You Cow

You Cow

 

An Erotic Novel of Induced Lactation and Hucow Conversion

 

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

You Cow

 

An Erotic Novel of Induced Lactation and Hucow Conversion

 

Copyright © 2021 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

 

Part One

Chapter 1

 

If I knew now what I knew then...well, we’ve all had that thought, haven’t we? 

 

Being a pervert is a heavy burden to carry, but after ten years I had gotten used to it. I shouldn’t have been looking at weird porn when I was a teenager, but I had way too many hormones back then. 

Internet searches for pornographic materials when you’re too young for that sort of thing are, I’m convinced, what twists people’s sexuality.

At least it did for me.

I’ve always been a little chubby and once my boobs started growing, it seemed like they never stopped. Mine are huge. I found the wrong places on the internet and suddenly I developed a fetish to be a hucow.

I was smart enough to keep it under wraps until I got out of my parents’ house, but it was always there. I couldn’t masturbate and cum without thinking and fantasizing about it.

And even on my own, I kept it to myself. My friends didn’t know. My occasional boyfriends didn’t know. I felt it was wrong and perverted and it was keeping me from having a normal life.

But I still kept masturbating and fantasizing about it.

When I learned that I could take some pills and actually start lactating on my own, my fantasies kicked into high gear.

I spent way too much time online looking at fenugreek and blessed thistle pills. And breast pumps. And cow bikinis. And ornamental cow bells. And headdresses that had cow horns on them. I even perused body modification websites and looked at way too many pictures and videos of women who got septum piercings. 

I knew I was going to do it. I just needed to work up the courage to do it.

And I continued to masturbate way too much and work at my shitty office job.

The reason I didn’t buy any pills online was because I didn’t trust them. I wanted to lactate, but I didn’t have the courage.

And then I realized there was a health supplement store three blocks away from my apartment. 

Going through the door felt like an act of defiance to the world and my burgeoning sexuality.

Inside was nice. 

For all of three seconds before I was accosted by a salesgirl. She looked incredibly young.

“Can I help you find something?”

Tattoos and piercings covered her face and arms. And probably elsewhere.

I wanted to be like her, but I wasn’t that bold. That wasn’t me. 

“Uhh…”

She smiled at me. At least her teeth were normal.

“Need time to look around?”

“Fenugreek!” I burst out as she started walking away. She turned back.

“Kidneys or bronchitis?” she asked as she led me down the aisle filled with bottles and bottles of pills on shelves.

“Uhh...neither. I also need blessed thistle.”

“Oh, sure.” She stopped short and bent down. I could see down her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need to. She was small busted. “Are you having trouble nursing?” She selected a bottle off the shelf. 

“What?”

“New mom? Having trouble with your milk flow?”

I was surprised she knew what I was after. “Uh...sort of.”

The salesgirl—she looked like she was barely out of high school—tilted her head to the side. “Are you trying to induce?”

I nodded, unable to actually speak.

“Blessed thistle and fenugreek will both work for that, but…” She put the bottle back on the shelf and moved down, picking up another. “This is a special formulation we have for those women who are trying to induce for the first time. Just be sure to use it with a pump. We guarantee it’ll bring in your milk or we’ll refund you the cost of the pills.”

I nodded and we went to the register.

Halfway there my eye caught an incredibly handsome man with a body that was equally incredible.

Yes, I was lust-struck. I knew he wasn’t perfect, but his face and shaggy hair and bulging muscles exposed by his t-shirt were all too perfect. I was just glad I wasn’t panting with my tongue out. As it was, I could feel my panties getting damp.

“Hi,” he said to me with a crooked smile.

I think I made a noise in response that might have been interpreted as “hi.”

“Come here often?” he joked.

I shook my head.

He nodded to the bottle the salesgirl was ringing up. I passed her my card to pay.

“What are you getting?” he asked.

“Just...stuff,” I said, my face, always pale, now turned bright red because it felt like it was on fire.

“Don’t be so nosy, Sandy,” the salesgirl said. She smiled apologetically at me. “He’s a nice guy. Just likes to talk a lot.” She handed me my pill bottle in a bag and turned to him. “The usual package?” she asked, eyeing him.

“Yes.” He was faintly bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I ran from the store.

I didn’t run fast enough. He caught up to me in less than a minute. We were carrying matching store bags, only his was twice the size of mine.

“Sorry about that back there. Didn’t mean to pry. I talk too much when I’m nervous.”

I just nodded and wondered why he was nervous.

“Anyway, to make up for prying into your life, would you let me take you out on a date?” He smiled at me.

I almost melted. My panties were now a swamp. My feet stopped walking. “What?”

He went two more paces, stopped, and then backed up to me. “Just a casual date,” he said. “Drink, dinner, a movie. Whatever you want. Claire back at the Vita-Emporium will vouch for me if you want. Ask her. Just a date.”

My eyes narrowed. As the chubby girl, the fat girl, I was always suspicious of being asked out. Why would a guy who was obviously training for the Olympics judging by his near-perfect body be interested in me?

“No thanks, I’m not into humiliation.”

Sandy violently shook his head. People were passing us on both sides, giving us annoyed looks; we were blocking foot traffic. “No. I’m serious. It’s hard to meet people nowadays. I hate the whole online thing because I always come off like an idiot. Not that this is much better, but at least I can talk somewhat normally. Anyway, let me give you my number and you can call me if you want to go out.”

I don’t know why I relented. I shouldn’t have.

“Fine. Okay. Give me your number.”

He did. We parted ways. I hate to admit it, but I rushed home and in a flurry of lust did three things that I was ashamed of.

I masturbated to a fantasy of Sandy sucking the milk out of my tits while I rode on top of his gorgeous cock.

Then I went on Amazon and ordered a breast pump.

I was proud that I managed to control myself enough not to order the cow print bikini, but I was tempted.

