I slowly walked down the street from the evenings festivities downtown Buffalo. There was the annual downtown celebration that had included food and music and a very huge crowd. I had my fair share of the festivities especially the crowd. The crowd was torture and only for two reasons… It had started four days ago, though my 200-inch boobs hanging off my little ribcage had been nothing new to me the sudden adage of milk had taken me off guard. I hadn't known what had triggered my huge breasts to start lactating nor could my doctor figure it out. Not wanting to have this condition added to my weird growth condition, I had tried everything to reduce my bosoms. Milking myself helped relieve a little of the fullness but they filled right back up. Unfortunately I started to enjoy the sensation of milking myself and the whole thing became more play than work. After nothing seemed to work I just gave up and gave in. I figured maybe I was supposed to be this big and this full for a while and went with it. It wasn't such a pain. I liked being enormous. I liked the sensation of big full breasts bouncing and jiggling in my top, bopping against my tummy, skimming across the floor every time I tried to crawl on hands and knees. It all wasn't a horrible thing at all. Walking down the street after the festival, I realized two reasons why I felt sort of distressed about my current condition. One reason was that I wasn't used to the stares I was getting from people. I had never been real self-conscious until my breasts had gained their current size so now it seemed so weird to have big BIG heavy hangers bobbling and swaying for all to see. The other reason was seeing all the couples walking about. I felt alone. I felt alone and people were staring then trying not to stare, kind of ignoring me because I was very big busted. I mean, how many women have 200-inch busts? Heck, I was well beyond Zena Fulsom's and Tina Small's league now…maybe permanently! I felt like no one wanted a gigantic breasted milk-laden girl. I walked down the street, huge breasts swaying in my cardigan. It was kind of a cool night and even my industrial strength brassiere could not keep the chill out. (By the way, I was lucky in regards to having my custom-made expandable bras. Even chubbed out at 200 inches my boulder holders contained me FAIRLY well.) My nipples, also puffed out with my new condition like miniature cow teats, were making very prominent (and sexy if I do say so myself) points at the end of my swaying boobies. As I stood at a corner waiting (DO NOT EVEN THINK IT!!!) to cross the street, a loud growl rose from behind me. It grew louder and louder, making the ground quake, making my huge heavy breasts shake, as it neared. My shaking tits, causing such a stir within my loins that I felt faint, massaged my nipples pressed taut against the material of my bra cups. I felt simply ready to scream in orgasmic delight. I turned my attention to the noise right as a herd of grumbling, growling, roaring Harley's pulled up to the light. Helmets and heads turned my way and eyes shielded behind riding goggles looked upon my quivering and huge nippled jugs. I smiled at the cycle riders, giving them an innocent little wave. Two of the bikes had leather-clad women on board and the staring male drivers got a quick cuff to the cranium. The light changed and the gang of cyclists exploded into the intersection. I watched each massive bike with its equally burly massive rider dash through the light. The last bike rumbled passed, a HUGE biker straddling the big bike glanced at me as he went by. I saw brake lights as he got across the intersection and he pulled to the curb on the opposite side of the street. "Kewl!" I said to myself as I started across the street. The pedestrian crosswalk light began to blink, signaling it was soon to change and unsafe to step out into traffic. I picked up the pace a bit and hurriedly trotted the remainder of the way. This action made my tremendous breasts bounce like crazy and sent a buzz to my nether regions that almost made me stumble. I made my way to the other side of the street and stepped up to the big biker. "Hi there," I said leaning close to the big guy. From where I stood on the curb and where he sat on his big bike, my huge breasts were right at his eye level. I had heard bikers and seen several that were fairly rough looking. The guy before me only sported a shaved head and a clean shaven face. He wasn't bad looking considering he had a rather large gut pushing out against his leather vest. I nonchalantly sniffed the air around him. I had heard bikers were a smelly lot. He didn't smell at all, in fact, he smelled quite good…like Drakkar I thought. "Hello, little lady…er…hello, miss. What is your name?" he asked politely though his eyes were glued to my large lungs. "Helia," I answered feeling my nipples swell even more with him staring. They ached for attention of the