The Milky Way
New comics every so often.
The Milky Way explores adult nursing relationships from the perspective of the Bibis — tiny milk spirits who live inside the lactation ducts and witness every moment of intimate connection.
They panic during sudden latches. They gossip about oxytocin levels. They achieve accidental enlightenment while clinging to smooth duct walls. They treat letdown like weather, desire like physics, and every nursing session like a natural disaster wrapped in tenderness.
One rule holds the whole thing together: the humans are never drawn. The Bibis know them only as They, and They arrive the way weather does — a temperature change, a shiver in the ducts, the occasional WHOOOSH. Gods, discussed by their groundwater.
This is lactation biology meets existential humor — the inside view of what happens when bodies choose to nourish each other.
Bibi is what they are. Port and Star are who they are — left and starboard, if you're navigating.
The Bibi on the left, if you're navigating. Larger, steadier, heavy-lidded. Watches before she speaks; when she does, the room rearranges around the sentence. Finds enlightenment at inconvenient velocities. Her composure has broken exactly once, and she maintains it was strategic.
“Judging by the temperature? Devastating.”
The Bibi on the starboard side. Smaller, quicker, permanently lit. Speaks first and apologizes for it later. Treats every letdown as an emergency while it's happening and as a pilgrimage afterward. Carries the comedy on a string, like a small balloon she hasn't decided to let go of.
“Good filthy or bad filthy?”
The two humans the Bibis belong to. Never seen — only felt, as weather: a temperature change, a shiver in the ducts, the occasional WHOOOSH. Port respects their privacy. Star reviews their decisions.
The ducts are getting crowded.
The WHOOOSH, as experienced by the residents.
The Pool Room
The room where the comedy mostly lives. Mostly milk, an unaccountable amount of light, and Port and Star trying to make sense of one another.
Why is it called the Milky Way? Blame Hera. The myth of her spilled milk is one of our Milk Memories.
Episode 7
“Nobody takes the whole thing at once.” — Frank
Episode 6
“Enthusiasm is endearing. Precision is divine.” — Frank
Episode 5
“Letdown: nature’s way of reminding us that surrender is powerful.” — Frank
Episode 4
“Some answers arrive suddenly.” — Frank
Episode 3
“Milk has its own way of traveling. Desire does too. Where one goes… the other usually follows.” — Frank
Episode 2
“Desire never really sleeps. It just waits for round two.” — Frank
Episode 1
“Words are spells. Especially whispered ones.” — Frank
Welcome to the ductal ecosystem.
Be gentle. They’re made of milk, after all.