Then, riding on the high of my orgasm, I tentatively punched his digits into my phone and I didn’t call him. I texted him.

Hi. It’s Ellie. You gave me your number today. I just want to say I’m sorry for being rude.

I hoped he wouldn’t text back, but he did.

HEY! I’m so glad you texted me. Can I take you to dinner and a movie?

He was persistent. 

I was still wary.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

I don’t know what I was thinking, going out on a date with a stranger, but I was stupid and horny and what’s the worst that could happen?

The worst: I could be murdered and he could chop up my body to feed to his dog.

The slightly less worse: He could have planned this whole thing to take me a to pig party. It happened to a friend in college—bring the ugliest/fattest girl you can to party, the guys vote on which girl is the biggest pig, frat hilarity ensues. That was why I barely dated in college. 

I didn’t think that would happen in my late twenties, but I have emotional scars.

I didn’t dare allow myself to think about what the best outcome might be.

As it turned out, we had movie and a dinner, in that order. Scheduling is a tough thing. The movie was fine, I guess. I don’t know. I was checking him out from the corner of my eye the entire time. Dinner made me cautious.

I don’t eat too much. I eat things that aren’t great for me, but are delicious. I’m super conscious of people watching me eat, though.

It didn’t matter because Sandy was far too into talking about the movie. Apparently he’s a huge movie buff and analyzed the hell out of it. I listened politely but added little to the conversation. He was so distracted he didn’t comment on what I was eating at all.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he suddenly asked, taking a breath. 

Only half the food on my plate was gone. His, despite his near constant talking, was empty. “I can’t eat when I’m nervous,” I said with a wincing smile.

“Oh. Am I making you nervous?”

I laughed. “A little. But that’s just my nature.”

That was true, as far as it went.

He accepted my answer and the rest of the dinner was fine. I took home my leftovers in a box.

He didn’t comment on that at all.

The nice thing was that the fancy independent movie theater he took me to was close to the restaurant and that was within walking distance of my apartment. He walked me home. 

We stopped outside my door. I honestly didn’t know what to do next.

Sandy smiled at me and said, “Now I’m the nervous one.”

I scoffed. “Nervous about what?”

“I want you to invite me upstairs, but I don’t know how to do it.”

Now I snorted. Looking back, I realized it was an incredibly clever way to get what he wanted, but in the moment, I missed that. “I think you just invited yourself up,” I said, not really understanding what I was saying.

“Thank you, I’d love that.”

Two minutes later we were upstairs. I wished I had something other than water and orange juice to offer him.

That didn’t matter either because three minutes later he had stepped close and we were kissing. 

I don’t even know how it happened.

Naturally I started worrying about what he saw in me because I’m fat and not that pretty. The only thing I had going for me was big boobs and an equally big ass.

When his hands went down to my butt, I realized he had answered my question without saying a word.

We moved to my bedroom. I was incredibly excited because he was so handsome and strong. He had no trouble moving me around.

I was surprised when our kissing progressed to him starting to strip off my clothes. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. 

When he got my bra off he went right down to my nipples and started sucking.

I loved it. I felt the effects of his sucking right down in my pussy.

I also loved what he was doing to my tits. He knew how to suck. 

I got nervous when his hand went over my bulging stomach and down to my pussy. My panties were still on and he was on top of the material, but I still pushed him away.

“Sorry,” he apologized right away. “Too fast?”

The truth was no, it wasn’t too fast. I was more than ready to do everything with him. He had just surprised me. 

“Sort of, I’m just...what are we doing?”

He shrugged a little. “Personally, I was hoping to have sex with you. No motivation beyond that.”

“Sex with the fat girl?” I asked. 

He shook his head and moved off me. “You’re not fat.”

I scowled at him and poked my belly with my index finger. “Reality tends to disagree with you.”

“Okay, so I like full-figured women,” he admitted.

I openly snorted at his comment. “‘Full-figured’? Really? That’s just a marketing term for fat girls.”

“Curvy, then.”

“Just another word for fat.”

“Voluptuous?”

“Fat.”

“Heavy?”

“Fat!”

“Queen-sized?”

“Fat! Fat! Fat!”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Fat. I get it.”

“Thank you.”

“But you aren’t really fat,” he said, pressing the issue. “You have a beautiful body. Like a goddess.”

“Are you actively trying NOT to get laid tonight?” I asked him.

“So you’re saying you want to have sex?” 

I sighed in frustration. “Yes. Just don’t fat shame me.”

He gave me a little salute. “Will do. Can I just tell you something?”

“Sure.” This was the least romantic sexual encounter of my life, and that’s saying something.

“I’m into bigger girls,” he said quickly, and then amended himself. “Fat girls. That’s why I was attracted to you in the first place.”

“Huh. You going to go tell all your friends that you fucked a fat girl tonight?”

“No! I mean, maybe if things go right in a couple of weeks I’ll introduce you to them, but I don’t kiss and tell.”

I eyed him skeptically. “Uh-huh.”

“Should I leave?” he asked.

I carefully looked him over. His shirt was off. His muscles were rippling. At some point either he or I had opened up his pants. I could see his red underwear and an impressive bulge in his crotch. I wanted to fuck him.

I was going to fuck him.

I just needed to do it with a little dignity.

“No...don’t leave...but tell me...why are you into fat girls?”

Sandy shrugged. “I don’t know. Why are some guys into blondes? Or Asian women? Or feet? I don’t know.”

It was as honest as an answer I was ever going to get.

I reached out toward him. Sandy watched as I fondled his cock through his underwear. He was hot and hard and pulsing. I could feel it.

“Can I give you a blowjob?” I ask him.

Sandy laughed in delight. “Sure! You don’t have to ask for that.”

He quickly yanked down his jeans and underwear, releasing his cock.

I tried not to drool as it came into view. 

