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The world has changed as it constantly does. Only a few countries have survived the mass deluge akin to Nepal 2026 and what followed in other countries.
The countries that survived have restricted all forms of excitement and become focused on believing that human beings benefit from conservative thinking mentally, physically and socially. They have blocked the internet and all have created a society that doesn’t remember the past or think too much about the future.. a non thinking version of a human being that just exists…
Some people escaped this form of government but end up on the fringes..living on a few islands that were actually mountains in 2026. One island was named milk island, another twin peaks, tittie heaven, boobastic and so on and so forth. Generally this went on for years.. The tantric techniques passed on from the elders were practiced and the ladies were bountiful in their love and nurturing of the young and old on the islands..
At the same time a young and restless rebel group was being trained by soldiers of the resistance to infiltrate the regime and spread love to the larger stricter world. The young adults in the group were 6 men and 6 women. The men were very loving sucklers never weaned from the boob perse because they always had a loving bosom handy. The women were happy and never felt the need to cover their bounty because they were always nursing their partners. Milk was plenty and they were excited as they felt ready to change the conservative world by giving it a taste of heaven.
To be continued..
Part 2
One of the ex CIA dads taught the youth the covert tactics of infiltration, disguise, creating cover stories, body language identification etc. The strategy was 1. Identification of the target(s) 2. Analyze their likes 3. Determine if they still retain or have a tendency to gravitate to love/boob energy 4. Test them by putting them in situations of exposure to said gravitational pull 5. Look for cracks in their external veneer.. 6. Rinse and repeat 7. Develop Pavlovian instincts in mouth, hands and heart..8. Influence them to change the rules re: abf/anr in their society.To do this they needed the most bosomy bombshells in their arsenal and the most ardent sucklers in their little group. Lots of training was needed to be able to create natural situations in which their intended targets get exposure to abf live action but in a very clandestine manner.. it would need a secret club that had restricted access and where the intended targets could be baptized into the abf waters with incentive to keep returning to the sweet bosom of the community.
I am fully immersed in this story now…I will now have to read it through the end…even if it takes years to finish!
I want to join the navy seals of breast badasses and save the world with tantric heart breast energy! Lol
Part 3:
The secret club creation plan:
The club had to be authentic to the core. Every aspect of it thought out to the tiniest detail. The founding members of the club would be boob leaning old families who had produced generations of members who continued the tasty traditions that seemed to be coded in their very DNA. These families had a certain look in their eye that was magnetic and pulsing. The pictures of said historic owners of the club were to be all over the premises along with the different positions they preferred for nursing and their most rapturous expressions for all to see and be captivated by the touch, feel and the possible taste ..In terms of the bounty. It was the feminine form in all its beauty to be depicted in the sweetest in pictures that were kept in secret caverns dripping with glacier melt. The scenes reminiscent of the feel of the bountiful earth and its essence. A simple glimpse of a curve, a perky tip or a rounded bottom would make the worshipper ready to burst into prose or go into rapture.. such was the energy and power of these depictions and the love of the creator of the art for the subject. 🌸❤️🌺
Part 4: The initiation: This isn’t well known but in old England the tradition of dressing to emphasize one’s cleavage was a fashion started by a Lord amd his Mistress who were ardent lovers of abf. They hosted a grand ball every few months and were part of the old abf families who founded the club to facilitate this life style and their great great great (great) grandchildren became members of the resistance faction in the boob islands.
Power of Cleavage: it is well known that there is a cross current when breasts are offered to a breast worshipper .. it’s like he has no other option but to think of nursing. Using this worshipping principle the resistance decides to revive the Ball as a first chapter of creating the buzz needed to determine the recruits/targets for the club.
The question as always was: bra or no bra?!! This was a big question that has haunted womankind for ever!!
Cannot wait for the next installment!!! This is literally the most riveting story here!!!
I would volunteer to be one of the six men sent out. Sharing the proper latching technique to make the world a better place.🤗☺️
Setting the location for the mission Galactica:
Castle Mountain was the castle inherited by the Lord’s descendants and maintained by their loyal care takers ever since the time when the world went dark. It held the secret club where the village worshippers gathered and kept up the old traditions and where lactation was a mantra that shielded the place from the outside world. Feminine energy there was off the charts and could be felt in every atom pervading the sacred spaces.The 12 gathered there after their long journey over sea in disguise, men dressed as women and women as men, all traveling either singly or as couples to avoid scrutiny. After the long sea journey the women opened their arms for the sucklers to give them relief..a homecoming long awaited not just for the energy but for the infusion of warmth, comfort and a renewed sense of purpose for their mission.
Couple 1:
Maya and Adam sought each other in a long huddle/cuddle in the cavern where soft pillows and throws and a gentle fire kept them warm and comfortable. After a soft refreshing bath in the waters.. maya turns on her magic by focusing on the energy in the room. It was clear that they needed a whole day to get reacquainted with the energy that sustained their relationship. They join each other like 2 halves of a whole complementing each other in terms of need both physical and emotional. The coming together encompassed his hungry latch and her huge sigh and a big let down that he gulped greedily.. he was greedy because her milk was his and he hers in every way possible. In that moment in time one could not be distinguished from the other as they made a tornado seem like it was lacking in energy. Such was their passion!! They had been longing for each other like they had been missing a limb and they had been hurting in separation so the reunion was a huge relief and a cause for celebration.Similar reunions were taking place amongst the other couples. The overall feeling was like soaking in a warm bath with water enveloping every inch of ones soul which was finally at peace after the long arduous journey.
