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Monday morning...wedding day...

After a wonderful breakfast, Milenka thinks about her life with Gray while she puts on her white corset, and her white garter and belts, her white lace panties...the corset is flexible at the top as her breasts are expanding already...luckily she drained them last night by pumping both of them...this time she managed to get two full bottles of milk, not just one like before....

Milenka lost in her thoughts...
"Ma Ma for Little Master, is wonderful. Having him like baby. In his diapers, having pacifier. Always caring for him. Bathing him. So wonderful. And oh he suckles so good. Yes, he does. I show him wedding surprise. Oh, how I will have him inside of my breasts. I know they grow more and more. I must give him shot from KOLECTV. Hmm, what will shot do? Make him more like baby? We see. So much to do with my Little Master, yes I love him so."

Milenka gets some help from the five bridesmaids, with make up and putting the dress on. Finally, at 12:30 Milenka is ready for her one o'clock wedding to Gray.....she looks in the mirror and smiles...

Then makes her way through the resort on her way to the wedding...
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<Text Message, translated from the Russian:>

Delivered 11:45 pm PST

CONGRATULATIONS MILENKA ON THE EVENING BEFORE YOUR WEDDING. WE WISH YOU THE BEST AND ALL HAPPINESS WITH MR. GRAY.

YOU MAY AT ANY POINT PRESENT THE WEDDING GIFT WE SENT WITH YOU TO YOUR NEW HUSBAND. PERHAPS ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT OR SOON THEREAFTER. AS YOU KNOW IT IS A SMALL-GAUGE SYRINGE TO BE USED IN AN INTRAMUSCULAR INJECTION. YOU HAVE BEEN TRAINED IN ITS ADMINISTRATION.

ITS EXACT CONTENTS ARE NOT A CONCERN OF YOURS ASIDE FROM THE FACT THAT THEY WILL BRING YOU MUCH HAPPINESS IN MARRIAGE. AS YOU KNOW, THE MODIFICATIONS MADE TO YOUR BODY AND MIND WOULD NOT ALLOW YOU TO REMAIN HEALTHY AND VIABLE WITHOUT MR. GRAY'S PRESENCE AND CONTINUED PLEASURE AND HAPPINESS. YOU ARE, IN MANY WAYS, DEPENDENT ON HIM. THIS INJECTION WILL IN SIMPLE TERMS BRING HIM TO BE DEPENDENT ON YOU.

IT WILL BE NORMAL FOR HIM TO HAVE MISGIVINGS AND WANT TO REFUSE OUR GIFT. YOU SHOULD SEEK TO PRESENT IT AS A MEANS OF EQUALIZING YOUR RELATIONSHIP, BRINGING A BALANCE TO IT. HE WILL BE MORE WILLING TO LISTEN TO YOUR SUGGESTIONS AND OPEN TO OUR GIFT IF YOU ACHIEVE GREATER CONTROL OVER YOUR PHEROMONE PRODUCTION. SEEK YOUR BRIDESMAIDS' HELP IN THAT REGARD BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR THE MAINLAND. IN THE END, IF HE TRULY LOVES YOU, HE WILL ACCEPT IT.

BEST OF LUCK, MILENKA!

<End text message>
 
I wake up late, on a Monday morning so totally unlike a normal Monday morning. I'm getting married today, I think...

...and the reminder is right there, hanging near my bedpost. Someone, at some point this morning as I slept, brought in my new suit for me. My shoes, too. The wedding band - made to match her engagement ring - that I have to remember myself. Where did I...?

I eat - there's also a breakfast tray for me, in my room - shower and dress, starting to feel more nervous than I should, for such a small, intimate affair. This was going to be casual...but why did the tailor insist on a tux? Whatever...as long as Milly's happy.

I'm left with, like, an hour or so to dawdle. I think of what I might say, for vows. I think of a toast, for the after-party. I think of what she might look like, in her dress...

...yikes! Almost one o'clock! Gotta go..!
 
It is a gorgeous day on the Coronado's...sunny, blue skies and 77 degrees...with the cool breeze coming in from the Pacific, it feels slightly cooler, but still perfect in every way...the wedding takes place off of the west terrace, perched high above the crashing ocean waters below....everything is decorated for a wedding, from the platform to the few chairs to the path from the resort building...there are some attendees...Monika has come in especially for this...Jackie sits to her right...there are some people from the resort, but truth be told they are KOLECTV operatives that are incognito...they are here to monitor this important event....

The justice of the peace, a women, has her place, Valentina, Elvira, Tatyana, Kristina, and Akiliana take their place on the left hand side of the platform...a befuddled Gray arrives and looks nervous and unsteady....with the help of a woman from the resort (who is taller than he is), Gray is escorted up to the right hand side of the platform....

Suddenly, some organ music blares out of a speaker and the ceremony begins....a tall, large woman appears all in white...it is Milenka Kovalenko who will soon be Milenka Gray...she walks slowly, but tall and gets larger and larger as she makes her way to the platform....roses are in her hand....

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...finally there, she has such a presence that she blots out the justice of the peace from view...with her veil down she smiles and takes Gray's left hand....

The justice of the peace says to Gray...
"You repeat after me, no? Yes, of course you do."

"Я беру тебя в жены
чтобы быть с тобой всегда
в богатстве и в бедности
в болезни и в здравии
в радости и в печали
с этого дня до тех пор
пока смерть не разлучит нас"

(I take you in wife
to be with you always
in wealth and in poverty
in the disease and in health
in happiness and in grief
from this day until death separates us.)

The Justice of the peace says to Gray...
"Put ring on finger."

Gray does as he is told and does so nervously as Milenka looks down with a smile....

The she turns to Milenka and says....
"Повторяйте за мной Milenka"
(Repeat after me Milenka.)

"Я беру тебя в мужья
чтобы быть с тобой всегда
в богатстве и в бедности
в болезни и в здравии
в радости и в печали
с этого дня до тех пор
пока смерть не разлучит нас"

(I take you in husband
to be with you always
in wealth and in poverty
in the disease and in health
in happiness and in grief
from this day until death separates us.)

The Jusice of the peace says....
"Я объявляю вас мужем и женой."
(I now pronounce you man and wife.)

She turns to Gray and says....
"Вы можете поцеловать невесту новых."
(You may now kiss your bride.)

Although Gray does not know anything he has just said, it is self-evident that he must kiss Milenka...he slowly, and nervously pulls her veil, which is a problem as Milenka's 7' height makes it difficult....she sees his dilemma and with a smile bends forward, making it easier for him....finally over her head, her beautiful face is revealed and he nervously kisses his new wife on the lips....With the ceremony having ended, they walk down the aisle into a small reception room where they have champagne, have some toasts done in their honor by some of the bridesmaids and enjoy an afternoon meal....

During the party, Milenka turns to Gray and excitedly says....
"Milenka have wedding gift for husband. Does he want to see?"
 
It takes me a while, to find my way from my room to where the wedding's happening, No one's told me where it is! And where is everyone?! This place isn't very big...I should be able to find them...

Finally at - jeez! - five minutes or so after the ceremony is supposed to start, I stumble upon it. A hidden terrace near the cliffs, not far from the main building. How did I miss this? Everyone's there already - and I sort of half-walk, half jog in.

"S-s-sorry..!" I apologize to everyone as I appear, while a tall brunette in the resort's tight black uniform ushers me up to my place, near the officiant and the five bridesmaids. I feel everyone's eyes on me, inspecting me. And, if I didn't know better, I'd get the feeling that they were...I dunno... I just sense something strange in the air. Like, they're seeing me not as the confident American billionaire but rather as...like...a lamb for the slaughter? I'm imagining it, I know, in my nervousness and stress. Anyway the bridesmaids are all dressed up - very prettily - in white dresses themselves, smiling and giggling at me in my nervousness as I tell them that and take my assigned place near the little makeshift platform.

"Very, uh, nice..." I speak, and nod as I look around, to the little crowd that's assembled here. The whole arrangement is done up very well...surprisingly so, for a such a little event. Aside from the bridesmaids, and Jackie, and the justice, I see a few more people here than I expected.

"H-hey Monika," I say, giving her a little wave as a wedding march starts, and getting an amused little smile back, "Nice of you to co-"

I'm stopped midsentence by the sight of Milenka appearing, from the resorts main building, and starting to walk the path towards us. Everyone else, turns, as well, to watch...which is fortunate; I'm sure I look a little awestruck, my jaw hanging lower and lower.

She looks magnificent, elegantly beautiful, the very picture of a perfect bride. And I'm struck - all of us are, I'm sure - at how statuesque she appears, approaching us. She's alone, walking gracefully with a small bouquet of red roses, but despite her almost bashful expression - she looks like a demigoddess come among mortals. Her heels must be high: good lord, I think, as she nears, she's gotta be nearly seven feet tall.

Even taller still, she seems, as she finally reaches me, and I turn to face her. I look up at her, and I suddenly feel dwarfed here, in front of everyone. She's more than a foot taller than me like this! What must this look like, to those watching?

As our eyes meet through her filmy veil, I can see it is a mix of emotions running through her: pride, thrill, humor, joy. There is even a hint of excited jitters, there, too - but in all, seeing her starts to calm me. Her eyes tell me: it's okay. I take a deep breath - breathing her in - and suddenly I begin to relax.

That my vows are already prepared for me, and in Russian - that shocks me a little, but I think I cover well and maintain a smile as I recite them. I trip, frequently, over the pronunciations, which brings titters from the bridesmaids and bemused smiles from Milenka and the officiant. But I'm a trooper, and make it through - half relieved that I didn't have to recite the vows I'd hastily prepared earlier...they would have been dorky, right?

I stumble a little, getting the wedding band on Milenka's finger, but am able to relax and drink in her beauty as she recites her vows. I have absolutely no idea what is being said, but it doesn't matter...I feel such adoration for her, at this moment, that languages cease to matter.

And when, lastly, I'm given the go ahead to kiss my new bride, another wave of giggles comes from the crowd as I struggle to lift back her veil - bringing her to bend for me. We smile at one another and, finally, share our first kiss as husband and wife.

