Milking death

"...In view of the above, this court hereby sentences the defendant Lu Juqing to death, to be carried out immediately..."
Wearing my prison uniform, I didn't look at the judge reading my death sentence verbatim from the bench. Instead, I stared blankly at the female bailiff
sitting in the plaintiff's seat, using both hands and mouth to play with the woman sitting on his lap, her breasts exposed, moaning
incessantly. That was my husband, the man who had sued me, demanding the death
penalty.

He was dissatisfied with my breasts, which had just developed to D-cup size, and current laws
stipulated that women could only be traded if their breasts reached F-cup size. This led him to sue me and the
human trafficker who sold me to him in a fit of anger. The trafficker didn't say anything, simply offering compensation, but
he had no intention of forgiving me, hence today's trial.

"...In view of the relevant legal provisions, the plaintiff has the right to decide the manner of the defendant's death sentence. This court
will now consult the plaintiff's opinion." Upon hearing this, he
withdrew his hand from the policewoman's enormous breasts, which had reached G-cup size. He then licked the fragrant milk that had just spurted from her nipples, stood up, bowed to the judge
, uttered a sentence that filled me with despair, and turned to leave.

"Alright, since the plaintiff has made their decision, this court finds Lu Juqing guilty of deceiving her master
and sentences her to breastfeeding. After execution, her breasts will be donated to a dairy factory for live processing! Sentencing concluded, court adjourned!"
I stood alone in the defendant's dock, my gaze vacant, until a bailiff ripped off my prison uniform shirt, revealing my
round breasts trembling with fear. Only then did I realize I had to resist. However,
upon discovering my intention, the bailiff immediately injected me in the neck. As the cool sensation
spread throughout my body, my consciousness gradually faded until I was completely plunged into darkness.

When I awoke again, I was in the execution ground. It was a not-too-dark room, with
several people in white coats moving around with various medicines,
seemingly concocting some kind of potion.

My limbs were firmly bound, and my eyes could only see the ceiling. However, the sensation from my breasts
was alright, just a little cold; they must have been deliberately exposed because I was about to use this
most vulnerable part of my body to endure the torture that would kill me.

Just as I began to reflect on my short life, a slight stinging pain accompanied by
a cool sensation spread from my nipples to my entire breasts. Before I could even make a sound, I realized my
breasts had been executed.

But instead of excruciating pain, a
warm sensation rose from deep within my breasts, as warm as my developing breasts during puberty.
Now, I lay naked on the torture bed, watching helplessly as the drug that would kill me was injected into
my breasts.

"I suppose you don't know what it's like to be subjected to breast-pulling torture, do you? No problem,
I can explain it to you according to the current law..." A female officer, wearing only a sexy bra
, smiled professionally when she saw I was awake. However, her gaze swept over my
breasts with the look of someone looking at a test subject. And it was true; my breasts were about to no
longer belong to me, and the thought made me feel uneasy.

It's also my own fault for being so uncooperative; even after 20, I'm still at D-CUP, far below the national standard
. Even oil refineries wouldn't take them after cutting them off. Thinking about it, my
breasts really do fit the old saying, "They're like two worthless meat buns!"

"First, let me explain. What I just injected you with was a nationally special breast-extraction drug, JR009,
a highly effective lactation stimulant. After use, it will cause your mammary glands to grow without limit and will force your breasts to
produce milk. The effects generally last until the prisoner's body is completely drained by their own breasts..."

Listening to the executioner, with his pair of still-milking, snow-white breasts, rambling on about
how he would be drained dry by his own breasts, I closed my eyes. To be honest, I had seen
people who had undergone this breast-extraction torture before.

That was my older sister. Unable to pay her debts, she was kidnapped by a gang. They stripped her naked, revealing
breasts two cup sizes larger than mine. The gang leader originally intended to cut off her breasts and use them
to pay off the debt, but my sister was very afraid of pain. Reluctantly, the gang leader
couldn't resist her pleas and took her to an underground breast augmentation lab.

There, I witnessed my sister being injected with a drug, her hands tightly covering her breasts,
repeatedly saying things like "So full, so full." Then, in full view of everyone, her breasts gushed out
streams of pale yellow milk. Seeing this, the gang leader lifted her up and placed her
on a special frame, then attached breast pumps to her nipples. Just like that, my sister became a human-shaped milk
cow.

