Dairy Farm: Act I
Sharon at the Dairy Farm
Act I: The New Hire
Episode 1: Unemployed (written by anonymous)
Sharon had been unemployed for months, in fact, no point sugar coating it, she’d been unemployed for well over a year.
With the economy the way it was finding a new position was a bear, as it seemed like hundreds of perfectly qualified individual applied for each and every role; so as time went on Sharon threw her net wider and wider applying for jobs that she wasn’t so much qualified for, but rather going for anything that she wasn’t actively UNQUALIFIED for as the priority shifted from finding something in her field to getting ANY kind of job just to have some money coming in...
Just then, her phone rang. "Sharon? This is Michelle, from the agency. I have a few offers you might be interested in."
Finally! Sharon thought. It'd been so long since she heard from the agency, she was starting to lose hope. She tossed away the sleazy ads she was circling - hopefully the agency would offer her something with a little more dignity.
***
Sharon was beginning to regret tossing away those ads. She could have gotten a higher-paying job flipping burgers at the mall than with most of these agency offers. She'd asked them to send her resume to anything she wasn't unqualified for, true, but there were limits.
After a good amount of filtering, Sharon eventually narrowed it down to a small selection. They all stood out as being surprisingly high-paying, outclassing the other offers by a couple orders of magnitude. She wasn't exactly considering an extended career in them, but a paycheck like this would really free her up for the foreseeable future. She just had to choose one.
She saw an add for Mackenzie Dairy Farm. Oh, this old chestnut. Sharon rolled her eyes - it was starting to get tiresome. By now, she'd had enough experience with this sort of thing to realise that the harder she fought against it, the more her efforts would be twisted against her. She sighed as she signed up for an interview.
***
Episode 2: Milk Maid (partially written by anonymous)
Sharon stormed into the room, heading straight for the over-endowed secretary. She didn't even blink at the fact that her gigantic breasts were about the size of beachballs, resting heavily on the desk, nor at the fact that they were connected to some kind of milking machine, each massive tit jiggling and wobbling about as it spurted thick creamy milk into a milking cup. She slammed her resume down with enough force to startle the secretary out of her milking-induced haze.
"Alright, I get the picture. I've ridden this rodeo enough times. This is some kind of human dairy-type deal, and signing up is going to turn me into a busty, milky cow-slut. You know what? Fine. It's three square meals a day, and a roof over my head. I'm taking the path of least resistance here. Turn me into a mindless cow with tits so big I can barely walk, whatever. Just skip ahead to the bit where you show me to my stall, okay?" She paused in her tirade to take a breath.
The secretary blinked at her, then said: "What? You think we'd pay *you* to be a dairy cow? Ha! Our cows are paying us for the privilege, and based on the fact you're here for a job I doubt you can afford it!"
Sharon was puzzled... while still theme appropriate, this isn't what she was expecting. She frowned, "Is this a trick? I mean you seem to be, excuse me, superhumanly endowed and lactating..."
The secretary smiled thinly. "These are a perk. I put it my time here and bought into the endowment plan. It comes out of my pay, but I think of it as an investment since pretty soon my production will have paid off the initial treatments. After that, pure profit." The secretary leaned in as much as she could with her massive breasts and smiled like a predator. "Plus it feels *heavenly*."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm just trying to decide when I can justify paying for the next round of enhancements. Udders are where the real money is..."
Sharon shuddered. "You're crazy!"
"Crazy like a cow!" The secretary smiled. "Moo!"
"Ugh, so if I'm not here to be a cowgirl, what job am I even interviewing for?"
"Let me see... it looks like you are here to interview for the position of milkmaid."
"Milkmaid?"
"Well someone has to milk our girls, feed them, wash them, take them to see their bulls, you know help keep the farm running smoothly."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"Well, with a competitive base pay, food and housing included, and..." The secretary arched her back and gave her breasts a wave like wiggle "generous benefit options, I'd say it sounds pretty good! Just, uh, be careful not to do what our less applicant did..."
*BUZZZZZZZZZ*
The secretary started. "Oh! That's the boss: time to go in. Don't want to keep 'em waiting and make a bad first impression! Good luck!"
***
Episode 3: The Interview
Sharon walked into the office and was confronted by a handsome young man dressed in a well cut suit. She admired his handsome features, thick brown hair, and large, warm brown eyes. He clearly worked out... and he had bull horns and cows ears growing from his head. Her perspective boss was a minotaur.
"Hi, you must be Sharon!" He said warmly as he stood. Sharon's eyes grew wide as she saw the size of the bulge in the front of the man's pants. He noticed her noticing and smiled impishly. "Haha, I see you've noticed that I've uh, taken one of the firms enhancement packages. I'm Tauros by the way."
"Tauros?" Sharon asked skeptically.
"We think it's fun to take on cow-names after we've started "down the path" as it were." He laughed. "I used to be Greg." He straightened his tie and gestured for Sharon to sit. "So you are interested in being our Milkmaid?"
"I guess so. I really just need a job, and at this point I'm willing to put up with some..." Sharon gestured an expanding bust line "... stuff to work."
"I think you are mistaken, Sharon, this isn't that kind of place. Well, unless you want it to be, and even then, only after you've earned some seniority. This is strictly a job. Kind of a combination dairy farmer and live-in nurse situation. It's unconventional, but all above board, I assure you."
"Okay. So what is the deal here? I mean your secretary is a milk machine and you seem to be a business bull. Clearly you are running some sort of cow-transformation racket."
Tauros laughed. "It's exactly that: our main business is transforming rich weirdos into cow people."
Sharon arched an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Seriously! For whatever reason there in a market for rich people, mostly women, transforming into cow people and living a life of leisurely milking, fucking, and eating. We run a farm for them so they can live out their cattle fantasy, and we sell their milk to offset the cost of their feed and upkeep and because vegan's will pay quite a lot for real cheese produced without the use of true animals. It's a boutique business, but once you have a self-sustaining herd of cows, it basically pays for itself."
Sharon frowned. "That doesn't sound like it's worth the trouble..."
Tauros smiled and spread his hands. "Well, the real business are the transformations. We charge a huge amount of money for each treatment. And most women want several... the sensations are quite addictive. So the main part of the business is recruiting prospective women, getting them to buy in, and then facilitating their new lifestyle. The dairy is mostly a side business. A kind of mandatory one to keep the cows happy."
Sharon sighed. This sounded less upsetting than she was expecting. "So what would I be doing?"
"You would be a milkmaid. Ideally we have three on staff at anytime, and you are interviewing for the third position. Two milkmaids work are always working, while the third has time off. You each work 20 day stretches, with 10 day breaks in between. The two working alternate being on call in the nights. Your other milkmaids will help get you up to speed when you get there."
"Okay? And what would I be doing?"
"Well, as I just said the other milkmaids will help train you. But basically you'll be the farmer for our herd. The cows need to be milked at least twice a day and you'll be responsible for hooking them up, milking them, and collecting the milk. You'll also be responsible for feeding the cows, taking care of their basic daily needs, and just generally cowsitting. You'll also be responsible for matchmaking the cows with the bulls for the conjugal visits. And sometimes you'll be helping Dr. Daisy when she shows up to administer treatments or perform some veterinary services."
"That sounds like something I could do. What is the compensation?"
"Well, we'd pay you a pretty fair starting salary. But we also will give you room and board, so everything you make will basically be yours for saving or whatever. If things work out we'll up your pay, give you a share of the milk profits as an incentive, and if you want, let you buy into a treatment plan. You would, of course, own all of your own milk."
"Ugh. Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I'll pass on that..."
"Haha. Sleep on it. You might change your mind after visiting the farm. So what do you say? Interested?"
Sharon pursed her lips. This wasn't her ideal job, but it sounded like a good way to save some money and could be a stepping stone to the next thing. "Sure. I guess it doesn't sound too humiliating."
"Haha! Well you haven't seen your uniform yet!"
***
Episode 4: The Farm
Sharon found herself standing on a gravel driveway leading to a modest, but well maintained farmhouse fronting a property with a large barn and surrounded by some formidable hedges. She couldn't believe how quickly this all happened: a signed contract, celebratory drinks with Tauros and Marge the secretary, packing her life into a storage locker, and getting driven to the farm by a polite older man who helps with maintenance. But it was too late now, there wasn't really any going back. Sharon took a deep breath, adjusted her flannel shirt, and hefted her duffle bag and made her way up the driveway.
Coming to meet her was a beaming woman wearing gumboots, half buttoned coveralls, and a tight waffleknit henley. She had a wide beautiful smile, kinky brown hair drawn into loose pigtails, and Sharon realized, four large breasts squeezed into her top. The woman jogged down the path, pulled Sharon into a big hug and said "Welcome to Mackenzie Dairy Farm!"
Sharon hesitantly returned the hug. "You must be the other milkmaid."
"*Giggle* Yep! You can call me Bessy!" She took a step back "And you must be Sharon."
"Guilty. So... I see you've decided to take on the companies perks." Sharon asked neutrally.
"Yessiree! Thought I'd take some of that money I've been saving and invest it in myself. I'm early in my treatment plan, I'm still paying off some student debts, but I'm already producing a 4 litres a day from these beauties. Still only getting one good milking a day, though." Bessy smiled wistfully. "But there will be time for that latter! Let's get your stuff stowed and get you introduced to the herd!"
Bessy grabbed Sharon's hand and led her up to the farmhouse. She should Sharon where she could duff her bag and promised a proper tour of the house later. So Sharon only got a glimpse of her new home, but it looked promising, a kind of quaint collision of country living with nice modern touches and appliances. She was feeling a little better about her choice.
Stuff deposited Bessy lead Sharon out to one of the fields located behind the house and lead her to a woman lying in the grass drinking a lemonade and lazily munching grass lifted from a pile of lawn clippings. Except the woman wasn't, strictly speaking, a woman, Sharon realized as she was displaying a fair number of bovine traits. The woman, or maybe cow is more appropriate, was naked except for a cowbell, nose ring, and orange tag punched into her ear, so it was easy for Sharon to see how much she had changed. Her skin was black and white with a holstein pattern, and she had hooves in place of feet and digitigrade legs. A cow tail swished behind her. She had four large beasts tipped with thumb sized teats and had a sizeable udder laying semi-flaccidly on the ground between her thighs. Her face was broadly human, but sported small cowhorns, bovine ears, and a too-flat, wide nose. The woman shifted and Sharon noticed she had a large M branded onto her thigh.
"Sharon," Bessy beamed, "this is Sunshine!"
"Howdy!" Called the cowgirl as she waved at them.
Sharon waved back. "Hi."
"Sunshine is kind of our posterchild. She was one of the first cows, but she got to this... aesthetically pleasing stage and decided to stop. She's kind of the ideal that new recruits buy into." Bessy looked serious for a moment and quitely added, "She also owns a large stake in the business, so maybe try and be a bit deferential to her..."
Sharon nodded and smiled. "Thanks for the advice. Should I go talk to her?"
Bessy shook her head. "Talking is discouraged during grazing times, and you have plenty of other cows to meet. You'll have a chance to chat later. Milking is a pretty good time to make friends."
Coming to meet her was a beaming woman wearing gumboots, half buttoned coveralls, and a tight waffleknit henley. She had a wide beautiful smile, kinky brown hair drawn into loose pigtails, and Sharon realized, four large breasts squeezed into her top. The woman jogged down the path, pulled Sharon into a big hug and said "Welcome to Mackenzie Dairy Farm!"
Sharon hesitantly returned the hug. "You must be the other milkmaid."
"*Giggle* Yep! You can call me Bessy!" She took a step back "And you must be Sharon."
"Guilty. So... I see you've decided to take on the companies perks." Sharon asked neutrally.
"Yessiree! Thought I'd take some of that money I've been saving and invest it in myself. I'm early in my treatment plan, I'm still paying off some student debts, but I'm already producing a 4 litres a day from these beauties. Still only getting one good milking a day, though." Bessy smiled wistfully. "But there will be time for that latter! Let's get your stuff stowed and get you introduced to the herd!"
Bessy grabbed Sharon's hand and led her up to the farmhouse. She should Sharon where she could duff her bag and promised a proper tour of the house later. So Sharon only got a glimpse of her new home, but it looked promising, a kind of quaint collision of country living with nice modern touches and appliances. She was feeling a little better about her choice.
Stuff deposited Bessy lead Sharon out to one of the fields located behind the house and lead her to a woman lying in the grass drinking a lemonade and lazily munching grass lifted from a pile of lawn clippings. Except the woman wasn't, strictly speaking, a woman, Sharon realized as she was displaying a fair number of bovine traits. The woman, or maybe cow is more appropriate, was naked except for a cowbell, nose ring, and orange tag punched into her ear, so it was easy for Sharon to see how much she had changed. Her skin was black and white with a holstein pattern, and she had hooves in place of feet and digitigrade legs. A cow tail swished behind her. She had four large beasts tipped with thumb sized teats and had a sizeable udder laying semi-flaccidly on the ground between her thighs. Her face was broadly human, but sported small cowhorns, bovine ears, and a too-flat, wide nose. The woman shifted and Sharon noticed she had a large M branded onto her thigh.
"Sharon," Bessy beamed, "this is Sunshine!"
"Howdy!" Called the cowgirl as she waved at them.
Sharon waved back. "Hi."
"Sunshine is kind of our posterchild. She was one of the first cows, but she got to this... aesthetically pleasing stage and decided to stop. She's kind of the ideal that new recruits buy into." Bessy looked serious for a moment and quitely added, "She also owns a large stake in the business, so maybe try and be a bit deferential to her..."
Sharon nodded and smiled. "Thanks for the advice. Should I go talk to her?"
Bessy shook her head. "Talking is discouraged during grazing times, and you have plenty of other cows to meet. You'll have a chance to chat later. Milking is a pretty good time to make friends."
***
Episode 5: The Herd
Betsy lead Sharon into the corral, and brought her down towards a stream surrounded by a small stand of trees. Napping in the shade of the trees were another three cowgirls that broadly resembled Sunshine. One of the four seemed like an earlier version of Sunshine, being very human still but sporting four modest breasts, a cowtail, small horns, cow ears, and hoofed feet. This one still had her original skin color, but it was starting to show darker blotches resembling a Holstein pattern. Cuddled up against her was another cowgirl who looked nearly identical to Sunshine: with four breasts, an udder, cow-patterned skin, and other cow features, but a face that had grown a cow-like muzzle. This cowgirl. Saw us watching and mooed at us like an animal. The third cowgirl resembled the last one, except even more bovine, with a head more cow than human, hoof like hands, and a body covered in cow fur. Bessy pointed at each: 'Ella, Cookie, and Honeybun."
As they walked along the stream, presumably to find the next group of cows Bessy gave Sharon a sidelong glance. "That last group of cowgirls are Sunshines main heifers. They all started changing at about the same time, after Sunshine had already established herself in the herd. She sort of took them under her hoof, and now the four cows are kind of a clicque. So you should probably be aware that anything you say to one of them, you're basically saying to all of them. That goes for Cookie and Honeybun too, because even if they can't speak anymore they still understand you fine and can write what you said."
"Good to know," said Sharon. "Seems like there are a lot of social forces afoot, sorry a-hoof here. It sounds like my high school..."
"Ugh, you don't even know the half of it." Bessy sighed. "But really, our cows are still women, so you have to expect all of the regular girl-group nonsense. A big part of this job is playing referee/guidance counselor to the cows, although some days it feels more like being a pre-school teacher..."
Sharon and Bessy rounded a bend and spotted another group of cows splashing in the stream and chattering. These four cows were much more human. One of them looked like a human woman, but with massive, long-rippled breasts and showed the start of cowhorns, ears, and a nub of a tail. Another looked like a human woman with generous breasts and a nipple covered pelvic bulge which promised to grow into an udder. The third had two very large breasts set above two very small ones just starting to grow in but also sported a tail and the start of a cowsnout. The fourth had two truly tremendous breasts, human skin with Holstein blotches, horns, and purse sized udder between her legs as well as a deeply exaggerated hourglass figure. "These are Cornflower, Tulip, Bella, and Nettie."
"They must be new," mused Sharon.
"Sort of. Cornflower, Tulip and Bella are our newest herd members, but Nettie has been here nearly as long as Sunshine."
"Really? Why is she so much more human?"
"We aren't really sure. It seems that she has some sort of atypical reaction to the treatments. Instead of promoting the usual cow traits, Nettie was having her human traits enhanced at a faster rate. This lead Sunshine and the other regular cowgirls to ostracize her a bit. So Nettie naturally dislikes Sunshine and gravitates to the new girls. They kind of have their own clique that has friction with Sunshine's..."
Sharon smiled a bit. "So you have cow-meangirls and cow-geeks?"
Bessy sighed. "Basically."
Bessy directed Sharon up the stream embankment and into a field of tall grass where the last two cows were grazing. These two were the most transformed yet. They were massive, walked on all fours, and had very cow-like heads. Besides some vaguely human proportions to their bodies and the large breasts hanging from their chests, it was hard for Sharon to differentiate them from cows. "These," Bessy pointed out, "are Bertha and Gertie."
"They look just like cows," breathed Sharon.
"Well, they are our most transformed herd members. Along with Sunshine, they were our original cows. They just decided to keep going when Sunshine stopped."
"Huh. And, uh, how do they fit into cow-school?"
"They mostly don't bother with the popularity stuff. They still have human minds as far as we can tell, but they also seem to have embraced their lives as bovines. They just Do their thing and leave the nonsense to us silly humans. They are refreshingly easy to deal with."
"I can imagine."
"So that concludes our tour of the cows. What do you think?"
As they walked along the stream, presumably to find the next group of cows Bessy gave Sharon a sidelong glance. "That last group of cowgirls are Sunshines main heifers. They all started changing at about the same time, after Sunshine had already established herself in the herd. She sort of took them under her hoof, and now the four cows are kind of a clicque. So you should probably be aware that anything you say to one of them, you're basically saying to all of them. That goes for Cookie and Honeybun too, because even if they can't speak anymore they still understand you fine and can write what you said."
"Good to know," said Sharon. "Seems like there are a lot of social forces afoot, sorry a-hoof here. It sounds like my high school..."
"Ugh, you don't even know the half of it." Bessy sighed. "But really, our cows are still women, so you have to expect all of the regular girl-group nonsense. A big part of this job is playing referee/guidance counselor to the cows, although some days it feels more like being a pre-school teacher..."
Sharon and Bessy rounded a bend and spotted another group of cows splashing in the stream and chattering. These four cows were much more human. One of them looked like a human woman, but with massive, long-rippled breasts and showed the start of cowhorns, ears, and a nub of a tail. Another looked like a human woman with generous breasts and a nipple covered pelvic bulge which promised to grow into an udder. The third had two very large breasts set above two very small ones just starting to grow in but also sported a tail and the start of a cowsnout. The fourth had two truly tremendous breasts, human skin with Holstein blotches, horns, and purse sized udder between her legs as well as a deeply exaggerated hourglass figure. "These are Cornflower, Tulip, Bella, and Nettie."
"They must be new," mused Sharon.
"Sort of. Cornflower, Tulip and Bella are our newest herd members, but Nettie has been here nearly as long as Sunshine."
"Really? Why is she so much more human?"
"We aren't really sure. It seems that she has some sort of atypical reaction to the treatments. Instead of promoting the usual cow traits, Nettie was having her human traits enhanced at a faster rate. This lead Sunshine and the other regular cowgirls to ostracize her a bit. So Nettie naturally dislikes Sunshine and gravitates to the new girls. They kind of have their own clique that has friction with Sunshine's..."
Sharon smiled a bit. "So you have cow-meangirls and cow-geeks?"
Bessy sighed. "Basically."
