Recursion A.3b.

RECURSION

A.3b.

“You have to run! Now.” The distorted voice commands.

Ollie and Josie groan awake, puzzled. They are still in the milking chamber, or prison cell, or wherever it is. Except they’re free somehow, throats and wrists and ankles unlocked, gags somehow removed. Their breast are still enormous, huge heavy hard globes that hang nearly to the floor with fleshy nipples as long as cocks. Their breasts hurt, feel swollen and hot, and their pussies ache from a powerful mechanical fucking. “Oh my God,” Ollie whispers, feeling dirty. 

Ollie climbs off the metal pipe, heaving her huge heavy tits, cradling them, her legs are shakey. She sees herself in the mirror and gasps, her tits are so big! They cover her entire front, from shoulders to almost hips, gigantic sloping bags of mammary flesh. Human udders. “Josie, we have to go…”

Josie bites her lip, she isn’t sure. Being a prisoner was horrible, but being chained down and milked felt so sexy… so right. The answer to a secret question she’d held hidden for years. Having found this, could she really walk away? Maybe she should stay? Her gargantuan tits felt ready for another milking. “Moo…” she whispered.

“Please! Go! I don’t know how long I can hold them off…”

“Come! On!” Ollie grabs Josie, tugs on her, and Josie snaps back to herself, heaves herself to her feet, gasps at the sheer mass of her tits, their wonderful horrible weight, and then is shoved across the cell and out through the doorway toward reluctant freedom.

Ollie turns back, hugging her huge chest, tears in her eyes, “Whoever you are, thank you, thank so much!”

She goes through the doorway>>>