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Wish it was more socially acceptable to tell bartenders 'hi that drink you made me was really nice, would you like to grope and suck on my tits as thanks?' and have them do that at the bar

tiddyaddicted

It’s so cute when someone already has big tits but wants them to be bigger. You mean you want even more attention on your tits? You want to look cartoonishly busty? You want me to get even more lustful when I see you, overwhelmed by my desire to suck on them and bury my face in them and grope them and fuck them?

milkyhoneybee

I wish that bulge wasn't considered obscene. I wanna see fat pussy and fat cock in public, showing through tight pants. Ideally people should be able to be notably wet or hard/leaking and it'd be Fine still

lanatamilk

Thinking about waking up with my titties attached to a milking machine and a fucking machine lined up with my cowpussy 🥺 Hearing the machines whir to life and feeling rhythmic sucking on my nipples as a thick, metallic dildo begins thrusting into my hole 🥺 Finding out the machine has a cumtube attached when it begins filling up my hole with thick seed 🥺 Growing wetter and wetter until I finally orgasm, which just forces the cum deeper into my womb 🥺 My tits squirting out more and more milk as the machine is turned higher and higher, until it’s entering and exiting me at an inhuman pace 🥺 My nipples being sucked on even after my tits are empty, which just makes me moo and whine since they’re so sensitive now 🥺 The machines only turning off once my womb is bulging with cum and my brain has turned to mush 🥺 Waking up the next day in the same setup, with the only change being that an even bigger dildo is now attached to the fucking machine 🥺🥺🥺

lewddumbie

Holding a cutie between my tits while they jerk off would cure me rn

lesbiansextoy

sometimes I vividly fantasize about a queue of women waiting their turn to milk me dry while I'm tied down

growth-opportunities

Thinking about a hucow farm that's been struggling recently, until they have a trans woman apply for a job, fresh out of college, and she ends up as both their prize dairy cow and their prize bull.

At the end of the day, it was a mutually beneficial agreement for both parties.

For Bowman Acres, Jamie was their saving grace. Bulls had been getting more expensive by the day. By the time they realized that their herd was aging out of their peak production, the cost of replacing them—either from market or the old fashioned way—had become prohibitively costly. With pressure to sell their farm to one of the big conglomerates growing, their options were dwindling away. They needed to do something bold, something risky. Jamie was their last hope.

While Jamie was Bowman Acres's final chance, they were everything for her. The job market had all but dried up and what the farm was willing to offer seemed like a dream come true. They'd feed her, house her, and her term of employment was for as long as she wanted. That didn't even touch on how good it sounded to have all of her hormonal needs met for as long as she worked there. Plus, there was something exciting about the prospect of something so risky. Hucow and hubull hormones were well-understood, but they had only ever been combined a handful of times. Jamie would be at the forefront of something new. She understood the risks and she'd be lying if it didn't make her heart race thinking about it.

Everything worked out even better than either of them could have imagined.

The hormones worked even better than expected, seeming to amplify each other's effects. Within a month, Jamie's tits had swollen into proper udders, huge and heavy, bigger than her head even in those rare moments when she was fully drained. By the end of the quarter, her gargantuan, hanging tits produced more milk than the entire rest of the herd combined and she had to spend almost every waking moment (and some moments unconscious moments) hooked up to pumps to drain the ocean of milk that filled her.

As a bull, Jamie couldn't have been better suited. Her gock grew and thickened, her balls swelling between her thighs. They had planned to have her breed the other cows in the usual manner, but after seeing just how much cum her enormous hubull gock produced, splattered against the far wall after a few hours on the pumps, they realized that they'd have to take additional measures. Finding a hubull milker that fit her impressive size was hard and the one they did find was a snug fit, but the riches that flowed from Jamie were truly remarkable. She didn't stop making cum after all the other cows on the farm were bred and so they were able to sell the extra. Jamie was, in almost every sense, their cash cow and, God, Jamie had never felt such pleasure.

