Excerpt from Accidental Hucow:
You know how I said earlier that drinking too much can lead to you getting into some embarrassing situations. Well that’s kind of what happened to me. In fact, embarrassing doesn’t quite fully describe it. When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. It seemed as though it could have been hours, but I could tell by the groaning and moaning of ecstasy nearby that the fun was still happening in the house that wasn’t mine.
Then I became aware of what I was wearing. Or rather, what I wasn’t wearing. I was more or less completely naked. My breasts were out on display, and my thongs and heels were the only things I was still wearing. My heels though were encased in what looked like plastic hooves. My wrists were shackled behind me. And between my teeth was a rubber bar, that seemed to be strapped around my head. The bar was already slick with my saliva.
Eyes wide, I saw the door open. A man, overweight and middle-aged, with a hairy chest, wearing just a pair of shorts walked in. He attached a lead to the bar in my mouth and pulled. At the same time as I tottered forward, he slapped me on the ass, and I squealed into my rubber bar.
Progress was slow. I looked down, partly to make sure I didn’t slip, but also so I couldn’t see the men and women in the room leering at me, but I couldn’t avoid hearing the whistles and cheers.
I was led into an empty stall about halfway down the room. He pushed me up against the bar, which was cold against my stomach, and pushed my head down. I yelped but couldn’t make myself heard as I bent forwards, my breasts pushed by the bar but hanging heavily forwards. I felt my ankles being unchained and then rechained, with my legs spread. Then he did the same with my wrists, fastening them to the bars so that I was spread-eagled.
I felt so helpless and I whimpered as he walked around in front of me. He picked up two long suction cups that were attached to clear plastic tubes. At the same time, he flicked a switch on a black box that they were attached to and the pumps in the tubes began to fluctuate.
I squirmed and squealed and wriggled but I couldn’t pull free and then at one breast then the other I felt the sharp nagging tug of the pumps as they clamped onto me. I squealed but it made no difference. Instantly, my breasts felt sore and heavy. There was a tingling, and a pulling sensation that sent tingles of fire through my whole body. And then, with horror, as I looked down to see my breasts, heavy and huge and swollen, already glistening with sweat, I felt a trickling wet sensation at my nipples and I watched the first drops of my breast milk begin to trickle down the tube. I cried out and shook my body, but although my huge breasts swayed it was hopeless. I couldn’t shake the tubes off. And as I watched my milk begin to flow white down the tube, I felt my thong being pulled aside.
