A Gift for Ike - Part 2 (Random Writing for NoeticChasm)

His first day at work was… mixed.

Things started off pretty nicely, if he could say so himself. No one really brought his size up or made it so he felt out of place by being so well-endowed… but that was mostly because everyone else also sported some sort of hyper attribute themselves, making for a workplace environment that was both incredibly inviting and, by its very nature, extremely hostile to Ike’s mental well-being. Not that it was anyone’s fault; he was just incredibly susceptible to arousal by those kinds of sights, making everything he had to do be about as much harder than normal as his shaft was. A wonderful comparison, at least if Samantha had anything to say about it.

The other bun spent her entire shift making passes at him, a few being so subtle that even the hyper-vigilant Ike didn’t pick up on them until minutes later, most so overt that he feared that the red on his cheeks was now a permanent fixture. No one else seemed to react to the teasing with anything more than tacit acceptance, if even that; was it just normal for the HR manager to be so hands-on with new employees? She did mask it as “necessary training”, but he had serious doubts about whether she needed to literally plop her tits on top of his head in order to “get a better view” of what he was doing. In fact, now that he thought about, how did blocking her vision further give her a better view?!

Such it was that the rabbit had to spend eight straight hours being tormented by someone who was clearly very experienced at finding people’s buttons and then pushing them without the slightest ounce of shame, be it by ‘accidentally’ rubbing up against him or bumping her bust against his back, at times even going so far as to directly comment on how much he filled his pants; things were made even worse when, after he tried firing back, she very seriously told him she wouldn’t tolerate any sexual comments on his part during work hours, which just left the poor bun even more confused when no one around him seemed to react to this with the confusion he felt was warranted.

It certainly didn’t help that his own growth had gone into overdrive ever since the interview with Samantha; if things were bad before, being pushed to the limit like he was had only made them worse! Now the bun could barely even find compressors that worked, even after deciding to splurge out a bit with his improved budget; at least, compressors that lasted for more than a handful of hours before he had to take them off and empty them down the toilet. He was producing so much that it was frankly ridiculous, and it got to the point where he heard the warning beep coming from between his legs so often that he could practically predict when it was going to go off; practically because he always overshot it, his productivity being consistently on the rise as it was.

At least his workplace was kind enough to offer “milking stations” for both milk and his own predicament; gods knew that he needed one of those just for him, as he doubted anyone else in his department at least had as much of a need for release as he did, and that was before Samantha decided to make it even worse by constantly poking at his libido. He was already having to deal with a shaft that bulged out his pants hard enough that said pants might as well not even be there; he did not need it to be even harder than it already was; and yet the other bun seemed intent on driving him to the edge of madness and further on. She even went so far as to sit in front of him during lunch, forcing Ike to take the next chair over just so he’d have some room to put his tupperware in; certainly didn’t help she had a pair of breast pumps attached to her and absolutely no shirt on, what with company policy making it so that employees could choose to bring their own appliances from home rather than rely on those provided by their offices. Ike was almost certain it was a deliberate choice on Samantha’s end; no way a pair of breasts like those were serviced properly by store-bought milkers like those, and indeed, she looked to be even more stuffed by the end of lunchtime than she was beforehand.

The second half of his shift didn’t go any smoother; if anything, Sam’s teasing just got worse, with the HR manager deciding that, if Ike wasn’t going to break gently, then he’d do so by force. The comments got more direct, the teasing more explicit, the obvious intimacy all the more raunchy and inappropriate, and yet every time he dared to raise a question about whether or not that was appropriate, he was given the exact same answer every time: “necessary training.”

Indeed, given that no one around him seemed to think that what he was going through was worth even so much as giving a glance to, it was likely they’d all gone through something similar. Whether or not that made it better or horrifying was anyone’s guess, though for Ike the problem was his utmost belief that, try as Samantha might, she would never be able to make him feel like behaviour like that was acceptable around the office. The other bun seemed to catch on to his reluctance as well, given that around an hour before his first day was over she vanished from sight, only to call him via an internal line and request his presence in her office. Ike gulped, knowing full well what was going to come his way, but got up and went there nonetheless; it took a lot of effort not to trip over his own cock, seeing as it now occupied most, if not all of the space between his legs, to say nothing of how much his nuts dragged behind him, but he did it anyway.