He was naked and I was down to my panties and I knew we were going to fuck but all I wanted at that moment was to have him in my mouth.

Sandy was happy to go along with that and allowed me to suck his length down my throat. 

If I have a talent when it comes to sex, it’s fellatio. 

“Oh fuck…” he moaned as I started blowing him, giving it my all.

If there was one thing I learned in college, it was how to give a decent blowjob. It didn’t exactly make me popular, but it kept guys from treating me like shit.

Of course, I also trained myself to enjoy sucking cock.

Sucking Sandy’s cock was a pleasure, a treat, and I tried to remind myself this was just foreplay. I wanted him to fuck me and make me cum. Making a guy cum was nothing special; making a woman cum was a talent.

I didn’t need to suck him all that much. In his eagerness, he was already hard.

In my enthusiasm to pique his interest—as if that were necessary—I bobbed my head up and down and drooled saliva all over his shaft and little nest of hair.

Before things could go too far, Sandy pushed me back.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

“Okay,” I readily agreed as I flopped back on the bed and wiggled out of my panties, tossing them aside. I felt fat next to his muscular body, but he didn’t care. 

He was on top of me before I knew what was happening, his cock probing for my pussy. I reached down and guided him in.

Together we groaned in double pleasure as our bodies joined.

That lasted only a second before he started fucking me enthusiastically, his hard body slapping against mine. It was loud and I loved it.

He ducked his head and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

It was intense and I protested, but the noise I made was one of pleasure, not of protest.

I wanted him to suck on me. I think I loved it more than him fucking me.

Without realizing it, I knew I was right there and I didn’t want to cum so quickly.

But it was impossible to resist. He was sucking on my nipple and my hand had found the other one, pinching it, trying to stimulate myself even more.

It happened so quickly I gasped at the speed and intensity. 

I probably did a lot more than gasp, but that’s all I remembered.

My pussy quivered on his cock and then a moment later I could feel his cum flooding into me.

It made my limbs shiver. I clearly hadn’t thought this whole thing through because having sex with a guy I barely knew on the first date wasn’t a smart decision.

I did it anyway.

He rolled off me.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” said Sandy, “but that was the finest fuck I’ve had in...in forever.”

I laughed at him. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“No,” he insisted. “It’s the absolute truth!”

“Yeah. Right. You’re into fat girls and when we have sex you tell me it’s the best you’ve had ever. Uh-huh.”

“Okay, don’t believe me, but you have the most wonderful tits I’ve seen in person ever.”

“Wow, when you tell a lie, you really stick with it, don’t you.”

“It’s the truth.”

He moved from his back up onto his knees and reached out, holding my breasts and bringing them together. They might be big, but they are still fairly perky, even so, on my back, they tend to flatten out, like any woman’s would. Well, any woman with natural tits.

He stared down at them admiringly. “You have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure to hold.”

“Wow. No need to butter me up.” My eyes moved down to his cock. He was still semi-hard and it was tempting. I could feel his cum starting to leak out of me, but I was still horny. I hoped he was too. “Want to go again?”

Before he had a chance to answer, I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth again. The strong flavors of his cum and my pussy were mixed on his skin. The scent filled my nose as I deep-throated him, my nose pressing into the short, curly hairs at the base of his cock.

He moaned. I loved it when he moaned. “You don’t have to do that.”

After removing him from my throat and mouth, I said, “I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“Let me have a chance,” he said and used his strength to push me onto my back. It was the first time I had ever known I guy to actively not want to get his dick sucked.

“You want this pussy?” I asked him. I was more than a little overcome by my need for more sex and so I spread my legs, exposing myself fully to him. 

“Yes,” he said. “Later.” Instead of putting his face down between my thighs, he lay half on top of me and took a nipple into his mouth.

I didn’t object...until he sucked. Hard.

I gasped in pain, but he didn’t let go.

After a few seconds the pain faded. 

And then it started feeling really good.

Not that I expected anything else.

Just as I was moving my hand to my free nipple, Sandy grabbed my free breast, quickly found the nipple, and pinched it nice and hard. It made me squirm and I wanted to push him off me, but he was too strong.

I could only lay under him and suffer in pleasure.

There were worse places to be.

It was almost too much to not have a little relief, so I tried to shove my hand down between my legs, but once again Sandy was too fast for me. He got on his knees, holding my nipple in his mouth and my other nipple in his left hand while his right went to my soaking wet pussy.

Three points of contact. It was all too much. I came. I came hard.

“Wow. Fucking wow. You came like...a lot.” He held up his hand for me to see. His fingers were dripping with my amrita. Literally dripping. “Are you a squirter?”

I didn’t know how to answer that question because it seemed like the answer was obvious. “Yeah. Sometimes.”

“I wasn’t sucking on your nipple too hard, was I?” He pointed down to my breast.

When I looked I saw the normally light brown color of my nipple and areola, I saw it was deep red. After another second I realized I was bruising. 

Still, I said, “No, it was good. I like it a little bit rough.”

He grinned. “That’s great. Do you want to keep going?”

“Fuck yes!”

“Can I fuck you again?”

“I was going to offer to suck your cock again. Want to cum in my mouth?”

He shook his head no. Sandy then proceed to roll me over and get me up on hands and knees. I knew what was coming and I invited him in. It had been a while since I had been fucked doggy style. I’ll admit it, that’s my favorite position.

I just don’t like showing my big ass to my partners.

Normally.

It wasn’t that Sandy had a huge cock—though he was more than adequate for any woman—but it was how his stuck out from his body when fully erect made it look huge. It felt perfect inside me, filling me up all the way without stretching me painfully. 

It took him a couple of tries to fully penetrate me, but when he did, I started groaning with every thrust of his manhood. 

He was using my body entirely for his own pleasure but that didn’t matter.

