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Jeongguk can't help but notice Jimin's incredibly flat-chested for a cow hybrid. It's unusual but Jeongguk figures it's none of his business. Jimin's his roommate, he shouldn't care even if he's kind of attracted to him.
He can appreciate his soft brown eyes, long eyelashes, fluffy ears, cute tail, and great ass even if there's much to be desired in the chest department.
He knows Jimin would be absolutely perfect with little tits though, and maybe he thinks about it a little too much.
One day an opportunity arises and Jeongguk realizes he could help Jimin and maybe help himself too.
It's the afternoon when Jeongguk walks by the restroom and hears Jimin sobbing. He finds Jimin staring at himself in the mirror with pretty tears dusting his lashes and cheeks.
Jimin's wearing his tiny cow costume that’s white with black spots and has a too-short skirt and a bikini top. It's for his job at a cow café. It's surely discriminating and demeaning to make Jimin wear an outfit like that, but hybrids don't have many rights.
(They're forced to work at hybrid cafés for embarrassing, low-end work that pays hardly anything, and live in crappy hybrids-only apartment complexes. Jimin’s lucky enough to live in a humans-only apartment complex, but only because Jeongguk’s his roommate).
Jeongguk admits that the outfit makes Jimin look good though. It hugs his tight body in all the right places and leaves little to the imagination, tempting anyone to cop a feel or manhandle Jimin around.
He shakes the dirty thoughts away and knocks on the door before letting himself in.
Jimin wipes at his tears, attempting to pretend like he wasn’t just crying his heart out.
“What’s wrong?” Jeongguk asks with a gentle voice.
It causes Jimin’s sobs to return full-blast. Jeongguk immediately pulls him into a hug and lets him cry on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, the tears slow down, and Jimin pulls away from his shoulder and starts talking in a wobbly voice: “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Jeongguk-ah. It’s like I’m—I’m broken. I—I can't make any milk. I’ve never been able to. And I'm gonna get fired if I can't. What kind of cow hybrid can’t even make milk?”
Jeongguk sighs. It’s a valid fear. If Jimin’s out of work, then his only options would be prostitution or to be used for medical experiments.
He can’t let that happen. He should help somehow.
A part of Jeongguk wants to help because he can’t bear to watch Jimin cry more, but an even nastier and deceitful part of him wants to help so that he can watch as Jimin’s tits get fat with milk, and maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll get a taste too.
He allows a hand to wipe at a stray tear on Jimin’s round cheek. “Let me help you, hyung,” he whispers.
Jimin’s face scrunches up cutely in confusion. “How?”
“There are things you can do that’ll help stimulate your milk. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Jeongguk says, full of assurance. Jimin’s face still looks uncertain though. "Trust me, hyung. I can help you. There's no downside to trying, right?"
Jimin considers Jeongguk’s words for a moment then he slowly nods his head. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, huh?”
“That’s the spirit. We’ll start tonight after you get home from work, yeah?”
“Sure.” Jimin’s face turns brighter now with hope. “Thanks, Jeongguk-ah. I’ll see you later then, I should go to work now.”
“Mhmm.”
They part and Jimin leaves. Jeongguk can’t wait to get started.
Jeongguk buys a breast pump and hormone shots to help stimulate Jimin’s alveoli. It’s not illegal to buy things like this, but that doesn’t mean it’s humane either. There are a lot of fucked up people that use these kinds of things for evil.
He plans to start off with the pump and introduce the hormones later if needed, and maybe his cock too if he can convince Jimin it helps with his hormones.
When Jimin gets home from work, Jeongguk shows him the pump. Jimin’s eyes turn wide in curiosity.
“Oh…do I wear them?”
Jeongguk nods his head. “Wanna try it?”
“Uh-huh.”
They sit down on the couch and Jimin pulls off his bikini top, revealing his smooth, flat chest with dark, medium-sized nipples.
Jeongguk shamelessly stares, taking in his body. Fuck, his tits are going to look fantastic.
His hands move to touch, cupping under his barely-there pecs. Jimin squirms a little but allows it. Next, Jeongguk grabs the recently washed pumps.
