Bigger, Better, Fatter

Your abductor constantly suckles for long periods of time. After a week, he begins to attach you to pumps for daily power pumping sessions. Until finally one day you start producing against your will.

He suckles more and more, causing your udders to swell bigger and bigger.

The more milk you make, the dumber you get.

You start to accept it.

You are a cow.

You are a

p r e t t y c o w 🐄😵‍💫

"There you go, who's a good pretty cow for her owner?"

The words moved slowly through your mind, like molasses, as your reduced cognition struggled to process all that was happening around you... and to you.

Had it been days?

Or weeks?

Or... longer?

"M-M-M..."

You look down at your big pretty milk-filled udders and tried to think back to how this had all started.

The woman at the bar... The strange video on her phone... Stumbling through dark streets, being held up by her... The sound of heavy doors, long stairs, and echoes of a concrete clad basement as you were left to 'sit' in a chair.

"M-Mo-Mo-..."

The pretty spirals that played as you sat...

The pink colors, the sound of sloshing milk, the mooing of happy hucows, and the swelling of their perfect over-filled milk tanks filled your vision and ears...

All while she suckled at you...

Drank from you...

But she didn't just take, she also gave to you. She called them 'protein shakes', filled with thick and sweet tasting fluids. They started being fed to you from pretty pink bottles... but eventually, the pretense was dropped, and you were being fed straight from the bottles these 'drinks' came in... with 'Bovine Hormones' plastered across the side.

"Mo-M-Mo-Mo..."

Then her mouth wasn't enough any more...

Pumps.

Big. Heavy. Metal. Rubber-ringed. Industrial. Pumps.

She attached them to your swollen udders, and left them running all day, all night, only stopping to take her own occasional 'sip from the source' when she wanted to.

But you could still feel it...

The sloshing of the milk filling you...

The pressure of the milk being pumped out of you...

The weight of your leaking teats as she moved you from the plush chair, to a 'milking frame'. Leaving you suspended, and pumped, and stuck watching the pretty videos, as a tube filled your mouth with your 'special medicine'.

And that was your life...

For what felt like lifetimes, before finally... she came to give you another present.

"Here you go Daisy, something special for you to wear. A special present, for my special cow."

You put on the special new clothes that your owner had brought you, and couldn't help but thank her for all she'd done... all she'd helped you realize... all she had brought out from inside you, that had been waiting to be set free.

"What do good cows says when they get a present?"

I'VE NEVER SEEN TITS IN A BOX BUT GAWD DAMN I WANNA SUCK ON EM!! 👀👀🍉🍉🤤🤤😋😋

THEM TITTIES GOT SOME MOTION!!! 👀👀🍉🍉🍫🍼🍫🍼🤤🤤😋😋

This milkshake isn't going to finish itself

"No... No... Ugh, seriously? That pay scale is criminal! Hard pass...Psh, dairy farm? Really? I didn't even know there were farms around here... No... No..."

The endless list of jobs reflected in Jordan's eyes as she scrolled through them, glazing over as boredom crept in. None of them were good fits, no matter how she tweaked the search terms, how far she extended the search radius. Even the good jobs she did find were rotting as she waited for an answer to her application. Anything would be nice. Even a rejection would at least acknowledge that someone had looked at it. Jordan let out a heavy sigh and kept scrolling.

With her attention fully consumed by the job listings, Jordan failed to notice that, directly under her chin, something was changing. Her tits were growing. They were already fairly large, a pair of full DDs, so she was accustomed to resting them on her desk whenever she was at her computer for a while. Now, however, as her finger rolled the wheel on her mouse, her breasts bulged larger. Each passing posting pushed her tits just a hair fuller, just a touch heavier, just a bit bigger. But there were hundreds of them. Maybe even thousands. And Jordan kept scrolling.

As her frustration mounted, something else was building inside her, too. She leaned in closer towards the screen, too distracted to deal with the pressure inside her tits. Her nipples stiffened and swelled, creating little tents in her top, while her breasts engorged underneath them. Veins stood out against her skin. Getting bigger wasn't enough; her tits were filling, swelling, engorging. Jordan winced at a touch of discomfort, but she couldn't look away from the screen.