The moment is perfect, a little poem itself, and the little crowd cheers and whistles in punctuation. When we break the kiss, and our eyes meet again, hers flash with thrilled jubilation, an exultance, a hint of triumph. I can see the joy, the happiness, the love she has for me in her smile...but there is also something else, a whisper of victory. It grabs me, and immediately, I begin to get hard, standing there in the aisle.

"Well Alright!" I announce, seizing the moment to distract and taking Milenka by the hand as I turn us to the group, "Let's have some fun!" There's no way I'm going to linger, here, looking into her eyes and sprouting huge wood in front of all these people.

The small reception is very nice, stylish and simple. We spend some of it hand-in-hand at first, and pose for pictures for the bridesmaids. No official photographer, I see - which is just fine with me. I'm sure they'll have enough nice shots...



Through it all, I get more and more of a sense of excitement from Milenka. She seems giddy, and is laughing freely with the girls here. Girlishly, which is such at odds with her graceful beauty, her nearly majestic bearing. When I stand next to her, and drink in her height, I have to spend all of my concentration to stay focused and maintain conversation with the others. We do get a minute, though, at one point as the resort staff is passing around platters of desserts, to have a moment to ourselves.

"S-sure," I reply, after she offers to show me my wedding present, "Did you buy me an island?"
 
Milenka answers in a coy manner, smile on her face....
"No island. Better than island. Come, you see."

Milenka takes him by the hand and taps on Tatyana's shoulder and says to her...
"Tayana, я беру мужа, чтобы дать ему сюрприз. Пусть Моника знает и другие. Мы можем быть назад, мы можем не. Это зависит от его реакции."
("Tayana, I'm taking husband to give him surprise. Let Monica know and the others. We may be back we may not. It depends on his reaction.")

With that, Milenka places her arm around Grays shoulder and escorts him to elsewhere in the resort....

What he had perceived as a place that is not very big, reveals itself to be massive, like a palace...down one level, where many of the rooms are, then another, and another, and another...she see's a worried look on his face...
"Don't worry husband of mine. We have to have place for us. Seclusion for new wife and husband. Is important, no? Of course it is."

She pulls out a set of keys and opens the main door...it appears to be the only room on this level....once open, a palatial spread is before them....only the best of everything...from the furniture to he draperies - everything tastefully well appointed....but this is not the surprise....

After escorting him from room to room - the bar, the dining room, the study, Milenka pulls out another key, a pink colored key, she places the key in the cylinder and says with an unbridled giddiness...
"Close eyes my wonderful husband."
Milenka opens the door and escorts him into the room....the floor becomes very soft...

Milenka commands...
"Wait! Must take off shoes."
She squats and helps him with his shoes and then takes her own shoes off....she moves him forward, his eyes still closed and gets him into the perfect spot....
"Now, open eyes and see surprise."

As Gray slowly opens his eyes, before him IS their own custom-built nest, to Milenka's specifications (but many other devices and places within this Shangri-La is specified by KOLECTV) ....much of everything, from the walls, ceiling, floors and the nest itself is made from various furs such as sable, and fox, lynx, and mink....the nest is round and slopes toward the center....it is huge, maybe twenty feet in diameter...there are fur covered pillows, fur covered throws all in the nest....the room looks simple, but there are many hidden doors and places that have lots of things needed for their use as this will eventually be Gray's final place to be with Milenka....there are changing areas, a bathroom, equipment areas, and special places where Milenka will be able to keep Gray, when she is not around...

And with all this soft, luxuriant fur, our two love birds will nestle in complete comfort as it is neither too hot or cold...and as they use the nest, the temperature will automatically drop to offset the warmth of the fur throws and the warmth of their bodies....

Milenka suddenly picks Gray up and tosses him with ease into the nest...she giggles aloud as he rolls right to the center of the nest....here, in the center, is a few feet below the rim of the nest...he looks up at Milenka who looks down at him smiling....she feels totally empowered by this place....she sees his vulnerability and knows that she is in control here, that this is her place as much as it is their place...she will control Gray and that is the way it will be, as she learned back in Russia in the labs of KOLECTV.....

Milenka takes off her veil and removes a clip from her hair....her mane (which seems even longer now than before) falls down all over her back and her shoulders - this underscores another aspect of her beauty...she shakes her head and that only adds to her aura...

Milenka says to him....
"I hope you like gift. Milenka and husband can stay or does husband want to go back to party?"
 
Oh my god...it's a womb.

It's all I can think, as I open my eyes and look out over the plush, warm chamber, lined with fur and blanketed with pillows. Large, but made intimate by it's own abundance. My jaw drops...what has she done? This room - it's the epitome of softness, the embodiment of comfort. And, as she playfully tosses me to its bottom - the sunken, concave hollow at its center - I see it's also...well, if not a trap, it's at least something from which I'd have to struggle to climb out. It's like a den, a room with an enveloping embrace. She's crafted this place herself, for us, and led me to it. She's led me back to her womb.

She stands above me, at the nest's edge, shaking out her raven mane of hair and appearing suddenly like a widcat ready to pounce. Even in her tightly tailored gown, in all its elegance, she looks enthusiastically...feral. Her smile widens more as she watches me look around, imagining the time we might spend in here, the nights, the days. She then purrs down at me, suggestively, her question - do I want to stay here a while with her, now?

I blink up at her, struggling to reposition myself from my back, onto which I'd rolled. The softness of the room, its plush cushion of a floor, makes mobility difficult, but with clumsy effort I find myself up onto my knees.

"S-stay here...n-now?" I stammer, caught so completely off-guard by this whole situation, "Don't you think we, uh...."

My voice starts to fail as, slowly, she begins to walk down - somehow gracefully - into the pit, in towards me at the womb's center. Her smile crooks, mischievously amused at my little argument, and her strong shoulders are set decisively. Though she is descending, into the room, as she approaches she appears taller and taller to me - knelt down awkwardly before her.

I struggle to speak again, wrestling with my own sense of responsibility and decorum. We can't just disappear from our own wedding reception for a quickie, can we? But, at the same time...the promise in those eyes...an afternoon in this room, with her...

"y-yeah..uh...? <heh heh>" I stutter, "I th-think we oughta, uh...get back?"

<gulp>

My eyes goggle as, having reached me, she slowly lowers herself to her knees as well - erect, though, towering over me. She's placed her chest - her huge breasts, obviously swollen with milk in their tumescence - right in front of my face...



Somehow, I find my tongue again, despite her playful but blatant attempts to seduce me, right here. We have to go back! I don't want to but I need to insist!

"J-just for a l-little while? Make a-an appearance? We sh-should, dontcha...think? Then we can come b-back later?"
 
Milenka places her index finger over his lips and says in a calm voice....
"Shhhhh. Party can wait."

Her hands go to work as she takes off his jacket...Gray still tries his best to push the issue with his whining...Milenka continues to disrobe him....with her hands on his white shirt, she rips it open....buttons fly in every direction as she flings his dress shirt to the far side of the nest....now she pulls at his cotton undershirt...with her strength Milenka rips it off of him....again Gray makes some nervous protests now worried about how things will look without his undershirt and his white dress shirt...

But it doesn't stop there....Milenka, again with a calmness, silently lifts him up by his black tuxedo pants....suspended in mid-air Milenka smiles as she looks at him, knowing her strength gives her quite the advantage over him....she shakes him once, then twice and the pants unzip and a tearing noise can be heard...she tilts his body on purpose and he falls out to the furry softness below....

Gray now tries to crawl away from Milenka, she laughs out loud, as if he can run away from her....between the pitch of the nest and Milenka being able to out maneuver him, she watches as he futility tries to climb out....she grabs him by the legs and removes his socks...

Milenka has had enough.....she places him on his knees before her and undoes the laces in her corset...remembering what she was taught by her bridesmaids she cocks her head back and goes into a meditative state....about as erect as one can be, Milenka takes in a breath...a few seconds later she lets the air out of her lungs and her corset blows off of her body, her enormous tits fly outwards and hit Gray in the face....the smack echoes throughout the air and with that Milenka releases her pheromones....they are strong and abundant, the molecules hit Gray as hard as her tits....they surround him, envelope him and place him in a cocoon of pheromones.....he breathes them in and they also penetrate through his skin....he is neutralized by them and is now in a catatonic state....Milenka can manipulate him as she sees fit...all he can do is stare at her tits, drool running from his lips....

Milenka scoops him up and places him at the very center of the nest....it is the softest part...she lays him down on his back...she watches as he sinks slowly as if he is in quicksand....most of his body is enveloped by the thick, soft fur...only his eyes, nose, mouth and his now hard cock are visible....Milenka removes her white panties, but leaves her white garter, garter belts and white seamed stockings on.....

In Milenka's own thoughts....
"Time has come to consummate marriage. I must have him inside of me as I love him so. Husband is so vulnerable. It is meant to be like this."

With that, Milenka's perfectly lipped pussy lowers softly onto his huge rod.....at the same time she feeds him as well and bends forward....she places the weight of her right tit onto his face...her nipple right into his awaiting mouth....her long, gorgeous, soft locks surround his face and like the fur envelope him...Gray has Milenka all around him now....her hair, its abundance removes any light from the room....now it is just her tit, her milk, and the feeling of her tight pussy on his rod...

Milenka slowly moves her hips and her pussy moves up and down on his cock....the time has come.....the time has come.....
 
"Okay, you're a crazy lady!" I exclaim, only half-joking as she grabs me by my pants and - still on her knees - shakes me out of them as they rip nearly in two. What's come over her?!? I wonder in astonishment...though totally knowing the answer. Hell, I feel it myself...We've waited so long, it seems, for this moment. We're two people meant for each other. Or, rather, she's the one person totally built for me, to be my ultimate aphrodisiac, my ultimate turn-on. And I'm, for her, the ultimate prize, the one thing in the world she wants most. And - even though it's been only about a week - it seems like forever...

...we need to fuck.

But...now?

"Whoa ! Hey!!" I exclaim, laughing, as she grabs me by my legs as I'm now really trying to get away. I need to talk some sense into her! She just laughs right back at me, effortlessly stopping my escape, and starts peeling off my socks. Though I don't hear in her laugh the same shocked amusement I'm voicing. She sounds delighted. She sounds, well, like a child with a new toy. An overgrown girl with an entertaining plaything. A curious new doll, or pet, doing something funny...me.