These ones have two ways they can be set up. Either the suction can be used to stimulate the nipples or the attachment for collecting incoming milk can be used too. This time, he’ll only use the suction ends on the lowest setting.
He centers each one on Jimin’s nipples until they’re attached then he starts the machine. It makes low, sucking noises as the motions work to pull from his teats.
It surprises Jimin, causing a cute squeak to leave his lips. “Oh! J-Jeongguk-ah, it feels so—like so much…mmmph!” He presses his body back into the couch and his chest trembles in pleasure.
“We’ll leave it on for a few hours, okay? Our goal is to preferably work you up until you can wear it all day at home.”
“All day?” Jimin asks, panting. Arousal is already starting to take over. Jeongguk can smell his sweet slick and see the small, adorable bulge of his cock inside his skirt.
“You want to make milk, right?” Jimin gives Jeongguk a small nod. “Then this is the only way, Jiminie.” Jimin seems to accept the reminder because he doesn’t voice another complaint.
“I’ll leave you to it then and I’ll check on you in a bit,” Jeongguk tells him as he stands from the couch. He hates to leave Jimin, especially if he’s going to miss a lewd show, but from experience, he knows how shy Jimin can be. He’d never touch himself if Jeongguk were fervently watching.
Jeongguk gives him a half hour before he returns. The sight he’s met with is intoxicating.
Jimin’s legs are spread, and he has pulled his skirt down to his thighs, just enough to reveal his short little cock, which he’s furiously jerking in desperation. His chest is pushed out as if the sucking is too much for him as his body arches up in pleasure.
Jeongguk can even see through the clear pumps how the skin around his areolas is flushed and plump from the suction, entirely inviting to the eyes. Fuckkkkkkk.
“Jeongguk!” Jimin shrieks when he notices him. He pauses his thrusts into his fist and attempts to squeeze his legs shut to hide from Jeongguk’s hungry eyes.
“Hey,” Jeongguk soothes calmly, “you don’t have to hide from me.” He takes a seat right next to Jimin and his hand squeezes Jimin’s thigh in a comforting manner.
Jimin whines and allows his legs to go slack. His hand starts moving again and Jeongguk can feel his body tremors where his hand’s still touching Jimin’s thigh.
Jeongguk greedily watches Jimin, taking in every little pant and moan or how he bites down on his bottom lip sometimes, every movement of his hand, and how his cock leaks pearly precum.
His hand starts to get lazier as he nears his orgasm and soon Jimin’s moaning, hips slowing as his cock dribbles his release all over his fist. His breaths are staggered as he starts to come down from his orgasm, and then he whines in overstimulation because of the incessant suction on his nipples.
Jeongguk could coo at the little hybrid. He’s just so cute. God.
Somehow, he feels a little sympathy, so he shuts off the pumps and gently pulls them off Jimin’s chest, dragging a whimper from his lips.
His chest is reddened and plump. The effects won’t last right away, but eventually, his little tits should stay slightly swollen with continued pumping as well as when the milk starts to come in.
“There. Now if we keep that up, you should be producing milk in no time.”
Jimin lets out a tired sigh but smiles in relief. “Thanks again, Jeongguk-ah. I’m so grateful for your help.”
“It’s my pleasure, hyung.”
It’s weeks of pumping and Jimin is so good and so obedient as he willingly lets Jeongguk attach the pumps for endless hours every day.
Jimin thoughtlessly complies with Jeongguk’s assistance. He doesn’t question Jeongguk’s methods or why he has to keep the pumps on for so long.
His chest eventually starts to show signs of changing—his nipples and the surrounding area become more swollen, puffing up and making tiny, almost nonexistent tits.
But there’s still no milk.
It means that he’ll get to start the next step. The second part of Jeongguk’s plan is to tell Jimin that fucking and coming inside him will help because it’ll mimic being bred and then he’ll introduce the shots a week or two later. That way, it’ll seem like his cum is helping when it’s really the hormones from the shots.
He brings it up after Jimin’s home from work. Jimin follows their usual routine and meets Jeongguk in his room, still in his work attire.