Without even realizing she was doing it, Jordan let down her milk. Immediately, it soaked through her shirt and began to puddle on the desk. More and more milk gushed out of her tits, which were still getting bigger as Jordan kept scrolling. She couldn't stop. Nothing could break her concentration.

Except feeling something wet drip onto her foot.

"What the— HOLY SHIT!"

For the first time, Jordan saw what had happened to her. She felt not just large but massive tits bounce and wobble on her chest as milk flowed freely from her nipples. She reached out to touch one, only to bellow a moan. Milk gushed out of her as her body writhed in pleasure. As she regained her composure, she swallowed and looked back at the screen.

Wet sounds and quiet grunting filled the living room as the two occupants glared at each other from their respective armchairs. Both of them were panting hard, cheeks flushed with arousal, but anger burned behind their eyes.

"God, you f-fucking asshole! MMF! L-look at what you did to—holy fuck—my f-fat fucking t-tits! D-do you have any idea h-how much—aahhn!—how m-much this fucking b-bra cost?! And n-now it's r-ruined!"

Lauren did her best to be angry but it was tough to properly convey her fury while she was actively touching herself. The movement of her arm, resting against the side of her colossal tits, made them wobble and slosh, bouncing back and forth inside her overworked bra. The arms of the chair under her were pushed outward slightly by the wide hips stuffed into it and her whole body was lifted by the plump ass sinking into the cushion. Her hand writhed between her thick thighs, sending pleasure through her entire body. She narrowed her eyes at the person sitting opposite her.

"Yeah, b-but I bet you fucking like that, h-huh? Knowing that this b-body you gave me is t-too big to w-wear clothes! Turns you on to see how you fucking ruined my life! T-turned me into a f-fucking porndoll!"

Between huffs and moans, Ryan let out a wry scoff.

"R-ruined your l-life?! J-just look at w-what—oh jesus fuck—you d-did to me!"

As he glared back at his girlfriend, Ryan's hands never stopped moving. They slid up and down the length of his cock, all three and a half feet of it. It was thick enough that he couldn't fully close his hands around it and precum gushed from the tip, coating his cock in a glossy sheen. Between his legs sat a pair of swollen, heavy balls that churned and sched and begged for release. A wave of arousal struck him and he bucked his hips, forcing his cock upward between his hands. Tilting his head back just made his moans even louder. He did his best to press on.

"I c-can barely w-walk with this thing! In the r-rare fucking moments when it's s-soft, it hangs p-past my fucking knees! If I don't c-cum—shitshitshitfuuuuck—If I d-don't cum at l-least three t-times I day, I go f-fucking insane! And then I c-cum a fucking ocean!"

Despite herself, Lauren moaned, the thought of her man unleashing that much fucking cum overwhelming her. "Th-then do it! Quit f-fucking around and c-cum! You're t-too fucking big to actually fuck me! Or anyone! S-so you might as well just j-jerk off that gigantic fucking cock!"

Another wave of arousal made Ryan's balls twitch. Fuck, he was close. "Of c-course you want me to d-do that you f-fucking cumslut! You want every l-last drop of my ballsludge! You wanted to be p-painted in it! You w-want my thick, h-hot cum all over your h-huge fucking p-porntits! You w-want me to b-breed your f-fucking titpussy!"

"You... Y-you... Oh, fuck, FUCK, I'm gonna— AHHHNNN!!"

Tension gripped Lauren's body as an orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs and ass clenched, lifting off of the chair as she shoved her tit against her face. It barely muffled the intense moans that poured out of her, humping the air and thrusting her hips. Milk arced from her nipples, spraying across the room in her lewd display.

Finally, her body relaxed. She collapsed back into the chair, panting and sweating, heart pounding and chest heaving. "Fuh... Fuck...."

