The Deitz’s have a problem. They’re the happy new parents of triplet boys, but poor Nadia isn’t terribly endowed in the breast department, and she’s having difficulty keeping the hungry boys adequately fed. Then, through a friend, they meet Honey, a beautiful, busty brunette who can give them more than they ever imagined.

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The burly contractor didn’t know quite what to expect when they stepped into the site office trailer, but he never could have imagined David asking about his twin boys’ eating habits as babies.

“We’re having problems with breastfeeding. Nadia isn’t making enough, and the boys don’t seem to be able to digest formulas yet without gastrological issues.”

Hank nodded. “Yes, we had a similar problem. The twins would drink Margie dry in nothing flat.”

David blinked in surprise. “Really? I wouldn’t have thought.” He paused to frame the next query politely. “I met your wife at the last Christmas party. She looks kinda … umm.”

Chuckling behind his coffee cup, he waved away David’s apprehension. “Stacked, you mean to say?”

The architect reddened a bit. “Yes. That,” he said.

Hank set down his cup, pulled his phone from his pocket and stepped to his desk. On a yellow Post-it, he wrote a name and a phone number from his phone, then handed it to David.

David’s face screwed up in confusion again. “Honey?”

“I can’t say too much about it, for reasons you will figure out in time.” He pointed to the note in David’s hand. “What you need is a futa wet nurse. Worked out great for us.”

“A what?” David asked curiously.

Hank laughed. “A futanari.” He waited until he saw the light bulb go on over David’s head.

“You mean … one of those … people with both sets of tools?”

The stout man laughed again. “Yep, both standard and metric. And some of them can lactate without being pregnant.” He pointed to the Post-it again. “I can’t say much more, but call Honey. She’s terrific. And when you do, tell her Hank and Margie send their love.”

***

“A wet nurse? Why, that is a great idea! I did not know that was still a thing in America! When I was a girl in Prague, my mother’s neighbor was one. I have read of women here in America who pump out their extra for friends or family who need it, but I do not have any friends that are currently in my condition,” Nadia said with a bit of hope in her voice.

That’s when David told her the other half of the news. “Hank gave me this number for a … futanari wet nurse. He says she’s just amazing.”

Nadia’s face blanked for a moment. “A … futanari?” she asked incredulously. Her husband’s knowing look silenced any further query. She sat and thought for a few minutes, surprised at what her husband’s ‘problem-solving mode’ had come up with.

Finally, she shrugged. “Well, why not? Milk is milk, right? No one cares if it comes out of a white cow or a brown cow!”

David cleared his throat. “But what about some of the rumors I’ve heard about them?”

Nadia shrugged. She’d heard some of the same stories. “Let us worry about that later. The important part is getting our boys fed and sleeping well, so that we can get well ourselves.”

David nodded in agreement. His poor wife hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks, and it showed in her face and posture. “Okay, babe, I’ll give her a call.”

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