My Jugs Flow Huge

Most people have never heard of me. I like it that way. Fighting crime is tough enough without having to maintain a rep. My unique talents don’t lend themselves to being displayed on the big screen. Well maybe in a porno movie. Yeah, like I’m going to sell my life story to some porn producer. Get real.

I always knew I was special. Mainly it was because my Grandmom always told me so as she held me in her lap. “Marcie, she would say, God gives everyone something special, it’s up to each of us to develop that special talent to its fullest.” Grandmom was big on God. Whenever I visited she would make me go to church with her. She was always quoting scripture and stuff. Sorry. I got off the topic there.

I found out what special thing God had given me in the fourth grade. I got breasts. At first they started out as small bumps but they grew. It was cool. I was the envy of all the other girls. They kept getting bigger. That wasn’t so cool. By the time I was a sophomore in high school I had 40D breasts. Talk about your pain in the ass; actually it was more in the back than the ass but you know what I mean. God wasn’t done with me yet, oh no. They started producing milk! There I was in geometry minding my own business, doodling in my notebook. Next thing I know the entire front of my shirt is soaked. Talk about your embarrassment! I ran from the room, not even asking the teachers permission, to the school nurse. She took one look and called my Mama. Mama came and got me and took me to a doctor.

The doctor said I was healthy and just had overdeveloped mammary glands. Duh! He suggested that I express the milk right before I left for school and again when I came home. Now I was a fucking cow! I was pumping out a half gallon of milk at a sitting and soon even expressing before school wasn’t enough to get me through classes. I stated sneaking away at lunchtime to a little used bathroom and milked my breasts into the toilet just to get through the day. It was driving me crazy. My nipples were always leaking. I had to change pads after every class. They were sore all the time. I considered suicide.

Mama saw how depressed I was and took me to a psychiatrist. The psycho mumbo jumbo didn’t help much but he put me in touch with a man that taught people how to use their minds to control their involuntary muscles and stuff. You know like if you thought really hard you could slow your heart beat down, that sort of thing. Anyway he taught me how to turn off the faucet so to speak. That was good, I wasn’t leaking any more, but that damn milk had to go somewhere. My breasts ballooned even more! So while I could keep them from leaking I still needed to get the milk out or they got really swollen and painful. So we worked on a trigger to allow me to rapidly express my milk. My trigger was I had to be stroking my breasts and when I thought the words “My jugs flow huge” the milk would come spurting out.

This was pretty cool, cause I could go to the bathroom like I needed to pee, do my trigger and the milk flowed so rapidly it sounded just like I was peeing. I only had one other problem in high school. I didn’t like boys. Think about it. No boy, or man for that matter, that talked to me in high school talked to my face. The boys were always trying to rub up against me. Some didn’t even try to make it look like an accident. When you have tits my size and they’re full of milk, practically any contact hurts. No I didn’t like boys. The girls didn’t like me. They called me nasty names like slut or cow. I was pretty lonely in high school.

By the time I graduated from high school my tits had grown to 48DD. Yeah, you laugh but you walk around with these puppies and see how you like it. I could shoot a gallon of milk out of each one. For jokes I once measured how far I could shoot. I hit fifty feet once when I had held the milk for as long as I could stand the pain.

I really didn’t decide to be a crime fighter. It just sort of happened. I had gotten a job at Wal-Mart and had just received my first paycheck. I went to the bank after I got off work to cash my check. My breasts were full and I would need to get rid of the milk soon but I figured it wouldn’t take long to get the check cashed. So there I was standing in line, when these two bank robbers run into the bank. One shoots a shot into the ceiling and starts yelling to us to stay back and shut up since people were screaming and stuff. The other goes to the teller and starts stuffing money in a sack. God my breasts hurt. I started rubbing them to try to make the pain go away.

The one holding the gun on us said, “Jesus Christ Butch would you look at the tits on this bitch.” Well the guy stuffing the money in the sack stopped and came over to look.

“Fucking unbelievable,” he said. “Look at her she’s playing with them while we watch.” Tears were streaming down my face now, both from the pain and embarrassment. The one that was called Butch pointed his gun at my head. “Take off your shirt bitch.” I shook my head no. “Take it off or I’ll blow your head off.” I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Look at them bad boys Mitch,” Butch said.

“You think their real?” Mitch asked.

“Who cares,” said Butch as he waved the gun at me. “Take off the bra too,” Butch commanded. I unhooked my bra and my pendulous breasts sprang free. God they hurt.

“Holy goddamned fucking Christ!” Mitch exclaimed.

“Play with them,” Butch ordered. I hefted my mammoth mammaries and moaned at the pain. They felt like they were going to explode. I couldn’t take it anymore I had to relieve the pressure. “My jugs flow huge,” I thought and milk shot straight out of my breasts into the faces of Mitch and Butch. Those two were so shocked they dropped their guns. I was so damned pissed off that when I saw they had dropped their guns I kicked each one of them as hard as I could in the balls. They dropped to the floor, holding their crotches and moaning. It felt good, kicking them in the balls I mean, although getting rid of the milk felt pretty good too.

Well the cops came running in then. They just stood there, their mouths hanging open. I guess it was a pretty unbelievable sight. Two bank robbers lying on the floor, holding their crotches and moaning. Milk everywhere and some women with the biggest tits anyone had ever seen just standing there displaying them to the world. When I realized what most of them were staring at, I blushed and turned my back to them. I retrieved my bra from the floor and managed to get my tits back in it. Then I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head.

Well when the press got wind of the story they dubbed me Marcie the Milkmaid. I kind of liked making those bank robbers pay for their crimes. My psychiatrist tells me that it isn’t healthy to go around showing my tits to men and kicking them in the nuts. But I figure as long as I’m doing it to criminals it can’t be all wrong, can it?