Hilda Humper, A Great Role Model For America's Girls, stars in: "Hilda Humper's Delicious 2% Breast Milk"
By Victor C. Nathan
"Owwwww," Hilda Humper groaned in pain as she gently massaged one of her enormous breasts through the deep cup of her extra large bra.
The sassy and bodaciously buxom school teacher grimaced at the intense soreness that made even touching her boobs uncomfortable. Her breasts had expanded beyond their usual outlandish girth and to the sheer size of fucking Goodyear blimps. The amount of milk that they held was quite a lot and much more than a woman with average-sized breasts could have withstood. But thanks to Hilda's triple J cup boom booms, she could hold enough milk in her titties to breastfeed a whole Boy Scout troupe with cookies. Hilda's bosoms were so pressurized and tight that they "just plain fucking hurt like a motherfucker", as she would describe her discomfort blatantly in the same crass sort of way that her potty mouth usually worded her sundry pains.
"Oh, Denny. They hurt, baby," Hilda whined like a child with a skinned knee, her lower lip stuck out in a pout that made her gorgeous face less like that of a white-hot temptress and more like that of a pixie-faced endearing child that needed some attention. Only her language belied this caricature of innocent endearment. "My fucking boobies aren't supposed to hurt like this. I'm used to these motherfuckers feeling good as fuck. Ain't this some horseshit? These fucking milkers look like the blessed fucking Goodyear motherfucking blimp. I'm a fucking wee wee sucker and fucker, not a fucking cow."
Hilda Humper stood in her tiny living room, her pretty golden blonde hair hanging nearly to her shoulders as she stood there, irate as hell. Hilda still looked like a vision of loveliness. She wore only her favorite green bra and a pair of overly tight blue jeans that highlighted the glorious swell of her plump, beautiful, lovely, fantasy-evoking ass. Hilda's boobs jutted out from her, straining each insufficient cup of her brassiere with their cartoonishly exaggerated gargantuan size and weight. A moan now escaped her thick red lips and it was not the moan of pleasure that she normally exhibited as a man greedily enjoyed and kneaded her assets with his haplessly insufficient hands. It was a moan of pain, of pure agony, for her titties were sore and swollen from the excess amount of milk that each one carried within its balloon-sized globe. They ached because they were filled with an overabundance of sweet milk than now swelled them to eye-popping proportions that dwarfed even her usual titanic mass of titflesh.
"Come on, Hilda," Denny said, smiling and reassuringly patting the edge of her big left breast. "Just calm down, lovely lady. This pain won't last long and you will soon have something wonderful to show for all of your discomfort. They'll feel better when we get that bra off and get started with what we need to do. This will be a great opportunity for you and for your financial future. You'll see. It'll give you some relief in both your big titties in the present, and in your pocketbook in the future."
Hilda nodded blankly and saw that though he was trying to be all business, the swell of an erection was rapidly turning the front of Denny's pants into a tent. She knew perfectly well from experience that this had always been the standard male reaction to her prominent and totally popular titanic titties. Miss Humper was just about to unhook her bra and give of herself for a little capital, for the money that she hoped this business opportunity would accrue. For once, actually, for the first time ever, it was not for pleasure.
"Oh, Denny, help me," Hilda whined and cried in her sexy voice that was now strained and racked with painful sensation. "My boobies hurt something fucking awful. I can't take this shit anymore. Oh, fuck!"
Hilda was definitely in a bad way at this very instant.
"Help me get my bra off, you fucker!" Hilda demanded in a rare moment of unabashed simmering frustration and irritated ire. She needed help taking off her big bra, her pain now almost reaching an incapacitating level, and he was all too glad to assist her in the removing of her deep-cupped green encumbrance, this impediment to her mammary liberation. "Hurry the fuck up!"
