"Drink a macro's milk."
That was the dare, nay, command that was given to you as you browsed the thread on your phone. A seemingly simple quest that is much more than grabbing a carton from the fridge and chugging it down for one simple fact.
Macros were big. A lot bigger than you. Six feet tall is nothing when you only come up to the knees of your neighbor and only up to the ankles of the biggest.
But, as per the rules, you were to drink a macro's milk, with nothing saying how big they had to be. Your best bet was your girlfriend Kelly, a Shiba inu.
She was relatively short at 15 feet tall, a full five feet shorter than her sister and littermate Kasey. Kelly's tits were also pretty big for a macro of her size, about the same as her sister, looking much bigger on her body.
Ditching your phone onto the coffee table before you, you slide over to Kelly's belly. It was one of the best parts of having a macro as a girlfriend, her body was always warm and soft and perfectly cuddly
“Hey babe, I’m getting pretty thirsty,” you say as you start to lay on the cutesy as best you could. “Could I have a drink of milk?”
“Huh? Yeah sure…” she mutters, never really paying attention to anything but the movie she’s watching. Without hesitation, you start to pull up her tank top, her sensitive nipples already hardening from your antics
This is too easy, you thought. Curling up to one of her tits, you take the fat nipple into your mouth and start sucking. Instead of warm creamy milk, however, you got a mouth full of air and a bit of fur. Turns out “big boobs” doesn’t mean what you thought it meant…
Before you had a chance to pull away, Kelly placed one of her massive paws onto your head and held it there as her free hand slipped under your sweatpants and over your boxers. Kelly began to rub your growing erection with her soft, firm pawpads as you continued to suckle. Looking up as much as you could, Kelly wasn’t even paying attention to you.
Kelly slipped down your pants, your cock bouncing out onto your belly as your boxers slide away. Now you were completely lost: you curled up to Kelly, groping her tit on instinct to squeeze out a single drop as the colossal canine worked at your shaft. The pad of her thumb rubbed away at your tip while her fingers held your shaft firmly to her pawpad.
As the movie played, on the desire to cum build up in your balls but Kelly seemed hell-bent on not letting your finish so soon. Every time you felt like you were on the cusp, Kelly pulled away to look at her phone or scratch herself or adjust you. It wasn’t before long you tried to hump at her belly, her soft fur feeling so good.
At this point Kelly decided enough was enough and gripped your cock firmly in her paw. The sudden feeling made you crazy. You began to buck your hips, using her paw as an impromptu sex toy as you sucked even harder on her nipple. In a few seconds, you cream her paw with gusto, a bit of cum oozing out into her fur. Kelly didn’t even mind, licking off her paw as if it were cheese dust. Completely spent, you curled up onto your giant gf’s body as she patted your back.
You didn’t drink any macro milk but maybe this was better…