It mattered even less when his hands went around my body and found my tits. I lifted up a little so he could find my nipples. He did so easily. His fingers pinched those two bits of sensitive flesh and I was transported to heaven.

The sounds of slapping of his hard body against my soft ass filled the room. It was vulgar and made me even wetter. Sandy started fucking faster and faster. I wasn’t having strong orgasms, but moderate ones that seemed to blend in together repeatedly. I peaked and plateaued over and over again until finally he let go of my tits and grabbed my waist and slammed hard into me several more times before filling me up again.

“Oh...fuck yes! Yes! Yes!” I spat out as my body quavered out of my control.

“You like that?” he grunted.

“I love getting fucked like that. I want you to keep fucking me like that.”

Needless to say, he didn’t. He couldn’t. And I was getting a bit sore.

He did spend the night, however.

In the morning when we woke up, he fucked me again, me with head down and ass up just like it should have been.

 

Chapter 3

 

I didn’t expect Sandy to call me after our initial fuck fest.

He did. 

I wanted to double my dose of the pills from the Vita-Emporium because I was running on a lust and euphoria high from the sex, but I didn’t. It seemed dangerous and I didn’t know how Sandy felt about a woman with lactating tits.

Like any new relationship, we started having a lot of sex. It was obvious that he was obsessed with my big boobs and butt. That was fine with me. He loved to suck on my nipples while we fucked facing each other. He loved to pinch and massage them when he fucked me from behind. He loved to slap my ass as I was getting close to orgasm. When he timed it just right, he made me cum by a good spanking. 

For my part, I loved his cock. In my hand. In my mouth. In my pussy. He hadn’t asked to put it in my ass, but I could see that coming. 

He gave me a request I had never before gotten from any guy, which was strange since my breasts are so big.

“I know we’ve only been dating for what? Two weeks now? Can I make a special request of you?”

We were in bed, getting ready to have sex. He was already naked and hard. I still had on my bra and panties, but I wanted them off. We were just working up to it. 

I was certain he was going to ask to fuck me in the ass. I’d gotten a lot of that in college and afterwards.

“You can ask for whatever you want. That doesn’t mean I’m going to give it to you.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay. Here it is.” He paused and looked away from me. Right away I knew whatever he wanted he was eager to ask, but afraid I would say no. “Can I fuck your tits?”

For a second I didn’t know what he was asking. And then I realized exactly what he was asking.

“Do you have a breast fetish?” I asked him teasingly.

“You know I do,” he admitted, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Of course he did. One of the primary reasons he pursued me was because I had big tits. And a big ass. And a lot of other big parts. 

“Is this something you’ve done before?”

He turned his head to look at me. “Yeah. With a couple of girls. I just...I just like doing it.”

“Is this something you want to do all the time?”

I don’t know why I was giving him a hard time. I had already made up my mind in answering his question.

“No. I mean...I’m obsessed with your...with your boobs. They’re great. I just want to slide my cock between them. You know. Fuck them. I know it’s silly and I’ll admit it. I want to see tits wrapped around my dick.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

He sat up, excited in his attitude and with his hard cock. I loved it when he got hard for me and I didn’t have to do anything other than take off my clothes and say yes.

“Have you done this before? You know what to do, right?”

I shook my head. “No. Never.”

“You’re a virgin?” he teased me.

I slapped his thigh. Hard. “Hardly.”

“You're a tit fucking virgin?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“I should feel honored in being the one to take your virginity then.”

I smirked at him. “Sure. Go ahead. Feel honored.”

We were at his place. I liked the big bed he had. When he straddled my body with his legs, knees on opposite sides of my body, I started to get nervous. While I admired the muscles on his thighs, I was worried that maybe he’d crush me.

But those thoughts were pushed aside when he lowered himself just to the point of sitting on my torso. His cock was laying on my breastbone. My boobs were big but like any woman, they weren’t so big and perky that I had unnatural mounds on my chest. 

“You need to press them together around my cock,” he instructed me.

That was easy enough. 

His cock all but disappeared between my soft flesh. 

“Yeah, like that.”

And then he started rocking his hips back and forth. It took us some effort to find the right angles and positions. He planted his hands on the pillow above my head. His thrusts were slow and steady, feeling me out.

Eventually we found a rhythm. Oddly, I thought I wasn’t going to get anything out of him titty fucking me. But instead, I found the sensation to be rather pleasant. I wasn’t going to cum from it, but it was fun.

And it was getting me wet.

I watched as, with each thrust, his cock head came close to my face. By just bending my neck a bit I found I could stick out my tongue and lick the tip of his cock. I tasted the slippery, salty precum he was leaking.

Glancing up I saw his eyes light up with delight. We repeated this little maneuver several times. I would have happily taken his cock into my mouth, but Sandy didn’t want that. He wanted to fuck my tits. His cock was still mostly consumed by my big boobs, but that’s what he wanted. 

Suddenly he started fucking me faster.

I opened my mouth trying to catch his cock in between my lips to give him a little extra stimulation. It’s always fun to provide sexual favors to a new boyfriend.

He was close. I could see it on his face and feel it in the throbbing of his dick. I wanted to give him a couple words of encouragement, but that was necessary.

“I’m gonna—” He didn’t tell me what he was going to do. 

He just came.

He came all over my tits and neck and chin and face.

I’ve had guys cum on my face before. I didn’t like it because they just pulled out of my mouth when I was blowing them to purposely cum on my face without asking permission. I much prefer to swallow. 

But with Sandy, it was different. I wanted him to cum on me and he happily provided that pleasure. The thick ropes of white semen seemed to cover me. He didn’t get it into my hair, but I honestly wouldn’t have minded in the least.

“Oh wow oh shit. I’m so sorry,” he apologized.

“What for?” I asked while carefully wiping his cum away. The last thing I wanted was to get it in my eyes.

