QBN fiction
QBN fiction
Out of context: Reply #83
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He was surrounded my nothing but milk, milk everywhere... the walls were made of this sweet nectar and his mother, formed from the milk, pushed cannonball's head to her teet.
"Drink of me. For I created you."
Cannonball had no choice, his naked body attracted to the teet like a magnet attracted to it's polar opposite. He drank.