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by Fiona Thompson


  My mouth parts and I groaned. “God, please.”

  I didn’t think I could fall back to sleep. My arms fell to the side and laid at my side spread eagle. I just hoped morning would come soon.

  Chapter Four

  I could barely believe how big my breasts had gotten. They were as full as rocks, my breasts were unmoving, glorious mounds of flesh and blood so full of milk that I could barely stand the pain, but something about it was making me so horny.

  When my stable door opened I was terrified, but relieved when I heard Mark blow out a low whistle. “Look at this cow, James. She is pumped up!”

  “Holy what a cow you’ve bagged us, brother! Let’s sample her milk and see what grade she should be.”

  I didn’t say anything as they tugged on my leash, I just followed them, crawling the best I could to the back of the barn. Until I saw the contraption they planned on rigging me

  There were restraints hanging from the ceiling and leg restraints on the floor. A machine, I guess it was a machine, made of two large metal cones hooked up to giant bottles by plastic tubes. That’s how they were going to milk me.

  I was terrified, my heart pounded, and tears ran down my face and they acted like they couldn’t see my pain. My fear. All they did was pull me over and strap me in so my legs were separated and my arms were spread above my head in a V shape, lifting my plumped up breasts off my chest. I felt like a science experiment gone wrong.

  Mark stood in front of me, staring at me like I was a slab of meat. He chewed on his lip as he studied me, his hands running along my breasts. His palms were warm as they cupped my breasts, is thumb flicking across my nipple.

  I cringed from the pain and moaned with the pleasure.

  “Shit, brother,” James said. “She’s ripe.”

  “Ripe as all get out.” Mark laughed, running his tongue along his lip. “How about we sample this milk so we know how to grade the bitch?”

  I swallowed hard. Both of them went down on bended knee in front of me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was anywhere but here as both of them took a breast in their mouth. It was warm, erotic as they began to suck. I could feel something tingling in my breasts. Then a small amount of pressure was relieved.

  My head fell backwards and I moaned, but they stopped too soon and the pressure came back in an instant.

  “Shit,” Mark said and wiped his mouth. “That’s the highest grade stuff we have.”

  James smiled at me, running his hand along my ass before he gave it a slap. “You’re gonna make us a lot of money before we decide it’s time to breed you.”

  I swallowed hard and said nothing, remembering the rules. They wheeled the machine over and attached a metal cone to each of my breasts. My eyes locked with Mark’s as he studied me. He went over to the wall and pushed a green button.

  And my world changed.

  The device hummed and the metal cones began to contract against my breasts. It was so tight, I thought I might explode, but then it released slowly, just as I thought I couldn’t take the pressure anymore.

  Over and over again this happened, until the speed and tempo picked up. I could feel the milk flowing from me and I could hear it running into the plastic jugs. I had always been a breast girl. I loved to have them played with. And this was the ultimate toy. Bringing me so much pleasure, my breath became rushed and my heart galloped so fast that my head rocked backwards.

  My mouth open, I groaned, moaning so loud. My hips rocked back and forth. I wished someone, something could take me. Sex was all I could think about. I imagined what it would be like, to have this machine pumping milk out of me while someone pumped me full with giant cock.

  God, it would be incredible. So incredible the fantasy that I orgasmed just thinking about it and having my breasts milked. My body trembled and my limbs spasmed.

  Sweat dripped down my forehead as I took a long slow breath.

  The machine was turned off when my breasts were empty. They felt like deflated balloons, but I hoped soon they would be plump with milk again if only so I could be milked.

  Mark and James were staring at me as I opened my eyes. They were disbelief and shock on their faces, their arms slack at their side. Except for Mark, one of his hands was down his pants. I guess I wasn’t the only one turned on.

  Once I was unhooked, Mark took me by the leash and led me outside. I was the first. Sun was just coming up and I was brought over to the oats that changed my life, my body. I wasn’t sure if to be thankful, or if I should hate them.

