Matriarch's Duty Calls
Sometimes, MILFs love sharing their breast-milk. But, Lillian is prioritizing on how to share it. Well, some argue sharing is caring.
Lillian was a woman who could have a lot to work with. In today's case, she was a wet nurse to help out Arcanine who did not lactate for breastfeeding their young ones, located in a safe forest that Lillian and her husband tend to keep track of, mostly to prevent the poachers' from their illegal hunting. Madam Georgia, an anthropomorphic Arcanine who did not lactate, was one of the mothers who were not lactating. Even when she sometimes would lactate, it was never enough for her sons and daughter, let alone her ex-husband George and his strict expectations, due to him. The two Arcanine had been married, until one Growlithe of theirs had died from starving a couple weeks after being born. This is why Georgia remains divorced. MILFy Lily is their lactation consultant who both of them have put their trust in. But, Lillian had some spare bottled milk this time, but only a handful of Growlithe that she would need to feed.
The young ones whined as they waited with impatience. Luckily, Lillian happily came to aid these young ones. "Aw, aren't you cute," she said, picking up one of the Growlithe so she could rub his belly. He happily lolled his tongue out and then gladly licked her cheek. "Why thank you, Georgie," Lillian said, having remembered when she met him. She knelt down as she hugged him, who stared at her breasts. "Oh dear, you must be extremely hungry," she said. Georgie nodded, understanding what she's saying. He didn't speak very much, but he was still good at communicating. "OK, here you go," she added as she got out a bottle of fresh milk. Georgie looked slightly confused at her. "This bottle's nipple is where you suckle to drink from," she said.
Georgia, who was Georgie's big sister, albeit a year older than him, came up to help with demonstrating. Both Growlithe sat on Lillian's lap as she demonstrated how bottle-feeding worked. Georgia sucked on the bottle's nipple, which helped educate Georgie on bottle-feeding. He whimpered as he wanted to have a bottle of his own. Lillian searched her portable cooler to find a bottle he can use. Apparently, she brought about a full dozen bottles with her this time. "Oops, I may have brought too much," she thought. With ten bottles sanitary and remaining, Lillian helped Georgie with the bottle-feeding. As he suckled the bottle's nipple, his eyes began sparkling with joy. "See? Bottle-feeding is not as hard as it may look," Lillian stated. Georgia was already full from bottle-feeding, so Lillian put the bottle in a bag to remind herself to wash it later. Georgie was much hungrier, and he begged for another bottle. Lillian look at him surprised. "My, my; you seem to want more milk," she teased. Georgie expressed puppy eyes at her. How could she have said no? After the eye contact ceased, she took his bottle and handed him another fresh one as she put his used one in the bag where Lillian stored the used bottle(s). Georgie got about halfway through the second bottle, which made her speechless. "His mother doesn't lactate much," she thought, feeling sorry for poor Georgie, whose diet has only had breast-milk, whereas Georgia would sometimes have fruits.
A few more Growlithe playfully walked up to her, albeit approximately two. Neither of them looked too different, implying that these two Growlithe may have been twins. Their dad has been an anthropomorphic Arcanine known as Geoffrey, a widower who is a friend of George. These male twins were a week old with a strong craving for breast-milk. Lillian gave them both a bottle, and they suckled the bottles' nipples. They needed more milk, so Lillian replaced their empty bottles with full ones in probably half a minute, which could possibly still be faster, but still worked. With half the nursing bottles needing to be washed, although after the twins were content with the bottle-feeding, Lillian gladly put the twins down. "Run along, children: I must return now," she said, carrying her bag and the cooler. The four Growlithe smiled as she then waved farewell.
When Lillian returned, Alexandre walked up to her. "How did their meals go," he asked. "Well, they tolerated bottle-feeding," she said. "All four of them," he asked. "Yep, even Little Georgie," she said as she grinned. "From the sound of it, you've done really well, Lillian," he said. "Apparently, the young Growlithe approached me alone," she said. "Lillian, I may check how their parents have been," he said to her, feeling uneasy. "I bet Madam Georgia would love your visit; in more than just one way," she joked to him. "Lillian, I want to ensure everybody's safe," he said. "Oh, my apologies, sir," she said, actually feeling bad about their parents, especially in case they were killed. "Either way, I'll likely be gone for a while," Alexandre told her.
That night, Alexandre peacefully returned. "Lillian, I've got really good news for you," he said. Lillian walked up to him confused, since he had walked in confidently. "What's up with them," she asked. "Everybody is fine," he proudly reported. "Oh, thank God that they're all right," she said. "Lillian, shall we snuggle, since we've got peace in mind," he asked. "Ooh la la! I would love that," she said. As Alex and Lillian kissed, they started some nuzzling.