Milk Slaves Chapter 9

Sherry scrambled out of the bathroom and towards the front of the store.  She had to tell somebody.  Fact was… she wasn’t sure exactly what to tell them.  Both of her friends had been abducted?  True.  They were being used to suck milk out of the biggest pair of tits she had ever seen?  Surely she would appear insane.  And yet, that’s what was happening, not twenty feet away, in that bathroom.  In her frenzy, she almost slipped on the floor, but she grabbed a hold of a shelf and kept racing towards the front.

As she approached the front desk, her heart sank:  in lieu of the lazy cashier, there was just a sign that said ON BREAK.  Of course, the moment she needed help the most, he was MIA.  Behind her, she heard the bathroom door swing open.  She dove behind one of the aisles and hid, as monstrous footsteps and faint moaning gradually grew louder.  As soon as they got quieter and could be heard towards the front door, Sherry peeked her head out and stole a glance.

The behemoth blonde woman was carrying both Eva and Cassy on either shoulder.  Her strength must have been incredible!  The two girls rested almost lifelessly on her hefty body.  Sherry would have assumed they were dead, if not for the occasional moans coming out of their mouths.  Their hair was drenched in milk, looking soaking wet with thick white cream oozing off of them and onto the floor.  A milky trail was left behind the fat blonde girl.

The fat girl opened the door and walked out, the door slamming behind her with a bang.  Sherry waited at least ten seconds before getting up and moving to the door.  She looked out the glass window at the massive woman as she walked to a truck.  She tossed the girls one by one into the back, and neither of them seemed to have the strength to even attempt to get out.

“Eva… Cassy…” whispered Sherry to herself.

“What the fuck is all this!?” came a man’s voice.  Sherry perked up to see the cashier, who had apparently completed his break.  He was looking angrily at the floor, now covered in milk.  “I walk away for five minutes and you people-”

The front door swung open, the giant fat lady standing angrily, dripping with milk.  The man was instantly taken aback by her size.  He had clearly never seen a woman this tall, and especially this wide before.  She barely fit through the door.  And her tits were easily bigger than any he had seen before, with two giant milk stains where her engorged nipples were on her shirt.  He was lost for words, but didn’t want to stand down.  Men do not cower before women.

“On your knees,” the blonde woman said through gritted teeth.  She was breathing heavily and looked ready to kill.

“I-Is this you!?” he demanded, while working up the courage.  He pointed to the floor, and more specifically to the lake of milk before him.

“I said,” the fat girl said  “ON YOUR KNEES!”

“I-No!” the cashier affirmed, standing his ground.

The blonde woman calmly walked forward, her body stiff but with a purpose.  With each step, her massive breasts jiggled and bounced.  She was an imposing figure, and the closer she got, the more she was looking down at the diminutively statured human before her.  His eyes grew more and more worried the closer she got, until she stood half a foot away from him, staring down at him.  He could barely see her face due to her large breasts, and her milk dripped onto his shoes through her white shirt.  The cashier’s lips began quivering as the monstrous figure stared down on him with dead eyes.  She slowly unbuttoned her jean shorts, then unzipped the zipper.  Her expression never changed, remaining rather lifeless throughout.  It was like her eyes were staring into the distance.

“On your knees,” she said one more time.  The cashier shook his head slowly but couldn’t get out any words, so she calmly placed her hand on top of the man’s head.  Sherry couldn’t tell if it was her innate strength, or if the cashier’s legs just gave way, but the man was slowly lowered to his knees.  She was controlling him like a man controls a dog.  His face looked terrified, but there was nothing he could do.  He was now eye level with her pussy, which was now out on display, unshaven and ready to be eaten.  His hands reached up and pressed on her meaty thighs, and she guided his face to her crotch.  In one swift motion, she slammed his poor face into her pussy and opened her legs a bit.  He instantly began licking and kissing her giant, wet pussy, and her excitement seemed to increase with each passing second.  Her hands massaged his head, though it was more likely she was pulling his hair.  She was leaning forward as she did this, and her breasts were being squeezed between her arms, milk oozing out of her shirt and falling onto the cashier’s head and down his back.  He didn’t have a moment to respond.

While completely insane, Sherry felt this was as good a time as any to begin her escape.  She began tiptoeing around the aisle, trying to stay as out of view as possible.  Her footsteps were soft but quick, and she managed to make it toward the front of the store, seemingly without being seen.  Luckily, the fat woman was faced away from the door, and had taken many steps forward from it, so as long as she was quiet, she was confident she could slip by unseen.  Indeed, as she looked towards the middle of the store, the behemoth was still bent forward, but now she had moved her legs in such a way that they were now closing in on the man’s shoulders, even around his neck.

