Milk epidemic: Turning Maternal

Since the beginning of the milk epidemic, many have feared women and it became nearly common practice to kill or run on sight if given the chance... But some people had different plans. Men, ones who saw an opportunity that wouldn't be possible in the pre-Milk Epidemic era.

"Are you alive still? I'd hate to toss you away after all the time I've put into training you..." I said with a cold attitude, as I stared down at the restrained Starved. Somehow, I had actually managed to capture one alive and trap it... But why would I keep a Starved of all things in my own shelter?

The Starved let out a weak moan and struggled to try and free herself from the bonds, while thrusting her exposed pussy lips into the air like a bitch in heat. "That's a good girl. You're starting to learn your place." A meaty smack echoed slightly through the shelter as I laid my cock out on the Starved's slick folds.

"M-Master... I'm so t-thirsty... Can I have some milk-Ahh!" The Starved cried out in slight pain, as I had smacked her across the face without anything held back, after all a Starved had quite the durability. "Always asking for milk, despite the fact that you know you're only gonna get my jizz down your throat."

The Starved didn't say anything, but soon was panting heavily as she felt that fat cock head slip into her folds. "You gonna beg like a good girl or do I need to let you go another day without my cum?" I chuckled, while casually slipping my throbbing member in and out of her juicy cunt lips, as she whispered and stared up at me.

"M-Master please fuck my cock craving, snug pussy and give me tummy cummies?~" She pleaded, while I continued to tease her quivering slit. "I don't know... Do you even deserve to taste my seed on your tongue?" The Starved moaned out desperately as juices gushed from her tight pussy.

I found this amusing as always, soon thrusting full into her needy cunt and plunging my cock as deep as it could go into those warm, quivering depths. "Moan for me you damn slut!" The Starved moaned loudly, especially as I roughly slapped at her tits and squeezed them... Feeling the milk inside ever so slightly slosh around.

The Starved was absolutely desperate for milk, but this pleasure of being used helped to soothe the terrible thirst she had, for now anyways... A part of her wanted to escape already and turn the man who captured her into a fellow Starved and drink rich creamy milk.

I placed my hands on her asscheeks and lifted her lower end up more as I jackhammered that sweet Starved pussy for all it was worth! This Milk Epidemic has been the best thing to ever happen to my life, but I had little idea how my choices would be my downfall very soon.

I could feel myself already drawing close to an orgasm, while the Starved was moaning constantly as I felt hot juices spurt from those folds I stuffed relentlessly. "Maybe once you've learned your place as a good girl meant to do my biding without question, I'll let you have some milk."

A total lie. As if I'd give this Starved bitch a chance to regain her strength and get free! My semen was enough to sustain her and keep her weakened, so why would I endanger myself by giving this milk craving whore some actual milk???

"S-Shit... You're pussy is just so damn good!" I groaned, soon pulling free of her snug slit and stroking my cock quickly over her face as she opened her mouth wide like the Starved she was. "Fucking eat up." I groaned again as I nutted and fed the needy infected my seed.

I panted slightly as I was spent now, soon walking away from the Starved as she was busy still eating up the meal I gave her... The last one she would receive from me, not that I knew it yet. A few drops of milk had gotten on my hand...

-A few hours later-

For some reason... I found myself walking up on the couch, barely able to think clearly as I felt like I was hungover. "Ugh... The hell is wrong with me..?" Everything felt... Off? Nothing felt right, as I slowly got up from the sofa and nearly fell from how strange I was feeling."Damn..!"

I barely caught myself, but at this point something was clearly wrong! Looking down at myself to try and get a read on what was going on, I felt my blood go cold as I saw how my chest was looking rather plump... And my figure looked smaller too!

"W-What the hell..?!" In panic now, I would grab at my chest and blushed as I felt a strange pleasurable sensation. "No way... Why do I have tits!? That bitch must've-Aggh!~" My eyes rolled back as I let out a feminine moan of bliss as milk sprayed from my tender nipples and clean through my shirt thanks to my rough fondling.

"F-Fuck...~" I panted heavily and felt another burst of pleasure from below, as it seems even my cock was effected by this as it was a drooling mess... And it looked smaller?! My skin looked more clear now and all the hair I had was gone! "I must be infected..! Shit!! What did I do wrong?!"

As I stared helplessly at my feminine body, another burst of pleasure made me moan helplessly as my tits became ever so slightly fatter and dribbled out more milk from the tender nipples grinding against my wet shirt. "Ngh~ F-Fuck... Have to stop this s-somehow..!~"

My eyes rolled back again as I felt a harsh spurt of jizz leave my shrinking cock, almost as if letting me know that my time as this shemale freak was limited as little by little my masculinity was pooling into my chest to further the changes and growth of my milk filled bosom. 

Unable to think clearly and wanting to somehow preserve my masculinity, I thought about the milk pump I got that Starved in the first place to give her tits some relief when needed... Since my masculinity would all turn into milk anyways, maybe I could possibly store it in a container and drink it to regain my masculinity... At least that's all I could think of in the heat of the moment.

"Where is it..? Where is it!?" Looking through a few bags, I finally found the milk pump and felt some slight relief. Even though this was a part fot the plan, feeling relieved so easily made me nervous rather fast... "Okay I just take off my shirt... Oh God! They've gotten so big! I have to hurry..!" 

