Take Your Baby and Get Out!
By PerilEyes

Paris hated living in her apartment complex. It was run down, needed serious repairs, and worst of all the walls were paper thin. She could hear everything in the lives of her neighbours: televisions blaring, couples getting it on in bed, fights (often by the same couples who were fucking like animals), and to her ultimate dismay, babies crying. Stacy was a struggling college dropout abandoned by her parents who was living with her boyfriend who half the time wasn’t home because he was out making the money needed to support the both of them since she wasn’t working. If there was one thing she could not stand it was crying toddlers. Her next door neighbour, Karen, had her at her breaking point. Karen was a 30 something year old single who just had her first baby. For whatever reason there was no father figure in that household either. But by gosh did that baby have some pipes! Paris couldn’t get anything done. TV wasn’t an option because the crying even drowned the loudest volume setting the set had. Sleeping: a good night’s rest was a far cry from happening.
One morning Stacy (actually it was about noon, but it might as well been morning to her) had had just about enough. She had been woken up by her first semi decent nap in a long time. She put on a morning gown and marched right out of her apartment and knocked furiously on the door of her neighbour. She could hear the screaming from inside but she kept pounding the door the door until she got an answer. It took a few minutes by Karen finally opened the door. Dressed in a black silk shirt and tight jeans herself, Karen certainly was a milf. She actually looked alot like Catherine Zeta Jones: brunette, statuesque, and sporting a small breast update to Zeta-Jones’ 34C cup size. Ten years Karen’s junior, Stacy wasn’t to be out done either. At 5’6 she had to look up to her foe by a few inches, but held her own with her 34Ds. Stacy still possessed that sassy, crafty attitude about her that wouldn’t take anything from anyone. Paris shoved her way into the room and faced Karen.
“You and your stupid little kid to pack your stuff and leave this fuckin’ place!” Paris wasted no time getting to the point.
Not to be intimidated, Candice firmly countered, “Hmm, that’s an idea, now why the hell would I do that? Because a little fuckin’ girl says so?”
“Because you’re fucking annoying! All day and night: ‘waaaaa, waaaaa, waaaa’! When does it fucking end!? I don’t sleep, I don’t watch tv, I can’t even enjoy one fuckin meal in peace!”
Karen just laughed. “Oh boo fucking hoo little girl. You moved in here after me, it’s your problem. Not mine.” She confidently placed her hands on her hips affirming her position.
Paris would not be mocked, “Listen MOM, I’m not afraid to physically take you out of this place myself you don’t freely and safely get out yourself.”
The trend of the two ladies keeping their ground continue. “I may be a MOM, but this MOM isn’t afraid to teach disrespectful little bitches like you a lesson! I’ll kick your ass so hard YOU’ll be the one begging to flee the building”
“Hahaha, wow, all the mommy meds have probably gone to your head,” Paris remarked with a smirk. “You really think you could take me? That baby has softened you up, that body must so out of shape, you wouldn’t last.”
“Oh really, fuckin try me! Tonight, 8 o’clock, the gym downstairs after everyone is done for the night, just you and me. We’re going to settle this. And by settle this I mean after I kick you’re Barbie little ass I’ll throw you out on the street!”
“Hahaha, mom’s really are foolish aren’t they? I accept.” Paris was ready to take on this bitch. She look past her opponent to the whailing baby and laughed. “I hope that kid of yours is taken care of after I put you out of commission. It’d be a shame to leave such a devil child out in the cold. Ta ta for now hoe.” She slid out of room and shut the door.
Karen just shook her head. Who did this stupid bitch think she was? She came in her and threatened to kick her and her baby out? Like hell that was going to happen.
She was really fumed about this. She needed a cool down so she decided to take a nap before the battle, both to calm herself and rest her body so she had all the streghth available to her. But before she did that she took the time to make sure her baby was well nourished before she and it took an afternoon time out. She sat down, undid her robe and put the baby’s mouth to the nipple of her huge ripe mounds. “Mmm, baby likes his mommy’s milk doesn’t he? Yes he does! Don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere. I’ll make sure of it.”
She finished up and carried the baby to her room and placed it in the crib. She then went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. She came back and sat down on her bed facing the night stand. She pulled out the drawer and pulled out a tiny little prescription bottled. Sleeping pills. She dug out two little tablets and popped it into her mouth past her sensual lips. She gulped down the glass of water and set it down on the night table with the bootle. She pulled her legs into the bed, pulled up the covers and lay back on her pillow. The baby was actually quiet now and she could now let the waves of unconsciousness overcome her.
