Chapter 1

Genny put down her embroidery with a sigh. She’d been at it for hours and couldn’t take it anymore - it was just so boring! And for what? Father always had her remove the stitching after the piece had been inspected anyway. “It is a suitable pastime for a lady”, he’d say, “but of no value.”

Shivering she walked over to the window - a fine thing to have on a warm summer’s day, but made her room awfully cold and damp in the fall. She looked out at the slowly dying garden, longing for just one more warm day, just one more day of walking out there rather than embroidering in here.

That seemed unlikely though. It had been dark and raining all week, and it seemed to her she’d never be dry and warm again. Father would not allow even a small fire in the evening, calling it a waste. So Genny did what she could to stay warm, sneaking on extra socks and her coat during the long hours she was made to stay in her room and “practice not being seen”, as Father put it.

Her dreams of summer were interrupted by a knock at her door. “Lady Genevieve?” - oh, how she loathed that name - “Dinner is served. Your Father is expecting you.” Quickly she removed her coat and extra socks - Father would not tolerate either, nor tardiness or hurrying. She stuffed it all in her wardrobe, then hurried over while righting her skirts and checking her hair. She stepped through the door...

... and found herself not in the hall of Fathers mansion, but in a forest. Gone was the rain and cold, replaced with warmth and sunshine. Before her the woods stretched on, filled with vibrant colours and birdsong. Genny stood frozen in shock. What happened? Where was she? Turning around to where she came from she saw only more trees. This makes no sense! She couldn’t be in a forest or in summer or ... She felt panic setting in, like she had no way forward. Like when Father would berate her. Closing her eyes and taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself. Think things through.

So. Lost. In the woods. She can’t retrace her steps. She’d been taught to stay and wait rather than risk walking further into the forest, but that kinda relied on her not being completely alone. Who would find her? Deep breaths. She tried to remember all the outdoorsmanship she’d been taught: She hadn’t. “Not ladylike” her Father called it. She knew just enough to know she couldn’t really do anything. The panic came back, and it took her a long time to get it under control.

A sound woke her from her meditation and made her spin around, before realizing someone was talking to her.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” a woman’s voice called out. Genny quickly spotted her - she was hard to miss. She stood well over 6 feet tall and was dressed in a bright yellow dress. Her skin, from her worried face to her sandal-clad feet, was a healthy tan - including, Genny noticed with a blush, a large expanse of cleavage. While the bodice was form fitting, showing off her hourglass figure, the skirt hung loose from wide hips. She carried a large basket in one hand while the other toyed awkwardly with her red hair.

“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you or anything, but you seemed kinda lost in thought there.”

“Uhm, yes, yes I was” Genny stammered. “I’m sorry but ... where are we?”

“Oh no! Sweetie, are you lost? I was wondering what you were doing out here. Did you get split up or something?”

“No ... not exactly. See I was at home, and then I left my room, and then ... then I was here.” It sounded pretty stupid said out loud.

“I think you missed a bit”, the woman said.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t. I just walked out of my room, but instead of the hallway I ended up here. Right here”, she said and pointed at the ground.

The stranger seemed to study Genny for a moment after that revelation.

“So you vanished from one place and appeared here? You know, I have heard of that happening.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but I thought they were just stories ... Can’t imagine why you would make it up though.” The woman paused before continuing, “I don’t think standing around here will help though. Would you like to come home with me? We’ll have dinner and see what we can come up with.”

Not seeing much of a choice, Genny agreed. The two walked back to the womans home, chatting along the way. Her name was Bella and she said she was a forager. It seemed there were rare and valuable plants in the woods - none of which Genny had ever heard of - and Bella made both a hobby and a job of collecting them. There turned out to be a lot they didn’t know about each other: The towns and lands one knew were alien to the other, and Bella seemed to not even know what autumn meant.

It was all very strange, but seemed to confirm that the stories Bella had heard were true: People sometimes appeared from another place. None of the stories she’d ever heard told of how these ‘visitors’ as she called them returned home.

Despite the strangeness of it all, Genny couldn’t help but feel excited. An adventure! Away from Father! And she’d already met someone she was quickly seeing as a friend. Bella was kind, funny, and both patient with Gennys questions and inquisitive.

As Bella’s house came into view after a half-hour walk, the two were laughing and talking like they’d known each other for years. The house was much smaller than Fathers mansion: Two floors, made of wood, a small porch outside, all surrounded by a beautifully kept, blooming garden. Genny loved it at once.