Putting the pumps over my tender nipples and properly making sure it was all connected, I'd soon turn it on.

Orgasmic.

Mind breaking.

Eye opening.

Corruptive.

Addictive.

These were the words that came to my addled mind in the brief moment I was still capable of thoughts, as in a matter of seconds I was frozen with pleasure and couldn't move an inch as the pumps did their job and started to milk my fattening tits... My masculinity leaving my body faster now.

"O-Oh God...~" I moaned weakly as with a sudden burst of euphoria, semen started to spray from my twitching dick as it shrank inch by inch with every pump my tits went through as more of my masculinity got reduced to mere lactate.

As I stood there moaning like some cheap slut on the street, I felt further changes take over my body... Such as my tits ballooning into proper milk filled melons and my hips popping out as fat rapidly filled my scrawny ass and turned it into a proper pair of buns that would make Nicki Minaj proud.

A part of me realized that this had been a mistake, but not like I could undo it now as I couldn't even move my hands as jolts of pleasure shot through my body from the lovely pair of breasts I had as they were pumped for milk without an end in sight.

I felt my hair lengthen and tickle the back of my neck, as my whole face restructured as all hints of masculine features vanished and were replaced with flawless, soft feminine ones meant to attract and lure the opposite sex. Even my lips were plumping up to better work as a tool for me to drink sweet creamy milk... Wait what??

I knew I was infected, but knowing that I would become a Starved soon who seeks out milk to survive had me fearful... And that didn't last long as I let out a loud moan from the sensation of my shriveled up manhood exploding into a mess of juices and jizz, as a new womanhood had been birthed into this crazy world... Smooth and slick with juices, but most likely to never be used by a man.

"T-Thirsty...~" I spoke out like a Starved would... Was this really it? I still felt like myself, but now I just wanted milk?? Maybe this wasn't so bad. "Milk!!~" My eyes widened in shock as I heard a familiar voice, soon turning my head slightly to see a freed Starved running to me with a hungry look in her eyes.

I couldn't move... I just stared at the Starved as she closed the distance in the blink of an eye and tackled me to the floor, before yanking off the milk pumps and licking her lips. "Milk... Milk!" However, it seems I surprised not only her, but myself as I moved myself to be closer to her own tits.

"T-Thirsty...~" And to further solidify my new hunger, I wrapped my lips around one of the Starved's nipples and started to eagerly suckle on it like a newborn breastfeeding. The Starved let out a soft moans, before remembering her own prize and soon joining me in a strange display of nipple sucking between two Starved.

My mind felt at peace in this situation, as milk got sucked out of my tit and I sucked the milk from her tit. Was this heaven? Did Starved do this all the time whenever they weren't hunting for fresh milk? I could get used to this...

-A few months later-

Moans echoed throughout a compromised shelter, as the Starved had once again turned more people into fellow Starved. Where was I though? At the front entrance of the shelter to make sure no one escaped of course! And with my bestie and closest friend by my side. "Awwww... We didn't get any fresh milk! Why did they all have to hide in bad spots, instead of running our way?!?"

I giggled softly and would pull down my top to let my leaky tits bounce freely. "Hey now, no need to get all upset. Is my milk really that bad or something?" I teased, while letting her stare at my leaking tits with a hungered expression.

"Go on... I know how thirsty you get~" It was strange... It seems I wasn't exactly like other Starved, but why? Maybe because I had taken the role of letting my fellow Starved drink from my bosom whenever they wanted? Or maybe from how I was originally turned? It didn't matter, as I was happy to feed my fellow Starved.

I moaned softly as I felt my bestie grab my fat tits and start to eagerly suckle on both of my tender nips, gulping down my sweet milk as I rubbed the back of her head. "Drink your fill~" Somehow I had become use to this life and came to love everyday of it. 

Little did I know... But I wasn't a simple Starved. Actually, I was a variant in the Starved thanks to my unusual circumstances when I was turned. My thirst for milk wasn't very strong and I could go months without the creamy stuff, unlike my fellow Starved... And not to mention how my tits just sloshed with milk and allowed other Starved to quench themselves with ease.

-Variant details-

The variant I had unknowingly become would later in the future be called a "Maternal" Starved! A special Starved capable of going long periods without milk and yet can feed countless Starved for what appears to be an endless amount time. 

It's because of the "Maternal" Starved variants that groups of survivors and large compounds couldn't just wait out the Starved to die out eventually, as while they can drink each other's milk normally, it provided nothing nutrients wise... All except for the "Maternal" Starved who's milk had been tested to actually be capable of feeding an entire family with just a single glass!

These "Maternal" Starved aren't exactly easy to find in a horde of Starved, but comping a regular Starved to a "Maternal" Starved when they are side by side reveal that "Maternal" Starved usually has a largest bust size, is more open to letting Starved nurse from her tits and even seems to retain their old selves from before being turned. 

"Maternal" Starved don't have a lot of strength, as it seems instead of the immense strength a regular Starved gets, a "Maternal" Starved mainly has rapid milk production and a special metabolism to allow them to go months without milk.

If there is a large horde of Starved, the chances of a "Material" being among them is high and they are protected usually by other variants if a tribe has formed, but that's for another story.

The end.