Father Enhancement Center No.4 Tabuchi Genta

Ever since he heard that he's about to have a brother or sister, he's been more interested in my wife's body and mine than ever before. It was. My wife's belly and my muscles were deafened by the endless wondering what this was all about and why. A lot of questions.

It's a lovely thing. I have one, but it's a hindrance to my work and household chores, so I bought her a tablet recently. I made sure to show her the video.

My wife is always smarter than me. Her advice and diet helped me a lot the other day when I got stuck with the physical. Nowadays people tend to say that a man is not good-looking enough to be trusted with the affairs of the household, but in my case, it's a muscle-bound idiot It's generally better to let my wife take care of things than me.

It's important to know the pros and cons for the sake of family harmony...let's just say it's important to know the pros and cons.

One day while my wife was cooking, my son was watching a video site.

It was an introduction to various places for kids to experience, and today's video seemed to take place on a farm somewhere.

He was especially interested in the milking experience, and as I watched him from the back, he said, "What is the stomach of a cow?" My son asked me if that was a cow's tits and that milk comes out of there.

When I told him that those are cow's tits and milk comes out of there, he became very interested in it. It was. Do mothers' breasts produce milk?　So you're going to get out because you have tits?

With that, my son hugs me and touches my breastplate and nipples. The child doesn't know how to use force, and squeezes and pinches my protrusion mercilessly.

"Hey, come on ... that's okay, daddy doesn't have tits, he doesn't have milk."

I was feeling a strange impatience inside.

There was a strange stimulation coming from deep inside me.

I had only ever heard of nipples being sexual areas or something like that.

I would play with my wife's breasts during the act, but I never thought that I would feel my own nipples as a man.

"See, you don't have to watch the video."

As if to hide the guilt I felt for reacting to my son's touch, I pressed the tablet against him and headed for the bathroom to shake off my own aches and pains.

Alone in the cramped cubicle, I once again pinch the protrusion of my chest a little. I scratch it.

"Ugh ... oh ..."

A tingling sensation deep in my waist. Slowly, slowly, it pours in from the back. A sweet weak stimulation.

"Oh, come on, this is a joke...."

I was just enjoying it and my cock was getting hard on its own.

Since then, oddly enough, I've seen scenes of milking cows in video ads on the Internet.

I wonder if it was the result of my son liking it and watching it over and over again. Or is it because I only pay attention to those ads?

--I'm not sure if it's because I've been paying attention to all those ads, or if it's because I've been paying so much attention to them. The sensitivity and the pleasure of the sensation have only increased. It's immoral, but I can't stop. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with it.

The other day, for example, I finally asked my wife to play with my nipples. My wife never made fun of me or refused, but it was indeed not a pleasant reaction.

The sense of evasion in me grew stronger.

In the midst of all this, the long-awaited due date for the birth of our second child was reached.

I didn't have time to think about my nipples before and after that, as you would expect, and I was just in a hurry and happy and grateful.

The second was a healthy baby boy. Fortunately, there were no postpartum problems, and my second son grew up to be a healthy boy.

In the midst of all this, I had an almost lustful feeling at the sight of my own child sucking on my wife's breasts.

She was sucking on the breast with great force. He was swallowing and sucking and biting on it. She was sucking and sucking and biting with a mouth that hadn't even grown teeth yet.

I ran to the bathroom, leaving my family behind.

That day, I finally ejaculated just by playing with my nipples.

Father Enhancement Center.

The first time I saw this word was in an advertisement on an overseas pornography site.

The fact that it was in Japanese caught my attention, even though it was a foreign site, but the content of the ad made me very upset.

It was the first time I had seen the ad on a foreign site.

"MeN wHO hAve tRoUBLE wItH niPpLEs"

It had suspicious letters and an address that looked like the center's address.

I immediately searched the internet for a map. The route is about a 20 minute drive from here.... It's close. Fortunately today is my relaxation day. I can go out for an hour or so.

"I'm going to have to go out for a while, I'll be right back," I said to my family and grabbed the car keys.

It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

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"What's ...?"

My memory is not clear. I got in my car, came to the online address, and saw a white building. That's as far as it goes.

"Good morning, this is Paternity Correctional Center AI Oedipus."

A lifeless voice echoes in the stark white room.

There was a pitter-patter and something dripping.

I groan and twist my body, and electricity rushes through my entire body.

My vision becomes clearer and clearer.

A prickly, itchy stimulation came from my nipples.

I looked down at myself.

My nipples were there, moist and wet, dripping "milk".

"What is it? milk?"

"No, it's not milk, it's father's milk."

As if to see through his thoughts, the mechanical voice answered the question.

"We have considered and estimated why human males have nipples."

The word "nipple" is the only word that sinks deeper into my dazed consciousness again.

"Human males used to breastfeed their larvae, a process that was necessary to increase the odds of survival of the larvae due to the Earth's environment at the time."

"Oh, that's me, that's me, that's breast milk, that's me."

"It's father's milk."

"Faaaaaatherssss!."

Every time I twist my immobile body, a sweet electric shock runs through the top of my chest.

"Our DNA tests have shown that you have the paternal milk gene in you, and we have successfully stimulated it with a chemical reversion of your ancestors."

The milking tube comes down. That wasn't supposed to be me, that wasn't supposed to be me.

"Your permanent placement is confirmed."

Maybe I'll never be able to go home again. I listened to those desperate words, but I was staring at the tube and drooling.

A milking machine.

I saw it on video. I saw it again and again.

The nipple sucking. All the milk coming out of me. Now I'm gonna be squeezed like a cow, all squeezed out of those pectoral breasts of hers, all squeezed out of those puffed-up breasts, and I'm gonna be blown away. I can't help it.

Oh, oh, my God.

It's getting closer.

I was straining to ejaculate only from the stimulus of writhing and the anticipation of what was about to take place.

The tube is now autonomously attached to my chest. The strong suction causes me to squirt a little semen.

"Start milking."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

It was unimaginable. It couldn't be compared to an ejaculation, tremendous.

Every pore in my body opens up and my cheeks sweat. My vision is painted white and my consciousness is crushed to black.

The only thing in the world is the pleasure that surges from my chest.

"At this point, 200% of quota has been achieved, a remarkable result."

The gush is so strong that the milking machine comes off and the milk white is splattered on the floor.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

There are no words to describe this pleasure, no words to compare it to, flowing away, all of it, to the floor.

The one I put out. Oh, it smells so milky.

It smells so good.

"From now on, all of your time will be spent milking. Fill your belly with the father's milk that you put out, so that you can feed your father. It produces milk and distributes it to the inmates of the institution."

"Everything is in order, sir. A clone of Tabuchi Genta is already deployed to your home.　By the memories copied from you, It will perfect Tabuchi Genta."

"Your presence has accelerated our plans, and you should be proud."

There's nothing to worry about, I just need to think about getting my tits out now, that's all.

Oh, sheer. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I can be satisfied here. It feels so good to be here.

"Oh, thank you, thank you! thaaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

I thanked him profusely and spewed tears and milked him.