it.
He grunted and exploded inside her—again.
His cock throbbed, balls contracting, as hot, heavy seed filled her already stuffed womb.
---
She collapsed onto the bed, tits leaking, pussy overflowing.
He fell next to her.
Both panting.
Both soaked.
---
Then came the knock at the door.
Three slow taps.
Thud… Thud… Thud…
Takeshi froze.
Mizuki opened one eye. Her voice turned cold.
"Someone's come to break the bond…"