Fantasy League
Week 16 — Michaela @ Megan
Did she like to show off her tits, Megan thought. Why of course, she did. After all, now that she had breasts that were worth showing off, she wanted to show them off as much and as often as she could.
She was wearing a low scoop tee that was a bit on the tight side as she met up with some friends at a local eatery and even as she pretended not to notice the attention her breasts were getting, she knew she was being watched nonetheless.
The odd thing was there was this one woman sitting off at a table all by herself. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties and she was most definitely watching her and there was something about the way the other woman was looking at her that just kind of unnerved Megan. It wasn’t something she could put her finger on exactly. It was just weird.
“Megan, I’d like to have a word with you in my office. Bring your pad.”
“Yes, sir,” Megan said and just as her boss had told her to do, she grabbed her notepad and she followed him into his office.
“Shut the door,” Mr. Brimley told her.
Again, Megan did as she was told to do. “You wanted to see me?” she asked.
“I did. It’s about the same thing that I always want to see you about. We need to figure out how to get more customers in here.”
“We’ll, it’s like I always keep telling you, Mr. Brimley. We just have to give them what they want.”
“And what do you think that might be?”
Megan couldn’t help but smile to herself. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had this conversation so many times before that she couldn’t almost now repeat the conversation word for word without missing a single one but Megan didn’t mind. If that was the way Mr. Brimley wanted to do it, she was perfectly fine with her. “We’ve got to give them what they want,” Megan said. “We’ve got to to give them something like these.”
Todd Brimley was now looking at Megan and her tits which were now on display. “I’m not sure about all of our customers,” her boss said, “but I know about me.”
“What are you saying, Mr. Brimley?” Megan asked with as much innocence as she could muster.
“I think you know what I’m saying. I want to fuck your tits.”
“Mr. Brimley? What about your wife?”
“I don’t want to fuck her tits.”
“Well, if that’s what you want,” Megan said.
It wasn’t long before Mr. Brimley was squirting baby oil on Megan’s tits and then rubbing the oil in. That was something new that they’d added since the first time they’d done this in his office but it was something they both liked and it did make it easier when Mr. Brimley finally got down to sliding his cock in between her tits.
And it always did come down to that. It always did come down to Mr. Brimley fucking her tits and it always did come down to Mr. Brimley cumming all over her big fucking tits.
And of course this time was no different. “That’s it,” Megan cooed as she pressed her tits against her boss’s cock. “That’s it. Fuck my tits, Mr. Brimley.”
And Mr. Brimley was more than happy to do exactly that and he groaned as his cock got closer and closer.
“Are you going to cum on my tits, Mr. Brimley?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“Are you going to cum on them now?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned and right on cue, there he was cumming all over Megan’s big, fucking tits.
“Oh, Mr. Brimley.” Megan gushed.
“Yeah?”
“I think we should get that cleaned up for you.”
“Yeah?”
Megan didn’t have to be told what to do. She knew exactly what it was that needed to be done and just to show that she did know what needed to be done, she set out to lick her boss’s cock clean. “There you go,” she said finally. “All done.”
“Yeah.”
“I suppose I ought to get back to work then.”
“I suppose you’re right,” her boss agreed.
It was the end of the day and Megan logged out of her terminal and after a quick look around the office, she picked up her purse and she headed for the elevator.
It was amazing, Megan thought as she waited for the elevator to arrive. Usually at the end of the day, there’d be a bunch of people waiting for the elevator to arrive but for some reason, it was just her and some guy and it was odd because although she thought she knew everyone in the office, she didn’t recognize the man. Maybe he was a client, she told herself.
“So how are those working out for you?”
It took Megan a moment to realize that the man was talking to her. “How’s what working out for me?” she asked.
“Your breasts. How are those working out for you?”
Megan’s eyes narrowed. Now that she took a second look at the man, she thought she recognized him but then it was kind of hard these days. There were so many men that wanted to be with her and her breasts. “I’m not sure I’m getting your drift,” she said. “What are you saying about me?”
“I was asking how your breasts were working out for you. You know they can be taken away from you, don’t you?”
“What?!”
“You didn’t really think they were forever did you when you wished you had bigger breasts and suddenly the next day you had them. That would be rather fantastic, don’t you think?”
That was where she recognized him from. He was that guy, the one at the concert, what had he said his name was again.
“Of course they can be permanent but only if you want them to be.”
Megan didn’t have to think about that all. She knew as soon as he said it what her answer was going to be. “What do I have to do if I want to keep them?” she asked.
“It’s actually quite simple,” the man said. “If you want to keep them, you have to give them away.”
