Titslover

It's a simple mantra, don't you think? Some people need long, drawn out sessions that say all sorts of fancy words that make them feel fuzzy. But not you. You don't need those. You need something easier. Something that's not just a mantra, but an easy action you can do.

A command you just obey without question.

Tits out, mind off.

It's simple. Just take them out and your brain shuts down. Your thoughts crash and you relax. You sink into that warm feeling that before would've taken all these messages back and forth to achieve.

Now all it takes is pulling out your tits.

Tits out, mind off.

Do that, and you become a mindless pleasure toy, so suggestible and ready to be used.

And who you show those tits to, that's who controls you. Who owns you. Who can do anything they want to you.

Tits out, mind off.

Something to listen to while you browse through Trancing Tits.

Good girls are happy to be pretty, powerless, suggestible, to obey, to have an empty head.

An empty head is a happy head.

“I feel ridiculous.”

Well, you look hot as hell.

“It’s just…I know that lactation and tit worship are your thing, and I’m happy to give it a shot, but isn’t this whole thing taking it a bit…overboard?”

Let’s just give it a shot, okay? Five minutes. You don’t like it, we’ll stop. 

“Fine…but isn’t the whole point of this that you worship my tits? How can you do that from another room?”

Give me a second…let me just finish…syncing up these files, and…

“Files?”

Okay, here we go. 

YOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOURUDDERSAREHEAVYYOURUDDERARELEAKMOOYYOURBRAINISEMPTYYOULIVETOBEFUCKEDYOULIMOOVETOBEMILKEDYOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOUR-

“What the hell is this?”

You don’t have to listen to it too hard. Just let it kind of linger in the background noise, okay? Like static. 

“Oh…kay…?”

Now just relax for me. No need to stand. We’ll both be sitting for this anyway, right? Just feel a wave of relaxation wash over your legs.

“Jeez, my knees just buckled.”

Maybe you should kneel. Give your legs some rest. 

“Yeah…hey, what is this recording saying-?”

Now focus on what you’ll want me to do once I’m in there. Where should I even begin with your breasts?

“Mmmm…such a good question.”

Do you want me to cup them in my hands? Jiggle them around? Squeeze them?

“That sounds so hot.”

Give it a try. Close your eyes and play with your breasts. Get them ready for worship.

“That’s, um…okay?”

How does that feel?

“Mmmm, now you’re just teasing me. Get in here and suck on them.”

Do they feel soft?

“You know they do.”

Do they feel full?

“Um…I don’t…?”

Do you feel heavy?

“They…actually do feel heavier, yeah.”

How much heavier?

“I don’t really-”

Are you relaxed enough yet?

“Oh, umm…kind of? It’s pretty hard to relax with these voices in my ears.”

Maybe instead of just kneeling, you should get on your hands and knees?

“How will that help?”

It will relax you. 

“I doubt tha…oh, this is actually mmore comfortable.”

Now, what were you saying about how heavy your breasts felt?

“Fuck, in this position, they feel very heavy…”

Just kind of hanging there, aren’t they?

“Yeah…”

How do they look?

“In this ridiculous costume you’ve got mme in? They look…actually…really dammn good.”

Of course they do. Especially when they sway back and forth.

“Oh shit…shit, they feel amazing when I do that.”

Heavy?

“Yes.”

Full?

“I…yes.”

Are you relaxed?

“Ummm-”

How heavy do your udders feel?

“Udders? I think that’s too-”

How heavy?

“…Very.”

Are you wet?

“Very…wait-”

Can you feel your udders leaking?

“Lea…Leaking?”

Are you relaxed?

“This is a lot-”

Body relaxed?

“Yes…”

Mind relaxed?

“I don’t…”

How heavy are they?

“Fuck, so heavy…”

What can I do to relieve that weight?

“Mmm…Mmmi…fuck…”

What do you want me to do?

“Mmmmoo…holy shit, what the hell is-?”

What are you desperate for, my little cow?

“Cuh…what are you doing to-?”

What do you need?

“…Mmm…mmmilk…mmme…”

My cow wants to be milked?

“Yes, please!”

Please what?

“I…hard to think…”

Then don’t think. 

“Don’t-?”

Cows don’t think. 

“I-”

What does my little cow want from her Master?

“Mmmm…Mmmm…Mmmmoo. Mooooo…”

There we go…now I’ll “worship” your udders. See, this isn’t so bad, is it?

“Um… excuse me? Mister? Could you, um, help me out?” Maria knew she didn’t need to explain what she needed help with–anyone could see just from the state of her broad, brown nipples that she’d gone a little bit too long since her last milking and she needed someone to relieve the uncomfortable fullness in her tawny breasts. It was embarrassing, of course; even though the laws regarding public breastfeeding had been changed to accommodate those unfortunate women who’d suffered the irreversible side effects of hypotraxine, Maria still found herself lurking in stairwells and alcoves whenever she needed help like this. She didn’t want anyone to see what the life-saving drug had done to her biochemistry. What it had reduced her to.

But sometimes it was unavoidable. “You need me to suck your titties?” the man leered, staring at Maria’s heavy breasts with a sparkle in his eye that suggested he’d been looking for someone like her all day. Any other time, she’d have sent him packing and waited for someone a little less lewd, but Maria had been at the conference all day and things had gotten away from her just a little. Her boobs felt so sensitive that she couldn’t stop playing with them, even though she knew that nothing but a suckling mouth would properly release the flow of milk. God, she wished she was one of those women who could get her tits into her own mouth.

She felt a prickling warmth on her skin, the heat of embarrassment, as she mumbled, “Um, y-yes. Please.” It was matched by an entirely different kind of heat between her legs–hypotraxine increased sexual arousal along with lactic production, opening up the chemical receptors in the nerve endings to make them more receptive to stimulation. In layman’s terms, practically everything made Maria stupid horny when her tits were full like this… and she could tell that the bastard staring at her knew it. Maybe she should tell him to go fuck himself after all. She could find somebody else to milk her, couldn’t she?

But then he reached out and pinched her nipples, and Maria knew that it was way too late for that. Milking had become an absolute biological need for her now, a powerful and inescapable drive that her body demanded her to satisfy no matter what her lust-fogged mind tried to decide. “I’m sorry,” the stranger said, a devilish grin on his face. “I didn’t quite catch that. Could you please tell me exactly what it is you need, pretty girl?” Maria grunted in arousal. This didn’t normally turn her on, but the pressure in her tits made even embarrassment an erotic experience right now. She couldn’t stop herself from letting it play out.

“I n-need you… to s-suck my titties. Sir.” Strictly speaking, the ‘sir’ hadn’t been part of the package, but Maria was having more and more trouble thinking right now. Visions of the stranger’s warm lips wrapping around her nipple, suckling her tits until the milk flowed out of her in a rush of liquid ecstasy, kept intruding on her mind and making everything jumbled and confused. She knew she’d be fine once she got suckled properly, she’d be back to herself and she could tell this creep to fuck off… but right now she needed him. She needed to be led. Maria sometimes suspected that the people who released hypotraxine considered this a feature, not a bug, but not right this moment. She had only one thing in her head right now.

And the stranger knew it. “I tell you what,” he said, gripping her nipple like the end of a leash and leading her away. “Let’s you and me spend a little time talking about what’s in it for me, and after we’re done maybe I can suck you dry. Hmm?” Maria didn’t struggle. She followed meekly, unable to resist the instinctive drive to breastfeed… and if the stranger had other things in mind, well, those drives were alive and well in Maria right now too.