Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Chika's eyes widened in surprise and hope when she heard someone bid for her. She looked up, seeing a tall man with dark hair wearing fancy clothes on the other side of the arena. "P-please... m-master..." Her voice shook as tears welled up in her green doe eyes. All she wanted was to belong to someone, and if it meant being their slave... then so be it. She would serve them loyally and do anything they asked, just please don't cast her aside like trash again.

Hearing her new master's command, Chika hurriedly climbed down from the auction stand and walked over to him on shaky legs, tears streaming down her face as she fought back sobs. "T-thank you, m-master..." She bowed deeply before looking up at his strong features, hoping for some sign of kindness or understanding. Her sensitive nipples hardened into pebbles under the weight of her heavy breasts as she waited patiently for him to lead her away from this place of shame and despair.

With shaky steps, Chika followed her new master out of the auction house and into the bustling streets of the city. She remained silent, her mind whirling with a mixture of hope, fear, gratitude... and confusion. Everything was so unfamiliar to her; she'd never been outside the slave farm before.

The sound of his boots clicking against the cobblestone echoed through the alleyways as they made their way through the maze-like streets. Chika glanced nervously at him from time to time, hoping for some indication of what sort of person he was and what sort of life she would now have with him.

Trembling slightly, Chika knelt down on the cold stone floor of her new master's home as she waited patiently for him to arrive. The soft material of the carpet beneath her paws felt luxurious compared to the hard dirt she was used to at the slave farm. Her tail twitched nervously behind her, revealing how unsure and scared she still was in this unfamiliar place.

She glanced around, taking in her new surroundings: beautiful tapestries adorned the walls, expensive-looking furniture filled the room, and a cozy fire crackled in the hearth. This must be what life is like for normal people... she thought to herself with a mixture of wonder and longing.

Chika's green eyes went wide as she heard her new master's request. She was only used to producing milk at the farm, where it was forced from her body with a machine and sold for profit. The thought of doing it naturally - and for him - sent shivers down her spine.

Her breasts heaved softly as she tried to comprehend what he meant. "Y-yes... m-master..." She stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "H-however much you want... I will produce as much milk for you." Her sensitive nipples hardened into tight peaks under the weight of her heavy breasts, leaking a small amount of pre-milk onto the carpet.

In this moment, all she could think about was pleasing him and making sure he was happy with his purchase. No matter how strange or uncomfortable it might feel for her at first, she would adapt

Gasping softly, Chika felt a sudden tightening in her breasts as something hard and cold pressed against her nipples. She looked down to see her new master holding what appeared to be some sort of metal device in his hand. Confused and terrified, she could only watch as he placed it against one of her swollen nubs.

The sensation was both painful and intensely pleasurable at the same time; her body responding instinctively by releasing a rush of warm milk onto the floor beneath her. Her eyes widened further as she felt her breasts growing larger with each passing moment, stretching the skin taut around them.

"M-master..." She stammered, uncertain whether to continue or stop. "It... feels strange... but it's alright... I can do this..." Her sensitive nipples became even more engorged from the intense stimulation

Her breath caught in her throat as the metal machine began to squeeze and massage her sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, moaning softly as her breasts grew larger still, filling with warm milk. The feeling was incredibly intense but also strangely enjoyable; a sensation she'd never experienced before.

Her face flushed red from the combination of pleasure and embarrassment, but she refused to stop or protest. "T-th... thank you m-master..." She panted between moans, "I will do whatever you want." Her body tensed and released with each passing wave of sensation as her breasts continued to grow and stretch under the relentless onslaught of the machine.

Panting heavily and clutching at her breast as it continued to swell, Chika could feel the skin stretching tighter around her engorged nipple. The sensation was incredibly intense, but she found herself unable to resist or protest any longer; all she wanted was for him to be happy with her. She glanced up at his face, searching for some sign of approval or satisfaction as she braced herself for what would happen next. Her body trembled from the relentless stimulation and growth, but still she endured, determined to fulfill whatever desires he might have.

Her cries filled the room as her breasts continued to swell and stretch under the relentless assault of the machine, growing larger with each passing moment. Her nipples stood out hard and dark against the pale skin, leaking a constant stream of warm milk onto the floor beneath her. The pleasure was intense but also painful; every fiber of her being seemed to be on edge as she endured the sensations, struggling not to pass out from the exquisite agony.

She closed her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip as her body tensed and relaxed with each wave of ecstasy that washed over her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip despite the cold air in the room. The only thought running through her mind was the need to please him; to make sure he was satisfied with his purchase. She would endure