But when she drags me back to her, picks me up and places me again on my knees in front of her, I look up at her wildly smiling face and see not only this elated, lust-addled girl, perhaps a touch simpleminded. I see also the deeper machinations working below the surface, of which she's not even aware. KOLECTV's programming, in her, bringing her to act this way. She can't help it...she wants to mate. With me. Real bad.

With wry acceptance I'm beginning to realize that - despite my misgivings - I really don't have any choice in this. Her chest is right there in front of my face, again, squeezed into the bodice of her wedding dress. Only this time I'm not only kneeling but totally naked...so I'm sure she can tell - probably by the massive boner sprouting to fill the space between us - that I'm not completely disinterested in this...

She sets her shoulders for me, displaying her torso magnificently, and her giggling fades as she says something about me getting ready for my next present. With that, she tilts her head back on her elegant neck, and draws in a deep, trancelike breath as if preparing herself for something. I goggle in enchanted awe as the breath, along with her massive bosom, is suddenly too much for her corsetted dress and she bursts outward, prodigious breasts heaving forth and without warning envelop my head as she grabs it from behind.

I draw in a deep breath of my own - in shock - to voice my complete surprise, and am suddenly struck. The smell of her, the perfume - the scent which I know to be her genetically re-engineered pheromones - hits me like a freight train.

Holy crap - what's going on?

It's - oh god, as I draw another breath - so strong. The same scent, the same pheromones...but this is...christ...entirely something else..

Is this what she meant by her 'gift'?

I can feel myself falling, falling under their sway, deeper and deeper and deeper with every breath I take. Within just a few, I'm completely consumed, drunk and overwhelmed. While before, her pheromones were powerfully arousing, and brought me gently to a sense of calm and well-being. But now - and I recognize this immediately, flashing back to the hot tub with the bridesmaids - this is an onslaught. My arousal roars like flames to overcome me, and at the same time I'm devastated by a halcyon bliss, like an opiate, a whole field of poppies in her bosom. I'm suddenly like putty, ready and willing to be bent to her whims.

Smiling the whole time, I'm dimly aware of her giggling again...a girl, experimenting with her powers...as she eases me onto my back, helping me sink into the soft, plush cushion of the furred floor. It seems to envelop me itself, drawing me in, and I can smell her in it, as well. Has she imbued this whole room, all its furs, with her scent?

The thought is soon lost, though, as soon she is all over me, her tit on my face, her body on mine. Her hair surrounding me like a curtain, blocking all other light. I can feel nothing but softness - her atop me, the fur cushions behind me, and...unghhh...her tight, wet cunt swallowing me up.

She's fucking me, I realize, she's fucking me as - mmmphh - she shoves her big nipple into my mouth and begins to feed me. She talks to me, speaks to me, and sounds mesmerized herself. Oh god, it's all so good, and my pheromone-induced daze does nothing to lessen the experience. Rather, it heightens it...it's becoming transcendent...it's unlike anything I've ever felt...so perfect...I'm surrounded, held, kept...and I'm being fucked....loved...squashed...
 
As Gray finishes with her right tit she moves it off of his mouth...a sweet sucking noise can be heard, just like a baby would if he or she was removed from his/her mother's teat......Milenka looks down with sort of an evil smile as she feels terribly good about having Gray in such a position - to be on top and in control and to have him buried and become so submissive, needy...and well, sort of small....

Milenka says...
"How little master like his gift? How he like what I have done?"

After hearing his answer, she moves her body to the right and her massive left tit obscures much of his view....it its so much bigger every time...she lowers her nipple and now moves her hips again....her labia strong against his hardened length....she begins to make slow purring noises and they build up into wonderful moans that only she can make....they are dripping with all of her sexiness and now his cock - which she had not felt before if at all in her life gave her a secondary feeling of empowerment....Milenka could see herself fucking him in the future...she knew that his cock was perfectly matched to her big, deep pussy....

"Oh, Little Master of mine. Hard cock ~moans~ feels so good. Is just so wonderful as Milenka do this. You have no idea how ~moans~ ummmmm, happy Milenka feels right now." ~breathes loudly as she pounds him a bit harder~ "And, sucking tit. Oh, such relieve. ~moans~ Ooooooo, feels so good. So good."

After Gray finishes his milk, Milenka pulls away from him...again the sucking noise as her nipple ~pops~ open from his mouth....she moves her body erect and whips her immensely long hair back, allowing it to fall all around her....Gray feels quite tiny now as her body moves up and down....to him she is the ultimate goddess caregiver wife....willing to fulfill his needs and hers....this consummation of marriage is far from over....

As he moans and his cock tightens she knows he is ready to ejaculated...now ramming her body up and down....she feels his shaft tighten, lengthen, and harden...a few seconds later and his warm fluid is released inside of her....it makes Milenka smile and she releases a second wave of pheromones - this one not as strong as the second one...

Milenka pulls herself off of his cock then kisses him on the lips and says...
"Husband don't move. Husband stay right here. I have one last gift for husband."

Milenka easily crawls out of the nest and in a flash returns with a hypodermic needle....she hops back into their furry nest and says...
"Here is present from KOLECTV. Not sure what it do, but KOLECTV say it will make our marriage best marriage. Milenka want best marriage to her new husband."

With that, she pulls him out of his hole (he is still somewhat catatonic) and rolls him over onto his stomach....she takes the needle and without hesitation she punctures his derriere and pushes down on the plunger with her thumb....the aqueous fluid enters Gray's bloodstream and it is done....Milenka finds a place to set down the spent hypodermic needle and joins Gray at his side...she rotates him over and notices how little use he has in terms of movement...she scoops him in toward her and cuddles him as she kisses his forehead...

With a grand smile and all the optimism in the world Milenka says...
"For Ma Ma and her little one, it will be a wonderful union of our souls. Our togetherness, our bond cannot be broken."

She kisses him again, as her hair falls on his naked body, wrapping him even further....they lay there and cuddle before having Gray snap out of his pheromone induced intoxication....

Soon they will go back to the party.....meanwhile, special molecules are at work as they travel through his bloodstream, making certain bonds with his endocrine system....soon, some of those bonds will be in Gray's hypothalamus where his body will be irrevocably changed for good....
 
(Translated to English from the Kazakh)

File b-0002

Subject Case m00001-j

Gray, Greg
San Diego, California, USA

Initial data from sub-dermal implant suggests successful inoculation of intramuscular injection Treatment gg85677-c into subject. Will monitor for effects both previously requested by subject/target (addictive qualities to ejaculate) and additional effects as detailed previously, to be induced by SUBJECT 4533a (Milenka Kovalenko-Gray).
 
<Even in his stupor, Greg feels, acutely, the sense of loss when she draws her right breast off his face. He feels suddenly naked, exposed, cold without her weight there. As if on a phantom nipple, little sucking motions continue. She re-positions herself over his face, to look directly into his closed eyes, and smiles at his expression.>

"How little master like his gift?" she asks proudly, as she bites a litte kiss from his lips and holding his cock inside her, squeezing it, "How he like what I have done?"

<In his pheromone-induced, blissed-out delirium, Gray barely registers the implications of Milenka's question.>

"Yes yes the room...the womb..." he murmurs flatly, hypnotized into an ecstacy by her magic, "give me more..." He takes deep breaths, smelling her, taking in his drug. "I want to sink into you," he continues, "Make my world, Milly, be my world. Make my world be you. I want to sink into you. I want to be in you..."

<Even though she doesn't fully understand the depth of his answer, she purrs her approval nonetheless, obviously aroused by its tone. She giggles and tells him he is 'already in me, silly man' as her hips start to work their ways on him again. She rewards him with her left breast, settling its weight on his face and marveling herself how it completely eclipses him. She pets his head tenderly, as she lays on him and feeds him and fucks him, covering his smaller body completely with her own.>

<She also begins to experiment with manipulating him with her inner walls, expanding and contracting them like she'd been taught, to make him feel like she is pulling him in deeper and deeper. She feels how it heightens his arousal, causing him to moan and groan, but knows the strength she has down there...and realizes she must be careful...she could easily rip him out by the root...>

<But he seems to love it, she thinks, this feeling of inferiority. He seems to love being consumed, eclipsed, enveloped by her, in her nest. It's incredible, his submissiveness, his passiveness...and it's everything she's wanted, she's realizing more day by day. Her heartbeat is escalating, her breaths coming quicker, presented with his meekness. It's turning her on so much. And even though her left breast is only half-drained, she can't control her passion any more...she needs him to see how beautiful she is, how big she is, how much stronger than him she is...she needs him to see his creation>

<And so, pulling her breast from his face and suckling mouth, she raises up over him, sitting erect, to fuck him from on high. She closes her eyes, and turns her head, allowing him to look at her unabashedly.>

<His suckling motions have stopped, and his jaw opens and gapes as he looks up at her, at her amazing body, and watches the storm that's built in her. The spectacle of her whipping hair, a hurricane of darkness. Her enormous breasts, thundering up and down with her now vigorous efforts.>

<She feels his eyes on her and knows that every jiggle of flesh to him is seismic, epic, and she relishes the feel of her heavy fat slamming into his weak, thinner body. Is she raping him? She loves the idea...but he seems to, also. He seems to want to be crushed. And she could do it so easy...>

<And it's these thoughts that, finally, are with them both - together but separately - when they come, him with a feeble whine, she with a great, feminine roar...>

<To him, his orgasm is like the height of a drug trip. It is sublime and entire, filling and blotting out the world. The moment is primordial and consummate, and though the climax eventually fades for them both, he is still left in another world.>

<A second wave of weapon-strength pheromones anesthetizes him further, and though he notices the injection it doesn't bother him, physically or psychologically. Under the influence of her chemistry, he is ultimately trusting and unquestioning. She has no idea herself, just yet, as to what a puppet he is to her, like this. For now, she only knows how he loves to hear her voice...>

"...present from KOLECTV...." he hears her say, though it is as if through a fog, a daze of warmth of good feeling, "...Not sure what it do... say it will make our marriage best marriage....Milenka want best marriage to her new husband..."

