Udderly Powerless

A Short Story

“You’re staring,” The woman at the dog park easily had the biggest tits he’d ever seen in person, and they were probably bigger than 87% of the tits he’d seen on the internet. They were just packed into her tank top and they gave her a MILFy curvy figure on steroids. “Sometimes people don’t realize it. They can kind of zone out watching them, so I like to remind people when I can.”

Blue eyes, long, curly reddish brown hair that was loose, pierced ears with a few piercings each, a hoop ring in the left nostril of her button nose, and bright smile rounded out her face, but it was so hard to get past her tits.

They were just there, and there was so much of them. They didn’t look fake either, they looked… just massive… utterly fucking massive.

“You don’t have a dog.” It was all he could think to say, because she didn’t.

“No, I’m supposed to meet my friend here to take care of her dog for a week, but she’s late. What’s your excuse.”

He didn’t have a dog either.

“I have my lunch here some days, when it’s nice. This side of the fence is safe for eating.” He said it with a smile and waved to the chain link divide between where he was sitting… and staring at the friendly woman’s massive tits… and the dog park part of the park.

“So you’re not an unemployed weirdo sitting outside a dog park on a weekday,” she sat down next to him, “that’s a good start. What do you do?”

He shrugged and smiled then poked his thumb over at the office park down the street, “Middle management, how about you?”  

“A little bit of this and that,” she brushed her hair off her neck, “I’m in between… oh hold on.”

She took her phone out of her bag. He’d missed the bag because he’d missed most everything that wasn’t jutting out from her torso. He could hear an indistinct voice on the other end of the call after she said, “Hello.”

It wasn’t a very long call, and he hadn’t meant to fixate on her breasts but really, they were an incredible sight. It wasn’t that he was a boob guy, or more of a boob guy than average, it was that, well… they were so big they were a novel sight, and she was so warm and so friendly that it seemed to radiate from those incredible tits.

“Sorry about that,” he’d been staring, kind of because as she’d had her short call, she’d also been just kind of brushing her hand down her chest. “But you’re not, you’re staring again, more than before. You need to be careful or you won’t be able to stop. That also happens sometimes.”

She moved her hand, almost like she was pointing him back towards her face, “Hi, I’m Mona.”

“Hi Mona,” had she just pointed back down towards her tits? “I’m Cecil. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she was back to being square with him. “That was my friend telling me I don’t need to watch her dog. And honestly, it’s kind of a relief. But really, Cecil, I wasn’t joking about staring at my tits. Some people really can’t stop once they start doing it. They get so fascinated by them, because they’re really fascinating and just plain huge, and they can’t look away. It’s like, the longer they stare, the longer they need to keep staring, and the harder they try and look away, the more fascinating my tits become. And I know it’s weird, but you can see what I mean right? You can see how it would happen with these big heavy things, can’t you, Cecil?”

He was staring at her breasts again, and they were rather captivating. “I uh, I guess I could see how that could happen.”

“I know, it’s silly, right? I mean we’re strangers sitting here on your lunch break talking, and I’m telling you about my huge tits, really, because you are staring at them, which is fine, I mean, you can relax, I am just warning you that you might not be able to stop staring soon, and it is ridiculous, but they are ridiculously big… and fascinating, aren’t they?”

He was weirdly put on the spot, and weirdly he could make up his mind if he should stop staring at them and make eye contact with her or pretend that he wasn’t staring and not do anything, or just try and play it cool.

“It’s alright,” she gave just the slightest shimmy causing her massive tits to move in a very compelling sway, “we both know this is silly and ridiculous, and you don’t have to pretend it’s not, and you don’t have to pretend you’re not staring at them. You don’t even have to answer if you don’t want to. Sometimes people get so ridiculously captivated that they just kind of zone out while they stare… it’s like everything else fades away at the edges, doesn’t it…”

This was silly and ridiculous, and even though he didn’t really mean to, he did nod a little in agreement with her, especially since despite himself, when she said he didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t staring, it really did take a load off his mind.

