Here at Growing Acres, we understand that bigger isn't always the most convenient. Our community is built around making your day a bit easier. Our staff will always be on call, whether it be draining your cantaloupe-sized nuts or stuffing those glorious cheeks into clothing. Experience a growing, welcoming community.
"Gooood morning, Sophie! I've got your breakfast right here! They tried to tell me they were all out of watermelon, but I know that's your favorite, so I—"
Madeleine froze. The tray slipped from her fingers clattered to the ground at her feet.
After working at Growing Acres for almost six months, Madeleine thought she had seen everything: tits stuffed into bras with more clasps than she could easily count, doors that seemed comically wide until she saw the hips they were designed to fit, tanker trucks carting off enough cum for her to swim laps in and the balls that supplied it all. Truth be told, her attraction towards the absurd was what drew her to working at Growing Acres to begin with and, while she hadn't grown tired of seeing huge cocks and absurd asses and lips that covered faces, the novelty of the sight before her sent a flare of arousal through her that she was surprised that she missed.
As per her official designation in her Growing Acres file, Sophie was a Milker. While that didn't always come with a pair of gigantic tits—Penelope down the hall was proof of that, with a pair of C cups that could outproduce actual cows—Sophie certainly did. Madeleine had grown accustomed to their size, in a sense, though she did often marvel at their sheer enormity. If she had entered and Sophie was merely large, it would have been business as usual, nothing worth commenting on. What stunned Madeleine into dropping her jaw and her tray was the fact that, while one of Sophie's tits was its normal, huge size, the other one wasn't. It had to be at least double, maybe even triple the size of the first.
A groan from Sophie snapped Madeleine out of her daze. "Fuck, sorry! Sorry, I just..." She trailed off as she carefully stepped over the mess at her feet. She'd have to go back and get another, but first she had to figure out what was going on! She walked up to Sophie's bedside, gasping in sheer awe size of the tit in front of her. Massive tits were not new to her. Growing tits were familiar, perhaps even quotidian. In her half a year at Growing Acres (and more than a little 'personal research' at home), Madeleine had never seen anyone grow this big, this fast. Sophie's moans and shallow breathing made the gigantic tit wobble hypnotically, sloshing on her chest. A trembling hand reached out to perch on top of it.
Like touching a hot stove, Madeleine jerked her hand away at the sound of Sophie's moan. Even that tiny bit of pressure had caused the Milker to cry out. Trying to remain professional, Madeleine resisted the urge to smell her hand, the sensation of Sophie's soft skin still lingering.
"Fucking hell, Soph. What happened to you..."
As soon as Madeleine asked the question, she got her answer. It came in the form of a subtle, rhythmic hissing. For a Milker Suite, this should have been background noise, but something about it seemed... off. Slowly, Madeleine made her way around to the foot of the bed and that's when she saw it.
"Oh, you poor, poor dear..."
The 'smaller'—though, at a size that doubled the average of any room she entered, the word hardly seemed to apply—of the two breasts sat just as it should, an industrial pump steadily sucking away at her leaking teat, whisking away what had to be pints of her milk every few minutes. The other pump, however, sucked at nothing, still keeping its steady pace, but with nothing to pull on. At some point in the middle of the night, it must have popped free. Just a few hours of not being milked had inflated Sophie's other tit to obscene proportion. Fighting the arousal that burned inside her, desperate to remain professional, Madeleine grabbed the pump and tried to fit it to Sophie's nipple. It had swollen in the night and it was a tight squeeze, but after a few moments of struggle, it slipped inside. Sophie moaned, arching her back, the closest thing that Madeleine would get to thanks until the pressure in her tit went down.
Madeleine bit her lip. She knew that Sophie was close to maxing out the capacity of the pumps. She was due for an upgrade sometime in the next month or so. With how much she had swollen and how much she produced, it would take hours for her to be sucked back down by the pumps. Madeleine had to help! That's what she was there for! The fact that her panties were soaked and clinging to her at the thought of Sophie's gigantic, overfull milktanks had nothing to do with it.
The aide returned to the side of Sophie's bed, reaching out to stroke the hair of the overwhelmed cow. "Sorry in advance, Soph... This is going to be a bit uncomfy, but I promise it'll help." The milker shot Madeleine a confused look, though it was unclear if she was confused by what Madeleine was suggesting or if she couldn't understand anything at all in her worked-up state. Madeleine kissed her fingertips and pressed them against Sophie's cheek.
Sliding down the side of the bed put Sophie's tit directly in front of her. God, it seemed even bigger now, even with the pump sucking away on it. Madeleine took a deep breath, pushing her B-cup breasts outward, and let out a long sigh to steel herself. "...here goes nothing..."
With that, Madeleine leaned forward and laid herself over the gargantuan tit. She lifted up onto her toes to put as much of her bodyweight onto the breast as she could. A mixture of pleasure and pain ripped from Sophie's throat. Madeleine tried to calm her. "I know, cutie. I know. But it'll all be over soon." At the very least, Madeleine was gratified to hear milk gurgling down the tubes towards the tank. It was working.
Twisting her body slightly, Madeleine reached one arm over the massive tit while the other snaked underneath. She looked into Sophie's glassy eyes, nearly rolled back completely in her head. Another deep breath and Madeleine squeezed. She squeezed as hard as she could, squeezing until her arms trembled from the effort. Sophie cried out in pleasure, arching her back. Trying to stay on top of Sophie's breast reminded the aide vaguely of a birthday party she had gone to at a western-themed restaurant. She had only managed a few seconds atop the mechanical bull, but she was determined to stay mounted on Sophie for as long as it took. She relaxed and squeezed, relaxed and squeezed, almost bouncing on top of the tit. Rolling her hips against it send pleasure beyond imagine through Madeleine's slender body.
Bit by bit, the enormous stockpile of milk began to lessen. Madeleine could feel the tit shrinking in her grip. Slowly, the flow of milk evened out and the breast returned to its normal, albeit still enormous, size. A deep ache ran the length of Madeleine's arms, weakening them. As she tried to right herself, leaning on a hand placed at the edge of the bed, she nearly lost her grip and plummeted down onto the soft tit again, quickly savoring the soft, milky pillow. Eventually, however, Madeleine managed to pry herself away from it and look down at her handiwork. She was proud that she had been able to help. She was horny for, well, for obvious reasons. A trembling hand reached up and pushed the hair matted to her forehead out of the way. A few deep breaths did little to slow her beating hear, but at least she managed to catch her breath. She looked at the blissed-out Milker and smiled, taking a moment to smooth out her uniform.
"Well, uh... glad we got that resolved! Just an example of, er... excellent customer service here at Growing Acres!"
Madeleine winked at Sophie. A dazed smile curled on Sophie's lips that made her aide's heart flutter. She swallowed, trying to collect herself.
"Anyway, let's get you that breakfast, hm? You gotta keep up with your diet so you can keep making all that milk~"
germansingergirl
pixelskylines
romaincrisis
areudirty
origamiaround
gracieabrams
vaporwave
kianamaiart
