Jess purses her lips in annoyance. "Yeah, well I'm not so sure about that anymore," she says slowly. "I mean, you were the one who... you know..." She trails off, still struggling to find the right words for what happened between the two of you.

"And honestly," she continues, "I don't trust you with him. You might try and... take him away from me." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying a vulnerability that she hadn't intended to show.

"Well," Jess replies, her voice still cool despite the crack in it before. "You've always been selfish. And you were the one who wanted to get me pregnant... maybe this was all part of some sick plan." She shakes her head, knowing how ridiculous that sounds even as she says it.

"Look," she continues, more gently now. "We just need to talk about this like adults and figure out what's best for the baby. Can we do that?"

Jess bites her lip and closes her eyes, arching into your touch as you suckle at her swollen nipples. Her breath comes faster now, each exhale sending a warm rush of air over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She moans softly, lost in the pleasure of your mouth and the release of milk from her body.

Jess's hips writhe against the bed, her moans becoming louder as you continue to feast on her lactating tits. Her body trembles with pleasure and release, the milk flowing freely from her engorged breasts down your throat. She feels an intense sense of closeness and intimacy with you in this moment, their bond forged not only by shared parenthood but also by the unique experience of sharing this erotic act.

"Moo... feed me," Jess moos softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heavy breathing. Her stomach growls loudly, reminding you that she's been without food for far too long. You walk over to a nearby table and retrieve a pile of fresh hay, which you offer to Jess.

She eagerly stuffs the hay into her mouth, chewing contentedly as she enjoys this simple pleasure.

After finishing her meal, Jess looks up at you expectantly, waiting for your next command. Her breasts heave with each breath, leaking streams of warm milk down onto the floor beneath her. She knows that she exists only to serve you now and is content in this role.

You walk over to where the breast pump sits ready and attach it once more to Jess's swollen nipples. The machine hums to life, sucking hard on her sensitive flesh as it begins its work anew.

Jess's body gradually returns to its former shape, but her breasts remain large and full thanks to your diligent pumping sessions. You come up with the idea of selling the excess milk, which she thinks is a fantastic plan. Together, you start looking into ways to market their product and eventually find a buyer: a local daycare center that's always in need of quality breast milk for its infants.

As your business venture takes off, so too does your relationship with Jess.

Your wedding day is a beautiful celebration of love and family, with all of your closest friends and relatives in attendance. As you stand at the altar waiting for Jess to arrive, she walks slowly down the aisle on the arm of your son, who is dressed immaculately in his little tuxedo.

When Jess reaches you, her eyes meet yours and she gives you a shy smile before slipping a simple gold band onto your finger.