“Hi cutie,” Jeongguk greets as Jimin dutifully sits on the bed and unclasps his bikini top, pulling it off and setting it on the bed.
A pretty flush covers Jimin’s cheeks. “Hey, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk takes in the sight of Jimin’s chest, taking a few seconds to assess his progress even if he already knows what he’s going to tell Jimin. When he’s done, he lets out a disappointed sigh. “We should be seeing more progress, hyung…”
Jimin frowns with a pout, pretty face looking too sad for Jeongguk’s liking. “Ah, um…what can we do then? I wanna see more progress too.”
“There’s one thing, but I’m not sure if it’d be too much or maybe too weird since we’re roommates. I don’t want to make things weird between us…”
“What is it?” Jimin asks softly. He’s looking at Jeongguk with alert cow ears and curious eyes, long lashes fluttering slowly.
“Uhm…insemination,” Jeongguk answers. His response makes Jimin’s blush return with a vengeance, furiously dusting his cheeks with red. “Cum can trick your body into producing milk since it thinks you’re preparing to have a baby.”
It’s mostly a lie. Science hasn’t proven this as a fact even though many claim that it’s true. It’s an easy Naver search to find the truth but Jimin’s too naïve and will obviously believe every word from Jeongguk’s mouth.
“I…I don’t—"
“You’re on the pill, right?” Jeongguk interrupts.
“Uh yeah.”
“Then there’s no reason to be scared that you could get pregnant. This could really help, hyung, and I think you should give it a shot. Unless you think it’ll be too weird or if you find me repulsive.”
Jimin’s mouth falls open in shock. “No! Of course not. I think you’re attractive…it’s just…most humans wouldn’t think of actually being with a hybrid.”
Jimin’s right. Many people see hybrids as subhuman, mere nuisances that are purely pretty eye candy, made to be their entertainment.
If people fuck them then it’s usually in secret—a hybrid kept as a pet, brothels full of hybrids that are down on their luck, or dragging one out into a dark alleyway to put their hole to good use when no one’s watching.
It’s all kinds of fucked up, but it’s the way the world works. No one bats an eye at the mistreatment of hybrids, and hybrids are helpless to stop it.
It doesn’t really bother or affect Jeongguk. He just wants to get what he wants.
“I think you’re cute and I’d be happy to do my duty and help you with this,” Jeongguk replies. “You’re more than a hybrid to me.”
His last words are maybe a lie, but Jimin doesn’t know any better. Jeongguk’s his trustful roommate. Why would he have a reason to not believe him?
Jimin’s eyes seem to sparkle, soft and full of awe. “Ah, thank you…well, if you think it’ll help then I’m willing to try.”
Jeongguk agrees with a nod. “There’s no point in wasting time so let’s start now. Lay down on the bed, yeah?”
As always, Jimin listens. He lays down on his back in the middle of the bed with only his tight, little cow skirt on while his legs are slightly spread open.
Jeongguk grabs the pumps and joins Jimin on the bed at his side. He quickly attaches them to each nipple and then turns them on high.
Jimin’s body shudders and a low moan slips from his lips. It’s as if his body gets more and more sensitive every time. Jeongguk loves it.
As his body twitches some more, Jeongguk moves to slide between his legs. He pushes Jimin’s legs up so that they’re bent at the knee with his feet on the bed, and Jeongguk lets his hand wander up his thigh and under his skirt to palm the thin material of Jimin’s underwear.
His little cock is hard already and he’s wet too, soaked through his panties. Jeongguk can’t help himself and he tugs his underwear down.
Jimin gasps at first but then helps by slipping the underwear all the way off. Jeongguk moves it away and leans down to bury his head between his thighs.
His mouth is sharp and swift, mapping out the skin from Jimin’s little, hardened cock and down past his perineum to his dripping wet hole. Jeongguk starts to eat him out, long, solid licks at his soft rim, begging his hole to welcome him inside.
Jimin cries out, attempting to close his legs but only managing to push them tighter against Jeongguk’s head. This is a dream come true. He’d suffocate like this if given the chance.