Any sense of time melted away in the raging heat of countless orgasms. The three pumps working in tandem to drain her of her milk and her cum kept Jamie in a state of constant bliss, drooling and moaning and mooing. She didn't have to worry about rent. She didn't have to worry about anything. All she had to do was keep cumming and keep milking and, with the hormones coursing through her, she couldn't stop even if she wanted to.

growth-opportunities

When you breathe in, your lungs fill and push your chest out. Your breasts follow. This is normal.

When you breathe out, your lungs empty and pull your chest in. Your breasts do not follow. This is not normal.

For years, Aspen Daywillow—as she was known online—tried to establish herself as a wellness guru. She tried everything from soundbaths to supplements to "Sun Harmonizing Yoga at Dawn." A veritable roulette of buzzwords and cliche phrases bounced across her page but none of them seemed to gain any traction. Her follower count sat firmly at a couple hundred and refused to budge.

That is, until one of her videos went viral.

The video in question was the last thing that Aspen expected to be so popular, nothing more than a straightforward breathing exercise. Breathing in, holding, breathing out, and holding, each on a four count. Couldn't be any simpler! And yet, comments and likes and shares flooded in. Her follower count went up by more than one order of magnitude overnight. She didn't think that the video was anything special but, well, if this is what her audience wanted...

What Aspen couldn't see was that nobody was actually watching for the breathing exercises. Every time she took a breath in, her breasts pushed forward. They bulged out of her top and swelled under her chin. But they didn't budge as she breathed out again. On the next inhale, they did it again, tightening the straps over her shoulders and straining the clasp of her bra, only to stay exactly where they sat as she breathed out again.

Every video Aspen made brought in hordes of new followers. She even had a few that did exceptionally well, doing breathing at sunrise on the beach (visibly bulging more and more out of her bikini top) or before doing yoga stretches (testing the limits of her sports bra).

She never quite put it together. Her newfound confidence and her surge in popularity and the steady, constant shrinking of her clothes no matter how she fiddled with the settings on her washing machine. But Aspen was happy. She loved helping her followers with their breathing. She loved how good it felt to breathe, knowing so many people were watching. She loved the thrill she got when she was recognized in public—the only explanation she could think of as to why people would stop and stare at her as she walked down the street, blissfully unaware of how her gargantuan, growing tits bounced and wobbled.

girlballs

waitress SHOCKS customers by cumming in her tights while taking the table's orders

lucettalovesu

uma girl attending a human school getting her first erection in the middle of class, and then subsequently her first handjob, blowjob, assjob, pitjob, and, well, just about every other "-job" too

lucettalovesu

umamusume but most of the girls have hot steaming horsesheaths and fat sweaty balls bulging their racewear

its not uncommon for inexperienced racers to get hard mid-race, feet of hungry horsemeat escaping up their waistband or down their leghole, bouncing obscenely, ruining their focus

some even cum right there on the track, hands free, with everyone watching

thus, the most successful stallions will have a squad of mares they breed before every race, while less wealthy runners get their balls drained by their trainers

jukeboxemcsa

Darcy Helps With Monica's Little Problem

"Oh. Um, yeah. I guess they are leaking." Darcy was aware of the muzzy, muddled tone in her voice, and a part of her recognized just how odd it was to be staring at another woman's tits like this. But her gaze refused to move from the thin spray of milk gushing from Monica's lush, heavy breasts, and all she could think about was how absolutely fascinating the sight truly was. She'd never seen a woman lactate before, not up close and in person like this, and there was something just brain-breakingly amazing about actually seeing mammary glands fulfilling their primary purpose. She couldn't look away.

But it gradually dawned on her that Monica had been asking for help back when this conversation first started, and Darcy had responded to that request by just staring vacantly at her boobs like a horny guy in a peepshow booth. Not that she was exactly sure whether it was her responsibility to clean up the misty spray of milk that was falling to the kitchen floor--this was Darcy's first job as an au pair, she didn't really know how to draw firm boundaries yet. But she still felt like she ought to do something. "I, uh, I guess I should help with that," she mumbled, again noticing just how dazed and vacant she sounded but unable to muster any real force behind her words. She was… wow, it really just kept on coming, didn't it? Darcy suddenly felt like it was a good thing she was sitting down, or she might simply have slumped straight onto the floor.

