Taehyung lay flat on his back, legs pressed tight together under the useless, sweat-damp nightdress. The baby slept on his chest and his cunt leaked. Leaked like a used-up, knocked-up little whore waiting for her next fuck.

The nightdress clung to his body. Soaked through around his chest, no, not chest, not anymore, boobs, big and heavy, aching and full. He used to be smooth. Flat. Just a pretty thing. Now his boobs were heavy, sensitive fuck-toys that throbbed if the baby so much as breathed. His nipples stayed hard, milk never stopping. One soft brush of that tiny mouth against his nipple and milk would surge again, squirting in small pathetic pulses until it leaked straight through the dress and trickled down his side.