#hubull

Need to have my tits sucked so bad I'm going feral

"Come on, hurry up! These mega milkers ain't gonna drain themselves, y'know? I got places to be!"

Your roommate settled himself into the make-shift milking bench (a chair set a foot or two back from the kitchen counter) and lifted his t-shirt up. With a grunt and a few form pulls, both his shirt and his sports bra lifted away, letting his gigantic breasts hang down beneath him. They wobbled and swayed beneath his slender chest, red lines arcing over the soft skin from where his bra was just a little bit too tight. They were massive normally, large enough to cover the majority of his torso, but now they seemed particularly swollen. The pressure of their own weight forced a bead of milk to form at his thumb-thick nipple, dripping into the bucket below.

"Chop chop! What the hell are you waiting for? Did seeing my titties make all the blood rush down to your tiny ass dick or something? Pull up a chair and let's get this fucking over with!"

There was a hope that forcing your bratty, asshole roommate would force him to soften, both literally and emotionally, but it doesn't always work like that. Even as his chest grew softer and fuller and heavier, transforming from flat to buds to breasts to tits to udders, he was still the same asshole he ever was. And when he found out it was your fault that he grew an enormous pair of milky tits, well, he made sure you regretted it.

He yelped as your hands wrapped around his nipples. "Jesus fucking christ! Did you put your hands in the fucking ice box!? Warm 'em up next time or you'll be squeezing out ice cream! Sigh, God. You're fucking useless."

A single tug on his nipples was enough to make a jet of milk splash down against the bottom of the bucket. His whole body tensed, his hips bucking forward. A moan stifled in his throat. This was the only time you had power over him. Milking, apparently, felt good. Really good. You could see his shorts getting tighter as his arousal grew, breathing hard, cheeks pink. Each pull on his tits filled the bucket and emptied his tits but also sent his heart racing. Pathetic whimpering punctuated each pull. A dark patch spread over the front of his shorts. The fullness of his udders meant that there was more milk to get out, but it also increased the pressure. Milk flowed freely from his nipples, the bucket filling with each splash. Finally, right as you're nearing the end, you stopped. You had him right where you wanted him. He was such a dick, after all; why not edge him-

A hand leapt out and grabbed your wrist. "I swear to God, if you ruin this for me, I will-"

You gave his tits one last tug, pulling as hard as you can. His head shot back, his eyes rolled into his head. His hips trembled and the bulge in the front of his shorts pulsed, the damp spot growing. After a few seconds of deep moaning (which, if you ever pointed out sounded a bit like mooing, would be your end), he collapsed forward, breathing heavy and attempting to gather himself. Gingerly, his nipples still sensitive, he pulled down his bra and his top.

"Th-thanks, nerd. Bottle up what you can of the milk and dump the rest. I have to, uh, change my shorts and then get going."