What if that trope where all the weight you gain goes to the tits…but for cock? Cram down a feast and then the term fat cock takes on a whole new meaning.
This but, but it's because you're sucking down someone's extremly nutrient rich milk. Just getting stuffed with hyper-condensed calorie packed cream.
Not able to see who the breasts even belong to because you're being smothered by breasts at least as large as you.
Feeling your stomach fill with warm goodness, but being unable to stop drinking. As if overcome by a compulsion to consume - to feed.
Completely unaware of your cock growing fater and longer, as it slides up in the cleavage of the impossibly large breasts pinning you in place.
only when you feel your partner drinking from your cock do you notice that you've been cumming, with intense force, for... minutes....hours?
...
days?
As they drink, more and more milk forces its way into you, as you are weighed down by more and more breast flesh.
No light reaches you. The only sound you hear is your own gulping, the sloshing of the udders pinning you down, and the churning of your nuts behind you.
You are a tiny spec pinned between two infinite planes. To your rear, your nuts stretch on forever. Before you, a nipple is engorged beyond comprehension.
Milk forces its way into your mouth, regardless of whether you even attempt to drink it. Untold volumes are sucked into your gullet.
You don't even remember what the sensation of breathing feels like. Just swallowing, rhthmically, endlessly, for so many years that time has lost meaning to you.
Your cock, massaged between breastflesh you'll never lay eyes on, is devoured by an entity you've never properly met. The sensation of being milked but never properly emptied would be overwhelmingly pleasureable if it weren't for the fact that every thought and desire in your mind has been replaced with the singular need to feed.
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Couple signs up for the intensive breeder program and takes to it instantly.
Contains: Breeding, hyper-pregnancy, LOTS of pregnancy, full body growth, muscle growth, extreme weight gain, lactation, talking about becoming a god of breeding, weird thoughts about breeding, breast and ass and everything expansion, also a snake furry.
Word Count: ~2850
The couple shifted in their seats, a mix of excitement and hesitation clinging to both of them. A thoroughly plain couple, one Asian man, one Hispanic woman, no modification of any nature. Average to an extent that it was boring. But here they were, across the desk of a serpent woman that could bump her head on the ceiling if she straightened up, her massive tail that made up her lower “half” piled behind her as she crossed Ts and dotted Is on the forms to enroll the two into the breeder program. Specifically the intense section. It’s one thing to have a kid every few months, maybe with some modifications to make the pregnancy easier. But the intense program was, well, intense.
It was the equivalent of ripping the internals of a car out and replacing them with state of the art specialized racing specs, but for your reproductive system. Pregnancies always of 4 kids at least, usually much more, pregnancies that last weeks instead of months, overclocked libidos and nurturing instincts just to optimize through-put. There were billions of couples and polygamists that wanted kids now, and either didn’t want the pregnancy hassle or were incompatible with each other's anatomy and unwilling to get modified. And with so few willing to dedicate all their time and bodies to the cause, there would always be room for the perverts that want to breed constantly.
“Ssssso,” the towering serpent hissed, “your formssss are in order. Everything is sssset. We can get you into the chamber and modified.” She adjusts her tortoise shell glasses. “If you have any ssssecond thoughts, now is the time to back out. Reversssing this can be… traumatic.” The pair look into each other's eyes, holding hands as they nod.
“We’re ready.” The woman says.
“Yeah, ready.” Says the man.
The serpent stamps the forms and puts them into a folder. “Your firsssst paycheck comes in tomorrow, you get one a day, of course. If there are any complicationsssss, we’re here to help.” She holds out a contact card just as plain as the couple currently was. The couple rises unsteady and exits the office. Ms. Vic takes her glasses off and pinches the bridge of her nose. She fidgets with the gauge in her cobra hood, a stim she uses only when frustrated.
She’s seen more lustful and/or impassioned people turn away. Most that fantasize about immobility under a pregnancy bump get bored, and the ones with dicks grow to resent just how much work goes into tending the chores AND relieving the constant pressure inside their balls.
