Made on: 20th of April 2021
Published: 20th of May 2021
I saw those stories where George has titties, and wanted to do that.
But this isn't sexual, more so fluffy
This is new for me so bear with me!
He's also a cow hybrid, but they don't live on a farm. They live in a house. Karen
George huffed as he tried to sit up but had to lean forward to comfort his chest.
His nipples uncomfortably brushed against the soft fabric of his shirt, causing a unpleasant sensation.
Where in the hell was his bra?
His tail flicked back and forth, and his ear were folded against his head as he looked around.
He cupped both his breasts with his hand and walked forward to his closet, looking for his titty holder. That's what the author calls hers.
When he applied a little too much pressure, he noticed that they were unreasonably sore and bloated.
. . .
. . .
. . .
Fuck.
George knew what this meant and groaned, begrudgingly putting on his bra.
Since cow hybrids were genetically made, they were originally made as another source of milk.
But since they've fought for their rights, they're no longer used for milk.
And therefore their breasts no longer produce milk, but then what could be the problem?
Well you see, cow hybrid's breasts still get bloated and sore, as they try and mimic the feeling of milk in them.
It usually lasts for about a week when your body finally realizes, 'hey, we don't need this anymore!'.
There was nothing you could do to help it, the most you could do was wear your favourite bra and take a massage.
He huffed and climbed back into bed, cuddling into Dream. The pressure on George's right breast and he laid down was comforting.
He kept on squirming constantly, so it was no surprise when Dream was woken up.
"Mmm. . . . stopppppp,"
Dream murmured as he trailed his his calloused hands up and down.
"Can't,"
George responded, just deciding to climb onto Dream and lay on him.
The feeling of Dream's bare chest against his clothed breasts were nice, comfy too.
"That time of month?"
"Yeaaaaa,"
George shuffled so now he was clinging onto Dream like a koala, who was laying on his back, and was hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
"Wan' a massage?"
Dream offered, his arms on the soft plush of George's thighs, massaging them.
"Mhmmmm but 'm too sleepy"
George whined, just wanting to sleep the day away. The pressure on his breasts and the warmth that Dream was emitting was intoxicating.
"Fine. Wanna just lay here?"
Dream asked, nudging George's shoulder with his nose.
"Mhm, comfy,"
George mumbled, feeling himself fall right back into sleep.
And before he knew it, he passed out.
Dream smiled and slightly shuffled under George, leaving him to lay on his stomach on the bed while he stretched near the bed.
A yawn flew out his mouth as he heard his joints pop back into place.
He scratched the side of his hip as he lazily strolled downstairs to make them some breakfast.
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The morning had long flew by and now morphed into the evening, pleasantly surprising George at the change.
He scratched behind his ears and yawned, feeling more energized than in the morning.
His content mood was cut off when he noticed the empty spot on the bed.
He frowned slightly and carefully wobbled off of the bed and strolled downstairs, looking for his love.
His frown twisted to a sweet smile as he watched his boyfriend play with Patches on the couch, pretending to make her fly with her paws in the air.
He carefully walked up to the couch, and leaned over the part of the couch you're supposed to lean back on.
Making Dream sputter in embarrassment of being caught.
George simply smiled and practically had to fold himself over the couch to give a light kiss on Dream's lips.
Patches had long left, strutting away like the queen she was.
Suddenly, Dream pulled George down onto his chest. Dream being hurt more than George in the process, most likely because he was underneath.
"I made you some lunch, want it now?"
Dream whispered against George's lips, looking up fondly at him.
George nodded, but didn't move from his space on Dream.
"You gonna get up or. . .?"
Dream slightly pushed George off of him to try and prompt him to get off of him.
"Nope! Carry me!"
George smiled childishly, laughing lightly when Dream huffed.
"Fineeeee,"
Dream remarked, sitting up and holding George up. Only moving when he felt George's legs tighten around him.
When Dream placed George on the chair, he immediately went to get George's lunch from the microwave.
When he placed in front of George, he immediately began to gobble at it. Making Dream laugh lightly as he watched George's cow ears bounce slightly, something that happened when he was happy.
Even if it was minute, he could see the way that George was squirming in his seat, constantly shifting between laying his breasts on the table or lifting him by a not so subtle arm underneath them.
Dream almost thought it was comical, how hard George was trying to hide the fact that he's sore. They've been married for about two years, and yet George still feels embarrassed.
"You know, it's ok if you want a massage after lunch. I'm fine with it,"
Dream explained, holding in a chuckle when George looked excitedly over to him and tried to seem composed while saying:
"Um, yea. I'll take you for up for a massage,"
Dream smirked and nodded, walking over to their bedroom and basically making a comfy little spot for them.
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It wasn't long before George was wobbling to their room, smiling fondly when he noticed Dream sitting there waiting for him.
"Can we. . . you know?"
George asked, he still doesn't know how he was still embarrassed about asking for it.
"Of course honey,"
Dream responded, patting the pillow in front of him, most likely for George to perch himself on.
George was blushing wildly when he sat on Dream's lap, straddling him.
Dream looked at him fondly and smiled at his bashfulness.
"Can I?"
Dream asked, carefully motioning his hands to George's chest. George nodded, his hand was laid across his eyes so he wouldn't have to see it.
He was already blushing madly.
He almost whined out when his breasts came in contact with Dream's large hands, but he couldn't lie and say that it was unpleasant or that he wanted to stop.
He still had his hand over his eyes and now had a squiggly smile over his face. He was now putty in Dream's hands.
Dream laughed at the reaction, and placed a small kiss to the bottom of George's chin.
"Come onnnnnn, 'm wanna see your face,"
Dream whined, nudging George's hand with his forehead, slowing down his pace with his hands.
George frowned at the sudden slowness and reluctantly uncovered his eyes, just for him to be struck with the dopey smile on Dream's face.
"S-stop that. . ."
"Stop what pumpkin?"
"Looking at me all. . .weird. . ."
"Aww, can't I just admire my baby?"
The scene was already intimate with Dream's teasing, but with the extra touch.
It was perfect.
Word Count: 1234