Step1: Target Identification
They turned to the old matriarch’s of the lactation society. They met in the garden for tea and chit chat. The ladies were ecstatic to see the young women who had blossomed to be divine goddesses in their own right and now willing to take on the serious tasks assigned to them by their elders.Over the past few months, the ladies had been using very subtle cleavage at various social gatherings of the ruling party to identify susceptible leaders or relatives of leaders of the ruling party. They had a few candidates in the highest echelons of government that they had surveilled as to their habits and put forth 5 of them for consideration.
The first was the son of the Governor. The young pup was always following the older ladies and wanting to help them either with their errands or with any other business they needed. He had an eye for the bosom indeed and didn’t distinguish based on age or size of said bosom ! It was said that his mother had breast fed him until he was 11 and that he still yearned for that connection but she felt that he was too old to be on her breast anymore. He sometimes had a very wistful look as if he was recollecting his latching days. But this was all either fact or just hearsay and so the ladies needed to stir him to see if he could be turned to their cause.. they just needed the right nudge to see if he would be willing to change parties and latch on to the idea of adult breast feeding even if it was contrary to everything the governor stood for. They recruited Maya for the mission as she was the most endowed and nurturing of the five women. The pup needed an affectionate woman who could show him nurturing love.
To be continued
Step 2: Analyze their likes:
A beautiful morning after nursing Adam to his hearts content, Maya set out for the fruit market where the young pup liked to help the ladies choose the juiciest fruit for family consumption. She was dressed as a fruit seller selling melons, oranges, straw berries, black berries etc. Dressed as a village maiden in simple market attire that was modest but sheer she could not disguise her bust even if she was so inclined which she wasn’t in any case.. Having set up her wares she was on the look out for the madame and the pup helper who carried her basket as madame shopped in the fruit market. Maya’s melons were in full display as were the berries so ripe and juicy… now what would the pup like ? He seemed to be dazzled as he had never before seen this melon vendor in his weekly forays into the fruit market. Maya herself was wearing a face disguise so she was happy to mingle with everyone without worry of being recognized. “Melons.. berries.. all you desire !! Juicy and fresh, fill your basket as much as you would like”!! Her sweet voice and call caught many men and their women checking her wares out.Will the pup catch the scent or will he not like the fruit she was showing to her hearts content?
Percy!! Madame nudged him but Percy was startled and realized that Madame had been calling him for a while and turned his stuck gaze back to her to catch a part of what she was saying ..”..darling we need honey dew melons..get me 2 ripe ones, will you please..?
“Darn it” Percy cursed internally to himself.. “now I don’t need any more fuel to my oral addiction!! My mouth is watering already !!” He turned as if in a trance towards the bountiful melon seller and headed closer and closer on a path leading to her.. as if it was one he was predestined to take..
“Lower your eyes to her feet Percy!” he said to himself “Don’t look at her bosom.. “ but he could not help himself and stole one quick glance again ! She was magnificent, perfection !! He had never seen a better bosom in his life !!
Maya saw him get closer .. the scent of her milk calling to his senses and the weight of her bosom an unmistakable sign of lactation. Her nipples tingled and perked up as if sensing a hungry mouth and his eyes latched on to that sight like magic. It was as if he was imagining it already .. licking his lips.. getting ready to swirl his tongue on the tips.. to take them by hand and guide them towards his lips kissing them. “Mmmm” Maya said “Yum.. your melons are ripe .. can I have a taste to see if I like them” he said nervously. “Of course Sir .. which one would you like” she said bending down to pick one up to show him and he was bowled over. 🫶🫶🫶
Madame joined Percy and Maya “You found the melons Percy!” “Yes I did” Maya saw her chance and said to them “Madame we have just moved here from the country and have a farm there, I heard that you have a greenhouse and orchard on your estate and need care takers to help you develop the best hybrid varieties of fruits. We (my 4 sisters and our partners) have a lot of knowledge of pollinators, we are searching for work and would love to assist you in your efforts.” Madame nodded and said “Yes please see my head gardener this evening and he will assess your skill”
So the time was set to meet in the evening thought Percy, he would surely lurk around to see his secret crush and her partner..
When Maya arrived at the estate with Adam (also in disguise), the gardener was away as his son had become sick so they decided to tour the farm and meet him another day. As they were alone among the trees on a beautiful evening, Adam decided it was his time to lay on Maya’s lap and nurse and relieve her. They typically tried to do this regularly to keep up her milk supply and so she quickly unbuttoned her rustic blouse and he pulled it apart to let her loose from the corset.. as soon as her corset was loosened she let out a big sigh and curled her toes into the grass..her bulbous bosom swelled and hung like ripe fruit, nipples unfurled and leaking milk. He licked and latched and started nursing.
Percy heard the sigh and the giggling and followed the sounds to where the couple were playing. He smiled as he saw the 2 lovers and the glee on Maya’s face as she held Adam’s face close to her bosom. She would occasionally rub his ears and touch his forehead and he would croon and look into her eyes.
Percy could not help getting closer and closer to this beautiful scene as the sun was setting and the night grew darker. He was transported into a world of timeless softness, connection, warmth and beauty.
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