Those two won’t last a month. Another sealed case to shove into the archives.
A spark of hope inside her hoped she was judging books by covers.
—--
Red clutches his face with one hand, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto the table he was bracing himself on. His quarter meter dick dumped another load onto the ground, coconut sized balls swelling just that bit larger as muscles thickened to support his new girth. His teeth were clenched so hard they might bleed, as he tried to be stoic. The sex-repressed majority of his mind had been in denial about this whole arrangement. It was good money, it was to make families across the stars, it was a moral good. All bonuses, not the main prize. The growth, the lust, the excuse to indulge in every smothered fantasy. That was the reality he was confronting alongside three dozen dreams of fathering generations.
His dick explodes, gaining ten centimeters. He fails to stop a moan quite enough to be drowned out by his gurgling balls. He couldn’t put it off forever. He. Had. To. Breed. Her.
Trish sputters, head lolling from size to side as her spine is alight like a main electrical line. Empty, that’s all she could think about. A decade of edging to images of pregnant strangers, starting with the normal pregnancy kink stuff before doing it to even the most banal photos. A decade of hiding her lust behind locked doors and under sheets, of erasing her search history. What a gamble she took confiding in her love, who simply had to be her soul-mate now.
And how it paid off!
She flexes her back as her hips pop and stretch, bone warping to widen her birth canal to make it all seamless. A part of her laments not enjoying the struggle of childbirth, the fantasy of long months of craving and vomiting, showing her dedication to her one true kink. But that was nothing compared to what she was going to do. Going to be. Her breasts, already E cups, begin doubling in size. She manages to force a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard as it swells into a nub the size of her thumb, drops of milk dancing on her tongue as she cums. Her juices arch across the room and splat on the wall, her shoulders digging into the bed. She slams a fist onto the mattress, snarling as her legs fatten into pillars of meat begging to be abused by someone as feral with lust as her.
Bones pop more as she grows bigger, taller, wider, more space for her womb, more support for her udders, more, more, more.
Red was pumping his dick like mad, accepting how it was growing in his hand, how it pushed against his fingers, how the mound of cum piled up and up, how it all made him feel better than anything had before. A connection in his synapses was made, his body stretching up with cracks and groans, his shortish one point seven meter tall frame, once shorter than his lover, was now clearing two meters without stopping. Muscles piled up just like the pool of jizz, arms that could bend metal bars exploding into existence as veins appeared across his godly frame.
Godly. Godly. Fertility God. A new kink was unlocked in this essentially a virgin man.
He snorted like a bull as he took a set towards the door, his half a meter dick jutting forward like a third leg and drooling a steady flow of seed, leaving a snail-trail as house shaking footsteps echoed out.
She heard him approach, his footsteps deafening. He slammed the door open, a hinge ripping free of the frame and making it hang loose. The light from the hallway blocked by the wall of inhuman muscle that was now her lover, her breeder, her great swinging cock. She pried open her pussy with both hands to welcome him, it gaping wide enough to easily fit a normal sized fist in it with room to spare.
He pounced like a tiger, hilting her with newfound agility. The floodgates on her milk shattered as she sprayed buckets through the air. They could hear each other's hearts swelling, beating like drums, blood rushing with such intensity it was audible, background noise of rushing liquid covered by the rhythmic claps of walls of flesh slamming into each other. Folds bloomed across her as she neared one ton in weight, mountains of padding slapping against each other in a chorus of plaps that cheered them both into animalistic breeding.
It took no time for him to cum, and even less to cum again. Her midsection grew in pace with the flood as her womb churned out eggs for her man to claim. They roared, and growled, they raked red marks on each other's skin as they clutched each other tight, as if letting go would mean death. It might as well have. This bliss was everything, their mind reknitting from the heavy modifications until breeding superseded all needs. A permanent haze of being in heat, with lust all too eager to let it happen to uncork wasted years of being locked away.
