Grunge

"Hey, know how you said I can't swallow your loads because they'd make me taller like your ex-girlfriend?"

You nodded as you gulped, unsure of where I was going with this

"Well.... I've been thinking about it nonstop lately..... like, why is she the only one that gets to be that big? *I'm* your girlfriend now, shouldn't I be at least her size? 😜"

*30 Minutes Later*

"Wow everything looks miniature now, this is wild!"

You marveled at how I made the queen sized mattress look like a large dog bed, my new height apparent even from a seated position

I turned to look at you, sizing you up and down, "I think I'm as big as her now, but just to be sure... 😈" And you gulped again as I crawled toward you, pinning you down beneath my newly added weight

“Oh my god how are hard again??? Fine, slide it in 🥵”

I had been teasing you off and on for days, and to the point where your balls looked swollen and gigantic, and your dick was constantly hard! But you knew it would be worth it, since I promised you could unload every last drop onto my tits and make them as huge as possible 😜

Needless to say I was a little disappointed when your first load was only average size…. But then you were almost immediately hard right away? So then I jerked you off with my boobs again…. And somehow the second time you came even more?? 😳

Now my engorged chest spread out like two massive dough balls as I absorbed your 3rd load, and mentally prepared for how big I’d be after a 4th….

It started harmlessly enough while out with friends and enough booze was flowing to overwhelm one petite woman's filter entirely, "we all get that you're the biggest but you're starting to look like something from my man's search history... did you grow again since we left your place earlier?" It was true, you were the biggest and had been for some time now but casting a cursory glance down into your exaggerated cleavage even you had to admit, it was more than you expected and certainly more than you typically flashed.

Just like that, the following weeks became a blur of posting selfies and bra try-ons in a well meaning attempt to document and prove to your friends that they're not crazy or seeing things (with perhaps a splash of self indulgent showing off for your own benefit). Different outfits, different poses, from different angles day after day "for posterity's sake" until today; "uff wait,,," even you had to admit that you really and finally could not fit yourself into the same frame that had worked so well previously. You set your phone down in the same place and at the same angle only to feel a flash of heat as you found yourself having to stoop and relocate the camera while you tried to stand a little farther back. Multiple unsuccessful attempts to take the same shots as a few days ago left a sheen of sweat on your chest that announced itself with every one of your exasperated exhales that landed on it.

I love the creative positions when there’s such a big size difference! 😍😝

Anyone wanna help me test this one out? 😏

Several long, slow blinks did little to clear the bleariness from her eyes or the hazy hangover that pounded against the inside of her head. Trying her best not to be overwhelmed by the bright morning light, Eleanor dragged her gaze up and down the length of the chipper woman standing in her doorway. Her grasp on reality was, at the moment, tenuous at best and she simply couldn't process what she was seeing.

The woman was not a tall woman. Eleanor wasn't tall, either, only reaching 5'4 if she put all of her energy straightening up her posture, but even hunched over as she was, the woman at her door was a good six inches shorter. Her blue eyes shone with an energy that Eleanor almost found insulting and her long, dark hair shimmered as loose curls caught the morning sun. Two things stood out the most about this mysterious and chipper visitor. Beyond her short stature and her big smile and the kind of attitude that ought to be a crime this early in the morning—it was almost 11, but it had been a late night for Eleanor, even if she couldn’t remember it—the most obvious thing about this woman was her gargantuan breasts.

They were easily the largest Eleanor had ever seen, each one nearly doubling the size of the woman's head and a far cry from Eleanor's nearly completely flat chest. Their heft was obvious and every small movement that the woman made, even the tiniest twitch, sent ripples across the acres of soft, supple flesh that stuck out in front of her. Eleanor raised an eyebrow at the deep line of cleavage, instinctively feeling herself drawn in to the darkness and the warmth that she was sure lurked inside. They didn't just look big, though; they looked full. The words 'swollen' and 'engorged' floated through Eleanor's mind, conjured effortlessly by the woman's massive bust. The only thing that was more remarkable than the gargantuan tits in front of her was the fact that they were held in a garment that was, somehow, both extremely appropriate and alluringly inadequate: a cow-print bikini that was clearly three sizes too small when she put it on, now even smaller with how much her breasts had swollen. Eleanor suddenly realized that she had been gawking at the woman's tits for far longer than anyone would consider appropriate, though understandable, given the circumstances. She swallowed to wet her throat, licking her dry lips, but her voice still came out in a hoarse whisper. "Who, uh... ahem, sorry, uh, who are-"

The woman struck a pose. She put her weight on one foot, sticking her other leg out at an angle, and thrust a thumb against her chest just below her collarbone. "It's me! Your milkmaid! You placed an order and I'm here! You can call me Daisy! Would you like the deluxe experience or the manual experience?"

Eleanor winced. She wasn’t just cheery; she was loud. "An order? You must have the wrong- I didn't place any order. Especially not for, er…" Her words didn’t quite fail her, but Eleanor lacked the conviction to say them aloud.

