At The Con (Random Writing for Roxikat)
Added 2020-07-20 18:19:10 +0000 UTCSo there I was, happy as I could be, waiting in line to get into the convention center. You honestly couldn’t believe just how excited I was for the whole thing, I’d been waiting for months and the costume fit me perfectly! I mean, sure, I had to milk myself extra hard just to fit into it, but the whole Tifa aesthetic works pretty well with either a flat chest or a little bit of extra tit, so I figured I could rock it even if I allowed myself to fill up during the day. Still, nothing like what I’m at now, right? Gotta be thinking that I’d never reach his point again, huh?
… well, I suppose you are, at least. Well, unfortunately for you, you’d be wrong!
I already knew something was going to go wrong when the line took ages to move. It was just like every other time, you spend ages and ages getting excited for something and then, right when it happens, everything goes wrong in the worst possible way. I had to stand there under the sun for three hours before I was finally allowed in, only to then be told that it took that long because the AC broke and they were trying to fix it. So imagine my surprise when I walked in and it was somehow hotter in there than it was outside!
Now, I thought to myself “Alright, I can handle this,” but then… then I saw everyone else. See, my cosplay at least let enough of me breathe that I didn’t have that much trouble, but when you have a bunch of people getting together in one spot, anyone wearing anything less revealing is gonna have to open it up to let some air in. And lemme tell you, this year? This year was a good year, lemme tell you that, because the amount of hotties that turned my head was so huge I felt like I was gonna break my neck!
I don’t think I need to tell you what happens when you push my buttons like that, obviously; suffice to say that I was very happy I’d milked myself earlier that morning, because by the time I went to get lunch, my clothes were already starting to get, uh… cramped. If it weren’t for the pads I had on my nips, I probably would’ve made a mess of myself about ten minutes in, and thank my lucky stars I remembered to bring some extra ones with me!
So you might be thinking, why didn’t I just milk myself in the restaurant bathroom while I was waiting? Well, truth be told, I did try, even managed to get my tits out and plop them onto the sink, and goodness were they already swollen! But the second I did that, I heard the door open behind me; I had about five seconds before someone saw me with nothing on, and as much as I’m fine with that here, I’m not about to let some random stranger get an eyeful of me like that! So I just grabbed my top, rushed into the nearest cubicle and put the whole thing back on. Got about halfway back to my table before I felt my nipples leak and I had to go back to put the pads I forgot about, but I still spent the rest of the day getting teased about being a moocow.
Which, honestly, can’t say it was that off-target, really.
Anyway, afternoon and it’s all back to the same. I’m surrounded by sweaty guys and gals and tits and dicks all over, I can smell the musk on some of them, and I’m just standing there trying not to completely lose my shit while slowly going insane. I can feel my tits churning out milk by the gallon at that point, and every time I bother to look down I swear I could see my breasts getting bigger. I think the worst part was when I sat down at one of the tables with some big-short artist, and I didn’t even know the guy was as big as he was really, but midway through the introduction he just goes “Fuck me, it’s hot in here, isn’t it?” and he just takes his shirt off and you would not believe how ripped he was!
I wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as I could, but the second I tried was when I heard sloshing, and boy did I know I was screwed. My top was already straining at that point, but when I heard my milk actually make some noise, that’s when I knew I just had to sit down, close my eyes and just try to concentrate on anything those ripplin’ fuckin’ abs, I swear… a-anyway, point being, I suffered through the whole thing, got up, did my best to hide how noisy I was being and then...
… you know, I think anyone else would’ve just left at that point, but I couldn’t. I don’t know if it was because I was having so much fun, because honestly the whole thing was worth price of admission, or maybe I just wanted an excuse to be around hot guys while wielding a pair o’ tits big enough to attract their attention, but all I know is that by the time I got back to the motel room for the day, my back was starting to hurt.
