After understanding how much magical potential there was in this closet it felt like a portal to infinite possibilities. Was the Sugar Patriarch some kind of superhero on the side? What did he need all this special gear for if he was as powerful as, or more powerful, than I was?
"Start simple," Bridgid said. "The Patriarch's tailor wove these with Sugar and Spice threads, and who knows what else? They'll interact with your own Mana, and we don't know what kind of provisions he may have had in place for someone trying to pilfer his clothes."
I nodded, eyes scanning the racks. Several of the outfits looked normal, like polo shirts and jeans. Some looked like professional grade costumes, like one that would make me look like a cowboy, and another that would make me look like a pirate. I was reminded of the person in the pirate's outfit I passed while walking over to the Hotel from the hospital.
I eyed the cowboy costume again, taking it a little bit more seriously. It included brown leather chaps, a fringed vest, boots with spurs, and a coiled rope. I could imagine the Sugar Patriarch (in my head he looked like the king of Candy Land, but I had never met the guy) donning this getup and rounding up Sugar Babies with huge breasts and bull nose rings.
"This one first," I said. Bridgid nodded in approval.
I was already naked, so there was nothing to undress. I grabbed a pair of boxer shorts to protect the clothes from my ass, and started with the chaps, the leather hugging my thighs like a second skin. After putting everything else on, I looked like I knew my way around a horse.
"Now take a look at your status, Teddy."
I complied.
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Subject: R-01917
Name: Theodore MacBride
Age: 19
Condition: Sugar Well
Sugar Level: 5,000^
Sugar Babies: None
Known Abilities: Sugar Rush, GSP
Unlocked: Lasso of Lactation
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I saw that my Sugar level kept increasing, while GSP was adding to my list of known abilities. This last section was new, though. Lasso of lactation?
My gaze locked on Torque. Between all the women present, she had the largest tits.
"You mind if I borrow her for a test?" I asked Matterhorn, the outfit's aura making my voice deeper, more rugged. I pointed at Torque.
Matterhorn frowned. "No funny business."
"Torque?"
Torque sauntered over, hips swaying, massive tits jiggling. "What'cha got in mind, cowboy?"
I uncoiled the rope, beginning to twirl it above my head. Torque just stood there observing when, with a flick of my wrist, it sailed out, looping around her waist and pulling tight. She gasped, body arching as the enchantment activate. "Oh fuck... what is—ahh!"
Her breasts swelled three sizes, nipples hardening to peaks that began to bead at the top with milk.
"Teddy, what—"
Milk began to gush out of her, and she frantically took off her crop top and jacket, leaving her with just her long, wild black hair and short shorts. The milk sprayed in creamy streams across my chest, dripping down my vest. Torque moaned, knees buckling as she lactated uncontrollably, pussy clenching visibly. "Teddy... it's too much... so good!"
"What are you doing to my girl, asshole!" Matterhorn yelled. He stood up abruptly and began angrily walking toward me, giving me traumatic flashbacks of when I was thrown out the window.
"SUCK MY TITS, YOU DUMBASS!"
Torque was staring with a furious gaze at Matterhorn.
"NOW!"
Matterhorn cupped a tit and began sucking hungrily. Warm streams hit his tongue as he sucked. Lockjaw couldn't join because of her jaw, or at least that's what she would claim, but she did assist Ironbound in taking her fill of Torque's tit milk.
For her part, Torque's face was a painting of ecstasy. Down on her knees, she allowed Matterhorn and Ironbound to take their feel. She reached down into her shorts as they sucked until finally she screamed.
"YES! YES, SUCK MY TITS. SUCK MY NIPPLES! YES!!! I'M COMING!! I'M COMING!!!!"
A final release of milk burst from her tits, covering both Matterhorn and the two Sugar Babies. She caressed both of their heads as they continued to lick and suck with subtle teasing. She continued whispering her encouragements to them while I unbound her from the rope and placed it back where I found it.
"I guess there really is something to these outfits," I said.
Bridgid began giving me a back massage. "You did such a good job there, baby. Not many men are fit to wield the tools of the Sugar Patriarch."
I turned around, pulled her waist toward me, and kissed her deeply. When I released, she looked at me curiously.
"Are you okay, baby?"
It wasn't something that I was going to be able to explain to her. Growing up, I had very little affection. Not from my parents, not from my siblings, and not from my peers at school, especially the girls. Here, however, I was a hero. And as strange and stupid as it might have been, the backrub and encouragement from Bridgid felt like a shining beacon of love and grace even in the midst of all this sexual energy and release.
"Are you sure you won't be my Sugar Baby, Bridgid?"
She continued to smile, but her eyes became sad. "It's not as easy as that, Teddy."
I knew it was true. I didn't know why it was true, but Bridgid and I had grown close over this adventure, as short as it's been, and I knew that if it wasn't true, she wouldn't have said it.
I still didn't have to like it.
I brought her in closer to me tightly, deliberately squeezing her close. It felt like however pressed up against me she was, it wasn't close enough.
"Teddy..."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I... I love you, too, Bridgid."
She smiled again, her eyes still sad, and were those tears in her eyes? She grasped both sides of my head and deepened her smile, sniffling a little before continuing.
"You don't get to say that yet," Bridgid said. "You don't know... not really..."
"But you do?"
After just a few moments she looked like she was about to answer, but then Matterhorn entered the closet. He had milk dribbling down his chin.
"There's hundreds of outfits to go through, man, let's speed up the process a little!"
I turned again to look at Bridgid, desperately hoping she'd finish what she was going to say, but she just kissed me instead.
"You keep trying things on," she said. "I'll keep looking in the back of the closet and have Princess help me if I have any questions."
"Good luck," I said pathetically.
I watched her hips sway as she walked away, and then turned to see what clothes I would try on next.