“I didn’t mean to cum all over your face.”

I smirked at him. “Then you shouldn’t have been titty fucking me.”

“I just wanted to cum just on your tits.”

I finished wiping away the last of his cum on my face. I could still feel it there, slowly drying, but it was mostly gone. “Then you should have aimed lower.” I shook my head. “You really have a breast fetish, don’t you?”

He nodded in agreement. “I should really do something about it.”

I said nothing. I wanted him to do something about it, but I certainly didn’t want him to get rid of his fetish. I loved it as much as he did.

 

Chapter 4

 

Just as Sandy had his fetishes, I had my own, more normal ones.

I had my kinkier ones, of course, but I couldn’t tell him about them so early in our relationship. I couldn’t tell anyone about them at all.

“Indulge me,” I teased him. “You aren’t going running this morning. I know your pattern.”

Odd days he ran in the mornings. Even days he worked out in the spare bedroom of his apartment which he had turned into a small gym.

“It’s weird. And unsafe.”

“So is sex with me.”

He had just gotten up from bed and was dressing when I stopped him. We had had another one of our sleepovers. We were spending almost every night together. 

In short, we were having a lot of sex. Some of it wasn’t even all that kinky.

“Sex with you is perfectly safe,” he said dismissively as he pulled on a pair of briefs. I rolled across the bed and caught my finger in the elastic waistband, pulling them down to reveal his muscular butt. 

“You haven’t asked me to sit on your face yet,” I told him as he turned around and yanked his underwear back up.

Sandy grinned at me. “Are you into that?”

“I love having my pussy eaten.”

“But do you want to sit on my face?”

I was nervous about my answer. “I’m into it if you want it. Think you’re strong enough for me not to smother you?”

He pushed me down onto the bed and flexed a little for me. I loved seeing his muscles ripple. I parted my knees and hid my pussy with my hand, but I also rubbed my clit at the same time, giving him a show he didn’t know that he wanted.

I tried to pull him down on me, but, as always, he was too strong. Still, I saw the effect of my little display. His cock was a hard bulge in his underwear. He was long enough that the crown was just barely poking out of the waistband.

“C’mon, you know you want me,” I pleaded with him.

“I need to work out first.”

“Great! You work out and I’ll watch you.”

“You want me to work out naked?”

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. That. Exactly. Thank you.”

“I can’t do it. Too dangerous.”

“What if you do it and as a reward for taking the risk, I’ll sit on your face afterwards...assuming you survive.”

Sandy laughed at me. “You like to play dangerously, don’t you?”

“You’re a smart man.”

So I got to watch him work out naked. There was a lot of lifting of weights which made his arms bulge more than his cock. The only part of him that stayed soft as he started his routine was his manhood. I liked it when he turned around and I could see his buttocks flex.

There was an old armchair in the room where he generally dumped shirts, towels, and whatnot. I shoved that stuff to the floor and sprawled in the chair, my legs wide, to watch him.

Sandy barely offered me a glance as he continued.

I didn’t mind. I just started jilling off to the show.

“You’re being distracting,” he commented as he repeatedly lifted a heavy barbell with both arms. 

“That’s the idea. I want you to fuck me when you’re done.”

“I’ll be all sweaty.”

“Yum.”

He laughed. I had broken his concentration. He looked at me and his dick started to rise.

“Yum,” I said again.

“You’re serious,” he said, continuing his workout.

“Yes I am.”

My right hand was busy between my legs. With my left I pinched a nipple and wiggled my ass as a result. I had been taking the pills from Vita-Emporium and I was positive my boobs were getting bigger. Sandy probably couldn’t see that because they were already big, but they were bigger. I could feel it in my bras. They were heavier as well.

I wanted to tempt him every possible way with my body. I just had to work up the courage to make him want what I wanted. 

“Do you want to sit on my face?” he asked as he seated himself at the ridiculous bow-flex device for a full body workout. He adjusted some of the arms and bands and I watched as his powerful thighs pushed on the levers. His cock wasn’t fully hard, but it was more than a little swollen. It was sticking straight out.

We were going to fuck one way or another when he was done.

“You know that I do.”

“Can we make it part of my workout?”

Those were the words that I wanted to hear. I spread my legs wider as his worked the machine. It felt like I was waving anxiously to an old friend as my fingers slid back and forth on my clit. 

I came. I was loud. I wasn’t ashamed.

“Oh fuck this,” said Sandy as he got up from his machine. 

My legs were still wide and inviting. I was in a position where it was hard for me to stand up.

I didn’t need to. Sandy went down on his knees in front of me and pressed his face to my pussy. I didn’t need any further preparation. Watching him flex and playing with myself had gotten me more than wet enough. Quickly figuring that out, he sat up and, still on his knees, moved forward, sinking his cock into me.

My greedy pussy fully accepted him.

“This isn’t me sitting on your face,” I told him.

“You were teasing me, you slut.”

I nodded. “Yes I was, but you’d better not cum in me. I want to sit on your face. Cum in me and you won’t get any of this luscious pussy for a month.” 

That was a bold statement from me considering that we had barely been dating a month.

He thrusted into me a few more times. 

“Promise?” he asked.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

Sandy pushed all the way into me one more time and then reluctantly pulled out and lay down on his back.

His cock stuck up wetly. The rest of his body was glistening with sweat.

I don’t know why I didn’t scramble to do what he asked...other than the fact I was drinking in his body with my eyes.

“Well?” he prompted me.

I moved off the chair. There was some discussion as we got into position. Eventually I was on top of him, my pussy hovered over his face. I was positioned to face his feet, but I wasn’t looking at his feet. I was looking at his cock.

“Are you ready?” I asked him.

“I can’t wait.”

I lowered my pussy onto his face. His tongue pushed into my tunnel, explored a bit, and then he used his strong arms to move my hips around a bit to find my clit. I quivered at his attention. 