nursing kind. "Helia, huh? Well, you've got a helluva rack there, Helia." He smiled. Gosh, and his teeth were white and clean also. Kewl. "You wanna party, Helia?" "Sure. Where are you going?" I asked. "Down the street to our hang-out. It is a little bar…" "Dominos?" I interrupted him. I knew the bars pretty well in town. I knew Dominos was a biker bar though I had never ventured into the place. "Well…yeah! Been there?" he asked as he slid up a bit on his seat. The seat was built for two but he was so big he took up half of the passenger seat. He scooted up as much as he could as I lifted my leg and slipped onto the seat behind the big guy. He tried to scoot up further as my huge breasts squished against his back. My boobs ballooned out on the sides, almost beyond the point of his broad sides. "Nope, but I've been by there," I said as I secured myself by wrapping my arms around what I could of the big guy. I pressed my boobs against him, hoping he could feel my fat hard nipples digging into his back. "Damn, girl! Can I have you be my permanent back rest?" the biker said as he gunned the engine and we were off. Not only did he not hear my response but he didn't hear my cry of orgasmic pleasure as the rubble of the big bike vibrated my bottom. I loved wearing tight pants…and the thong undies probably assisted things also. We arrived at Dominos after a five minute ride (five minutes of pure pleasure for me). I found out my biker friend's name was Bull. He belonged to a cycle gang called the Hard Riders though I didn't ask him exactly what that meant nor pertained to. He helped me off his bike, never taking his eyes off my giant jiggling breasts and we proceeded into the bar. "Holey smokes, Bull! Where'd you find Mother Jugs?" one of the bikers called out as we entered the drinking establishment. It was smoky in the place and it made me cough causing my huge milk-heavy boobs to do a dance for all of them. "It isn't Mother Jugs, it is Miss Jugs. And don't you forget it!" I giggled placing my hands on my enormous boobs and pushing them together causing my sweater to bulge out even moreso. Bull introduced me to everyone and we proceeded in getting some beer. I told him the smoke was annoying me so he took me out through the back, through a room full of pool players and people rocking to a jukebox, out back where an open air patio was located. There was another area of cycle parking back here and several big Harley's sat with riders telling their tales of road adventures. A natural barrier of hilly lawns and green plants surrounded the parking lot. I was surprised and incorrect by expecting a dirty pit of hot smelly bikers and a dingy party place. "Who's the Miss Clean-Cut Priss on your arm, Bull?" one of the Harley women said as we stepped out onto the patio. She was dressed in leathers and a gray t-shirt with a big Harley emblem on it. I turned to Bull as we moved out into the parking lot. "Bull, I look out of place. Is there any way I can fit in here? Maybe get some clothing or something?" Bull looked at my huge breasts. "Umm…I have some stuff in my saddle bags that MIGHT fit you, darlin'." Minutes later, I stepped back out onto the patio where Bull patiently waited. All eyes were on me and I felt that tingle of excitement and also my nipples fatten again. I walked up to Bull who stood in a group of guys admiring a huge Harley. "What do you think?" I cooed, nudging Bull with my huge tits. "Man, let's get a picture of Miss Jugs!" Bull announced. Someone grabbed a camera while Bull helped me up onto the big Harley. I sat sidesaddle with a bikers cap, a studded leather jacket, a gray tanktop of Bull's, a tiny leather mini-skirt and thigh-high black boots. I had taken off my bra letting my enormous jugs be free. Someone tossed me their shades and I posed. "Damn, that is a sweet lady you got there, Bull." a biker with a huge spider tattoo on his huge muscular arm said as all the men stood near me admiring the new biker chick in their midst. "Ungh! Oh no!" I cried as I suddenly felt the onslaught of my new condition start up again. I moaned and rubbed my breasts, feeling them fill with milk, expanding bigger and bigger in Bull's tanktop. "Holey Hog Heaven! She's getting bigger!" someone exclaimed. "Bull, I-I might need a favor from you soon," I said as my enlarging boobs slipped down to the bike seat. "Uh…anything you want," Bull stuttered as he watched in awe as he watched my breasts swell larger and larger. Dark spots appeared at the points in the tanktop where my huge nipples bulged against. The dark spots grew into plate-sized wet patches. "I think she's milking!" another biker shouted. I looked at Bull, blushing. "They're right. I have a particular condition that not only makes my breasts inflate but also fill with vast quantities of milk. Other things happen to me too but nothing totally awful. I was wondering if you could milk me once my growth stops," I said looking