Yes, and Emma doesn't hold back.

The car rolled into a wealthy neighborhood, the kind with perfectly mowed lawns, three story houses, and driveways lined with luxury cars, and Jess’s place was no exception. Her parents must have been totally rich to afford such a huge place. It was like something out of a movie, with a perfect bed of flowers surrounding a fountain in the front yard. Emma pulled into the driveway, the old silver car looking almost comically out of place parked next to a shiny BMW. She cut the engine and turned to you, her face more serious than usual. "Follow me, Slut, and don’t do anything stupid. I mean it. Keep your mouth shut and your dick in check."

You nodded, though it was hard not to moan as you lifted yourself off the dildo again. Your skirt barely hid your still throbbing cock as you stepped out. The late morning air brushed against your legs, and you adjusted your crop top nervously, feeling uncomfortable in this upscale neighborhood. Emma strolled up to the front door and rang the doorbell, her fingers absentmindedly twiddling behind her back as she waited for someone to answer.

The door swung open, revealing Jess's mom, a tall woman in her forties with perfectly styled red hair and a tight designer pantsuit that advertised just how rich she was. She smiled warmly at Emma but gave you a puzzled, slightly judgmental look, her eyes lingering on your glittery "Bitch Boy" crop top and tiny skirt. "Um, hello Miss... are you one of Jessica's friends?" she said, her voice dripping with a fake politeness. "And… who’s this?" She gestured vaguely at you.

Emma spoke quickly, not missing a beat. "This is my brother. Don’t mind him. And, yeah, I guess you could call me that. We’re here to see her. It's really important." Her voice was almost authoritative, leaving no room for argument. Jess’s mom blinked, caught off guard. "Well, I suppose if it's that important-" but before she could respond, Emma leaned against the doorframe slightly, muttering under her breath. "Actually, it'd probably be best if she wasn't here..." She seemed to think to herself for a moment. "Aren’t you running late for your job? You are the buttplug tester at The Fetish Factory, right? I think my Mom mentioned that you work as a test dummy with my Dad. You should probably get going."

Jess’s mom’s face froze, glancing down at her watch, suddenly frantic. "Oh my God, you’re right! I’m late! I… I have to go!" She grabbed her purse from a table by the door, her heels clicking furiously as she hurried out to the BMW, not even looking back. Now that you realized, she was sort of walking with a bit of a waddle, and you could definitely see something poking out from her ass.

You watched as she sped off, before Emma grabbed your hand and dragged you into the house with her. "Come on, Slut. Let’s move." She marched inside, as you scrambled to keep up, your skirt swishing as you stepped into the pristine foyer. The house was all marble floors and chandeliers, the kind of place that made you feel like you’d break something just by breathing too hard.

You followed Emma up a grand staircase. She moved with a purposeful step, like she knew the layout of the place by heart. You stopped at the end of a large hall, a single door standing between you and Jess' room. Without knocking, Emma pushed the door open. It was huge with various pink walls covered in posters of pop stars, a vanity mirror overflowing with makeup, and a massive bed with a mess of pillows on it. Jess was laying on the bed, scrolling on her phone, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Her freckled face was actually pretty cute, and she wore comfy looking clothes that were slightly revealing, but nowhere near your clothes.

Jess looked up, startled, her green eyes narrowing on the two of you. "U-um, what are you guys doing in my room...?" Her voice was smooth, but there was a flicker of unease in her expression. "D-d... Do I know you two...?" She eyed you, growing confused at your obscene outfit. Emma strutted in without a care in the world. "Oh, Jess. You don’t remember me? Let me jog your memory." She leaned forward against the bed, sitting on the edge of it. "My name is Emma. You used to make my life hell in eighth grade."

Jess's eyes widened in recognition as she sat up in her bed. "Oh my gosh, I totally remember you. You were that scrawny little girl who was always sitting in the back of class." You stood behind Emma, not wanting to involve yourself in case Emma had any ideas for you. Emma's face seemed to falter a bit, the anger she was holding in clearly showing as she gritted her teeth for just a moment.

