Maggie flipped through her magazine while keeping an eye on monitor three. A couple of college kids were loitering a bit too long beside the lingerie shop. The other monitors all portrayed various scenes from around the shopping center. Husbands waited idly in uncomfortable chairs while their wives tried on various outfits to elicit false compliments from sales people. The majority of traffic centered around the food plaza where young professionals from the nearby office buildings all congregated for quick, unhealthy lunches. Maggie always found herself judging them a bit more harshly than she should as she ate her salad and went hungry for greasy fried foods.
She didn't mind her job. It gave her time out of the house, away from her mother. The monitors let her watch other people, peek into their lives for a moment. Though she didn't admit it to herself, she occasionally liked to fantasize about spending the day with the odd persons who crossed her monitors. Some of the lunch crowd was so regular that she felt like she knew them, even going so far as to learn their names from the occasional name tag.
One young woman in particular, Patricia, who worked in one of the center's shops became a favorite of Maggie. Patricia was everything Maggie wasn't. Thin and attractive with dark luxurious hair and deep round eyes. Men would go to her kiosk just to drool over her. Some would even go as far as buying the odd little trinkets she sold just so they could have an excuse to talk to her. Maggie had three.
She didn't think that Patricia knew who she was. She only visited the kiosk while in plain clothes. Outside of her mall cop uniform, she didn't believe herself to be the kind of person anyone would notice, especially someone like Patricia. The one thing that gave Maggie an ember of hope was that Patricia never gave the male customers any more attention than required to make a sale.
A knock at the door drew Maggie's attention out of her magazine. She checked the time. 12:17. The next shift didn't start until four. No one ever knocked on her door before a shift change, not even the other security. Figuring a parent or lost child had somehow wandered to the wrong security area, she tossed her magazine on the desk and went to open the door.
"Hi there, sweetie," said Tiff.
Dumbfounded, Maggie watched the woman push past her and into the room. She had never seen a more amazing creature in her entire life, not even Patricia. Tall and buxom, Tiff wore a skimpy cop uniform that would be more at home on a stripper. Her breasts strained against the buttons, threatening to burst out at any moment. A short black skirt barely covered her ass, and any bending would be out of the question due to how tightly it clung to her body. Nevertheless, as Tiff leaned over the desk and gazed at the monitors, she treated Maggie treated to the sight of naked pussy lips peaking from under the garment.
"Who are you?" Maggie stammered out. The unexpected presence of the divine creature made her self conscious as she looked around her workstation. The magazine cover bore a scattering of exclamatory statements about losing weight and getting the perfect body, while empty diet soda cans covered the desk and a wilted, half-eaten salad sat in the nearby wastebasket. "You're not supposed to be back here."
Tiff turned her attention to the pathetic woman trying to muster the courage to stand up to her. "I'm not? But you've spent so many hours wishing for me." Maggie's brow furrowed. "Maggie? Right?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Our mistress knows many, many things. We know about you. We know that deep down, you've always been the little deviant. You're the kind of girl who always wanted to know what it feels like to have your hot, aching dick slip into that juicy little snatch. All those hours writing fiction, desperate for the feel of anything, but maddened for the thought of having your own cock to stroke. We know all your dirty secrets, and we've come to make your wishes come true."
Maggie edged backwards in horror. "What the fuck are you talking about?" She went towards the phone, but Tiff cut her off. The intruder moved with surprising speed. Maggie fumbled for the mace she wore on her uniform belt.
"You're not going to use that," Tiff said. "Why would you when I am here to give you everything you desired? I can make you young and beautiful and give you a big thick cock you can stick in any hot little cunt you can find. I suppose you'll need some proof."
A very pleasant smell filled the room. Maggie couldn't quite place her finger on it, but it summoned up the vague memory of strawberries and cream. The aroma filled her head and made her sleepy, but the woman in front of her kept her rapt attention. Tiff arched her shoulders back, pulling the tenuous threads of her buttons to their limit. Finally, the center one popped and only two remained to hold back her jugs.