Bessy directed Sharon up the stream embankment and into a field of tall grass where the last two cows were grazing. These two were the most transformed yet. They were massive, walked on all fours, and had very cow-like heads. Besides some vaguely human proportions to their bodies and the large breasts hanging from their chests, it was hard for Sharon to differentiate them from cows. "These," Bessy pointed out, "are Bertha and Gertie."
"They look just like cows," breathed Sharon.
"Well, they are our most transformed herd members. Along with Sunshine, they were our original cows. They just decided to keep going when Sunshine stopped."
"Huh. And, uh, how do they fit into cow-school?"
"They mostly don't bother with the popularity stuff. They still have human minds as far as we can tell, but they also seem to have embraced their lives as bovines. They just Do their thing and leave the nonsense to us silly humans. They are refreshingly easy to deal with."
"I can imagine."
"So that concludes our tour of the cows. What do you think?"
***
Episode 6: The Bulls
"We have just two more stops on the tour," Bessy said, leading Sharon to a small, isolated corral with a small shed attached. Inside the corral stood a massive Minotaur. He, and it was obviously a he, stood over eight feet tall and was heavily muscled. His body was covered in thick brown fur from the tip of his large horns down to the tips of his huge hooves. He was clearly quite transformed, having a muzzle-like face, bull-ears, a tail, digitigrade bovine legs, three-fingered hands, and the largest penis Sharon had ever seen. He saw her watching and snorted loudly. "This is Samson, one of our bulls."
"Hey, Bessy-girl!" The bull rumbled, the words nearly decipherable. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Sharon, Samson, she's a new milkmaid. So be sure to treat her with respect, y'hear?"
The bull snorted and tossed his head. "She still smells human. I'd much rather spend more time with you," Samson purred.
Bessy blushed bright red. Sharon gave her an inquisitive look and she blushed even more. "Come on, Sharon, we still have to meet Angus," she finally stammered.
Samson waved and thrusted. Laughingly he bellowed, "Be seeing you later girl! And human, come find me if you decide to join our herd!"
As they walked away, Sharon touched Bessy's arm. "Wow, what was that about?"
"Nothing!" Replied Bessy primly. "He just likes getting a rise out of people. Samson is kind of an alpha-bull jerk. You'll probably like Angus more."
"Okay... So why does the farm even have Bulls?"
"Oh, a bunch of reasons. For one the company sells bull transformations, which you know, is the real business."
"Then why only have two? Shortage of volunteers?"
"On the contrary," smiled Bessy, "we have a wait list, even though the company charges extra for a bull transformation. The real reason is we need about five cows for every bull to make things work. So ten cows means we need two Bulls."
"How does that figure?" Asked Sharon.
"Okay... So how do regular cows make milk?"
"Uh, don't they get pregnant?"
"Exactly! They calf. But we don't want our cows pushing out a hundred babies, so we feed them all birth control in their diet. We still want them to make milk though, so Dr. Daisy formulated her treatments to make the cows need a compound found in the Bulls semen to maximally lactate. So the cows need to fuck a bull at least once was a week to be a good producer. And so we chaperone "dates" between our cows and Bulls, once a day, five days a week. Each cow gets to get laid once a week, keeping them happy and milk producing, while the Bulls get to have sex most days. We rotate the cows between the two Bulls and try to limit romantic attachment and maintain the cattle lifestyle of our herd. This system has the added benefit that it gives us something to punish the cows with if they misbehave."
Sharon nodded, "So too many Bulls throws off the ideal balance."
"Exactly, we won't need another bull until we hit 15 cows, since we can add another four and just have the Bulls going seven days a week for a while."
Sharon laughed, "I see why you have a wait list for being a bull!"
The two milkmaids approached another isolated corral with its own adjoining shed. This, reasoned Sharon, must be the domain of Angus. Angus, it turns out was a much more human bull. He was tall and muscular, but with human proportions. He had large horns, a tail, hooked feet, and extraordinarily thick body hair, but was still more man than beast. He was also, Sharon noticed, very, very well hung.
Angus smiled through his thick beard and waved. "I take it," he said in a clear, intelligent voice, "that you must be our new milkmaid. I'm Angus!"
"Sharon." Replied Sharon.
"A pleasure to meet you." Angus bowed a little.
Bessy elbowed Sharon. "I told you you'd like Angus more than Samson."
"Samson!" Bellowed Angus suddenly, eyes flashing with rage, hoof paying the ground. "Don't speak that cretins name! Having his way with MY cows!" He bellowed like an angry bull...and then took a few deep breathes. "Sorry... Sorry. I just get so mad sometimes, ever since the treatment over silly things. Especially when I think about other males...and my cows. I just..."
"It's okay!" Cooed Bessy. "We know it isn't easy."
Angus paced a little. "I just shouldn't let me temper take control like that... I was with Sunshine earlier, and she smelled like him, and it made me so angry.... So animalistic. Rationally I know she has to be doing it on purpose, since she hasn't seen him for a week, but it's enough to make me lose my mind. Sharon, Bessy, I'm sorry you had to see that."
Bessy nodded "it's alright. It's what you are now. We won't just die you. Now be a good bull and take a nap. Sharon and I have some more talking to do."
"Hey, Bessy-girl!" The bull rumbled, the words nearly decipherable. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Sharon, Samson, she's a new milkmaid. So be sure to treat her with respect, y'hear?"
The bull snorted and tossed his head. "She still smells human. I'd much rather spend more time with you," Samson purred.
Bessy blushed bright red. Sharon gave her an inquisitive look and she blushed even more. "Come on, Sharon, we still have to meet Angus," she finally stammered.
Samson waved and thrusted. Laughingly he bellowed, "Be seeing you later girl! And human, come find me if you decide to join our herd!"
As they walked away, Sharon touched Bessy's arm. "Wow, what was that about?"
"Nothing!" Replied Bessy primly. "He just likes getting a rise out of people. Samson is kind of an alpha-bull jerk. You'll probably like Angus more."
"Okay... So why does the farm even have Bulls?"
"Oh, a bunch of reasons. For one the company sells bull transformations, which you know, is the real business."
"Then why only have two? Shortage of volunteers?"
"On the contrary," smiled Bessy, "we have a wait list, even though the company charges extra for a bull transformation. The real reason is we need about five cows for every bull to make things work. So ten cows means we need two Bulls."
"How does that figure?" Asked Sharon.
"Okay... So how do regular cows make milk?"
"Uh, don't they get pregnant?"
"Exactly! They calf. But we don't want our cows pushing out a hundred babies, so we feed them all birth control in their diet. We still want them to make milk though, so Dr. Daisy formulated her treatments to make the cows need a compound found in the Bulls semen to maximally lactate. So the cows need to fuck a bull at least once was a week to be a good producer. And so we chaperone "dates" between our cows and Bulls, once a day, five days a week. Each cow gets to get laid once a week, keeping them happy and milk producing, while the Bulls get to have sex most days. We rotate the cows between the two Bulls and try to limit romantic attachment and maintain the cattle lifestyle of our herd. This system has the added benefit that it gives us something to punish the cows with if they misbehave."
Sharon nodded, "So too many Bulls throws off the ideal balance."
"Exactly, we won't need another bull until we hit 15 cows, since we can add another four and just have the Bulls going seven days a week for a while."
Sharon laughed, "I see why you have a wait list for being a bull!"
The two milkmaids approached another isolated corral with its own adjoining shed. This, reasoned Sharon, must be the domain of Angus. Angus, it turns out was a much more human bull. He was tall and muscular, but with human proportions. He had large horns, a tail, hooked feet, and extraordinarily thick body hair, but was still more man than beast. He was also, Sharon noticed, very, very well hung.
Angus smiled through his thick beard and waved. "I take it," he said in a clear, intelligent voice, "that you must be our new milkmaid. I'm Angus!"
"Sharon." Replied Sharon.
"A pleasure to meet you." Angus bowed a little.
Bessy elbowed Sharon. "I told you you'd like Angus more than Samson."
"Samson!" Bellowed Angus suddenly, eyes flashing with rage, hoof paying the ground. "Don't speak that cretins name! Having his way with MY cows!" He bellowed like an angry bull...and then took a few deep breathes. "Sorry... Sorry. I just get so mad sometimes, ever since the treatment over silly things. Especially when I think about other males...and my cows. I just..."
"It's okay!" Cooed Bessy. "We know it isn't easy."
Angus paced a little. "I just shouldn't let me temper take control like that... I was with Sunshine earlier, and she smelled like him, and it made me so angry.... So animalistic. Rationally I know she has to be doing it on purpose, since she hasn't seen him for a week, but it's enough to make me lose my mind. Sharon, Bessy, I'm sorry you had to see that."
Bessy nodded "it's alright. It's what you are now. We won't just die you. Now be a good bull and take a nap. Sharon and I have some more talking to do."
***
Episode 7: The Rules
After meeting the Bulls, Bessy took Sharon back to the farmhouse and suggested she unpack and get comfortable while Bessy handled the evening milking. Sharon lugged herself up to her new bedroom, which was really more of a suite: she had a large bed in a spatious room with space for a sitting area and office as well as her own bathroom. The room had a decidedly rustic styling, but was filled with modern conveniences. Sharon could plainly see that a lot of money and care had been put into making the milkmaids lives comfortable and that these lodgings were nicer than her last apartment. Another point for working here, Sharon thought.
Sharon unpacked her duffle bag of clothes and her backpack of favorite items, and seeing how much space was left in the room, made a note about what else she should pull out of storage on her first day off. And then she explored. The rest of the house. The second floor was divided into three milkmaid suites as well as an extra, smaller guest room. A ladder went up to the attic which was divided into a storage space and yet another guest room, one with some large book shelves covered in science texts and a serious work station. Sharon assumed this was Dr. daisy's refuge when she was on the farm. The main floor was divided into a spatious kitchen and eating area, a large sitting room with a considerable library of books, a multimedia room, a serious business office, and a mudroom. A very large, cozy looking porch was out the front. The house also clearly had a basement, but the door was locked and judging by the biohazard and radiation warning stickers was probably a lab space. Sharon was quite happy not going in there.
Sharon finished her tour, and since Bessy hadn't returned yet, chose an amusing looking bodice ripper novel at random and settled in the kitchen. She only got a few thrusting, lusting chapters in when Bessy, damp from a shower and squeezed into a change of clothes came into the kitchen and put on some tea. She had cast off her work clothes and changed into a tight singlet, which clung fiercely to her four breasts and showed her dark nipples clearly, shorts and fuzzy cow slippers. When the water boiled, she poured two cups, dropped in teabags and brought a jug of cold milk from the fridge. 'Go ahead, this is some of my milk," she said with pride. Sharon not wanting to be rude added a small dash of bessy's cream to her tea and waited for it to cool.
Bessy blew on her own tea and said, "listen, before you get started there are a few ground rules we need to go over..."
Sharon nodded. 'Okay, what's up?"
"The first thing is that non-disclosure agreement that you signed in your contract. The farm takes the privacy of our herd pretty seriously, and if they find out you've been telling people about the farm, you will be fired so fast. And if they find out your trying to blackmail one of the cow's human families they will sue you into the ground."
Sharon nodded again, "fair enough."
"The second rule is don't abuse the cows. No matter how much they piss you off, never strike or hurt a cow. We do have cattle prods, but they are only to be deployed in a life or death scenario where one cow is endangering the lives of others. If a cow needs punishment, and they will, you let me know and I'll show you what we do. Okay?"
"Okay."
"The next rule is do not touch the Bulls. No matter how sexy that might be, or how much you may want to, you do not get to fuck the Bulls. They might encourage you to, flirt with you or whatever, but ignore it. Consorting with the livestock ruins your power dynamic with the Bulls, makes the cows jealous, and since the cows are paying for the privilege of spending time with the Bulls, isn't fair to our sort-of-clients. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. Finally, there is a caretaker who lives in the back acres of the farm, behind a pretty obvious hedge. Leave them alone and don't go into their part of the farm. They do not like visitors and they are forbidden from mixing with the cattle, so they work hard to stay out of our way. In return, we do not intrude on them. Okay?"
'Sounds very mysterious! I love mysteries!"
Bessy gave Sharon a sharp look. Sharon sighed. 'I was joking, I can follow the rule."
Bessy brightened, "excellent, with that out of the way we can kick back, hang out, and get to bed early since we have a busy day of chorin' and learnin' to do!'
Sharon unpacked her duffle bag of clothes and her backpack of favorite items, and seeing how much space was left in the room, made a note about what else she should pull out of storage on her first day off. And then she explored. The rest of the house. The second floor was divided into three milkmaid suites as well as an extra, smaller guest room. A ladder went up to the attic which was divided into a storage space and yet another guest room, one with some large book shelves covered in science texts and a serious work station. Sharon assumed this was Dr. daisy's refuge when she was on the farm. The main floor was divided into a spatious kitchen and eating area, a large sitting room with a considerable library of books, a multimedia room, a serious business office, and a mudroom. A very large, cozy looking porch was out the front. The house also clearly had a basement, but the door was locked and judging by the biohazard and radiation warning stickers was probably a lab space. Sharon was quite happy not going in there.
Sharon finished her tour, and since Bessy hadn't returned yet, chose an amusing looking bodice ripper novel at random and settled in the kitchen. She only got a few thrusting, lusting chapters in when Bessy, damp from a shower and squeezed into a change of clothes came into the kitchen and put on some tea. She had cast off her work clothes and changed into a tight singlet, which clung fiercely to her four breasts and showed her dark nipples clearly, shorts and fuzzy cow slippers. When the water boiled, she poured two cups, dropped in teabags and brought a jug of cold milk from the fridge. 'Go ahead, this is some of my milk," she said with pride. Sharon not wanting to be rude added a small dash of bessy's cream to her tea and waited for it to cool.
Bessy blew on her own tea and said, "listen, before you get started there are a few ground rules we need to go over..."
Sharon nodded. 'Okay, what's up?"
"The first thing is that non-disclosure agreement that you signed in your contract. The farm takes the privacy of our herd pretty seriously, and if they find out you've been telling people about the farm, you will be fired so fast. And if they find out your trying to blackmail one of the cow's human families they will sue you into the ground."
Sharon nodded again, "fair enough."
"The second rule is don't abuse the cows. No matter how much they piss you off, never strike or hurt a cow. We do have cattle prods, but they are only to be deployed in a life or death scenario where one cow is endangering the lives of others. If a cow needs punishment, and they will, you let me know and I'll show you what we do. Okay?"
"Okay."
"The next rule is do not touch the Bulls. No matter how sexy that might be, or how much you may want to, you do not get to fuck the Bulls. They might encourage you to, flirt with you or whatever, but ignore it. Consorting with the livestock ruins your power dynamic with the Bulls, makes the cows jealous, and since the cows are paying for the privilege of spending time with the Bulls, isn't fair to our sort-of-clients. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. Finally, there is a caretaker who lives in the back acres of the farm, behind a pretty obvious hedge. Leave them alone and don't go into their part of the farm. They do not like visitors and they are forbidden from mixing with the cattle, so they work hard to stay out of our way. In return, we do not intrude on them. Okay?"
'Sounds very mysterious! I love mysteries!"
Bessy gave Sharon a sharp look. Sharon sighed. 'I was joking, I can follow the rule."
Bessy brightened, "excellent, with that out of the way we can kick back, hang out, and get to bed early since we have a busy day of chorin' and learnin' to do!'
Episode 8: About a Bessy
Sharon had over-steeped her tea, making it bitter. As she reached for more honey to sweeten it, she thought about this strange four-breasted woman that she would be working so closely with. She barely knew her and really had so many questions for her. Sharon cleared her throat, "Bessy, I know so little about you. Tell me about yourself."
Bessy flushed. 'What's to tell?"
'Well, why did you get into this business?"
'Oh, probably the same way you did; I needed the money."
"Trouble finding work?"
"Not really, it actually came down to my student debt. I needed a job that paid well enough to work down the debt, and this job offered a good salary and came with the added bonus of paying my room and board. I can bank nearly everything I make here to living debt free. Plus, it is kind of in my field.... I got my degree in veterinary science so looking after the health and welfare of our cows feels kind of like practice for that."
Sharon laughed, "I guess!"
"But mostly it's about the debt. This way my husband and I can get out from it and start a life together..."
"Husband!?"
Bessy grinned. "Yes, I am a married woman. My tommy is a long haul trucker and basically lives out of his truck. So this job is perfect, I get a place to live and when I get my week off I just ride along with him or, if he is in between hauls, we go on a little back country road trip and sleep in our car. I uh, don't wear my rings here, since I'm scared of having them damaged or lost while working..."
'Well congratulations,' smiled Sharon.
'Thanks, he was my high school sweetheart," beamed Bessy.
Sharon leaned in with a grin. 'I have to ask though, how does he take to the whole... Four milky cow-breasts thing..."
Bessy giggled, "how do you think!? He sees me with four big boobs and his brain goes to guy-land." Bessy smiled voraciously, "it's done wonders for our sex life!"
Sharon laughed.
Bessy shot her a serious look, "you know, in a couple months if everything goes okay they'll let you buy into the employee treatment plan....'
Sharon squirmed a little in her seat. 'Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I'd really rather not..."
Bessy pouted playfully, "oh that's what I said too, and I'm super glad I changed my mind. I'm willing to bet, five dollars, that you change yours too."
Sharon smirked, "it might be too early to call this, but I never make bets with a friend."
Bessy looked quite pleased to hear that. "Shucks. Well, lookit the time, I'd wager it's time for you to go to bed. Gonna have to wake up bright and early for the morning milking!"
Bessy flushed. 'What's to tell?"
'Well, why did you get into this business?"
'Oh, probably the same way you did; I needed the money."
"Trouble finding work?"
"Not really, it actually came down to my student debt. I needed a job that paid well enough to work down the debt, and this job offered a good salary and came with the added bonus of paying my room and board. I can bank nearly everything I make here to living debt free. Plus, it is kind of in my field.... I got my degree in veterinary science so looking after the health and welfare of our cows feels kind of like practice for that."
Sharon laughed, "I guess!"
"But mostly it's about the debt. This way my husband and I can get out from it and start a life together..."
"Husband!?"
Bessy grinned. "Yes, I am a married woman. My tommy is a long haul trucker and basically lives out of his truck. So this job is perfect, I get a place to live and when I get my week off I just ride along with him or, if he is in between hauls, we go on a little back country road trip and sleep in our car. I uh, don't wear my rings here, since I'm scared of having them damaged or lost while working..."
'Well congratulations,' smiled Sharon.
'Thanks, he was my high school sweetheart," beamed Bessy.
Sharon leaned in with a grin. 'I have to ask though, how does he take to the whole... Four milky cow-breasts thing..."
Bessy giggled, "how do you think!? He sees me with four big boobs and his brain goes to guy-land." Bessy smiled voraciously, "it's done wonders for our sex life!"
Sharon laughed.
Bessy shot her a serious look, "you know, in a couple months if everything goes okay they'll let you buy into the employee treatment plan....'
Sharon squirmed a little in her seat. 'Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I'd really rather not..."
Bessy pouted playfully, "oh that's what I said too, and I'm super glad I changed my mind. I'm willing to bet, five dollars, that you change yours too."
Sharon smirked, "it might be too early to call this, but I never make bets with a friend."
Bessy looked quite pleased to hear that. "Shucks. Well, lookit the time, I'd wager it's time for you to go to bed. Gonna have to wake up bright and early for the morning milking!"
***
Episode 9: Morning Milking
Sharon awoke suddenly to a cheerful 'wakey, wakey' and her mattress shaking. Blearily she opened her eyes and saw a smiling Bessy dressed in her workwear of tight Henley under coveralls brandishing a steaming cup of coffee. Sharon groaned and mumbled something incoherent. Bessy just laughed and told her to get her butt out of bed lest the cowgirls stage a revolt' milking time is not to be trifled with. She also thrust the mug of coffee at Sharon who managed to sit up, sweep her tangled hair from her eyes, and take a small sip from the strong, black, and surprisingly good coffee. 'That's a girl" cooed Bessy, "now get out of bed and pull on your work clothes. Breakfast isn't until we are done our morning rounds and I get pretty hangry."
