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Goth Feeds Nerd 13

I joined the local dairy to help pay for school (ha) and the pump assistant who would set me up, let's call her J, had me set up with the best milking experience of my life and we spent it shooting the breeze about anime and takeout food, and I hit a new personal expression best to boot! If I'm interested in making this a regular thing, and possibly taking this outside of work, what are the best practices here? Her job is in Hucow hospitality, so maybe it's weird for me to ask her out, and I don't want to make trouble on her end if there's a work/client power imbalance to consider. Am I too in my own head about this, or is a cow girl/ranch hand romance doomed to be a pump and dump?

Romcom Cow

Dear RomCow,

I'm gonna be real with you: this is a tricky one. She works in hospitality. Her job is to be friendly with people, which is especially important in an industry that caters to something so intimate. You wouldn't want your udders to be handled and milked by someone unfriendly, right? While I am rooting for the two of you, there's a very real chance that she was just polite.

That being said, I don't want you to give up! There's just as much chance that you're at the start of something very real and it'd be a waste not to at least give it a shot! The first step is to go back. See if you can specially request J as your pump assistant and let her know that you did! Don't be afraid to flirt a little and see if she flirts back. It might feel weird to flirt while she's casually groping and grabbing and moving your udders, but you have to try. Make a point to get her to open up about herself. If she starts to pull back or tries to keep a more professional distance, that's your sign to back off. It's okay, no harm done. That's your answer.

If she doesn't and she leans into it, you can start building a path towards friendship. That's where you'll want to go first. That's how you bridge the gap from the milking room to real life. Once you know what she likes, you can try to find something she might be interested in! If you know she's a fiend for Thai food and there's a new Thai place opening up, you can float the idea of checking it out together! If an anime the two of you both like is getting a movie, you can ask her if she wants to see it together! It'll probably wind up being one of those "not a date, haha, unless..." situations and those can be a little awkward, but it won't be if the chemistry is there.

The real test comes after you've started hanging and have seen each other socially a few times. You should still be going to see her professionally while this is all going on, but on one of your social outings, do not milk yourself before hand. In fact, try to go without milking yourself for as long as you can before your get-together. You'll arrive swollen and engorged, maybe even leaking. Your udders will be bulging over the cups of your bra and stretching out your shirt to near transparency. Brush it off. Say it's fine. Tell her not to worry about it. By the end of it, she'll have no choice but to worry about it. It might be a little painful and you'll definitely start leaking, so don't wear anything that can't get milk stains on it. She's not going to let her friend walk around like that. She'll invite you back to her place so she can milk you. You're going to make a lot and it's going to feel good so you might embarrass yourself and that's okay! You're deepening your friendship and your relationship. If you're lucky, if all goes well, she'll finally be tempted enough to drink your milk, maybe even drink it straight from the tap. Once she gets her lips around your nipple and suckles on your massive, swollen udder, you're in!

Or, you know, you could just talk to her and ask her. But that's less fun.

Best of luck,

wanna hit?

"I can't... I can't make it stop!

"I just wanted to be a little bit bigger! A cup size, two at the most! I thought maybe being a C or a D would get those bratty bitches to stop making fun of me. Fuck, I don't know what went wrong! I followed the instructions on the growth cream to the letter. Maybe I got a little carried away when I first started seeing results, but I swear I didn't use that much extra!

"But now... fuck, they just won't stop growing! I've already passed a G cup and they're not showing any sign of slowing down! None of my bras even remotely fit and I'm afraid of buying another one because I know I'll just outgrow it in a few days and, at this size, bras aren't cheap!

"The worst part is how sensitive they are. I mean, just look at how stiff my nipples are under this tank top! I don't think they've gone soft in the last three days! Tight clothes put too much pressure on them, loose clothes brush against them, and even when I'm not wearing anything at all, just the feeling of air rushing over them is enough to make me outrageously horny! I can't sleep because even the blankets resting on top of my tits makes them impossible to ignore and I wind up teasing them and pinching them and groping myself until the sun rises! I swear my nipples are even more sensitive than my clit!

You like what you see? I’ve been taking those supplements we got from that hippie couple. I’ve never felt better. I’ve never felt…. Sexier. I’ve gone up at least three cups sizes, and still growing.

Just look at these. Won’t you come over and play with them?

Wait, why do you look so surprised to see me?"

I said all that? Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Of course I still want to speak to you. I want to do a lot more than that, too."

What changed my mind? Well, I went to the mall to get a new bra, and everyone was so, so nice to me! Even after my top ripped! Well, especially after my top ripped. The cashier said she'd let me walk out with as many bras as I could carry!"

Yeah, that was really nice of her. Almost too nice. These things are expensive, you know. If my bras get taken out of her pay, she's gonna lose a paycheck at least."

Well, yeah, I feel sorry for her too, but thinking about that gave me an idea. See, I wanted to video chat with you to see if um. If I could get you to cum yourself just by aski--"

WHOA! I hadn't even asked yet, honey! No, don't stop. Just keep going..."