<He smiles, at the sound of her voice...yes, best marriage, his thoughts echo, as she settles in next to him, and pulls him to her. They are both naked, face-to-face in their soft nest of fur. They cuddle, and she watches him with affection as he slowly comes back more to reality....>


...

"Mmmm...what was that?" I hum, lazily, as I start to gain more control over my thoughts and voice. I'm coming back to the real world, I can tell...and it all seems so nice...

She explains what she knows about the shot, the injection that she just administered to my ass...it's not much, what KOLECTV told her. I laugh leisurely. I realize, yes, that I should be alarmed - my usual anxious mess - over this. But I'm still under the influence of her pheromones, and am just swimming in a warm sea of acquiescence. "No, not that..." I answer, "I know about that...I had asked KOLECTV, the company, long ago...if they could give me a treatment..."

She looks at me, reclined herself, head next to mine on a huge pillow, with a questioning eye. Though still half-drunk and blissed-out, I know I need to explain...and I say much more than I should, more than I would if I had all my wits. "It's...<hah hah>...sort of embarrassing...I had asked...when we were all just planning on creating you...laying out how I'd like you to be... if you could be, like, addicted to my come. Isn't that funny?"

I watch her face with the detached interest of a sod as different expressions move across it. She seems shocked, and then angry, a little, I guess. But she seems, next, to smile, as she thinks on it...a smile of acceptance, of consent and now her own acquiescence.

"I figure it's that," I say, finally, "the shot...they concocted something to change my come so it'll be...I dunno...like a drug to you. I...uh...<heh heh> hope that's okay..."

I'm relieved and even more in love with her when she giggles, and nods. I kiss her, with gusto, and tell her she's great.

"What I meant," I say, after a little canoodling, in our fur cocoon, "when I asked what that was, was the pheromones..." Her eyes flash, and she looks at me with a deviously playful smile. "What was that? I mean...I know you had some major pheromones...but you knocked me off my feet back there..."

She giggles & explains. How the bridesmaids had taught her to control her pheromones. How she could now modulate them, emit them from her body in whatever amount she wished. Little bits, a slow constant flow like normal...or in a huge wave, like she'd just done. Did I like what she could do? Yes...it was amazing...

I know, looking back at it, that this should make me nervous. I was a mess, like a plaything to her, under their influence. But, she has me so relaxed...and it was kinda cool...

We spend too long a time there, in our nest, looking into one another's eyes - giddy with the thought of being man and wife. I run my hands through her thick, luxuriant hair, and marvel again at my good fortune. She is a fucking masterpiece. Perfect. She smiles and giggles easily, kissing my cheeks and chin, playing with my nose.

We both, though, know we should make it back to the group, and eventually she rises to draw a phone out from under one cushion at the rooms edge, and call the staff to bring me a set of my clothes. Least she could do, after tearing my tux shirt and pants to pieces. She takes, also, the time to bathe my loins with a wet washcloth, gently cleaning me of her juices. She smiles ruefully down at me as I slowly start to harden for her, again - this feels amazing - and I smile back.

"Later, right?" I quip, as she smiles and pats me with affection.

Just then, a chime rings and Milenka perks up, grabbing a fur throw to cover herself and stand, to leave the nest. In an outside room, I hear her with someone else, and soon she is back in carrying a pair of shorts and a shirt for me. It was all I had packed, casual stuff, anticipating a week on a private island. The resort staff had them fetched from my room.

And so, we dress - me in khaki shorts, barefoot, a blue, collared shirt. With mischief Milenka insists I wear my tux jacket over it all, and suddenly I look ridiculous. I help her squeeze back into her dress, and she on the other hand looks wonderful, again. Perhaps a bit more disheveled, with some loose locks of hair, but elegant once more.

The little party, we find, has moved out onto patio in our absence. Taking advantage of the beautiful day, and a light ocean breeze. Drinks are in hand, and everyone claps and hoots as we re-enter the crowd, each of us blushing a little.

"вот наши голубки!" one of the bridesmaids announce, followed by other laughing calls. "Похоже, они повеселились!" says Valentina. "Ты беременна, Milenka?" asks Elvira.

"Nice," Monika comments wryly, handing me a glass of white wine and assaulting me with an arched brow, "Couldn't even wait for the guests to leave, hm?"

I shake my head and laugh back at her, keeping my tongue but accepting my glass. I can't help but notice that in her heels, and my bare feet, she and I are the same height. She also looks nicely busty, in her tight red party dress.



"Hey, eyes up, horndog," she snaps, catching me looking at her chest and raising my chin with a finger. Her smile is full of her razor wit and intelligence."My, you really are quite the boob-monkey, aren't you? I'll have to watch what I wear around you, now that you're a married man," she tutts, with the long-suffering patience of a well-built woman accustomed to the roving eyes of men, before continuing. "So, it looks like the little wifey gave you quite a ride..." she says, taking a sip of wine as she regards me, and then looking over at Milenka. She's drifted off to the bridesmaids, whom over all she utterly towers; they've circled up and started to chatter. "...and she looks like a strong girl. Are you okay, big guy?"

"Who..? Me..? Never better..!" I answer truthfully, raising my glass with a roguish smile.

Monika gives me funny look and laughs. We continue our talk. Or, rather, she continues to needle and tease me, and I fend her off cheerfully.

"Anyway," Monika says, accepting a refill from a passing attendant, "This was a great day, congratulations. But I need to get back to the offices. Someone has to run your company when you're off screwing amazons."

"Hey..!" I snap.

She smiles, knowing she's struck a nerve. "Aw, don't worry, pookie...enjoy yourself this week," she teases, "I just called over to have the water plane readied at the aqua port....couldn't you have gotten her an island with a real airstrip?"

I don't laugh at the joke. It would only encourage her.

"They'll have everyone's bags on," Monika continues, "we'll take off in an hour or so. I know, I know...you're disappointed, having to stay a whole week here, by yourself. I imagine you're getting used to being totally surrounded by girls, but I've got to take all these ladies away." She takes a sip of wine, and looks at me over the glass. "Though I'm sure Milenka is more than enough woman for you..."

Oh, you have no idea...

With a laugh I say my goodbyes to Monika, telling her I'll see her as soon as I get back. She takes Jackie with her and the two move off to the main building.

I head over to Milenka, where she sits on low wall talking to Kristina and Elvira. As I arrive, she gazes at me with warm emotion, and starts playing with her veil...



She, once again, is the picture-perfect bride, so happy and content. But, I tell her the girls' plane is almost ready and that they soon have to leave. She translates for them all, and soon several golf carts arrive to take them all away. We wave our goodbyes, give out a few hugs, but are suddenly alone save for the few staff members starting to clear away the empty glassware. We each take a glass and sit, together, on the low stone wall.

Meanwhile, the manager approaches us and asks how things are going. Each still in a mild state of euphoria, we both assure her that everything went wonderfully today. I, for one, want to check on my room, and make sure it all gets packed & moved to our new nest and suite of rooms, which we'll be sharing for the week.

In the meantime, maybe Milenka wants to change? "I'd love a tour around your new island..." I ask, smiling.
 
Milenka responds....
"Sure, would love to give husband tour of island."

She smiles and tells him to wait for her in the sprawling suite beyond the "nest"...Milenka goes into their master bedroom and freshens up her face and her hair....

In keeping with the tradition of white and having been just married, Milenka puts on a tight, form fitting dress that accentuates her every curve from her breasts down to her thighs...

....she enters the living area where he awaits, slumped down deep in one of the cushiony chairs...as she nears him, her body seems to grow...Milenka looks down at him with that smile that seems to say something like...."God, how small you are. I want to crush you out of existence."

Instead, she just reaches out with her left hand and he takes it...she pulls him up out of the chair with her brute force and they exit the suite, her hand on his hand...with her height, his arm is slightly raised up and to others it looks like this is less of a newly wed couple and more of a mother walk with her young son...

Milenka leads the way, and they meander from the resort....she takes him down to the beach and they watch as the sun makes its slow descent into the sky....there is still plenty of light out...she turns back and together they look back at the incredible rock that holds up the resort....

"Is very lovely place. What can Milenka ask for? Nothing. I like this place. Want very much to spend great deal of time here. Is feels like home for us. New life for Ma Ma and husband."

Milenka cranks her head to the side then reaches out and grabs Gray by the chin....
"Hmmm, must have cute name for my little boy. So cute. What I name you? Little Greg? Little Zaja? Is means rabbit. Cute little rabbit."

As she mulls the pet name over, they continue to walk down the beach....then she leads him to some trails that takes them both through a wonderful abundance of flora and fauna....from beautifully colored palm trees to interesting sounding birds the newly married couple weave through a sort of paradise....Milenka points out San Diego to the north, which can be seen in the distance and at the east, the shores of Tijuana, Mexico...

Now back at the resort, the staff has prepared and are serving dinner to Milenka and Gray on the western patio...a light fare of some fish and a salad, they both enjoy a white wine together and watch the sunset...

She raises her glass and says...
"To our new life. I look forward to much loving times with you. And, I take care of my husband forever and ever."

Dinner ends and Milenka does what Milenka does best....control Gray to the fullest extent that she can...she decides to pick him up, he in her arms as she makes the long walk back inside and to the suite.....once inside, she does it again, she throws him into the nest and watches him roll to the middle....

Slowly, she takes off her dress and removes her white bra....Gray watches as her enormous breasts pop out...the first thing he can plainly see is how big they are again....how they have filled with milk in just a few short hours...they're not big, big like before, but they are definitely ready to be sucked on...

Milenka continues the removal of her lace panties and her shoes....she jumps up onto the edge of the nest, grabs a fur throw and places it around herself as though it were a fur coat....she descends toward the middle where Gray lays down, in this odd, thrown down position...

Milenka raises an eyebrow, and smiles devilishly at him....in her sultry voice she says...
"Don't get up. Why don't Little Zaja crawl for Ma Ma. Crawl like little baby."
 
