When my boyfriend told me he had learnt a new massage technique and he wanted to try it out, I didn’t have any objections. It sounded like a great way to relax and relieve some stress, so I was happy to take off my top and sit down as he stood behind me, fingers rolling across my back, digging into every tense area and kneading it until I let out a sigh of joy and melted into his hands.
He was so good I didn’t really care when he unclasped my bra and slung it aside. This was so relaxing and wonderful why not free my tits and really get comfortable? Then his hands crept forward and turned their attention to my chest. Earlier, I hadn’t particularly been in the mood to let him play with my breasts but the massage was so lovely I didn’t mind him copping a feel, he deserved it. My breasts weren’t anything special, in fact they were pretty small. At least I had always thought they were too small and it kind of annoyed me. Still it seemed like my boyfriend was very eager to grab them and enjoy them regardless.
Then he said it was time for the special technique. Honestly with how skilled his hands were earlier I assumed he was already using his new technique but apparently not. He still had my tits firmly in his grip when he began to knead and squeeze them in such a way that I immediately let out a small moan. It was so hot! My breasts tingled and my nipples stuck out as if they were begging to be touched and pulled. I was breathing heavier and getting more than a little turned on!
So turned on in fact that I started to feel my head spin and before too long I fell forwards onto my hands and knees as he just continued to grope and massage my aching tits expertly. I’d never been this stimulated by having my tits played with before, but I was actually grunting and wriggling my hips at that point simply from his fingers working my tits sending shivers down my spine.
My head kept swirling and I was losing track of time. I didn’t know how long those fingers had been dancing across my tender tits, driving me so crazy! There was no doubt I was wet at this point. The heat in my pussy and the weird dizziness and relaxation were so distracting that I could barely think. Maybe that’s why it took me so long to realise how strange my breasts felt.
Looking down I had this strange notion that something was wrong with them but I was so melty and lost in the bliss of having my tits manipulated and manhandled that I couldn’t quite figure it out. They were tingling and swaying and so squeezable and…big! That was it! My tits were bigger! How had I not realised? My tits were clearly larger than before.
I was still dazed and relaxed but now I felt the weight of my heaving tits dragging me down. I didn’t know how to react. I gasped and tried to tell my boyfriend what was going on. Honestly what came out was a mess of groaning and stammering but I think he understood. He simply reassured me that it was fine and I should just concentrate on how good it felt to have those hands wrapped around my udders. He used that word. Udders. I never thought of my previously tiny breasts as udders but now that they were swelling before my eyes, getting heavier and harder to ignore, it seemed more appropriate.
I was seriously dizzy and confused now. It was easy to take his advice. Just focus on my fat udders, now so big that they were swinging around underneath me. The more they grew the more sensitive they became. It felt better and better every time he pinched or teased my massive udders and it was like any will to struggle or fight this was being squeezed out of my udders like milk.
I wasn’t sure why that came to my mind…the idea of milk being drained out of my hefty udders…the relief as all those silly thoughts could be emptied out along with my fat udders…it just kept running through my hazy mind as my udders went on expanding. They were so sensitive and heavy now I couldn’t take it! Grunting and grinding my hips against him like a horny animal.
When he called me a dumb cow I lost it. I should have been pissed. Normally I wouldn’t let him say something so vulgar but at that moment hearing him say that made my mind melt and my pussy drip. It just felt so right. I was a dumb cow. I felt him give one of my now humongous udders a strong squeeze and a spurt of liquid came out. He milked me! I really was a dumb cow!
I mooed and humped the air like a pathetic, mindless animal as he milked my ridiculous udders more. Each spray of hot, creamy milk they released made me more lightheaded and horny as I devolved into no more than a stupid animal begging to be milked and fucked. So fucking hot and needy and drippy!
He described to me how degrading and embarrassing I looked and how amusing he found it. I simply moaned and waved my ass in front of him, begging to be fucked the only way a brainless fuckcow knows how. My udders so heavy and aching and milky now but he still kept touching them. I didn’t want him to stop but at the same time they were so heavy my arms shook and I collapsed on top of my fat udders, squirting milk all over the place as my boyfriend laughed.
They kept squirting milk like a creamy fountain as my boyfriend grabbed my ass and slipped his throbbing, hard cock inside my slick pussy. He pounded me, breeding me like the barnyard animal I was as I mooed and bucked my hips wildly.
Since then I’ve been happy to let him keep practising his special massage technique and I’m very proud of my enormous udders and what a good breeding cow slut I’ve become.