to Bull with big puppy dog eyes and far bigger breasts. "Please, Bull, if you don't find me too offensive in this condition." "I…" Bull watched my boobs fill out even more, stretching his very large tanktop almost to its limits. "Don't be stupid, Bull! Do it!" someone yelled out. Bull stepped up to me and took my hand. "I would be glad to assist you," he said. "But I was wondering also…would you be my lady?" My boobs growth wobbled to a stop, resting on the bike and between my legs like two huge water balloons. "I'd be honored, Bull. One more thing though…" Everyone took a breath and grew silent. "You might want to invest in a BIG side car." I giggled and my huge heavy milk-filled breasts shook like Santa's belly. # Bull, another guy named Crazy Micky, and I stepped out of a backroom back into the bar. Bull and Micky had milk droplets hanging off their chins. Micky, who had a head of frizzy dark hair, even had droplets dripping from his head. "Well, looks like you all had fun," the biker chick who had spoken to me earlier said as she saw us step out into the bar proper. "Especially you, Miss Jugs. Wipe off your chin." I blushed and wiped off a gob of sticky cum off my lower lip. "My name is Beaut but you can call me Aunt Bea. We should come up with a good name for you, sister," Bea said as Bull and Micky headed to the bar. Bull gave a nod towards the bar, a gesture asking me if I wanted a beer, and I gave him a little nod and a smile back. "Hmmm, the guys couldn't get your jugs milked down?" Bea asked looking down at my thrust out top. I was still wearing Bull's Harley tanktop. The shoulder straps looked ready to tear free. "No. I don't understand what is happening to me. They relieved some of the pressure but my breasts are still enormous. They stayed bigger!" I said rubbing my giant boobs. "We'll call you Miss Milk Jugs," Bea said with a chuckle. Bea climbed up onto a nearby pool table and hollered out. "Hey, everyone! Gather round! I want to introduce a new member of the Hard Riders!" The gang of bikers started to crowd around the table and Bea coaxed me up to stand beside her on the pool table. "Everyone, this is Bull's new lady. Her name is Miss Milk Jugs for…well…obvious reasons." "Hi everyone," I said giving a little wave to the crowd and blsuhing. "Honey, show them those big whoppers," Bea said as she reached down and yanked up the tanktop. The crowd roared as my giant jugs flopped out. She took my tits and pushed them together and two geysers of milk blasted from my fat red huge nipples. The crowd roared again being doused with breast milk. "No please…stop," I said in a small voice as Bea continued to hose down the crowd, squeezing my fat breasts. "Alright, Beaut, that's enough," Bull said stepping through the crowd with a couple beers in his right hand. The big man parted the crowd like a huge wedge. He held out his free hand and I pushed Bea's hands away and stepped down from the pool table. I pulled the tanktop back down over my giant hooters. "Bull, let's get out of here. I think I've had enough of this place and crowd for one evening," I said as Bull ushered me towards the front of the bar. "Sure baby," he said guzzling the two beers by himself. For a big guy he could hold his booze well. I was more drunk than him and I only had two beers compared to his five or six. He assured me he wasn't too drunk to ride. We rode away from the bar after talking with a few of his friends that had just arrived. Though the guys had been talking together all eyes had been on my huge set of jugs. I told Bull I didn't live far. We ended up driving to a scenic overlook outside Buffalo. It had been a favorite parking spot and make-out point for teens. We parked and I sat on his seat as he stood before me. We made out for several minutes, me getting so turned on I began leaking big time. I felt my boobs tingle again and we stopped kissing to watch my enormous jugs swell up even larger. "So you don't think I'm a freak?" I asked Bull as he massaged my growing melons with his big hands. "No. Heck, you're beautiful…and your big jugs are great too," he said licking his lips. He had a huge tent in his pants. "But your gang thinks I'm a freak," I said sadly, more sadly as my boobs ballooned outward larger and larger and larger. "No, they all like you. Heck, you were the life of the place tonight. As long as they know you're my lady they will be fine," Bull said as he lifted the tanktop and grasped one of my bloating boobs in his big hands that seemed awfully small compared to the size of the tit he was holding. I smiled, not only from the sensation I started to get from him sucking on my fat nipples but also from the fact that I realized things might work out after all. It didn't matter about my size or my condition. I could still be part of a group, still be someone attractive to someone, and still meet people who would like me the way I was. Gosh, what a happy ending. END