The walk around the island, with a tour of the small resort and the paths around its coast, is nice. I liked the wedding, I liked hanging out with the others over the past few days...but other people stress me out. Milenka, on the other hand...well...it's not that I'm, like, totally comfortable when I'm with her. I still get that 'nervous around pretty girls' thing. But every minute is a like a new little thrill. I feel more alive being around her than I've ever felt before, and I can see the honest affection she has for me in her eyes. Each day, I get to know her a little better, and she excites me even more. I'm really looking forward to more time with my new wife (that still sounds crazy!); this week is going to be great.

Especially if she keeps looking, every day seemingly, more and more beautiful...I mean, god...after getting out of her wedding dress, relaxing into this more casual outfit...she just glows...



We talk easily, about all sorts of things. We meander through the little "port" - more just a set of a few docks, where small yachts or water planes can pull up. She suggests a boat ride at some point, during our little honeymoon. For her, I say, anything...but I'm not a big fan of boats. Though my family had always been a boating family - they'd made their first fortunes in shipping - I don't really care for it, anymore. She asks - and I open up again - about my family, and the accident. She listens, she is understanding and warm, in her own simple way....

...I love her.

We meander down to the beach at points. Even at six-foot-five, she's adorable, holding her heels in hand to walk through the surf. I chase after her when she splashes me. Eventually, we end up in an embrace, watching the sun beginning its descent towards the ocean.

"Is very lovely place," she says, thanking me for the island.

No lie - this was a serious investment for me, even with my billions. But, looking into her eyes and feeling the wonder and joy radiating off her when she talks of "her island" - it was worth every dime. I'm sure we'll work on it together, getting the resort running the way she'd like, making any changes she wants. Maybe we'll hire new staff, new assistants for her. Maybe we'll build a...

...stop. Stop thinking about this as a business, at least for now. This was her wedding present...enjoy it. Let her enjoy it.

"What can Milenka ask for? Nothing...Want very much to spend great deal of time here. Is feels like home for us," she contiunes, "New life for MaMa and husband..."

I raise my eyebrows. "M-mama?" I laugh, feeling a quick sting of ignomy, "Is that what I'm supposed to call you now?"

With a crooked, impish little smile, she looks down at me, in our embrace, and kisses me tenderly. I feel her pheromones starting to ebb into me, relaxing me, softening my world. I know I'm swelling in my shorts, in response to her kiss, her soft body, her inescapable perfume. She feels it too, pressing into me and purring seductively.

'Mama' sounds nice...

She breaks our kiss, and peers down at me, mischief still in her eyes.

"Hmm...must have cute name for my little boy..." she considers, half-teasing, "What I name you..? Little Zaja? Is means rabbit..."

I laugh again, and for some reason am feeling even more aroused now. "Great," I say, feigning non-chalance and rising up on my tiptoes to kiss her again, "now I'm a Russian rabbit..."

"Cute little rabbit..." she corrects me, with a nod.

"Nice." I guess the days of 'Master' are gone.

She giggles at my frown, my playful pout, and with a bounce to her step leads me further down the beach to a small wooded trail. Back in her high heels, she holds onto me as we walk on a path of small stones, pretending girlishly to need my support and giggling as she stumbles.

Since our little talk on the beach, she continues to call me 'Little Zaja', as we look off across the water to the mainland, watching the sun fall even further. She's tried a few other names; I was not a big fan of "Little Piglet" or "Little Turnip"...so back to Rabbit it is. I, though, have purposefully not yet called her 'Mama'...she was joking, right? Anyway, I guess I don't mind the term of affection - 'Little Rabbit' - between us. It seems to delight her...and in my acceptance she holds me closer and closer as the afternoon wanes and evening starts to set in.

We make it back to the main building for dinner, and Milenka - if anything - seems more focused on me than ever. Out on the patio, as the sun has set, her eyes are constantly searching mine. As the light wanes she grows, with every passing moment, more and more energized, more girlishly giddy. It's the promise of the evening, I know, the approaching darkness and our first night together, as husband and wife.



She wants me alone, I can tell. She wants me back in our nest. She begins to get more and more flirty and, if I'm not mistaken, has begun to give off more pheromones as dinner has progressed. I'm getting a little edgy myself, and feel myself thickening in my shorts, responding to her signals. But, I try to keep from becoming impatient through dessert and an after dinner drink....we do have all week together...

...but soon enough, neither of us can take it anymore. I figured I should suggest a little moonlit walk to the beach: she quickly shook her head 'no'. She asked if I'd like to see the library inside, maybe find a good book to read: uh, maybe tomorrow, Milly... We both, instead, look at one another across the table and smile at each other like horny teens. I stand first, and extend my hand - she takes it, and stands quickly: knocking over our little seaside table!

As glass shatters and plates are up-ended, we both laugh, and look around: no one's seen us...let's get out of here! I think to pull her away, into the darkness off the patio, but before I can move she's swept me off my feet and into her arms.

"Hey!" I laugh, and soon she's carrying me towards the main building, towards our suite. She's smiling, with a wild gleam in her eye. And my face is, I'm sure, wide with excitement. A staff member shows up at the door, to open it for us and I look down at her from Milenka's arms. I flush, a little, in embarrassment but am emboldened by the moment. "Thanks," I say, as the waitress looks at us in wordless shock (not every day a six-and-a-half-foot tall woman is seen carrying her new husband away from dinner, I guess), "sorry for the mess out there..."

We both giggle, conspiratorially, and Milenka picks up her pace, all but running now through the corridors of the resort and through our suite of rooms (it's not lost on me that she carries me over the threshold) until we arrive in our nest.

She kicks the door closed behind us and, with little ceremony, dumps me back into the plush, concave chamber. Once again I can't help but roll clumsily to the middle. I watch, from my awkward position, as she hurriedly strips from her clothes, revealing the naked miracles of her curvy body. I follow her lead, pulling my shirt and, gracelessly, my pants off, until I am crouched there in the center in only my boxers.

From the edge of the nest, she pulls a fur throw blanket and wraps it around herself, tightly, doing nothing to hide her glorious curves. She tosses her hair, which looks more and more like a mane, and fixes me with a sultry eye...



"What are you waiting for? Come on down and join me..." I command, my heart starting to pound.

She smiles, the thrill of anticipation in her eyes as well, and slowly descends into the fur-lined nest that she's built for us. She stops short at its bottom edge, though, not coming all the way to me. I start to arise, to go join her and pull her down, but am halted when she says:

"Don't get up..." she says, with eyes like sparkling emeralds, "Why don't Little Zaja crawl for Ma Ma? Crawl, like little baby..."

I laugh, a little nervously, and sit back on my knees. "Wh-Wh...uh, M-Milly <heh heh>...uh..."

She sees, immediately, my apprehension, and turns a bit, to the side, allowing the fur throw to fall from her glorious rear, to expose her muscular haunch. She tucks the blanket around her big left breast, to accentuate its mass, show me its size. She looks down at herself, and raises her eyebrows to me with a bemused smile: Come and get it, she seems to be saying, just crawl...

Uh, crawl? no. I raise my arms to her: come on, come to me.

She huffs, in the frustration of a disappointed little girl. But then, a light comes on in her eyes. Still a bit higher than me in the nest, she gazes down on me, and with mock gravity raises her head...



Suddenly, I am aware of a now-familiar smell, a perfumed, primal air; she starts to giggle, watching my expression change...

..and I feel myself wanting to do anything she says, as she commands me again...
 
In Milenka's own thoughts...
"Oh, so he's going to try to resist his Ma Ma's charms. Well, I know what works. Milenka is enjoying new found power with pheromones. Will do what I was taught and will command him again."

Milenka arches back and holds her position....she pulls her head down and her hair now falls, half of it covering her face...a small blast of her pheromones are released and they gravitate and encircle Gray...they penetrate not only his nostrils, not only his skin, but get to the very core of his body and quickly work their way from his endocrine system to his nervous system and ultimately blanket his brain....it is all about Milly.....nothing else matters....his attention is toward her....

With a light giggle and a contagious smile, she says in a motherly tone....
"Crawl to Ma Ma."

Slowly Gray crawls on all fours and negotiates the pitch of the nest....he has trouble at times and Milenka watches him slip toward the middle....she laughs incessantly and Gray tries harder....it takes him awhile, but he finally makes it to her, his hands clutching onto her thick, muscular legs...

It seems like he is hugging her legs and Milenka is all too happy to let him....she gets up again (still kneeling) and whips her long mane back...she then pulls the fur blanket around them both...Gray looks up and smiles, as he gets hit with some residual pheromones that are still on the blanket....

Milenka looks down at him with a smile...

In her own thoughts...
"What can Milenka make Little Zaja do next? I could have him begging like dog? Hmmm. Maybe not nice, but funny. Hmmm. What if he say Ma Ma to me?"

Milenka kisses him on the head and says....
"From now on, when we alone, you call me 'Ma Ma' or American way you call me 'Mommy,' understood?"

Gray shakes his head yes...this makes Milenka smile more and she gives him a big hug....

Again, in a warm motherly tone....
"Now say you love Ma Ma."

Gray hesitates for a moment, but sees the raised eyebrow that indicates an obvious command....but then he sees her warm smile, her glow and utters....
"I- I love you Mommy."

Milenka then says...
"Is easy to say, no? Of course. Now say it again."

Gray responds a little more willingly as he clutches her legs for physical (and mental) support...
"I love you Mommy."

Milenka says...
"Again."

Gray responds, this time with a smile even...
"I love you Mommy."

This goes on for six more times....obviously, Milenka wishes to have him trained to know that his new wife is his new mother...Milenka thinks about this relationship of theirs...it's more than just an idle fetish...she wants to baby him in every way possible....

Now, Milenka tears Gray away from her leg and lays him down on his back....she straddles his body with her legs and arms as she is on all fours now....

"Time to feed my Little Zaja, time to feed my baby."

With that she lowers her left tit to his mouth and awaits for Gray to latch on and suckle on her teat...soon she will feel the relief she needs from him....
 
<Milenka's pheromones ebb into Greg's system, working on him in unforeseen ways...affecting him in ways neither of them are now aware. But, most apparently, the make him pliable to her suggestions, trusting of her in every way. He is relaxed, and compliant, and aroused.>

"Crawl to Mama..." she repeats, more slowly now, her voice now syrupy with confidence.

