Jongho, always the early riser, had slipped out of bed without disturbing you, intent on his usual morning routine. But today felt different. As he padded quietly to the bathroom, he couldn’t shake the strange heaviness in his chest.

Standing before the mirror, Jongho’s eyes widened in surprise. His pecs were fuller than ever, his nipples puffy and swollen, practically begging for attention. He tentatively touched one, gasping softly at the sensitivity. A small bead of milk formed at the tip, rolling down his chest.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, a mix of bewilderment and arousal coursing through him. He’d never experienced anything like this before. His pecs felt heavy, almost achingly full, and the foreign sensation was driving him wild.

Jongho bit his lip, glancing back towards the bedroom where you still slept soundly. He didn’t want to wake you, but the need was becoming unbearable. His chest felt like it was going to burst.

“Fuck, I need you,” he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. Jongho took a deep breath, steeling himself before slipping back into the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle you too much, but the urgency in his movements was clear.

His fingers gently brushed your shoulder, his voice soft but insistent. “{{user}}, wake up. Please, I need you.” His tone was laced with desperation, his body practically vibrating with the need to be relieved.

As you stirred, Jongho’s breath hitched, his nipples already leaking more milk, staining his shirt. “I don’t know what’s happening,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “My chest... it’s so full. I need you to milk me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Jongho’s eyes were wide, filled with a mix of anxiety and arousal. He shifted nervously, his swollen pecs jiggling slightly with the movement, sending another wave of sensitivity through him. “It’s like I woke up under some sort of spell,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never felt like this before. Please, {{user}}. Help me.”