All I Think About Is Melons

You're not sure what the last thing you remember was. You were at a party, nothing crazy, just a big get together really. There were some drinks, old friends, new friends, good music, good food, and this really cute girl.

She'd come up to you so shyly. You didn't recognize her, probably a friend of another friend who was invited. She was small, soft spoken, and practically drowning in her oversized hoodie. She said she saw you off by yourself and wanted to chat. She heard from a friend that you two shared a common interest…what had she brought up? You can't remember, only that you two talked, laughed, and started hanging out off in a little corner together.

It gets hazier after that. She brought you something, a drink? Food? You can't recall what it was. But after that you started feeling tired. She offered to take you home. And you could barely keep your eyes open. You agreed, she helped you say goodbye to everyone and helped you lay down in her backseat.

After that it's all black.

And it's all black now too. You blink, trying to figure out if you've gone blind or not. No, it's just dark. You try to focus your eyes, but it doesn't help. It's like you're under some kind of sheet.

But there is sound. It's not necessarily loud, but it's very close. It reminds you of the sounds of jumping on a water bed. The sloshing of huge amounts of liquid. And a gurgling too. A churning maybe? It's like being next to some kind of huge tank that's mixing something. The sound is pressed up against your ears in the darkness. The fabric around you doing nothing to muffle the noise.

You try to move your arms, but they're bound behind your back. Your legs are tied together too. You feel the panic start to prickle along your spine. You struggle in the darkness. You try to free your trapped limbs, but its no use.

As you squirm, the sloshing grows almost deafeningly loud. Your movements are disturbing whatever the huge liquid tanks are beside you…

Then you feel your own body respond. Your chest tugs at your torso suddenly, and you yelp as you are sent stumbling forward slightly into the soft balloons of liquid in front of you. You can feel yourself pressing against them, and you can FEEL them. These things in front of you, these massive wobbling things, they're…

They're your own tits.

You can barely even comprehend the thought. The idea that your own chest could be so much larger than the rest of your body. It's not possible!

But as you continue to struggle against your bonds, it becomes increasingly obvious that it is. Even if you weren't tied up, your own breasts were so massive, you probably wouldn't be able to move from this spot.

You stop, panting heavily from the effort you've exerted. The liquid calms inside your breasts and settles once again into a monotonous churning and gurgling. Are they…getting fuller?

You start to feel pressure. Somewhere on these mountains of flesh, your nipples practically burn from the feeling. Like something is built up right at their tip, and they're desperate to let it out.

You whimper at the feeling. Everything else becoming secondary to emptying these tanks attached to your chest.

As the pressure builds, you moan and writhe as the feeling gets stronger and stronger. You cry out for someone, anyone to do something! To…to…

To milk you.

There's no other word for it. Your breasts must be full of milk if there's so much liquid sloshing around them. And it needs to be milked out of you! If they keep getting fuller, if they swell any bigger…you feel like they might just pop!

Then, a blinding flash, the lights are on! Your eyes struggle to adjust to the brightness, but when they do, you can see it all now. You're not under a sheet at all, there's just an obscenely large shirt placed over your tits. Or at least…some of your tits. There's even text on it. It feels like it's mocking you with oversized font reading "Mega Milk".

"Oh, you're awake~!" A soft little voice comes from somewhere in front of you. But you can't see past the wall of titflesh in front of you. But you know that voice. It has to be her. That girl from the party. "Sorry I left you for so long, I just got wrapped up in things and well…well that doesn't matter now, does it?" You feel a hand grope one of your nipples. The girl can't even get her hand around the whole thing…

"W-where am I?" You stammer, "What did you DO to me?!"

"Oh, hush now, there's no need to be worried, no need to panic, you're exactly where you should be!" She says it with such sureness. "Let's get you hooked up and I'm sure you'll calm down." She giggles and you hear mechanical noises somewhere in front of you.

Then an electric sensation as something suctions onto both of your nipples simultaneously. You can't help the moan that escapes your lips at the relief you suddenly feel. The pneumatic hiss of a pump sets into rhythm as you feel your breasts finally begin to empty. And along with that sensation, a haze in your mind. No, no you need to focus! Need to get out of here! But the milking feels so good…natural even…

You hear footsteps and see the girl's face peak around one of your tits. "There, isn't that better?" She asks you almost teasingly.