The inside proved as homely as the outside looked, with knick-knacks and decorations scattered everywhere. “Most of them were my parents’”, Bella said when Genny complimented them. “Mom was great at whittling, and dad just loved to paint. I swear, he’d have turned the whole house into a painting if he could’ve.”

She led Genny into the kitchen where a low fire was keeping a pot of porridge warm. “I’m really sorry”, Bella said. “Had I known I’d be having a visitor I would’ve made something better.”

“Oh, don’t apologize!” Genny said. “I’m grateful for any food at all. I’m starving!”

Smiling, Bella filled two bowls and added a bit of butter on top before sitting at the table, asking Genny to join her.

“You might want to try just a little bit first”, she told Genny, suddenly serious. Seeing no reason to object, Genny took just a tiny amount on her spoon and ate it. It was fine, as porridge goes. A bit bland perhaps, but - suddenly, she got the most terrible pain in her stomach. Doubling over she dropped the spoon on the floor, eyes watering, the pain too bad even to make any sound.

She felt a big, warm presence. Bella gently held her for several agonizing moments until the pain faded as quickly as it had appeared. Coming out of her daze Genny heard Bella talking softly to her, telling her it’d be alright and apologizing.

“What-” Gennys throat felt as if she’d been screaming. “What was in the porridge?”

“Only porridge”. Bella still held her. It felt nice. Comforting. “I was afraid this might happen. Some of the stories I’ve heard said visitors couldn’t eat any food, but I didn’t know. I’m so, so sorry Genny.”

“I ... can’t eat food? But ... you said that the visitors lived here! How could they if they couldn’t eat any food? Did ... did they all starve? Am I going to starve?” That thought was almost as bad as the pain had been. Almost.

“They’re just stories so I didn’t know how much was true. But in the stories they didn’t starve. They couldn’t eat food, but they could eat from our bodies.”

“I have to eat people!?”

“No! No no no! What I mean is that you can eat what people’s bodies make.”

A long silence followed.

“What do you mean?” Genny finally asked.

“Well”, Bella answered. “In the stories, visitors mostly lived off of milk from people.”

“Milk? What, like a baby?”

“I guess.” Bella sounded like this was all perfectly normal. “Do adults not drink it where you’re from? It’s pretty common for everyone to drink it here. Lots of women make milk, even if they haven’t had a baby.”

“Milk...” Genny said mostly to herself. It was a strange idea, but she found that she was mostly intrigued. She’d always liked to look at women, especially breasts. The thought of having one in her face, in her mouth was ... exhilarating.

“Okay”, she said. “Okay. So I need to drink milk instead of food. Okay. I-I’m willing to try. Do, uh, do you know someone who, uh...” She really didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“Actually...” Bella said and shifted to be more side-by-side with Genny. “I’m what people here call a ‘cow’. You could maybe try some of mine?”

Genny could feel her cheeks flush. She glanced to the side at Bellas breasts - as big as her head, moving gently up and down with her breathing, and realized she could just make out the outline of a nipple.

“You mean I would ... suck on your nipple?” she asked, staring at that darker circle, her mind racing with the thought.

“If you want to”, Bella answered. “If I’m the problem I have some friends who make milk if you’d prefer, but I don’t-” Genny interrupted her abruptly.

“No! No, that’s not a problem” Her whole body felt on fire and she could not look away. Was it growing? “I just ... this is new to me. I just want to be sure what we’re talking about.”

Bella hugged her tighter, pushing Gennys face into her breast.

“Let me be clear then”, Bella said. “If you want to, I will let you nurse at my breast and drink my milk. I will feed you until your belly is full - I make a lot of milk. So ... Do you want to?”

“Yes”, Genny whispered hoarsely.

Bella rose, pulling Genny with her. “Let’s go to the couch.”

It can’t have been far, but Genny got a lot of thinking done. Was this really happening? How did she end up in this situation? She should be sitting quietly at Fathers table right now nibbling on bread, not going off to have a face full of breast and mouth full of milk! So it’s not all bad.

Bella sat down, pulling Genny with her, placing her head in her lap. She reached up to lower the top of her dress - unhurried, but not teasingly. Like this was normal and she was just taking it off. The intensity in her eyes and rapid breathing told Genny she was very much looking forward to it though.

As the first huge breast was revealed, Genny couldn’t help but stare. It was, as she’d thought, bigger than her head. A gentle tanline showed that Bella was not always dressed outside. And there, from the center of a perfectly round areola barely darker than the surrounding skin was what she’d been trying to see through the dress. Bellas nipple. Gennys dinner. It was about the size of the last joint of Gennys pinky, light pink, and unmistakably stiff.