Sulking at the injustice of an early morning, sharon sucked down the rest of her coffee, pulled on work boots, jeans, and a flannel work shirt over a tank top and stumbled down stairs. Bessy handed her a thermos and two travel cups and beckoned Sharon onto a two-seater ruggedized golf-cart thing and they raced off to the cows stables. Bessy opened the door and strode in, leaving Sharon to shamble in after her. What greeted her was broadly speaking a stable, a big wooden building with a concrete room divided into forty or so individual stalls. Except each stall was much larger than what Sharon imagined an ordinary cow would epect to get, about the size of a college dorm room. Which, once Sharon thought of it, was a pretty apt comparison: despite the rough wood walls and cement floors each stall had a pile of straw, a small cot, a beanbag chair, and, unlike a dorm room, its own toilet cubicle and sink. It seemed the cowgirls lived in a kind of luxury stable.
Bessy took down a metal music triangle from the wall and hammered on it, while crying out that it was milking time. She probably didn't need to bother since all ten cowgirls were already awake and standing impatiently in their stalls, looking bloated and uncomfortable. Having got their attention Bessy beckoned at the dishevelled looking Sharon and introduced her to the cowgirls and told them she was the new milkmaid. Sunshine laughed dismissively, "is that why things are so late this morning."
Bessy sighed, and began to unlock the cowgirls stall doors to let them out. Sharon watched the first couple times to see how the mechanism worked and then started unlocking stalls herself. The cowgirls milled about, clutching swollen breasts or brandishing distended udders. Bessy gave them the order to move and then herded the cattle onto a neighbouring building, which Bessy helpfully announced was the milking shed. She unlocked a padlock and let the cows in.
The milkshed was a much more austere affair. This building was divided into twenty milking stalls, each about the width of a normal cow and constructed of anodized steel tubing. The cowgirls all lined up at their respective stalls and assumed the position, bending over at their waist so that their feet (or hooves) were planted on the ground and their torsos were horizontal so that their breasts and udders were hanging free. To make this more comfortable the stalls all had a padded shall for the cows to rest their arms on and a padded yoke that offered support between their quad breasts and udder. (Of course, the four legged cowgirls simply walked into the stalls in their normal posture.) Each stall had a pair of milking machines, each with four suction lines, one presumably for their udders and another for their four breasts. These milking machines pumped into tanks that were in turn connected by hoses to larger, refrigerated holding tanks on one side of the shed which would consolidate the days milking.
Bessy waved Sharon over to a stall with Cookie. Cookie looked at Sharon and mooed impatiently. Sharon hurried over.
Bessy smiled professionally. "I'm going to assume you've never milked a cow before, so watch what I do, and I'll narrate as I go. First thing is that I'm going to put on some rubber gloves, because our enemy here is mastitis and we want to stop it spreading from a cow to cow. Next we need to clean off Cookie's teats here, so we are going to dip each nipple or teat into this disinfection solution. Then we give it a few seconds to do its thing, and then we give each nipple and teat a good ol' wipe, being sure to massage cookie's breasts and udder to get some oxytocin flowing and get a good let down response." Cookie lowed happily at the massage. 'Then we quickly dry each teat off to make sure none of our disinfectant gets into the milk, and then it's time to apply the milking cups. Our machines are set up to accept a variety of nipple cups, from something not unlike a breast pump to a full cow's teat cup. Every stall should be configured already with what each cow needs. So then you turn on the suction, slip on each cup, making sure to get a good seal, but also not letting it ride up far enough to irritate. And then you go that for each teat...2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. And now Cookie is being milked. You want to do this fairly quickly, to really maximize the let down response from the massage." Cookie mooed happily, sounding relieved.
Bessy beckoned Sharon over to Honeybun, pulled on fresh gloves and repeated the process. "Okay, see, gloves, dip, wipe, massage, dry, and affix the milking cups." honeybun mooed her satisfaction.
Bessy steered Sharon over to Ella. "Okay, Sharon, now you do Ella. I'm going to keep moving to prevent a stampede, but just follow the steps and Ella will tell you if you mess up. Good luck!" Bessy marched over to Sunshine to hook her up.
Sulking at the injustice of an early morning, sharon sucked down the rest of her coffee, pulled on work boots, jeans, and a flannel work shirt over a tank top and stumbled down stairs. Bessy handed her a thermos and two travel cups and beckoned Sharon onto a two-seater ruggedized golf-cart thing and they raced off to the cows stables. Bessy opened the door and strode in, leaving Sharon to shamble in after her. What greeted her was broadly speaking a stable, a big wooden building with a concrete room divided into forty or so individual stalls. Except each stall was much larger than what Sharon imagined an ordinary cow would epect to get, about the size of a college dorm room. Which, once Sharon thought of it, was a pretty apt comparison: despite the rough wood walls and cement floors each stall had a pile of straw, a small cot, a beanbag chair, and, unlike a dorm room, its own toilet cubicle and sink. It seemed the cowgirls lived in a kind of luxury stable.
Bessy took down a metal music triangle from the wall and hammered on it, while crying out that it was milking time. She probably didn't need to bother since all ten cowgirls were already awake and standing impatiently in their stalls, looking bloated and uncomfortable. Having got their attention Bessy beckoned at the dishevelled looking Sharon and introduced her to the cowgirls and told them she was the new milkmaid. Sunshine laughed dismissively, "is that why things are so late this morning."
Bessy sighed, and began to unlock the cowgirls stall doors to let them out. Sharon watched the first couple times to see how the mechanism worked and then started unlocking stalls herself. The cowgirls milled about, clutching swollen breasts or brandishing distended udders. Bessy gave them the order to move and then herded the cattle onto a neighbouring building, which Bessy helpfully announced was the milking shed. She unlocked a padlock and let the cows in.
The milkshed was a much more austere affair. This building was divided into twenty milking stalls, each about the width of a normal cow and constructed of anodized steel tubing. The cowgirls all lined up at their respective stalls and assumed the position, bending over at their waist so that their feet (or hooves) were planted on the ground and their torsos were horizontal so that their breasts and udders were hanging free. To make this more comfortable the stalls all had a padded shall for the cows to rest their arms on and a padded yoke that offered support between their quad breasts and udder. (Of course, the four legged cowgirls simply walked into the stalls in their normal posture.) Each stall had a pair of milking machines, each with four suction lines, one presumably for their udders and another for their four breasts. These milking machines pumped into tanks that were in turn connected by hoses to larger, refrigerated holding tanks on one side of the shed which would consolidate the days milking.
Bessy waved Sharon over to a stall with Cookie. Cookie looked at Sharon and mooed impatiently. Sharon hurried over.
Bessy smiled professionally. "I'm going to assume you've never milked a cow before, so watch what I do, and I'll narrate as I go. First thing is that I'm going to put on some rubber gloves, because our enemy here is mastitis and we want to stop it spreading from a cow to cow. Next we need to clean off Cookie's teats here, so we are going to dip each nipple or teat into this disinfection solution. Then we give it a few seconds to do its thing, and then we give each nipple and teat a good ol' wipe, being sure to massage cookie's breasts and udder to get some oxytocin flowing and get a good let down response." Cookie lowed happily at the massage. 'Then we quickly dry each teat off to make sure none of our disinfectant gets into the milk, and then it's time to apply the milking cups. Our machines are set up to accept a variety of nipple cups, from something not unlike a breast pump to a full cow's teat cup. Every stall should be configured already with what each cow needs. So then you turn on the suction, slip on each cup, making sure to get a good seal, but also not letting it ride up far enough to irritate. And then you go that for each teat...2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. And now Cookie is being milked. You want to do this fairly quickly, to really maximize the let down response from the massage." Cookie mooed happily, sounding relieved.
Bessy beckoned Sharon over to Honeybun, pulled on fresh gloves and repeated the process. "Okay, see, gloves, dip, wipe, massage, dry, and affix the milking cups." honeybun mooed her satisfaction.
Bessy steered Sharon over to Ella. "Okay, Sharon, now you do Ella. I'm going to keep moving to prevent a stampede, but just follow the steps and Ella will tell you if you mess up. Good luck!" Bessy marched over to Sunshine to hook her up.
Sharon approached Ella nervously. She looked with apprehension at the cow who tried to smile encouragingly, but mostly looked annoyed at being singled out as the Guinea cow. "Try to be gentle," she said quietly.
Ella, despite having the hooves, tail, horns and ears of a cow, as well as the start of a spotted skin pattern, still didn't have an udder yet, which meant that Sharon only had to hook up her four breasts. She reached out and slid her hand along Ella's back, feeling her warm skin and taught muscles, stretched into her milking posture. Ella fidgeted, tilting her hips and rubbing her ass cheeks and thighs together. Sharon could see the cow's vagina, which was pink and human and glistening. As she circled around to try and get a good lane of access to the cows hanging breasts she caught a whiff of pungent arousal. Ella looked back at her, urgency in her eyes, "please hurry," she said plaintively.
In the next stalls over Cookie and Honeybun began to fidget, and moo in a way that stopped sounding relived and started to sound like moans.
Sharon snapped on a pair of gloves and picked up her cup of disinfectant. She dipped Ella's elongated nipples, each about as long as a thumb tip, into the cup, hearing Ella gasp at the cold sensation each time. Then Sharon took a rag and cleaned off one nipple, being sure to knead the breast and roll the nipple between her fingers as she did so. Ella groaned. Sharon asked if she was okay. Ella, breathing deeply, nodded her head and gasped, "yes, just like that!" Sharon, feeling encouraged quickly cleaned and massaged Ella's other four breasts leaving Ella panting and rubbing her thighs together. Sharon then quickly dried the nipples, eliciting little sharp intakes of breath from Ella, before adhering the specialized milking cups to Ella's nipples and beginning the milking. Ella moaned loudly, nearly mooing, as the milking machine set to work, collecting the first jets of her milk.
Cookie and Honeybun, already minutes into their milking were breathing heavily and mooing pornographically. They arched their backs and fidgeted their thighs and gasped between moos, clearly getting off on their milking.
Ella meanwhile was also starting to moan rhythmically in time with the machine, squeezing her thighs together. She swun her 'hips side to side and lashed her raised tail in the air, spreading the pungent scent of her vagina around the room. She groaned and cursed, bit her lip and mooed shamelessly. Sharon walked around Ella's backside and could see her labia were swollen and wet, juices trickling down her thighs. She started to buck her hips.
Cookie and Honeybun both bellowed, nearly in unison, spasmmed in their stalls, and arched their backs in obvious orgasm. They shifted themselves on weak knees and continued to moo sexually as their milking continued.
Ella's breathing continued to get faster, deeper, and more ragged. She mewled, mooed, and finally screamed in joy as her whole body tensed and thrashed in her own orgasm, Sharon stepped back as a stream of fluid sleussed out of Ella's vagina. It would appear the cow was a squirter.
Ella panted for a minute and groaned in pleasure as her milking continued.
Sharon looked up and saw a flushed Bessy watching her. 'Stop watching the cows get off," she chided, "and get back to work!"
Ella, despite having the hooves, tail, horns and ears of a cow, as well as the start of a spotted skin pattern, still didn't have an udder yet, which meant that Sharon only had to hook up her four breasts. She reached out and slid her hand along Ella's back, feeling her warm skin and taught muscles, stretched into her milking posture. Ella fidgeted, tilting her hips and rubbing her ass cheeks and thighs together. Sharon could see the cow's vagina, which was pink and human and glistening. As she circled around to try and get a good lane of access to the cows hanging breasts she caught a whiff of pungent arousal. Ella looked back at her, urgency in her eyes, "please hurry," she said plaintively.
In the next stalls over Cookie and Honeybun began to fidget, and moo in a way that stopped sounding relived and started to sound like moans.
Sharon snapped on a pair of gloves and picked up her cup of disinfectant. She dipped Ella's elongated nipples, each about as long as a thumb tip, into the cup, hearing Ella gasp at the cold sensation each time. Then Sharon took a rag and cleaned off one nipple, being sure to knead the breast and roll the nipple between her fingers as she did so. Ella groaned. Sharon asked if she was okay. Ella, breathing deeply, nodded her head and gasped, "yes, just like that!" Sharon, feeling encouraged quickly cleaned and massaged Ella's other four breasts leaving Ella panting and rubbing her thighs together. Sharon then quickly dried the nipples, eliciting little sharp intakes of breath from Ella, before adhering the specialized milking cups to Ella's nipples and beginning the milking. Ella moaned loudly, nearly mooing, as the milking machine set to work, collecting the first jets of her milk.
Cookie and Honeybun, already minutes into their milking were breathing heavily and mooing pornographically. They arched their backs and fidgeted their thighs and gasped between moos, clearly getting off on their milking.
Ella meanwhile was also starting to moan rhythmically in time with the machine, squeezing her thighs together. She swun her 'hips side to side and lashed her raised tail in the air, spreading the pungent scent of her vagina around the room. She groaned and cursed, bit her lip and mooed shamelessly. Sharon walked around Ella's backside and could see her labia were swollen and wet, juices trickling down her thighs. She started to buck her hips.
Cookie and Honeybun both bellowed, nearly in unison, spasmmed in their stalls, and arched their backs in obvious orgasm. They shifted themselves on weak knees and continued to moo sexually as their milking continued.
Ella's breathing continued to get faster, deeper, and more ragged. She mewled, mooed, and finally screamed in joy as her whole body tensed and thrashed in her own orgasm, Sharon stepped back as a stream of fluid sleussed out of Ella's vagina. It would appear the cow was a squirter.
Ella panted for a minute and groaned in pleasure as her milking continued.
Sharon looked up and saw a flushed Bessy watching her. 'Stop watching the cows get off," she chided, "and get back to work!"
***
Episode 10: Finishing Up
While Sharon had been fumbling with Ella, Bessy had managed to hook up most of the cowgirls to their milking machines. Although she had left the relatively human Cornflower and Tulip for Sharon to do. Sharon hurried over, changed her gloves, and quickly hooked up one cow and then the other, both groaning happily at the breast massage and gasping with obvious pleasure as their milking process started. With that all of the cows were being milked.
Sharon stood in the middle of the milking shed surrounded by the cows who were mooing, groaning and shouting in pleasure as their teats and nipples were sucked. Each, it seemed were building to, or arriving at orgasms, tensing and bellowing in joy. The entire milk shed smelled of milk and pussy. Sharon noticed the less changed cows took longer to warm up and build to an orgasm, while the most changed cowgirls seemed to come again and again in a tidal stream of orgasms. Ella bucked her hips tail flailing about as she had an orgasm that Sharon was partially responsible for. Sunshine threw her head back and screamed which tapered into a throaty moo. It was quite the spectical and Sharon felt herself growing warm and damp in response.
The individual milk collection tanks, each made of stainless steel, had a graduated glass window to show how much milk was being extracted from each cow. More transformed cows were filling their tanks up quickly, while the newest cows were only producing a little. Sharon wondered if they took pride in their milk yield, whether this was something the cows bullied each other over. Nettie squealed and shook as she came.
Bessy, giving Sharon a coy, appraising look wandered over. 'It'll be a few minutes still until they are done, but we should go over what to do when the milking is finished." Bertha and Gertie came and came and came again, drool hanging from their muzzles. "When the machines top you need to go to each cow and unhook them. Make certain the suction is off before you try and remove the milk cups, otherwise you'll hurt the cow. No one likes having their nipples yanked." Cornflower and Tulip, nearly simultaneously reached their first orgasm; Cornflower mewled quietly and tensed while Tulip joyfully arched her back and mooed. 'Then you need to clean off each teat using a different cup of washing fluid to prevent infection. Then it's a gentle slap to the rear and the cows are off for their morning feed. We want to keep them standing and walking for a while, since it takes a while for their milk channels to close, and we don't want gunk getting in there." Cookie looked over her shoulder at Sharon and smiled as much as she could with her muzzle and mooed deeply as she was shook by another orgasm. Sharon blushed deeply, and squeezed her thighs together, aware of the warm heat there.
Bessy walked over to a bank of lockers on one side and called over Sharon over. She opened the locker, hefted a large bag of feed and handed it to Sharon who staggered a bit under the weight. Bessy dragged out a second bag, and together they brought the feed bags over to the milking sheds exit. "This feed is to supplement their diet with all of the basic nutrients and vitamins that out cows need. It's a bit hard to get everything they need from grazing, especially for the less transformed cows, so the entire herd gets this stuff twice a day and the new cows will get a couple extra feeds near lunch and dinner time. There's also a few hoppers with similar oat treats scattered around the grazing land." Sharon nodded, trying not to be distracted by the ongoing noises of cow orgasms.
Bessy fiddled with a gate which blocked the entrance to the milk shed, and opened an attached side gate into a small corral lined with chest height feed troughs, some of which had a bench for leaning arms on attached in front. Bessy and Sharon dragged their feed bags into the corral. 'We want the cows to march right out here and to keep standing while they eat, so it's better to get the troughs loaded before milking time is over." Bessy grinned, "it also buys us a few more minutes for our own breakfast." Bessy slit open the bags of feed with a box cutter, and together the milkmaids lifted and poured each bag into the troughs, spreading the feed around evenly. Bessy nodded, "perfect, the girls should just about be done. Remember to cut the suction, remove the cups, dip the nipples, and send the cows on their way. They know to make their way here."
Bessy headed to the row of milking stalls along one wall, so Sharon went to the other. She approached Sunshine, who was smiling dreamily and swaying, crotch and thighs slick with juices. Sharon turned off the suction to both front and rear milking machines, carefully slipped off the milking cups from her four breasts and udder, and quickly dipped her teats in the cleaning solution. When Sunshine kept humming and swaying, Sharon gave her a gentle slap on her wide rear, eliciting a little grunt and start and Sunshine stood and on wobbly knees made her way to the shed door. Sharon was amazed at how loose and saggy her udder was, and how much smaller her breasts looked. Sharon was also pretty astounded at how relaxed Sunshine looked, gone were the smug, knowing looks leaving a blissful, satisfied cow. Sharon wondered if she had ever looked that happy.
Sharon repeated the process working her way down the stalls sending a trail of reeking, slick-reared cows stumbling to their post-costal meal. Bessy had also finished her side and now showed Sharon where and how to record the milk yields from each cow and how to drain the individual milk tanks into the main storage tanks. Bessy nodded at the main tanks, "Chuck, the man who dropped you off runs a small organic dairy farm up the road. For a cut of the sales he picks up our milk, processes it and bottles it for sale or cheese making and distributes it for us. Basically we just provide the milk and piggy-back on his operation. So once our cow's milk is in the big tank, it's not our responsibility anymore."
"Any questions?"
Sharon stood in the middle of the milking shed surrounded by the cows who were mooing, groaning and shouting in pleasure as their teats and nipples were sucked. Each, it seemed were building to, or arriving at orgasms, tensing and bellowing in joy. The entire milk shed smelled of milk and pussy. Sharon noticed the less changed cows took longer to warm up and build to an orgasm, while the most changed cowgirls seemed to come again and again in a tidal stream of orgasms. Ella bucked her hips tail flailing about as she had an orgasm that Sharon was partially responsible for. Sunshine threw her head back and screamed which tapered into a throaty moo. It was quite the spectical and Sharon felt herself growing warm and damp in response.
The individual milk collection tanks, each made of stainless steel, had a graduated glass window to show how much milk was being extracted from each cow. More transformed cows were filling their tanks up quickly, while the newest cows were only producing a little. Sharon wondered if they took pride in their milk yield, whether this was something the cows bullied each other over. Nettie squealed and shook as she came.
