It was a formative experience near puberty that defined her sexuality. A fast bloomer, she had developed noticeable breasts quickly, and her parents had been slow in buying her bras to match.
In the playground one day, her shirt had been pulled off, baring her tits, and a circle of other students had quickly surrounded her, laughing uproariously at her nudity, and particularly at her budding udders. She had knelt in tears, her breasts exposed, as they jeered her for nearly twenty minutes before a teacher came and broke it up.
But afterwards, she had been conscious of the eyes of boys on her – and particularly on her tits – and it had felt good. Attention and interest, mixed with humiliation and shame. It made her wet every time – which, of course, only made her more ashamed.
She grew up naturally big-titted, so her breasts got attention a lot. On any day when she had been aware of someone looking at her like she was a big-uddered cow – which was most days – she would inevitably end up frantically masturbating in a private place, finger-raping her pussy with one hand, and alternately tugging forcefully on her nipples and painfully slapping her titflesh with the other.
No one was more surprised than she was when she started to lactate shortly after her 18th birthday, but in retrospect it was inevitable, given how much time she spent squeezing her nipples. Her parents kicked her out of home when they discovered her milk leaking through her increasingly tight shirts, under the mistaken belief that she was pregnant.
She moved in with someone she had known in high school – not her best friend, but rather Gavin, the boy who had spent her entire school life calling her “Cow Tits” and staring at her boobs. He was surprised when she showed up on his doorstep, her face flushed from the humiliation of what she was doing. She didn’t understand why she was doing it, only that it felt right. The shame of her actions had left her pussy gushing with fuckhoney, and she was so aroused she could barely think straight.
Gavin gave her a room in his apartment, and as soon as she was alone she masturbated wildly, shirt stuffed in her mouth to muffle her moans, squeezing the milk from her breasts with painful force. She orgasmed harder than she ever had in her life, and as she did, she knew that milking herself like a cow would be a daily routine for her now.
Repeated daily milkings increased her milk production, which in turn caused her tits to swell and grow. Soon none of her shirts or bras really fit, but she refused to buy new ones. Men looked at her more and more now, with less and less respect and more and more lust, and it drove her wild. Sometimes she couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate, or even find a public toilet, and instead she would crouch in shadowy alleyways, half naked, frantically squeezing her tits and fingering her cunt, desperately hoping no one would enter the alleyway and see her, almost orgasming at the thought they maybe they would.
“I’m such a slut,” she would chant to herself as she masturbated. “I’m such a big-titted cow. Moo. Moo.”
Gavin, to his credit, lasted an entire month before he first raped his house guest. He tried to restrain himself, but when he came home one day to find her nude, on all fours, in his living room, masturbating, milking her breasts into a bucket, and mooing like a cow, he gave up. Before she knew what was happening, his fist was gripping her hair, his knees were spreading her legs, and his cock was pushing its way into her virginal pussy.
She meant to protest, but just mooed loudly instead, her brain slutty and confused. She tried to get away, but a moment later he was gripping her tits, pulling on them, using them as handholds to pull her whole body hard against his cock, and the pain was so good, so *right*, that she almost passed out from joy. She orgasmed, and orgasmed again, and orgasmed five more times before he finally ejaculated inside her, called her a whore, spat on her, and told her that keeping her cunt available for him was part of the rent she paid now.
After that, she was hooked. The only way she ever wanted to be looked at was as a sex-cow. The only sex she ever wanted was rape. She would bind her tits with rope before going out, to make them bulge. She no longer hid herself in alleyways when she masturbated, but rather did it publicly in the rough parts of town where men could see her.
And when strange men approached, as they inevitably did, and when they ripped off her shirt to bare her oversized fuckmelons, as they so often would, she would feel so ashamed of who she was, and the tits she was cursed with, that she would almost die from shame – and then she would orgasm – and she would smile at the men as they took out their cocks, and know that she was about to get exactly what she deserved…
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