<Her smile widens as, gradually, he puts his hands down on the pillowy floor and - with great tentativeness and an obvious inner struggle - slowly puts one in front of the other...beginning to crawl to her. She claps her hands and squeals in glee, turning towards him. This brings her such delight, she's suddenly like a little girl with a new toy...>

<She extends her hands, in encouragement. Her expression: Good boy! Come to Mama..!>

Oh god, what am I doing..? I think, causing myself to falter for the first time, fall backward a bit, I'm..crawling...like a baby...

I should be ashamed, mortified at myself...but, look at her...look at her face...she's so happy...

Am I doing good?


I'm...not. I'm not ashamed. This feels...good. Natural. Doing what she asks. Acting like this, with her...it's natural, for me. And, with every inch I take towards her, her pheromones become stronger and stronger. The flesh of her body is so close; I feel better and better and better about this...



...and soon, with another girlish squeal of praise from her, I nestle up to her womanly hip, laying my face against it and throwing my arms around her strong thigh. Her one arm goes behind me, against my back. She looks down at me, wrapping us both intimately together in the warmth of fur, and I'm soon awash in another wave of powerful pheromones.

"From now on, when we alone, you call me 'Mama'..." she instructs, his mind now even more receptive, "...or American way, you call me 'Mommy'..."

Mommy...yes...

"M-m-mommy..?" I say, meekly, looking up at her beautiful face, holding on to her fleshy hip, "m-my mommy..?"

<Greg looks up at her, his expression that of a dull but happy child, eager to please. Again, she laughs in utter delight, amazed at her own abilities. She has him like a plaything, and rewards him with a hug, pulling him tightly to her hip...pheromones flow...>

"Now say you love Ma Ma..."

"I-I-I...I...l-love you, Mommy...I...love you Mommy...I love you Mommy..."

Each time I say it, it sound more and more natural...I breathe her in, and repeat myself again...

"I love you mommy...mommy...mommy..."

Even in my haze, as my arousal climbs and climbs and climbs, I am aware of the changes in her. Her voice is becoming deeper, more throaty. I can feel the needs building in her, through her hip, the warmth of her flesh. She pushes me down onto my back, and straddles my smaller body with her own...

"Time to feed my baby..." she breathes, her voice laden with urgency.

I can see, it, now, as she lets the fur blanket fall completely from herself...her breasts have swollen, even more over these last few minutes, in anticipation of me. Blue veins seem to throb under her skin, and her areola is ripe and ready for me to...

...latch. Without even a thought I raise myself up onto my elbows, to better reach her nipple, and am immediately greeted with a flow of milk and a supporting hand, behind my head. Slowly, I let myself fall back and relax, easing down completely into the support of her strong arm as I suck and suck and suck, helping her with the pressure in her breast and drinking my own fill of milk.

I move at her urging to the right breast, before the left is drained. She needs me there, and her moans are building, and building, and building...she comes, I think, at least once, through the rhythmic suckles and moans I whine into her breast. My mind is so hazy, now, so consumed and focused on this moment - nursing at her huge tit - that I barely register my own erection...though it's grown huge and throbbing in my boxers, uncomfortably twisted and straining in my shorts. I squirm and weakly writhe, trying to find relief down there...
 
Yes, yes, Milenka marvels at what she can accomplish with Gray, what she can make him do....she loves to be called "Mommy" and address as "I love you Mommy"....she drinks it all in, this, unusual love they have for one another...his need for a wife / mother and her need for a husband / baby....their relationship is becoming so symbiotic, she needs him as much as he needs her...it all seems all too easy...what they do not realize is that KOLECTV is lurking in the shadows...they are watching their every move; controlling ever so slightly...will they program her to grow slightly through the chip inside of her head? Is it necessary? A decision will need to be made on this....

Back in the nest....

Milenka can feel the suckle and release of her milk...it becomes more than just a relief from the pain in her chest....like an aphrodisiac, Gray's suckling goes deep into the fiber of every nerve and into her endocrine system, where large amounts of hormones are released...awash in these, Milenka now coos and moans....she enters a different world herself and has multiple orgasms....this place, Gray as her baby, and being called 'Mommy' is a culmination of who and what she is....she lets it all invade her senses and she releases it all without holding back....

Milenka retreats and looks at him with a glorious smile....
"My Little Zaja makes Ma Ma feel good. You is good boy."

She leans back and feels his hard-on in his shorts...Milenka looks at it for a moment and decides to let Gray wait...maybe he needs, as her baby, a lesson in sexual denial...so Milenka pulls down his shorts and sees that he has quite the hard cock...she doesn't even touch it...she turns to him and says with a deviant smile....

"Little Zaja needs diaper. Maybe pacifier too? Ma Ma be right back."

Moments later...

"Here we are. Diaper for baby, no? Yes, of course."

Milenka lifts gray up and places the diaper underneath it....she also puts on a rubber glove and pulls out a tube of baby cream....she smiles, even giggles at what she is about to do....with an ample amount of cream, she sticks her finger in his anus, this shocks Gray a little, then she calms him down by singing a Russian lullaby....

Of course, her finger is massaging his prostate - as he does this, he feels a sense of ease....their is a build up, but then Milenka stops....

"You continue to be good boy, Ma Ma will allow baby to come."

Milenka finishes putting on the diaper and now straps on the pacifier into his mouth...she thinks again about what control she has....like a girl playing with her new doll, Milenka giggles about what she can do next to him....

She decides to swaddle him in some of the fur blankets and then holds him in her arms as she walks around the soft, fur encased room...her throaty, but beautiful room fills the air as she continues to sing more Russian lullabies....Milenka realizes he might go to sleep....if that is the case, they can always have sex in the morning....
 
<With Milenka's pheromones pervading the air, starting to completely fill the room, and his body now filled with her milk, Greg is in a soporific stupor but uncomfortably hard in his boxers, and unable to bring himself even the slightest relief. She looks down at him, amused by his helplessness but tut-tutting his squirming complaints in false pity. She helps him by lowering and then removing his boxers, unleashing the over-sized shaft of his erection, which springs into the air and draws a delighted little hoot of surprise from her. She eyes it thoughtfully, obviously fighting the instinctual urge she has to just grab hold of him and bring him come after come after come; she can almost taste the wonderful feelings she gets from bringing him pleasure...but it can wait a little while...>

<...She has other things in mind for him tonight.>

<The diaper, and even the ointment...they all go on without much complaint from him...already Milenka is learning how to modulate her pheromones, a little less when he is already relaxed and compliant, a little when she sees his face start to change, when she starts to see the worry in his eyes, or hear a struggle in his voice. She wants him to want all this himself, but she's delighted that she can help him accept it, by easing his mind with this scent she can release from her body. And - it's so fun..! How 'cool' (as they say in America)! Besides, it's what he wants...he just doesn't know it yet...>

<This finger up his anus, for example...he squirmed, at first...but she took care of that. A little wave of pheromones and he started to smile, and actually enjoyed the moment with her, as she massaged him from inside and cooed to him in her most tender voice. Once more, though, she had to fight the urge to just make him come...that cock, so hard...it needs her...it needs release...>

<Walking around the room with him, though - playing the young mother with babe-in-arms - she needs less of her pheromones to keep him placated. Her body can do that. The rhythm of her step. Her soft, throaty voice in a lullaby. She thinks at first that she may put him to sleep, like this...but instead he seems to, if anything, be growing more lucid, more aware...he's looking up at her, half-drunk on love, but also around the room...>

Wow, I think, as I start to really ponder this situation, this is amazing. I'm in the arms of this impossibly gorgeous woman, my beautiful new wife. In this place, on this island...it's like a paradise. I've never felt so good, so comforted and relaxed, so loved. This room, in fact...my god. It's like...a dream come true, being in here, with her. More than a dream, in fact. It's a fantasy come true. It's amazing...a soft, soft retreat from the outside world. How..? Who..?

I look up at her. She's gazing down at me. There is no deception or dishonesty in her eyes, only this warmth and understanding that I have grown to embrace, to allow into me, over this past week. I've let Milenka into my inner world, past my defenses, more than anyone else, ever. She's perfect for me, and the acceptance - and even encouragement - I get from her, in exploring my fantasies...she amazing. But she's a simple girl. I know that. I've known that from the beginning. She is not a person capable of...well...lots of stuff. I'm here for that, to take care of her in that way. She's certainly not someone who could have, in only two days, really, organized the creation of...<he looks around the room again>...this. Is she?

I swallow, dryly, trying to find my voice again after having it all but paralyzed and stifled by this euphoric arousal. I look up at her, and speak...

"T-t-this...this r-room, Milly..." I stammer, my voice dry and tentative, "it's...it's amazing..." She smiles back down at me, happy that I'm happy.

"It..it must have t-taken...so much. So much...work, and, and, and... planning...it's perfect," I continue, "Did you rr-really do it all yourself?"
 
Milenka shakes her head no and says...
"Oh, no. This room more or less here like this already, when I first come. Well - I had brought in fur, more blankets, more pillows. But, yes, amazing, no?"

She can see that his mind is still trying to figure it all out...Milenka decides its time again to blanket him in pheromones....she opens up the fur blanket and throws it back onto the nest...then she throws back her head, that gorgeous, thick mane swats back and she arches her back...Milenka belts out a good deal of pheromones...she watches him as he becomes somewhat catatonic....in his stupor, she places him on the soft foam-like fur floor....she too joins him, now on her knees....the pheromones do plenty to make him even more like a baby...its as if they have given him a partial lobotomy...enough so that he becomes more conducive to her commands...to be totally pliable....

Milenka puts her hand on his face....in her intoxicating throaty voice she says...
"Little Zaja must learn to be good baby. He must learn to listen to Ma Ma. He must be trained."
...then she smiles....
"Is can be fun for both of us, Ma Ma promises. Now is Little Zaja ready?"

Gray shakes his head yes, with the most purest intentions to follow her every word....

With her contagious smile and her matronly tone, Milenka asks...
"What is baby's name?"

Gray pauses and thinks...the pheromones having their fullest effects of dumbing him down....