He would find her on the other side of her desk, once again using it as a rest for her colossal mammaries, and completely and utterly nude. To be perfectly honest, he was sort of expecting that, to the point where he was only mildly surprised she’d be so brazen as to do it during work hours rather than waiting for another fifty or so minutes. The answer to his question came when she mused about turning off the CCTV network in the room, casually mentioning that a position such as hers came with a certain set of perks, before openly asking him a question that broke him nearly as hard as the one during the interview a few days prior:

“How hard do you want to fuck me right now, Ike?”

And again, his pants were torn to shreds and his shaft released from its confines by the simple statement. It wasn’t really a question, at least not one like he’d been used to hearing; there was no way for him to deny that he wanted to go ahead and plow her like a couple of… well, rabbits in heat really, but he couldn’t exactly claim he wanted that option to begin with; his self-control had been slipping further and further away from him for the whole day, and now that he thought about it, that was probably the whole reason why she’d been teasing him for so long. It was devious… but it was effective.

With his shaft now out in the open, even Samantha could probably see its tip all the way from behind her mountain of tits; that damned thing was longer than Ike’s torso was, and just about as thick too, with the accompanying set of nuts, now unburdened by a compression field, having to be carried behind his legs just to prevent them from turning the bun immobile. Veins throbbed across his cock’s leathery surface and a thick trickle of pre ran down from the tip, coating it in a shiny glaze that only seemed to attract the other bun even more. Samantha was openly (and audibly) smacking her lips, and Ike could swear he saw beads of milk emerge from her fist-sized nipples without her even so much as squeezing those things. His own feet were walking involuntarily towards her, enough that, by the time he realized what was happening, his shaft was practically already buried inside of that immense cleavage of hers. He should’ve wanted to pull back, should’ve wanted to tell her that this was all a mistake and they should keep it professional… but he didn’t want to. All he saw there and then were a pair of breasts that were stuffed to the brim with cream and were attached to someone who probably wanted to ride him dry, and as far as his libido cared, that was all that mattered.

From that moment forward, Ike was on auto-pilot, his brain no longer part of the equation. Muscle memory took over and Samantha barely had three seconds before he was literally upon her. One moment she had her tits on the desk and the next they were firmly on her torso, with whatever piece of furniture they once stood on having been flung across the room and against a wall. The real Ike, the one that existed for most of the day, would never have done anything like that; he was far too afraid of the consequences to ever be that direct. But that wasn’t the “real” Ike; or perhaps the one that went about for most of his life wasn’t altogether that “real” itself. Whatever the case, the larger bun wasted absolutely no time in throwing himself at his new lover, flinging his cock into her cleavage and finding in it the one thing capable of containing his immense girth.

With the compressor gone, there was no stopping him. Even a pair of tits of that caliber could only hope to contain a small chunk of his size, with his tip being far enough away from his base that it not only bumped against Samantha’s chin, but went so far as to smear itself all over her face before going right past her, giving the HR bun something to think about when she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to run wild all over its length… or at least the parts of it she could reach. Very little thinking was done there, just raw, animalistic fucking, and given the two’s bodies were very much geared towards that kind of activity, it didn’t take long before they started to get creative with things.

Much to his surprise and delight, Ike would find that those colossal mammaries were, in fact, completely natural. No creaking, no sign of stiffness, just milk and churning and sloshing and softness all around, giving him enough leverage to sink his hands into their soft breastflesh so much that they vanished into all of the pudge, a waterfall of milk erupting from each nipple whenever he did so. They were very clearly stuffed to the brim, Sam wasn’t kidding about that either; the slightest touch seemed to be enough to set them off, and Ike had absolutely on intention of holding himself back to using “slight” anything; no, his hands aggressively groped and kneaded those immense udders, tugging and pulling at them with all of his might, drawing long, whorish, throaty noises from the other rabbit’s throat that he could only hope were moans. The sounds were enough to set off some kind of automatic response within him, something that drove him to do something that he never thought he’d even think about, much less come to execute.

Samantha’s nipples were large. Large enough, he reckoned, that he could grab them with all of his hands; wrap his fingers around them, feel his palms be filled with their mass, giving him a firm grip on both teats. He did just that, squeezing them down hard enough that the flow of milk that had already begun leaking stopped entirely; he figured he could just keep them like that, hold in the milk until it began to take its toll on Samantha’s body. Maybe, he thought, if he held them close for long enough, she would swell up and become even larger, until her tits could rival his cock for sheer scale and he could finally have something large enough to use his rod on. But that was just a pipe dream (or at least that’s what he told himself), so he re-focused towards what he could achieve: a good milking.