Across from her, Ryan gripped the arms of the chair as hard as he could. Slow, deep breaths held his concentration and, gradually, his cock softened. Precum poured from the tip as it did, slowly coming to rest draped over his humongous balls. His cock twitched but it stayed soft and, gradually, Ryan relaxed. "H-hah! Guess I win! Th-that's another cup size for you!"

"You're out of milk?" You inquired. Your gaze was riveted to the busty barista behind the counter. Were these the biggest pair of tits you had ever seen!? Her top was stretching noticeably under the girth and weight of her bosoms, offering up a deep delicious cleavage readily overflowed out of her tops neckline. Surely you're packing a couple gallons yourself... You thought to yourself.

It was as if she read your mind. "Read it and weep." She said flatly, gesturing towards the sign.

"It says here that there are substitutions available..." The words had only just left your lips, but the barista was now glaring at you intently. "Sir, do you want your coffee or not?"

Despite her sour demeanor, your lustful gaze noticed something... H-Her nipples! A-Are they getting hard!? Two large peaks pierced her top slowly but steadily. "Hmmm... What exactly are your milk substitutions anyway?" You tried to hide your excitement as you asked, your eyes riveted to her erect areola.

Before your mind could wander further, she answered. "Sir, please, can I just get you a coffee?" She seemed almost mournful as she said it. She was clearly dodging the question. "Surely you have a menu with your substitutions listed, do you not?" She rolled her eyes and reached under the counter for a menu. You virtually had to pry it from her grasp, "I'm warning you!" She hissed in a hushed tone, "Don't get any ideas!"

You perused your options. Oat milk, almond milk... and a Super Milk Deluxe? Your eyes met hers, it was like she could tell you had read it. "Super Milk Deluxe." You said without skipping a beat, "I'll have that." She grimaced as the words left your lips. She gritted her teeth, "Coming right up sir..."

You watched in awe as her hands reached for the bottom of her apron, pulling it upward, taking her top with it. Two buoyant round orbs bounced and wobbled as they escaped their confines, you could scarcely look away. Her nipples were nearly as big as dinner plates, her breasts were equally immense, two glorious ripe watermelons hanging heavy and low. "G-Go ahead..." She stammered. Her fury seemed to have been tamed.

You needed no further invitation. Standing behind her now, your hands lunged greedily into her massive globes of tit flesh, their soft pillowy embrace filling your loins with unbridled lust. "N-Not so rough!" She gasped, trying to contain her voice. Gasps turned to moans as your hands thoroughly groped and kneaded each enormous tit, savoring the sheer heft of each boob in your palm.

Feeling you had adequately explored each bosom, your hands slid toward eat teat slowly, grasping her fat engorged nipples firmly. "Oooooooh..." She trailed off as she moaned deeply. Rivulets of thick creamy milk sprung forth from each teat, splattering the coffee and counter below. With each tug and squeeze more and more breast milk poured across the counter, spilling onto the ground.

"Cool, then you should have no issue getting into that table." Sandra remarked as she pointed to the food court.

"Bet! Rosa declared as she adjusted her leggings and waddled with determination to her destination. Utterly unaware of the fact her overtaxed spandex slipped the moment she bent over and waddled forward. "Woo! This is," Rosa whispered to herself as she valiantly tried to sit down at the table. "I swear these weren't nearly as tight last week." Her voice becoming a gasping pant as she continued her crusade.

"Tadaa~ see, I'm totally still skinny!" Rosa declared, oblivious to the gargantuan split down both legs of her leggings, or that she spplayed over three sits and smothered the table with her belly.

"Great. You sure showed me." Sandra sarcastically declared. "Now that you're my captive," Sandra's eyes darkened as she traced a finger over Rosa's lips. "I'm gonna fucking feed you until you burst out of those clothes and this belly, this huge, heaving gut!" Sandra declared as she groped at Rosa's body. "Breaks this table in two!"

"Aaahn~ n-not again! I'll st-mmmmph!!" Rosa's voice collapsed into muffled cries and moans as Sandra shamelessly forced an eclair past her lips.

we are so cute together 💕