The woman's brow furrow. Without hesitation, she shoved a hand into her own cleavage. Her breasts sloshed and jostled. The brazenness alone, regardless of the eroticism on display, was enough for Eleanor's jaw to drop open. A moment later, a triumphant smile perched on Daisy’s face as she drew her phone out from her bosom. The black case carried a sheen of sweat, betraying just how warm it had been deep between those breasts. Daisy tapped on the screen, her eyes scanning over it with a look of intense concentration. Finally, she let out a victorious "Ah-hah!" and turned the phone around to face Eleanor. "Order placed at 1:37am this morning, by one Ms. Eleanor Holt, requesting service to this address! I assume that's you?"

Warm embarrassment crept into Eleanor's cheeks as she looked at the reservation. Oh, god, just how drunk had she been? It was her information, no doubt auto-filled from her own phone, but the comments section made her wish for a swift end:

plz send bigest boobbioes you got! El wan millky!!1!

The gears turned slowly in Eleanor's mind as they fought through her hangover. There wasn't any denying it; she had clearly placed the order in what she could only assume was a fit of drunken desperation. A small part of her did find herself enticed and intrigued, maybe even enough to- No. Eleanor shook her head. Those kinds of fantasies were meant to say just that: fantasies. She had to send this woman away before she really embarrassed herself.

Just as she was about to open her mouth again, Daisy cut in, holding up a single finger. "As a reminder, a cancellation with less than one hour’s notice will result a full charge to the credit card on file." Eleanor's mouth shut tight and she swallowed. Daisy giggled and let her well-practiced customer service voice slip. "Listen, cutie. You've already got me. Why don't you let me in and we can have a little fun, hm? I promise, you're going to enjoy yourself. I'll make sure of it."

Without the veneer of professionalism, such as it was, Eleanor found herself strangely enamored with the busty woman and, even before she had made a decision, she was already inviting Daisy into her home. Seeing anyone in her apartment aside from her own reflection was a strange sensation, but Daisy in particular seemed strangely incongruous amid the mess and the darkness. Her presence felt wrong. Women that pretty, that sexy, looked out of place in the testament to loneliness that was Eleanor’s home. She didn't mind it, though. If anything, seeing Daisy's tits bounce with her footsteps reminded Eleanor of countless videos she had seen online, some replayed dozens of times; seeing it in person was, however, a uniquely thrilling experience.

A sudden clap snapped Eleanor to attention, looking up at Daisy as the cow spun around. The momentum carried Daisy's breasts a little bit further even after the rest of her body stopped. Daisy's bikini once again proved its own inadequacy as the monstrous breasts settled on their own a few seconds later, though Eleanor suspected more and more that such a display was rather the point. With renewed excitement, Daisy rubbed her hands together. "Alright! Let's get started. Now, you have a choice to make. Would you rather have the manual experience or the deluxe experience? I will say that the deluxe experience does come with an extra $30 charge so-"

Eleanor cut her off with a dismissive wave, her cheeks slightly reddened. "I'll just do the manual! Since, uh, I've already kind of paid for it, right? N-no need for anything fancy." She didn't want to sound too eager, still a little overwhelmed by what this all meant. She didn't even know the difference between the two options; that information was lost in the drunkenness of the night before and she didn’t feel like she could ask without embarrassing herself further.

But Daisy made no judgement. She just smiled and giggled and nodded her head. "Mhm! You got it, gorgeous. Manual it is. Easy."

While Eleanor was unaccustomed to such casual compliments, the cow’s kind words were quickly forgotten. As Daisy's hands disappeared behind her back, her back arched, thrusting her chest forward. Her breasts pushed out against the tiny bikini top that spectacularly failed to conceal any real portion of them. Soft flesh bulged around the overworked straps and a hint of dark areola peeked out from the edged of the tiny triangles of black and white fabric. A satisfied look found its place on Daisy's face. The tiny knot behind her back had come undone and, with it, the pretense of modesty fell away. Her breasts surged forward, now unbound. They quickly pushed aside the bikini top and settled a little further down on Daisy's torso. Her dark nipples, thick, stiff, and leaking, quivered and demanded Eleanor's attention. Eleanor's mouth watered as her throat went dry. Embers of arousal began to flicker and smolder in her core.

The red marks left behind by the tight top were a bit itchy and Daisy idly scratched at them as she glanced around. Even a small motion like that was enough to send ripples across the surface of those colossal, engorged tits. "Do you have something for the milk? A bowl or a bucket or something?"

Eleanor didn’t react. She wasn’t even aware that a question had been asked. Her eager lips were already twitching and a needy hunger rumbled deep within her. The breasts in front of Eleanor held the entirety of her attention. Daisy gave a second before snapping her fingers, waving her hand. “Eleanor? You there?”

Hearing her name finally jolted Eleanor out of her trance. "Hm? Oh, uh, y-yeah, um, let me just..." Eleanor slipped into the kitchen to rifle through her cabinets, waiting until the very last second to look away from Daisy’s impressive chest. No bowl seemed big enough. Each one Eleanor pulled down, she turned over in her hands and then remember the colossal udders in the next room. Finally, she found a large mixing bow that she thought might fit. If she emptied it halfway through, maybe.