“Suck my pussy, Charlie…” Sherry heard her moan to herself.

Did they know each other?  She couldn’t remember what his nametag said, but she felt like it wasn’t Charlie.  Either way, she had to get out of there.  The last issue was the door.  This thing tended to make a lot of noise.  it was designed in a way to let the clerk know someone had entered or exited.  She didn’t want that.  She was now positioned in front of the door, her hand resting against the push plate.

It was now or never.

She very lightly pushed on it, careful not to alert the bells.  It was a very slow process, but it was clear the fat woman wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.  She carefully navigated around the door and with a last bit of effort let the door shut on its own.  She could see inside the fat woman was now on her knees, and the guys legs were kicking.  Milk was slowly expanding around them.  Sherry didn’t know if the man would survive, but she didn’t care at this point.

She scrambled to the truck and hopped onto the truck bed.  There, she saw Eva and Cassy, essentially unrecognizable with all the milk covering their entire bodies.  She could barely tell they were even clothed at this point.  The two girls weren’t moving much, mostly coughing and spitting out milk.  They were like shells of their former selves.

“Eva, Eva!” Sherry said, lightly tapping her on the cheek.  The girl looked up at Sherry, and her eyes turned sad, though it was hard to discern tears from the milk.

“Cassy!” she said to the other body.  Nothing.  It was like she was a zombie that couldn’t react in any discernible way.  She continued to tap on their faces, trying to awaken something within them, and getting milk all over her hands in the process.  Nothing was waking them from their stupor.  It was like all the milk they drank had made them so heavy they couldn’t move.  They had been reduced to human shaped sacs of creamy milk.

A fat hand grabbed her by her hair.  Terrified, Sherry looked to her left, and the fat face of the obese blonde woman was staring back at her, her ugly mug, fat cheeks, and pig nose closer than she would ever want.  Her face was red, and she was clearly huffing and puffing.  Sherry tried to wiggle free, but there was no use; the fat girl’s grip was too strong.  In one motion, she lifted the smaller girl out of the truck bed and onto the dirt ground.  She immediately began walking back to the store, dragging Sherry, who was kicking and screaming.  Unfortunately for her, this place was in the middle of nowhere, and nobody was coming to help her.  When they got to the front door, she shoved it open with her spare hand.  The door swung open and smashed against the wall with a bang.

“Let me go, you freak!” protested Sherry, but the monster wasn’t listening.

The fat girl was clearly looking for some food, mostly fatty snacks.  She never let Sherry go, dragging her like a corpse across the floor.  No matter how much she struggled, she could never break free from her iron grip.  Much to her horror, as she was turned round and round during the process, she saw the cashier, or at least the milky remains of him, on the floor, his mouth open in agony, blood leaking out.  He was, like Eva and Cassy, completely covered in milk, to the point he had a white coat about his flesh that made him look almost angelic, which was oddly fitting in the moment.

Once the fat girl seemed satisfied, she turned and exited the store, her spare hand brimming with snacks.  She simply walked to the truck, opened the driver’s seat, and tossed Sherry in.  The front was a bench seat, fitting since this fat girl probably couldn’t fit in a regular seat.  Sherry took the opportunity to try to open the door, but the fat girl was well aware of this and immediately grabbed onto her belt.  The power of this woman was so immense, Sherry was convinced she could rip her shorts off with one good tug.  There was no way she was escaping.

The fat hand let go of her belt, and without hesitation immediately grabbed her by the hair again, wrenching her head around and towards her.  Sherry was now face to tit with the biggest breasts she had ever seen.  Luckily, they were still in their shirt, but not for long.  WIth her free hand, the fat girl pulled out her left tit and let plop down in front of Sherry’s face, the massive pink nipple dripping with milk.  She didn’t give the small girl much time to marvel at it though; the fat girl slammed Sherry’s face into it, completely smothering her tiny face in breast flesh.  Sherry tried to scream, but the milk squirting out of the huge tit shot into her mouth.  She immediately tried to spit it out, but her mouth was now stuck open, with just as much milk coming in than was coming out.  She had no choice but to swallow.

She could hear the car engine turn on.  The fat girl rested Sherry’s head on her lap, so it was now sandwiched between her huge tit and her fat thigh.  There was no escape.  The truck was now on the road.  Where it was going was anyone’s guess.  As her body filled with milk, the need to puke was overwhelming, and it probably happened, but it was hard to tell anything as her systems shut down.  She was fading to black, and there was nothing she could do about it.