His breasts aren't very large yet, maybe a small handful. He Ming eyes them, trying to decide if the suction cups will attach properly.

Ah, Ilima's talking to him. "Yes, like that. Good boy." Murmuring more soft reassurances, He Ming strokes his hair as he gets some warm water from the faucet on the wall and a soft washcloth to wipe his skin clean. The suction cups are attached to one nipple at a time, each latching on with a soft hiss of vacuum pressure.

When he puts his Miltanks on milking machines, he has to restrain their heads so they don't try to pull free and accidentally hurt themselves. He Ming waits until he sees milk going through the clear tubing before he gets up, deciding not to strap Ilima down because of his belly beginning to grow.

"I'll leave you on this for ten minutes," he says, and turns the dial on the milking machine. Immediately it whirs loudly, the intensity of the suction increasing on Ilima's breasts. Rhythmic pulsations of the vacuum force draw milk from him into the reservoir of the machine. It isn't supposed to hurt, but it's also meant for use on large Miltanks.