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Grocery day had reared its ugly head yet again. Chelsea hated grocery shopping. It took a ton of time, and half the time she couldn’t find what she was looking for. Nevertheless, she needed food, and there was no other way around it. Chelsea departed and made her way to the grocery store with a sizeable list.
When she got to the store, she noted that everything seemed to have been re-organized yet again. For some reason, her local store was constantly moving things around the store. Whenever somebody asked why, they were met with milquetoast explanations about optimization or something. It was complete bullshit though. Chelsea began angrily shopping for the items on her list.
About an hour later, she had nearly finished shopping. The last thing on her list was milk, but when she arrived in the aisle that had previously contained the milk, there were frozen pizzas instead. Chelsea then spent the next 5 minutes locating where the milk had actually been moved to, only to find that there was almost none left. She questioned one of the stockers where all of the milk was only to be told that it was in the back waiting to be restocked. Chelsea didn’t have time to wait, so she just grabbed a carton of what was left. It was a strange brand she had never heard of called “futa milk.”
Chelsea drove home grumpy but glad that the task was done with. She got home and shuffled all of her stuff into its appropriate places. Thoroughly exhausted and not wanting to cook dinner though, she decided to just have a bowl of cereal for dinner. Chelsea grabbed a box of cereal, a bowl, and the small carton of milk she had purchased. Chelsea dumped the cereal in the bowl, then uncapped the milk and began to pour it. The milk came out slowly and thickly. It looked utterly unlike any milk she had seen before, but the color was about right. Not having much of a choice at this point, other than to throw the whole bowl of food away, she took a bite.
The cereal tasted as normal, but the “milk” did not. It was thick, sticky, and somewhat salty. She choked down the bite and shivered. Despite how strange the bite of food had been, Chelsea found herself wanting… more? She wasn’t sure why, but she went in for a second bite. It went much as the first bite had, but she seemed to be getting used to it. By bite five, she could say with confidence that she was actually enjoying it. It wasn’t long before the bowl was completely gone and licked clean. Chelsea then grabbed the carton and began to chug the rest of it, the sticky liquid oozing down her throat as she gulped hungrily.
After the carton was finished, she set it down and looked at it in disbelief. Had she really just drunk the whole carton? That’s about when she felt the first sensations of change in her crotch. It felt hot, tight, and tingly. A sweat broke out on her forehead as she explored the sensation with her hand. She almost recoiled at how sensitive her pussy had become. The lips seemed to positively glow with stimulation, and her clit was well past engorged. She began to rub it, bringing herself to a near orgasm that refused to fully peak. As she rubbed her clit grew and grew until she could hold it in her hand. From here, she switched to stroking it like some sort of giant cock. Little did she know, that’s exactly what it was. Finally, after minutes of stroking, the orgasm that had been teasing her came, and she shot a hot, sticky load of “milk” from her new cock.
Chelsea moaned out loud as her dick continued to pump her panties full. They were soaking wet by the time it finally stopped. She looked down at her ruined panties and understood what had happened. “Futa Milk” was not milk at all. It was cum. This gave her an idea though. Chelsea carefully took off her panties and held them over the now-empty carton. Then she proceeded to wring them out into the carton, nearly filling it right back up to the top. Good, she thought to herself, now she would have something to go with breakfast.