Bessy, giving Sharon a coy, appraising look wandered over. 'It'll be a few minutes still until they are done, but we should go over what to do when the milking is finished." Bertha and Gertie came and came and came again, drool hanging from their muzzles. "When the machines top you need to go to each cow and unhook them. Make certain the suction is off before you try and remove the milk cups, otherwise you'll hurt the cow. No one likes having their nipples yanked." Cornflower and Tulip, nearly simultaneously reached their first orgasm; Cornflower mewled quietly and tensed while Tulip joyfully arched her back and mooed. 'Then you need to clean off each teat using a different cup of washing fluid to prevent infection. Then it's a gentle slap to the rear and the cows are off for their morning feed. We want to keep them standing and walking for a while, since it takes a while for their milk channels to close, and we don't want gunk getting in there." Cookie looked over her shoulder at Sharon and smiled as much as she could with her muzzle and mooed deeply as she was shook by another orgasm. Sharon blushed deeply, and squeezed her thighs together, aware of the warm heat there.
Bessy walked over to a bank of lockers on one side and called over Sharon over. She opened the locker, hefted a large bag of feed and handed it to Sharon who staggered a bit under the weight. Bessy dragged out a second bag, and together they brought the feed bags over to the milking sheds exit. "This feed is to supplement their diet with all of the basic nutrients and vitamins that out cows need. It's a bit hard to get everything they need from grazing, especially for the less transformed cows, so the entire herd gets this stuff twice a day and the new cows will get a couple extra feeds near lunch and dinner time. There's also a few hoppers with similar oat treats scattered around the grazing land." Sharon nodded, trying not to be distracted by the ongoing noises of cow orgasms.
Bessy fiddled with a gate which blocked the entrance to the milk shed, and opened an attached side gate into a small corral lined with chest height feed troughs, some of which had a bench for leaning arms on attached in front. Bessy and Sharon dragged their feed bags into the corral. 'We want the cows to march right out here and to keep standing while they eat, so it's better to get the troughs loaded before milking time is over." Bessy grinned, "it also buys us a few more minutes for our own breakfast." Bessy slit open the bags of feed with a box cutter, and together the milkmaids lifted and poured each bag into the troughs, spreading the feed around evenly. Bessy nodded, "perfect, the girls should just about be done. Remember to cut the suction, remove the cups, dip the nipples, and send the cows on their way. They know to make their way here."
Bessy headed to the row of milking stalls along one wall, so Sharon went to the other. She approached Sunshine, who was smiling dreamily and swaying, crotch and thighs slick with juices. Sharon turned off the suction to both front and rear milking machines, carefully slipped off the milking cups from her four breasts and udder, and quickly dipped her teats in the cleaning solution. When Sunshine kept humming and swaying, Sharon gave her a gentle slap on her wide rear, eliciting a little grunt and start and Sunshine stood and on wobbly knees made her way to the shed door. Sharon was amazed at how loose and saggy her udder was, and how much smaller her breasts looked. Sharon was also pretty astounded at how relaxed Sunshine looked, gone were the smug, knowing looks leaving a blissful, satisfied cow. Sharon wondered if she had ever looked that happy.
Sharon repeated the process working her way down the stalls sending a trail of reeking, slick-reared cows stumbling to their post-costal meal. Bessy had also finished her side and now showed Sharon where and how to record the milk yields from each cow and how to drain the individual milk tanks into the main storage tanks. Bessy nodded at the main tanks, "Chuck, the man who dropped you off runs a small organic dairy farm up the road. For a cut of the sales he picks up our milk, processes it and bottles it for sale or cheese making and distributes it for us. Basically we just provide the milk and piggy-back on his operation. So once our cow's milk is in the big tank, it's not our responsibility anymore."
"Any questions?"
***
Episode 11: Breakfast
With the milking done and the cows sedately scooping feed into their mouths, Bessy lead Sharon back to the farmhouse. Sharon pulled off her work boots and mused how she should buy some gum boots for herself to wear for milking. Bessy meanwhile stepped out of her boots and shrugged off her overalls, leaving her clad only in her tight Henley top and a pair of Holstein print panties. She looked back over her shoulder as she skipped down the hall, "I make a big breakfast for myself each morning, it takes a lot of calories to keep up lactation. So as long as you aren't too picky, you can just help yourself to some of what I'm making. I'd appreciate it if you put on another pot of coffee though.' Sharon shook her head and grinned at her strange new housemate.
In the kitchen, Bessy was dumping a generous helping of oatmeal into a pot and covering it with an experienced pour of her own milk. She then placed a pair of heavy cast iron skillets on their and new induction cooktop and began to preheat them before going back to the fridge for eggs and bacon. Her cow print clad ass swung in the air, as she bent over to root around in the fridge. Finding her materials she broke a few eggs into a bowl, added some more of her milk, and scrambled them. She then dropped the bacon onto the larger skillet to fry, waiting for it to brown before she put on the eggs.
Sharon, meanwhile, hunted for the coffee. She eventually found a Tupperware container of whole beans, with the red-brown colour of a first crack roasting. She cracked the seal on the container and breathed in, purring at the smell of quality coffee. Bessy grinned at her from the range, where she was stirring the oatmeal, 'the secret to good coffee, my mother always said, is a good bean. Doesn't matter how you brew it, a good bean is always good." Sharon nodded with appreciation. She proceeded to grind the beans, charge the coffee machine, and set the coffee to brew.
Bessy had flipped the bacon, gotten the porridge to an acceptable consistency, and was just adding the eggs. She expertly stirred and fluffed and by the time the coffee was done she had the eggs and bacon piled onto plates and the porridge sitting on the table family style. Sharon fetched the pair mugs of coffee, reading "Good Moo-rning" and "I'll take my cream with coffee", while Bessy poured them both cups of chilled orange juice. "Help yourself," Bessy said, loading up her own plate and bowl and tucking in.
Sharon loaded her own plate, enjoying bessy's simple yet excellent cooking. Sharon took a sip of her coffee, and thought for a moment. "Something's been bothering me," she said. Bessy looked up, mid mouthful and raised her eyebrows. "About how you sell the milk, I mean. You say you give it all to another farmer and piggybacks on his supply chain. But that's kind of, well, dumb. You have a unique, boutique product that you could be selling directly to the customer. I know you can't bring them to the farm, (although, I imagine that would be quite the draw...), but you could be selling milk through the Internet or working out of farmers markets. Heck, you could even have the sales associated swear cow costumes, or even get a few treatments to look the part. The way you are doing this is leaving so much money on the table."
Bessy swallowed. "Someone is Ms. business. What did you do before this?"
Sharon blushed a little. "I was a junior lawyer in litigation court, but I studied business for my undergraduate.'
Bessy looked impressed. "What's a big city lawyer doing being a milkmaid on this here farm?" She drawled dramatically.
Sharon looked annoyed. 'My personal life was interfering with my life... I was dating a guy who fancied himself a sexy mad scientist. Among other things I ended up in court the day after he slipped me a dodger breast expansion potion and hit me accidentally with a bimboification ray." Sharon cleared her throat dramatically, and said in a high lilting voice, "like, hi your honour! I'm like totally blanking on the like, case law, but like my client is like, really really nice." Sharon leaned forward, pushed her breasts together and up in her shirt and batted her eyelashes at Bessy. "So I find myself in another line of work."
Bessy stifled a laugh, "that sounds mortifying." Sharon nodded and smiled wistfully.
Bessy sat up, 'as to the business model, you are forgetting the key fact. It's like, have you ever been to a ski resort?" Sharon nodded. 'Well, a lot of ski resorts are set up by land developers as an amenity to attract chalet buyers. They don't really care if the ski slopes make money, and are pretty happy when they break even. This milking farm is the same deal: the company sells transformations, this farm is just an amenity. Using someone else's distribution saves money and hiring staff and still let's us be mildly profitable. Good enough basically."
Sharon made a sour face, "It could be better..."
Bessy laughed, "of course! Oh hey, this is usually when I milk myself, do you mind?" Sharon shook her head that it was fine.
Bessy opened what Sharon had thought was a pantry and revealed a milking machine. Bessy returned to her seat and peeled off her clingy Henley, letting her four large breasts wobble free. She cleaned her nipples, making them stiffen to their full two inch length, massaged her tits, turned on the machine and adhered the four milking cups. She groaned happily and leaned back into the chair. Milk be fan to be taken up the machine and Bessy, clad only in her cow print panties, lidded her eyes and moaned, twisting in her chair. Bessy started to pant and spread her legs, pulling her panties taught across her large labia. Sharon could clearly see bessy's panties darken with fluid. Milk continued to spurt out of her tits and Bessy started to thrust a little in her seat. Sharon was getting uncomfortably hot from watching.
Sharon excused herself and left the kitchen. Bessy grunted. Sharon glanced back just in time to see Bessy slide her hand down the front of her panties, and start rubbing herself. Her breathing grew more ragged, more hoarse and faster as she fingered herself. Bessy mooed quietly, over and over, until she bucked her hips and mooed louder, biting her lips as she orgasmed. Sharon, watching felt herself flush and her pussy warm at the sight. She really needed a cold glass of water.
In the kitchen, Bessy was dumping a generous helping of oatmeal into a pot and covering it with an experienced pour of her own milk. She then placed a pair of heavy cast iron skillets on their and new induction cooktop and began to preheat them before going back to the fridge for eggs and bacon. Her cow print clad ass swung in the air, as she bent over to root around in the fridge. Finding her materials she broke a few eggs into a bowl, added some more of her milk, and scrambled them. She then dropped the bacon onto the larger skillet to fry, waiting for it to brown before she put on the eggs.
Sharon, meanwhile, hunted for the coffee. She eventually found a Tupperware container of whole beans, with the red-brown colour of a first crack roasting. She cracked the seal on the container and breathed in, purring at the smell of quality coffee. Bessy grinned at her from the range, where she was stirring the oatmeal, 'the secret to good coffee, my mother always said, is a good bean. Doesn't matter how you brew it, a good bean is always good." Sharon nodded with appreciation. She proceeded to grind the beans, charge the coffee machine, and set the coffee to brew.
Bessy had flipped the bacon, gotten the porridge to an acceptable consistency, and was just adding the eggs. She expertly stirred and fluffed and by the time the coffee was done she had the eggs and bacon piled onto plates and the porridge sitting on the table family style. Sharon fetched the pair mugs of coffee, reading "Good Moo-rning" and "I'll take my cream with coffee", while Bessy poured them both cups of chilled orange juice. "Help yourself," Bessy said, loading up her own plate and bowl and tucking in.
Sharon loaded her own plate, enjoying bessy's simple yet excellent cooking. Sharon took a sip of her coffee, and thought for a moment. "Something's been bothering me," she said. Bessy looked up, mid mouthful and raised her eyebrows. "About how you sell the milk, I mean. You say you give it all to another farmer and piggybacks on his supply chain. But that's kind of, well, dumb. You have a unique, boutique product that you could be selling directly to the customer. I know you can't bring them to the farm, (although, I imagine that would be quite the draw...), but you could be selling milk through the Internet or working out of farmers markets. Heck, you could even have the sales associated swear cow costumes, or even get a few treatments to look the part. The way you are doing this is leaving so much money on the table."
Bessy swallowed. "Someone is Ms. business. What did you do before this?"
Sharon blushed a little. "I was a junior lawyer in litigation court, but I studied business for my undergraduate.'
Bessy looked impressed. "What's a big city lawyer doing being a milkmaid on this here farm?" She drawled dramatically.
Sharon looked annoyed. 'My personal life was interfering with my life... I was dating a guy who fancied himself a sexy mad scientist. Among other things I ended up in court the day after he slipped me a dodger breast expansion potion and hit me accidentally with a bimboification ray." Sharon cleared her throat dramatically, and said in a high lilting voice, "like, hi your honour! I'm like totally blanking on the like, case law, but like my client is like, really really nice." Sharon leaned forward, pushed her breasts together and up in her shirt and batted her eyelashes at Bessy. "So I find myself in another line of work."
Bessy stifled a laugh, "that sounds mortifying." Sharon nodded and smiled wistfully.
Bessy sat up, 'as to the business model, you are forgetting the key fact. It's like, have you ever been to a ski resort?" Sharon nodded. 'Well, a lot of ski resorts are set up by land developers as an amenity to attract chalet buyers. They don't really care if the ski slopes make money, and are pretty happy when they break even. This milking farm is the same deal: the company sells transformations, this farm is just an amenity. Using someone else's distribution saves money and hiring staff and still let's us be mildly profitable. Good enough basically."
Sharon made a sour face, "It could be better..."
Bessy laughed, "of course! Oh hey, this is usually when I milk myself, do you mind?" Sharon shook her head that it was fine.
Bessy opened what Sharon had thought was a pantry and revealed a milking machine. Bessy returned to her seat and peeled off her clingy Henley, letting her four large breasts wobble free. She cleaned her nipples, making them stiffen to their full two inch length, massaged her tits, turned on the machine and adhered the four milking cups. She groaned happily and leaned back into the chair. Milk be fan to be taken up the machine and Bessy, clad only in her cow print panties, lidded her eyes and moaned, twisting in her chair. Bessy started to pant and spread her legs, pulling her panties taught across her large labia. Sharon could clearly see bessy's panties darken with fluid. Milk continued to spurt out of her tits and Bessy started to thrust a little in her seat. Sharon was getting uncomfortably hot from watching.
Sharon excused herself and left the kitchen. Bessy grunted. Sharon glanced back just in time to see Bessy slide her hand down the front of her panties, and start rubbing herself. Her breathing grew more ragged, more hoarse and faster as she fingered herself. Bessy mooed quietly, over and over, until she bucked her hips and mooed louder, biting her lips as she orgasmed. Sharon, watching felt herself flush and her pussy warm at the sight. She really needed a cold glass of water.
***
Episode 12: Grazeland
Sharon was leafing through a pulp western novel she found in the library, wistfully imagining herself as a cowgirl of the rancher sort when Bessy, positively glowing, sauntered into the room. She had pulled on a pair of loose cargo shorts, some hiking boots, and, to Sharon's delight, a wide brimmed cowboy hat. Sharon laughed and Bessy smirked. 'Laugh all you want greenhorn, but it gets stupid hot out there and you really need to wear a hat outside." She grinned evilly and handed Sharon a Holstein ball cap with "got milk" written on the fro not and novelty cowhorns on the side. Sharon groaned and Bessy tittered. "Now c'mon, there is work to do."
Sharon pulled on her workboots and followed Bessy, idly wondering if she had changed into fresh panties. She sniffed the air, detecting a faint whiff of pussy. Probably not.
The two milkmaids found the cowgirls where they left them in the feed pen. Except instead of a bunch of mindless cows shoveling food, they found their herd collected into little clumps. Bertha and Gertie stood away from the other cows, leaning their heads through the rail, chewing the spidery grass growing around the perimeter. Cornflower, Tulip, Bella and Nettie were standing in a circle chattering and laughing. It sounded like they were gossiping about milk yields. Nettie looked up, cocked one of her enormous hips, and smiled a greasy salesperson smile at Sharon. Arranged along the fence were the mean-cows, as Sharon was starting to think of them. Ella smiled and started to wave before Honeybun elbowed her in the side and mooed sternly. Cookie winked at Sharon and slowly licked the ip of her snout. Sunshine just stood still, staring and appraising Sharon. Sharon shivered a little under that judgemental gaze.
Bessy disappeared into a shed and came out carrying collars and a series of leads. She called the cows over and showed Sharon how to attach the collars to the cows, and the the two of them quickly had all of the cows strapped in. Then Bessy handed Sharon two leads and told her to grab two cows and they would start taking the herd to their grazing land. Sharon snapped up Cookie and Ella, while Bessy clipped on Bertha and Gertie. 'These two ladies actually need to graze these days, so I try to bring them out first and back in last." Sharon nodded.
As the walked up the service road at the centre of the farm, Bessy discussed the layout. The farm was a large 16 acre rectangle. The farmhouse, stable, milking shed, and main out buildings were located in the front zone of the farm, along with a lawn, a small orchard and vegetable garden. "I grow awesome tomatoes,' Bessy proudly declared. The rest of the farm was divided into fenced in grazing zones, with three running along the creek on the eastern border of the property and two large ones in the middle that met at small watering hole, which was filled from the creek. The grazing lands contained a larger feral orchard and was dotted with large shade trees. The back end of the property was lightly wooded and contained the cabin for the caretaker and was to be considered off limits. The reason for the divided grazing zones, Bessy explained, was that the herd could be rotated to prevent over grazing and to allow the small property to sustain the largest amount of cattle. Since most of their cows didn't graze much yet, the zones mostly acted as a mechanism to switch it up a little and keep things interesting for the cows. Today they were going to zone 2, which was one of the large watering hole zones.
It took a few minutes, but they reached the gate to the grazing zone, and sent the four cowgirls loose. Bertha and Gertie sedately started to munch away at the grass while Cookie and Ella made for a nearby shade tree, presumably to wait for Sunshine and Honeybun. Bessy indicated that they had to go back for the next group of cows.
As they walked Bessy turned to Sharon, "y'know, you don't look like someone who dated a breast obsessed mad scientist..." She gestured vaguely at Sharon's D cup breasts.
Sharon laughed, 'I started as an A Cup!"
Bessy smirked. 'That doesn't sound like a bad deal to me."
Sharon grinned. 'yeah, dating Jim wasn't all bad." She touched her breasts. "But before these d cups, I was stuck with double J cups for two weeks."
"Oh my god! What was that like!"
"It was really fun... At first. The sex was interesting. But after a couple days my back started to hurt and I could barely stand. And being that massive is a lot like being handcuffed, you have this big useless space in front of you and your arms are stuck at your sides. I had to "work from home sick", and even then I had to sit on an angle to my computer and type one handed. Having breasts that size is a lifestyle choice, and not one for me."
Bessy blushed. "Sometimes I fantasize about having breasts that large."
Sharon giggled. "As if having four lactating tits isn't kinky enough!" Bessy laughed too.
They arrived back at the feeding pen. Bessy told Sharon to leave behind Honeybun and Tulip. So Sharon harnessed Cornflower and Bella, while Bessy hooked up Nettie and Sunshine. Nettie and Sunshine at the ends of their leads eyed each other warily.
"Why are we leaving Honeybun and Tulip behind?" Sharon asked.
Bessy grinned laciviously, "because today is their turn to visit the Bulls."
Sharon pulled on her workboots and followed Bessy, idly wondering if she had changed into fresh panties. She sniffed the air, detecting a faint whiff of pussy. Probably not.
The two milkmaids found the cowgirls where they left them in the feed pen. Except instead of a bunch of mindless cows shoveling food, they found their herd collected into little clumps. Bertha and Gertie stood away from the other cows, leaning their heads through the rail, chewing the spidery grass growing around the perimeter. Cornflower, Tulip, Bella and Nettie were standing in a circle chattering and laughing. It sounded like they were gossiping about milk yields. Nettie looked up, cocked one of her enormous hips, and smiled a greasy salesperson smile at Sharon. Arranged along the fence were the mean-cows, as Sharon was starting to think of them. Ella smiled and started to wave before Honeybun elbowed her in the side and mooed sternly. Cookie winked at Sharon and slowly licked the ip of her snout. Sunshine just stood still, staring and appraising Sharon. Sharon shivered a little under that judgemental gaze.
Bessy disappeared into a shed and came out carrying collars and a series of leads. She called the cows over and showed Sharon how to attach the collars to the cows, and the the two of them quickly had all of the cows strapped in. Then Bessy handed Sharon two leads and told her to grab two cows and they would start taking the herd to their grazing land. Sharon snapped up Cookie and Ella, while Bessy clipped on Bertha and Gertie. 'These two ladies actually need to graze these days, so I try to bring them out first and back in last." Sharon nodded.