That was crazy, Megan thought but before she could tell the man that, she heard something behind her. She turned to see whatever had made the noise but whatever it was wasn’t there anymore so she turned back around and ... and the man was gone. Where the heck was he?
Megan decided to stop by the hardware store on the way home. She had a faucet that was leaking and while she had no intention of trying to fix the darned thing herself, she figured if she could find herself a cute guy who liked girls with big tits, she might very well get someone to come fix her faucet without having to incur the cost of calling a plumber and then maybe afterwards, if he was really cute and if he did a really good job, she could show him what it was like to be his slave for the night.
The first part of the plan was to find the plumbing department. The second part was to find a cute guy. The third part was to make sure said cute guy had the proper appreciation of girls with big tits. The fourth part was to play the role of damsel in distress.
Finding the plumbing department wasn’t all that hard to do. After all, there were signs that told her exactly where to go.
The next part was to find the guy but instead of a guy, what she found was a girl. The girl was looking at faucets just like she was. She looked young and she looked pregnant but for the life of her, Megan couldn’t remember where it was that she’d seen the girl before.
But now, the girl had seen her and the girl was coming her way and the girl stuck out her hand. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Michaela.”
“Do I know you?”
“Probably not but I was watching you the other day.”
The other day? Oh wait. The girl in the cafe. That’s who this girl was. “You said you were watching me. Why were you watching me?”
“Isn’t it obvious,” Michaela gushed. “Just look at you.”
“Just look at me what?” Megan asked irritably.
“Just look at your breasts,” Michaela said. “They’re so big and full and I can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like if they were all full of milk. God, I wish I had breasts like that.”
Megan looked at the pregnant girl. Her breasts weren’t all that big but Megan wasn’t about to tell the girl that. If breasts were supposed to get bigger when you were pregnant, then this girl’s breasts must have been pitifully tiny before but then Megan wasn’t going to tell the girl that either. “You look like you’re doing pretty good on your own,” she said.
“I’m doing okay,” Michaela said, “but you’re doing better. Oh my God. With breasts like you’ve got, if they were all full of milk, I’d bet they’d slosh whenever you moved.”
“We’ll they’re not,” Megan said. They’re not full of milk and yet even as she said it, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if her breasts really were full of milk.
“I’m just saying if they were,” the other girl said and even as she did say it, she seemed to be looking almost hungrily at Megan’s tits. “Can I?” she asked.
Can you what, Megan would tell herself later. That’s what she should have asked the other girl but there was just something about the way that the other girl was looking at her tits that just seemed to keep her from saying no so instead of saying no, she just nodded.
Michaela’s hands reached up and then before Megan realized what the other girl was going to do, the other girl was cupping her hands around Megan’s ample breasts. “Oh my, yes,” Michaela said. “They’re so full.”
“No they’re not,” Megan said angrily and yet even as she pulled her tilts away from the other girl’s hands, she couldn’t help but feel a jolt go through her. What if the other girl was right, she wondered. What if her breasts were full?
Megan couldn’t help but think about her breasts again. She’d been doing a lot of that ever since she’d met Michaela.
Megan growled to herself. It was that girl. That’s what it was. She was the one who’d put these thoughts in her head, and yet ...
And yet it really did seem that way.
Way back when, she’d wondered what it would be like to have big breasts and miraculously, she’d gotten them. She’d gotten her boobs, her tits, her jugs. It annoyed her sometimes. She’d be talking to someone, usually men but sometimes women, but she’d be talking to them and all the while, they were talking to her tits.
But wasn’t this what she’d wanted. Hadn’t she wanted big, wonderful tits. Hadn’t she wanted her breasts to somehow become jugs.
Well her tits had become jugs only now her tits weren’t just jugs. Now her tits were milk jugs.
And why the hell did that appeal to her so, Megan wondered. Not for the first time, her hands fondled her tits. God, she almost wished they’d slosh when she held them like that. She tweaked one of the nipples and ...
No way!
Milk had actually come out of her breast.
No fucking way.
She did it again and again, the result was the same.
Oh ... my ... God. They really were milk jugs. She squeezed one of her nipples yet again and once more was rewarded with some milk. She lifted her fingers up and she tasted it. Mmm. She liked it.
Michaela sat in her bed watching TV. Just a few minutes more she told herself and then she’d flip it off before she went to bed.
She was wearing a pink nightie that had always been loose on her ... well it had been loose on her before she’d gotten pregnant. Now, well now there was just no way it cover her baby belly so it always rode up a bit on her. Michaela thought that was cool. She’d sit there in her nightie and she’d stroke her bare belly as she watched TV.