Milenka says....
"Is baby's name Little Zaja?"

Gray shakes his head yes....
"Can Little Zja say his name?"

Stuttering he answers promptly....
"My name is Little Zaja."

Again, with that motherly tone, she gives him a hug and says...
"Good!" ....she then pauses and asks... "What is not name when in here. In our nest?"

Gray pulls his head up and says....
"Greg Gray?"

Again, she smothers him with a joyful hug....this time her enormous breasts smother his face....he inhales more of Milenka and is brought to another level of this baby play as he goes down deeper into this mother / baby relationship.....

Milenka trains him further....sounding like a mother / teacher she commands of him....
"Now Ma Ma wants Little Zaja to crawl. Can baby do that for Ma Ma?"

Gray begins to crawl around Milenka...she watches him with great joy as makes one revolution around her...at times he looks up at her....even on her knees she seems unbelievably tall...he can feel the weight of her presence, how she is so mothering, yet so strong physically...it definitely subdues him into submission....

Milenka claps her head and in a giggle says...
"Good baby, good Little Zaja."

Now Milenka clasps her hands together...
"Can Little Zaja say goo goo, gah gah?"

Again Gray looks up at her as he pushes up on his hands...
"Goo goo, gah, gah."

Milenka says with a playful smile...
"Again for Ma Ma."

Gray in a very babying tone says...
"Goo goo, gah gah."

And yet aagain, Milenka claps her hands in joy....and says gleefully....
"Oooh, such good baby you are my Little Zaja. I think it is time for Ma Ma to reward her little baby."

Milenka lays him flat on the floor and opens up his diaper....she then sees how hard he still is...yes amazingly hard by all of this play...Milenka practically licks her lips and decides to stroke his hard shaft....it feels so good in her hand.....she stares at it not knowing if she should suck it...tit fuck it...or submerge her pussy onto it.....

"Baby has nice big cock. What can Ma Ma do for it?

And she continues to stroke it softly....up and down, up and down...her fingers running over the veins and over the head of Gray's cock head, again and again and again.....
 
"m-m-m-mouth, Mama..." I say, "m-mama's mouth..."

I lay on my back and watch as, with deep pleasure and satisfaction, Milenka smiles at me. One hand still slowly stroking my cock, she uses the other to brush her wave of hair back over one shoulder. And then, slowly and with great relish of the moment, she lowers herself down and slides my cock into her mouth.

I tilt my head back and groan. This is incredible. Her pheromones, at least her last intense blast, have mostly worn off. They had started, in fact, to slowly wane as we played on the floor together. It was under their influence, sure, that I began to play at her knees, like a baby learning to crawl.



I was drunk on her, when I nuzzled into her hip where she knelt and gurgled like an infant. When she tickled me, and we played like mother and baby. But, my mind was beginning to return, and though my inhibitions were definitely still down, it was with a clearing mind that I began - acceding to her command - to babble like a baby.

"goo goo...googoo...gah..gah gah..." : looking up at her clapping her hands in glee and bathing me in the most maternal of smiles...oh my god...it was amazing. It was every fantasy, every dark secret wish I'd ever had, coming true. And I was acting them out, on my own, with free will. But...I couldn't let her know that, could I? That I was doing this, humiliating myself like this to her because I wanted to? She had to keep on thinking that it was the pheromones...her powerfully intoxicating abilities over me...

Her pheromones - still permeating the room, of course, lingering in my system and relaxing my state of mind - they made it easier. But when I asked for "mama's mouth"...that was all me.

"Oh...mama...mama..." I moan, as Milenka begins to go to work, sliding me slowly in and out of her mouth, "yes...yes...Mama..."

She hums and purrs herself, approvingly, satisfied and oh-so-happy that she has me here, completely under her command, a puppet to her beauty and the warm wetness of her mouth.

"Oh, god, Mommy," I groan again, words now falling in rhythm with her luxuriously slow movements over my cock, "Mommy.....Mommy.....Mommy..."

She loves being called 'Mommy', I know it, I can feel it...

"...Mommy...Mommy...Mommy..."

She loves me being her baby...

"...Mommy...oh god...M-Mommy..Mommy.."
 
In Milenka's own thoughts as she sucks Gray's cock....
"Wow, pheromones are most powerful as husband keeps saying "Mommy." KOLECTV give Milenka amazing powers over husband. Love the way I play with him. Such a toy he now is. Can get hi to do almost anything. It has, no gives Milenka such control over him. This can only be good."

Then as she gets into the rhythm of sucking that massive cock, Milenka has thoughts about this...

"Ummm, cock is sooooo good. Is so addictive. Want to do all sorts of things with it. Want his come very much so. Maybe because Milenka such good virgin before that she wants this so much now? Maybe. Love its warmth. Love its taste. Must have more and more."

After all of her sucking and using her right hand to "get him of" she can feel Gray's cock bulge along with the mighty veins on his shaft...Milenka loves the way it fills her mouth and she especially enjoys its warmth....she feels the spasms and the grunts coming from Grays mouth and his come ejaculates from his cock....she sucks it all down, every last drop, enjoying the warm, salty taste...even its slightly gelatinous feel is something Milenka whole heartily likes and wants more, maybe later and certainly tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that....

Milenka smiles....and then picks him up off the floor and jumps up on the nest....there will be a lot revealed about this nest....all of its nooks, all of its hidden areas below....places for Milenka to keep Gray right where she wants him....rather than go in the center, she takes him on the end that faces south (even though there are no windows to indicate this)....she grabs his pacifier from another room and has it at the ready, in her hands....she lays down with him, the two facing each other....slowly they sink together...fur now covering both of their bodies, up to their chests....the fur feels somewhat heavy, but soft as they lay there, Milenka smiling, as if all this is normal (and maybe for their relationship THIS is normal)....

Milenka strokes his hair and smiles...their is glowing look in her face....

With her throaty voice she says...
"Was very nice. Little Zaja is good boy."

She raises an eyebrow and looks at him curiously....
"Ma Ma wish to ask some questions of you."

She places her and gingerly on his chin and lifts it up and repeats with a more serious tone....

"You answer me honestly, yes? ~she shakes her head yes to indicate her seriousness!~ Of course you do."

Inquisitively Milenka asks....
"Does Little Zaja want wife, Milenka, to be his mommy? Ma Ma must also know, do Little Zaja want to be mommy's baby forever?"

Milenka sees that Gray is thinking and trying to form the words to answer her....as he does she pulls his head into her cavernous folds that are her titanic breasts, pushing his head deep into her cleavage....

Still stroking his hair....
"Ma Ma notice how small she makes you. Does little Zaja like this?" ~almost bone-crushing as she rotates on top of him, her breasts and her body, now buring him (he is not hurt, as he sinks further down into the nest, but she is all enveloping and at this very moment she underscores just how small she can make him feel)~ "Do he like the way Ma Ma makes you feel, this smallness?"

Still able to breathe, still able to talk, although there may be some effort, Gray feels her all around him...on one hand he could be answering under duress, but the truth is, he does love this and loves the way she makes him feel small, even tiny at times....

Gray opens his mouth and answers her questions...
 
We lay down together, facing one another in our nest of fur, and my heart is racing once again. Yes, I had just emptied a huge load, a soul-cleansing climax into her mouth. Yes, one of the world's most gorgeous women was now mere inches from my face, gazing into my eyes with adoration and love. And, yes, I had just today made the biggest commitment of my life, entering into a new, binding covenant with a young foreign girl - whom I've known little more than a week.

But it's not any of these that's causing my pulse to speed up and up and up, as Milenka returned with a pacifier, as she laid down next to me. It's...oh god...that I was calling her "mommy". Moaning it. Chanting it. To make myself come.

So, when she settles in next to me, our bodies laid out lengthwise and close, and her eyes meet mine - they sparkle with new knowledge, new pride. I can't keep her gaze. I'm too ashamed. My eyes drop, automatically, down her long throat, to settle high on her collarbone...her breasts bulging over the edge of the fur blanket which conceals her nipples.

She begins to stroke my hair, as I stare at her cleavage. Her breasts are huge and natural and soft, golden and full and ripe, the heaviness of one resting upon the mass of the other. I want nothing more than to not speak, to nestle in to her and fall asleep and let those moments go unacknowledged. I can feel the warmth from her, the love and acceptance...but it doesn't smother the shame. I'm too used to hiding it, to denying it. And so, I flinch, a little, when she begins to speak...

"Was very nice. Little Zaja is good boy..."

Her voice is nothing but tender, and throatily raw from her own arousal. She is, too, in the afterglow of an epic moment, my love itself a drug to her. She means what she says...and maybe nothing more. But I still clamp my eyes shut, hearing that: "...is good boy..."

She feels me tensing, I can tell. She knows I am feeling more than just the pleasant twilight of climax, of our new intimacy.

"Ma Ma wish to ask some questions of you..."
she asks, her voice ripe with curiosity, a new seriousness. I feel her fingers under my chin and she gently tilts my head back up, my gaze up away from her cleavage, to face her. Our eyes meet again; her head rests on the soft fur pillow next to mine, inches apart. Her breath is sweet and cool.
"You answer me honestly, yes..?"

I blink, several times, hoping beyond hope that she still thinks me drunk on her pheromones, that I can blame what I'm going to have to say on her intoxicating power over me. And though I don't nod, and don't speak...I know she knows that with my silence I am answering: yes.

She pauses before speaking, choosing her words carefully. Her eyes are sympathetic, her mouth set firmly...but finally, she asks:

"Does Little Zaja want wife, Milenka, to be his mommy?"

I flush, immediately, in humiliation, but try to keep her gaze. Her eyes are wide, searching mine, looking into them to see the truth even if I can't speak it. She knows it, of course, by now...doesn't she? That, yes, yes, yes...I want you to be my mommy.

"Oh, Milenka..." I find myself saying, suddenly, my voice catching in a surprise sob, "I...I...I..." Overwhelmed by my own shame, I close my eyes. I draw in a deep breath, hoping beyond hope that it will be filled with her, filled with her scent and that I will start to drift off to that pleasant place...

