Chương 128: Chapter 5 (18+)
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"...Sounds like fun."
"What?"
"You're humming!"
"Oh...I guess I just got carried away."
"I'm not sure how to feel about that."
"But cooking is one of your passions, right?"
When you have a big family to feed, naturally, your cookware grows accordingly. We even had three enormous cauldrons, just like the kind witches use in fairy tales. Keeping careful watch on the heat to prevent boiling over, I slowly dissolved sugar into the mixture.
"My own boobs are basically getting stewed here."
"I can see why you'd be conflicted."
"Well, saying all that isn't going to stop me, though."
"Did you really think it would?"
"It was foolish of me to ask."
Once all the sugar is dissolved, I remove it from the heat and add the gelatin that's been soaking in water. Stirring continuously, I finish by incorporating just a bit of the reserved chilled breast milk. This trick helps cool down the mixture slightly faster, but with this small amount, its effect may be negligible.
"All right, while we wait for it to cool, let's prepare our molds."
"My breasts...aren't actually this big, you know..."
"I meticulously followed the steps and crafted them precisely after your form."
"...And my nipples aren't sticking out quite so prominently!"
"You'll just have to accept it."
"Ugh..."
I've prepared two containers roughly the size of small utility buckets. Unlike actual buckets, these have rounded bottoms (nipples), with prominent protrusions (areolas) at their centers, making them unstable and unable to stand on their own without support braces around them.
"First, let's fill the nipple area with jam. Here you go, Maria."
"...Like this?"
"..."
"..."
"The nipples aren't even covered yet!"
"I thought I was being thorough."
"Maria."
"Grrr..."
Glug, glug, glug.
One bottle wasn't enough; it took two and a half to finally cover the entire areola—just one of them, mind.
"At this point, there's no need to be embarrassed anymore, is there?"
"Th-then! What if I said I wanted to make sweets shaped like Lord Ain's penis? Would that bother you?"
"Why would it?"
"I've been...so foolish..."
"If that's what you desire, I'd happily provide molds for you anytime."
"Forget I mentioned it."
Hmm... Honestly, the idea of doing anything with my own body parts hadn't crossed my mind as particularly appealing, but if Maria wished for it, then that changed things. Clearly, communication is key, after all.
"First, let's smooth out the surface slightly before pouring the pudding mix—ahem, breast milk—in."
"You don't need to correct yourself!"
After that, all we had to do was chill it until it set. Do you have a refrigerator or something? Well, nothing is impossible in this pseudo-fantasy world, though its power source would be magic.
Magic sure is amazing!
"So assuming I can swallow all these thoughts...what exactly are you planning to do with such a huge thing once it's done?"
"Well, eat it, of course."
"But even if you couldn't finish it all by yourself... Oh no! N-no way! There's absolutely no chance I'd feed any of this to my children!"
"I wouldn't dream of giving it to them either. What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Lord Ain..."
"Hmm, I suppose there isn't much to counter that argument."
"Even if only you were to consume it, it might spoil before you could finish."
"Well, even if Maria and I ate them all ourselves, that's quite a lot of food."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"We'd definitely have to eat it, though."
"Yes... But still, I don't think that solves anything."
Even when I was younger, back when I first met Maria, there was no way I could finish two puddings this size. And although they were made from her breast milk, now that they existed, we couldn't just let them go to waste. This is precisely why I've avoided making breast pudding until now.
"The Goddess has expressed interest in the leftovers, so it shouldn't be a problem."
"...Excuse me?"
"As I said, the Goddess—"
Last year, when I suggested making breast pudding with Maria, my intention had been to create small, ordinary portions. However, that night, the Goddess appeared in my dreams for the first time in ages, assuring me she would take any leftovers, which prompted me to change my plans.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Of course not!"
"It's pointless to worry about her intentions now. Besides, we can't very well refuse something she specifically requested."
"A...ahhh...aaaaagh..."
Seeing my beloved wife curl up with her head in her hands, I ended up stuck carrying the giant breast pudding all by myself.