As the walked up the service road at the centre of the farm, Bessy discussed the layout. The farm was a large 16 acre rectangle. The farmhouse, stable, milking shed, and main out buildings were located in the front zone of the farm, along with a lawn, a small orchard and vegetable garden. "I grow awesome tomatoes,' Bessy proudly declared. The rest of the farm was divided into fenced in grazing zones, with three running along the creek on the eastern border of the property and two large ones in the middle that met at small watering hole, which was filled from the creek. The grazing lands contained a larger feral orchard and was dotted with large shade trees. The back end of the property was lightly wooded and contained the cabin for the caretaker and was to be considered off limits. The reason for the divided grazing zones, Bessy explained, was that the herd could be rotated to prevent over grazing and to allow the small property to sustain the largest amount of cattle. Since most of their cows didn't graze much yet, the zones mostly acted as a mechanism to switch it up a little and keep things interesting for the cows. Today they were going to zone 2, which was one of the large watering hole zones.
It took a few minutes, but they reached the gate to the grazing zone, and sent the four cowgirls loose. Bertha and Gertie sedately started to munch away at the grass while Cookie and Ella made for a nearby shade tree, presumably to wait for Sunshine and Honeybun. Bessy indicated that they had to go back for the next group of cows.
As they walked Bessy turned to Sharon, "y'know, you don't look like someone who dated a breast obsessed mad scientist..." She gestured vaguely at Sharon's D cup breasts.
Sharon laughed, 'I started as an A Cup!"
Bessy smirked. 'That doesn't sound like a bad deal to me."
Sharon grinned. 'yeah, dating Jim wasn't all bad." She touched her breasts. "But before these d cups, I was stuck with double J cups for two weeks."
"Oh my god! What was that like!"
"It was really fun... At first. The sex was interesting. But after a couple days my back started to hurt and I could barely stand. And being that massive is a lot like being handcuffed, you have this big useless space in front of you and your arms are stuck at your sides. I had to "work from home sick", and even then I had to sit on an angle to my computer and type one handed. Having breasts that size is a lifestyle choice, and not one for me."
Bessy blushed. "Sometimes I fantasize about having breasts that large."
Sharon giggled. "As if having four lactating tits isn't kinky enough!" Bessy laughed too.
They arrived back at the feeding pen. Bessy told Sharon to leave behind Honeybun and Tulip. So Sharon harnessed Cornflower and Bella, while Bessy hooked up Nettie and Sunshine. Nettie and Sunshine at the ends of their leads eyed each other warily.
"Why are we leaving Honeybun and Tulip behind?" Sharon asked.
Bessy grinned laciviously, "because today is their turn to visit the Bulls."
***
Episode 13: Honeybun and Samson
Bessy clipped Honeybun to a lead and lead her to Samson's pen. Sharon watched the cow grow adjitated and aroused as she walked. Honeybun started to breath heavily through her wide bovine nostrils her wide tongue licking her snout and lips. She ran her three fingered hands through her Holstein fur and massged her four massive breasts and stroking her udder, her teats engorging with desire. Her tail was already lifted high behind her showing off her shiney, slick, mostly bovine pussy. As unsteady as she was on her hooves, she managed to pass Sharon and Bessy and was tugging them towards the pen. Honeybun lowed with naked desire.
Samson stood just inside the gate looking out. His own breath billowing through his wide bovine nostrils, making the nose ring in his nose jiggle. He tossed his head and paced back and forth, muscles rippling, hardening cock bobbing impressively before him. Honeybun howled a moo and tugged at her lead, hooves scrabbling in the dirt. Samson snorted in appreciation.
Bessy showed Sharon the gate to the bull pen, which was a double gate system. She opened the first one and Honeybun scrambled in, falling to her knees in her haste. Bessy grinning unclipped Honeybun's lead, and stroked her back lovingly, familiarly, before giving her a playful slap on her haunches and helping her back to her hooves. Bessy closed the outer gate, but didn't immediately trigger the inner gate's mechanism.
Honeybun started to pace in the double gates, tail up and fanning her scent, mooing randily and panting. Her hands roamed her body, tugging teats, grabbing breast and udders, reading hung around and under her udder to stimulate her labia. Samson on the other side of the gate was also pacing, engorged cock bobbing with his heartbeat and every step, pawing the ground, nose deeply inhaling Honeybun's scent. Bull and cow were clearly working up into an animalistic frenzy. Bessy winked, her nipples clearly hard through her tight Henley shirt.
She triggered the inner gate mechanism.
Honeybun charged into the pen and into Samson's waiting arms. Both bellowed a lustful greeting, and Samson effortlessly lifted the cow into his arms and off her hooves, crushing her against his body. She clung to him and licked his muzzle while he bit her neck and cupped her wide ass with his strong hands. This position left Honeybun straddling Samson's long cock, the tip jutting out behind her ass and her labia grinding along the shaft. She lowed, spittle flying as she bucked against him, mashing her tits and udder against his strong chest. He howled in pleasure.
Bessy at the fence was watching intently, staring without blinking at the sensation, panting and pawing at the ground with her hiking boot. She shifted her hips and rubbed her thighs together. Sharon could tell she was aroused.
Honeybun pushed herself out of Samson's arms, and strutted around him, hips bucking and tail flailing in display. Samson, as if in a trance pursued her, sniffing the air and her pussy. The circling dance slowly drove Honeybun into a corner of the pen where she, mooing desperately, grabbed the fence, turned her back to Samson, and spread her legs wide, cow pussy in the air and udder hanging heavily between her legs. Samson bellowed and lunged onto her, pressing his chest against her back and scrabbling at her shoulders with his semi-bovine hands, leaving thing runnels of blood. She lowed below him as he put his weight on her, bucking her lips against him and dribbling spittle.
Bessy was still silently, raptly staring, not even blinking. She grabbed the rail herself, and leaned forward, her own hips bucking a little and the crotch of her shorts darkening with wet. She began to moo quietly.
Samson ground himself against Honeybun's back, and with a giant heave drove his bull-cock into his cow who screamed an ecstatic moo. The bull began to pump into the cow, thrusts that he generated with his huge hooves which slammed into the cow and rocked her forward. She strained with her arms to absorb the force of every impact, mooing in painful pleasure with every thrust and bucking against the bull. The bull growled as he upped the pace and Honeybun bellowed as he orgasmed, nearly being knocked snout-first into the fence. Samson didn't stop, instead doubling his force and speed and Honeybun screamed again, and again until with an echoing, tremulous bellow Samson thrust one more time and cum, lifting Honeybun right off her hooves and holding her as he spewed a torrent of his hot seed inside of her.
Bessy at the fence had, still in a state of mindless arousal, slid one of her hands down her unbuttoned shorts and was fingering herself, snorting and mooing and thrusting her hips, until when Samson bellowed she spammed in orgasm and emitted her own triumphant moo. She panted and seeing Sharon staring at her, blushed and snatched her hands out of panties, looking away.
Samson and honeybun stood pressed together for a moment, him still inside her, her mewling happily, until his softening cock retreated into it's sheath and slipped out of her allowing a seepage of bull spunk to drizzle out of her cunt and down her legs. They stepped apart and Samson stumbled off to find feed, while Honeybun sunk to her knees in a puddle of bull spunk, clutching her chest, a look of naked ecstasy on her face.
Sharon squirmed and hoped no one could see or smell just how wet she was.
Samson stood just inside the gate looking out. His own breath billowing through his wide bovine nostrils, making the nose ring in his nose jiggle. He tossed his head and paced back and forth, muscles rippling, hardening cock bobbing impressively before him. Honeybun howled a moo and tugged at her lead, hooves scrabbling in the dirt. Samson snorted in appreciation.
Bessy showed Sharon the gate to the bull pen, which was a double gate system. She opened the first one and Honeybun scrambled in, falling to her knees in her haste. Bessy grinning unclipped Honeybun's lead, and stroked her back lovingly, familiarly, before giving her a playful slap on her haunches and helping her back to her hooves. Bessy closed the outer gate, but didn't immediately trigger the inner gate's mechanism.
Honeybun started to pace in the double gates, tail up and fanning her scent, mooing randily and panting. Her hands roamed her body, tugging teats, grabbing breast and udders, reading hung around and under her udder to stimulate her labia. Samson on the other side of the gate was also pacing, engorged cock bobbing with his heartbeat and every step, pawing the ground, nose deeply inhaling Honeybun's scent. Bull and cow were clearly working up into an animalistic frenzy. Bessy winked, her nipples clearly hard through her tight Henley shirt.
She triggered the inner gate mechanism.
Honeybun charged into the pen and into Samson's waiting arms. Both bellowed a lustful greeting, and Samson effortlessly lifted the cow into his arms and off her hooves, crushing her against his body. She clung to him and licked his muzzle while he bit her neck and cupped her wide ass with his strong hands. This position left Honeybun straddling Samson's long cock, the tip jutting out behind her ass and her labia grinding along the shaft. She lowed, spittle flying as she bucked against him, mashing her tits and udder against his strong chest. He howled in pleasure.
Bessy at the fence was watching intently, staring without blinking at the sensation, panting and pawing at the ground with her hiking boot. She shifted her hips and rubbed her thighs together. Sharon could tell she was aroused.
Honeybun pushed herself out of Samson's arms, and strutted around him, hips bucking and tail flailing in display. Samson, as if in a trance pursued her, sniffing the air and her pussy. The circling dance slowly drove Honeybun into a corner of the pen where she, mooing desperately, grabbed the fence, turned her back to Samson, and spread her legs wide, cow pussy in the air and udder hanging heavily between her legs. Samson bellowed and lunged onto her, pressing his chest against her back and scrabbling at her shoulders with his semi-bovine hands, leaving thing runnels of blood. She lowed below him as he put his weight on her, bucking her lips against him and dribbling spittle.
Bessy was still silently, raptly staring, not even blinking. She grabbed the rail herself, and leaned forward, her own hips bucking a little and the crotch of her shorts darkening with wet. She began to moo quietly.
Samson ground himself against Honeybun's back, and with a giant heave drove his bull-cock into his cow who screamed an ecstatic moo. The bull began to pump into the cow, thrusts that he generated with his huge hooves which slammed into the cow and rocked her forward. She strained with her arms to absorb the force of every impact, mooing in painful pleasure with every thrust and bucking against the bull. The bull growled as he upped the pace and Honeybun bellowed as he orgasmed, nearly being knocked snout-first into the fence. Samson didn't stop, instead doubling his force and speed and Honeybun screamed again, and again until with an echoing, tremulous bellow Samson thrust one more time and cum, lifting Honeybun right off her hooves and holding her as he spewed a torrent of his hot seed inside of her.
Bessy at the fence had, still in a state of mindless arousal, slid one of her hands down her unbuttoned shorts and was fingering herself, snorting and mooing and thrusting her hips, until when Samson bellowed she spammed in orgasm and emitted her own triumphant moo. She panted and seeing Sharon staring at her, blushed and snatched her hands out of panties, looking away.
Samson and honeybun stood pressed together for a moment, him still inside her, her mewling happily, until his softening cock retreated into it's sheath and slipped out of her allowing a seepage of bull spunk to drizzle out of her cunt and down her legs. They stepped apart and Samson stumbled off to find feed, while Honeybun sunk to her knees in a puddle of bull spunk, clutching her chest, a look of naked ecstasy on her face.
Sharon squirmed and hoped no one could see or smell just how wet she was.
***
Episode 14: Tulip Visits Angus
In the pen, Angus gentler pushed Tulip off his penis and lowered her to the ground on her back. He knelt over her and kissed her, his heavy scrotum resting on her thigh. We worked his way down her body, kissing here and there, licking her breasts, biting her teats, and then sliding his nose down her stomach until he reached her nascent udder. Here he paused licking and kneading, sucking on the buds of her new teats, making Tulip squeal and moo and beg. Angus moved lower, lips now brushing Tulip's pink, human pussy. He began to lick and kiss and suck, lapping at her labia, dipping his tongue inside her. tulip squirmed and mooed, panting and grabbing onto Angus's horns to hold him to her crotch. Angus steadily kept at it, being pateint and thorough while Tulip bucked and pleaded and gasped until finally, with a groaned moo, she arched her back and whooped in orgasm.
Sharon was getting hot. Her pussy she could feel was enflamed and slick, and she could feel herself panting a little. It had been a long time since she last had sex, and Watching the beautiful Angus and Tulip make love was turning her on. Turning her on a lot, actually, as she herself rubbed her thighs together and hugged her chest. Watching Samson and Honeybun had been sexy, but too animalistic and strange for her to want it for herself. But this, this was sexy and tender and skillful. Sharon bit her lip.
She shot a guilty glance at Bessy who was still facing away from the pen, but now had eyes squeezed shut, and her ears covered. Her shorts were damp through the crotch. Sharon realized she wasn't watching.
Taking a deep breath, Sharon slid her hand down the front of her pants and into her underwear. She began to rub her engorged clit.
As Sharon watched, Tulip pushed herself up to a sitting position and with a playful moo, tackled Angus onto his back and straddled his lap. Laughing she pulled his face to her tits, where he licked and kissed. She raised herself up, and with a grunt inserted his massive member into her pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto it, straining with his girth. She mewled, and started to slowly rock her hips around the cock buried inside her. Angus groaned and continued to nuzzle her gigantic breasts and began to massage and fondle her nascent udder. Tulip mooed happily and began to rock herself faster, to buck her hips and thrust away riding Angus like a cowgirl. Angus raised his hips and and angled his body, giving Tulip a better angle. She mooed again, and grabbing Angus horns and mashing his face into her tits, arched her back and bellowed in orgasm.
Sharon gasped and slid her finger into herself.... and then stopped herself. She couldn't be doing this. She couldn't fuck herself while watching her charges have sex. She wasn't this person. Was she? Guiltily she pulled her slick fingers out of her underwear and wiped them on the inside of her shirt.
Fuck if she wasn't horny though.
Angus tried grasped her hips tighter, clearly preparing to work towards his own orgasm. Tulip laughed in delight and pushed him back, swinging her legs around, she rotated on his cock and started to fuck Angus reverse cowgirl. Angus grunted and groaned. Tulip glanced back over her shoulder, and bit her lip, hands raised to fondle and crush her breasts. She then began to thrust against Angus, bucking wildly, while Angus desperately thrusted against her. He snorted and gasped, and she mooed happily, until he bucked mightily against her and erupted inside her. She whooped and bellowed again, orgasming one last time.
Mooing happily Tulip slid off of his softening cock, semen running down her legs. She crawled on all fours onto Angus and sank into his arms, where the cow and bull cuddled in the dirt.
Sharon needed a cold shower.
Bessy gave the lovers a few minutes to bask, before hollaring at Tulip to come to the gate. She gave Angus a peck, told him she couldn't wait to see him in two weeks, and with a happy and wistful look on her face walked bow legged to the gate.
While leading Tulip back to the feed lot to collect Honeybun, Bessy kept sniffing the air and shot Sharon an inquisitive look. Sharon blushed and looked away.
Sharon was getting hot. Her pussy she could feel was enflamed and slick, and she could feel herself panting a little. It had been a long time since she last had sex, and Watching the beautiful Angus and Tulip make love was turning her on. Turning her on a lot, actually, as she herself rubbed her thighs together and hugged her chest. Watching Samson and Honeybun had been sexy, but too animalistic and strange for her to want it for herself. But this, this was sexy and tender and skillful. Sharon bit her lip.
She shot a guilty glance at Bessy who was still facing away from the pen, but now had eyes squeezed shut, and her ears covered. Her shorts were damp through the crotch. Sharon realized she wasn't watching.
Taking a deep breath, Sharon slid her hand down the front of her pants and into her underwear. She began to rub her engorged clit.
As Sharon watched, Tulip pushed herself up to a sitting position and with a playful moo, tackled Angus onto his back and straddled his lap. Laughing she pulled his face to her tits, where he licked and kissed. She raised herself up, and with a grunt inserted his massive member into her pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto it, straining with his girth. She mewled, and started to slowly rock her hips around the cock buried inside her. Angus groaned and continued to nuzzle her gigantic breasts and began to massage and fondle her nascent udder. Tulip mooed happily and began to rock herself faster, to buck her hips and thrust away riding Angus like a cowgirl. Angus raised his hips and and angled his body, giving Tulip a better angle. She mooed again, and grabbing Angus horns and mashing his face into her tits, arched her back and bellowed in orgasm.
Sharon gasped and slid her finger into herself.... and then stopped herself. She couldn't be doing this. She couldn't fuck herself while watching her charges have sex. She wasn't this person. Was she? Guiltily she pulled her slick fingers out of her underwear and wiped them on the inside of her shirt.
Fuck if she wasn't horny though.
Angus tried grasped her hips tighter, clearly preparing to work towards his own orgasm. Tulip laughed in delight and pushed him back, swinging her legs around, she rotated on his cock and started to fuck Angus reverse cowgirl. Angus grunted and groaned. Tulip glanced back over her shoulder, and bit her lip, hands raised to fondle and crush her breasts. She then began to thrust against Angus, bucking wildly, while Angus desperately thrusted against her. He snorted and gasped, and she mooed happily, until he bucked mightily against her and erupted inside her. She whooped and bellowed again, orgasming one last time.
Mooing happily Tulip slid off of his softening cock, semen running down her legs. She crawled on all fours onto Angus and sank into his arms, where the cow and bull cuddled in the dirt.
Sharon needed a cold shower.
Bessy gave the lovers a few minutes to bask, before hollaring at Tulip to come to the gate. She gave Angus a peck, told him she couldn't wait to see him in two weeks, and with a happy and wistful look on her face walked bow legged to the gate.
While leading Tulip back to the feed lot to collect Honeybun, Bessy kept sniffing the air and shot Sharon an inquisitive look. Sharon blushed and looked away.
***
Episode 15: Afternoon on the Farm
The rest of the afternoon flew by, there was so much to do.
After depositing Tulip and Honeybun with the herd, Bessy took Sharon for a ride in one of the farms all-terrain golfcart, checking on the herd and giving Sharon a tour of the graze lands. They drove a lap of the grounds, Bessy pointing out feeding hutches, which she explained had animal proof openings that the cows could open, except of course, the quadruped cows, who were fine grazing. Bessy also showed Sharon the hedgerow that demarcated the caretakers area that the milkmaids were instructed to avoid. Sharon stared through the trees, and thought she could make out a quant little wooden cabin and maybe the motion of a figure chopping wood. Bessy picked up speed to get some distance.
On the way back to the main farm, Bessy let Sharon take control of the vehicle and talked her through driving it. It was basically just a little car, so Sharon was able to pick it up pretty quickly. Bessy insisted that Sharon perform some awesome donuts and power slides as part of mastering the vehicle, which left both milkmaids laughing happily. Sharon raced back to the main building.
Their next duty as milkmaids was to supply the afternoon feed to the cows. To do this Bessy opened another door from the little garage the golfcarts were kept in and pulled out a small aluminum trailer with storage racks in the centre with tough long metal troughs attached along either side above the wheel wells. Bessy and Sharon dragged the trailer out and attached it to a hitch on the golfcart, and then hefted two large bags of feed onto the trailer racks. The pair then drove out to the grazelands, where they found the cowgirls congregating near the waterhole. At the sight of the feed cart the less transformed cowgirls headed for them. Bessy slashed open the feedbags and the milkmaids filled the feed troughs. The cows converged on the feed and stuffed their faces happily, chattering now and then and bumping shoulders. Sunshine, Sharon noticed was afforded a particularly spacious bit of trough, flanked by Cookie and Ella. Honeybun ate away from her clique and spent her time eating right in Nettie's space. Jerks, Sharon thought.
When feeding time was over the cows had eaten an impressive amount of feed, although there was still a significant amount of food left in both troughs. Bessy and Sharon slowly drove the feed over to another grazing zone, one of the creek ones, that they planned to use the next day and shovelled the left over feed into the static feed hoppers. It was sweaty work, and Bessy took off her shirt, four breasts flapping as she worked. Sharon settled for rolling up her sleeves and jeans, and tying her shirt up a bit, but she had to admit she was very tempted to go shirtless herself. The work done, Bessy announced it was lunchtime.
