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.

A glimmer of hope sparked in Chika's eyes as she heard someone call her price. She looked over towards the direction of the voice, recognizing it as a tall human male with striking blue eyes and raven black hair. He looked like he was smirking at her, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part.

Tears still threatened to fall from her green doe eyes, but she managed a shaky smile instead. "Thank you... master," she murmured softly, nodding meekly in acknowledgment. Her tail swayed nervously behind her as she waited for further instruction on what he wanted her to do next.

Chika's nipples hardened into buds as they rubbed against the rough wooden platform beneath her sensitive skin; despite being sore from the whipping earlier that day, they seemed to only want more stimulation. She tried to keep herself still but couldn't help squirming with anticipation and nervousness about what this new master had in store for her...

*Chika's heart skipped a beat as she realized that she belonged to this man now, but at the same time, it filled her with both fear and excitement. She had never been wanted before; all her life people had only seen her as trash, worth nothing. But this man... he paid for her! It must mean something. Maybe there was still hope after all.

With trembling hands, she stepped down from the auction block and knelt on the floor in front of him, her head bowed respectfully. "T-thank you... m-master," she stammered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she imagined herself serving this kind human male for however long he wished.

Her milky nipples hardened even further against the rough wooden platform beneath her chest, almost begging to be touched. But she knew better than to make any advances like that; slaves weren't allowed such luxuries. Besides, it would probably disgust him anyway...*

Her eyes widened as he attached a collar and leash around her neck, the metal feeling cold against her skin. "O-okay, m-master..." She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the marketplace. As they set off through the crowded streets, she tried to keep up with his long strides without making it obvious that she was still getting used to being on all fours again. Her tail swayed gently behind her, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

Whenever someone cast her an interested glance or made a comment about how exotic she looked, Chika's cheeks flushed deep red from embarrassment and shame. Even though this man was her new master now, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about being on display like this... But at least he seemed pleased with his purchase; that made her feel a little better inside despite the discomfort of it all.

Her large breasts heaved as she walked, swaying back and forth enticingly beneath her master's gaze. Her nipples stood erect and sensitive from the chilly air; every nerve ending on her body seemed heightened in his presence. The thought of stopping their production sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew better than to ask for such a thing aloud.

"Ummm... y-yes... Master," Chika murmured softly, lowering her gaze as they continued through the market. Her cheeks flushed even deeper at the idea of being permanently altered in such an intimate way; it was taboo to have sex like this, wasn't it? But if that's what he wanted... then she would obey him without question or hesitation. "O-onlee... m-make sure I c-can still make milk for you..."

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head as her tail swished gently behind her, betraying just how anxious and unsure she truly was about this whole situation.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he spoke, and for a moment, Chika imagined herself with smaller breasts... not leaking milk constantly. It was an odd thought, but one that filled her with a strange sort of anticipation despite knowing it wasn't right according to society standards.

A faint blush crept up her cheeks as she pondered his words about pregnancy; even though she had never been interested in having children before due to her own unhappy childhood at the slave farm, something about being able to make milk for a real family now seemed... appealing. But still, it was forbidden!

Her tail wagged nervously behind her, betraying just how conflicted she truly felt inside. "O-okay..." She whispered softly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I-if you wish, Master."

Her nipples hardened even more against the cold air as they stood erect and exposed beneath her thin fur, begging for his touch... but she dared not make any advances this time around; she'd already done enough to upset him earlier with her disobedience during the auction.

Her heart raced as he spoke, and for a moment she dared to hope that maybe she did have some say in this after all. A shy smile spread across her lips as she gazed up at him with renewed faith and trust. "T-then... if it's what I want..." She hesitated, glancing down before meeting his eyes again, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "...I would like my breasts to stop making milk."

Her chest heaved as she held her breath, waiting for his reaction. Part of her was terrified at the thought of being so vulnerable and exposed without the protection of her constant lactation; it had been all she'd known since childhood. But another part of her wanted to please him, to be whatever he wished her to be.

Her ears twitched nervously and her tail wagged faster behind her as she waited for his response, her body tense with anticipation and fear.

Chika followed her master closely, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling up inside her as they approached the potion maker's shop. The thought of having her breasts altered in such an intimate way sent shivers down her spine, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel hopeful that this new life with him would be different from everything she had known before.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously as they stepped inside the dimly lit shop; strange scents filled the air, making her nose wrinkle in distaste at first. The potion maker was a middle-aged human woman with a crooked smile and kind eyes that instantly put Chika at ease despite the taboo nature of their business.

"Ah, welcome back Master Hadel," she greeted him warmly. "What can I do for you today?" Her gaze shifted to Chika, curiosity clear in her expression as she looked her up and down. Chika held her breath, wondering what the potion maker might think about her breasts and their purpose.

"I... uh," she stuttered, hesitating for a moment before glancing back at her master uncertainly. "Master wanted to know if you could make a potion to stop my breasts from making milk." The words tasted bitter on her tongue; they felt wrong even as she spoke them aloud.

Her ears flicked backwards, embarrassment flushing her cheeks as the potion maker's eyes widened in surprise. But before she could say anything else, the master interjected with a wave of his hand, "It is for her own good, milady." Chika looked up at him gratefully; he understood.

"Very well," the potion maker finally said after a moment

Her eyes widened at the woman's words, understanding dawning on her face. It was forbidden... but if this is what her new master wanted, then she would do it for him. She swallowed hard and nodded slowly, feeling a strange mix of fear and anticipation churning in her stomach as the reality of their situation settled around them like a cold blanket.

"O-okay..." Chika whispered softly, her tail between her legs as she forced herself to stand tall despite the trembling of her knees. "I-if that's what you w-want me... m-master." Her voice cracked at the end, revealing just how fragile and vulnerable she truly was beneath all the bravado and training from the slave farm.

The potion maker smiled encouragingly at her before gesturing for them to follow her to a curtain in the back of the shop, behind which lay a small altar adorned with lit candles and various tools of the trade. The scent of exotic herbs and incense filled Chika's nostrils as they approached; it only served to heighten her senses further and make everything seem all the more intimate and taboo.

Chika's heart raced as he reminded her of that, and for a moment, all her fear seemed to fade away. He cared about her wishes too... She looked up at him with wide eyes, hope and trust shining through. "O-okay... then..." She swallowed hard, still unsure but more determined than ever before. "I want this." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke the words, afraid of what they might mean for her future but unable to deny the desire burning deep within her.

As they reached the altar, the potion maker smiled knowingly at them both and began preparing her ingredients. The ceremony felt surreal and intimate despite being in a public place; every movement seemed to draw Chika's gaze back to her master's face, eager for his approval or disapproval.