That's--wow, you just keep going, huh? Say, you're looking a little faint. Are you alrigh--"

Oh shit! Stop, stop, stop! Stop cumming!"

Phew. Sorry, I just was worried that--hold up, were you actually about to pass out? Tell me the truth, now."

You were? You were gonna cum yourself unconscious for these giant fucking titties? They're that powerful?"

...Hm. Well, it's a start."

What do I mean? I'll tell you. You're gonna go downstairs to that lab of yours and get every last dose of serum you have. Then you're gonna drive over here and you're gonna give them all to me. And then I'm gonna grow. I'm gonna grow until I can't fit in this house anymore. Until people do exactly what I want without me having to say a word. And then you're gonna climb up on these massive, gravity-welling tits and fuck me until one of us passes out. And then...well, we'll see. I'm a patient girl. I can put off world conquest for a day or two."

Maybe an hour or two."

Change #1: Women have huge breasts and want to have larger breasts. A woman's social standing is based on breast size.

That was the first change you put into Dr. Smith's interdimensional portal device and stepped through the shimmering vortex that appeared before you. Now you were here, sitting in a Starbucks, staring at a pair of tits that probably weighed as much as the rest of the women they were attached to.

"--anyway, that's why I'm hoping that my boss'll approve me for some growth hormones next week. It's not a full promotion, but it'll mean that those bitches in Sales will have to listen to me when I talk."

"Mmm-hmm," you say, only half-paying attention to your date's words as you stare at her chest.

"Oh. Sorry, is there like a stain on my shirt? You've been staring at my chest for a really long time."

You look up, blushing. The social norms of your old universe haven't fully left your subconscious yet. Still, things were different here. You might as well be honest.

"Well, uh, it's just that you have really nice tits is all," you say, averting your gaze. "Seriously, those things are huge. It's really hot."

Your date--you think her name is Tara--squints at you, cocking her head in disbelief. Her eyes twinkle with cautious arousal.

Change #2: Women, particularly busty women, get off on the idea of somebody being aroused by large breasts or breast expansion.

"I--oh my god, seriously? You're um. Sorry, I have to make sure," says Tara. "You're not a woman, right? Because if you are, like, you're nice and all, but dating somebody so flat--"

Change #3: No man, save for me, is aroused by women's breasts in any way.

"No, no, I'm a guy," you say. "It's just that, y'know, damn. Look at these things!" You reach across the table and squeeze Tara's boobs, relishing the moan that the gesture elicits.

Change #4: The larger a woman's breasts are, the more sensitive they are.

You continue to squeeze, casually rubbing one of her rock-hard nipples through her top. "Has nobody ever done this to you before? Because they're missing out."

"Only--only--hah--a couple sorority sisters and--hah--oh--oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

Tara arches her back, as she cum the sudden shift in her center of gravity and her wobbling tits toppling the table towards her.

Change #5: Public sexuality is acceptable for women with larger-than-average breasts. What a woman can get away with scales with breast size.

Tara grabs your wrist with one of her hands and looks at you, a hungry look in her eye. You notice that her other hand is beneath table. You hear a faint, wet, rhythmic noise. "I'm going to take you home, tie you to my bed, and make you suck my tits until I pass out with your head lodged in my cleavage, and then I'm going to tit-fuck you until you cum your fucking soul out."

Change #6. Women are socially and sexually dominant. It is expected for a woman to make the first move in a sexual relationship, and it's rarely subtle.

"I think I'd like that," you say.

"Good," says Tara. She's breathing heavily. A thin trickle of saliva runs from the corner of her mouth. She idly wipes it away with the hand that isn't grabbing onto you. Her fingers glisten. "Because I wouldn't stop if you didn't--"

Suddenly, Tara lets go of your wrist and slaps her forehead. "Wait! What the fuck am I saying?"

You wonder if your date is realizing how far she's letting herself get carried away. You're about to reassure her, when she suddenly continues.

"You haven't even seen my boss yet! Or my CEO. God, they make me look flat!"

Change #7: Women get off on sharing their lovers with others, particularly their social superiors.

"Do--do you--"

"That's it! I'll take you in front of the C-suite at my company, explain what's up, let them pass you around like a joint, and when I get you back, they'll have to let me get those growth hormones! Hell, they'll probably promote me on the spot!"

"Uh--"

"And then once I get the corner office, I could give you to the mayor, or the governor, or the prime minister--" Tara continues. Her hands are back on your wrists. "I bet I could get as big as I wanted. As big as I deserve. I bet I'll rule this fucking world by the end of next year. And then--" Her grin is crazed with equal parts lust and megalomania. "The sky's the fucking limit."

Tara grabs your hands and leads you from the cafe, running as fast as the weight of her tits will allow.

"Uh. Tara? The sky's the limit metaphorically, right? Right?"