Sharon made sandwiches for lunch, which they ate with a cold glass of Bessy's milk. Sharon feared she was developing a taste for it, but Bessy seemed quite proud of Sharon's enjoyment of it. After the meal Bessy excused herself for a phone date with her husband before he started his overnight drive so Sharon cleaned up the kitchen and picked out a trashy romance novel from the farm's library to enjoy. She settled on one about Canara, a female Conan rip-off about a barbarian queen who has sexy adventures. She figured it would be good for a laugh.
After launch the milkmaids went out to the grazing lands to check up on the herd. Bessy explained that when Sharon was more experienced they could divide the labour a bit more, since it was preferred that one of them was mostly available to watch the cows. Which, it turns out, was mostly sitting somewhere with a view with a pair of binoculars and driving over to any trouble that develops. Since it was almost always time spent sitting around Bessy recommended bringing a book and that she'd be happy to recommend her favourites from the library. She giggled when Sharon admitted to picking out Canara: The Vulvan Queen. To kill the time on this trip Bessy revealed that she'd brought a Scrabble board and that when they played cow words would all be worth triple score. Bessy eventually won on "UDDER".
The last task of the afternoon was gathering the cows for the evening milking. Bessy drove the golfcart to the gate to the grazeland and rang a large music triangle which brought the cows shuffling over, hefting their uncomfortably distended udders and breasts. Bessy grabbed a couple leads from the cart and suggested Sharon go on ahead, since Bessy wanted her to take point on milking this time. Sharon took a deep breath and nodded. She could do this.
After depositing Tulip and Honeybun with the herd, Bessy took Sharon for a ride in one of the farms all-terrain golfcart, checking on the herd and giving Sharon a tour of the graze lands. They drove a lap of the grounds, Bessy pointing out feeding hutches, which she explained had animal proof openings that the cows could open, except of course, the quadruped cows, who were fine grazing. Bessy also showed Sharon the hedgerow that demarcated the caretakers area that the milkmaids were instructed to avoid. Sharon stared through the trees, and thought she could make out a quant little wooden cabin and maybe the motion of a figure chopping wood. Bessy picked up speed to get some distance.
On the way back to the main farm, Bessy let Sharon take control of the vehicle and talked her through driving it. It was basically just a little car, so Sharon was able to pick it up pretty quickly. Bessy insisted that Sharon perform some awesome donuts and power slides as part of mastering the vehicle, which left both milkmaids laughing happily. Sharon raced back to the main building.
Their next duty as milkmaids was to supply the afternoon feed to the cows. To do this Bessy opened another door from the little garage the golfcarts were kept in and pulled out a small aluminum trailer with storage racks in the centre with tough long metal troughs attached along either side above the wheel wells. Bessy and Sharon dragged the trailer out and attached it to a hitch on the golfcart, and then hefted two large bags of feed onto the trailer racks. The pair then drove out to the grazelands, where they found the cowgirls congregating near the waterhole. At the sight of the feed cart the less transformed cowgirls headed for them. Bessy slashed open the feedbags and the milkmaids filled the feed troughs. The cows converged on the feed and stuffed their faces happily, chattering now and then and bumping shoulders. Sunshine, Sharon noticed was afforded a particularly spacious bit of trough, flanked by Cookie and Ella. Honeybun ate away from her clique and spent her time eating right in Nettie's space. Jerks, Sharon thought.
When feeding time was over the cows had eaten an impressive amount of feed, although there was still a significant amount of food left in both troughs. Bessy and Sharon slowly drove the feed over to another grazing zone, one of the creek ones, that they planned to use the next day and shovelled the left over feed into the static feed hoppers. It was sweaty work, and Bessy took off her shirt, four breasts flapping as she worked. Sharon settled for rolling up her sleeves and jeans, and tying her shirt up a bit, but she had to admit she was very tempted to go shirtless herself. The work done, Bessy announced it was lunchtime.
Sharon made sandwiches for lunch, which they ate with a cold glass of Bessy's milk. Sharon feared she was developing a taste for it, but Bessy seemed quite proud of Sharon's enjoyment of it. After the meal Bessy excused herself for a phone date with her husband before he started his overnight drive so Sharon cleaned up the kitchen and picked out a trashy romance novel from the farm's library to enjoy. She settled on one about Canara, a female Conan rip-off about a barbarian queen who has sexy adventures. She figured it would be good for a laugh.
After launch the milkmaids went out to the grazing lands to check up on the herd. Bessy explained that when Sharon was more experienced they could divide the labour a bit more, since it was preferred that one of them was mostly available to watch the cows. Which, it turns out, was mostly sitting somewhere with a view with a pair of binoculars and driving over to any trouble that develops. Since it was almost always time spent sitting around Bessy recommended bringing a book and that she'd be happy to recommend her favourites from the library. She giggled when Sharon admitted to picking out Canara: The Vulvan Queen. To kill the time on this trip Bessy revealed that she'd brought a Scrabble board and that when they played cow words would all be worth triple score. Bessy eventually won on "UDDER".
The last task of the afternoon was gathering the cows for the evening milking. Bessy drove the golfcart to the gate to the grazeland and rang a large music triangle which brought the cows shuffling over, hefting their uncomfortably distended udders and breasts. Bessy grabbed a couple leads from the cart and suggested Sharon go on ahead, since Bessy wanted her to take point on milking this time. Sharon took a deep breath and nodded. She could do this.
***
Episode 16: Evening Milking
Bessy and Sharon brought Ella and Cookie with them to the milking shed. Bessy released the cows and they eagerly made their way to their milking stalls and assumed their milking posture. Bessy grinned at Sharon and beckoned for her to get to it, and dug an old milking stool out to sit on and watch. Sharon took a deep breath, and mentally reviewed the procedure, clean the teats, massage the breasts and udders, dry the teats, affix the milking cups. She could do this.
Sharon grabbed her supplies and approached Ella first, who smiled encouragingly over her shoulder. Sharon stepped up to the naked cow, running her hand along her smooth back again, breathing in the reek of her arousal and scent of her day in the field. Ella shivered in anticipation. Sharon pulled on clean gloves and dipped Ella's four nipples in the cleaning solution, and then massaged her four breasts, grinning when Ella mooed happily in appreciation. Sharon efficiently dried Ella's nipples, turned on the suction of the milking machine and affixed Ella's four milking cups. Ella gasped, and then moaned in relief as the milking started. "Guh-great job!," she panted. Sharon smiled.
Bessy grinning waved at Sharon. 'Perfect!" She called, "I'll leave you to it and bring the rest of the cows." Bessy skipped off.
Sharon approached cookie who mooed impatiently. Sharon again cupped a handful of the cows flank and slid her hand along the cows back as she crawled around Cookie to get better access to her breasts and udder. Cookie mooed happily and batted Sharon with her tail as she moved around her. Sharon gloved, cleaned and massaged Cookie's breasts gaining an approving moo from Cookie, before drying and attaching cups. Cookie mooed long and hard in aroused joy. Sharon then tackled her udder, again repeating the process and eliciting ecstatic moos from the cow while she massaged her heavy, taught udder while her breasts were being milked. Sharon was just finishing when cookie bucked in her hands and mooed in orgasm. Sharon blushed at the intimacy of the moment before drying the udder teats and affixing Cookie's last four milking cups. Apparently cows loved having their udders played with while already being milked. Something, Sharon noted, that she might be able to use to reward good cows and make friends. Cookie glanced back at Sharon and made pleased eye contact before she mooed again in orgasm.
Ella in the next stall bellowed in joy as she came for the first time.
Bessy meanwhile had retrieved Honeybun and Tulip who both made their way to their stalls. Bessy mentioned that Tulip's udder wasn't lactating enough for two milking yet and then ducked out to get the next cows. Sharon dutifully hooked both cowgirls up, two breasts and a quad/udder combo, laughing at the way Honeybun's fur tickled her as she hooked her up. She also smirked when she noticed the dried bull cum stuck to both cows thighs. Soon both cows were being milked and mooing in pleasure, Honeybun orgasming almost immediately.
Bessy then delivered Sunshine and Cornflower. Sharon did Cornflower first, quickly hooking up her two large breasts. Sunshine scowled impatiently at Sharon and muttered, "hurry up." But once Sharon started hooking up Sunshine she melted under Sharon's touch like the rest and her scowl was replaced by a look of pleasure and relief. Sharon stroked her udder after starting milking, causing Sunshine to orgasm explosively with a thunderous moo and splash of vaguna juices. Sharon suppressed a giggle, Sunshine was a squirter. She patted Sunshine's haunches and got ready for the next cow.
Bessy delivered Nettie and Bella next. Sharon found herself in the flow and quickly had Bella's four breasts hooked up and Nettie's two gigantic breasts and her sad little udder milking. Both cows quickly devolved into the same pleasurable frenzy as the rest of the herd. Sharon actually had a moment to kill before the last cows were delivered so she examined the bloom of Bella's still very human labia, flared wide and pink, freely weeping juices. Sharon took a deep shuddering breath.
Finally Bessy returned with Bertha and Gertie. These two cows sedately entered their stalls, still munching on their cud from grazing. Sharon quickly went through the check list, getting mild moos in response until she attached the milk cups and began milking the two cows which caused them to orgasm nearly immediately. They screeched inhumanly and stamped their hooves, bucking as waves of pleasure ran through them. Sharon took a step back from them, a little worried for her safety around the surprisingly massive cows. She looked at their eyes, wild and wide, the spittle shooting out of their lips. They looked in out of their minds with pleasure, but also out of their minds with animalistic lust. Sharon found them a little scary.
Bessy seeing the cows were all hooked up was busy preparing the feed lot for the cows after their milking. This meant that Sharon had a quiet moment with the barn to herself surrounded by orgasming cows. She realized she was breathing deep and ragged, that her pussy was again hot and wet and needy. Sharon was pretty much straight, only really interested in men, but the sight of ten women debasing themselves as cows as they thrashed in orgasm was deeply arousing. She couldn't help but look at all of the heavy breasts and udders that she had been massaging, that she had been pleasuring. She couldn't help but smell the reek of pussy and arousal that filled the milking shed, see the splayed and wet pussies of the naked cows pointing into the centre of the room below raised and thrashing tails. Sharon couldn't help but hear the screams and cries and moos of ecstasy that filled the room to the rafters. Couldn't help but feel the commitment and debasement of the M brand scars on the cows flanks, white and smooth on the older cows but pink and puffy still on the newer. Sharon took a deep breath, trying to still her hammering heart. This was sexy, but she didn't want it for herself. She was here as a professional milkmaid, she had to keep her head clear. She wasn't a cow pervert.
Still though.... Sharon moaned a little and rubbed her thighs together hoping no one noticed.
Sharon grabbed her supplies and approached Ella first, who smiled encouragingly over her shoulder. Sharon stepped up to the naked cow, running her hand along her smooth back again, breathing in the reek of her arousal and scent of her day in the field. Ella shivered in anticipation. Sharon pulled on clean gloves and dipped Ella's four nipples in the cleaning solution, and then massaged her four breasts, grinning when Ella mooed happily in appreciation. Sharon efficiently dried Ella's nipples, turned on the suction of the milking machine and affixed Ella's four milking cups. Ella gasped, and then moaned in relief as the milking started. "Guh-great job!," she panted. Sharon smiled.
Bessy grinning waved at Sharon. 'Perfect!" She called, "I'll leave you to it and bring the rest of the cows." Bessy skipped off.
Sharon approached cookie who mooed impatiently. Sharon again cupped a handful of the cows flank and slid her hand along the cows back as she crawled around Cookie to get better access to her breasts and udder. Cookie mooed happily and batted Sharon with her tail as she moved around her. Sharon gloved, cleaned and massaged Cookie's breasts gaining an approving moo from Cookie, before drying and attaching cups. Cookie mooed long and hard in aroused joy. Sharon then tackled her udder, again repeating the process and eliciting ecstatic moos from the cow while she massaged her heavy, taught udder while her breasts were being milked. Sharon was just finishing when cookie bucked in her hands and mooed in orgasm. Sharon blushed at the intimacy of the moment before drying the udder teats and affixing Cookie's last four milking cups. Apparently cows loved having their udders played with while already being milked. Something, Sharon noted, that she might be able to use to reward good cows and make friends. Cookie glanced back at Sharon and made pleased eye contact before she mooed again in orgasm.
Ella in the next stall bellowed in joy as she came for the first time.
Bessy meanwhile had retrieved Honeybun and Tulip who both made their way to their stalls. Bessy mentioned that Tulip's udder wasn't lactating enough for two milking yet and then ducked out to get the next cows. Sharon dutifully hooked both cowgirls up, two breasts and a quad/udder combo, laughing at the way Honeybun's fur tickled her as she hooked her up. She also smirked when she noticed the dried bull cum stuck to both cows thighs. Soon both cows were being milked and mooing in pleasure, Honeybun orgasming almost immediately.
Bessy then delivered Sunshine and Cornflower. Sharon did Cornflower first, quickly hooking up her two large breasts. Sunshine scowled impatiently at Sharon and muttered, "hurry up." But once Sharon started hooking up Sunshine she melted under Sharon's touch like the rest and her scowl was replaced by a look of pleasure and relief. Sharon stroked her udder after starting milking, causing Sunshine to orgasm explosively with a thunderous moo and splash of vaguna juices. Sharon suppressed a giggle, Sunshine was a squirter. She patted Sunshine's haunches and got ready for the next cow.
Bessy delivered Nettie and Bella next. Sharon found herself in the flow and quickly had Bella's four breasts hooked up and Nettie's two gigantic breasts and her sad little udder milking. Both cows quickly devolved into the same pleasurable frenzy as the rest of the herd. Sharon actually had a moment to kill before the last cows were delivered so she examined the bloom of Bella's still very human labia, flared wide and pink, freely weeping juices. Sharon took a deep shuddering breath.
Finally Bessy returned with Bertha and Gertie. These two cows sedately entered their stalls, still munching on their cud from grazing. Sharon quickly went through the check list, getting mild moos in response until she attached the milk cups and began milking the two cows which caused them to orgasm nearly immediately. They screeched inhumanly and stamped their hooves, bucking as waves of pleasure ran through them. Sharon took a step back from them, a little worried for her safety around the surprisingly massive cows. She looked at their eyes, wild and wide, the spittle shooting out of their lips. They looked in out of their minds with pleasure, but also out of their minds with animalistic lust. Sharon found them a little scary.
Bessy seeing the cows were all hooked up was busy preparing the feed lot for the cows after their milking. This meant that Sharon had a quiet moment with the barn to herself surrounded by orgasming cows. She realized she was breathing deep and ragged, that her pussy was again hot and wet and needy. Sharon was pretty much straight, only really interested in men, but the sight of ten women debasing themselves as cows as they thrashed in orgasm was deeply arousing. She couldn't help but look at all of the heavy breasts and udders that she had been massaging, that she had been pleasuring. She couldn't help but smell the reek of pussy and arousal that filled the milking shed, see the splayed and wet pussies of the naked cows pointing into the centre of the room below raised and thrashing tails. Sharon couldn't help but hear the screams and cries and moos of ecstasy that filled the room to the rafters. Couldn't help but feel the commitment and debasement of the M brand scars on the cows flanks, white and smooth on the older cows but pink and puffy still on the newer. Sharon took a deep breath, trying to still her hammering heart. This was sexy, but she didn't want it for herself. She was here as a professional milkmaid, she had to keep her head clear. She wasn't a cow pervert.
Still though.... Sharon moaned a little and rubbed her thighs together hoping no one noticed.
***
Episode 17: Nettie
As the milking winded down, Sharon and Bessy made the rounds of the cows, noting their evening production numbers. Bessy showed Sharon the trends, and commented on the things to watch out for with every cow. She talked about how much Tulip needed to bring her udder production up before she justified twice a day milking. Bessy also discussed how Nettie's breast production numbers were really good, among the best and getting better, but her udder production remained low and stagnant. It was an area of serious concern. Nettie looked sad hearing the facts. Bessy handed the records to Sharon and had her enter the final numbers as practice.
The milking timer went off and Bessy announced that Sharon would be responsible for unhooking all of the cows. She stayed to watch Sharon unhook Ella, her first, watching Sharon turn off suction, remove the milk cups, clean the cows teats, and sending the cow to the feed lot. Bessy nodded approval and announced that Sharon was on her own while she would get started on their dinner.
Sharon nodded and got to work, stroking the satisfied cows before unhooking them and sending them stumbling off for food, mooing happily. Sharon found this job pretty relaxing, a bit how she imagined it was to work at a petting zoo: the post-milking cows really behaved like tame and happy little animals. Other than the troublesome sexual tension, Sharon could really get used to this job. She smiled.
She then noticed that Nettie was hanging around the milking shed, clearly waiting to talk to Sharon. Sharon waved at the cow, and Nettie nervously smiled back and scrambled over. "Hi, I'm Sharon."
Nettie grinned awkwardly and nodded. "I know, I heard it... I mean, uh, hi I'm Nettie!" she stammered. "It's, uh, very nice to meet moo... I mean, you!"
"It's nice to meet you too. Did you have a good milking?"
"Yes." Nettie nodded eagerly, but didn't offer any other information.
Sharon tried again: "Did you have a nice day?"
Nettie nodded again. "Yeah." But when Sharon didn't answer she continued, "I mean, it was a lot like every other day. There is a lot of routine in being a cow. The milking was really... nice and spending the day grazing is relaxing..."
Sharon could tell Nettie was a lifelong outsider. She had that special combination of emotional availability, awkwardness, and desperate need to be like that made people vulnerable to bullying. In a lot of ways, Sharon thought she reminded her of her ex-boyfriend Jim who had been bullied mercilessly in high school before she met him. Sharon remembered hearing stories about the mean girls at his school, Robin, Shannon, and that bimbo Brenda and how awful a time he had of it. Sharon was pretty sure his modern insecurities had their roots in that time. Sharon smiled at Nettie, "I'm sensing a but..."
Nettie blushed, "Well... it's nothing... but well, I'm not sure if you've noticed since you're new, but the herd has some social friction?" Sharon nodded, she had noticed. Nettie took a deep breath, "And maybe you've noticed that Sunshine is kind of a jerk, to me and my friends."
Sharon herself probably related to Sunshine more than Nettie. When she was in high school, she didn't think she was mean exactly, but she definitely was one of the popular girls and her friend Marjorie Mandelberg was a total bitch. And maybe her friends Bridgett and Kim were a little mean too. Her best friend Alicia was a sweetheart though, which Sharon hoped meant that she managed to be an okay person too. She wondered what those girls were up to these days, she lost touch with them during college.
Nettie stapled on a greasy smile and said, "You know, you could help me with Sunshine. As a milkmaid, you have a lot of power here and maybe you could help me and my friends.... Maybe be a little stricter with Sunshine...."
Sharon sighed. Nettie it seemed wasn't just an awkward neurotic cow, she was also manipulative victim. Sharon saw these people all the time when she was a litigator: people who always felt wronged and went to insane lengths to get back at perceived slights. They were often worse bullies than their original abusers. Sharon would have to keep an eye on Nettie in the future.
But Sharon would have to deal with her now. "Nettie, it's my job to be fair here. If anyone is being a jerk, I'll try to do something, but I'm not going to single one cow out to punish indiscriminately. I'm sorry, but I'm not in the business of handing out special treatment."
Nettie smiled her greasy smile again, although this time it didn't reach her eyes which flashed dangerously. Sharon would definitely have to keep an eye on her.
The milking timer went off and Bessy announced that Sharon would be responsible for unhooking all of the cows. She stayed to watch Sharon unhook Ella, her first, watching Sharon turn off suction, remove the milk cups, clean the cows teats, and sending the cow to the feed lot. Bessy nodded approval and announced that Sharon was on her own while she would get started on their dinner.
