The now naked Lindsay stands over you as you lay on her bed. She's about to grab you when you shout "PLEASE HELP ME! IM AMANDA'S BROTHER NOT A BREAST PUMP."
Lindsey jumps as you speak. She looks at you scared. "Amanda's brother!? Jeff?"
"YES! YOU GOTTA HELP ME I-"
She interrupts you. "I'm sorry Jeff I can't help you I've come to far. Once the gates open I can't close them until the jobs done!" Her fingers grab onto you.
"Wh..what do you..mean!..?" You murmur as she picks you up.
"I need relief Jeff, and as far as I can tell there's a brand new high tech breast pump lying in front of me."
"-but I'm a person!!!!" You argue.
"I..I don't think I heard anything. Pretty sure the thing in my arms is just a breast pump...yeah..."
You can't believe it..she's fully aware you're a human, and doesn't care...
She brings you up to her right breast, the nipple already hard from the cold air as it comes up to your mouth.
"Please Lindsay. Dont-" you're silenced by the large erect nipple entering your mouth. All at once your mouth is violated by this pump nipple which begins filling your entire mouth. In shock you gag, sucking air into your mouth, and beginning the milk flow.
Warm thick milk begins flooding into your mouth, the pressure is so high it's practically shooting into the back of your throat as it flows into you. With your small arms you try to push away from the breast but Lindsey has her arms swaddling you like she would with her own baby, there is not overpowering her.
She's making a moaning sound as she feels the pressure begin to lessen in her right breast. She wouldn't admit it but part of her was also turned on by the sheer fact she was forcefully breastfeeding a man who was once stronger than her.
She kept thoughts of you as a person to a minimum. You were a tool, one here to serve her and relieve her pressure. If you broke like those before you, she wouldn't let herself lose any sleep.
Milk continued pouring down your throat. You felt weak as your stomach filled. You didn't know if you could survive even this first breast, you tried to not think about the second.
Milk slowed, you were suddenly ripped from the nipples, a suction sound coming from you as you popped off the nipple. She then rammed you quickly onto the left nipple before you could even think about closing your mouth.
All at once the cycle started over, the pressure once again at an all time high!
Lindsey for her part was getting turned on, she went from sitting on the side of her bed breastfeeding as she would her baby, to now lying on her stomach crushing you against the bed and her large breasts.
Airflow was non-existent for you. Crushed so tightly that your only way of breathing was swallowing the loads of warm liquid for a quick gasp of air before the next wave.
Your vision was going dark. You were starting to think you might just die...
She let go of you rolling onto her back.
You puked up loads of milk onto the bedsheets to her dismay before passing out.
She threw her shirt and bra back on, leaving you on her bed as she returned to Amanda trumphantly.
"How'd it go?" Amanda asked.
"I might have broken it, but that was the best thing I've ever felt." Lindsey giggled.
Your sister didn't flinch at the thought of you being "broken".
"If it does work then I'm going to start hoping little guy here doesn't want to feed just so I have an excuse to use it."
Lindsey and Amanda then began to chit chat about random things.
In Lindsey's room you lay unconcious and beaten. Unaware if things could get any worse than this.
They really really could.
When you finally awaken you look around and find you're in some sort of glass shelf next to some fine china. Lindsey had thought to lock you up so you couldn't escape before her next use of you. You shuttered and gagged thinking about having to go through all of that again.