He takes his time, reveling in the sounds coming from Jimin and the sweet clench of his little hole every time he licks across or thrusts his tongue inside. Such a sweet, little thing. He tastes divine.
Jimin can’t seem to take the constant stimulation, and Jeongguk can tell that he’s close. Most hybrids have horrible stamina and short refractory periods so it’s no surprise. But it doesn’t matter because Jeongguk plans to keep going for as long as he wants tonight.
“Oh…I’m—I’m gonna,” Jimin whimpers out. His hole squeezes tightly around his tongue and his entire body shudders as he comes with a moan.
Jeongguk takes one last lick at his hole then he’s pulling his top and sweats off. He gets back into place but this time, he hovers over Jimin and places his legs over his shoulders. With the movement, his skirt lifts, displaying his little, flushed cock for Jeongguk’s eyes to ogle.
He takes it in his large hand, completely covering it to jerk it a few times and making Jimin cry in sudden overstimulation. His free hand slips a couple of fingers inside to consider how open he is and they’re swallowed easily by his hungry hole. Satisfied, Jeongguk doesn’t wait to press his hard cock to Jimin’s slick, soft rim.
Jimin looks up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes, so soft and naïve and trusting, and maybe even a little scared.
Jeongguk thrusts inside inch by inch and Jimin takes his cock beautifully, all while letting out the sweetest whimpers.
When his pelvis is flush with Jimin’s ass, Jeongguk gives Jimin a few minutes to adjust. Jeongguk’s not exactly sure if he’s had sex before, but he’s awkwardly clenching down like an inexperienced virgin.
“Has anyone been inside you, sweetheart?” Jeongguk asks softly, tenderly as he rubs circles into Jimin’s thighs that are spread wide.
Jimin eyes somehow seem to get even timider. “Ah it’s embarrassing but n-no. I’m a virgin…well, I guess was a virgin.”
Fuck.
How did Jeongguk get so lucky? A little hybrid that’s desperate for help, and Jeongguk gets to have him like this and be his first.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Jeongguk presses a chaste kiss to Jimin’s lips. “Let me know if anything hurts, okay? I’m gonna start moving now.”
“Yeah okay.”
Jeongguk gently slides out about halfway then thrusts back in again. He starts a slow pace, creating an easy, tender rocking motion in and out, making sure to brush against his prostate to distract Jimin from any possible pain. His hand continues to tug at Jimin’s cock, feeling it twitch and leak precum in his fist.
Jimin’s undeniably affected. He’s letting out the cutest sounds—little whines and moans and gasps leaving his full lips. He’s so sensitive, trembling underneath Jeongguk, and he’s even looking up at Jeongguk with his soft, teary eyes like he’s begging to come already.
Jeongguk can’t stop himself from cooing this time. “Aww. Go ahead, you can come.”
Jimin breathes a small sigh of relief then he tenses up, hole clenching up tight, and his cock leaks spurts of cum as Jeongguk continues to move his hand.
Jeongguk picks up his thrusting a bit, fucking into Jimin’s tight, wet hole for several minutes until he reaches the edge of his orgasm—stuttering hips as he starts to come inside the little hybrid.
Jimin whines as he’s filled but he takes it without a complaint, letting himself be bred.
After a moment, Jeongguk pulls his softening cock out. He watches as his cum dribbles out of his sore reddened hole, making Jimin all messy. Fuck. His cock twitches valiantly as if it’s begging to get hard and fuck Jimin again. Luckily, there should be loads of times he’ll get to do this, all for the benefit of Jimin and his little tits (and Jeongguk as well).
He flops over to lay next to Jimin’s side and pulls Jimin in so that they’re spooning with Jimin as the little spoon. The pumps are still going and Jimin’s a little squirmy, but he easily settles into Jeongguk’s arms.
“Did that feel okay? Are you sore?” Jeongguk asks.
“Mm, ‘m good.”
Jeongguk hums in response. This is only the beginning.
It’s two weeks later when Jeongguk introduces the hormone shots. He tells Jimin that it might help with stimulating milk production, but that it’s also important to continue the breedings too.