The happenings that were about to take place were unusual, yet hopefully lucrative. Hilda Humper had a local businessman in her home at the moment, who had been wanting to meet her and her milk-filled mountains. Mr. Denny Fuckerfaster had recently come up with a wild idea that had taken a lot of begging and cajoling to get the cynical Hilda to finally sign on to. It wasn't that Hilda was not a diehard capitalist and didn't like or want to make money. It was just that Mr. Fuckerfaster's idea was so seemingly ludricrous, at least on its face, that it was hard to take seriously. This business conception, this money-making idea, was simple. Denny would extract the milk produced by Hilda's fiercely lactating breasts into some sort of large container. This would take some vigilant milking of her mammie mounds. He would then send the milk to be treated and carefully pasteurized for adult consumption, it now being watery and sweet and needing its flavor to be slightly improved. This would be the easy part. Denny Fuckerfaster was the president of Denny's Dairy, a company that produced milk, ice cream and other dairy products for public purchase and consumption. Each container of Hilda's tittie milk would be emblazoned with the words, "Hilda Humper's Delicious 2% Breast Milk." Underneath that, and in smaller letters, it would read, "Straight from the lush triple J cup mammaries of Miss Hilda Humper. Enjoy the freshness, flavor, vitamins and nutrition taken from the lactating orbs of an icon of beautiful American buxom boobery." Perhaps he would also add a provocative and almost softly pornographic picture of the busty basketball-boobed Humper adorned in nothing but a skimpy bikini top, or if the law would allow it, nothing at all. She could be pictured on the label leaning over, her mammoth breasts dangling invitingly for each consumer to envision as he or she drank, her rosy nipples and huge areola being clearly shown as the source of this delightfully tasty dairy product from Denny's Dairy. Denny expected it to sell well and could envision young men lining up to drink anything that came from the famous, and possibly infamous, Hilda Humper's big bouncy boobs.
"Come on, honey," Denny said sweetly to the peeved and disquieted tart, lovingly unhooking the constraints that held her two fleshy mounds and somehow supported them, pushing and keeping her big twin soldiers carefully in place. "Let's start emptying the reserve, Hilda. You've got a lot built up in there. I can feel it. Your titties will feel a lot better when we get it all out of there."
Mr. Fuckerfaster carefully removed her giant boobs, cautiously and one at a time, bracing and cupping them in his quivering hands, trying to extract them slowly and attempting to prevent them from tumbling heavily and painfully from their green cups. This businessman's shaking hands couldn't begin to contain or come close to encompassing the mass of Hilda Humper's boobies or ensnare them in his tenuous grasp. Their massive girth and weight was truly bigger, heavier and more gloriously bloated than he ever could possibly have imagined, even in his naughtiest dreams and fantasies, of which Hilda was always a part. The blonde teacher's bazooms bounded and bobbed heavily as he released them from his unsteady grip, and they pounded together, the slapping of skin on skin echoing through the room as the voluptuous Humper winced at the discomfort and pain of the present moment. Denny was so turned on at this point that he felt ravenous in his sexual desire for her, mainly for the tits that she bore before him. This capitalist was not just securing a business opportunity. He was enjoying the milk jugs, the milk bottle bazooms of his "cash cow" as he helped her unleash the big bastards on her chest. Denny Fuckerfaster thought that his swollen penis was going to explode right there in his pants as he surveyed her identical J cup deuces and readied them for the milking that was in store for her "girls".
"Owwwwwwwwwww!" Hilda screeched in a bloodcurdling cry of anguish and tortured angst.
"Oh, Kenny, empty me, honey," said Hilda Humper, whining and wailing and then dropping to her hands and knees, her titanic titties flopping and dangling, so engorged and swollen that they were nearly touching the carpeted floor, almost brushing it with their taut flesh. They swung heavily and almost pendulum-like, slapping into each other and colliding, one boobie against another boobie. "Hurry! Fucking hurry, Denny! Come on, you fucking Fuckerfaster! They are killing me! They are fucking hurting like motherfucking shit! Help me, damn it!"
"I am, Hilda," Denny spoke in a soft reassuring voice that was a conjoining of monotony and a measured confidence in his ability to assuage her strain.
Denny positioned a bucket carefully under each one of Hilda's big breasts. Her titties were so large and hung so low to the floor that they were almost entirely in the buckets that he had placed there for them. Denny felt as if he were back on the farm as a child, getting ready to milk a cow at the beginning of a morning of chores. He reached out with his hands and adroitly gripped her fleshy "udders", getting ready to squeeze her rosy red nipples for the sweet substance that now filled her mammaries. In this moment, Denny Fuckerfaster was glad he had gotten into the dairy business like his father. He was real fucking glad.
"Aaaaaaahhh! Aaaaaaaahh, shit!" Hilda cooed loudly, as Denny grabbed her large areolas, his hands full of her tittie flesh, tugging and squeezing.