After more than twenty-four hours of solid chilling, Maria's mammary milk pudding was finally ready for its grand unveiling.
"Are you prepared?"
"...Yes..."
Ever since hearing what the goddess had said, Maria has been acting like this. I understand how she feels, but I wish she'd pay me a little attention instead of obsessing over Norma...
"All right, here goes!" I flipped it onto a large plate covered with another dish as a lid. Since it wouldn't slide off on its own, I tilted the plates slightly and carefully inserted thin chopsticks between them until there was just enough space...
Fwooooosh...! ♡♡ SPLASH! ♡♡ SLOSHHHH!!
The vibrations were so intense I almost felt like the earth itself was shaking as another enormous mound of breast milk fell.
Slowly, carefully, I lifted the mold away. Taking my time to avoid ruining it... And then...
"Ooooooh..."
My colossal breast pudding finally revealed its grand form.
Though it quivered and jiggled gently, the solidified milk held together without collapsing. But this wasn't over yet—I still had more pudding left.
"One more coming up."
And just like that, I completed my giant twin mountains of breast pudding.
By cutting out only the breasts themselves, their sheer size became even clearer. In some ways, they seemed unnaturally huge now that they weren't attached to a body.
"...Magnificent..."
I felt overwhelming gratitude.
The sight before me seemed to teach me that when humans encounter something beyond their comprehension, all they can do is pray.
"S-so...just one bite...?"
My hand trembled as I held the spoon.
I noticed the red jam forming a circle around the nipple area, but I couldn't let it distract me. The essence of this dish lay within its shimmering white body.
Shloop...
I pierced it with my utensil.
Since Maria had added extra gelatin to prevent the pudding from collapsing, it was quite bouncy. Not like the real thing, but still very nice in its own way.
"I'll dig in now..."
For no particular reason, I blew on the pudding atop the spoon. Maybe my brain was malfunctioning due to nerves? Calm down, relax. Don't rush. All you want is to eat some breast pudding made by Maria.
In my mouth.
On my tongue.
Lying there.
Pudding.
Breast pudding.
"Mmmmmm..."
Its gentle flavor...
...spread throughout.
I feel like I might start crying. This flavor is permeating my entire body. It courses through me, saving me with its tender sweetness.
"So this...is Maria's breast pudding, then?"
This moment of emotional communion between husband and wife should be sha— Hmm?
"What shall we do? No, refusing it would certainly be disrespectful, but if we accept such a gift..."
Maria remains preoccupied at this crucial moment. Well, I guess it's time for...that thing to make its appearance.
Leaving my fretting wife behind, I go fetch something from elsewhere. On my way back, I hope she'll have snapped out of her daze by now, but that seems too optimistic.
Clutching what I retrieved tightly in one hand, I brace myself. Really, I don't want to hold on to it any more than necessary, but there's no other choice. As soon as the heat from my hand melts it nicely and makes everything slippery, I slip beneath Maria's skirt.
Even though I'm her husband, she needs some slight discipline for not even noticing when someone burrows under her legs.
And so...
"Let's try making it again with proper ingredients this time..."
I inserted what I'd brought along.
An ice pop shaped like my cock.
"Oh, well, if that's how you feel—mmmmmmyyyyyyaaaaahhhhh?!"
I thrust it into her pussy.
"You're such a naughty girl, Maria. How could you be distracted at a moment like this?"
"Aiiiin! ♡ Ohhhh! Soooo cooold! Too c-cold! ♡ Ahh, ohhh! ♡ Aaaaah! ♡ Whyyy?! ♡ Ain's penis is soo cold! ♡ Oooohhh!" ♡
Maria was truly something else. Even though she couldn't see it when I shoved it inside her, she immediately recognized its shape by touch alone.
"All right then, I'll keep fucking you until it melts completely."
"Ohhhnnn! ♡ Aaaahhhhh!"
Later on, after the ice pop had melted inside her pussy, we (meaning me) enjoyed eating it as a delicious treat.
Oh, and of course, we both savored the breast pudding together. The leftovers disappeared somehow, but I'm sure the Goddess must've borrowed them.
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