Jimin easily agrees and Jeongguk, in a clinical manner, injects the hormones into his chest. Jimin takes it like a champ and continues the doses every two days for two weeks.
It takes another three weeks before there’s a visible change, but Jeongguk notices it. Jimin’s bikini top is filled out more, stretched tighter, chest visibly bulging where the fabric presses into the plushness of his chest.
It’s a bad fit now and he’ll need a bigger size, but Jeongguk loves it.
Seeing his little tits without the bikini top is an even better sight. Every time Jeongguk puts the pumps on, he gets to appreciate how swollen they’re getting, his pert nipples and areolas that are getting bigger.
His cock throbs inside his pants. He can’t wait until he starts to leak milk.
It’s after another week, during the night when Jeongguk hears a shriek come from the bathroom. Like a good roommate, Jeongguk knocks on the door to check on Jimin.
The door opens and Jeongguk immediately notices that Jimin’s shirtless.
“Jeongguk-ah, look!”
His small hands cup the underside of his little tits, and he juts his chest out for Jeongguk to see.
Fuck.
His chest looks great, now about an A cup, but there’s a new addition—milk’s beading up on his nipples, threatening to spill. Jeongguk subconsciously licks his lips. He wants a taste so badly.
“It worked,” Jeongguk whispers, all wide-eyed and shamelessly staring.
Jimin beams at him with a sweet smile on his face. His hands drop from his chest, causing them to jiggle a bit. “Mm-hmm! Now I won’t get fired. And it’s all because of you. Thanks, Jeongguk-ah.”
“Anytime,” Jeongguk says half-heartedly. He realizes Jimin won’t need him now.
He suddenly feels greedy and possessive. A lot of people are going to see Jimin’s new little tits. He can only imagine the amount of attention he’ll get now. He knows how customers can pay extra to have Jimin drop his top and give them a little show, or even request for a taste. He hates the thought of that.
“You know,” Jeongguk starts, promptly forming another plan as he speaks to make sure Jimin still needs his help, “we should continue our treatment—the uhm…breedings and pumping. Just to make sure your milk stays.”
“Oh…really?” His cheeks redden cutely and his cow ears twitch in interest.
“Mm-hmm. It’d be better to, at least for a while.”
“We can keep doing it then.”
Jeongguk doesn’t stop there though, not when there’s something else he wants. “And you know what’ll help even more? Since you’ll probably want a steady supply, right? For work, that is.”
“I guess so. What do you suggest?”
“Let me suck them.”
“W-What?” Jimin stammers. His eyes are big, full of wonder like he can’t believe what Jeongguk just said.
“It’ll help. It might even be better than using the pumps.”
“I don’t—I’m not sure…”
For once, Jeongguk doesn’t push. Perhaps because he knows Jimin will give in, even without his pressure. “Think about it, yeah?”
“I will.”
The next time Jeongguk’s they’re fucking, he has Jimin riding him on the couch, helping guide his pace with his hands tight around his waist.
His chest bounces with his movement and Jeongguk watches mesmerized, eyes glazed over with desire. He’s mostly an ass guy but fuck, Jeongguk has grown an appreciation for Jimin’s perfect tits. The soft tissue of his newly developed chest jiggles and his brown nipples are pert, peaked with hardness.
His hands itch to touch; he wants his hands full. He dares to move them to Jimin’s chest, cupping each tit in a hand. They’re easily engulfed and Jeongguk squeezes.
Jimin moans and his movements falter for a moment before he moves slower as if he can’t concentrate as well as before.
“Jeongguk-ah?”
“Mm?
“What…are you doing?
“Ah…just appreciating.”
“Do you uhm…like them?” Jimin asks, seemingly a bit shy now as Jeongguk continues his fondling.
Of course, he likes them.
“I do. I think they suit you,” Jeongguk answers. Unable to resist, his thumbs inch over to his nipples, rubbing at the swollen little things. Jimin groans and pushes his chest up into it.
Jeongguk continues rubbing and Jimin falls into a rhythm of needily pressing back onto his cock and pressing into Jeongguk’s hands as if he can’t decide which one he wants more.