Seeing as Samantha had made it very clear that she was absurdly proud of her tits, and she was entirely shameless in how she used them to her advantage, Ike figured it was only fair he gave them the attention that she so craved. After all, wasn’t that what Sam wanted? To have a huge, hunky bun like himself treat those things like his personal stress toy? His primal lizard brain wasn’t really giving him much of a choice in the matter, only being able to see two milk-stuffed orbs that were his to do whatever he wanted to, so there wasn’t a lot of room for speculation there; before he even realized what he was doing, Ike’s arms began to move of their own accord, squishing and stretching his lover’s tits in a continuous rhythm, hoping to draw as much cream out of them as he could. If Samantha insisted on acting like a dairy cow, that’s exactly how he’d treat her; besides, it gave him plenty of leverage to shove his cock into her mouth, hopefully so the both of them could finish at the same time. Samantha, for her part, was slightly too busy getting plowed by someone she never thought would break that hard to do much thinking; with her goals achieved, all she had to do was lay back and let him take the spotlight for once.

Things were so simple, and yet they offered no end of pleasure for the both of them. Ike tugged on those giant nipples and bucked his hips forward, his tip plunging deep into Sam’s open maw and stretching out her throat, leaving her unable to breathe and forcing the bun to gulp down thick ropes of hot, sticky seed, a protein infusion of truly vast proportions. He would relax his grip and push those tits away, using the momentum to pull back from inside of his lover. This went on for… a while; both of them appeared to have significant stamina, enough that Ike eventually just gave up pretending he wanted anything else and extricated his shaft from within that warm, pre-sloaked cleavage.

Samantha got about half a second to wonder what was going on before she felt her partner’s rod again, this time unceremoniously shoved straight into her slit and very nearly splitting her in half from the sudden insertion. Both of them were lucky the HR bun was as well-lubricated as she was; her arousal had left her something beyond slick, enabling Ike to practically hilt himself inside of her, and consequently find out that those teats of her made for really great handles. What followed were countless minutes of frenzied fucking and mindless, animalistic thrusting, accompanied by ever-escalating grunts and groans from the both of them… though Ike especially. After so long without any kind of proper release, after so much teasing and exposure to the rabbit underneath him, to finally be allowed to cross the line and reach something resembling climax was… divine.

He barely even felt it when it came; when he came. One moment he was base-deep inside of Samantha, the next all of his muscles seemed to melt as a wave of energy coursed through the entirety of his body and straight through his nethers, resulting in an explosion of cum of such immense size that most of it inevitably ended up splattering all over his own groin, backblasting out of Sam’s body when it inevitably couldn’t take any more. Sam herself appeared to have been deliberately holding back her own orgasm as well, at least if the sudden burst of milk from both tits occurring simultaneously to his own release was any indication. Both of them were showered in their own juices, Ike even going so far as to open his mouth to let the proverbial rain in, before inevitably, all strength left him and he felt his body tumble forwards onto his newest lover.

Thankfully for the both of them, even after Sam’s little milkgasm those things retained enough mass and bounce to cushion his fall, allowing him to gently slide into the space between them while his arms lazily slid off onto the ground, right before he struggled to bring them over the curvature of his partner’s breasts and around her neck. The angle at which his cock was placed against the floor made it slightly uncomfortable, but at least he knew it’d be going down, back to what it used to be like; it gave him enough safety and security that he could snuggle up against the other bun without a single care in the world, revealing himself to be the far needier one in that duo.

Samantha was already expecting this, though it’d be disingenuous to claim she was anywhere closed to prepare for the absolute deluge that had stuffed her just moments before. Poor thing had to take five just to be able to breathe properly again, and even then it was still labored and raspy. Still, the sight of that hunk, lying on top of her looking more vulnerable than ever, gave her just the right amount of strength necessary to get a good headpatting going. A smooch on the forehead would do as well, just as he dozed off to sleep. When they woke up, the two would need to have a long discussion on what to do about that mess in her office.

But now?

Now they rested.