Even as one hand stroked her bare belly, the other caressed her breasts. She wished she had bigger breasts like Megan. That girl was so lucky. If she had breasts like her ...
Michaela squeezed one of her breasts. It almost seemed ... it almost seemed as if her breasts were a little fuller.
Wishful thinking, the college coed told herself but if her breasts were bigger, she’d be so ready. She’d be so ready to go to the next step.
Megan couldn’t help it. She sat in her office and her breasts ached and she knew why that was. Her breasts ached because she needed to be milked.
God, just the thought of that. Just the thought of some guy with his lips around one of her nipples. Just the thought of him sucking the milk out of her tit. Not of course that he’d have to suck all that hard but just the thought of that, it was so ... it was so orgasmic.
At just that moment, Mr. Brimley decided to stop by her office. “Megan, I’d like a word with you in my office.”
Megan couldn’t help but groan at that. She knew what her boss wanted and ordinarily, she’d be totally down with that but the way her breasts were feeling at just that moment, she wasn’t sure she could take it. On the other hand, the brunette thought, maybe having her tits fucked was exactly what she did need and she nodded to herself. Yes indeed. Maybe that was what she needed.
“Shut the door,” Mr. Brimley told her and Megan moved to do exactly that.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, I did. It’s like I keep telling you ...”
Her boss stopped and he looked at her.
“Take off your top,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Megan said and again, she did just what her boss had told her to do.
“Let’s see you hold those tits.”
Again, Megan did as he was told to do but she couldn’t help but moan. Her breasts just felt so full.
“Something’s different.”
Megan didn’t say anything but her hands continued to play with her breasts.
Mr. Brimley was coming forward and then he was kneeling down in front of Megan’s chair. “Something’s different,” he said again.
Still, Megan didn’t say anything.
Her boss looked at her hungrily and then without warning, he lunged forward and he wrapped his lips around one of Megan’s nipples and Megan couldn’t help but moan as she felt him suck the milk from her breast.
Her breasts were so much bigger now, Michaela thought, bigger than they had been been just days earlier and now they ached with the need for relief and she knew where that relief would come from. It would come from guys. Not one but multiple guys. They’d suck on her tits and then they would fuck her pussy and when they were done, she’d finally have the relief she craved.
She knew her breasts were bigger now because she was pregnant. That much was obvious. After all, what other reason could there be for her breasts being as full and as plump as they now were. It was just that ... it was just that she almost wished that that wasn’t the reason. She almost wished that even after she’d given birth that she could keep these big, wonderful breasts.
It was odd, she thought. It wasn’t like she’d ever really had big breasts. In fact, they’d always been a bit on the small side but she was used to that and it wasn’t like she’d ever really thought about having bigger breasts. Oh sure, every once in a while, she might have the occasional musing about what it would be like but the truth was she liked her smallish breasts.
So why was she suddenly wondering what it would be like if she had bigger breasts.
Then on the other hand, she thought as her hands fondled her now well endowed chest, did it really matter why she was thinking such things? Maybe all that really mattered was that she had big tits now and maybe she should just make sure she enjoyed them while she had them.
The only thing was now that she had them, she didn’t want to give them up and if she had anything to say about it, she wasn’t going to give them up.
Megan was not happy even if her boss was ecstatic. Mr. Brimley seemed to love sucking Megan’s breasts even as Megan continued to wonder just why it was that there was any milk there to suck and now it had come down to this. She’d come to the store looking for breast pumps with the thought that maybe she could at least get rid of the milk that she shouldn’t even have.
But all thoughts of making that purchase quickly died when she saw who else was in the aisle with her. “You!”
“What?” Michaela cried out.
“You did this to me.”
“Me? What did I do?”
Now that was a very good question. Megan had been convinced before that the other girl had somehow done this to her but now that she was finally here, now that she was finally talking to her, Megan was unsure of just how she was supposed to say what she wanted to say. After all, you couldn’t just come out and accuse someone of giving you milky tits even if you thought that was what they’d done. If you did that, you’d sound like a crazy person.
“What did I do?” Michaela asked again.
“It’s my breasts.”
“What about them?” the pregnant girl asked irritably, “and besides, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got breast problems of my own.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
It didn’t matter that she was there in the middle of a store. Michaela pulled up the shirt she was wearing, up over her belly and then up past her tits. “Just look at them.”
Megan looked. “What about them?”
“They’re big.”
“They’re supposed to be. You’re pregnant.”
“Yeah well, they weren’t like this when I met you. When I met you, they were a bit on the smallish side. A little too small if you asked me but they weren’t like this. These are huge and they’ve just gotten this way in the past few days and there’s something else.”
