The slamming of the bathroom door and the thunk of the lock still ring in your ear and, over the din, the command completely fails to register in your brain. Everything has changed so quickly. One moment, you were out on the con floor, admiring a variety of cosplays. Then, the world blurred around you as you were dragged across the hall by a single, strong hand. Now, you find yourself trapped in the bathroom, memories of their gigantic tits bouncing—nearly right out of their costume—still playing in your mind. As the cosplayer stares at you, expectantly, the words finally make it through the haze. Unfortunately for you, you're not entirely sure what they mean. "What, uh..."
Your thought is cut short as they reach out and grab you by the chin, squeezing your cheeks together. "Hey! Focus! I need you to milk me! You like boobs, right? I saw you checking me out earlier. It's okay, I'm not mad, or at least I won't be if you fucking milk me! R-right fucking n-now!"
Their jaw sets in a grimace and their hand moves up to their chest. The blush rushing into your cheeks betrays the fact that you clearly weren't as sneaky as you thought you had been earlier, the embarrassment only compounding as you realize just how much their tits have grown since then. Or, more accurately, how much they've engorged. You swallow in a vain attempt to wet your suddenly dry throat. "H-how did this happen?"
The cosplayer rolls their eyes. "I got a little carried away with the attention, okay? You weren't the only one staring at my huge udders and, frankly, the attention feels good! But I got distracted and now I don't have time to go back up to my room and use my pumps. One of the hazards of being a hucow cosplayer. Long story short, I need your help and I need it now! Fuck!" They cry out in frustration and your eyes widen in shock as a pair of damp spots start to form on the front of their costume, soaking through the white fabric. Immediately, their hand moves to the zipper trapped underneath their tits. A sharp tug does nothing but send wobbles through their immense bust. Another one does the same. They look to you with sharp eyes. "Can you please, just—"
Your mind has finally caught up with what's going on and so you spring into action, letting them lift their bust while you pull down on the zipper. It doesn't budge on the first pull, but on the second: FWUMP! A pair of huge, full tits come tumbling out, milk already leaking and dripping from their swollen nipples. You're only given a second to admire them, so much bigger than when you first saw them earlier this morning, before the cosplayer's hands reach up, grab the sides of your head, and pull you down to their chest. Any protest you might have made is muffled by their nipple slipping between your lips, the massive tit squishing against your face. Milk rushes in and floods your mouth. Your eyes flutter at the taste as you turn to look up at the cosplaying cow in front of you.
Immediately, you start guzzling the stuff down. Moans echo off the walls of the small bathroom. Swallow after swallow drags warm, rich milk down your throat and into your stomach. Their hands tense, grabbing handfuls of your hair on the back of your head. Their legs wobble, but they manage to stay standing, however just. Your tongue laps against the gushing nub, but there's another nipple that needs attention. You reach up and cup their other udder, feeling the softness and size overwhelm your hand. As you pinch and tug on their nipple, milk spurts out and another moan is pulled from their throat. "Yes, fuck, yes! Oh, fuck, keep going! Just like that! Don't fucking stop! I—"
There's a knock on the door and, in an instant, their expression changes from erotic euphoria to one of anger and fury. "HEY! OCCUPIED!"
Once they're sure the person at the door is gone, they turn their attention back towards you. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?! You're doing great, but that doesn't mean you're done! I've got so much fucking milk and you're going to drain me of every last drop, got it?!" You nod your head, making the tit still between your lips shake and wobble. The cosplayer smiles. "Good. Do a good job and I'll let you do this to me tomorrow and again on Sunday! You'll be my personal milker! If you do a really good job, well, maybe I'll be generous and take you back to my room. I wasn't planning on wearing my cow print bikini as a cosplay, but maybe I can show it to you. But you have to show me how good you are at draining my udders first."
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