So we all go back to our room, Mike’s just baked, you know Mike, he works down at the pizza shop, so he’s completely out of it, Christine is drunk, Dave’s somehow more drunk and the only other person who can still walk straight is Michelle. So I turn to her, obviously, and I ask her… ok, this is going to sound dumb, but I asked her if my tits were noticeably bigger, and the look she gave me was enough to almost get me to shrink. I swear she wanted to laugh or something, because the way she scrunched up her face…
Right, so I told her I was going to go milk myself and went right into the bathroom; when I took my top off and saw my pads just rocket out onto the sink? It had been so long since I felt my breasts hit my chest that hard, especially outside of this place, that I just kind of stood there staring at it for a good ten minutes, not knowing what to do. I swear I could see them growing bigger before I finally got my act together.
Of course, this is when I heard something break and then Michelle screamed for my name, so I wrapped a towel around my tits and ran back into the room. What could have possibly happened if not Dave having crashed right into the TV and opening his fucking head so hard we had to call an ambulance? Idiot was laughing all the way to the hospital, even when we told him we wouldn’t be helping with the bills, and you know what? Good for him; maybe next time he’ll learn not to drink half his weight in cheap vodka.
I was so worried that I didn’t even realize how big I was getting. By the time we got back to the hotel room, I just couldn’t think of anything else but going to sleep. Plopped my ass on the bed and just lost it completely, woke up nearly ten hours later feeling like someone had just knocked me across the head with a baseball bat. Then I looked down and realized I had a much bigger issue.
You know what happens to us when we don’t leave the pump on during the night, right? Well, even spurting out onto the ground didn’t really help me, because these things were covering a good half of my chest and weighed so much I could barely drag myself out of bed. I told myself “Ok now, you’re gonna go to the shower, and you’re gonna milk yourself dry this instant!”
And for a while, I thought it was gonna be ok! Slithered into the bathroom without anyone noticing, turned on the water, let it run over me for a bit, hell, even had my hands on my nipples right before Michelle crashed into me and loudly demanded that I let her clean up first because she forgot she had a panel to do. Now, I really didn’t want to go a full day without emptying myself, but if I didn’t drive her over, who the hell else was gonna do it, right? At least the top was stretchy enough that I could wrap it around my nipples like some weird kind of titty bandana, because otherwise I don’t know what else I was gonna do. Let me just say, when you show up at a convention looking like that, you’re gonna attract some attention. And even though I had the biggest rack around, I literally couldn’t avoid looking at everyone else. I swear it was all a massive, cosmic prank.
So we get there, and guess what? One of the guest panellists for the thing Michelle was doing ended up not showing up, so they needed someone else to help fill in the gap. I was there, obviously, and Michelle knew that I could shoot the shit with random people if I felt like it, so obviously she puts my name forward without even asking! Everyone’s staring at me, thinking I might just milksplode mid-speech or something, but they all eventually just nodded and told me it should be fine.
Now, you might be thinking that just because it’s a video game con then you wouldn’t have a lot of talk about anything that might rile me up. Well, as it turns out, Michelle got invited to the panel because she’d been working on a game the organizers thought was going to be super-duper important in the market because of its “message”, and all it took was five minutes for me to realize that, while it certainly had a deep-enough story that I could probably get invested, it was also really, really based on discussing sexual themes.
Now, I need you to picture me, hot and heavy, surrounded by all those people I mentioned before, stuck on a stage talking about the merits of sexuality in gaming, while I could feel my tits growing just from glancing over at one of the many screens showing a bunch of sex scenes from the game. Michelle was looking at me like she just wanted to die, and good for her really, because the next time I see her I am gonna kill her; but there I was, having to deal with all that bullshit, so by the time it was all over and I was allowed to just leave, all I could do was sit down and wait until someone helped me up, because surprise surprise, my milkers were too full for me to even move around properly!
Michelle had to help me around after that, and when she asked if I wanted to go empty myself in the nearest bathroom I could not say “yes” quicker. Sadly for us, the line to use the bloody thing was so long it circled back into the other queue, so we decided we were going to leave the con and find the nearest open bar. That’s when we tried getting past the front gate and they told us that, due to security concerns, we had to present our passes before being allowed out.
I think you can guess where mine had been lodged for about an hour at that point.
I thought to myself that I should be the one to dig it out, but after poking around my cleavage for about five minutes, Michelle just grunted something and shoved her hand in there! Didn’t find anything either, but she gave me so hard of a groping that it was a miracle I didn’t just burst there and then! Poor guard was staring at us like he’d just seen a ghost, and I swear I could see the outline of his cock against his pants.
