"My breasts actually make tomato soup."
"Really?" asked Jon. "Is it hot, or at body temperature?"
"Its piping hot," answered Tabitha. "Just the right temperature to eat."
"Does it hurt your breasts to make hot liquids like that?" asked Jon.
"No," said Tabitha. "It seems that, while my soup is quite hot, only enough heat goes from my soup to the rest of my body to keep it pleasantly warm. Winter would be murder otherwise. No top, you know. I seem to have some sort of insulation preventing the soup from burning me at all or any excess heat from going to the rest of my body."
"Do you ever 'milk' yourself a bowl of your soup to eat?" asked Jon. "And if so, is it any good?"
"Occasionally," said Tabitha, "but by the time I get a whole bowlful, its starting to cool down and I have to warm it up again in the microwave. And, yes, its delicious; rich and creamy. But then its my breast soup, so I could be biased."
"Could I have a taste?" asked Jon.
"Go ahead," said Tabitha. "Have as much as you like." Tabitha moaned with pleasure and contentment as Jon wrapped his lips around one large nipple and began to drink hot and delicious tomato soup from the breast of his new lover.