With a suitable vessel found, Eleanor brought the bowl into the next room and, immediately, almost dropped it. Daisy had made a small milking station for herself out of the pillows and cushions from the couch and now knelt on the ground, looking even smaller while her breasts, miraculously, looked even bigger. Daisy beckoned the frozen Eleanor in, patting the ground beneath her. Acting without thought, Eleanor walked forward and put the bowl where Daisy had indicated. She took her own spot on the other side of it. Her heart thundered in her chest. Half an hour ago, this would have seemed absurd, a lewd fantasy to replayed in the mind but never to be made real. Now it was here, now it was happening, even if she still couldn’t fully acknowledge what 'it' was.

Daisy sensed Eleanor's apprehension. Carefully, as if not to startle the slender woman, Daisy rose up to a kneeling position. With almost maternal-like care, she reached out and took one of Eleanor's hands in both of hers. "So, this is the manual experience. I haven't been milked in more than..." Daisy glanced a clock on the wall, "thirty-six hours. I've got a lot of milk in here." Sincerity filled Daisy's eyes as she looked up at Eleanor. "I need your help getting it out. You'll help me, won't you?"

Eleanor just nodded, too overwhelmed to do much of anything else. Her hips squirmed as Daisy guided her hand to one of the swollen breasts. The moment Eleanor's hand brushed against the soft skin, both women gasped. A keening whine rose from Daisy's chest. She pushed Eleanor's palm flat over her breast, spreading out her fingers. Eleanor sat awestruck. She had never felt softness like this and the size of her hand made the breast behind it seem even larger as her hand failed to cover very much of it. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Daisy slowly dragged Eleanor's hand down the breast towards the steadily dripping nipple. Just short of the destination, with Eleanor’s fingertips poised at the edge of Daisy’s areola, she stopped. Now, when Daisy's gaze met Eleanor's, the calming expression had been replaced with one of need and desire, an expression the Eleanor returned. Daisy cleared her throat before giving her final warning. "Once you st-start, I'm n-not going to be much help. The best advice I can give is to sort of r-roll your fingers as you squeeze, t-top to bottom. It'll take some time but—Mmmf!—I'm sure you'll figure it out. Are you ready?"

Eleanor nodded. The voice that slipped out of her was barely more than a whisper but lust dropped off every word. "Oh, god, yes."

The dramatic shift in Eleanor's attitude made Daisy chuckle. A secret satisfaction settled into Daisy’s chest; her assumption about Eleanor was proving to be truer than she thought. With a deep breath, she moved Eleanor's hand into position over her nipple. Pleasure jolted through Daisy's body. She hadn't been lying. The pleasure overwhelmed her immediately and her eyes rolled back. She let out a deep, cow-like moan before slowly leaning forward, resuming her place on all fours. Gravity took over and let her breasts hang beneath her. Eleanor had to lean down a little to keep her grip on Daisy's breast, but this new position really let her feel how heavy the breast in her hand truly was. She palmed the colossal milkbags that hung down under Daisy’s torso. Between her pent-up fullness and a little help from gravity, the first few drops began to slip from Daisy’s breast, splattering against the bottom of the bowl. Almost immediately, creamy sweetness filled the air. The intoxicating scent made it difficult for Eleanor to focus on the instructions she had been given, but she couldn’t stop now. A few clumsy adjustments of her grip later and she was ready to give it a try. The first tug was focused primarily on trying to balance squeezing with pulling while figuring out what it meant to roll her fingers. Thankfully for Eleanor, Daisy wasn’t that picky. Even without any significant relief in pressure, the contact was still deeply stimulating. Arousal soaked into the bottoms of her bikini, darkening the white parts of the cow print.

Trial and error quickly produced results and, on the fourth or fifth squeeze, Eleanor finally got a good spray of milk to splash against the bottom of the bowl. The amount surprised her almost as much as the deep, guttural moan the burst out of the cow in her grip. Daisy's hips trembled, the muscles in her rear flexing as waves of tension rolled through her. Whatever Eleanor was doing, even if she didn’t know, was clearly working. She kept at it. Each squeeze seemed to work a bit better than the last and Eleanor’s confidence continued to rise. The white puddle in the bowl quickly turned into a pool, the level of milk rising by the second. Daisy threw her head back. "Oh, f-fuck, Eleanor, yes! Yes, fuck, just like that! So fucking gooOOOOood!"

