Fun Times :)

"All I'm asking for is a little mercy! My tits are so fucking full! I'm sorry about trying to keep you from jerking off for five fucking seconds, okay? Just, please, I can't take this anymore! I need to be milked!"

I just smiled and looked over my roommate's gargantuan, swollen udders with cruel pride. I reached out for one, fingers spread as if I was about to grab hold of it, only to pull away at the last minute. My roommate groaned in frustration.

"I don't see what the big deal is," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, as if I wasn't enjoying this to the immense degree that I was. "You challenged me to No Nut November. You wouldn't take no for an answer! And, you know what I did it! Thirty days, not cumming once. I think you participating in No Dairy December is only fair! I'll let you use a set of clamps on your nipples if you need to; how's that?"

My roommate let out a pathetic whine. Stomping her foot did nothing but make her udders slosh on her chest. After a week and a half, they were painfully engorged, having gone up almost two full cup sizes just from swelling with milk. "Please! I've done almost two weeks, okay? Isn't that enough? I'm fucking desperate here! You can't imagine how this feels!"

I raised an eyebrow. My whole body straightened, looming over her at my full height. "I can't imagine? Really? I can't imagine what it's like to feel so full, like I might burst at any moment?" I took a step towards her. "I can't imagine what it's like to be swollen and leaking and needy?" Another two steps backed her up against the wall. "I seem to remember someone going out of their way to try and break my streak by walking around the apartment topless and shoving her massive fucking udders in my face while my balls swelled with a month's worth of unspent cum. But, hey, I can't imagine what you're going through at all, can I?"

For the first time since mid-October, my roommate actually looked meek. Embarrassment burned hot in her cheeks and she could barely meet my gaze. "I... I'm sorry, okay? That was unfair of me, especially for my own challenge. I shouldn't have made you do it and I shouldn't have made it so hard for you."

Her apology surprised me. She never apologized for anything. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

A light sparked in her eye as she turned her gaze up towards me. "Sooo... I can go milk myself?"

Gretta was rummaging through her old dusty photos, smirking as she came across one near the bottom of the box. "Oh I remember this..." She said, slowly getting on one knee to prop herself upright to get a better look. Aging gracefully in the eyes, but her knees might say otherwise. But a look at a photo from decades past almost made her feel young...and even more importantly, powerful again. "Hmm, back when I was just learning how to even remember the incantations...An ambitious, and impulsive witch I was..." Speaking of impulsivity and ambition, she sat down in her favorite recliner with the photo in hand, remembering how one impulse decision lead to another...The picture in her hand started to move, as if the memory was replaying itself for clarity... Years ago when she was first learning, she, like many young witches at the school would do, would try their hand at breast enlargement. However, she decided to play around and go full force, showing off her enormous bosoms out at the beach for shits and giggles. However, and speaking of giggles, she met a well-to-do couple on a beach stroll, who thought it in their best interest to start mocking the witch. Such snobs! Another passerby took this photo, the moment where she impulsively decided to get even, putting her true image at risk. ...But it was so much fun seeing the looks on their faces! Gretta kicked back in her recliner, cackling like a witch under the moonlight... -

"Careful when body shaming those with bodies 'extreme' For the next sound that echoes is your own scream Unlucky as one can be, mocking a witch With a point of her finger, quite the switch She struts and bounces away, leaving YOU obscene!"

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