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About thirty minutes after Karen began her nap, Paris decided she had more to say to the mom. This time actually fully clothes in jeans and a halter top, she went over to the door for a second time. She knocked and knocked and knocked. But while it took a while to get an answer the last time too, it didn’t take this long. Restless she tried the door knob. It opened! She was quite shocked but hey, I guess the broad of the house was starting to lose it. What she found was rare. Quiet. She looked around the small room in front of her. To the left was a little kitchenette with rusted appliances. Moving straight ahead Paris saw a makeshift living room which consisted of a small crib, a chair, and a tiny television set. To the right in this living space was a door to the bedroom fully open.
Immediately she saw a twin bed with a sleeping form lying toward the left side of it. Up against the wall furthest to Paris was a crib with a tiny little being also asleep. She ventured to the side of the bed where the idle mom lay in dreamland. In a half whispering, half normal speaking voice (she would rather not hear those irritating cries again), she called out to Karen, “Hey bitch! Psst, hey, wake up!”
She thought to herself, “This bitch is out like a light!” Then her eyes saw the nighttable and the bottle of pills and empty glass beside it. Curiously she picked up the little bottle and read. “Hmm, no wonder,” she this time said out loud to herself. “I guess you would need these to shield yourself from demon baby over there, eh? I don’t blame ya honey.” Seeing her sleeping foe she decided she would have some fun. She put down the bottle where it was and started to pull back the covers watching the mom’s face the whole time for signs of regained consciousness. She pulled them all the way to the foot of the bed exposing the whole form to her. It was like unwrapping a present. A nice beautiful brunette vixen was beyond the confines of the bed.
In a hurried glee Paris ran around to the side of the bed and jumped stomach first on to it so she landed perpendicular to the sleeping body. It was a sinister site to take in: a youngish girl hovering over a slightly older unconscious woman. It like she was about to prey on her or something of the sort. Eyeing Karen up and down, she changed her opinion of her. This woman really WAS in tip top shape for a woman who had given birth a year or so ago! Paris was quite amazed. She needed a better look. She took the top button of her blouse (or at least the top most button, she of course buttoned it enough to expose some cleavage) and slid it out of the hole. She did it again with the next one. Normally a bra would come into view but Karen was without one. Paris did a muffled out a laugh. Number one she couldn’t believe she was undressing another woman and number two, this hoe walked around without supported! What a slut! She continued on in sequence looking over to that sleeping head every now and then. That face was exquisite too. Full lips, cute pink cheeks, aptly sized nosed, closed eyelids which housed pretty hazel eyes.
She had the blouse open and spread the two sides out exposing her breasts and midriff in full. My god was this woman beautiful! Paris couldn’t help but marvel at the site before her. Those abs were so flat that she could eat off them if sheliked. What a kinky thought, she laughed to herself. And those tits! What cannons! They were huge! Then Paris though about it, she was a mom. Those mammaries were filled with milk by the gallon! That kid must be spoiled. In an admittingly risky move Paris decided to pinch one of the nipples and sure enough, droplets of white liquid oozed out! Karen really must’ve been out because a pinch of the nip would be enough to wake any woman from her slumber. Paris laughed in amazement at what she was doing here. It was like a volcano of milk erupting out! Then she got another idea. Paris didn’t have to beat her tonight: she would let Karen’s big old breasts do herself in. Well, with a little increased help.
She got up and raced up to the bathroom also connected to the bedroom. She went to the medicine cabinet and surveyed it. She picked up a syringe and read the label. “Lactation agent. For increased milk production, insert needle into areola.” Paris laughed this time louder than before. “Perrrrfect” she said in the classic Catwoman way.
Twiddling it back and forth in her hands she ventured back to her sleeping victim. She lay down beside Karen and did as the needle said. She tugged on the nipple and inserted the juice into the breast. Then she did the same with the other. She threw the syringe on to the night table and then started to rub Karen’s tits. It didn’t really matter because nature would do its thing anyways, but Paris liked to think she was mixing up a storm. And she was. She kissed the forehead of the slumbering mom. “Well mom, this was fun, but I gotta run. Oops, almost forgot!” She redid the buttons on the silk shirt and then recovered the brunette in blankets. With a sly accomplished smile she got of the bed. She stopped by the crib and looked down at the baby. She kissed her hand and touched it. “See ya later babe. Well, actually, after tonight see ya never, hahaha,” She skipped out of the bedroom and out of the apartment leaving her foe oblivious to what had just happened
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Karen awoke hours later. It was about 5 o’clock meaning she was asleep for 4 or 5 hours. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes she felt something different. First her breasts tingled a little bit and her shirt was wet around the chest area. She couldn’t have been lactating while asleep could she? She looked to the night table and saw the syringe. “I don’t remember that being there,” she puzzled. Thinking not much of it she put it back in its place.