  Mark ran his hand along my back, my skin tingled,, as I reached down and took a full mouth of oats. God, I was so hungry. I didn’t care that I ate like an animal.

  Mark tugged on my braid and whispered in my ear. “Tonight, Cow. I’ll come to you and I’m going to stuff you so full, you’re gonna think your hips are gonna crack open.”

  I grinned as I ate and said nothing. I hoped that was true.

  Chapter Five

  By midnight my breasts were swollen, nearly full again, and the pain was back. But then so was the pleasure, so I couldn’t complain. In my stable I was so hot, I couldn’t wait to be stuffed. I couldn’t keep my hips still; I humped the edge of my food trough. I was getting wet and slippery. I couldn’t barely wait.

  The stables around me weren’t silent. I could hear the other woman groaning and a few deep intakes of breath. I wasn’t the only one who was horny. Everyone was. Something about the process of oats and milking, God it was like heaven.

  It was crazy to love this, but I did.

  Suddenly I wasn’t alone. As someone took my hips with warm hands, I was startled.

  “Don’t speak,” Mark whispered against my ear, my braid in his hand. I could feel him coiling it around his hand, yanking my head back.

  I groaned as his lips met my neck. My eyes fluttered closed. I wanted nothing more than to orgasm.

  His legs separated mine further. I pushed my lower back down jetting my ass out toward him. A moment later Mark was doing it. Forcing his cock in through my pussy from the rear.

  It felt so good, I snuffed out my nose and moaned with my mouth. The faster he thrusted into me, the harder he tugged on my braid. I nearly yelped from the pain, but the pleasure made me forget it all.

  His dick was long, and wide. He was right about being stuffed. It was like being split in two.

  “Faster,” I whispered without realizing I wasn’t supposed to speak. To teach me a lesson he bit down on my neck. I grimaced and wanted to call out in pain, but he clamped a hand over my mouth keep me from screaming.

  I couldn’t breathe either. I became panicked, unable to draw breath when suddenly I became so excited, my body trembled, orgasming as hard as I had ever before. His hand released me and I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling with each new breath.

  Mark pulled out and my pussy dripped with semen. “Rest now, cow.” He whispered and zipped up. “I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

  ****

  In the morning when I woke up, I was sore and swollen. But not just my breasts.

  My belly was plump too.

  I gasped, my hoof fluttered to it and I tried to caress it. Mark, the bastard, knocked me up. And now I looked to be about six months along. I had a baby belly larger than I should have and inside me, something fluttered.

  Burning hot pain radiated in my belly. I laid my head back on the hay and groaned, feeling the skin of my abdomen stretching.

  Chapter Six

  It wasn’t long ago that I was a stripper. It wasn’t much of a life, but it was the only one that I had. But after cheating on my boyfriend and thrown out on my ass, let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of prospects.

  When a man offered me a job on a farm, I jumped for the opportunity. But I should have asked more questions. I shouldn’t have trusted him so easily.

  Because now I am a human cow, being fed hormones that make my breasts swell unnaturally large with milk. And I am pumped regularly with a machine that doesn’t just extrac
t milk, it makes me incredibly horny. So horny that one of the farm’s managers couldn’t resist taking me from the rear. The sex was so incredible.

  And the next morning, I was knocked up. But not just knocked up like a normal person. I looked to be six months pregnant. Whatever it was they were feeding me accelerated how much milk I would produce and it also sped up human pregnancy.

  Less than thirty-six hours after Mark and I had sex, my body is swelling like I am in my third trimester. I don’t know what is going to happen to me, my baby, but I still have over two months left on my contract with the farm. The milking I can handle, but the pregnancy stuff? It’s what nightmares are made of.

  In the morning when Mark discovered me, I was crying on the floor of my stable into the leather hoofs that they forced me to wear. They were padlocked on my wrists so I couldn’t get them off.