“What?”
“I can’t help myself but I seem to always want to show them off just like I’m doing now.”
That at least was something Megan could understand. Ever since her tits had suddenly grown large, she kept having the urge to show them off, too.
“And there’s something else,” Michaela said. “It’s um, well, it’s that my tits are full of milk and I, um, I just can’t wait to have some guy suck them dry.”
“Oh my God. You mean you too.”
“What do you mean ‘you too?’ What are you talking about?”
“My breasts have been feeling exactly the same way.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Uh uh, and here I thought you’d done something to me.”
“Yeah well I pretty much thought the same thing, too. I thought you’d done something to me.”
“We’ll, I didn’t.”
“I can see that.”
Now that Megan was finally understanding that the other woman hadn’t somehow caused her breasts to be filled with milk, she was remembering what that guy had said to her days before. It was something about if she wanted to keep her breasts, she’d have to give them away. Well, the other woman certainly had bigger breasts now so did that count?
Megan wasn’t sure how she knew but she had the distinct impression that that wasn’t good enough so if that wasn’t good enough, what was good enough?
It was almost as if answering the question was enough to answer it. Megan stripped off her top and then off came her bra.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Well you showed me yours, I thought I’d show you mine.”
“Yeah but—”
“Did you know I’ve been a slave to a big Black man with an even bigger, big Black cock.”
“I didn’t ... what are you saying?”
“I’m not saying anything more than the fact that I’ve had a man that I called my master and that I’ve loved every moment of it and now I’m saying that I’m going to do the same thing to you.”
“What? No.”
“Oh yes. Get over here Slave. Get over here and suck on my tits.”
“I ... you’ve got me all wrong.”
“Don’t make me have to tell you again. Get over here, Slave.”
Even without realizing she was doing it, Michaela took a step forward and then she took another. She couldn’t help it but there was a part of her that just wanted to be so submissive.
“That’s it, Slave. You know what to do.”
Michaela was now looking at Megan’s tits. They were so big and so full and oh my God, they were so full of milk. She knew what she had to do. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to suck on that nipple. She wanted to taste Megan’s milk.
“That’s it. Suck it.”
Michaela did exactly what she was told to do.
“Yeah, that’s right. You like being a slave just like me. How about you show me a little something more. How about you show me some skin.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“How about you show me your pussy.”
“What! Here in the store,” Michaela wailed softly. “No. I can’t do it. I just can’t,” and yet even as she was saying it, Michaela knew there was indeed a part of her that did want to give in to that demand even if it was completely unreasonable.
“Are you saying no to me, Slave?”
Michaela shook her head.
“Then let’s see it then.”
Reluctantly, Michaela opened the drawstring on the sweats she’d been wearing and then she was pushing the sweats down past her hips.
“Keep going,” Megan said. Maybe the girl hadn’t turned her perfect tits into milk jugs but even if she hadn’t, Megan was going to take out her anger on the girl.
“What?”
“You haven’t showed me anything yet. Take those stupid sweats off.”
“What? Here?”
“Yeah, here. You got a problem with that?”
Michaela shook her head. Ever since she’d hung out with that girl, Mary, she’d had a bit of a submissive streak about her only now, it wasn’t just a streak. Now, she really did need to do what she was told to do.
“Hurry up. We haven’t got all day.”
Michaela eased her sweats the rest of the way off.
“And now the panties.”
“What?”
“You’re going to take those off, too, and hurry up about it.”
Michaela couldn’t help but have a feeling of deja vu as she looked around the store. She knew she’d seen this before only the other time, she’d been the one watching another girl get fucked in the store’s aisles.
“Come on. Hurry up.”
Michaela took off her panties and when Megan held out her hand for them, she reluctantly handed them over.
“Do you know why I came here? I came here because my breasts were always so full of milk. I thought you had something to do with that and I’m still not sure now if you didn’t have something to do with it but I was going to buy a breast pump but now that you’re here and considering how it won’t be all that long before you have someone sucking on your tits, I think maybe we ought to teach you a lesson. How’s that sound?”
Michaela couldn’t believe it but she was actually nodding in agreement.
“Okay then. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to suck the milk out of my tits. You got that?”
Once more, Michaela looked at the other woman’s tits and once more, she nodded.
“All right then. I think you know what you’re going to do, you might as well get to it.”
Michaela paused for just a moment longer before she was kneeling down in front of her new friend and then her hands were stroking her friend’s tits even as her eyes homed in on the other woman’s nipples. She could do this, she told herself. She knew she could do this.