Since Daisy had first arrived, Eleanor felt like she had been on the back foot, constantly taken by surprise with every word and action of the short-stack cow, but Eleanor could feel the dynamic shifting. She had been passive through so much of her life, not just in the few sexual encounters she had experienced. As she pulled the milk out of Daisy’s huge, swollen udders, and saw what it was doing to the needy cow, Eleanor started to remember what it was like to be in control. Arousal and need settled Daisy’s face and she wasn’t alone. Kneeling like Eleanor was made it difficult for her to rub her thighs together but, god, did she want to. She had put in a request for the biggest tits the agency had to offer and, as they spilled out of her hand and took up so much of the space underneath Daisy’s torso, she couldn’t imagine they had anyone bigger. Just getting to hold tits like that, mixed with the milk the poured out of them and the desperate, needy expression on Daisy’s face, was overwhelming and intoxicating. Eleanor couldn’t be more pleased. She swallowed, boldness catching up to her.

“Y-yeah…” Eleanor stammered. She winced, chastising herself, but she couldn’t stop now. “That’s it, cow. Let out all the milk from your b-big fucking udders.”

Daisy’s eyes shot open and a gasp interrupted a moan. She turned her head, looking up at Eleanor with a strange look of surprise on her face. After a moment, her eyes rolled back in her head and Daisy dropped her head. “Hnnnggg… fffuckk! Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahhhnnnn~!”

With each moan, Daisy’s hips tensed and flexed. Milk poured out of her and the other breast, the one that had yet to be milked, began to leak in sympathy. Daisy’s arousal was clearly getting the better of her. “M-more! Please! T-tell me what I am. I’m just a cow. I’m just a cow. Fuck. Eleanor. You’re so f-fucking good. More. Please!”

The doubts that usually plagued Eleanor’s mind were extinguished in a heartbeat. Faster than her mind could keep up, words flooded out of her. Her hands never stopped tugging. “Yes! Yes! You’re just a fucking cow! That’s all you are! A tiny thing with huge fucking tits! Huge fucking udders! That’s all you are! When people look at you, all they see are your gigantic udders! They want your milk! You’re not a person! You’re a fucking cow! You’re a fucking c-“

Daisy’s whole body tensed and her jaw dropped open. “AAAHHHNNNN~~! MOO! MOOO! MOOOOOOOOO!”

The milk in the basin churned and frothed as a torrent of milk sprayed from the nipple and splashed forcefully into the bowl below. Daisy’s orgasm surged through her, shaking her body wherever it went. The cow’s mind was wiped clean, scourged by pleasure. Beyond the milk that rushed out of her, a rivulet of fluid rolled down the inside of her thighs, a dark spot forming on the pillow under her knees. Eleanor still held onto Daisy’s udder, but the violence of Daisy’s orgasm had shocked her into stillness, simply watching the cow cum. Deep within her mind, a voice whispered to her. ‘You did this. You made her cum. You grabbed her gargantuan udders and made her cum! She’s a professional and you made her cum!’ Gradually, Eleanor allowed herself to smile, taking some time to remember the sequence of muscles required.

After a long few seconds, Daisy began to come down from the height of her pleasure. The tension in her body unraveled. Her head dropped down, sweat glistening on her forehead as she gasped for air, slowly bringing herself back to center. Each heavy beat of Daisy’s heart made her whole body tremble. Her head felt heavy as she lifted it, looking up at Eleanor with a dreamy look at made the impromptu cowhand blush deeply.  Unsteadily, Daisy began to pull her hand off the ground and rise up to kneeling again. Her voice was breathy, her throat sore from screaming through her pleasure, knowing she only had strength for a few words before she’d be flopping over again.

“W-wow… that was… Eleanor, you were-“

SPLASH!

A tsunami of white rose up out of the bowl and flooded the floor of Eleanor’s living room. The lust still heady in the air and swirling around their minds slowed down their reactions. Milk dripped from Daisy’s hand as she lifted it up, the bowl settling back into position. The two women looked at each other, the hand, the massive puddle of milk, then back to each other. Realization hit Daisy first. “Oh, shit, Eleanor… Oh, my god, I’m so sorry! I fucking ruined your apartment.”

Eleanor snapped to attention, the facts rushing in on her. Quickly, she jumped to Daisy’s own defense. “N-no, it’s totally okay! I’ll clean it up!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I made the mess, I’ll-“

“No, hey, it was totally my fault, I was the one that made you-“

“ELEANOR!”

The slender woman jumped, her mouth clamping shut. Her moment of control had clearly passed and, as Daisy regained her strength, the tide was starting to shift in the other direction. Daisy’s legs were still a little shaky as she rose up to her feet. As unsteady as Daisy was, Eleanor couldn’t help a timid swallow as, for the first time, she looked up at the cow. Eleanor practically melted as the cow reached down and cupped her chin in her hand. A quick glance at Daisy’s breasts revealed the stark difference between the drained breast and the udder that was still full of milk, but Eleanor’s gaze didn’t linger there long. Daisy wouldn’t allow it.

The cow smiled down at Eleanor. As she came into her power, Daisy’s voice became a low, almost maternal rumble. “You are such a dear for taking good care of me like you did and I repaid you by making a mess of your apartment, something that I specifically set out to avoid. You were just… so fucking good.” Daisy bit her lip, her eyes fluttering. A pathetic, high-pitched whine rang out and Eleanor didn’t realize until a moment later that the sound had come from her. Daisy went on. “If you won’t allow me to clean up the mess I made, then I’ll have no choice but to make it up to you in another way.”