His hands were pulling down on my thighs and I realized that I was holding myself up a bit, more squatting than sitting.

I guess he wanted me to sit down all the way.

I did so.

His tongue got more active. 

I moaned and reached out for his cock.

He responded well when I started jerking him off. I wasn’t focused on his cock at all. My mind was entirely on my clit and his tongue and the wonderful things he was doing to it. I didn’t know if he could breathe or not, but knowing how fat my ass was, I’m sure he was starting to suffocate.

I came so hard that I lifted my body up and he managed to get a quick breath before I slammed back down on his face. My hand pistoned up and down his shaft. I wanted to make him cum but at the same time I wanted to cum again.

It all worked out. I paused in my handjob to climax a second time and then I went back to work on his throbbing shaft. Leaning forward, I lifted up my ass so that he could breathe again while working his cock as hard as I could. 

I could feel him panting heavily on my pussy. By now in our relationship, I knew he was close.

He was incredibly close. Closer than I anticipated.

Since I was leaning forward when he ejaculated, he essentially shot his load in my face. I was getting used to him cumming on me like that. Even so, I still shrieked a little when he came. He groaned loudly. 

I started to worry about the neighbors. 

Because we were in his workout room, it was easy for me to get off him and grab one of the many towels he left around the room. I wiped his cum off my face, at the same time I smelled his musky scent from the towel.

It made my tummy quiver a little.

“Was it good for you?” he asked me while still laying on the floor.

“It was very good. You made me cum twice.”

“Nice. I thought so.”

“You only came once.”

“Yeah. On your face. That’s the downside of being a man. Women get to cum a lot more than us.”

“Did I smother you?” I asked nervously.

“A little. It was good. I could have pushed you off at any point, you know. I was perfectly safe.”

“Yeah, guys into autoerotic asphyxiation say that...and then some family member finds them dead with their dick in their hand and a noose around their neck.”

“I won’t say there wasn’t a certain thrill in realizing that there are worse ways to go than eating pussy.”

I glared at him. “So artfully put.”

“Thanks. Now I think I need a shower.”

“Can I join you?”

We were both hot and sweaty and I was covered in his cum, or at least my face was. 

The problem was that the bathroom in Sandy’s apartment was pretty much standard issue meaning that the tub and shower space wasn’t big and we were both big, him with his muscles and me with my excess flab. 

There wasn’t room for the two of us in the shower together. Another fantasy blown to hell.

So I watched him as he washed. I offered to clean his cock for him, but he declined.

“You’re oddly visual for a woman,” he commented.

“You don’t like women ogling you?”

“I didn’t say that…”

He finished washing and when he stepped out, I stepped in. As he dried himself he watched me. 

I liked him watching me.

“Would you help me start working out so I can lose weight and start looking...better?” I asked him as I let the water stream all over me.

Sandy looked at me approvingly. He spent a lot of time staring at my tits. I soaped them up as he stared, teasing him. I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t get a rise out of his cock.

“Why do you want to lose weight?” he asked abruptly. “You have a fantastic body.”

“I’m fat,” I said flatly.

“I love you as you are,” he replied.

We both stared at each other for a long uncomfortable moment. 

“You love me?” I finally asked him.

It was hardly what I expected to hear from him while in the shower washing his sweat and cum off my body.

“Uh...yeah. I said that. I love you. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” I said shyly and I couldn’t help myself from there. Still dripping wet, I stepped out of the shower and pulled him toward me, getting him wet again, but it was only fair because he had made me wet between the legs.

“Wanna fuck?”

“Again?” he asked. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

I did. So did he. 

We fucked anyway.

 

Chapter 5

 

I knew it was bound to happen and I wanted it to happen, but now I’d have to reveal my little secret to Sandy. I didn’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I had been taking my pills and using my pump every day. Plus Sandy was sucking on my nipples more than a little during sex. 

I’ll admit it. On the few days we hadn’t spent together, I would masturbate while thinking about him and my breasts are big enough where I can easily get a nipple into my mouth. 

Yeah, I sucked on my own tits. 

But the morning when I used the pump and suddenly a few drops of milk appeared and then some more, my stomach sank with anxiety and my knees started shaking.

I wanted this and I didn’t want anyone to know. 

There was no way I was going to be able to keep it from Sandy.

It wasn’t that much, but I wanted it to be more. I wanted to share it with Sandy but I was afraid to. 

But before I shared anything, I let my breast pump go as long as I could stand. The actual amount of milk that my breasts produced was small, maybe two tablespoons, but it was a start.

I looked at the watery white liquid in the little bottle. I didn’t know what to do with it. Dump it down the drain? Save it forever? Show it to Sandy? Drink it?

I was stuck on the thought of drinking it. I knew it was wrong, but it wouldn’t leave my head.

The only way to escape the thought was to attend to myself. I had put the suction on the pump all the way up to the maximum which had caused my nipples to grow over the past month. I wasn’t sure if Sandy had noticed, but I had. They were bigger. Swollen. Sensitive. All of that was good. I liked my bigger breasts and nipples. 

I cleaned up and packed away my pump. Putting on my bra was the biggest disappointment because I wanted to be topless. I had considered getting a nursing bra or two just to see what it felt like to wear, but that wasn’t the direction I wanted to go.

I thought about my secret Amazon wish list with the fancy necklace and the bikini, things I couldn’t show Sandy.

Just as I was getting ready to leave my apartment to go to work, I noticed I had left the little bottle of my own breast milk on the counter. I couldn’t just leave it out all day. That was wrong. Dump or save?

I couldn’t decide.

I hated myself when I was indecisive.

There was one solution that was bugging me, one that let me wiggle out from the responsibility of letting Sandy know.

But it was a bit step. Even for me. Especially for me?