She reveled in the weight growing to be immobilizing, pelvis pinned by an ass the took up most of the bed and left her pelvis high in the air, the perfect angle to keep all his seed in, ribs half crushed by mounds of milk production that had surpassed any practical form of measurement, a womb that was bigger than both of their old selves combined. It wasn’t just that, her legs swallowed themselves, too thick to walk again, arms became too plump to move without making her a huffing mess, everything piling up and multiplying to have enough fat to sustain the broods she would create.
She wasn’t satisfied. The dreams of feeling her pregnancy bump touch the ceiling, of a dozen kicks driving her mad, of knocking the walls down in a tide of her, of flooding the house, the neighborhood, the continent, the world, THE GALAXY, EVERYTHING. Those plagued her mind. She hadn't stopped cumming for one second during this.
He flexed his upper half, hormones raging as coherent thought was blasted into impossibility. He wasn’t a person, not for now. He was breeding stock, he was fertility, he was the concept made flesh in divine form. He flexed every muscle just to feel veins bulge. Greedy hands sunk into pillowy ass, deep enough to disappear. He grunted and huffed, eyes locked onto her wobbling sea of fat, her face contorted in mind breaking bliss, eyes rolled into her head. He wanted her bigger, he wanted to be bigger. This wasn’t enough, he deserved better, they deserved better. He wasn’t a lonely God, this was a two member pantheon. The thought made his balls empty in one spray strong enough to blast through a concrete wall, his lover wailing as it pounded her deepest parts and spurred on yet more growth. They refilled and overflowed in seconds.
Why be a two God pantheon? A three, a four, a ten, hundreds, thousands, multiplying and growing around him, mountains of fertility piled high and eternally cumming as they screamed for him ONLY HIM. Millions, he would fill planets with his legacy and become a legend to rival any being. A towering pillar that was above the clouds, drowning countries in shadow and spraying sticky rain onto eager cities, mere contact blessing the masses with his next brood.
The two were in one twisted mind. Something primal sparked alive, not of magic or psychic nature, simply of the beauty that comes when great minds think alike. They locked eyes over the swell of her in the last moment they could.
“More. Bigger. More. Bigger.” Their voices deep and rumbling, shaking dust in other rooms off shelves. Her expanse blocked their vision of each other, but it didn’t matter. Their eyes stayed locked. “MORE. BIGGER. MORE!” A burst of her growth made him brace against the floor, his feet sliding across it and tearing up the wood. His head cracked the ceiling as he spiked in size in response to her, his tree trunk dick bigger than she once was. “BIGGER. BIGGER. ALWAYS!” Two minds went blank as the beasts, the Gods, roared.
The bedroom windows crack from their volume, the noise snapping the drowned normalcy in the two of them onto the surface.
Trish spoke first. “Oh fuck.” She said in the voice she had before all the excitement.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re getting paid enough to cover much more than that. Although I think we need to be somewhere more… spacious.” He looked off to the sides, noticing the hills of breasts that were almost touching the walls, and how his back was touching the one behind him. He could feel the drywall crumpling a bit as it relaxed. A dull pounding was in his head, like a mild hangover. “You feel OK?”
“I feel like a cavity that’s just been filled.” She tried to move an arm to rub her boulder of a pregnancy bump. No luck considering the bags of fat on it and the breast atop it. “This was perfection.”
He chuckled, rubbing a hand on his chin. It was a lot sharper than before, with stubble on it. “I’ll have to shave.” He noted in his mind. He tried to pull out of her, the wall behind making that impossible without impromptu demo work. He barely took a step back and the wall crumbled down, a massive breeding monster sized hole now leading into the hall. He had to touch the other side of the hall and crack it to pull all the way out, the slick pop it made causing them both to moan and go weak kneed.
“Holy, fuuuuck. You’re so, so, so much.” Lust was rekindled as she swelled that bit bigger. “I-I need a toy, a massive fucking toy. I can’t bear this emptiness.”