Daisy leaned in, brushing her thumb over Eleanor’s lips. The last of the barriers inside Eleanor’s mind had been torn down and she simply sat back, open and ready to receive Daisy’s instructions. “You know this place better than I do. Go get some towels. Two big ones, if you have them, otherwise three normal ones. Bring them back in a lay them down on the puddle. Can you do that for me?”

A response started to bubble up inside Eleanor, but the moment she opened her lips, Daisy’s thumb slipped between them. The words were smothered before they even had a chance to be heard. Eleanor felt weak, felt helpless, felt so fucking horny. Gingerly, almost instinctively, she gave Daisy’s thumb a little suck before nodding her head. Her eyes may have become half-lidded as she relaxed into Daisy’s touch, but they never looked away. Daisy smiled at her obedient pet. “Good girl. Go on, then.”

Pink embarrassment bloomed on Eleanor’s cheeks as Daisy removed her thumb and reality came crashing in on her. Without hesitation, she set to work, only pausing to whine at the sight of Daisy, unblinking, putting her thumb between her own lips. The cow’s warm gaze burned into Eleanor’s skin as she rushed down the hall to the closet.

Thoughts swirled inside her head, but Eleanor could only give them a fleeting consideration, too occupied with the task she’d been given to do much else. She had never felt like this before. A cynical part of her mind told her that it was just Daisy doing her job, that it didn’t mean anything, but the deep ache, the desperate need in her core reminded her that it really didn’t matter as long as it didn’t stop. It felt good and, even if it was just a job, she had paid for it and, by god, she was going to enjoy it.

Tucking the towels under her arm, Eleanor rushed back into the living room. She didn’t look for Daisy in that moment. She could look for Daisy afterwards. Right now, she had been given a job and she wouldn’t stop until it was done. Diligently, she unfurled the towels and laid them out over the puddle, covering as much of it as she could. As soon as the last corners had been flattened out, flipping it with the tip of her foot, she felt a sense of relief and pride wash over her. Her lips curled into a smile, a true smile, the kind she hadn’t made in longer than she could remember. Quickly, she turned to the couch, where, out of the corner of her eye, she had seen Daisy settle in. “All done! What… now… uh… D-daisy?”

By now, the sight of the topless cow and her gigantic udders, soft and tantalizingly full, had become almost comically commonplace. Seeing the voluptuous, if short Daisy sitting on her couch wasn’t what stood out to the stunned Eleanor. In fact, what had Eleanor so captivated had nothing to do with the cow herself. Instead, it was Daisy’s hand, held out and upturned, a single finger extended that held Eleanor’s attention. With a little flourish, Daisy’s bikini bottoms fell from her fingertip and landed on the floor, the impact obviously damp. Eleanor swallowed. Her head felt hot. Her legs felt weak. Her heart pounded against her ribs, threatening to break free. Daisy, as casually as she could, patted the cushion next to her.

“You’ll have to forgive me. This was the only pillow that wasn’t too badly drenched by the milk. It’s the one that was under me when you gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, so I’m afraid that it smells quite a bit like my milk and my wet, needy cunt. You don’t mind, do you?” Practically vibrating, Eleanor shook her head, awe still plain on her face. Daisy’s smile curled into a sweet smirk. “Good. Now, since you’ve done such a good job with the towels, come over here and lay down. On your back. Shoulders on the pillow. Head on my lap.”

Even before the commands fully registered, Eleanor’s body began to move of its own accord. She was simply along for the ride. Settling into the couch was a bit awkward and her knees hooked over the arm, leaving her feet dangling in the air, but the sight that greeted her when she looked up was nothing short of divine. Eleanor’s entire world was the undersides of Daisy’s udders. Daisy had to angle her head slightly for Eleanor to see it past the swell of the huge tit that hung not even a full inch above her face. The warmth of Daisy’s bosom radiated into Eleanor and the sweet scent of milk, mixed with the heady scent of Daisy’s arousal, made thinking on her own all but impossible. She opened her mouth to speak, but only needy sounds floated out. The articulation that Eleanor had prided herself on was completely removed. She was truly at Daisy’s mercy. The cow’s small hand came up to stroke Eleanor’s hair and the slender woman shuddered, her eyes fluttering. Eleanor’s breath caught in her chest.

“You really are so cute, you know that?” Daisy let her voice get a bit wistful as she pet the top of Eleanor’s head. “I don’t know what you got up to last night, but whatever it was, I’m glad it ended with me here with you.”

Eleanor’s eyebrows arched and her brow furrowed, whimpering pathetically. Above her head, a chuckle made Daisy’s engorged breast wobble. “Do you remember what I asked when I first arrived?” Daisy asked. Eleanor shook her head and Daisy shook her head with a happy sigh. “No, I didn’t think you would. A lot has happened in the last little bit, huh? I asked if you wanted the Deluxe Experience or the Manual Experience. We went with Manual, since you were so nervous, but I think we’re past that now, hm?”

