At heart, Cirrus Shy was the type of man who preferred his life quiet and peaceful. Even his job and hobbies reflected it, as well as his family (aside from Zephyr, but he loved his son all the same).

So when he found himself suddenly visited by Prim Hemline of all people, it was all he could do to keep from tripping over himself as he scrambled to provide as much hospitality as he could to his wife’s famous former employer while a previously informed Posey and Zephyr were occupied with a quick session of "mother-son bonding time". Finding himself out of fresh milk and in a rush to provide a more welcome air to his home during her visit, he had to… improvise with what he could use instead.

And now here they were, sitting opposite of each other in front of a polished coffee table. They made no qualms about where their eyes were glued to as they conversed, with Prim being more openly flirtratious in regards to what she was seeing.

Their conversation went from Cirrus himself (and how he met Posey), to his wife (what she’s doing now), to their family (with a specific interest in Fluttershy), and currently to the tea he had prepared.

"And what did you say you put into this delicious tea? I just have to know!"

Cirrus meekly mentioned that it was just tea he had put extra care in preparing, intentionally neglecting to mention that its special flavor was because the milk mixed into it came from his daughter, but Prim didn’t believe a single word. It simply tasted too good and, initially unaware of the changes starting to happen, felt a pleasant heat start to grow from her core as she talked with the flattered husband.

chuckle "You can’t possibly expect me to believe this was simply made with love, I-ooooh…"

Prim suddenly grabbed her breasts as a strong blush spread across her normally composed face, and abruptly stood up. She felt her heart race, her breathing quicken, and her thick thighs start to rub together as a slight trickle ran down their inner sides. Out of concern, Cirrus also stood up and stepped over the table to approach and grab her free hand, and the contact with his strong, yet gentle touch sent her head swimming with lewd thoughts.

He asked if she was feeling alright, and her response was casual.

"Yes, yes. I’m fine, I just don’t know what came over me. My clothes do feel like they’ve become tighter, though…"

On impulse, Cirrus looked down to confirm her claim and felt himself stiffen in his pants when he noticed how he was staring into more inches of her already deep cleavage than before.

Despite already being affected by the bimbo magic beforehand, the changes were still very noticable enough on Prim’s already voluptuous body. Her large breasts had expanded a few more inches, enough to reveal a bit more areola over her pink dress, which also strangely seemed to grow a bit damp around the nubs poking out the fabric.

"Oooooh. Excuse me, maybe some fresh air will help clear my head."

Prim courteously turned her back to him, seemingly unknowingly showing how her skirt also seemed to hike up in response to the increased volume of bare assmeat it futilitively tried to cover, resulting in the complete reveal of even more of her fat rump instead of the partial show of plump buttcheeks it had previously. Without even a pair of panties to cover her most private bits, they wobbled and shook uninhibited like fresh gelatin as she walked to the door.

With a large, slowly tearing bulge in his pants, Cirrus found his legs moving on his own as he accompanied Prim outside.

(Later)

"I’m so sorry, dear! Zephyr was just so greedy for my milk! How are you and Prim doing? I…"

Posey could hear the rapid sound of dull thuds coming from the backyard, so she naturally stuck her head outside the backdoor and was greeted by the sight of Prim and her husband fucking like animals against the back of the house. Her gasp was drowned out by their sturdy hips rapidly colliding, but that didn’t stop the busty fashion critic from noticing the surprised MILF and greeting her with a sweaty grin.

"Oh, hello Posey! You never told me your husband was such an assertive beefcake! If I had known, I would’ve visited sooner!"

In retrospect, Posies had never expected her former manager to just jump right into sex after just meeting someone. She always seemed to put professionalism and business first before propositioning anything more intimate between herself and a potential client.

She could definitely attest to that.

From what Posey had an up-close view of, the same (if slightly larger, as she noticed) enormous rump she was very familiar with was being pounded mercilessly by her husband’s vigorous thrusts, rippling hypnotically each time his hips collided into the meaty globes. Prim’s once dry yet still massive melons (that she also noticed had gotten slightly bigger) were now simultaneously smacking against the house’s brick walls and splashing milk against its hard surface.

Posey didn’t know why, but how Prim looked under Cirrus’ steady, vigorous pounding reminded her of herself and Fluttershy.

She would even align her body type as less of a cougar and more of a MILF…

MILF…
MILF…
Milk…

Oh. Posey realized what had happened, and couldn’t help but give a slight chuckle as to what happened to Prim. For whatever reason he may have had, her husband must have given her some of her daughter’s milk and now she was even lactating. Seeing her hefty udders spraying its creamy contents as she was reamed from behind also made her start to feel a growing pressure inside her own titanic tits as well as a twinge in her loins, and she hoped Cirrus would finish up soon so he could attend to the needs she thought were fully sated by her son.

Posey watched intently as her former employer was fucked senseless by her husband, manicured hand rubbing her already creampied and soon-to-be-filled-again snatch. With Prim’s face displaying a rare, open enjoyment as her plump lips formed an o-shape, it wasn’t long before her excitement soon sprayed over the stone pavement, which was followed by the splatter of hot spunk erupting into the deepest parts of her snatch.

Posey made a note to clean up the backyard’s pavement after Cirrus was done with Prim (and later, her) as she exited the house completely. Their shared orgasms ended just as the milk-carrying MILF walked to her seemingly spent husband, who was alerted to her presence right behind him by the clacking of her high heels. He turned his head back just as her arms wrapped around his neck, and he savored the following kiss along with her own heavily leaking breasts pressing into his back.

Prim pushed herself upright using their house’s outer wall, slipping Cirrus’ slightly wilted cock out of her filled cunny with a wet pop as she erected her stance and sending a shiver of pleasure up the middle-aged woman’s sweaty body. This also caused the plentiful amounts of his cum that was still in her to spill out of her snatch like an uncorked bottle, and soak even more of the ground in a sticky white mess.

Prim couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment when she noticed that the flow of milk from her turgid nipples had completely ceased, having liked the orgasmic feel of Cirrus relieving the the pressure from them. Though she also came to the conclusion that the constant release of milk would easily soak and ruin her clothes, and give people some wrong ideas, and so wanted to keep them an otherwise dry well.

Or at least, until after her visit to the Shy family home was finished. She supposed one more sip of that wonderful tea wouldn't hurt.

Prim turned around just as the married couple finished making out, managing to compose herself despite the already re-hardened foot-long pillar of manmeat in front of her that Posey was stroking in her tender grip. Sharing apologies with the excited MILF regarding her sudden arrival, she followed the two back into the house after agreeing to another friendly chat before she left. But before she did, she proclaimed with a still heavy breath…

Huff-huff "I REALLY need to visit you more often, Posey…"

Before the day was over, she WILL have Cirrus taking her again similarly to before.