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Stiles does not understand all the fucking ways and wimps of the magical twats: witches. Having been vaped by one in the last kafuffle with the pack his chest had become itch and tight, because he was growing fucking tits that were full of milk.
Who even does that to someone. Talk about assholes. They were funny at first, cute even little AA cups that could easy pinned down. They did not even leak at first, no, that came a few weeks later. The main issue is it was they were steady growing up to a sizeable C’s, they were on the (only) plus side perky and bounced so sweetly when his arm jiggled them as he stocked his thin cock. It was like Deaton seemed to be hinting that it was irreversible, because he ‘dam sure wasn’t revealing a cure.
*Blerp*
From Scott 12:37 Hey dude can you come down to the clinic as soon as you can!?
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“…so can you help?” Stiles looked at the little balls of fluff and back to Scott’s pleading eyes.
“Er…I-I am not really sure dude…”
“Really, it’s perfect, you now have the facilities!”
“Bro, ok so having these tits is annoying enough! What’s wrong with formal?”
“They are barley born, the bitch died giving birth, they would really benefit from mothers milk, without it I’m not sure that most of them will make it… Look at the little huskies…” Together they stare at the squirming bunch, that are making these pathetic hungry noises. After a few moments of silence Stiles finds his voice.
“I mean is it even ok to give them human milk?”
Scott grinned and tugged him into a side hug, he knew that this meant that Stiles was going to do it. “Yes! Come on bro, go sit in the kennel and I’ll help get you sorted out.” Stiles grumbled and opened the cage door.
The little pile was near the back spread out on top of heat pad with a green vet blanket. He crouched over them. They were cute as fuck; he couldn’t let any of them die.
First, he pulled off his baggy hoodie, he’d been wearing to conceal his grown chest, then his ‘I support single moms’ top. Being topless was a bizarre feeling now, his boobs weighing him down. Milk making them ache, his flesh pulled taunt and veins pushing to the surface. Being topless in the back of the vets, about to breast feed starving puppies with his own milk was a real mind fuck. Fucking witches.
“How do I do this man?”
“Just sit down and I’ll help you with the rest. Ok so pick a puppy up gently, hold it around the belly, then you need to rub your teat -ok sorry don’t look at me like that, I’m just so used to vet terms- rub your nipple across the pups mouth…can you squeeze out a bit of milk? Yeah that’s it… That will really attract the pup to latch on and suckle.”
“Ok so I think…yeah, something is defiantly happening now, oooh that feels weird… He, she? Its nom-ing down now.”
Milk was flowing, frothing up and coating the pup’s black fur around his mouth. Stiles’ other nipple was sticking out the open air of the vets, like it was jealous of all of the attention on his left side.
Scott was his usual helpful self. “Looks great, but there are a lot of them, maybe you could lie on your side and I can help another pup get settled there?”
Which was how Stiles was going to be spending a lot of his time from now on.
“So what now?”
“That’s it, just feed them every three hours for the next few weeks, I’ll sort you out a better set up, like I think we have some big dog beds in the back. Trust me, they are comfy as fuck, I’ve crashed here on them a few times.”
That was not going to fly. Every three hours? This was not how Stiles wanted to spend the summer holidays.
“What!? Scott I cannot spend my summer like this!”
“Stiles they won’t make it without you…”
The humiliation was almost too much for him to handle as Scott turned him on his side and pressed another pup to his breast. It made him flush in embarrassment, red dabbled from his ears down his neck, across his breast bone.
“Don’t be like that Stiles, its only natural.”
“…yeah I suppose it is… natural.”
“Tell you what I’ll out you some music on and just relax, you’ve got twelve hungry puppies to fed!” The music wasn’t that bad, he couldn’t help drifting off. After all his milk had been drained leaving his nips aching, sucked red almost raw. The puppies curled into his naked chest.
Two hours later.
Deaton lead a beast into the rows of kennels, he merely gave Stiles a bland smile as he unlatched the kennel across from him.
“Good afternoon Stiles, I’m glad to see your getting the hang of latching the pups on.”
“Ohhh, err yeah I think I have, Scott helped- ah ha ha…”
“This here is Alpha, I know but the name has nothing to do with our mutual friends, he is going to be your neighbour.”
“He sure looks like he is going to be a grumpy, er scary neighbour.” Stiles grinned up to Deaton as he spoke.
“Alpha is not as grumpy as he looks, I’m glad your still here, I need to give you a shot to help make your milk more nutritious.”
“Oh er ok… I guess, now?”
“Ill just go and get it, I will need to give you a booster every day while you’re still feeding.”
Deaton telling him to turn over onto his hands and knees was the second surreal experience of the day. The third was actually getting the shot.
“I’m going to need you pull your pants and boxers down. This shot will be administered into you right glute muscle. Scott will be able to administer you’re shot when I am not available.”
“Great…”
“Maybe when you’re here, you can keep Alpha company, he’s well mannered but has been alone for a long time.”
“What about the pups?”
“What about them? A male dog won’t disturb them, it will do him good to socialise.”