Monica said something, and it took Darcy a surprising amount of concentration to realize that it was, "I thought you'd never ask," and it took her an even more surprising amount of concentration to realize that it wasn't the only thing Monica had been saying over the last few minutes. She'd been talking this whole time, speaking in a low, soothing voice while Darcy just stared in glassy-eyed fascination at her tits, and thankfully the older woman seemed to understand the effect her breasts and the leaking milk had on Darcy or otherwise she probably would have gotten fired for sexually harassing her boss. But instead Monica just angled her nipple directly at Darcy's parted lips to catch the spray of creamy liquid.

That should have broken the spell, but it did the exact opposite. Instead of being shocked and surprised and maybe even a little embarrassed by getting Monica's warm milk in her mouth, Darcy felt a kind of primal relaxation settle onto her brain like a weighted blanket. She experienced an impulse she hadn't thought about since childhood, the urge to latch on and suckle, and it just seemed to take over her mind and empty every other thought clean out until she found her lips pursing around the long, stiff nipples almost without any conscious effort on her part. "That's a good girl," Monica cooed, and Darcy did kind of wonder about the condescending tone behind the gentle praise but she was too busy swallowing to pay much attention.

Honestly, it was hard to really pay attention to anything other than the warm, sweet milk flowing across her tongue and down her throat, and soon Darcy's eyes were rolling back in her head behind drooping, fluttering eyelids as she struggled and failed to fight the instinctual urge to nod off suckling at a heavy tit. She knew Monica was talking to her, saying very important things she would need to remember later, but her conscious mind didn't need to recall them and didn't want to recall them when she could just suck and sleep and obey. Darcy had just barely enough presence of mind to wonder where that last word came from and why it seemed so natural, but then the bottom fell out of her brain and she simply slumped up against Monica while her mouth did what came naturally.

(If you enjoy this fiction and want to make sure it continues, please visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox to become a supporter. Or, if you simply want to make a one-time contribution, you can drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox instead. Thank you!)

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Rory Gets Emptied

"Oh dear, someone looks very full!" Marcie exclaimed cheerfully, barely even keeping up a pretense at sympathy as she unsnapped the straps on Rory's dress to send it tumbling down and expose her lush, heavy tits. "Oh, sweetie, it's no wonder you came over a little bit early today, your udders have to be absolutely aching right now!" Rory furrowed her brow in a desperate attempt to figure out why Marcie called her breasts 'udders', or what she meant about coming over early, or really just anything that had been going on over the last several weeks, but it was so hard to think with that constant ache of pressure in her chest and she instead found herself wandering over to the kitchen island and bracing herself against it in a surprisingly familiar pose.

"That's a good girl," Marcie cooed, placing a steel pail on the stool just underneath Rory and giving her right breast a playful squeeze. "You're getting to be so well-trained now, and doesn't that feel so nice, sweetie? Doesn't it just feel so wonderful to come to me whenever you need help with those big pretty udders of yours?" Rory didn't know why she nodded, and she understood even less why the verbal response she'd planned to make had been replaced by a loud, lowing moo, but before she could begin the seemingly impossible task of unpacking it all in her feeble brain Marcie gave her nipple a tug and everything gushed out of her mind in a long, steady stream of creamy milk.

It wasn't even that it felt good on a physical level, although the sense of release and the hot, tingling pleasure of having her sensitive nipple played with was enough to make Rory's eyes roll back in her head with mindless arousal. It was more that it felt so satisfying, that on some level she couldn't escape a profound degree of contented fulfillment from just bending over with her tits out and her mind rapidly descending into stupefied ecstasy while her neighbor from down the hall milked her like a piece of livestock. Being a cow seemed so much easier than being a person, and Rory's muddled thoughts finally found a single clear and blissful memory as she recalled that first glorious day when her breasts began to express those first few drops of milk. "Good cow," Marcie murmured, and Rory couldn't help agreeing.

