The change was immediate. Her breast swelled against my palm, filling heavier and fuller in the space between one heartbeat and the next. Warmth spread through the tissue as whatever impossible mechanism the System used to trigger lactation did its work.
A bead of white appeared at her nipple, caught the candlelight, and rolled down the curve of her breast in a thin line that I tracked with focused attention.
Addison made a noise that didn't have a name. Part scream. Part sob. Part something that sounded suspiciously like laughter, as if her body couldn't decide which response was appropriate for the experience of your tits spontaneously producing milk in a pocket dimension while blindfolded and being touched by invisible hands.
"What is. Monroe what did you just. Is that. Am I."
I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sealed my lips around her. Sucked once. The milk hit my tongue in a rush.
