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Dustwallow Marsh was a dank and eerie place in eastern Kalimdor. It was anyone's guess how a goblin outpost had survived this long there, but it had, and was equipped with the best, and only tavern in the area. Given it's location, there were rarely many patrons there, but the small, green men insisted on maintaining the place, if only to add a touch of class to the otherwise dreary quagmire.

On this evening the place was heaving, with two whole customers! The barman was quick to serve the best rum the bar was stocked with, and the customers-in-question, a tauren and pandaren, were sitting at a large wooden table in the centre of the room. Both men were particularly-large, built with powerful muscles, but also burdened with massive guts, likely from too much drinking. More uniquely though, both men were gifted with simply gigantic breasts, both colossal sets resting on the table. What didn't help was that the tauren only wore a tattered piece of brown cloth that narrowly hung over them, and the pandaren wore a black vest that was far too small for one as generously-endowed as he, the tremendous melons ready burst out in an instant.

"'ere were are gents!," the middle-aged proprietor pushed another tray of drinks onto their table, making sure to get an eyeful of their oversized chests in the process, "That'll be another sixteen silver, jus' head on up to the bar to pay when yer done," he'd gave a sweeping bow before plodding back to clean some glasses.

The pandaren hastily grabbed a mug and gulped down it's entire contents in a few moments, well, most of it's contents, a good few drops ended up spilling down onto those behemoth breasts, soaking through parts of his vest. The tauren smirked and took a cup himself, drinking it down more slowly.

"Calm down Jin, no one's going to steal your drink," the bull chuckled softly as he drank, the pandaren scoffing.

"I know that very well, Krark, but these goblins have made such a delectable brew, and I intend to have my fill," he nodded firmly and got himself another, downing it with just as much gusto.

It was then that the tavern's doors were thrown open, an immense figure standing in the doorway for a moment, before storming inside. It was an ogre, a hulking one at that. His skin was a deep browny-greenish colour, and he wore nothing more than a loincloth to cover himself, which of course did nothing to hide his own monumental assets. As he walked the boulders he carried at chest-level shook violently from side to side, filling the room with noise as they smacked against each other. The goblin behind the counter gulped, not sure how to deal with an ogre of all things in his bar, especially one who looked like he could squash him with his chest alone.

The lumbering brute soon reached the pair's table, grabbing one of their drinks before parking himself down on a seat, his gargantuan jugs crashing through the rest of the drinks on the tray, causing a substantial amount of rum to now cover those hills of flesh. The pair didn't know how to react at first, while they didn't appreciate having their drinks stolen/destroyed, the fact that there was a pair of frankly-mammoth breasts dripping with rum right in front of them was making thinking a bit more difficult.

"I...eh...what brings an ogre like yourself here?," Jin asked, his courteousness finally kicking in.

The ogre polished off the rum before tossing the glass away, now staring at the busty-pandaren, "Targ here to drink, silly bear-thing. Targ not expect to find someone like Targ though," he stared down at those clothed breasts, then over to Krark's, smirking widely.

"No, it's quite rare to find other men with...these, yours are certainly...big," the tauren commented, eyeing over the ogre's titanic tits, taking note of Targ's lack of cover, and not minding in the slightest.

"Heh, 'course, Targ's got biggest breasts in swamp, men always love Targ", he flashed a wide grin as he got to his feet, "Maybe you two want to play with them?"

The two other men looked to each other, both grinning; they nodded before picking themselves up and rounding the table, now standing before Targ and staring at those mountainous globes of his. They each suddenly felt a huge hand grab the back of their heads, as the ogre force them forwards, their faces mashing against the firm flesh of Targ's giant rack and the tauren and pandaren now draped over the much larger male's great gut. They didn't need any convincing though, as they both happily began suckling on the giant's thick teats, Targ letting out a loud groan. "Ngh, yeah, suck 'em good!"

The large hands would slide lower, quickly working at tearing off what little clothing they had over their top-halves; the moment both men's tits were released, the ogre began fondling them roughly, long moans echoing from Krark and Jin, vibrating through those gigantic breasts.

"Mmmh, Targ 'bout to blow, let's see how much milk you make," and only a few seconds later Targ's huge nipples would began gushing with his deluge of milk, it cascading down their throats. In mere moments they were hooked, the taste was indescribable, it was sweet, almost fruity, rich, creamy, the single most delicious thing either men had tasted, and they wanted more, they sucked harder, bit down on those nipples, squeezed the mammoth breasts they were on to tease out more, which Targ happily obliged them with.

"Mmmph!", the tauren was the first to go, his hefty mounds unloading their bovine cream all over the ogre's hands. After raising his fingers to his lips to get a taste, he was right back to manhandling the furred melons roughly, Krark rewarding him by more fierce sucks. Jin wasn't too far off now, and his nipples soon gushed with his milk, the floor getting soaked in a mixture of all three men's copious amounts of dairy, all the while the goblin barkeep was watching avidly, stroking a noticeable bulge in his pants.

"You two good at sucking, other ogres back at camp not good at all," Targ was murring deeply, the other men only now noticing the ogre's monumental manhood throbbing rapidly as it rested against his vast stomach, both reaching down to help pump it, though Krark was unable to stop himself from stroking over that massive belly every now and then too.

"Keep that up and Targ's gonna...gonna...," by now all three men were panting heavily, their milk flowing by the bucketful and their cocks all freed and leaking precum as if it were on tap. The goblin craned his head forward, resting on the bar so he'd have the perfect view of what he knew was about to come!

"Guuuuuuuuuh!". And sure enough it came! All three in fact, in unison. Their heavy ropes of cum shot high into the air, some reaching the ceiling, the rest raining down to splatter over them and joining the few inches of milk and preseed flooding the tavern, the goblin giving a dumb grin as Krark and Jin finally pulled off Targ's nubs, only to be pelted with the jets still erupting from them. Eventually the three would start to come down from their high, but Jin was quick to return to his suckling, more gently now, even that short break was enough to let him know he was addicted to Targ's milk, pausing every now and then to plant kisses on various parts of that massive breast that created such a phenomenal liquid. Krark watched him for a moment before finding himself unable to resist latching back on either.

"Hah, you two really like Targ's milk, huh? Well, how 'bout you come live with Targ in Brackenwall, Targ got nice house and you two can suck on Targ's tits all you want, Targ always making milk," he gave a another large grin, though this one was a bit softer, almost a smile. The two men at his teats didn't speak, just nodding as they frantically drank. The ogre patted the backs of their heads as he awkwardly turned and headed out with the addicted brutes, the barkeep watching them leave, a wide smirk on his lips until something suddenly dawned on him. "Oi! You's guys didn't pay! Quit suckin' those tits and fork over my money!", he practically leapt over the counter and darted out the doors after the trio.