  “Amy.” He said softly, calmly. His hand was warm against my shoulder as he rolled me back so he could see me. When he saw my blossoming middle, he didn’t say anything or even looked surprised. He just put his hand on my belly and rubbed it.

  My skin tingled and goose bumps rose on my flesh. I closed my eyes and moaned. It felt so good that for a few moments I forgot all about the baby and why I was there. All I could feel was the swelling of my clit and had the desire for a sweet orgasm.

  But it wasn’t to be. Mark grabbed me by my leash and dragged me out of the stable. I thought he was going to milk me, but I was wrong. We left the barn and he took me into the pastures across from where the milking cows laid.

  I knew where I was. I was where the breeding cows spent their days waiting to give birth or get knocked up. It looked like I was upgraded.

  I laid on the dew soaked grass until Mark filled the trough with the special oats and then I ate. I took big mouthfuls of the stuff. It tasted sweet and I knew it would make my body produce even more milk.

  Hopefully they would milk me before the pain got too bad. But Mark didn’t say anything to me. He just left.

  That was nearly half a day ago.

  Now it was nearly sunset and I hadn’t seen any of the farm hands since Mark dropped me off. Other pregnant cows had found me and while we didn’t speak, they laid with me in the grass. When it became cool, we huddled together.

  Some of the ladies appeared to be near full term, their bellies large and glistening as we laid in the grass. Their breasts were the largest I had ever seen. Almost like half watermelons, resting beside them. You could see their colored veins and I knew their breasts had to be throbbing with pain because mine were, and I wasn’t even as big as they were yet.

  One of the woman was gorgeous with long blond hair, but her eyes were tired. I wondered who she had been before she became a breeding cow. How long had she been here? She looked younger than me. Didn’t anyone miss her? Surely someone missed such a beautiful person. A boyfriend. A mother?

  Her swollen pregnant belly was the largest I had ever seen, and she was carrying extremely low. She was laying on her side, allowing her overextended balloon stomach to rest on the grass. As we laid together, I could see her stomach jet out from the kicks from the child. The woman kept her eyes closed and moaned ever so often.

  I wanted to ask her a question. I wanted to find out about her, how long she had been pregnant, but I didn’t have time.

  Mark and his brother James were coming. I could see their shadows against the backdrop of the setting sun.

  I ducked my head down and didn’t look up when James whistled. “Dear brother, look what you did to her. Just last night, you’re sure?”

  “I had my cock stuffed inside of her, of course I’m sure.”

  James put his hands roughly on my belly and forced my body to reposition. “Damn, she looked seven months gone already.”

  “I told you she’d be perfect for the program.” Mark said and his words crushed my heart.

  “Well bag her and tag her then. Once the calf is born we’ll make sure the stud knocks her up again. Keep the gravy train rolling, little brother.” James laughed, slapped Mark on the back and left.

  Mark bent down over me and stroked my cheek, but I refused to look at me. “Have it your way, Amy.” Mark whispered. He slapped me hard across the face and just when I thought the worst was over he used a device to pierce my ear.

  I gasped loud and tears filled my eyes as he hooked some small tag on my earlobe.

  “Grade A milk. You’re the best milker we’ve brought on this farm since Janet.” He smiled at the blond woman with the overextended stomach. Mark reached down and grabbed her belly like he owned it, causing Janet to howl in pain.

  “With luck, she’ll pop tonight. You’ll get to witness what your future is gonna hold, Amy.” He winked at me and I snorted with disgust.

  But I didn’t say anything.

  Janet licked her lips when Mark left and it looked like she might be getting ready to speak. I looked around to make sure we were really alone. “It’s safe. He’s gone.” I said.

  “He’s right about me going into labor tonight. Already the babies have dropped and I’m having contractions. But I’m an old pro.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “My fifth time with the stud. They say I make real pretty babies.”

  My mouth was dry and I couldn’t speak. “Babies?” Pretty sure my voice cracked.

  Her eyes closed and she moaned, her legs separating. I could see her pussy was real swollen and juicy. Part of me thought…I had never done anything lesbian before, but she was beautiful. And I was so horny.

