I've begrudgingly accepted my job as the new hucow mascot at the sorority. Getting used to my growth spurts and milk production—plus the hazing rituals—was one thing, but now I've just been taken away to one of the fraternity houses!
Being kidnapped and dragged to a fraternity, assuming the worst was almost too easy. The hours since your last milking had left your tits swollen and aching, begging for release. The room they threw you into was, mercifully, clean. At least, it was clean by fraternity standards. It still smelled of Boy, but it wasn't messy and that was all you could really hope for. The bed creaked under your hips as you sat on its edge, rubbing your sore tits to try and relieve some of the pain. Every so often, you'd hear laughter or cheers from the other side of the door, a chorus of masculine voices, and your body tensed. Any moment now, the door would fling open, and some big, burly man would come in and have his way with you; you were sure of it. You shuddered to think of his big hands groping your udders or his thick cock sliding between them. The growing warmth between your thighs was difficult to ignore, but you did your best anyway. You look at the window, wondering if you could maybe make your escape. With your tits as engorged as they were, it seemed extremely unlikely.
Your whole body jumped when you heard the doorknob jiggle, your softest parts jiggling in return. The sounds of the party outside grew louder as the door creaked open. You waited. Your heart pounded. You couldn't take it. Just as a body was thrust into the room, you turned your head away and closed your eyes tight. Let him do what he wants and get this whole thing over with, that's what you thought.
A few seconds passed. Nothing seemed to happen at all. A big, burly guy like the one who was there to do God knows what to you would have made some kind of noise. Refrigerators with heads aren't usually light on their feet.
Slowly, cautiously, you raised your head to look towards the door. There was no behemoth of a man there. Instead, cowering near the door with his arm crossed over his body, stood a tiny, slender, waifish man. Far from the hulking monster in your imagination, this boy was nice looking—cute, even. For a few moments, you looked at him, until he finally raised his head to meet your gaze. As soon as the two of you locked eyes, he let out an adorable yelp and looked away, his cheeks burning pink. He looked at the floor in a way that expressed a deep desire to sink into it as soon as possible. It was all very pitiful, like a helpless bunny.
You weren't sure exactly what to say, so the two of you sat in silence for a few moments. Just as you're about to break it, he beats you to it.
"Th-they, um..." He swallowed, attempting a deep breath to calm himself. "The frat... They, um, they want a m-mascot, too." Slowly, he raised his head and looked at you, peering out between yellow-blonde bangs. "They want me to be, um..." He glanced down at your chest then back up to you. "They want me to be like you."
Suddenly, the whole dynamic in the room shifted. A sigh rolled out of you, carrying away a breath you don't realize you were holding. A maternal instinct flared inside you. You were in control. You had the power.
The boy looked even smaller as you stood and crossed over to him. Every sauntered step made your hips swing wide and your udders bounce, sloshing and full, and filled you with more and more confidence. By the time you had him backed up against the wall, you felt entirely at home, holding him in the palm of your hand. With a single finger, you tilted up his chin.
"You want me to give you big, milky udders like mine?"
The poor boy was trembling! You could tell he was desperate to look away, but you held him fast. He was locked in on you. A meek nod gave you the answer you needed.
You reached down and took one of his hands, bringing it up and pressing it against the side of your tit. He gasped; you moaned. A little pressure was all it took to get milk leaking from your nipples. Your bra soaked through almost and milk dripped onto the floor at your feet. Without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumb under the strap of your bra and pulled it down your shoulder. Acres of soft flesh came into view before finally moaning as the air cooled the milk clinging to your exposed nipple.
The hand under his chin moved to the back of his head while the other hefted your tit from underneath. With a gentle pressure, you guided him down, down, down towards your nipple. He whimpered when he felt it brush against his lips, but he knew what he had to do. Milk rushed into his mouth as he latched on, moaning around your tit. His eyes fluttered. His legs weakened. You stroked the back of his head.
"That's a good boy! Drink it all up. It took a while for my udders to grow this big and become this milky, but I didn't have anyone to help me. I had to make a herd all by myself."
You grabbed his hair and yanked him away from your tit. Gasps and sputters bubbled out of him, confused and dazed by obviously aroused. A quick smile was the only warning you got before you pulled him up for a kiss. Between the softness of his lips and the sweetness of your own milk, the sounds that rolled out of you were filled with lust and need. Your free hand moved to his chest, kneading the place where his udders will grow. It would be next to impossible, but you could have sworn that there was already some extra softness there. You bit his lip and dragged your head away, raking your teeth over it. His eyes, so cute, so blue, looked up at you, hazy and clouded over with arousal. A giggle sent ripples through your udders.
"Oh, yes. You're going to be an amazing cow. Who knows, you might wind up being even bigger than me!"
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