I unscrewed the cap I had earlier secured on the bottle and sniffed at the contents. It didn’t smell like much of anything. Maybe a bit sweet? Maybe some dairy? Was I just smelling the plastic of the bottle? I didn’t know.

Steeling myself, I thought back to when I was little and my parents were forcing me to eat something new. 

I closed my eyes and brought the bottle up to my lips.

I didn’t take much into my mouth. Just a sip. A tiny sip.

I immediately wanted more.

It was sweet and rich and I couldn’t believe that I had made something so delicious. For a woman like me who loved to eat, I was not a good cook. But apparently I had found something that I could make that was natural and delightful.

Before I knew it I had consumed more than half of the bottle.

I wanted it all.

But I wanted to save it for Sandy at the same time.

As much as I wanted to drink it all down, I forced myself to put the cap back on the bottle and place it in the refrigerator.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.

I couldn't stop thinking about my tits making more milk as well.

I imagined I could feel my breasts doing exactly what they were supposed to. I’m sure it was wishful thinking, but when the end of the workday arrived, I felt like my tits wanted to escape the bra that contained them. 

I knew someone who was more than willing to help free the twins.

Toward the end of the day I texted Sandy at the gym where he worked. Sometimes it took a while for him to respond because he was with a client, but he always responded to me.

I’m in the mood. Wanna fuck tonight?

There was no reason not to be blunt with him. Besides, I liked it that way.

It only took him ten minutes to reply.

Sure!

I texted him back. I’ll be waiting at my place. Hurry.

I couldn’t wait. I was more nervous for Sandy coming through my door than I was when I was about to lose my virginity.

When he finally arrive, I all but attacked him when I opened the door.

“You’re eager tonight,” he said between my kisses as I dragged him toward my bedroom. Spider? Fly.

“You know it.”

“What’s got you all horny?”

“You. Me. Stuff.”

We were in my bedroom now and I got on the bed, fully dressed in a shirt and skirt, but Sandy paused for a second, whipping off his tight t-shirt and dropping his athletic pants, leaving him in just underwear. Underwear that was bulging with his erection. I wanted to reach out and yank down his underwear and wrap my hand around his cock.

But I focused myself. I needed something else other than just a quick and dirty fuck. I could get that anytime, anywhere from Sandy.

“You like my tits, don’t you?” I asked as I got up on my knees and hefted my breasts, creating a bit of cleavage in my rather modest shirt. 

“You know I do.”

I struggled a moment, unbuttoning my blouse and then throwing it off. The bra I was wearing was bright red and seemed to barely contain my tits. 

Sandy moved to me and reached around my back, trying to unhook my bra. Amateur. I let him work at it for a moment and then gently pushed him away before I dug my fingers under the band and lifted it up over my tits and then up over my shoulders to toss it aside.

Naturally Sandy was staring at my boobs. “Beautiful as always.”

I said nothing to him but merely pulled his face to my chest. I didn’t need to give him any further instruction. His mouth found a nipple and he started sucking. I sighed and gently we went down to the mattress.

I felt his hard cock pressing on my leg. More importantly I felt his mouth on my breast, eagerly sucking, nibbling, biting, and teasing. My nipples were big enough now from all the usage of the breast pump where Sandy could hold a nipple between his teeth and rasp his tongue over the nipple’s tip.

I felt that right down to my core. I felt it to my pussy.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned. “Keep doing that. Keep sucking.”

Sandy shifted from one breast to the other and resumed his nipple play. Instead of putting his free hand to my now wet and swollen nipple, he instead placed it on my thigh and started sliding upward to my pussy.

I wanted to show him how kinky I was. I wanted more and more.

And I wanted my milk. I was still thinking about the little bit still in my refrigerator.

I wasn’t subtle about it. I lifted up my breast and bent my neck. It wasn’t difficult to get the nipple into my mouth. I started sucking alongside Sandy.

He noticed and his eyes opened wide, but he didn’t say anything. We happily nursed on me together.

And then I felt it. Or rather, I tasted it. 

My milk was sweet and warm and it made my mouth tingle.

I sucked and sucked again. The flavor wasn’t strong, but it was there.

I said nothing to Sandy. I wanted to wait for his reaction.

Without warning, his brow furrowed and then he let my large nipple slip from between his lips.

“Did you put something on your nipples?” he asked. “They taste sweet.”

I shook my head back and forth, letting my breast also slip free.

My heart was thundering in my chest. I could clearly hear it. My face was flushed and I hoped that Sandy thought that was because I was sexually aroused, not because I was embarrassed.

“I didn’t put anything on them,” I told him.

Clearly Sandy was puzzled. “Then what?”

“I’m...I’m...I guess I’m making milk. Lactating.”

It took Sandy a moment to process that. And even then, “What are you saying?”

I grabbed both of my breasts and essentially shook them at him. “My tits are making milk. I can’t put it any more simply.”

I couldn’t read his expression.

“How’d that happen?”

Exasperated, I groaned in annoyance. “You’ve been sucking on them for the past month every time we have sex! What did you think I was doing in the Vita-Emporium?”

“Getting something to help you lose weight?”

“No! I was trying to induce lactation! When we’re not together I’m pumping my breasts to make my milk come in.”

He blinked. “You are?”

“Yes.” I now winced. “I have a problem. A kink. I want to lactate. I think it’s...it’s hot.” I pushed my hand down between my legs, pulling up my skirt to expose my panties. I couldn’t really reach my pussy but I could rub my swollen vulva. I was hot. I was swollen. I was wet. “If you can’t deal with it…”

“That’s fucking hot,” he said. His pupils were dilated. His breathing changed pace. 

He wasn’t lying to me. 

“Can I help?” he asked, addressing my breasts more than my face, but I was okay with that.

“You can keep sucking. Did you taste my milk?”