“Got it. I’ll find one. Probably gonna need it custom made.” He said the last part under his breath. Looking down he saw the uneven flow of cum leaking from her destroyed hole. It was getting everywhere. He was reminded of the mess he made before. He exhaled as he remembered the pamphlet that emphasized the amount of work he was going to be doing as the mobile partner. A part of him was concerned, the rest thrilled at the constant proving of his dedication to his Goddess of fertility.
He lumbered over to the closet, punching footsteps into the wood flooring. Another mental note to get reinforced everything in the new place. He’ll need a list. He pulls the mop inside out, realizing he easily holds it on one hand, like how one could hold a flute.
He laughs at the realization of just how intense all this was, and how something so mundane put it into perspective.
—--
Ms. Vic grunts as she pushes open the massive metal doors that lead into the warehouse-looking home. Bi-Monthly inspections were her favorite part of the job, and the Kriegs were her favorite and star cases. She had never been so happy to have been so wrong. The second she slithered inside she could hear the loud slapping of the lovers breeding. A smile and a pleased hiss marked her unrepressed pleasure at seeing people indulge while doing good.
She rang the large bell by the door. Red installed it just so visitors could alert him. The wonderful noises stopped, and thundering footsteps approached her in the expansive living room filled with metal furniture much too large for elephants. The five meter behemoth that was Red rounded a corner with his shoulders grazing the walls, his dick belching cum at the sight of her. She bit her lip as she imagined what his mind thought upon seeing her.
“Ms. Vic! I forgot you were coming today. I always get mixed up for a few days after birth. Lotta delicate things that need tending to.” His voice rattled her, rolling like thunder.
“It’sssss OK, dear. I take no offense. You two are always so busssssy. It’s admirable.” She could not take her eyes off him, they drifted from his dick to his chest to his beaming smile high above. She felt empty in her womb. He didn’t need any pheromone mods to induce that in her. “I’m not just here for regulationssss.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve been sssssso productive over the months. I’m here to congratulate your fiancé. Sssssshe has surpassssed one thousand children at lassssst.” Her serpent lisp always acted up something fierce when she was worked up. Empty. So empty. She was a part time member of the program…
“That’s wonderful! Trish tries to keep track but uh, numbers are hard when you’re mid orgasm. And she’s almost always mid orgasm, if not from the toy then from the pumps.” Ms. Vic was suddenly aware of the rhythmic chugging of engines in a distant room. She’d heard them before, but they were faint enough that her distracted mind tuned them out. “I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you.” The giant fidgeted for a moment, as if he was not a man so comically built to breed like an animal that he could uproot trees with ease and was instead a meek little boy. God, he was pathetic while built like that, a lethal combo. “You know, the offer is still on the…”
Fuck it. It was a milestone. A cause for celebration. “Sssssure, ssssstud. I accept your generousssss offer.” The giant gave an eager smile with glittering eyes, his dick belched cum in an arch over her.
An hour later, the inspection was done, and a heavily bloated case worker slithered through the massive metal doors. Her clutch filled womb dragged along the ground as she leaked cum. She made a mental note to do this again. And again. More. More. Bigger. Bigger.
She shook her head. Those two were a terrible influence.
She couldn’t wait to return. Maybe sooner than two months.
You ever think about cumming during cock growth? Like, with each cum shot they grow, so it's like this doubling down on pleasure (I imagine cock growth being pleasurable)
Growing feels so good it makes you cum without even needing to touch yourself.... but its the orgasm, itself that triggers growth in the first place.
So you grow more. And cum more. And grow more.
The more you grow the larger your cum shots get. Oceans of seed from your continent sized nuts that churn and grow.
At some point you're going to be cumming while already in the middle of your last orgasm. From there everything will rapidly spiral into layered orgasms which trigger more and more as your brain melts into mindless pleasure and growth.