"Yeah, I guess so... You made all the boys think I was some bitch who didn't deserve the time of day. And they listened to you... just because you had bigger tits than me." You looked towards Jess, seeing that her chest was pretty large. It must've been at least a D-cup, which was kind of a lot compared to Emma's nearly flat chest. "But you know what? I know the real reason you always chose to target me. It wasn't because you thought bad of me... no.. It was because you were jealous."

Jess scoffed "What are you talking about? I was never jealous of you! Why would I be? It's not like you've got anything I would want." Emma was growing visibly more upset as Jess nearly began to laugh, but she took a deep breath, keeping her composure. "Actually, that's exactly why you were jealous." Emma's voice was filled with malice.

"Because you hated your boobs. You always thought they were annoying. and you were jealous because my chest was nice and small." Jess's cheeks suddenly grew visibly red and her eyes darted away nervously, like she was trying to hide her thoughts. But Emma kept going. "Ever since puberty started, your tits swelled like balloons. They just kept on growing..."

Returning your view to Jess, it was hard to argue against Emma's claim. Jess's chest was straining against her clothes, threatening to break loose. "And by tenth grade, your tits were both bigger than your head! They were so huge you had to quit the track and field team. You tried asking your parents about it, and they finally told you why they kept growing... because you had been born part cow!"

You noticed as Jess adjusted her position on the bed, her breasts seemed to make an odd sloshing sound, her top growing stained as her nipples seemed to be leaking. "You hated your big, fat cow tits, didn’t you? You were so pissed that I had a smaller chest that you tried to turn the guys in class against me. You couldn’t stand it... but the truth was, they never really cared about you. Because in reality, you have the most boring, tasteless, undesirable personality on earth. They never saw you as anything more than a pair of jugs to play with.

Jess was visibly trembling with anger, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Sh-shut up, you bitch! You don't know anything about me! I-It's not my fault that I was born with these big stupid udders!" She said whimpering as she held a hand on her chest. You watched her hand sink into her tit-flesh, milk pouring from her completely uncovered nipples. After all, almost no clothing could cover up tits that big!

Emma laughed, stepping closer. "Oh, I know much more than you think... I know you have to milk them at least twice a day or they grow even bigger. I know that when you're horny, you can't stop mooing until you cum... I know that your first boyfriend got addicted to you breastfeeding him, and that you still get calls from him to this day." Emma grabbed onto Jess's swollen areolas giving them a rough squeeze as milk sprayed onto her bed sheets. "That’s for every time you called me flat-chested, you fucking cow."

Jess stumbled back, her eyes brimming with tears. "Stop it! What are you doing to me?!" She looked at you, ****. "You! Do something! She’s crazy!" You froze, glancing at Emma, who shot you an odd look, before grinning even wider. "Don’t even think about asking my brother for help" she hissed at Jess. "In fact, he's here to help ME."

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. "You see, my brother's got a similar problem as you... he was also born part animal." Emma spoke, breathing heavy with excitement. "W-wh... What kind of animal?" Jess stammered.

"Isn't it obvious?" She said pointing towards me. "He's got the cock of a bull! Not to mention the stamina..." Your face went completely red, as you attempted to cover your junk with your hands. Ever since puberty, your cock had been growing non-stop. It finally slowed down around last month, but it still hung down to your knees when soft, thick as a soda can.

Emma turned back to Jess, her grin wicked. "You’re gonna learn what it’s like to be truly humiliated, Jess. And my brother here? He’s gonna fuck your tits until he's satisfied." She laughed, still squeezing the seemingly endless supply of milk from Jess. Her chest heaved, her breaths shallow as tears poured from her eyes. Your cock twitched, slowly hardening. It was at least a foot or so long, and it was so hard to deal with. You were actually quite excited that Emma was letting you off easy here.

“Emma, p-please,” Jess whimpered, her voice breaking. "I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for everything!" Emma paused for a moment, pretending to consider it. "Sorry? Hmm. Not good enough. Let’s see how sorry you are after you swallow my brother's fifth load." You turned away slightly, your face burning, but Emma grabbed your arm, pulling you up in front of Jess. "Be grateful, Slut. I'm finally going to let you cum your brains out like you've always wanted!"

As you stood there, your nervousness quickly began to dissolve into excitement, as Emma held Jess down, ordering you to start titfucking her.