Eleanor nodded her head.

“Since I made such a mess and you made me feel so good,” Daisy continued, “A little upgrade is the least I could do. Besides, I’ve still got an udder so full of milk. It’s so fucking full, Eleanor. I can’t take it much longer. You want to help me, don’t you? Help me like you did last time? Be my good girl?”

Affection towards Eleanor had always been assumed to be either forced or faked, but pleasure and arousal had shut off her higher thinking almost completely. She wanted to help Daisy. She wanted to be good. She wanted it more than anything. A dearth of thoughts had left Eleanor’s gaze dim, but behind her eyes burned a desire stronger than any she had ever felt. When Daisy smiled in response, Eleanor almost moaned. “Good. You have no idea how happy that makes me, El.”

Calling Eleanor by a nickname was a gamble, admittedly, but it paid off in spades. Eleanor gasped and the moan that she had been holding back for so long finally erupted out of her, arching her back as she bellowed out the sound of her desperate arousal. The moan dragged all the air out of her lungs and, as she started to inhale, Daisy took her moment. The gap was so small, she barely had to lean forward and her nipple nestled perfectly in Eleanor’s open lips. Already breathing in, the suction was immediate. Daisy’s hand, still perched on Eleanor’s head, immediately tightened, grabbing a fistful of hair as pleasure washed over her. The pressure made Eleanor’s cheeks bow in.

A fraction of a second later, her mind shattered.

Milk flooded Eleanor’s mouth. The sweet, creamy scent that had filled the room paled in comparison to the rich, decadent taste that coated her tongue and rushed down her throat. Their earlier fun had left Daisy in an elevated state and so letting down her milk a second time came even easier than she expected. She would later realize that it was more than partly due to her attraction to Eleanor, but Daisy could hardly examine such things in the moment. Instinct drove Eleanor to swallow, if only to keep herself from drowning, but as a few parts of her mind managed to piece themselves back together, she started suckling in earnest.

The massive breast was warm in her hand as Eleanor reached up to grab it, holding it steady. Even spreading her fingers out as far as they’d go, they only covered a small portion of the engorged tit. Her lips pulled on the breast, dragged the nipple into her mouth, as she squeezed with her hands. Small, white rivulets streamed out from the corners of Eleanor’s mouth. She was forcing out more milk than she could readily swallow.

Daisy, for her part, could barely concentrate. With some of the scent of her own milk locked away and eagerly rushing down Eleanor’s throat, there was little to disguise the scent of pure need that rose up from between her thick thighs. Deep breaths made only the smallest difference in keeping control of herself. Each suckle was like a battering ram, beating down the defenses of her mind. They were both losing control and all Daisy could do was surrender to the way Eleanor’s lips felt locked around her nipple and the texture of her tongue dragging over the sensitive, leaking nub.

A flicker of confusion flared up in Eleanor as Daisy rested her hand on her collarbone, rising to panic as she felt Daisy’s fingers slip under the collar of her tank top. Eleanor’s hand only managed to lift away from Daisy’s udder for a moment before the cow hollered out, “Don’t you fucking dare!” Eleanor immediately snapped back into position, returning to her duties with full force and attention, even as her cheeks reddened. A whimpered slipped out through her nose as Daisy’s hand continued to slide down to Eleanor’s chest.

“Don’t try to stop me, El. I think you’re beautiful. Every part of you. Please. Let me explore. Let me enjoy you.”

Feeling Eleanor’s apprehension through her suckling was an odd experience for Daisy, but eventually, she relented. Daisy’s hand kept pushing further down Eleanor’s chest, over her collarbone, reaching the edge where skin became flesh. There wasn’t much there in the way of breast. The bra Eleanor wore often felt like it was a token gesture, something she wore because she felt like she had to, not because she needed it. The cup lifted away from Eleanor’s chest, leaving plenty of room for Daisy’s hand to slip inside. Eleanor slowed her suckling, nervousness flooding her body. She hadn’t been touched like this in so long. She wasn’t sure-

“Mmmmf!”

Pleasure shot through Eleanor’s body as Daisy’s fingertips brushed against her nipple. Deep, frantic breaths puffed out of Eleanor’s nose, wafting against Daisy’s supple skin. Daisy smiled, loving Eleanor’s reaction. “See? That’s not so bad, is it? Daisy’s going to take good care of you, I- Woah!”

Renewed vigor took hold of Eleanor’s suckling. She drank down as much as she could, suckling and swallowing and teasing with the tip of her tongue. The little moans and whimpers vibrated into Daisy’s udder, encouraging even more milk to rush out. The two of them were locked in a battle, now, and Daisy wasn’t about to lose, keeping up her pressure on Eleanor’s nipple. She rolled it between her fingers, she rubbed it, she tugged on it, and Eleanor just suckled harder. Gradually, the breast held in Eleanor’s hands shrank as the milk that had inflated it was released. Now it was Daisy’s turn to whine. This was better than she could have ever imagined and she wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.

