Tifa The Slutty Cowgirl

Tifa approaches her Master with a smile on her face. "I finished cleaning the bar, Master. Can I give you a tittyfuck now? Please?"

"In a few minutes, Tifa. I want you to drink this first," he says as he points to a glass on the counter that Tifa hadn't noticed was there until now. She doesn't ask what the drink is and shows no hesitation as she brings the glass to her lips. She quickly swallows the whole glass down her throat. But she's unable to identify the drink through the taste.

"It's not bad. But it's nowhere near as delicious as your cum. Now, can I please-" Tifa stops talking as she feels a tingly sensation in her chest. She looks down just in time to see the top of her maid outfit rip apart as her breasts grow right in front of her eyes. In a few seconds, her breasts doubled in size.

She doesn't know how her tits magically increased in size, nor does she care that her top is completely torn. Tifa loves her newly enhanced breasts. And the first thing she does is grab them. The pleasure she instantly feels from touching her breasts is much greater than all the previous tittyfucks she's given her Master. She nearly cums after squeezing her tits once. But after squeezing them again, she does cum, causing her mind to go completely blank. She doesn't realize that her breasts have released massive amounts of milk until she notices the giant puddle on the floor.

The drink her Master gave her is a new concoction he created yesterday. A few days ago, he saw an image of a woman wearing a slutty cow outfit while searching online. The idea of Tifa releasing milk from her breasts turned him on. So, he created a drink to make his sex **** produce milk. And it was a success. Besides making Tifa produce milk for the rest of her life, the concoction strengthens her back to accommodate her new breasts.

Sure, he could have waited until Tifa reached a certain point in pregnancy for her to produce milk naturally. He has thought about impregnating Tifa a few times before. But he didn't want to have to wait that long. Plus, she would eventually stop producing milk unless he kept impregnating her repeatedly.

Tifa gets hornier as she sees her Master watching her as she squeezes her breasts, causing her to lactate more milk onto the floor. "I'm sorry for lactating so much, Master. My titties won't stop leaking. And I can't stop squeezing my titties. It feels so good. I'll clean the floor again later, Master. I promise." Before he can respond, she quickly says, "Wait! I have an idea!"

She lifts her right breast and puts her nipple inside her mouth. The thoughts running through her mind as she sucks on her breast are, Oh my god! My breastmilk is delicious! It tastes just as good as Master's cum!

"Master. You need to taste my milk. It's delicious," she says, returning to sucking on her nipple immediately afterward.

After grabbing himself a clean glass, Tifa leans forward over the counter. She moans a bit as he squeezes milk out from her left breast into the cup, filling it halfway. As he drinks the white liquid, he's shocked by the taste. The breastmilk tasting this good wasn't one of the effects I added to the concoction. But this does give me an idea. He thinks as he brings out an outfit from underneath the counter. Tifa instantly knows it's for her and quickly puts it on.

"Thank you so much for the new slutty outfit, Master. I love it so much. Now, can I please give you a tittyfuck?"

"Hello, sir. What can I get you?"

"I'll have the glass of milk everyone keeps telling me I need to drink."

Tifa smiles as she grabs a cup behind her and frees her massive breasts from her top. Since this morning, she's been handing customers her breastmilk to drink. She moans as she sprays milk into the glass by squeezing her nipples. She doesn't know how much milk she's released in the past few hours. But she's starting to believe that her breasts can produce an endless supply.

"Here you are, sir," she says as she hands the man a full glass of her milk. After the man takes a small sip, he reaches inside his pocket and gives Tifa a tip before walking away.

After putting her breasts back inside her top, she hears a voice from behind her say, "I see your breastmilk has become very popular."

"Oh, Master," Tifa says as she turns around to face him. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry. I wanted to check to see how you were doing."

"I'm doing fine, Master. Look how many tips I've gotten today." She points to the tip jar filled to the top with cash. Her Master is about to say something, but she stops him by bringing out a few more cups filled with money. "The bar has become very popular since you became the owner, Master. I'm happy working for you and being your sex ****. But can I make one suggestion to make working more enjoyable?"

"Sure. What's your idea?"

"Can I start working without wearing a top? I love the outfit, Master. But it's so annoying having to free my titties whenever someone asks for milk and then covering them up afterward. Plus, I feel like titties this big should be shown and not covered up."

"Hmm... Okay. You can work without wearing a top. I was going to ask you to take your top off anyway. But you still have to wear the cowbell and horns. Now, get on your knees and give me a tittyfuck."

All the people inside the bar ignore the loud moans from the busty bartender. The regulars of the bar have grown accustomed to the noises. And with the new breastmilk being added to the drink menu drawing in new customers, the moans are something they will have to get used to when visiting Seventh Heaven.

A/N: I want to thank Bogglepomp for creating the image used in this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.