Maggie felt a stirring in herself. She wanted to see the brilliant pair of tits swinging free. Tiff smiled at the other woman's excitement, sensing the rising heartbeat of her prey. "Now, Mags, we know a few things about you and a few things about this building, but there's one thing we don't know. That's why we need you. Oh, goodness, I'm about to come out of my top. It's the heat, you know. No matter how I dress, I just get so hot when I go out." Tiff rubbed her hand across her bare cleavage, fingers grazing the top of her tits. She grunted, and her boobs seemed to swell, the titflesh almost oozing over the confining shirt.
Maggie's mouth watered. She'd never been with a woman before, but she'd spent the whole of her life imagining it - the feel of another woman's flesh pressing against her own. Different titties to feel and play with, to suck on.
Tiff continued, "This shopping center has a neat little feature. Everyone was so scared of the bad guys that they built a cage around cages. Each shop has its own security gate and system, but the exterior doors all have separate gates that are centrally wired to this control room. In all of that careful planning, no one stopped to wonder what would happen if the bad guys got locked in with everyone else. Are you paying attention Mags?" Tiff slipped her finger underneath the top button of her shirt. She inched closer to Maggie as she talked, amused at the stupefied woman's inability to resist. "Do you think I should take my top off? My breasts are so full and heavy, it feels so good to just let them out."
With a flick of her hand, the top button snapped free, and her tits tumbled out into view. A rush of heat took over Maggie's body. A deep red trickle oozed from Tiff's nipples as the woman hefted her massive tits in her hands. "That's soooooo much better. The just get so heavy with milk sometimes. I really need someone to take some of the pressure off. Mags?" She stood inches away from the dumbstruck security guard. "Do you want to suck on my titties?"
Maggie groaned, "Ohhhh god yesss..." as she leaned into the pair of breasts and latched on to a nipple. She sucked hard, and a warm stream of sweet tasting fluid filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked again as the warmth spread outward from her core.
"That's a good girl," Tiff cooed as she stroked Maggie's hair. "The first taste is always free." With a firm push, she separated the guard from her swollen tit with a loud "SMOCK". "Do you want more?"
Maggie could only mumble incoherently, the feeling of the milk coursed throughout her body making her pussy wet, and her breasts tingle. She ran her hand inside her own shirt and began to massage her breasts. The only advantage of being overweight was her big breasts, but they drooped and sagged, far from the pert and perfect teardrop orbs like Tiff's. She wanted to be like this goddess. She wanted more of the milk to splash over her tongue and fill up her stomach. "Mmmm...yes I want moooreee...pleaseee..."
Tiff smiled. "Those gates require an authorization code to turn on. Tell me the code, and I'll show you the big surprise!"
Maggie's senses came back to her. A big breasted woman stood topless in front of her as she stroked her own nipples. She had drank milk from this harpy like it was some kind of drug, and now this criminal wanted the access code to the perimeter gates. Maggie understood what was happening, but her body had no desire to stop it. She summoned up images of all the people she'd come to know through her monitors. All of them would be trapped inside with this...thing, and whatever it wanted of them. "I can't do that to them," she said to herself.
From somewhere in her mind a very melodious voice sang to her, "...you can have Patricia first..."
"967AT2" she said in a daze.
Tiff took a second to memorize the number. "Very good, Mags. Now you get the special treat. Your first taste of heaven." Tiff reached behind herself and tugged on the zipper of her skirt. The fabric peeled open slowly, and she pushed it down her hips. Maggie watched with desperate curiosity as her new mistress undressed, mesmerized by the shaking breasts and hips. It took her a moment to comprehend what she saw when the skirt dropped to the floor. She went to her knees in subservience before the glorious creature, and her mind tried to wrap around the sight. A cock hung half rigid from Tiff's body, and it was growing. Maggie saw the familiar curve and fold of the woman's pussy, slightly dewy with arousal, but the dick was expanding rapidly, growing twice the size of any normal cock. Maggie's mouth watered again. "If you thought my milk tasted good, wait till I dump cum down your throat. Come here and suck, I promise you'll enjoy it."