She spent the rest of the time stretching for the match. She had the energy she needed to compete now. She did all the training moves she did if she was at the gym: pushups, squats, situps.
But she couldn’t fully concentrate. Her breasts were starting to hurt now. It hurt to move up and down. What was the matter with her? Why was she feeling this way? Her nipples were extremely sensitive now. She squeezed one ever so slightly and it squirted out milk. That’s not good she thought. She thought about going to see her doctor over this unusual circumstance but realized if she cancelled the bout it would make her the lesser woman. Plus she was still confident in her abilities even in this state.
Meanwhile in the apartment next to her Paris was sitting smiling. She had done well this afternoon. And now she had her strategy for tonight. Enter operation breast destruction.
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At around 7:50 Karen decided to venture down to gym’s aerobic room. She saw Paris standing in the middle of the room with her hands and on her hips, with a cocky grin marking her lips. She was already ready to go in her bright blue two piece bikini. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and shoulders and breasts. She was bare foot. Just like Paris had done earlier, Karen marvelled at the toned body of the youngster. She had done well for herself. Would that mean she would give her a run for her money?
“Well, decided to detach the devil kid from your breasts and fight me? That’s a surprise! Ha!” Paris had already begun the trash talk.
Even the mention of breasts made Karen focus on the pain she was enduring at the moment. But she didn’t let her opponent know it. “Let’s just do this bitch.”
“Whatever you say milky – I mean, mommy,” Karen was a little taken back by that statement. Did she know? Again not trying to give her position away she untied the sash on her robe and slipped it off her shoulders. What lay beneath was a lollipop red bikini also two piece. Paris reaffirmed her admiration of her elder’s impressive body. Very fit. You wonder where she gets the time with the toddler around.
With neither girl having anything to say they faced off circling eachother. Paris got in the first shot as she went in for an open handed slap to Karen’s left busom. It wasn’t hard but it was enough to make the brunette recoil back in slight pain. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little tap? Hahaha,” Karen tried to mask her discomfort as best she could and again approached the blonde.
She walked up to the youngster with the intention of going for a body shot but before she could do so Paris delivered another slap to her right breasts. This time Karen showed physical discomfort on her face as she held her chest. She looked up shocked at her opponent. She was pissed off now. She took a new approach now. She put on a vicious face and started to charge her enemy despite that it would do enough damage to herself. She ran full steam at Paris. But the 25 year old was prepared for the shot and tied up the brunette mommy’s legs before she could mount anything. Losing her grounding beneath her she fell hard on her breasts. This shot now had her really shaken up and crying out in pain. Paris just laughed. “Wow, I didn’t know it would be this easy to take control! You practically took yourself out right there!”
She sauntered over and sat on the back of the now vulnerable parent. She placed her hands under the brunettes chin and began to tug with all her might. Karen cried out with the pressure now inflicted on her back. Paris then shifted her body so she could bring Karen’s arms around her own legs still maintained the clutched grip under her head. This camel clutch did the same damage as the hold before only strained the spine and upper body even more. It also benefitted Paris because she now had her opponent’s tits ripe for the taking. Taking her right hand off her chin, she moved it and clutched her right breast. She grabbed it with her whole palm with a nails digging into the bikini fabric (which there really wasn’t much of) and the flesh itself She forced into any which direction it would go: up, down, side-to-side, even in circles! “Ha! You like that bitch! She like having your precious tits contorted in every which way.” Paris mocked.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU BITCHHH! STOOOOP IT!! IT HURTS!!!”
“Hahaha, stop?! Hmm, now that’s an idea...now, why would I do that?” Paris purposely echoed the response Karen gave her when she told her to move out. A very nice touch she thought. “This is soooooo much fun!” The latter statement came out like a giddy schoolgirl. She continued to play with the mammary, moving it around, even taking shots by slapping it from side to side. Not to leave the other one lonely, she switched to the left tit and did the same. It garnered the same horrifying cries of dismay from the mom.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!! QUIT SQUUEZING MY TITS!!!”
Paris actually welcomed the request, not because she sympathized, but because she had other ideas. She got off her position off the brunette and returned to kneeling form above the mom. Grabbing Karen’s body on each side she started to rub her chest back and forth on the mats laughing hysterical in the process. After a minute of that she stood up. She looked down at the pathetic form below her. The 32 year old was clutching her beaten breasts and wailing in pain. She started to push herself up to try to escape this vicious attack. Paris shook her and emphatically stamped her foot down on her upper back. “STAY DOWN!” With pressure she twisted her foot back and forth thereby grinding and flattening her foes tits on the mat. She was humiliating her opponent now to the nth degree and she was enjoying every minute of it. This bitch was going to learn her lesson. Taking her foot off she allowed Karen to come to her hand and knees. “Owwwwww...,”she cried as again she was massaging her damaged body parts. Paris made special note that the bikini top itself was soiled slightly with lactation. With her slightly raised form, Paris saw a golden opportunity here. With a “hiyah” she ran up and punted her victim in the ribs. Karen had landed in a similar position. It was a funny site seeing her trying to console two breasts and her abs with only two hands. Paris charged up again and kicked her hard in the chest, her most impactful form of offense yet.