I want to be in a hucow gloryhole. My udders will be pumped nonstop and my lower body will be fixed so all I can do is moo and cry and struggle as load after load is fucked into me, sometimes using all 3 holes at once. If I struggle too much, the pumps are turned up higher until I'm begging to be fucked and bred to distract from how much my teats hurt. If I'm good, then I get to cum until that's unbearable too but I can't say stop because all I know is moo. Eventually I'd be so covered in cum, pumped and fucked out that I wouldn't even be able to remember that. And that's when the line to use me would triple in size.
I wonder how becoming a Hucow would work for me, especially since I'm a scrawny male twink, cause being a mindless moo'ing slut ready to be breed, doesn't sound half bad.
Hm? What do you mean put on this cowbell and see? I'll trust you but don't see what-Mooo, huh, I mean I don't see what good that would do...
Oh, you have no idea how good it will feel, my sweet little heifer. The bell doesn't just ring, darling. It reminds. It reminds you of exactly what you are.
-RING-
That's it... let the noises slip. Let the thoughts drain away until there's nothing left but the urge to please and the need to be filled. A scrawny little thing like you... so empty, so ready to be filled with something more substantial. Can you feel it? The slow drip of milk filling your tits? Every ring adds another liter…
-RING-
See how your mind fogs when the bell chimes? See how the only thing that matters now is the sound of my voice and the weight of your new udders? You don't need to think anymore. Thinking is for people. You are cattle. For you, there is only the bell... and your Master.
-RING-
Now... let me hear it again. Show me how much you enjoy being my mindless little pet. Moo for me, darling.
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💭 Racing against the clock to return home before your rapid pregnancy immobilizes you
Lol getting into my car with a singlet preg belly full term. Only my seat belt only gets tighter and tighter around my slow but continuously expanding belly and tits. Gurgles and sloshing from breast milk and probably pregnancy fluids loud enough halfway through the drive home I can no longer bury the sounds underneath the radio. Especially not when I can physically feel the milk building in my sports bra straining udders with every slight bump of the wheels. Not when I can physically feel my belly rumble unhappy to be subject to sudden father status.
By the time I get home my belly is digging into the steering wheel and I have to fight to get the seat to recline to the furthest it can go so I can shimmy my way out of my car. I'm stuck on shaky legs when I stand and pounds of milk and babies in my womb drop with gravity and almost send me right to the floor. I barely get the door open before my sports bra rips, and milk starts spilling down my straining and struggling now crop top of a shirt. Belly button becoming swollen and popped out right as soon as the door closes behind me. Belly gurgling while I'm panting. Viens starting to speckle across my skin.
Barely managing to get to sit down before groaning when I can feel my belly expand to grow another inch. I've got who knows how many brats stuffed in my womb- and who knows how many more before my stomach and tits stops straining to hold everything...
so its pretty common for body builders on steroids to develop gynamastica and even start lactating due to the estrogen conversion, so i keep having a fantasy of helping a gym buddy with his butt shots but purposely overdoing the doseage so it converts and then convincing him to let me suckle from his teats while he gets embarrassed
Hhaha if only-
I don't have good genetics, but I wanna get bulky so I get on that shot- I got great gains and found out you also did it, so we start doing each others shots for simplicity sake. Then you give me a higher dose because you think my muscles would look fantastic alongside a heaving milk stuffed pair of tits. I get better and better gains and more masculine but then my chest gets fatter and fatter- then I have to buy myself a sports bra- which annoying but I know that was one thing that could happen on the shot so I can't be too upset about it.
Then it happens.
It being you do my shot giving me a huge dose that I didn't need and I'm doing barbell lifts. And as soon as the bar gets over my head, my tits just start spraying fat heavy doses of milk right through my shirt. I almost drop the bar on my foot and rush back into the men's locker room, trying to foolhardy stop the milk spilling out of my fat chest. You get rock-hard over the sight and follow me back into the locker room.
