Four days ago I had experienced an inflation episode, or actually my new "balloon cow girl" condition without the enormous udder hanging between my slender legs. The episode had left me rather heavy and extremely large in the chest. Though my current 86 inch bust size was nothing new for I had been much bigger many times before, the PERMANENCY of my current 86 inch milk-heavy whoppers was the shocker. I had tried everything to reduce my bosoms. Milking myself helped relieve a little of the fullness but they filled right back up plus I enjoyed the sensation so much the whole thing was more play than work. I tried mentally reducing my chest, which usually worked when I was full of air. This tactic did nothing at all now.
After nothing seemed to work I just gave up and gave in. I figured maybe I was supposed to be this big for a while and went with it. It wasn't such a pain. I liked being enormous. I liked the sensation of big full breasts bouncing and jiggling in my top, bopping against my tummy, skimming across the floor everytime I tried to crawl on hands and knees. It all wasn't a horrible thing at all.
Walking down the street after the festival, I realized two reasons why I felt sort of distressed about my current condition. One reason was that I wasn't used to the stares I was getting from people. Being ballooned up and light as air was one thing but it seemed so weird to have big BIG heavy hangers bobbling and swaying for all to see. The other reason was seeing all the couples walking about. I felt alone. I felt alone and people were staring then trying not to stare, kind of ignoring me because I was very big busted. I mean, how many women have 86 inch busts? Heck, I was in Zena Fulsom's and Tina Small's league now�maybe permanently!
I felt like no one wanted a gigantic breasted milk-laden girl.
I walked down the street, huge breasts swaying in my cardigan. It was kind of a cool night and even my industrial strength brassiere could not keep the chill out. (By the way, I was lucky in regards to having my custom-made expandable bras. Even chubbed out at 86 inches my boulder holders contained me FAIRLY well.) My nipples, also puffed out with my new condition like miniature cow teats, were making very prominent (and sexy if I do say so myself) points at the end of my swaying boobies.
As I stood at a corner waiting (DO NOT EVEN THINK IT!!!) to cross the street, a loud growl rose from behind me. It grew louder and louder, making the ground quake, making my huge heavy breasts shake, as it neared. My nipples, pressed taut against the material of my bra cups, were massaged rapidly by my shaking tits, causing such a stir within my loins that I felt faint. I felt simply ready to scream in orgasmic delight.
I turned my attention to the noise right as a herd of grumbling, growling, roaring Harley's pulled up to the light. Helmets and heads turned my way and eyes shielded behind riding goggles looked upon my quivering and huge nippled jugs. I smiled at the cycle riders, giving them an innocent little wave. Two of the bikes had leather-clad women on board and the staring male drivers got a quick cuff to the cranium.
The light changed and the gang of cyclists exploded into the intersection. I watched each massive bike with its equally burly massive rider dash through the light. The last bike rumbled passed, a HUGE biker straddling the big bike glanced at me as he went by. I saw brake lights as he got across the intersection and he pulled to the curb on the opposite side of the street.
"Kewl!" I said to myself as I started across the street. The pedestrian crosswalk light began to blink, signaling it was soon to change and unsafe to step out into traffic. I picked up the pace a bit and hurriedly trotted the remainder of the way. This action made my tremendous breasts bounce like crazy and sent a buzz to my nether regions that almost made me stumble.
I made my way to the other side of the street and stepped up to the big biker. "Hi there," I said leaning close to the big guy. From where I stood on the curb and where he sat on his big bike, my huge breasts were right at his eye level. I had heard bikers and seen several that were fairly rough looking. The guy before me only sported a shaved head and a clean shaven face. He wasn't bad looking considering he had a rather large gut pushing out against his leather vest. I nonchalantly sniffed the air around him. I had heard bikers were a smelly lot. He didn't smell at all, in fact, he smelled quite good�like Drakkar I thought.
"Hello, little lady�er�hello, miss. What is your name?" he asked politely though his eyes were glued to my large lungs.
"Helia," I answered feeling my nipples swell even more with him staring. They ached for attention of the nursing kind.
"Helia, huh? Well, you've got a helluva rack there, Helia." He smiled. Gosh, and his teeth were white and clean also. Kewl. "You wanna party, Helia?"
"Sure. Where are you going?" I asked.
"Down the street to our hang-out. It is a little bar�"
"Dominos?" I interrupted him. I knew the bars pretty well in town. I knew Dominos was a biker bar though I had never ventured into the place.