“It can happen kind of quickly, too,” she seemed to see him relax into and shift to be a little closer to him. He briefly saw her soft smile before he went back to staring at her massive breasts. “You can see them, then not realize you’re staring, and then you can just sit there wondering why you can’t look away, just as easily as 1, 2, 3. And it’s funny, because I can see it happening sometimes, I can watch someone’s gaze drift down to my breasts, and I can watch them sort of physically settle and relax a little, and then find themselves staring deep into my cleavage, kind of like getting lost in a good book or watching TV. And it really does just happen on its own, so you really should be careful about staring at them because you could end up staring at them for a long time, couldn’t you?”

“Yeah,” it was weird, he really was having a hard time finding a reason or the will power, or something to look up from her deep cleavage, and the soft, massive, creamy soft fullness of her breasts. “Um… yeah…”

He wasn’t really sure exactly what she’d just said, something about staring at her tits for a while, and he could see himself doing that. He was doing it already, but not really too on purpose. Of course he wanted to look at them, they were huge, but he really was trying to look back up at her face, or trying not to just keep staring down and them.  

“And you’re not trying to just sort of stare at them while the world quiets down and everything else seems so far away… You’re not trying to just keep staring down at them… down at my ridiculously captivating… fascinating breasts… down deep in my cleavage or anything… while the sounds of the world around us just drift away… So far away compared to my big tits that are so ridiculously captivating that it just feels impossible, physically impossible to look away now… But you don’t want to stop staring, do you?”

He was having a hard time figuring out if he should say yes, or no, or even really knowing what he was trying to answer. “Uh… no?”

“It’s okay,” she put her hand on one of her tits, “I just want to warn you about my ridiculous tits and how ridiculously fascinating they are. And can I tell you something else I think is ridiculous too, people have started calling them mommy milkers, so right now, you’re just staring at my big, fat, mommy milkers, but hearing me say that isn’t changing anything, is it? It’s almost like hearing that just makes them even more captivating for some reason… like you like my big, fat, heavy mommy milkers, don’t you Cecil? You like staring at them now, and you don’t really know why… other than the fact they’re just so big, so big and captivating.”

He was smiling a little thinking about ‘mommy milkers’ and he also realized he had become very still as he sort of hung on the gentle warmth of her voice.

“And I bet you want to see them naked, don’t you?” That question kind of jarred him out of the peaceful state he’d found himself in, or maybe it was the way she asked, teasing, proding, her voice just a little louder. “I mean, just because you’re really staring at at and it’s just what guys think about right? Were you thinking about what they look like naked? Out of a bra? Just kind of there, big and heavy and necessarily floppy?”

Strangely, he was kind of thinking about this stranger’s naked, heavy, floppy tits, and that really wasn’t the kind of guy he was. But before he could say anything, she started talking again, and word by word her voice got softer, lower, sweeter, and gentler.

“I think one of the reasons people can't stop staring at them is the reason they’re so big. I have a condition that makes me lactate. It means that these really are, big, fat, heavy mommy milkers. They’re so big because they’re, well… it’s what I just said. And sometimes I tell people this, not everyone obviously, but sometimes I tell someone I think I will be polite about it, or as polite as they can be when they’re just staring at my mommy milkers, and I always think that will be what gets them to stop, or think about it… but it just seems to make you more fascinated… more captivated, doesn’t it? And it’s so silly and so ridiculous to sit there like that, staring at my mommy milkers, but you can’t seem to stop it now… and you don’t know why you’d even want to, because they’re so big… and soft… and calming… you’re just relaxing into it now… staring… sinking… letting go… imagining them naked…”

Cecil’s jaw was loose and his shoulders were slumped a little and he couldn’t get the thought of what those big, heavy mommy milkers would look like naked out of his head any more than he could pull his eyes away from them. The fact they were, according to her, swollen up with milk… which was really he whole point of breasts… really just made them more fascinating too. He couldn’t really find the word for it or the notion of it, but her enormous tits were novel and the more she kept talking about them, the more novel and compelling they became.

“And if we had some privacy I’d let you see them. I’d let you look at me topless if you wanted to. It’s not a big deal for me, even though my mommy milkers are just becoming more and more of a big deal for you now, aren’t they Cecil? I’d say you don’t have to explain it to yourself, but you’re having a hard time thinking of anything else now, aren’t you… just staring at Mona’s big fat mommy milkers… obsessing over seeing them naked… sitting so still and feeling so relaxed… staring at these huge, creamy mommy milkers… so fascinating… so captivating, and so confusing, but that’s okay because you don’t have to think… unless you;re thinking about me with my top off… and it’s funny isn’t it, how it feels like it’s harder to think than it is to speak, and it doesn’t matter if that makes sense or not, because nothing really makes sense anymore… You’re just sitting here on a bench, on your lunch, talking to a stranger, and completely unable to look away from her ridiculous breasts… ridiculously big and captivating, and when you realize it’s ridiculous, you can realize how real my warnings were, and how really captivated you are, right Cecil?”