Mustering all the willpower she could, Daisy pulled her nipple out of Eleanor’s mouth. Milk continued to trickle out and Eleanor winced as it splattered onto her face. Confusion set in first, albeit dulled by her arousal. “H-huh? Whuh… Did I…?”

Daisy, fighting through her own lust, hushed the woman in her lap. “No, no, no, nothing like that at all. You were doing so good, I promise. I just want to try something else. I need to make us even for the orgasm that you gave me earlier and, well, my arms can’t quite reach that far.” Eleanor’s confusion deepened, obvious on her face, until Daisy’s meaning suddenly dawned on her. A mixture of fluster and desire swirled inside her. Down at the far end of the couch, Eleanor’s thighs rubbed together, trying to put as much pressure between her legs as she could.

Like putty in Daisy’s hands, Eleanor let herself be guided, feeling more than a little dizzy as she sat up. The couch felt a little rough underneath her, but she shimmied towards the cow, unperturbed. With an awkward flail, Eleanor swung a leg over Daisy’s lap and settled onto her thighs. Eleanor looked down. Through the need that settled around her thoughts, she couldn’t quite process the little pooch in her belly. It hadn’t been there earlier; she was usually thin as a rail. Feeling curious she gave it a poke. A shudder ran up her spine at the moment of realization that came with the sloshing of her belly. She was simply that full of milk!

Not long after the shocking revelation of what Daisy’s milk had done to her, the cow’s surprisingly strong grip on the back of her neck guided Eleanor down to the breast that Daisy held aloft in her other hand. Once again, Eleanor latched around the swollen nubs and Daisy’s eyes fluttered. She had been doing this job for a little while and her body had never responded to anyone the way it did Eleanor. When Daisy felt secure that Eleanor was firmly locked around her nipple, she set to work. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her breast, letting Eleanor instinctively grip it herself. With her hands freed, Daisy moved them to Eleanor’s hips. The vibrations of Eleanor’s moan moved through Daisy’s body, biting her lip even as it curled into a smile. Softly, Daisy cooed at the woman in her lap. “That’s it, cutie. Keep drinking. You’re doing such a good job. Drink up. This cow wants you to drink every last drop.”

The words themselves didn’t quite register in Eleanor’s mind, but the soft tone had her melting. So lost was she, in her milky bliss that Eleanor entirely failed to notice that Daisy’s hands were moving, nor did she realize where they were moving towards. A slight tickle in her thigh made her twitch them, but she never stopped suckling. Daisy’s hand fingers slowly pushed up the leg of Eleanor’s boxers, just far enough to give her an opening to-

Eleanor’s entire body froze.

Her mind flashed white.

Pleasure exploded inside her and need arced through her body.

Her back arched, pulling her head back and stretching Daisy’s tit which, in turn, made the cow let out a lowing moan.

One of Daisy’s hands slid back out from her lap and grabbed Eleanor by the back of her head, shoving the suckling woman against her breast. The other hand stayed put, teasing the lips between Eleanor’s legs. Through Daisy’s own mounting arousal, she attempted to give words of encouragement. “Yes, b-baby, that’s it. Fuck, k-keep suckling. Keep drinking mmmama’s mmmilk. Your lips feel so fucking good…”

Deep breaths filled Eleanor’s lungs, only to be moaned out afterwards, frantic, desperate breaths. But she never stopped suckling. As Eleanor grew more intense in her suckling, her cheeks bowing inwards, her tongue lashing against Daisy’s nipple, Daisy grew more intense in her ministrations as well. A deep chuckle shook Daisy’s chest as she slid her fingers between Eleanor’s lips. “Oh, my… Someone’s so wet… Did someone get turned on milking my big titties? You wanted the biggest we had, so that’s what you got. They’re so big, aren’t they? Big and full of tasty milk. Bigger than my head. Bigger than your head!”

So often, her customers wanted her to be their submissive little cow; Daisy was relishing the opportunity to be a little more dominant, for once. Her thumb made circles around Eleanor’s clit and Eleanor’s eyes rolled back in her head. No light burned behind those eyes. All of Eleanor’s thoughts dripped out of her through her wet, needy pussy. Eleanor’s entire world was gone. All that remained were her and the colossal udders she continued to drink from. Moans burst out of Eleanor in rapid-fire succession, each sharp inhale immediately pushed out. Eleanor was getting close.

With the finish line in sight, Daisy tightened her grip on the back of Eleanor’s head as her thumb picked up speed. For the first time, the suction seal that Eleanor held around Daisy’s nipple began to weaken. Milk dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. The dam that had been holding steady since Daisy arrived was weakening and threatening to burst at any moment. Eleanor’s hips began to roll and grind against Daisy’s hand. Daisy smiled. “Yes, yes, good girl! Chase your pleasure! You deserve to feel good! I want you to feel good. You made me feel good and now it’s your turn. You ready to cum, baby? I want you to cum for me. Cum for me, El. Cum for me and my big, milky tits.”