Sharon nodded and got to work, stroking the satisfied cows before unhooking them and sending them stumbling off for food, mooing happily. Sharon found this job pretty relaxing, a bit how she imagined it was to work at a petting zoo: the post-milking cows really behaved like tame and happy little animals. Other than the troublesome sexual tension, Sharon could really get used to this job. She smiled.
She then noticed that Nettie was hanging around the milking shed, clearly waiting to talk to Sharon. Sharon waved at the cow, and Nettie nervously smiled back and scrambled over. "Hi, I'm Sharon."
Nettie grinned awkwardly and nodded. "I know, I heard it... I mean, uh, hi I'm Nettie!" she stammered. "It's, uh, very nice to meet moo... I mean, you!"
"It's nice to meet you too. Did you have a good milking?"
"Yes." Nettie nodded eagerly, but didn't offer any other information.
Sharon tried again: "Did you have a nice day?"
Nettie nodded again. "Yeah." But when Sharon didn't answer she continued, "I mean, it was a lot like every other day. There is a lot of routine in being a cow. The milking was really... nice and spending the day grazing is relaxing..."
Sharon could tell Nettie was a lifelong outsider. She had that special combination of emotional availability, awkwardness, and desperate need to be like that made people vulnerable to bullying. In a lot of ways, Sharon thought she reminded her of her ex-boyfriend Jim who had been bullied mercilessly in high school before she met him. Sharon remembered hearing stories about the mean girls at his school, Robin, Shannon, and that bimbo Brenda and how awful a time he had of it. Sharon was pretty sure his modern insecurities had their roots in that time. Sharon smiled at Nettie, "I'm sensing a but..."
Nettie blushed, "Well... it's nothing... but well, I'm not sure if you've noticed since you're new, but the herd has some social friction?" Sharon nodded, she had noticed. Nettie took a deep breath, "And maybe you've noticed that Sunshine is kind of a jerk, to me and my friends."
Sharon herself probably related to Sunshine more than Nettie. When she was in high school, she didn't think she was mean exactly, but she definitely was one of the popular girls and her friend Marjorie Mandelberg was a total bitch. And maybe her friends Bridgett and Kim were a little mean too. Her best friend Alicia was a sweetheart though, which Sharon hoped meant that she managed to be an okay person too. She wondered what those girls were up to these days, she lost touch with them during college.
Nettie stapled on a greasy smile and said, "You know, you could help me with Sunshine. As a milkmaid, you have a lot of power here and maybe you could help me and my friends.... Maybe be a little stricter with Sunshine...."
Sharon sighed. Nettie it seemed wasn't just an awkward neurotic cow, she was also manipulative victim. Sharon saw these people all the time when she was a litigator: people who always felt wronged and went to insane lengths to get back at perceived slights. They were often worse bullies than their original abusers. Sharon would have to keep an eye on Nettie in the future.
But Sharon would have to deal with her now. "Nettie, it's my job to be fair here. If anyone is being a jerk, I'll try to do something, but I'm not going to single one cow out to punish indiscriminately. I'm sorry, but I'm not in the business of handing out special treatment."
Nettie smiled her greasy smile again, although this time it didn't reach her eyes which flashed dangerously. Sharon would definitely have to keep an eye on her.
***
Episode 18: Dinner with Bessy
With all of the cows milked, fed, and put in their stalls for the evening with Bessy's supervision, the two milkmaids returned to the farmhouse. Sharon briefly swung by her suite for a shower and a change of clothes, switching from her work jeans and flannel to cutoff shorts and a tunic t-shirt and the cow-print "Got Milk" shirt that she decided she actually kind of liked. She returned to the main floor to find Bessy stripped to her henley and holstein panties on the rear patio grilling pirri pirri chicken and corn. On the picnic table on the deck were serving bowls heaped with a chickpea and cucumber salad and a milk pail filled with beers on ice. Sharon laughingly joked about the lack of Bessy-milk and Bessy deadpanned that a hard day of work demanded a nice cold beer. Sharon pulled out a couple seeing they were locally brewed pale ales, popped the tops, handed one to Bessy and took a sip of hers. A pleasantly floral and citrus hop palette filled her mouth. Sharon smiled.
It only took a few more minutes for the chicken and corn to be finished so the two milkmaids were soon eating. Sharon was impressed with the spicy chicken and how well it paired with the cool salad and sweet corn. She complimented Bessy who grinned in gratitude and then, with a playful look, suggested that she couldn't wait to see Sharon's cooking chops. Sharon laughed and inquired if Bessy liked frozen pizza or frozen perogies more. Bessy sighed and informed Sharon that cooking was just another thing she would have to teach her. Sharon smirked and they clinked their beers to that.
As the meal wound down, and the milkmaids enjoyed some beers, they also talked about the day. They debriefed Sharon on her first day, the things Sharon was doing well and the things Bessy thought she could improve on. Bessy also discussed how milkmaids usually worked separately more, dividing the work and being more available to the herd during the day, which meant that as Sharon got up to speed she would have to work more independently. Sharon nodded, she figured as much. Bessy also pointed out that she was pulling multiple on call nights, and that the next night would be Sharon's turn and that she could come wake Bessy if she needed something. They then went over the plan for the next day: the routine, the extra things that needed doing, and which cows would be visiting the bulls. And then Bessy cleared the dishes.
Sharon was just about to head in and help Bessy with the cleaning, when the milkmaid skipped out of the building with two tumblers, a bottle of Kahlua, and a pitcher of creamy Bessy-milk. "Now that dinner and business talk is over, it's time for girl talk!" Bessy poured both milkmaids brown cows and they settled in on the patio with blankets to chat.
On there first round of drinks Sharon told Bessy about her job hunting and the absurd nonsense she endured that finally convinced her to take the job of milkmaid. (And suggested to Bessy that she never, ever apply at Black Co.) Bessy laughed and told Sharon about some of the more amusing anecdotes about the cows and the mischief they would get into. Bessy poured another round of drinks.
Bessy poured strong drinks and Sharon was already feeling a little tipsy. The liquor was making Sharon feel brave so she decided to ask about the milkmaid she was replacing. Bessy, looking a little drunk herself blushed and looked away, mumbled something about an incident and that it wasn't important but also that Sharon should generally be wary of Sunshine. Sharon wasn't happy with that answer but could see that she was unlikely to get anything more so she asked for some details about the caretaker. Bessy looked relieved and happily reported that she genuinely knew nothing about their mysterious coworker. Sharon snorted a giggle, and Bessy poured another round of white russians.
This time Bessy wanted to know more about Sharon's relationship with Jim and the weird shit she went through. Sharon laughed wistfully and told Bessy about that awful halloween she was trapped in the haunted Hill House mansion with some of Jim's friends and about the time she was stuck being busty and armless for a month. Bessy didn't believe her, so Sharon demonstrated her hard-won foot dexterity by mixing the next round of drinks using her feet. Bessy was delighted.
Getting properly drunk now, Sharon asked Bessy about her married sex life and how her four breasts fit into it. Bessy smiled drunkenly and talked about Tommy, about how he was such a reliable, good guy and how he was always a generous but sort of vanilla lover. Bessy had taken the treatment incentive package as a way to start her own lucrative dairy as a side job to help her and Tommy build a life together, but she had to admit that it added a kinky new aspect to their sex life. She didn't tell him before, and revealed her new endowments to Tommy when they met at a motel during her off week. She had put on nice stockings, risky heels, and a trench coat, sashayed into the room and dropped her coat to the floor. Bessy giggled and explained that she wasn't sure what bulged harder or faster, Tommy's eyes as they raced around her chest or his penis. That first time she had climbed into his lap and rubbed his face in her tits until he lost control and fucked her standing against the wall. Bessy blushed and smiled. Now, she added, her four breasts played a central role in their lovemaking: sometimes a fun extra to their vanilla sex, sometimes Bessy made Tommy suck on her nipples and drink her milk and drive her crazy, and sometimes she made Tommy milk her and rut with her and treat her like the slutty cow she is. Bessy mooed softly and Sharon could tell she was getting worked up. Sharon made another round of drinks with her feet.
During the next round Bessy blushed and gave Sharon a naughty look. "Who would you rather?"
"I'm sorry?" Sharon asked, a bit drunkenly.
"Which Bull! Samson or Angus! Which would you fuck and why?"
Sharon snickered. "I thought the bulls were off limits."
Bessy frowned cutely. "It's hip, hyperthetical!"
Sharon laughed, and thought for a moment. "Angus, I think."
Bessy clapped her hands, "Okay, now why!"
"Because he is really handsome, and with, like, Tulip today he was so gentle and well, good at sex. Being with him looks fun." Sharon blushed a little and felt silly.
Bessy nodded. "I think you two would make a cute couple. Especially if you grew a nice udder."
Sharon snickered. "Fuck that! I'm here for the job, not the lifestyle. Which cow would you fuck and why?"
Bessy got very serious for a second and then giggled. "Well... if I were looking for a relationship I'd have to pick Angus for the same reasons as you. But if we are just talking no strings fucking? Samson."
"Eww! Really!?"
"Yeah. He's a jerk, but he only wants to fuck cows and he is so big and strong and bovine. I could totally crawl on all fours to him and let myself be covered by that fine bull. And since he is only looking to get laid, it could be like, a fun affair or something... I've had too much to drink haven't I?"
"Probably we both have. Help getting you to bed?"
Bessy nodded. "Just as long as you tuck me in with your freaky feet hands!"
The milkmaids laughed, put away the last of the food things, and retired to their suites.
It only took a few more minutes for the chicken and corn to be finished so the two milkmaids were soon eating. Sharon was impressed with the spicy chicken and how well it paired with the cool salad and sweet corn. She complimented Bessy who grinned in gratitude and then, with a playful look, suggested that she couldn't wait to see Sharon's cooking chops. Sharon laughed and inquired if Bessy liked frozen pizza or frozen perogies more. Bessy sighed and informed Sharon that cooking was just another thing she would have to teach her. Sharon smirked and they clinked their beers to that.
As the meal wound down, and the milkmaids enjoyed some beers, they also talked about the day. They debriefed Sharon on her first day, the things Sharon was doing well and the things Bessy thought she could improve on. Bessy also discussed how milkmaids usually worked separately more, dividing the work and being more available to the herd during the day, which meant that as Sharon got up to speed she would have to work more independently. Sharon nodded, she figured as much. Bessy also pointed out that she was pulling multiple on call nights, and that the next night would be Sharon's turn and that she could come wake Bessy if she needed something. They then went over the plan for the next day: the routine, the extra things that needed doing, and which cows would be visiting the bulls. And then Bessy cleared the dishes.
Sharon was just about to head in and help Bessy with the cleaning, when the milkmaid skipped out of the building with two tumblers, a bottle of Kahlua, and a pitcher of creamy Bessy-milk. "Now that dinner and business talk is over, it's time for girl talk!" Bessy poured both milkmaids brown cows and they settled in on the patio with blankets to chat.
On there first round of drinks Sharon told Bessy about her job hunting and the absurd nonsense she endured that finally convinced her to take the job of milkmaid. (And suggested to Bessy that she never, ever apply at Black Co.) Bessy laughed and told Sharon about some of the more amusing anecdotes about the cows and the mischief they would get into. Bessy poured another round of drinks.
Bessy poured strong drinks and Sharon was already feeling a little tipsy. The liquor was making Sharon feel brave so she decided to ask about the milkmaid she was replacing. Bessy, looking a little drunk herself blushed and looked away, mumbled something about an incident and that it wasn't important but also that Sharon should generally be wary of Sunshine. Sharon wasn't happy with that answer but could see that she was unlikely to get anything more so she asked for some details about the caretaker. Bessy looked relieved and happily reported that she genuinely knew nothing about their mysterious coworker. Sharon snorted a giggle, and Bessy poured another round of white russians.
This time Bessy wanted to know more about Sharon's relationship with Jim and the weird shit she went through. Sharon laughed wistfully and told Bessy about that awful halloween she was trapped in the haunted Hill House mansion with some of Jim's friends and about the time she was stuck being busty and armless for a month. Bessy didn't believe her, so Sharon demonstrated her hard-won foot dexterity by mixing the next round of drinks using her feet. Bessy was delighted.
Getting properly drunk now, Sharon asked Bessy about her married sex life and how her four breasts fit into it. Bessy smiled drunkenly and talked about Tommy, about how he was such a reliable, good guy and how he was always a generous but sort of vanilla lover. Bessy had taken the treatment incentive package as a way to start her own lucrative dairy as a side job to help her and Tommy build a life together, but she had to admit that it added a kinky new aspect to their sex life. She didn't tell him before, and revealed her new endowments to Tommy when they met at a motel during her off week. She had put on nice stockings, risky heels, and a trench coat, sashayed into the room and dropped her coat to the floor. Bessy giggled and explained that she wasn't sure what bulged harder or faster, Tommy's eyes as they raced around her chest or his penis. That first time she had climbed into his lap and rubbed his face in her tits until he lost control and fucked her standing against the wall. Bessy blushed and smiled. Now, she added, her four breasts played a central role in their lovemaking: sometimes a fun extra to their vanilla sex, sometimes Bessy made Tommy suck on her nipples and drink her milk and drive her crazy, and sometimes she made Tommy milk her and rut with her and treat her like the slutty cow she is. Bessy mooed softly and Sharon could tell she was getting worked up. Sharon made another round of drinks with her feet.
During the next round Bessy blushed and gave Sharon a naughty look. "Who would you rather?"
"I'm sorry?" Sharon asked, a bit drunkenly.
"Which Bull! Samson or Angus! Which would you fuck and why?"
Sharon snickered. "I thought the bulls were off limits."
Bessy frowned cutely. "It's hip, hyperthetical!"
Sharon laughed, and thought for a moment. "Angus, I think."
Bessy clapped her hands, "Okay, now why!"
"Because he is really handsome, and with, like, Tulip today he was so gentle and well, good at sex. Being with him looks fun." Sharon blushed a little and felt silly.
Bessy nodded. "I think you two would make a cute couple. Especially if you grew a nice udder."
Sharon snickered. "Fuck that! I'm here for the job, not the lifestyle. Which cow would you fuck and why?"
Bessy got very serious for a second and then giggled. "Well... if I were looking for a relationship I'd have to pick Angus for the same reasons as you. But if we are just talking no strings fucking? Samson."
"Eww! Really!?"
"Yeah. He's a jerk, but he only wants to fuck cows and he is so big and strong and bovine. I could totally crawl on all fours to him and let myself be covered by that fine bull. And since he is only looking to get laid, it could be like, a fun affair or something... I've had too much to drink haven't I?"
"Probably we both have. Help getting you to bed?"
Bessy nodded. "Just as long as you tuck me in with your freaky feet hands!"
The milkmaids laughed, put away the last of the food things, and retired to their suites.
***
Episode 19: Trouble Sleeping
Sharon hated going to bed drunk, so she retired to her suite with her copy of Canara: The Vulvan Queen. She got ready for bed and spent an hour reading her amusing and raunchy book. After the time, a few glasses of water, and a couple runs to the bathroom Sharon felt like she was finally clearheaded enough to sleep well. She put Canara down and turned off the light.
Sharon found herself staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning. She was tense and horny and it was getting in the way of sleeping. Sharon groaned. It had been a long while since she'd last slept with a man and nearly as long as she had masturbated. The sensual nonsense of the day just reminded her of her dry spell. And not that she was aroused because of the cow nonsense she told herself. (And obviously nothing to do with the erotic adventures of a certain barbarian queen.) Sharon twisted onto her back, and stared at the ceiling. She could just masturbate; it would ease the tension and let her get to sleep. It's simple problem solving.
Sharon took a deep breath and slid her hands down the front of her pajama shorts. She slid a finger along her labia and tried to picture something sexy and harmlessly fun, thinking about the cute guy at that coffee shop by her old apartment or the hot doctor on that BE Hopsital drama. Her vagina got hot and wet, she caressed her swelling clit. She thought about being with cafe-guy or actor-guy, but despite her digital manipulations, she was wet but not moving towards an orgasm. Sharon groaned in furstration and began to stroke herself more virogorously, wishing she'd packed a vibrator. She let her mind wander, thinking about her time with Jim and some of the sexier episodes from that failed romance. She tried focusing on the bizarre new sex of having gargantuan breasts or the kinky living bondage of being armless or the wild sex of when Jim infected them both with a nymphomania virus. She gasped, feeling herself get closer, her pussy wet and slick under her hand rubbing her clit. But still... She wasn't getting there. Sharon bit her lip and rolled to her knees, butt in the air, still stroking herself. In desperation she thought about Canara and her sexual exploits. Her mind latched onto Canara fucking a Centaur general, being filled with his mighty equine penis. Sharon didn't understand it, but the fantasy was working. She felt herself getting close and moaned, furiously rubbing her clit and pawing at her hanging breasts. She lost herself in the fantasy, picturing the barbarian queen getting fucked wildly by a centaur, except now the centaur was a Minotaur and Canara had a huge udder swinging between her legs. And Canara had thrown her head back and was mooing passionately. And suddenly Sharon felt herself arrive and swell, back arching as she whooped in orgasm.
She sunk down to her stomach, feeling the pleasant glow of sexual release. She propped up her chest and head with a pillow, closed her eyes and slept until morning.
Sharon found herself staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning. She was tense and horny and it was getting in the way of sleeping. Sharon groaned. It had been a long while since she'd last slept with a man and nearly as long as she had masturbated. The sensual nonsense of the day just reminded her of her dry spell. And not that she was aroused because of the cow nonsense she told herself. (And obviously nothing to do with the erotic adventures of a certain barbarian queen.) Sharon twisted onto her back, and stared at the ceiling. She could just masturbate; it would ease the tension and let her get to sleep. It's simple problem solving.
Sharon took a deep breath and slid her hands down the front of her pajama shorts. She slid a finger along her labia and tried to picture something sexy and harmlessly fun, thinking about the cute guy at that coffee shop by her old apartment or the hot doctor on that BE Hopsital drama. Her vagina got hot and wet, she caressed her swelling clit. She thought about being with cafe-guy or actor-guy, but despite her digital manipulations, she was wet but not moving towards an orgasm. Sharon groaned in furstration and began to stroke herself more virogorously, wishing she'd packed a vibrator. She let her mind wander, thinking about her time with Jim and some of the sexier episodes from that failed romance. She tried focusing on the bizarre new sex of having gargantuan breasts or the kinky living bondage of being armless or the wild sex of when Jim infected them both with a nymphomania virus. She gasped, feeling herself get closer, her pussy wet and slick under her hand rubbing her clit. But still... She wasn't getting there. Sharon bit her lip and rolled to her knees, butt in the air, still stroking herself. In desperation she thought about Canara and her sexual exploits. Her mind latched onto Canara fucking a Centaur general, being filled with his mighty equine penis. Sharon didn't understand it, but the fantasy was working. She felt herself getting close and moaned, furiously rubbing her clit and pawing at her hanging breasts. She lost herself in the fantasy, picturing the barbarian queen getting fucked wildly by a centaur, except now the centaur was a Minotaur and Canara had a huge udder swinging between her legs. And Canara had thrown her head back and was mooing passionately. And suddenly Sharon felt herself arrive and swell, back arching as she whooped in orgasm.
She sunk down to her stomach, feeling the pleasant glow of sexual release. She propped up her chest and head with a pillow, closed her eyes and slept until morning.
