My name is Dick Sullivan, Fiore's greatest detective despite only being in my mid-20's. I was minding my own business brooding in my shadow infested office space when I was given a case. That I'm supposed to find this woman who is said to be so beautiful, everyone'd be dead just by looking at her. And from the looks of her when I looked at pictures, I could certainly see a sexy devil within those baby innocent looking eyes. Almost unperceivable, but that just means weak minded folks who aren't the world's greatest detective are blinded by her beauty. But I can see people's souls through their eyes like wide windows even with just pictures, and there's certainly something behind the cute eyes. The case: A possible link that she's bootlegging milk. Now, I'd normally consider this a waste of the clock. Alcohol is the bootleg beverage, but why milk with this one? Apparently, each person who drank it described it like it was the milk that came from their mother's bosom, the sort of nostalgia that makes you all tingly inside. There were two things off about that. We don't recall when we were babies and everyone's taste to a certain beverage is different, and yet without fail each customer says it's like their own mother made their cup, tasting like the best thing they've had since infancy. These details certainly piqued my interest on into taking the job and investigate my target. Mirajane Strauss. Fairy Tail's administrator and barmaid, as well as a pin-up model for the Weekly Sorcerer mags. I tailed Ms. Strauss to her home on a cliché cold and stormy night, somewhat protected in my noir style trench coat. Once I discovered her place of stay, that's when I finally made my move. Rapping on her door, the barmaid opened it with a confused look.

"Yes?"

"Dick Sullivan, private eye." I show her my badge. "May I come in?"

"Oh, sure. Whatever you need." Once I was allowed entry, I observed that her home looked plain and simple, not a trace of anything suspicious and noteworthy. But that could just mean this woman covers her tracks well like a fox. "Tell me, why would a detective be in my house?" I hang my trench coat on a hook of several that were near some stairs leading to the upstairs.

"You're subject of the possible crime of bootlegging the milk of your establishment. Now, normally this would be something I'd ignore and focus on actual bootleg, but I've listened to those that drank milk you brought out, and the specific details is what drew my attention to you."

"Oh, you just want to know how I get my milk for the customers." She said like I just asked her where my lawnmower was.

"Yes."

"Well, since I know you're a very busy detective, Mr. Sullivan, I don't mind showing you, and if you really like it, perhaps your private eye can look the other way? After all as you said, it's not like it's alcohol. Just milk." Ms. Strauss giggled like her bribe was as simple as a wink wink pie recipe trade. Normally I'd be suspicious since everybody claims they've got nothing to hide. Most common lie I come across. But I didn't detect any deceit in her voice. Either she's good at lying, or this really is nothing but just an unusual way of having the customers keep coming back. Given her known personality from both customer and word of fellow guild members, the latter seems more likely.

"Show me the way." I nodded. She showed me the stairs to the basement. Great. The room itself resembled a chamber, thought not of her design I'd bet, with stone floors and walls which were lit up upon our entry into it. As for what's in it, there was a single milk tank and a table. surrounding it, the center being the tank entrance hole. A chair was in front of the whole thing. "What is this?"

"Why, it's my other work station. I was personally running low on jewels so I thought of this to take in some extra dough." Her voice answers my question before I hear a poof. When I looked back, my eyes opened wide from what I saw. Her breasts, which were already large by female standards were now gigantic. They were easily twice the size of her head, and the dress she was wearing had also changed, for it was now just a white t-shirt, barely keeping those things in. White panties were the only things covering her nether regions. Walking to the table, she sat down on it. "Would you like a sample? I promise there's nothing wrong with them." Mirajane promised as she cupped and lifted her bosom, which put more stress on the shirt, just enough to cause threads to snap and pieces of flesh to bulge outward. I gulped as she giggled.

"This is your idea of a bribe?" I asked, not sure whether to believe she really thinks milk will make me look the other way. And for that matter, I'm not sure if I could resist such a temptation. Not that it mattered when she took hold of my face and pulled it into her cleavage. My face caused her shirt to split open, flooding my face with flesh. Whoa, these tits are as soft as hell! I'm not sure how much longer I could keep up.

"Bribe is such an ugly word. How about a promise after trial? If I let you play with my breasts and you love my milk, you don't say anything about this, agreed?" Before letting me answer, Mirajane started to squeeze her tits from the sides, putting more heavenly pressure around my head. It was then my shoulders became wet with something. "Oh, there's my milk. Have a taste." Once her milky nipples were shoved into my mouth, it was then that my head was filled with nostalgia. It was...it was like my mother's milk. I wanted to question this...but it was just so creamy and perfectly warm. Taking both nipples, I began to suck on them. "Ah! Having them being sucked out by a mouth feels so different than just squeezing it out!" The transformation mage cried out. "Be sure not to suck too hard, okay?" I kept alternating in between her nipples, going from right, to left, to right again, until I just took both and sucked on them, pulled her breasts. "Ah! This feels so good! Keep sucking! Drink more!" Mirajane pleaded, which I obliged by sucking even harder. "Ah, not too hard!" She joyfully cried out. "If you suck them that strongly, then I'll...I'll cum!" I thought this woman was being especially cute with how much she was saying this stuff. "You're enjoying sucking my tits too much, are you? They feel so tight. I-I can feel it! It's coming! It's coming out! It's coming out!" The Fairy Tail maid shouted as she came, her legs becoming drenched with her own juices. And mine as well to an extent. Mirajane fell forward onto me, her tits pushing further into my face. I withdrew so that I didn't suffocate. "Wow. That was...wonderful. Sooo...goooood."

