Chapter 1: Titties
Nature is a cruel mistress, I can't tell you how many times I've been naked, afraid, alone, and thirsty. Many times I've tried to produce milk to quench my thirst but alas I only end up with swollen nipples and a feeling of defeat. After my nipples get swollen they rub my shirt and starts to burn, it burns so good...How many times do I need to feel this agony before I finally taste my own milk? What cruel being created a creature that can't produce it's own titty milk, an evil one I say. I curse God's name for not letting me produce that glorious thing everyone yearns for...Titty milk...I have dreamed of me and my friends having milk fights like girls do at sleep overs for many years. That's why I saw we cut off all nipples that make milk because if I can't make it no one can. I remember the first time when I tasted it. It was magical, pure ecstasy, I would go as far to say it felt like God was giving me a sloppy drunk blowjob. Who's old floppy dusty vagina do I have to shit in to make this possible? I would floss my asshole with the hair of a Chupacabra just to produce one single solitary drop... I would be so happy...To know I have made my own milk would be a glorious feeling. To squirt people with it...
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Mad Ramblings Of A Mad Highschooler
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