Over-Endowed (Commission, Mutli-Cock, Dick-Nipples, Excessive Cum, Constant Orgasm)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Commissioned by KC55.

“Sera, wake your freak ass up! It’s time for milking!” The obnoxious voice of her second cousin bled through Sera’s door, biting into her ears like a venomous snake. She sat up and looked around groggily, ignoring the incredible weight of her chest until her ‘nipples’ brushed against her legs. A sigh of dismay brushed along her abundant cleavage.

Every morning she woke up to the same thing. And every morning she hoped that the other days were just a nightmare. Sera glanced out from her window, seeing her large family make their way to the barn, their hereditarily massive tits and asses bouncing with every step. Her youngest relative of fourteen hopped after them, visibly excited. None of them waited for Sera, no doubt hoping to be done before she made it there.

The hugely endowed girl stood up and stretched. Just like her family, she was endowed with breasts that’d draw any number of eyes. Unlike her close-knit family, however, Sera sported two very distinct additions to her titanic bust. She strode over to her tv, curves wobbling with every step, and turned the news on as she stripped down and got dressed into her work clothes. Or lack thereof.

“Apparently, reports of ‘futanari’ are becoming more and more frequent here in the US. Just days ago, one of these ‘futanari’ was found responsible for severe property damage after her… um, prolific orgasm. Do we have the images?”

Sera gawked at the screen. Oceans of thick, white tar flowed into a neighbour street from a house. The first floor had a massive hole in it, from which the jellylike cum sprayed. The footage cut to a single girl sat in what looked the ruins of a bedroom, a massive penis protruding from her crotch with an endless fountain spewing from it.

“According to the futanari, she had been feeling incredibly pent up leading to the incident, despite, in her words, ‘already cumming like a herd of elephants on Viagra’.”

“Fascinating, Veronica, and what of that other girl, Piper I believe, from a few years ago? Have we heard anything about her yet?”

“Nothing, exciting, Ron. We do have word, however, that a government facility is being set up for girls like these. It will only be for ‘special futanari’, such as the Piper and Ashley, the girl we’re seeing now.”

“Sounds like segregation, Veronica. I have my doubts that the public will be kind to this idea.”

“As do I. However, the heads of this project have stated that the girls will be afforded the same freedoms as any other. And I believe they intend to let the girls invite some friends to come along, if all parties are willing of course.”

“Good to hear it. Anything else to note?

“Nothing except a message from our sponsor ‘Big Milky Farms’. The best place to buy your vegan friendly dairy products. Call this number and get…”

Sera shut off the screen, glaring at it. The last thing she needed was to be reminded of the burden she was on her family. All she did was menial chores, which any of the farmhands could do, and take up space. They even had to customise a set of pumps just for her. Her family was proud of its history, the generations spent living as glorified human cows. And she couldn’t blame them.

It was every person’s dream. Making a fantastic living for something they’d do of their own accord. For some, that was writing or baking. For Sera’s plentiful family, it was milking their big, luscious tits and watching others enjoy the deliciously sweet, creamy flavour. She didn’t have that pleasure. Sera, instead, had to watch as her produce was emptied into a landfill after it built up. Though the milking was vastly more pleasurable than her family could comprehend.

Sera cupped her volleyball sized breasts, noting how incredibly firm they were with her fluids, and moved to the massive dick-nipples hanging from her peaks. They were easily above a man’s average size, and even thicker too, covered in unfeminine veins and capped in a bulbous, purple tinted head. Her urethras, or milk ducts for where they were located, were larger than most and leaked a thin, milky substance from the moment she grew erect. She felt it run over her fingers and stick to her skin.

“Better hurry up,” Sera muttered, already dreading the snide remarks and unwelcome looks she’d receive. However, there was nowhere for her to go. The barn was the only place equipped to handle her, especially after another oddity was found in her biology. She glanced out her window just in time to see the farmhands assisting three of her relatives, all with breasts that far outweighed their torsos in size.

They were the ‘hyper-producers’. A rare genetic trait within Sera’s bloodline, one that caused any woman of age to lactate so much that they couldn’

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