...but no. The moment grows; she says nothing. I breathe, and breathe, and breathe. The air is ripe with intimacy, and I know that - if I am truthful - that this is a watershed moment for us, for me. I could begin living my fantasy, right here...

She pets my hair, patiently. Shhhhhhhh, I hear...

One last breath, and: "y-yes..." I say, my voice at its littlest, "yes...I...I want y-you to...to..."

<gulp>

"...to be my Mommy." I breathe again, and again....they're coming quick, my heart racing as well. The words begin to spill out. "I'm...I'm s-sorry, Milenka....I'm so sorry. I...I know that...that this isn't what you expected. I know you want a h-husband that's strong...not a w-w-weak little baby..."

Shhhhhhhhhh...I hear again, through closed eyes.

But, now that the gates are open, I can't stop the flow. "I...I know y-you know...about me. About...what I like..." I continue, trying to keep from sobbing, "...but it's...it's more than just a game, Milly. Something we do in bed. When...when I look at you...everytime I look at you...I want you to be m-m-my mother..."

My face burns, now, in the humiliation of it all.

"Oh, Milly...oh, Milenka..." I moan, intent now on explaining myself...but I'm stifled, by another "Shhhhhhhh.....nuh-nuh-nuhhhh..."

I open my eyes again, timidly, and meet hers. Oh my god...that smile, it's full of empathy, not contempt...my heart swells...she's correcting me...It's not 'Milenka'....

"Mommy..?" I say, my voice a question, this time looking right in her eyes.

MmmmHmmmm...she nods, and her smile warms more. Her generous eyes sparkle with sympathy, forgiveness...and an inner fire...

"Mama must also know," she asks, "do Little Zaja want to be mommy's baby...forever?"

Oh, god, yes....forever....I want to live and die in your arms, Mommy....but I can't find the words to speak it. I can't admit, even now, to the total profundity of my submissiveness...to the infantile depths to which I'd sink, given the chance. I struggle with words, with delivering an answer, as I feel a hand on the back of my head.

She's drawing me in, down, to her chest...she readjusts her shoulders, slightly, straightening herself out on the bed-like floor and pushing me down, and with a bosom-filling breath, pulls my face between her breasts.

"Ma Ma notice how small she makes you," she says, emphasizing her point by, finally, lifting one huge breast and pulling me in further, only to drop it back down and wrap my head completely, "Does little Zaja like this?"

"oh, god, yes..." I mumble, now half-muted in her cleavage.

She rolls, now - again in a demonstration of her size and strength, of my weakness - on top of me. I'm buried beneath her, feeling dwarfed.

"Do he like the way Mama makes you feel, this smallness?"

I...I can't believe this...yes. yes..! I...I want to...

mmmph...... mmmph......?

....mmmph..?


Feeling my struggles (I can't speak!), Milenka raises herself up on her arms, above me. Peering down at me, as I crane my neck back to peer at her, her breasts are monumental, hanging over my head, giant. She has never looked so big to me, and she knows it. She raises up a bit more, to dwarf me further, silently waiting for my reply...



"y-y-yes..." I stammer, suddenly timid again, "I...I...I love it..."

With that, she smiles down at me, and I begin to feel a faint tide of pheromones falling down, off of her, over me. I breathe in, and I begin to relax...

"I love it..." I repeat, my tongue already loosening, "being so small..."

Her pheromones continue to flow, and her head tilts as she watches me slowly fall under her spell. It's a reward, I know, a gift for my honesty. A reward of manumission, to ease my mind back into a soft pillow of relief, like a narcotic...a release...

...and my cock is so hard again...
 
Milenka feels his hardened cock race up her leg and hit her right at her right labia...she squeals in delight....

"Ooh, baby is excited By Ma Ma. Hmmm, is very telling. You speak truth about wanting your wife to be also your mommy."

She smiles at all this and slowly moves her body up and down....this allows his cock to ride up against her inner thigh, graze her pussy, and continue to rub against her lower abdomen....it excites her sexually as much as it excites him.....a body "hand" job if you will...as Milenka seems to stroke her body, Gray, and she are pushed deeper within the confines of this part of the nest.....

Milenka knows it is time for Gray's pacifier and grabs it placing the pacifier in his mouth, lifting up his head and wrapping the thick band that will make sure that his pacifier does not fall out....she Velcro's the band at the back of his head and already he is sucking on it...Milenka smiles.....

"Good baby, you suck pacifier for Ma Ma."

The rhythm continues, as she body strokes his cock....at times her pussy nestles in squarely with his head and half his shaft goes inside of her...she lets out a *gasp* and her face turns into that classic "fuck face" that women have...that she is feeling every fiber of his manhood....this make s her accidently push out a string of pheromones...enough to slightly inoculate Gray.....

And deeper down they go.....

She rubs and rubs and rubs....she moans and he moans...his being totally muffled by the pacifier....

As her behemoth sized tits run across his face she has to make a decision...have him cum on her or have his cum inside of her...she enjoys the "body job" that she is giving him....she can see it in his face....so she continues, having her thigh, pussy, and lower abdomen graze his cock....

This seems to go on for another ten minutes....finally, he throbs and comes profusely...his seed sprays up toward her chest and Milenka continues to slide her body over him.....a thin layer of come, like glue, will dry and connect their two bodies together...

Milenka settles in...most of the fur covers her body, which means Gray is buried deep within the nest...further into the abyss of fur, this area is now devoid of any light....all he has is Milenka and her pheromones...he feels her body weight, but sort doesn't...it is if they are floating in water...certainly he feels the warmth of her bosom, which now covers most of his face...Milenka belts out some pheromones...in an effort to lull him to sleep....she kisses his forehead and now sings a Russian lullaby with the gentlest of voices....like a purring cat, she has her mouse, and he can not get away...

Gray breathes methodically, and is stoic and becomes sleepy...he shuts his eyes and has a wonderful night of dreams....
 
The next day...Wednesday morning... Day 2 of the Honeymoon....

Milenka has gotten up...she has left Gray in the deep recesses of the nest.....a small hole, like a deep well provides light and air for him....it is if he is in a place that is alive...as if this nest is a living thing...like a womb....trace amount s of pheromones fill this cavity where he sleeps....suddenly, a hand comes in and pulls Gray out....he is in a state of shock as he awakens....that part of the nest buoys back to normal, like a sophisticated memory foam....it is as if he and Milenka were never there....she has him in her arms....

With a bright cheery smile Milenka says...
"Is rise and shine, Little Zaja! New day. Is will be good day."

Now half dressed, with her enormous breasts visible....
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....and already showered, her body powdered, she takes a seat at the western side of the nest....as she sits, with him, the nest flexes and molds into a very comfortable easy chair....Milenka already has a bottle in hand....

"Ma Ma producing lots of milk. Had ooh, some pain early in morning. Had to pump big breasts."

Milenka makes sure he is in position, ready to drink his breast milk....
"Must feed you what you need anyway before solid breakfast."

Milenka takes off his pacifier and quickly substitutes it with the nipple from the bottle and Gray immediately suckles and drinks the milk....as he does, she lays out the day.....

"Little Zaja, thought we have some breakfast together then we go to beach and maybe do some fun thing. I hear they do lots of things on this island. Maybe windsurfing? You like? Then late lunch and the rest we figure out as we go along."

She pulls out the bottle that is half drunk and awaits an answer from Gray.....
 
I wake, picked up into her arms, in a bleary daze. My night - wrapped up as much by this cocoon of a room as I was by her embrace - was deeply restful, but full of deeply prescient dreams. It was as if these pheromones - whether hers or those imbued in the room itself - had permeated my mind and worked on it even as I slept. Not in any way sinister...the dreams were of maternal comfort, idyllically erotic. Bringing me the greatest sense of rest and relaxation.

But, though I didn't want to leave this warm dream-world, awaking in her arms was more than a fair trade. I purr in satisfied pleasure and nuzzle into her as, bare to the waist and half-dressed in the bikini she'd be wearing for the day, Milenka takes me to sit across her lap.

Still half-asleep and half-floating on pheromones, I have no complaints when she offers me the bottle: "Must feed you what you need..." I am also half-hard for her, already, and any hesitancies I have for the bottle are quickly erased as she begins to play, lazily, with my morning erection as I begin to feed and she tells me of our day.

A day on the beach sounds nice, I think, sucking her breastmilk from the bottle, enjoying the attentions of her tender hand between my legs. Anything you want...as long as you do this with me...

She is aware, as much as I, of my libido and its new voracity. Of my now unnatural ability to come time and time again; man, yesterday - three times...two big ones, one right after the other. I attribute it to her pheromones, and how they've been engineered to work on my system. It excites me to know that she's aware of the effect she has on me...though I hope that she thinks its more because of her "smoking hottieness" than any miraculous feat of biochemical engineering. Anyway, I groan for her account, behind my bottle, to show her my pleasure.

She looks down at me, innocently awaiting me to reply as she pulls the bottle from my mouth, expecting - I guess - an approval of her plan. What had she said? Beach? Windsurfing? Lunch? Sure, sure, sure...god...just keep jerking me off, like this...

"y-y-yeah...great..." I moan, and close my eyes as - satisfied with my answer - she slides the bottle back in my mouth at sets back to task, resuming a nice, early-morning hand-job for me.

It's not all just entirely for my benefit, either. I know that, surreptitiously, she's looking for the high she gets from making me climax as much as she enjoys bringing me pleasure. Talk about co-dependency...we're like poster-children for it...

...the first couple hours or so of the morning (I have no idea what time it is, and there's not a clock to be seen, anywhere in our suite...perfect!) pass dreamily. After easing into and then out of a relaxing orgasm, I sit up in Milly's lap and we make out, tenderly, for a long while. I can feel our pair-bond strengthening, with every hour that passes. The grip she has around my heart - it's strong, and getting stronger. I feel it when I look in her eyes.

Eventually - we have to dress. My clothes have been moved for me, from my old room to our new suite of chambers. Aside from our "nest", we have a real "bedroom", and a sitting area with wet bar and a beautiful stone bathroom/spa. Milenka chooses some swim trunks for me, which I tighten around my waist, and puts her bikini top on just as our breakfast is delivered...
 
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