A week later, I received news that my sister had been found. When I arrived, I saw
her body lying in the hospital morgue. When I lifted the white sheet covering her body, the
sight terrified me.

My sister was completely desiccated, like a dried corpse. If it weren't for the faint traces of her former features on her face, I do
n't think I would have recognized her. What surprised me most were her breasts. Interestingly, even though her whole body was desiccated, only her
breasts retained some moisture. And these breasts were no longer the same as they had been a week ago.
If we were to talk about cup size, they would probably be 10 cups. They were covered with lines, and their shape had completely lost
its former roundness. If I had to describe them with a single ingredient, garlic would undoubtedly be the best choice. On them
, the nipples had become huge and swollen, and the areolas protruded from the breasts like two burnt pancakes forcibly stuck on
. The nipples were also like two chimneys, opening and closing, and I could even smell
the strong stench of milk emanating from them if I put my nose close.

Upon seeing my sister's condition, I didn't allow the forensic doctor to dissect her body. Instead, I asked him to
cut off her breasts, wrap them up, and then find our family's breast cemetery to bury her tormented breasts
in the ground, allowing them to rest in peace. Now, my own breasts would become like that too. Thinking of this, my heart
sank once again.

The large-breasted executioner beside me seemed to notice my despondency, then gave a ghostly smile, bent down, and let
the cleavage between her breasts envelop mine. At the same time, she whispered something in my ear, her soft, moist
scent brushing against it, so that my mind hadn't yet registered what she said. However, as I realized what she had said, something neither soft nor hard

was simultaneously pressed against my breasts . Then, I felt a sudden coolness where it touched my breasts, followed by waves of heat spreading from the point of contact to my entire breast. My nipples, already completely conquered by the first wave of heat , turned into two bright red pearls. 　　I watched in despair as the bright red on my nipples gradually dimmed, until they turned an unnatural deep purple. Then, a deadly pleasure spread from my breasts throughout my body, as if my body had become pre-World War II Japan , after the United States dropped two atomic bombs on it. Those two atomic bombs had transformed into my breasts , boiling, burning, and the intense impact constantly stimulating my body. 　　And my breasts, at the epicenter of the explosion, felt as if they had been cut off by a god and exposed to countless termites; their biting, walking, and every movement brought me pleasure no less than an orgasm. 　　At this moment, her eyes were vacant as she stared at the ceiling. Her last moments of clarity were spent recalling the executioner's final words: "Your husband wants me to give you the super-potent lactation-inducing agent that's still under development." 　　After this clarity came boundless chaos; my soul seemed to leave my body, finally seeing my final form before dissipating. 　　My body was already withered and mummified, yet on that abnormally shriveled chest, suspended by a medical net from the ceiling, were a pair of translucent, pale fleshy mounds, each the size of a mature, giant pumpkin. At the top of those mounds were two jet-black nipples firmly blocked by a thick, yellowish sap. 　　The executioner watched this spectacle with astonishment, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting . She didn't even notice the man thrusting into her from behind—a man she recognized as her heartless husband, the one who had sued her. He stared fervently at her suspended breasts, his hands reaching into her bosom, kneading and squeezing them vigorously. A milky stream flowed from beneath her bra , staining the ground in front of them white. 　　Finally, her husband ejaculated deeply inside her, and as he climaxed, a remote control appeared in his hand. With a single press, the white netting covering her breasts began to rise. 　　I knew it was time for them to take my breasts. As the white net rose to a certain height, my withered body was pulled upwards as well, as if making a final attempt to hold onto my breasts. However, my already withered chest could not hold them back no matter what. My body finally snapped off at the base of my breasts due to gravity and fell onto the bed. 　　There was no blood splattered at the break, only a milky scent mixed with a fishy smell. Thus, my breasts were separated from my body, and I vanished. Before disappearing, I heard my husband wanting to redeem my breasts so they could be grafted onto dogs, and so on. None of that mattered anymore. If there were an afterlife, I would definitely be a woman with large breasts… (The End)

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