“Oh yeah,” Megan moaned contentedly as the other woman started to suck. She could feel the milk start to flow and it just felt so good to let it happen. It couldn’t be good to leave that milk all bottled up inside her so really, her new friend was helping her out by sucking it all out.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“Oh crap,” Megan exclaimed as she saw one of the store’s employees coming toward them. “I didn’t know anyone was watching.”
“And that makes it okay to do ... to do this,” the man asked.
Megan shook her head. “No,” she agreed. “We were wrong and you are right. We’re sorry, Master.”
Master? Where the fuck had that come from? She hadn’t called anyone Master since she’d spent time with that girl, Jane, but somehow it seemed right. She’d done something wrong so it only seemed right to let someone punish her for her transgressions.
“What did you just call me?” the man asked.
“I called you Master.”
He looked at Michaela. “Stop sucking on her fucking tits,” he ordered. “What about you? Are you going to call me, Master?”
Michaela shook her head. She would, of course, if he told her to. She did so love doing what people told her to do but as far as she was concerned, this man wasn’t her master.
The guy was now looking at the two of them. “What the hell’s gotten into the two of you,” he said. “You’ve got to know you can’t be doing shit like that in public.”
Megan nodded. “We know, Master. We’re sorry.”
There it was again. She’d called him Master and damn it, that was hot. Of course, it was also hot that the two women both had big, luscious tits. He did so like girls with big tits. He was softening a bit. “Yeah well, you can’t be doing that stuff here. You ought to know that.”
“We know that,” Megan agreed.
“You know, someone really ought to teach you two girls a lesson.”
“Would you do that?” Megan asked. “Could you teach us a lesson?”
“What? You mean you want me to teach you a lesson?”
Megan nodded eagerly and moments later, Michaela was nodding as well. If this was what Megan wanted, then she was more than willing to go along with it.
The man’s name was Al and Al couldn’t help but think that this was stupid but stupid or not, he knew he was going to do it. The first thing he had to do was to get them out of the public area of the store. “You girls, pick up your shit and come with me.”
The girls picked up their clothes and they followed Al into the back of the store.
Al led them to the loading docks. The shipping and receiving guys should all be at lunch for at least the next half hour so for the moment at least, they had the place all to themselves.
“So you girls think you should be punished?” he asked and Megan nodded eagerly.
“What’s your names?”
“I’m Michaela,” Michaela said.
“You can just call me Slave,” Megan said.
That drew looks from both Al and Michaela. “Wow,” Al said. “You really do take this master slave thing kind of seriously, don’t you? Well, okay ... Slave ... since you admit that you deserve to be punished, why don’t you get down on your hands and knees.”
Megan couldn’t wait to comply with the order.
“You there, come here,” and Michaela followed Al on around to her friend’s backside. “You friend here acts all subservient now but I just have the feeling she’s not as innocent as she makes herself out to be. That means she needs to be spanked. That’s your job. Give that ass a swat.”
Michaela gave Megan’s ass a little half-hearted swat.
“Come on. You can do better than that. Do it again.”
Once more, Michaela gave her friend’s butt a light, little tap.
“Uh uh. Still not good enough. You’ve really got to give that ass a good spanking like this.”
“Ow,” Megan whimpered as Al’s hand gave the appropriate demonstration.
“If she doesn’t feel it, then it’s not good enough. Try it again.”
It took Michaela a few more tries before Al was finally satisfied with the result. “Now you keep doing that,” he told the pregnant girl and it was only then that he moved back around in front of Megan and Megan could see he had his pants pushed down and his cock hanging out. “Who are you again?”
“Slave.”
“And who am I?”
“Master.”
“And if your master tells you to suck his cock, what are you going to do?”
Rather than answer that with words, it was just easier to show him so even as Megan continued to get her ass spanked, she wrapped her lips around Al’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Fuck, he could so lose his job if anyone found out about this but fuck, this was good.
The one girl was still spanking the other one’s bottom even as the other one sucked his cock. He was going to cum and suddenly Al knew what he wanted to do. He loved big tits and both of these girls had big tits. He pulled his cock from Megan’s mouth. “Kneel,” he ordered and then he was looking at Michaela. “You too,” he ordered. “Get down there right beside your friend.”
He was stroking his cock as he looked down at the two girls. It would only be a matter of moments now. “I’m going to cum on your tits,” he announced.
Both girls were now fluffing up their tits, almost as if they were offering them up to him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his cock rained down on those exposed tits. “Oh fuck.”
Mmm yeah, Megan thought. She’d always wanted big tits but this was better. This was big tits covered in cum. It didn’t get any better than that.