He nodded so hard I was certain his head was going to go flying off his neck.

“Can I taste it again?”

This time I nodded my head just as hard as he had.

I almost came when his lips touched my nipple. I did cum after the second strong suck. I had never orgasmed from nipple stimulation before. I swear I could feel him pulling the milk out of me.

As much as I wanted to suck on my other nipple, I left it for him. I wanted to do that for Sandy.

While he sucked on me, I found the zipper to my skirt, lowered it, and wiggled out of my skirt and panties, leaving me naked. The only piece of clothing that was now a problem was Sandy’s underwear. I wanted to get fucked but I wanted him to suck me at the same time.

That problem was solved by him moving on top of me, between my legs, and pushing his underwear down just to the tops of his thighs, freeing his cock. My breasts were easily big enough for him to suckle on me while he sank his cock all the way into my waiting pussy.

It was good to be fucked and sucked at the same time. I wasn’t sure how much milk Sandy was getting, but that was besides the point. It was the strange, kinky sex that was really the point.

He had already made me cum by sucking my nipples. He made me cum a second time by fucking me. I loved him fucking me, using my body, making me cum.

And then he came in me. His entire body tensed up and I could feel the cum shooting into me. His entire body, his muscles, were hard like iron. I was trapped under him and I loved it.

Then he collapsed on me and I loved that too.

“I love you,” I murmured to him.

“I love you too,” he mumbled into my breast. 

I hugged him tighter to me. 

Eventually he lifted up his head. “I’ve never said that to anyone so soon in a relationship before.”

“Me either.” I hadn’t said it to anyone. “Are you okay with...this?” I hefted up my breasts again, making my point.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s a little weird and kinky.”

He shrugged and rolled off me, his cock pulling free. We were no longer one, but I felt closer to him than ever. “Sure. Maybe. But I love your tits. It’s a little surprising, but I love your milk as well.”

“Think we can make this work?” I asked him.

Sandy tilted his head to the side. “Why not? I’m into chubby girls with big tits and asses. You apparently like making milk. I like the taste of it. Why can’t we make this work?”

 There were hundreds of reasons why a relationship wouldn’t work out. I wasn’t sure if kink would lesson or increase the chances of it failing.

I know what I did wrong was not admit my entire kink to him right away.

I had gotten lucky that he wanted to drink my milk. I should have just confessed everything right away.

I didn’t. 

I dragged it out.

That didn’t make things better.

But it did make things more intense.

 

Sandy spent the night. When I woke up the next morning I was sleeping on my side and his face was down at my breasts. I woke up because I felt him sucking on my nipples.

“Mmm...that feels good,” I complimented him.

He grinned up at me, his teeth holding my nipple, his lips parted. His cock was hard and pressing against my leg.

“Keep going,” I encouraged him. “Are you getting any milk?”

He paused in his sucking just long enough to say, “Yup. A little.”

“Keep going,” I said. “It feels really nice.”

He kept sucking on me while slowly pumping his hips, rubbing his cock on my leg.

“Soon,” I promised him. “Make me cum first. And then you can fuck me. You can fuck me doggy. You like my big ass, don’t you?”

He nodded. He sucked. I pushed my hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit while he had his morning treat.

Between my fingers and his mouth I quickly ascended Mount Orgasm and shuddered with pleasure.

“Did you get enough milk?” I asked him when we were done.

“What’s enough? I want more, but your breasts are empty.”

“Wanna fuck?”

He did. I quickly scrambled to my hands and knees. He got behind me and slapped me smartly on the ass.

Normally I don’t like that sort of thing. This time I loved it.

I felt Sandy’s cock as he ran it between my buttocks and then he dipped down low and rubbed it along my labia, getting it wet with my drippings.

Suddenly he pulled back and then abruptly shoved it into my pussy. I grunted with pleasure.

Getting fucked like that was thrilling. Not just because we were having sex. That was great. The best part of it was that I could imagine myself being a cow. An actual cow. I had two purposes in life: to make milk and to get fucked.

I had achieved both that morning and my lover was more than willing to go along with my fantasy, even if he didn’t know he was going along with it.

I stayed down on all fours, silent as he fucked me. I didn’t want to speak words and spoil the fantasy.

He slapped my ass. It felt good. I wanted it more. I moaned passionately with each slap, encouraging him.

I liked being used.

Sandy’s strong fingers gripped through my soft flesh and found my hip bones. He held me in place and really started plowing me. 

I loved it.

He came, filling me up with his cum, and then collapsed on me.

“I think I’m going to like this,” he said.

I just moaned a little and nodded. I didn’t want the illusion to end.

“Do you think you have any more milk in your breasts?” he asked me.

I rolled over and showed him my tits. His cum was starting to leak out of me and we’d need to shower soon, but I wanted to savor this moment a little longer.

Shimmying my shoulders back and forth, I encouraged him to latch on again. 

Sandy did so and suckled for a minute. It was good, but it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as it had been when I first woke up with him attached to me.

“Nothing,” he said, pulling off my nipple. “Will you have more tonight?”

I looked at him and nodded. “Yes,” I promised.

I hoped it would be the truth.

 

Part 2

Chapter 6

 

I was lucky. Extremely lucky. My new boyfriend was into fat girls with big tits (and asses). He was also into my kink of lactating.

He just didn’t know how much I was into lactating.

I started hinting at it.

I don’t know how subtle I was. 

The first thing we did was make a pledge that we would spend every night together. It made his sucking of my tits just a whole lot easier. 

I was starting to build up a bit more milk every day and as a consequence, I could feel it in my boobs. By the end of the day, when I was ready to go to bed—and have sex—I could feel the heaviness of the milk accumulating. Even better, I could feel it in the morning. I was having sex twice a day and getting my tits sucked as well.

It was everything I had ever dreamed of. Well, when it came to my kinky dreams, at least.