"you know what time it is, don't you?" he said, his voice dropping and slowing into that hypnotic tone.

the sound alone made their chest stiffen. they couldn't help it. he'd already conditioned their body.

his hands slipped under their shirt, pulling it up over their chest. "that's right... it looks a bit swollen already..."

they felt the pressure.

"fuck, please..." their breath was heavy. "you need to stop doing this... my chest is already... i don't want it to get bigger..."

"shh," he whispered, his hands gently caressing their breasts. "you need to be milked."

their chest started leaking, like it always did when he said that. they did need it.

he cooed at them, softly squeezing and pulling their nipples, releasing thick streams of liquid. "that's right... good girl..."

"fuck," they murmured. "god, i... i can't..."

"you don't need to resist it... just let it out... just let it happen... it's what your body needs right now... you're doing such a good job for me. you're already producing so much more milk than you were last month..."

their nipples were sensitive. they'd been sensitive in general. they could feel the fabric of their shirts rubbing against them. they could feel the way their tighter shirts would cling to them. their chest always looked so big, compared to how it looked before he made them start lactating. they knew there was a chance it would stay that way.

but adrianus liked them like this. he kept massaging them, expressing them, pumping them, milking them. hypnotizing them to lactate on command. they couldn't do anything about it. his touch felt so good. even the discomfort felt good - the feeling of pressure and swelling, the sensitivity, the ache, the dysphoria, the embarrassment.

"that's right... just relax... that relief feels so good, doesn't it?"

he was the one creating the need for relief in the first place... making them depend on his touch. even the feeling that they needed him to do it, that they couldn't just take care of it themself, was something he enforced with the hypnosis. and even when they knew that, it felt true. their hands were clumsy, their movements were awkward, they just couldn't get it to flow out of them the way he could. when he induced lactation and left them alone, they felt like all they could do was leak helplessly, their chest engorged with milk, building up with no real release. it made them even more desperate than edging.

so they couldn't stop themself from giving in, every time. they couldn't stop themself from melting into his touch. from moaning as he took care of them, murmuring encouragement, giving them suggestions that would only make them more helpless to him.

and their body cooperated, producing more and more for him, just like he asked.