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This is from chapter 2 of Cold Hearts, when Callum is approaching the end of his pregnancy. A massive thank you to Squeakie!
“Ah, please stop Josh.”
Josh looked back at Callum. He was struggling to keep up and looked unwell.
“I'm sorry Callum, do you want to rest?”
“Y-Yes please.”
Josh sighed. It was getting more and more difficult to make good progress, but it couldn't be helped.
Callum gratefully sat down, pulling off his backpack. Josh came and sat next to him, slipping off his own pack and rummaging through it for something to give to Callum.
“Here, have some.” He offered him a bar of chocolate. Callum's eyes went wide.
“Really? That's your last one.”
“Of course, Callum. Take it.” He smiled warmly. With a grateful grin, Callum unwrapped it and greedily devoured it. Once he'd finished, He moaned and his hand went to his abdomen.
“What's wrong? Is it kicking?”
“No, its my udders. They hurt again.”
“Want me to help you?”
“Please.”
Josh sighed and reached into his pack for a resealable bottle he'd scavenged for this purpose. Callum gingerly opened his jacket, then lifted his sweater and undershirt. His undershirt was wet from the small beads of milk that had leaked out. With practiced ease, Josh gripped the bottom two teats and started to gently but firmly squeeze and tug them.
Jets of milk rythmically squirted into the bottle. He'd done this countless times since his brother had entered about half-way through his second trimester. That was when his milk production had kicked into overdrive and he needed almost daily milking. In addition, he'd grown breasts, although they thankfully required no milking. Callum had to wear a bra now, as walking around without one had turned out to be very uncomfortable, but there was little he could do about his udders. It made running almost impossible, let alone with his pregnant belly.
Josh gently milked his brother in silence. It had felt odd, even wrong to drink it, but Callum had insisted on sharing it at a point when they'd run short on fresh water. Since then, it seemed pointless to let it go to waste – it was nutritious and it was free. Sort of. Once Callum was fully milked, his udders had gone down a great deal which would make it a lot more confortable for him.
“Thank you Josh.”
“Any time.” Josh resealed the bottle and slipped it into his pack. The milk wouldn't keep long but as Callum produced enough of it to give both of them a decent sized drink almost every day, it was rarely an issue. Josh barely even thought about it now when he drank it- the notion that it came from his pregnant brother's teats seemed almost passe' at this point. The months since their escape had been especially hard on Callum. The transformation had robbed him of much of his masculinity. His upper body strength had faded, his arms slimming down and his figure was much more feminine. Josh had, somehow, maintained his strength and muscle tone. He wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy that had caused it, but Callum had already developed a feminine figure before he had started showing signs of pregnancy. He'd had to endure all the problems too – morning sickness, back pain, tiredness, cramps, cravings... Josh had made it his mission to make his brother as comfortable as humanly possible.
It was pretty late, so Josh decided they needed to find a place to sleep. Callum complained but he trusted Josh to make the decisions. It was late Fall and becoming increasingly cold. It turned out their fur gave them some warmth, but it wasn't enough to protect them from the coming winter.
As Josh wrestled his pack back on, he heard a sound that made him freeze. A snapping twig. He and Callum exchanged frightened glances and his hand went for his gun.
“Dont move!” A voice called out.
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