At least he let us through after we showed him the little plastic card, only to find out that every. Single. Goddamn bar around the area was still closed and none of the restaurants were admitting anyone either! We were stuck there, under the sun, with my tits reaching my waist and feeling like they were carrying my whole body weight in milk, with nowhere to go but home.
… so we did. Guess what happened next, because you’ll never get it!
So Dave managed to crawl back from the hospital after charming the pants off two nurses and getting some stitches for the road, Mike had raided the fridge for literally anything he could eat that didn’t need cooking, and surprise surprise, Christine had made such a mess of the bathroom and showers with her hangover that I just refused to go do anything in there. We were left to knock on our neighbours’ doors and hoping someone would listen, but it turned out everyone was at the convention, and the public bathrooms in the hotel were off-limits after someone had the bright idea of detonating a cherry bomb after flushing it down a toilet.
Now, by this point, I’m finding the whole thing to be absolutely ridiculous and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was being set up for something. I could barely walk straight, my tits were heavier than gods-know-what, and Michelle is handling the whole situation with way too much cool. She turns to me and tells me that all the time we took running around and driving back and checking the rooms and whatnot meant that we could go over to the con and try our luck with the local establishments. I swear to goodness she was smiling when she said that, and I’m almost sure she was actually enjoying watching me suffer like that!
At least she was courteous enough to let me ride in the back of the car that time, though I can only guess it was because she wanted to see me struggle to get up from underneath these puppies. Gotta tell you, everyone around the car? Just stood there and stared at me for as long as they could, because I was honestly all-but naked at that point; I still had the top on, obviously, but it was stretched out and soaked so much that it didn’t exactly hide anything, and if it weren’t for Michelle helping me hide my nipples, I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done.
Doing the rounds again didn’t really work, at least until we finally found a seafood restaurant that had just opened for business and asked if we could use the bathrooms… only for them to tell us that due to security concerns, they had electronically locked the doors and only allowed paying customers in, after a certain price. Bastards wanted us to pay for a full meal just so we could use the bathroom, imagine that!
I wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible, but no, Michelle just had to convince me that by the time we found anywhere else that was open, I’d be lactating onto the street and begging to go home, so off we went to sit down somewhere and be the first customers for the day. Now, I don’t need to tell you, I’m pretty big by this point, and I can’t even sit straight. Tits are all over my lap, I can barely reach the table, and if it weren’t for Michelle, I’d be practically immobilized from the weight alone. And then I had to wait for another half an hour before they finally served us and we got to use the code on the small slip of paper they gave us!
Michelle dragged me over, apologizing for everything having gone wrong, but at least the whole place was big enough that we could use one of the private stalls to get down to business. Lemme tell ya, I should probably give that girl a job here, because her milking skills were top. Notch! Couldn’t even feel my cream being forced out of me, but the toilet sure did; poor thing could barely flush by the time I was done with it! You can imagine how confused the waiter was when we came back to the table and I was practically flat! Gave me a good once-over and was about to kick me out before Michelle silently begged with him not to make a fuss about it.
As for me? I had a nice, filling seafood lunch, patted my belly, and was about ready to go back to the hotel and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day… though of course I ended up going back to the con, and all that exposure to heat and hot energy made me go up about a dozen more cup sizes by the end of the day! All in all, a pleasant time; ten out of ten, would go to again. What do you guys think?
The sounds of the milking barn were the only thing audible after Roxi stopped talking; if it wasn’t clear already that no one was really listening, too engrossed in their own little worlds of lactic bliss, then it’d be incredibly clear after she explicitly asked for the other milkers’ reactions to her story. That they gave her nothing but soft, mindless mooing and the occasional readjustment of their struts spoke volumes about how much attention they had been paying, prompting the cat to huff and go back to what her job was nominally supposed to be.
Pfeh, you guys are just jealous ‘cuz you couldn’t afford to go. You’ll see, next year I’m gonna go back and slip Michelle some of our product, then we’ll see who’s laughing~!