"Well�yeah! Been there?" he asked as he slid up a bit on his seat. The seat was built for two but he was so big he took up half of the passenger seat. He scooted up as much as he could as I lifted my leg and slipped onto the seat behind the big guy. He tried to scoot up further as my huge breasts squished against his back.
"Nope, but I've been by there," I said as I secured myself by wrapping my arms around what I could of the big guy. I pressed my boobs against him, my fat hard nipples digging into his back.
"Damn, girl! Can I have you be my permanent back rest?" the biker said as he gunned the engine and we were off. Not only did he not hear my response but he didn't hear my cry of orgasmic pleasure as the rubble of the big bike vibrated my bottom. I loved wearing tight pants�and the thong undies probably assisted things also.
We arrived at Dominos after a five minute ride (five minutes of pure pleasure for me). I found out my biker friend's name was Bull. He belonged to a cycle gang called the Hard Riders though I didn't ask him exactly what that meant nor pertained to. He helped me off his bike, never taking his eyes off my giant jiggling breasts and we proceeded into the bar.
"Holey smokes, Bull! Where'd you find Mother Jugs?" one of the bikers called out as we entered the drinking establishment. It was smoky in the place and it made me cough causing my huge milk-heavy boobs to do a dance for all of them.
"It isn't Mother Jugs, it is Miss Jugs. And don't you forget it!" I giggled placing my hands on my enormous boobs and pushing them together causing my sweater to bulge out even moreso.
Bull introduced me to everyone and we proceeded in getting some beer. I told him the smoke was annoying me so he took me out through the back, through a room full of pool players and people rocking to a jukebox, out back where an open air patio was located. There was another area of cycle parking back here and several big Harley's sat with riders telling their tales of road adventures. The parking lot was surrounded by a natural barrier of hilly lawns and green plants. I was surprised and incorrect by expecting a dirty pit of hot smelly bikers and a dingy party place.
"Who's the Miss Clean-Cut Priss on your arm, Bull?" one of the Harley women said as we stepped out onto the patio. She was dressed in leathers and a gray t-shirt with a big Harley emblem on it.
I turned to Bull as we moved out into the parking lot. "Bull, I look out of place. Is there any way I can fit in here? Maybe get some clothing or something?"
Bull looked at my huge breasts. "Umm�I have some stuff in my saddle bags that MIGHT fit you, darlin'."
Minutes later, I stepped back out onto the patio where Bull patiently waited. All eyes were on me and I felt that tingle of excitement and also my nipples fatten again. I walked up to Bull who stood in a group of guys admiring a huge Harley.
"What do you think?" I cooed, nudging Bull with my huge tits.
"Man, let's get a picture of Miss Jugs!" Bull announced.
Someone grabbed a camera while Bull helped me up onto the big Harley. I sat sidesaddle with a bikers cap, a studded leather jacket, a gray tanktop of Bull's, a tiny leather mini-skirt and thigh-high black boots. Someone tossed me their shades and I posed.
"Damn, that is a sweet lady you got there, Bull." a biker with a huge spider tattoo on his huge muscular arm said as all the men stood near me admiring the new biker chick in their midst.
"Ungh! Oh no!" I cried as I suddenly felt the onslaught of my new condition start yp again. I moaned and rubbed my breasts as they filled again with milk, expanding bigger and bigger in Bull's tanktop.
"Holey Hog Heaven! She's getting bigger!" someone exclaimed.
"Bull, I-I might need a favor from you soon," I said as my enlarging boobs slipped down to the bike seat.
"Uh�anything you want," Bull stuttered as he watched in awe as he watched my breasts swell larger and larger. Dark spots appeared at the points in the tanktop where my huge nipples bulged against. The dark spots grew into plate-sized wet patches.
"I think she's milking!" another biker shouted.
I looked at Bull, blushing. "They're right. I have a particular condition that not only makes my breasts inflate but also fill with vast quantities of milk. Other things happen to me too but nothing totally awful. I was wondering if you could milk me though once my growth stops," I said looking to Bull with big puppy dog eyes and far bigger breasts. "Please, Bull, if you don't find me too offensive in this condition."
"I�" Bull watched my boobs fill out even more, stretching his very large tanktop almost to its limits.
"Don't be stupid, Bull! Do it!" someone yelled out.
Bull stepped up to me and took my hand. "I would be glad to assist you," he said. "But I was wondering also�would you be my lady?"
My boobs growth wobbled to a stop, resting on the bike and between my legs like two huge water balloons. "I'd be honored, Bull. One more thing though�"
Everyone took a breath and grew silent.
"You might want to invest in a BIG side car." I giggled and my huge heavy milk-filled breasts shook like Santa's belly.