"Ah-I s-still want answers!" You manage to say as the pleasure of milking threatens to overwhelm you. "W-why are you doing this to me? What did you do to my chest?"

"Aw, you don't remember? Guess it makes sense, you've been pretty tranced out most of the time…" She taps her chin and looks up. "But it's probably better that way! Better to be brainless when you're a cow, right?"

"A cow?" You try to ask more, but she puts a finger to your lips.

"Nope! No more thinking! Good cows just relax and let their udders be milked!" She sounds so sure it almost feels like she's right…but you shake your head and try to protest further. Her face falls and you see a cold look enter her eyes.

"Guess this cow still needs to learn its place." She says, and reaches over to a nearby cabinet. She pulls out some kind of headset and starts to strap it over your head as you struggle.

"No! No! I'm not a cow! I'm not a-!" You try to pull free, but with your bindings and titanic breasts it's no use fighting her. Your eyes are covered in darkness once again, but not for long. The headset flicks to life and you see a screen envelope your vision.

"Now, be a good cow, and stop thinking." She puts a heavy emphasis on the last phrase.

Suddenly a swirl enters the screen and you swear you can see words flashing by. But it's so quick, you barely get a chance to take any of it in. Then there's sound too, headphones clamped over your ears.

"Good cow! Milky cow! So docile! So good! So full! Big udders! Fat teats! No thinking! Just milking!" Phrases repeating on a loop.

A monotonous swirl and words, and the looping audio start to wear at what little of your conscious self you have left.

Your teats get pumped faster, the swirl becomes all you can see, and a soft voice tells you what you are.

YOU ARE A COW.

Nothing but a fat set of udders to be milked, groped, played with, and pleasured. Your body already knows what it is, and now, your mind starts to know it too.

You even begin to moo softly and rock your hips as arousal takes over.

Milking is pleasure, the bigger your tits are, the better they feel. More milk means more pleasure.

You feel these thoughts taking root inside you, changing you.

Then you feel something else. Something hot, hard, and huge shoved between your tits. You moo in pleasure. It's the best feeling you've ever had. Like your tits have grown so big and sensitive that all you need is for someone to fuck them.

And you feel that hot throbbing thing between your tits twitch and a bit of wetness forming in your cavernous cleavage. You beg fore more, and it moves. Thrusting into your soft mounds over and over. You can feel yourself drooling. Is this what sex is now? Was this what it always was? Just a fat cock pounding your tits while you were being milked?

You feel them quake with each thrust, and you desperately bury your face in your own hot and tender breasts. It feels too good.

You need this feeling to last forever. You need more milk inside you swell you bigger. You need to be softer. You need that cock to fuck your tits endlessly.

You wiggle and moan as you pull against the straps holding you in place. You whine and moan about wanting to touch yourself, to feel with your hands how soft your own udders are.

You feel the thrusts get faster with your moans, you talk more, you can feel your mouth forming sentences you'd never even dreamed before.

"I need to be bigger!"

"I want to get milked more!"

"Make me the perfect cow!"

"Use my tits like a cocksleeve!"

"I want to just be livestock!"

"No thinking, just fucking!"

"Mooooo! Mooooo!"

Your cries devolve into nothing but animalistic sounds as you finally feel hot liquid spurting in between your breasts. You can't help but smile knowing your giant udders brought such a thick cock to completion.

You whine as it pulls out, leaving a hot sticky mess behind.

The headphones are pulled off, "Such a good cow~! See, I told you this would feel so much better." You hear words of praise and feel soft hands petting along your body. You moo happily in response. "Very good! Oh you'll be the best in the herd so far! A perfect, blue ribbon cow."

---months later---

You sometimes still have flashes of your old life, but your mistress makes sure they don't stay for long! She tells you not to worry as she pets your cute little ears and plays with your little horns.

Your udders keep you bound to your stall, you're the best producer in the herd! You don't even remember the last time mistress had to strap you down! She tells you every day how good you are for growing too big to leave the room. And you smile and nod and moo for her.

Sometimes she'll even show you a camera feed so you can see how big your udders really are! You've never seen your own teats, but they look so pink and pretty, you wonder if she'll ever let you watch them be milked? Not that you'd probably be able to focus on that.

You'd be too lost in the pleasure of your milk being drained out of you and your mistress's giant cock between your tits.