After some time, Jeongguk feels wetness and he moves his thumbs away. The pressure of his thumbs seems to have caused Jimin’s nipples to start leaking milk—pearly liquid beading up on dark, pointed nipples.
Fuck.
Jeongguk almost moans at the sight as milk leaks down. He licks his lips then he squeezes, making more milk squirt out.
Jimin gasps. His little hands attempt to push Jeongguk’s hands away, but Jeongguk keeps a firm grip like a lifeline. “J-Jeongguk-ah…don’t…it’s embarrassing,” he whines cutely.
Jeongguk ignores his plea, much more interested in the handful he’s groping. Jimin’s face is red hot, surely flushing deeper by the second at Jeongguk’s heated look and touch.
“Jiminie-hyung, let me taste you, mm? Wanna see how sweet you are,” Jeongguk croons lovingly with another squeeze.
Jimin groans and absentmindedly nods his head, giving in to whatever Jeongguk wants. It’s not like what Jeongguk’s doing has malicious intent. It’s for Jimin’s own good—to help him—and if Jeongguk gets to enjoy himself along the way then so be it.
With a hand on his lower back, he hikes Jimin up slightly, keeping his cock mostly inside but giving Jeongguk easier access to bend down and press his face in between Jimin’s tits. He mouths at his sternum before pressing kisses to the inner sides of his breasts.
Jeongguk trails to a puffy nipple and his mouth latches onto it—using strong suction to draw the milk out and drink it down.
Jimin groans at the action and Jeongguk moans, muffled around his tit, at the taste on his tongue, creamy and sugary-sweet. Absolute perfection.
Jeongguk takes his time, savoring this and being sure to appreciate and suck Jimin dry since his milk will build up again within a few hours. Ravenous as he sucks, causing Jimin to moan and clench down sweetly around his cock as the pleasure ruins his body.
When the milk starts to dwindle, mere droplets now, his tongue twirls around the nipple, licking up the last drops. He gives the nipple one last kiss then he moves to the other tit, giving it the same treatment.
Jimin writhes on his lap, body twitching in arousal but barely bouncing on his cock now since he’s so distracted. His focus is Jeongguk’s mouth; he’s pushing his chest up as if to demand more. Jeongguk delivers, increasing his suction and drawing more whiny moans from Jimin.
He’d gladly stay here forever if he could.
“O-Oh, J-Jeongguk-ah…I’m close, gonna—” Jimin warns of his impending orgasm.
Jeongguk acts quickly and moves a hand down to Jimin’s cock, engulfing the little thing easily as he jerks him off. With the combined stimulation, Jimin’s a goner. He comes, crying out, and squeezing around his cock as Jeongguk milks his cock with his hand for every drop of cum.
Jeongguk finally pulls away from Jimin’s tit and now his nipples are flushed and swollen from the attention and he’s much flatter. Even so, they’ll be full again soon.
He’s so close, awfully aroused from sucking on his chest, so he grabs Jimin by the waist and starts to thrust up into his slick, warm hole, moving him up and down his cock and fucking fast until he’s grunting through his own orgasm and coming inside Jimin.
As soon as they catch their breath, Jimin giggles softly as he stares right at Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Mm?”
“Ah, you spilled a little,” Jimin says. He gets close and licks at the edges of Jeongguk’s mouth, cleaning up the split milk. “Hmm, it’s sweet. No wonder you like it,” Jimin says after he’s done.
Jeongguk pulls him back in, this time for an actual kiss, his mouth tasting of milk.
With the help of Jeongguk’s mouth, Jimin chest swells more due to tricking his body into thinking there’s a “demand” for more. His tits are maybe at a low B cup now, enough to impress his customers but not enough to become saggy with milk.
The change in his demeanor is obvious—there’s a smile on his face all the time and he no longer strays away from wearing revealing necklines.
He’s happy with no more worries about his milk production. So much so that he even tells Jeongguk that they can stop everything. That he doesn’t need Jeongguk anymore. Well, not in those words exactly because Jimin’s too much of a sweetheart to say it so harshly, but it’s implied.
Jeongguk should be thrilled for him, and yet, it hurts. He did all of this for Jimin and now he’s thrown away like garbage.
