"Anyway, Anya." Mika said, voice dropping into something low and commanding. "For my first order of business…"
His eyes narrowed as he reached up and gently pinched Fauna's right nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving it a light tug.
A single fat droplet welled up, trembled, then fell onto his lap before he frowned like he was dissatisfied.
"…tell me exactly why your mother's breasts aren't leaking nearly enough milk."
He lifted Fauna's other breast with his free hand and gave it a playful shake—watching the soft, generous flesh jiggle hypnotically.
"I mean just look at these." He bounced them again for emphasis. "She looks so innocent on the outside—so sweet, so soft—but underneath?"
"Massive. Busty. Thick bosom like she was built to be a goddamn milk factory."
"You'd expect her to be constantly producing, overflowing, choking any baby lucky enough to latch on with how much there should be."