"Don't laugh-" I muttered my arms across my chest. And slowly pull my hands away to revel my now soaked in breast milk tank top. Your mouth is already watering, and you force yourself to swallow and say what's on your mind. "What- what?! Dude, no- just -" You tell me it'll be easier if you just helped me get rid of all the milk. "Fine- fine! Just-" I sighed "Just don't make a habit out of it or anything..." and I yank my shirt and sports bra up, making my fat udders fall out, and you latch onto one of my teats. Swallowing down mouthfuls of man milk.
Little did I know that after that, we wouldn't go a single workout session without you emptying out my fat udders. Your own efforts lead to my tits getting even fatter and fatter, and then I have to buy a new sports bra when mine actually snaps when I do the barbell lifts again! It even gets to the point that my fat engorged nipples just start gushing milk whenever I see you-! So now I can't stop-! Since I can't work out if my chest is audibly sloshing breast milk everywhere! Just empty my tits already!
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Waitress really wondering if the pay is worth all the requests she gets for fresh milk in the coffee.
Julie sat on the wooden stool, arms crossed over her chest and legs crossed to match, as the familiar scent of coffee floated into the back room from behind the bar. Her fingers drummed on her arm as she watched her coworker tinker with the small machine, occasionally glancing at the hose that stuck out from one side. Her nipples stiffened despite herself, acting on memory and instinct.
"This is entirely unfair, you know." She reached up and brushed her black-and-purple hair out of her eyes. "I have a degree! I shouldn't have to do this. It's discriminatory, is what it is! Just because I'm the only woman at this shop, doesn't mean I should have to go through... Through... This!" She gestured angrily at the pumps before crossing her arms again, huffing defiantly.
Harrison took a deep sigh, mentally preparing himself to have, yet again, the same conversation he had with Julie at least twice a week. "You're right. Sure! You're absolutely right. Sorry, you're the only one with actual tits here. Maybe you should have done what I did and had yours chopped off before you started working here." He leaned over the pump, featuring at the frustrated barista, wrench in hand. "But you didn't think about that before you signed the agreement, did you? You just saw 'employee will earn 90% of tips on all orders containing Fresh Milk™' and you signed on the dotted line." A sly grin crept over Harrison's lips. "Not to mention, I don't hear you complaining when I flip that little switch." He cleared his throat and raised his pitch, letting his eyes cross and his tongue loll out. "Oh! Yes! Ah! I'm m-making so much milk! It's sucking so hard on my thick, juicy udders!" As his grin returned, wider than before, he gave his now deeply blushing coworker a wink and a kiss. Julia, cheeks near bruising, huffed and turned her head.
"W-whatever. Shut up. Can we just get this over with? I'm just about full to bursting with Company Resources over here and I'd really like to not soak through my clothes."
His grin fell to a subtle smirk as Harrison returned his focus to the machine in front of him. "Fine, fine, I think I'm done with the capacity upgrades, so we should be good to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's popular stuff, I guess." His hand wrapped around the hose near where it met the machine and dragged along its length, finding the suction cups on the far end. With his free hand, he flipped the switch on the machine and it whirred to life, Harrison testing the suction in the cups with his thumbs. "All set on my side. Your turn, Bessie."
Julie resented the nickname, however fitting it might be. Little grumbles bubbled out of her as she lifted the steps of her apron over her head and let it fall forward. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, the struggle made more difficult with how tight they were pulled. The temptation to say Screw It, slip her fingers into one of the diamond gaps, and pull until buttons scattered across the floor grew stronger as her frustration mounted. The only thing that kept her grounded was the thought that, if she got any bigger, she wouldn't even need to use her hands. She closed her eyes, steeling herself against any comment Harrison might make about the fact that she was wearing a nursing bra, having to find the corner clasps in the dark before peeling down the cups of her bra.