God damn it.
Jeongguk, admittedly, becomes driven by envy and want. He can’t just stop wanting Jimin after already having him. He can’t.
There’s no excuse or convincing lie he can make to convince Jimin that he still needs Jeongguk for his milk production when it’s been so plentiful. So, there must be another way, or something else he can do.
He decides to visit Jimin at work, partly because he’s curious and partly to see if it inspires any ideas.
He’s not seated in Jimin’s section, unfortunately. Since Jimin’s quote “the most popular hybrid” now and his section is full, but he can still see him from where Jeongguk sits.
He doesn’t pay much attention to the cow hybrid woman that’s his waitress besides ordering his food and drink. He only has eyes for Jimin. His focus is on him and Jeongguk watches as he services gross, ugly men.
Lovely Jimin is too pure and wholesome for this job. He walks around with a bright smile and sweet voice, even as he’s catcalled or when hands smack his ass as he walks by.
Sometimes he’s pulled onto a man’s lap and groped, touching his tits and ass without permission and Jimin’s response is to bashfully giggle and cover his mouth with his little hand until he’s allowed to move.
Jeongguk can feel himself getting more enraged by the minute. He hates this because he knows Jimin hates this.
He almost loses it and drags Jimin out of here when someone pays big bucks for Jimin to take off his top and for a taste of his milk.
The image of Jimin pushing his chest up into a 40-something-year-old’s mouth will forever be seared into his brain. Fucking bastard.
The guy’s lucky his attention is dragged away when he suddenly hears two tense voices nearby. He’s the closest table to them and despite their whispering, he can still hear them.
He listens to their upset, hushed voices carefully.
“I got fired,” one woman says. Her voice is wobbly, tearful.
“What? Why?” the other woman asks.
“I’m pregnant.”
There’s a loud gasp then shushing from the pregnant one. “What? What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know…I don’t have many options. I guess the best choice would be seeing if the baby daddy will keep me.”
Oh? Interesting.
Jeongguk blocks out the rest of their conversation and stores that information in the back of his head for later. It may come in handy.
He then pays for his meal and leaves, without even one drop of milk on his tongue.
Plan A entails Jeongguk convincing Jimin to quit his job.
He brings it up one evening after dinner. Jimin starts it, really. He spends at least fifteen minutes complaining about his shitty job.
Jeongguk simply brings it up as an option.
“Hyung, maybe you should just quit your job. You hate it and I make more than enough money working at home…you don’t even need to work.”
Jimin stares at Jeongguk with obscenely wide eyes as if he never expected Jeongguk to suggest that. “What? I can’t just sponge off you, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin says, “I need to contribute too, even if it’s not much.”
Jeongguk could list several more reasons why Jimin’s contributions aren’t necessary, but he knows Jimin too well. How stubborn and insistent he is to help. He never says it, but he doesn’t want to be a burden. He doesn’t want to be a helpless hybrid who can’t help himself.
So, Jeongguk lets it go.
Back to the drawing board.
Plan B is extreme, Jeongguk admits. But necessary. It’s the only choice he has now.
A pregnant Jimin will get fired. Just like that woman at the cow café. He’ll be left to depend on Jeongguk.
He starts by messing with Jimin’s birth control and switching the containers with sugar pill placebos.
Then he waits. It’ll take a month or more before his body is willingly fertile to be bred.
When Jeongguk’s sure Jimin’s birth control is out of his system, he comes up with the second part of plan B.
He needs to find a way to get back into Jimin’s pants and to do that, he needs to lie.
It's easy enough mentioning to Jimin that his chest looks a little smaller and that he might need a few weeks of breedings to make sure his supply stays strong.
It’s a lie, his tits look better than ever, but with doubt planted in his mind, Jimin bends to his will and agrees.
Jeongguk gets to have Jimin again, just like before, needy and desperate under him as he fucks into his perfect, wet hole. It’s everything he’s been wanting for weeks now, and if he’s lucky, this won’t merely be a taste—he’ll get to have him forever soon.