Anyone passing by would have likely given her a double take, or a quadruple take, but they wouldn’t have noticed him sitting there with her, eyes starting to flutter, jaw still loose and shoulders slumped even more, hanging on her every word, barely able to sit upright. They wouldn’t notice him, they would only notice her ridiculously big tits. And it was ridiculous that Cecil wasn’t able to stop himself from staring, and he couldn’t quite put the order of operations together between conceptualizing language and thought and then verbally communicating to Mona because any time he tried to put a thought together the imagined image of her mommy milkers smothered his thoughts.

They were so big and full and swollen, and they looked so warm and so soft, and she probably had big nipples too… and even the veins on her breasts were fascinating and captivating… and he laughed a little as the idea of the word ridiculous… the concept of the situation he was in… just sort of came and went, disappearing into her cleavage.

“I’d love to let you see them next, but I need to warn you, Cecil, this is important.” The way she said his name made whatever escaped her lips, whatever he only partially consciously understood, all that much more important.

”Some people find that my tits are so captivating and so overwhelming that they start losing track of time, which make sense because time is a concept, and thinking can get so hard right now, so much harder to think right now, and then the harder it gets to think, the easier it gets to just answer questions automatically, or repeat things you’re told, and it’s funny, because you can forget what you’re asked, and remember that anything you repeat is just your idea. And it’s just that simple, and just that easy, because you’re not paying attention to anything else now, just my thinking about how much you want to see my big, naked mommy milkers, just utterly captivated and fascinated by my them, right here in a public park. And if you take a long lunch today, no one will miss you, will they?”

“No.” Time was suddenly too complicated, and the concept of limitations and durations of space and events were all outside of his reach now since his mind was buried in her cleavage and it felt so easy to just give that answer. It was nice too, because it felt like what she wanted to hear.

“That’s good, because I live pretty close to here and we could go to my place and I could show you them, you’d just have to know that seeing them naked will really make time disappear, and it will also probably really make it too hard to think, okay?”

He kind of nodded and wondered if the fact they were so swollen would make them stand up more or if gravity would just have more to pull on, and it was all he could think about, so much so that words just came and went as he stared and day dreamed.

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re agreeing even if you don’t understand things. And you have your work ID and your laptop with you right now, don’t you? I mean it looks like you do, I just don’t want you to get in trouble if we spend a really long time together." She was speaking so softly and gently and her tits were moving just as softly and gently while his eyelids felt like they were getting heavier and heavier.

“Yes,” he blinked and slumped down into the bench, “yeah…” He was going to say more but it was so hard to order things and so easy to just agree.

“And that’s good, because you’re feeling so sleepy now, aren’t you? So sleepy, like a tired sleepy baby, staring at my nice big mommy milkers aren’t you?” Her words wrapped around him, and being called a sleepy baby by a stranger whose tits he couldn’t stop staring at would have seemed wrong, or bad, or creepy, if it didn’t feel so true.

He nodded his tired, sleepy head and said “Yes” before the feeling of her words really moved through him.

“It’s okay, all booby babies like you are powerless when they see big mommy milkers like these, aren’t they? It’s just what booby babies do, they just sort of go blank and get nice and docile, and nice and sleepy, and they just stare at my great big mommy milkers and do what they’re told, don’t they Cecil?”

He nodded again and made a little “Uh-huh” sound.

“Good boy, that’s exactly right, it’s because you’re utterly powerless to resist these huge, heavy mommy milkers… utterly powerless to resist these massive udders…” she laughed a little and he just stared, too docile and overwhelmed to appreciate the word play. ”And you’re going to follow me now, to somewhere private where we can be alone and I can let you see them naked, because that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to see them naked… and you will, and you might even get to do something else you want to do really badly more little booby baby, but only if you just let your mind go totally blank until you hear me say the words…”