  “The stud is real good at producing multiple births. That’s why he’s the stud, right?” Janet laughed. “Beautiful, multiple, and large babies. Just look at me, I look like some sort of freak show, don’t I? It’s okay to admit it.”

  “Don’t say that. You’re absolutely beautiful.” I said it to make her feel better and because it was the truth.

  Her blue eyes twinkled. “Thank you for saying that. Could you do me a favor?”

  I nodded. At that moment as I watched her belly expand out with her child’s kicks, I thought I’d do anything for her.

  “My pussy is so achy and itchy. I can’t reach it any more, even if I could reach it I couldn’t rub it with these leather hoofs on my wrists. If you could do it for me, I’d be so grateful.”

  I swallowed hard. “But….my hands.”

  “Use your nose. Or your…mouth. If you’re comfortable. I wouldn’t ask you, but this situation isn’t normal is it? And I know what you’re going through. Soon you’ll understand what I’m going through. Shouldn’t we be there for each other? As woman?”

  I nodded, but inside my belly was fraught with nerves. Looking at her red, swollen vagina, I had to admit I was enticed. Even though I wasn’t that close to her, I could smell her juices and it was lovely. If I thought I was horny before, I was wrong. Being next to this beautiful pregnant woman was turning me on more than ever before.

  I crawled over between her legs. Her knees fell outward to make room for me and it was warm, hot like a sauna between them. At first tenderly I used my nose to rub against her pussy. Janet moaned and rolled onto her back, repositioning herself so I would have an easier time. Her feet pushed into the moist grass, her knees spread wide, and her pussy began to do the same. The lips pulling away from each other with deep strands of juice clinging to them.

  I didn’t even think of what happened next as I blew a kiss onto it and then I dug in deep, usin my nose and tongue to penetrate her. Janet sucked in her breath, her hands gripping blades of grass h hard enough to tug them out of the Earth. I took a deep breath, enjoying her scent as it grew stronger, the more turned on she became.

  My tongue swirled inside her clit and I listened to her growing breath. I glanced up and watched her struggling for breath, her monsterous breasts rising and following quickly as she approached orgasm. I wished I could see her face, but since I couldn’t, I closed my eyes and used my tongue quickly, with percession, swirling over her clit until it was the size of a golf ball.

 
; Janet’s breath was so labored, I knew orgasm wasn’t far off. When it happened, I pulled back to see her face. It was so beautiful, so blistful, I crawled over to her and kissed her. Warmly, her mouth accepted my tongue and we both moaned. I used my hoofs to push her hair away from her face and I stared at her in awe, she was so beautiful.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned happily. “Thank you, Amy. That was better than I could have hoped for. I promise, one day I’ll return the favor.” She groaned again. “But not tonight.”

  I didn’t know what she meant, but I looked over and saw a giant puddle of water growing beneath her ass. It looked like the orgasm was strong enough, it had triggered labor.

  Chapter Seven

  Janet labored all day alone and into the night. Mark put me in a stall in the birthing barnhouse and I wasn’t able to sleep a wink. Her screams, her groaning and crying out for help, kept me awake all night.

  But there was nothing I could do. I was locked in my stall and I had my own problems to deal with.

  My breasts were burning and surging with fresh milk and were stretched so far now to carry a fresh supply that they ached my back. They were getting closer to Janet’s size. Monsterous like melons. My nipples were stretched so far from my body, I could feel my skin pulling. And they glistened wet with milk.

  If that had been all that was wrong with me, I would have been lucky. But now I was so pregnant, I could barely move. I laid on my side with my giant baby bump on the hay beside me. The constant movement of my baby kept me awake even when Janet’s shrill screams of pain subsided.

  I was so hungry, I ate every half hour or so even though I knew what they fed me was keeping my breasts and baby growing. But would could I do? This is what I signed up for. My baby needed to live.

 

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