Jeongguk fucks Jimin raw for three weeks straight, coming inside every time and desperately hoping it catches. As for Jimin, he’s as oblivious as ever, far too trustful of Jeongguk to suspect any misdeed.
It’s about six weeks later that Jimin comes home from work in tears. With red-rimmed eyes, wet streaks down his face, and sad downturned ears, Jimin attempts to hide that he’s been crying by wiping the tears away.
It’s too late though, Jeongguk’s already seen an upset Jimin and it’s his job to do something about it. He immediately goes into defense mode, dragging Jimin to sit with him on the living room couch and asking, “Did something happen? Did someone do something to you?”
His eyes trail down Jimin’s body as if to look for any sign he’s been touched or bruised. There’s nothing he can see, but he swears there’s a slight swell in his stomach area, but maybe his hopeful brain is playing tricks on him.
Jimin takes a few deep breaths before answering. “I got fired.”
Jeongguk should be happy but…“Why?”
Jimin lets out a soft sigh and another set of fat tears fall from his melancholic, brown eyes. “They, uhm, did their monthly pregnancy tests that we’re forced to take since it’s not allowed, and my test…it—it came back positive. I’m pregnant, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise in shock. He supposes it shouldn’t surprise him, this is what he wanted, but knowing that it’s real is something else entirely.
Jeongguk feigns worry with a small frown and furrowed brow—when in reality he’s jumping for joy inside. “What? How? You’re on birth control.”
“I don’t know!” Jimin exclaims, voice watery and on edge. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, Jeongguk-ah. And now I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t end up selling my body, I can’t. I…I don’t have many options as a hybrid, you know.”
This is it. His time to swoop in and be the hero.
“I won’t let that happen, hyung. You know you always have a place here with me,” Jeongguk says as if there had never been another option to consider. He grabs one of Jimin’s tiny hands to hold in his own in a comforting manner. “…it’s mine, right?”
“Of course,” Jimin says softly, “there’s no one else. You’re the only one.”
The tears have slowed down, but now Jimin’s face is turning red at the confession. It’s adorable.
“I’ll take care of you. I always have and this doesn’t change anything,” Jeongguk replies, full of conviction. “We can get an ownership license and then you won’t have to worry anymore. No one can take you from me and we’ll be a family.”
“You’d want that?” Jimin asks quietly. Almost as if he’s afraid of the answer.
Jeongguk gives a firm squeeze to his hand. “Of course, I do, sweetheart. You have no idea how much you mean to me.” He bends down to press a chaste kiss to Jimin’s lips. “Do you want to do this?” Jeongguk whispers, just a breath away from his lips.
There’s no hesitation. “Let’s do it.”
All the paperwork is completed and settled—Jimin is now his. The license is like a pet license, meaning Jeongguk’s seen as his owner in the eyes of the government, but it also gives Jeongguk and Jimin extra protections such as Jimin can’t be used for experiments or prostitution without major repercussions. No one can touch him without Jeongguk’s permission.
Truly, it’s the only way a hybrid can be fully protected. And now that it’s done, Jeongguk and Jimin can do as they wish.
As the months go by, Jimin seems even happier than before. Maybe it’s the pregnancy glow or maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t have to work at his crummy job anymore.
Either way, Jeongguk loves it.
He loves how Jimin gives in to being a stay-at-home lover and soon-to-be mommy, pure focus on loving Jeongguk and servicing his sexual needs, and taking care of the growing baby in his belly. Jimin blossoms in this environment. Settling into his nurturing nature to start a happy family.
He loves how Jimin’s body changes. Round belly protruding from his middle as he’s seven months along, which only seems to make Jimin look smaller and cuter. Tits swelling just a bit more to provide for their baby.
He loves the pregnancy sex too. Jimin’s so much more sensitive, horny, and needy all the time, only sated by Jeongguk’s touch and cock. And because he’s a cow hybrid, he’s leaking milk every day, which is greedily sucked up by Jeongguk.
What he loves the most though is how Jimin’s never suspected any wrongdoing on Jeongguk’s part, blissfully ignorant of the truth or the hurt he’s secretly caused him. How Jimin trusts him, wholly.
It’s exactly as it should be.