"Man, they weren't kidding about your milk tasting like that of person's mother, but how do you do that? You couldn't possibly know them all."

"I assimilated a special type...of demon that has a strong connection...with motherhood. They transform into one's mother...and whoever drinks their milk tastes like the flavor their own mother has. They also don't have a physical identity of their own outside of their transformed states so I can retain my normal self while using the ability. It's something I like to call Mother Soul."

"So it's true you bootleg, but I never would've expected this."

"Yeah, but it's not like I'm doing it with...alcohol or stuff. Just milk. Perhaps you'd like another...example?" The woman eyed my erection. How could one possibly remain calm after something like this? After being laid down on the table, both of us making sure I'm not falling into the tank. Laying herself on me, I was enveloped in soft goodness as Mirajane gave me a paizuri. "I hope you can provide me just as much as I gave you." She giggled. "I'll be treating you well." As she rubbed them up and down on my shaft, she wouldn't stop teasing me. "I bet you want to cum as well, right? I can feel it starting to throb. I bet this feels really good for you. You just love big boobs, don't you?"

You want to know so bad? Why don't I show you!"

"Ah! If you grab them that much...!" Just from grabbing them, milk started spurting out again. It was getting all over my pants and dripping onto the table, but this tit fuck felt so damn good! "You're...you're milking me too hard!" She joyfully cried out, as if trying to complain but loved the feeling too much. "You're not going to leave any for the customers!"

"So what if the customers don't get mommy's milk for a day! It's your fault your tits feels so amazing!" I groaned, unable to get enough if her bosom.

"Hehe, what a naughty man, hogging up my breasts all for himself. If that's the case, I'll just make the end come shorter!" Pushing her upper body down and squishing her boobs into my pelvis, Mirajane started sucking me off, which combined with the incredible pressure of her tits, was becoming too much.

"Wa-wait! If you-" Wait, I was going to whimper like she was going to earlier. No, I need to keep at least some dignity. So despite how much I might've needed to, I grit my teeth and just went with the ride until I groaned and ejaculated into the Fairy Tail Mage into her mouth. Once she drank it all and moved away, the woman giggled.

"Good boy. You were able to mind your primal urges. Now there's just one more thing we need to do." After making sure I was recovered first, Mirajane positioned herself over the tank, her breasts hanging over the edge. Her butt wiggled at me. "We just got to put some milk in here, then I should be good for the rest of the night."

"He, I think there's a way you'll keep squirting while I pound you." I put my hands together, making a crest of magic. "Plastic Make: Cord!" To her surprise, I created a long and bendy cord of soft plastic, and yelled out once I wrapped it around her upper body. It put a mighty squeeze on her bosom, over flowing over and under the cord bound to her bosom, forcing milk to gush out continuously.

"Oh my goodness! So much pressure!" The woman gasped, and continued to do even more so as I plunged my dick into her vagina. Her breasts heaved back and forth as I screwed this promiscuous mage. "Oh goodness! I can feel you so deeply inside! I've never felt so alive before! My milk...my milk is coming out so much! It'll fill to the brim! I've never made so much at once! Amazing! We shouldn't have to worry about milk shortages for the next week!"

"Miss Strauss, I wish to rub your tits more!"

"Please, do so! More milk will come out!" She agreed. I dug my fingers deep into her flesh. I could feel her swollen milk ducts between my fingers, and made Mirajane scream whenever I squeezed them between my fingers and palms. "I can feel them! I milk ducts are being squished by your forceful hands!" Soon, we both came as I pulled out and sprayed her back with my semen, whom yelled from the climax in her nether regions and the hot goo being splattered across her butt and back. Everything turned white from what I could remember next.

"So, what do you think?" Mirajane asked me. Her boobs were wrapped in plastic wrap to keep whatever milk was left in, while also providing a good squeeze so that they didn't sag too much since they were so empty.

"I guess there's no problem." I shrugged. "It's not like anyone's getting hurt. It's just milk.

"You know, I never reached half way the tank before. Maybe we can work together once a night. You can get 1/10th of my salary, and I'm paid rather well for my position." Considering about it, being a private eye can sometimes lead to low income at times, forcing me to either have late payment warnings or small dinners.

"I'll consider it." I chuckled in response. In the business of private eyes, it pays to keep an eye out like a hawk for anything that could lead to trouble for anybody who's anybody. But sometimes, turning a blind eye wouldn't make anyone bat an eye. After all, it's just milk.

A/N: Sorry I'm late. I'm close to graduating college so things are going busy for me. I may have to go on hiatus until the summer. Don't wait up for me. Thanks.