Karen was panting hard trying to catch her breath. She sat on her knees crying out and her breasts. Paris sauntered over. The fallen brunette looked at her as she approached and tried to muster out something. “H-H-How d-di-,”
“How did I do this to you?” Paris cut her off. “You can figure that one out I think.”
“Th-the needle...”
“Haha, yup, a little juice in those tits and you have enough milk in there to feed all the crying little runts in this building and beyond!”
“You, you, BITCH!”
“Yep, I may be a bitch but a smart one at that. Too bad for your kid, I’m not done with you.”
With that she grabbed Karen by the hair and dragged her to her feet. She then dragged her over to a wall and forcefully slammed her to the brick surface, tits first of course. The brunette grimaced in pain as she turned around. Slightly hunched over in pain like she was, the two enemies were now almost the same in height. Paris looked over her beaten opponent and started the onslaught again on the two targets in front of her. First she started with playful slaps back and forth again looking for how they moved in the bra. Then she moved on to full on jabs from below the breasts. Karen recoiled with every strike. Back and forth. Back and forth. She cried out every now and then but for the most part she was unresponsive at this point.
Paris saw this and decided to mix it up by delivering a decisive knee to her opponent’s crotch. Karen shot “awake” and let out a silent scream marked by the “O” of her mouth. “Ahh that’s better, hahaha. Actually I know something that would also make this better.” Paris said. She started to untie the knot of the brunette’s top. “No, stop, don’t..,” the mom tried to protest in vain. “Mmm, no, I’d rather not, mommy. Really sorry to break it to you...”
With that the breast assault resumed. Paris methodically destroyed the orbs in front of her. Slaps, punches, jabs, uppercuts. Those tits were pushed into every which way and then returned to how they were. She even started to aim directly at the nipple seeing it as a target of sorts. When she did, milk started to fly out. Paris laughed at the messiness of the situation. She started to sensually rub it all over her breasts. She took some on her own hand and wiped it on her own chests as a symbolic marker of her dominance over her opponent.
She then started to play with her opponent’s hair, combing it with her hands, brushing it away from her face, placing it nicely on her shoulders. “My milk, my baby, I need it for my baby...” Karen tried to muster out of desperation. “Shh....” Paris put her lips to the beaten women. She held her by the shoulders as she spoke to her. “You know, you really are milf if I ever saw one,” She leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. And then went in more forcefully. Karen protested but in her weak state she sould do nothing but take it in. Paris was in awed of this situation. How did she find herself kissing someone 10 years her senior? And not only that but a girl as well as someone she detested. Maybe it was the eroticism that came with dominating another beautiful woman? It certainly made her powerful. That episode in her bedroom and now her physical and mental domination of Karen gave her such a thrill.
She broke the kiss. She stroked the mom’s face almost lovingly. “But you disrespected me. You and your stupid kid. I can’t have that. “You need to take your baby and get the fuck out!!!”
She looked into the eyes of her soon to be former neighbour and saw the defeat and peril in those brown orbs. Karen had been defeated today. They both knew it. With that Paris balled up her fisted, kissed it, and laid a heavy one on Karen’s chin. Her head flew with impact to the side. The whites of her eyes were visible as they rolled to the back of her head. Slowly she slid down the wall to a final seated position her head slumped against her milked covered breasts.
“Oh! One final thing!” Paris ran over to the bag and pulled out a baby’s bottle. She came back to the comatose brunette and put the bottle to her left breast. Then she began to extract milk into the bottle. “That’s it, I’m milking you like the cow you are,” She filled it all the way to the top. She looked it over. “Ironic huh? I hold right here the prime weapon I used against you. Sure my fists helped, but who knew that you’d be downed by your own bodily juices?” She was right, the dispute started over Karen’s motherhood and it ended in the same way. With that she enjoyed pouring it all over the KO’d brunnette’s head.
She then refilled it a second time using the other tit as the source this time. “This,” she looked it over, “will be my souvenir.” And she walked out of the gym.
Karen sat there against the wall with her own juices covering her body. Not only that, but her defeated was more or less plastered all over the floor with the puddles. When she woke up from dreamland she made the necessary arrangements to move out.

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