She wound up giving almost a full pint that afternoon, with Marcie's hands going from one breast to the other until she was finally drained, and by then she was so turned on that she let herself be led to Marcie's sybian with a blank and blissful smile on her flushed face. Marcie settled Rory down onto the vibrating saddle, purring, "I'm so proud of my pretty little cow," and then she put on a video that emptied Rory's mind out almost before she knew it was even happening. Rory grunted and moaned as the buzz finally satisfied the urgent throb between her legs, fully convincing her subconscious to go along with the programming her waking mind barely even remembered now, and by the time she finally slumped over it was almost time for her to go to bed. But Marcie made sure she got one last milking in, just to ensure she slept well when she trotted vacantly back to her own apartment to sleep.

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Ann Finally Accepts Her Purpose

The last little splinter of resistance in Ann's mind worked itself out somewhere around the seventh month of her pregnancy. Naomi was there when it went; she'd pulled one of Ann's tits out of her loose and flowing maternity dress to to heft it in her hand, just to see how the milk was coming in, and she watched as the brunette gave a tiny shudder and a hitching breath just before her pale pink cheeks spread wide in a beatific smile. Ann's fingers caressed her broad, curvy belly with an erotic thrill Naomi had never seen from her before, and she instantly knew that whatever futile struggle the younger woman had been waging had finally ended in total defeat.

Naomi squeezed Ann's wide brown nipple, bringing up just a tiny bead of milk, and asked Ann, "Is someone looking forward to being a brood mare again?" Previous questions along that line had merely produced a kind of dazed, thoughtless nod that suggested nothing but mindless compliance to Doug and Naomi's will, but Ann's head now bobbed up and down in agreement so vigorous that Naomi very nearly called her husband down for a quick practice run. Just to see if their 'extended houseguest' would respond to getting her pussy plowed the same way she responded to having her udders groped and fondled.

But this particular moment of pure, enthusiastic submission was only going to be fresh and new once, so while Ann was cheerfully burbling things like, "Oh yes, ma'am, your breeder slut wants to get knocked up again so bad right now," Naomi was coming around the couch to sit down next to Ann and run her fingers along the other woman's gently parted labia to feel just how wet subjugation was making her. And sure enough, Ann's pussy was wetter than it had ever been--she was constantly aroused, of course, perpetually lost in a haze of lust from the hypnotic signals constantly pumping themselves straight into her vulnerable brain, but Naomi had never seen a cunt drool like this before. "Oh f-f-fucckkkk, Mistress!" Ann whimpered, and that was when it finally sank in for Naomi that they'd made a slave for life.

Which made her pretty wet too, and she wriggled her skirt up around her hips before giving Ann's teat a long, soulful, suckling kiss that filled Naomi's mouth with creamy milk. "Unh, uh huh, s-suck me Mistress," Ann moaned, even as her hips rolled back and forth against Naomi's fingers, and all of the complex feelings Naomi was working through over brainwashing her old college friend just to solve her fertility problems finally resolved themselves in a tidal wave of pure lust that left Naomi squirming around to find a position that let her grind her pussy against something firm. Ann looked so happy right now, so overjoyed to be reprogrammed into obedience, and even though Naomi knew that was entirely down to a tiny device no larger than a grain of rice implanted into the base of Ann's neck it still meant she truly desired all this. And that was so fucking hot.

Naomi was on her third climax by the time Doug walked in, and she turned her head to smile at him with milk still dribbling under her chin… but before she could say anything, Ann sighed out, "Please fill me with cum, Master," in a tone of dreamy enthusiasm she'd never mustered before, and Naomi knew her husband understood what had happened. And judging by the speed of his undressing, he was just as excited about it as Naomi.

chubloveandeggs

tragedy my tits are not twice as big heavy and round with milk, my poor nipples engorged and aching for anyone to touch them, sure they're dripping milk but I'd need someone to help properly pump it out of me

the-black-manor

Absolutely disgusting that aphrodisiac pollen, nectar, pills, gels, etc aren't real. I want to pop a pill and become so horny that my cunt is gushing slick and my cock is throbbing and I grind on anything in sight just to get some friction. I want to fuck for hours, over and over and over and still be insatiable afterward. I want powerful aphrodisiacs to be real.

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