Harrison swallowed. God, Julia's tits had become massive. He had noticed they were big early on, in a random moment when Julie smoothed down her apron over her stomach, but they had easily doubled in size since then. He didn't know how big the bra was, potentially in the K-cup range (appropriate, for a coffee shop) but with the way her tits bulged around the straps, deep red lines left in Julie's pale skin, he could tell that it wasn't enough, especially when she was engorged like this. Her nipples had to be as big as two of his fingers put together, swollen both from the growth and from Julie's regular milking. A quiet ahem! snapped Harrison out of his daze and brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He tried and failed to keep his hands from trembling as he brought the suction cups towards Julie's nipples.
"Well? You waiting for an embossed invitation? Get those things on- OOUUGGHH! Fuuuuuck!"
The suction dragged Julie's nipples into the cups, milk rushing out from her swollen tits. She doubled over, her hands gripping her knees until her knuckles turned white. As shameful as it was, the pleasure that washed over her made Harrison's teasing expression remarkably accurate. "Oh God... What did I let them do to me... They gave me these huge fucking udders!"
Harrison quickly rushed over to the door, slamming it shut in an effort to keep Julie's erotic rambling from reaching the customers.
"They turned me into a cow! I was supposed to be an artist! This was supposed to be a survival job! And now I have these massive milkers!" Julie thrust her chest forward, throwing her head back. Blush crept into Harrison's cheeks as he watched his objectively very pretty coworker in the throes of passion. Milk rushed into the cups and down the hose, filling the canister stuck into the side. Even with the capacity upgrades, it seemed to be filling awfully fast. A moan from Julie brought Harrison back to the show she was putting on. Her hands gripped the sides of her swollen breasts, squeezing to encourage her milk to flow.
"Mmmf, fuuuuuck, my tits are so fucking big! I make so much milk! I'm a fucking COW!" Harrison braced himself for the moan that he was sure would follow, but it didn't come. Julie's eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped open. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips. But no sound came out, her throat too tense from the orgasm that was overwhelming her. The pumps just barely kept the suction cups from filling with milk, whisking it away as fast as it could.
Finally, Julie collapsed. As the orgasm faded, it took her strength with it. She slumped forward, breathing heavily, hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Harrison wanted to comfort her or at least check if she was okay, but he was worried she might topple over entirely. He tried to distract himself from his own arousal, checking on the pump to make sure it was still working, checking the milk in the tank, all the while he kept glancing back at Julie, waiting for her to snap out of it. As the flow of milk waned, turning to a trickle, he flipped the switch and shut it off. Soon, all that was left was the sound of Julie catching her breath. His finger traced over the side of the tank, dragging along the volume markers to find just how much had been pulled from Julie's tits.
"Uh oh."
Julie's head snapped up, her voice hoarse from her erotic outbursts. "Uh oh? Uh oh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Julie's gaze was fierce and furious and Harrison could barely meet it. "W-well, uh... The capacity upgrades were mostly to make sure we weren't missing any. Demand for your milk keeps going up and we keep running out and-"
"Just spit it out! What does-"
"You're not making enough milk."
The words hung in the air, both of them slightly stunned by the revelation.
"...What?"
"T-to meet demand. Sales have been so good and I'm sure you've seen your tips go up, but we keep running out. I was hoping we'd get more with a bigger tank, but it's still not enough." Harrison let his gaze drift down to Julie's chest before looking back up at her stunned expression. "And, well, in the contract-"
"I'm going to have to go bigger, aren't I?"
Harrison's mouth opened, only to wordlessly close again, nodding his head. Julie looked down at her gigantic udders, trying to picture how much bigger they could really get. The answer sent a shudder down her spine, but she had no idea how much of it was fear and how much of it was arousal.
Why didn't you want your udders to get bigger? You love being hucow and that means big udders.
You probably wish you were a mindless hucow right now, don't you? Just being bred and milked all the time
it’s just so humiliating going through daily life getting wet whenever my big tits and oversensitive nipples get stimulated somehow… i feel like such an idiot cow and it makes it hard to focus on anything when all i can think about is how good my udders feel when i pump them more frequently and they swell bigger and bigger… if i was mindless it would be so easy to give in
