The Professor's Fertile Hucow

Sable put her own name on the thesis: investigator and subject. Induced lactation. Clean data. That was the plan.

The pump failed, but the ache didn’t. So she asked her professor to empty her.

Dr. Crowe locked the door, took a bottle from the drawer, and put his hands on her. After that, office hours were daily. Then the lab after four. Then his mouth. Then the desk. Then the collar he told her to leave on.

She came for support with her thesis.

She left soaked, collared, and already counting the hours until he took her again. By the time the test turned, the log had a new yield—and she had his claim under her skin and a body that would not go back to being only data.