Pushing back against Daisy’s hand, Eleanor managed to lift her head away from the milky udder it had been forced against. From deep within her chest, a moan began to roil and gurgle upwards. Daisy had pushed her to the edge and-

Mmmf!

Marshalling as much of her strength as she could, Daisy forced Eleanor’s head back down but not to her breast. Their lips met in a dazzling kiss and Daisy’s tongue immediately pushed between Eleanor’s lips. There was no holding back the moan, so instead, Eleanor simply poured her moan down the cow’s throat. Daisy’s entire body shook from the deep vibrations. The hand between Eleanor’s thighs kept moving, kept teasing, kept pushing Eleanor further down into pleasure, making sure she felt it to the fullest extent. The last of Daisy’s milk trickled out of her nipple and trailed downward in a small rivulet before dripping onto Eleanor’s leg. Desperate to get the tension out of her body, Eleanor’s hands flew to the sides of Daisy’s shoulder, gripping hard and holding the cow right where she wanted her. All higher thought inside Eleanor’s mind had been burned away by pleasure. Everything now was pure instinct and the desperate desire, the untamable need for more.

Eventually, though, the orgasm began to fade and Eleanor slowly relaxed. The tension that had been keeping her body upright was gone and now she was starting to collapse. Thankfully for Daisy, Eleanor collapsed forward, making it easy for Daisy to reposition her, slowly lowering her down onto the couch. Eleanor didn’t leave much room next to her on the couch, but Daisy was small and she took advantage of her stature to settle in next to Eleanor. The warm milk in her belly had finally caught up with Eleanor and, combined with the most intense orgasm she’d had in ages, she couldn’t keep hold of her consciousness. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was Daisy looking down at her with a smile, reaching forward to brush the hair out of El’s eyes.

At a party, some mean girls slip something into your drink that makes your tiddies start to expand in the middle of everything. As they see it taking effect, they come over and start bullying you about it, how big you’re getting, how their cute perky breasts are so much prettier than these udders you’re growing >.<

"Oh, my fucking god! Looking at her! The cow is actually fucking enjoying this!"

You want to deny it. You're desperate to deny it. All you can do, however, is bite your lip and whine. Between the alcohol and the hormones, you know that the moment you open your mouth, any words you could think to say would immediately be overpowered by either an uninhibited moan or, worse, a needy, desperate moo!

Every eye in the living room is focused on you. The bigger your breasts grow, the growth drug slipped into your drink clearly working wonders, the harder it is for anyone to look away. You try your best to focus on the slim girls standing above you, but the arousal surging through you makes your eyes flutter, threatening to cross. So you can't speak, you can't look at them, you can't do anything. All that's left is biting your lip and letting out a keening whine as you shake your head back and forth. The slender blonde looming over you just laughs.

"Who's going to want to play with those udders? They're so fucking gross; the way they sag is gonna make me sick!"

Your mouth is finally forced open by the blonde's hand reaching down and scooping underneath your breast. The soft, wobbling, still growing flesh overflows her palm and spills over the side. She lifts it up as high as she can, nearly mashing it against your face, before letting it drop and slap against your torso. The shifting weight jerks your shoulders forward, gasping and then letting out the breath in a long, low, cow-like moan. The perky brunette to her left makes a retching sound, pretending to gag.

"Ugh, such a greedy cow! We saw the way you looked at us!" The blonde to her right nods. The brunette continues. "It took us a while before we realized what you were actually looking at! You wanted boobs like ours, perky and perfect, the ideal C-cups to please anyone. We thought it was endearing, at first. But you just wouldn't... stop... staring!"

The brunette reaches down and, to punctuate each word, squeezes your breasts together, deepening the line of your cleavage and forcing their growing mass to bulge even more out of your increasingly inadequate top. As she does so, the blonde leans over you once more, grabbing her tits through her sheer top. Perfect handfuls, just like her friend said. While the brunette is busy teasing you, the blonde takes over the taunting.

"Like we'd ever let you be perfect like us! You're already bigger than both of us combined, but the night is young, don't you think?" From her purse, she pulls out a small bottle, twisting the cap and dumping out a handful of the pills into her hand. You do your best to say "No", but you really only get as far as "N....", pleasure making it impossible to go further. What's left of the rapidly dwindling, rational part of your brain tries to calm you down by saying that you can just refuse to swallow! You won't even open your mouth! You'll-

At that moment, the brunette pulls the straps together and your tits flop out. Your nipples, bigger and more sensitive than ever, quiver and twitch as cool air rushes in on them. They aren't left long on their own, though, and the brunette pinches one, lifting it and dragging your whole breast to her lips. As her tongue, warm and wet and lightly course, drags over your nipple, your brain shuts down. Behind your eyes, there's only white. Your jaw drops open, preparing to bellow out a moan to rattle the windows, but all of that gets interrupted as the blonde clamps her hand over your mouth, forcing the pills into it.