***
Episode 20: One Week Later
Sharon had been working at the farm for a week now. She was pleased to discover she was actually pretty competent at being a milkmaid and that job was reasonably enjoyable. She had fallen into a pretty easy routine of working through the daily chores. Each morning Bessy would haul Sharon out of bed for the morning milking, feed time, and the milkmaids breakfast. Then the milkmaids would take the cows out to graze. Sharon would then watch over the herd and read a trashy romance book or pulp detective novel while Bessy delivered a lucky cow to visit Samson. Sharon figured that Bessy also enjoyed the show. Bessy would eventually bring her satisfied looking cow to the graze lands and it would be Sharon's turn to take her lucky cow to visit Angus while Bessy oversaw the herd. Sharon definitely enjoyed the show. Then Sharon would drop off her cow, meet with Bessy and the two would feed the cows their afternoon feed before going for their own lunch. The two milkmaids would then take turns watching the cows in the evening or do office work or coordinate with the man who picked up the milk. Then came evening milking, the evening feed, and tucking in the cows. Then Sharon and Bessy would share a dinner, usually hangout for a bit and call it an early night. Day in, day out. Sharon was getting into the groove.
As a lifestyle, Sharon was finding it pretty agreeable. While a lot simpler than Sharon's days as a litigator, the farm life was much more relaxing and the milkmaid job was weird enough to be interesting. Not to mention her living situation was excellent: her suite luxurious, the farmhouse comfortable, and the meal allowance generous. Sharon was living better than she ever had before. And without Jim constantly exploding things and making her transform, it was a lot less frustrating. Sharon was also pretty happy with how her low cost living and generous pay was affecting her bank account balances. She even enjoyed her coworker, finding that Bessy, despite her idiosyncrasies and apparent sexual deviancy, was a really great woman to work with and that she was starting to see her as a close and indispensable friend. Sharon knew Bessy's off-week was approaching, and worried about how that would affect her life on the farm. At the very least she would miss her.
Sharon was also learning how to deal with the cows, and maybe starting to form relationships with some of them. Gertie and Bertha mostly ignored Sharon, but seemed happy enough with her work and seemed pleased when patted them or offered them a treat. The new-cows, Tulip, Bella, and Cornflower were quite friendly, happy to chat with Sharon and catch up on celebrity gossip a little, although Nettie always herded them away. Nettie, Sharon feared, was still harbouring a grudge against her and still would shoot frosty stares at her when she though Sharon wasn't looking. The mean-cows were a tougher lot to judge. Sunshine while not outright hostile, still hadn't really chatted with Sharon and seemed content to appraise her from the distance, maybe trying to sort out her place in the pecking order or looking for a weakness. Sharon was worried a day of reckoning was coming. Honeybun was mostly indifferent, seeming content to live and let-live with Sharon until Sunshine declared war. Ella, especially when Sunshine wasn't around, was always friendly to Sharon, going out of her way to say a warm hello. Sharon liked the sweet cow and hoped one day she would outgrow Sunshine's shadow. Cookie was the most mysterious of the cows, quiet, but always winking or licking her muzzle or making sultry eyes at Sharon whenever anything sexual happened. Sharon figured Cookie was fucking with her, but wondered if it was playful or malicious or maybe even a kind of seduction. Sometimes dealing with the cows kept her up at night.
The other thing that kept Sharon up at night was sexual frustration. Sharon was finding that despite being physically tired from her farm labour, that she was too tense and flushed to easily fall asleep most nights. It had been bad enough that she had resorted to masturbation nearly every night, and on one of the nights she had abstained she had awoken slick and hot from some unremembered sex dream. Sharon insisted to herself it was just a response to her prolonged dry spell and the sheer pornographic lifestyle of the cows; weird sex or not, seeing people come and fornicate daily had an effect. But it was mostly the dryspell, Sharon would feel better, she was certain once she got herself laid.
Sharon was a little concerned that her romantic imagination was getting stuck on Angus. She found that no matter what she tried to fantasize about when relieving her tension, Sharon invariably made her way to Angus with his handsome face, strong body, and huge cock. There was really no denying to herself that she was infatuated with the bull. Sharon took some solace in the fact that she was attracted to him as a gorgeous human man and skillful lover, not out of some weird cow fantasy. But Sharon knew she it was an unhealthy crush, that lusting after one of her cattle was unhealthy and unprofessional and honestly pretty weird. She made plans to track down a casual sex partner as soon as it was her off-week.
When Sharon wasn't worrying about the cows or her troublesome erotic thoughts she was trying to figure out what exactly happened to the last milkmaid and to spot the caretaker. Despite asking Bessy a couple times when they were drinking, the other milkmaid only managed to be annoyingly cryptic. Sharon had dropped a few casual exploratory questions to the cows, but none of the herd had given her anything. Sunshine and Nettie both looked much too calculating when they overheard her. Sharon figured they would be worth asking if she thought she could trust them. As to the caretaker Sharon had also made little progress. The most she had managed was to glimpse a distant figure through her cowherder binoculars wearing a heavy poncho-like garment and wide hat that mostly obscured their identity. All Sharon could tell from that glimpse was that there *was* a caretaker and that they were rather tall and maybe... maybe... they had bovine horns. Sharon resolved to keep her eyes peeled.
Sharon's alarm clock went off and Bessy bounded into the room. Another morning, another day.
As a lifestyle, Sharon was finding it pretty agreeable. While a lot simpler than Sharon's days as a litigator, the farm life was much more relaxing and the milkmaid job was weird enough to be interesting. Not to mention her living situation was excellent: her suite luxurious, the farmhouse comfortable, and the meal allowance generous. Sharon was living better than she ever had before. And without Jim constantly exploding things and making her transform, it was a lot less frustrating. Sharon was also pretty happy with how her low cost living and generous pay was affecting her bank account balances. She even enjoyed her coworker, finding that Bessy, despite her idiosyncrasies and apparent sexual deviancy, was a really great woman to work with and that she was starting to see her as a close and indispensable friend. Sharon knew Bessy's off-week was approaching, and worried about how that would affect her life on the farm. At the very least she would miss her.
Sharon was also learning how to deal with the cows, and maybe starting to form relationships with some of them. Gertie and Bertha mostly ignored Sharon, but seemed happy enough with her work and seemed pleased when patted them or offered them a treat. The new-cows, Tulip, Bella, and Cornflower were quite friendly, happy to chat with Sharon and catch up on celebrity gossip a little, although Nettie always herded them away. Nettie, Sharon feared, was still harbouring a grudge against her and still would shoot frosty stares at her when she though Sharon wasn't looking. The mean-cows were a tougher lot to judge. Sunshine while not outright hostile, still hadn't really chatted with Sharon and seemed content to appraise her from the distance, maybe trying to sort out her place in the pecking order or looking for a weakness. Sharon was worried a day of reckoning was coming. Honeybun was mostly indifferent, seeming content to live and let-live with Sharon until Sunshine declared war. Ella, especially when Sunshine wasn't around, was always friendly to Sharon, going out of her way to say a warm hello. Sharon liked the sweet cow and hoped one day she would outgrow Sunshine's shadow. Cookie was the most mysterious of the cows, quiet, but always winking or licking her muzzle or making sultry eyes at Sharon whenever anything sexual happened. Sharon figured Cookie was fucking with her, but wondered if it was playful or malicious or maybe even a kind of seduction. Sometimes dealing with the cows kept her up at night.
The other thing that kept Sharon up at night was sexual frustration. Sharon was finding that despite being physically tired from her farm labour, that she was too tense and flushed to easily fall asleep most nights. It had been bad enough that she had resorted to masturbation nearly every night, and on one of the nights she had abstained she had awoken slick and hot from some unremembered sex dream. Sharon insisted to herself it was just a response to her prolonged dry spell and the sheer pornographic lifestyle of the cows; weird sex or not, seeing people come and fornicate daily had an effect. But it was mostly the dryspell, Sharon would feel better, she was certain once she got herself laid.
Sharon was a little concerned that her romantic imagination was getting stuck on Angus. She found that no matter what she tried to fantasize about when relieving her tension, Sharon invariably made her way to Angus with his handsome face, strong body, and huge cock. There was really no denying to herself that she was infatuated with the bull. Sharon took some solace in the fact that she was attracted to him as a gorgeous human man and skillful lover, not out of some weird cow fantasy. But Sharon knew she it was an unhealthy crush, that lusting after one of her cattle was unhealthy and unprofessional and honestly pretty weird. She made plans to track down a casual sex partner as soon as it was her off-week.
When Sharon wasn't worrying about the cows or her troublesome erotic thoughts she was trying to figure out what exactly happened to the last milkmaid and to spot the caretaker. Despite asking Bessy a couple times when they were drinking, the other milkmaid only managed to be annoyingly cryptic. Sharon had dropped a few casual exploratory questions to the cows, but none of the herd had given her anything. Sunshine and Nettie both looked much too calculating when they overheard her. Sharon figured they would be worth asking if she thought she could trust them. As to the caretaker Sharon had also made little progress. The most she had managed was to glimpse a distant figure through her cowherder binoculars wearing a heavy poncho-like garment and wide hat that mostly obscured their identity. All Sharon could tell from that glimpse was that there *was* a caretaker and that they were rather tall and maybe... maybe... they had bovine horns. Sharon resolved to keep her eyes peeled.
Sharon's alarm clock went off and Bessy bounded into the room. Another morning, another day.
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Episode 21: Uniforms
Sharon groaned and rolled over to see Bessy, as usual, beaming and brandishing her morning coffee. Sharon rubbed her eyes... something was different. She started when she finally noticed that Bessy was only wearing her trademark holstein panties, her four breasts hanging out. "Uh.. why are you naked?" Sharon grunted.
Bessy smiled wider. "Because I've got a surprise for you!"
Sharon groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "I'm not going to like this am I?"
Bessy giggled, "Probably not! But too bad! It's a mandatory milkmaid uniform day!"
"Uniform?"
"There is a VIP coming today, so we have to wear our special milkmaid uniforms!"
Sharon groaned again, "They are totally humiliating aren't they?"
Bessy laughed happily, "Absolutely!"
Sharon refused to get out of bed until she finished her coffee, and on Bessy's instruction had a quick shower and came downstairs only wearing her underwear bottoms. Bessy had a small breakfast set out on the counter and draped over the kitchen table were a pair of dresses. Sharon picked hers up and held it out to get a better look at it. It was a complicated beast with layers of white, a cowprint apron, and a main layer of heavy hunter green cloth. Sharon surveyed it for a moment and groaned, "It's a dirndl isn't it?"
Bessy beamed and nodded. "Yep! Mine is even specially tailored. Perfect for pretty young milkmaids!"
Sharon snorted, "In a cartoon, maybe..."
The two milkmaids quickly ate and began to put on their uniforms. Sharon and Bessy first pulled on their blouses and petticoats, leaving them encased in frilly white skirts, and puffy short-sleeved shirts. Next they take turns wiggling into their dresses, and having tying each other into their tight bodices. Sharon's D cup breasts stand out prominently and Bessy's four breasts are showcased by a bodice engineered to her special cleavage. Last both milkmaids tie on their cow print aprons completing their uniforms, Sharon in a dark green dirndl and Bessy in a matching skyblue one.
Bessy twirled, flaring her skirts a little and stuck a pose. "I forgot how much fun these are!"
Sharon scowled. 'We look ridiculous."
Bessy shook her head. "No way! We look totally hot and festive!"
Sharon snorted, "we look like we are going to the all cow Octoberfest festival."
Bessy beamed and giggled, "That would be amazing!"
Sharon cracked a grin of her own. Bessy's enthusiasm was hard to resist. She sighed and beckoned the other milkmaid over. She had Bessy sit while she braided her shoulder length black hair into two pigtails, which she artfully wound into buns on either side of her head. Sharon then, using her reflexion in the toaster, quickly plaited her own back length hair into a chunky ponytail that she wound around the back of her hair and clipped there with pins. Bessy smiled in delight and Sharon smirked, "well, if we have to wear dirndl the least we can do is finish the look."
The milkmaids pulled on their boots and hustled to the stable, since they were overdue to take the cows for their morning milking. The pair burst through the door, since making the cows wait was considered quite rude by the herd and the longer they took the bitchier the cows would be. Except when they entered the stables, the cows with hands started to applaud and Cornflower even managed an impressive wolf whistle. Bessy beamed and curtsied while Sharon stood awkwardly and blushed. As they let the cows out of their stalls and sent them shambling to the milking shed, the cows started to gossip and joke amongst themselves about the improved appearance of their milkmaids and whether a new potential herd member was visiting.
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Episode 22: Preparations
As soon as the cows entered the milking shed the festive air of the day was subsumed by an impatient, expectant silence. When it came to milking, the herd was all business. Sharon and Bessy, despite their constrictive garb, managed to efficiently get the cows milked and sated and off to the feed lot in a short time. Sharon watched with curiosity as Bessy and Sunshine had a quiet conversation aside from the other cows. Sunshine eventually nodded, smiled, and abandoned eating her morning feed. Sharon and Bessy, instead of taking a morning break, returned to the milking shed and barn, quickly tidying up both spaces making sure they were presentable to the VIP. The milkmaids then moved the herd to their grazing region, sending them to the narrow creek containing zone nearest the main farm buildings.
Once the cows were secured, Bessy waved Sunshine over, opened the gate and let her out of the corral. Sunshine winked at a confused Sharon and set off in a trot towards the farmhouse. Sharon looked at Bessy who shrugged and beckoned Sharon to follow along. Sunshine skipped through the door to the farmhouse like she belonged there and trotted upstairs to the second floor. Bessy squirmed uncomfortably, "Sharon, ah, I gotta milk myself or I'm going to rupture! You need to keep an eye on Sunshine, she's fine, but she might need you to grab some things for her. It's kind of important." Sharon nodded that she could do that and turned to follow Sunshine. Bessy shuffled, "Uh, Sharon, can you help me untie this dress?"
Bessy freed and milking, Sharon raced after Sunshine to find her in the main second floor bathroom, the large one with the wide window and only full bathtub in the house. Sunshine was steeping in a steamy, hot bath knees up, breasts and udder floating in the water, a look of relaxed pleasure on her face. "Sharon, " she purred, "can you find me a disposable razor and some shaving lotion? I need to do my legs before I get out of this tub." Sharon turned to go and fetch her extra razor and shaving kit when Sunshine peaked up at her from the tub and asked, "Actually, would you mind shampooing my hair for me? I get so few chances to have a *real* bath with hot water and it would be wonderful to bask in it a little longer..." Sharon imagined a world without baths and felt sympathy for the alpha mean-cow. She found a stool to sit on and took Sunshine's long blonde tresses in her hands, rubbing in the expensive shampoo that Sunshine found somewhere. Sunshine sunk deeper into the tub and mooed in bliss. Hair washed, Sharon tracked down the requested shaving implements which a now scrubbed and clean cow went to work with. "Sharon, do you have a hair dryer and curling iron?" Sharon admitted she was only partially moved in, but she could check if Bessy had them. She scurried to Bessy's ensuite and found the requested items and by the time she returned to the bathroom Sunshine was missing.
"Over here!" Called Sunshine from the open extra bedroom. Sharon found the cow standing in front of a mirror, clean, naked, and denuded of all body hair trimming her eyebrows in a mirror. Her mane was wound up in a towel on her head and the tuft of blonde hair on her tail was adorably wrapped in a washcloth. Sharon watched as Sunshine quickly blew out her hair and curled it into loose ringlets, rubbed lotion into her skin and udder (asking Sharon to get the small of her back), splashed herself with a clean and floral toilette, and rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash, spitting into a trash can. The cow then clopped over to a dresser, pulled open a drawer and drew out a blue silk scarf, Catherine Hepburn sunglasses, and red lipstick which the cow applied. Sunshine put each on, blew Sharon a kiss, and asked how she looked. Sharon looked Sunshine over, admiring her expertly teased blonde hair, her perfectly supple cowspotted skin, the swell of her four breasts, the heft of her udder, and the length of her digitigrade legs. "Gorgeous," Sharon offered. Sunshine grinned, "Perfect. See you back in the pasture, it's showtime!" Sunshine, twirled away from Sharon, tail waving as she sashayed out of the room. She smirked back over her shoulder at Sharon, "and thanks for washing my hair."
Sharon rushed after the skipping cow until Bessy called panicking from the kitchen. "Sharon! Is that you?! I can't get back into my uniform!" Sharon dashed into the kitchen and helped strap her friend into her milkmaid dirndl. Bessy, looking flushed and happy from her milking, thanked Sharon and then dragged her through the house, outside, and towards the main entrance driveway to the farm. A black SUV was just pulling in. "It looks like our VIP has arrived."
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Episode 23: Princess
Sharon and Bessy smoothed their dresses as the VIP beating SUV pulled to a stop. The driver's door popped open and out stepped Tauros, wearing a very nice navy suit with white shirt and black knit tie, his sunglasses glinted in the sunlight. The suit was very well cut and hugged his muscular body and was cut to let his long bull tail swish freely behind him and to comfortably accommodate his gigantic cock. Sharon found herself idly picturing him naked, using Angus as a surrogate to model him on. Sharon blushed and shook her head, glancing at Bessy to see if she noticed. Given how raptly Bessy was staring at Tauros herself, Sharon figured she was safe.
When Taurus reached the passenger side front door, he opened it and helped the SUV's occupant climb out. She was a beautiful young woman who seemed to emit the sense of wealth. She was a very tall, willowy woman in her early twenties, with very long black hair styled in ringlets and wearing a floral summer dress in one of those sheath styles that looked effortless and elegant on the modelesque but terrible on Sharon. The woman took a few long, tentative steps along the path and glanced around with a kind of nervous wonder. Bessy smiled encouragingly and waved. This must be the VIP.
Finally the rear door of the SUV swung open, and labouring with a large udder a third figure climbed out. She was a short woman who had clearly received some sort of treatment plan. She had cow years, short horns, a widened nose, hooves, a tail, and maybe the largest udder Sharon had seen on a cowgirl yet. She didn't seem to have four breasts, or really any large breasts. Unlike the farm cows, this person wore clothing and was styled for authority: her short black hair was swept up in a tight bun, she wore severe wire rim eyeglasses, a heavy starched wide lapelled blouse, pencil skirt, and hose and a nicely tailored twill labcoat, all of which was modified to accommodate her changes. Bessy Bentley elbowed Sharon and whispered from the corner of her mouth, "that's Dr. Daisy."
Tauros placed his hand on the back of the young woman and strode confidently forward towards the milkmaid, guiding the VIP forward. 'These are two of our expert milkmaids, Bessy and Sharon." Sharon did her best to smile in a friendly manner while Bessy effortlessly broke into a genuine grin. The VIP smiled shyly and hesitantly said, "hi, I'm Em-" Tauros quickly interrupted her, "On the farm her name is Princess." He looked at 'Princess', "this is to preserve your privacy in case you decide not to join our herd and because if you do, well, Princess will be who you are, your personal and legal identity." Princess blushed at that, looking excited and ne favours and maybe a little aroused. Tauros gestured, "now follow me!"
The group walked towards the farmhouse with Tauros pointing out features as they went. "That's the farmhouse where our milkmaids live, always available to care for their herd." 'That's the cow barn, where our cows, where you, would live. The cow stalls are conducive to the cattle lifestyle, but luxurious and comfortable for our special cows." "That's the milking shed where the magic happens. Our cows are milked thoroughly twice a day to their great enjoyment." 'We'll be sure to give you a tour of the barn and arrange a milking demonstration for you later." "But I know why you really came today, you came to see the cow lifestyle, so let's go see the herd."
The group set off towards the pasture zone where the herd was currently grazing. They approached the fence, and laying belly down in the grass was Sunshine, hooves kicking the air and looking glamorous. In the background Bertha and Gertie were serenely grazing in the middle distance. Beyond them the other cows were either stretched out in the sun on a small shingle beach along the stream, or playing in the stream laughing and splashing. Princess stared at it all, watching the cows play, tacking in every inch of Sunshine's clean and supple Holstein-spotted body.
Sunshine peered up through her sunglasses at Princess and smiled a lipstick smile, "Hi, I'd heard through the grapevine that we would be having a guest today. Are you looking to join our herd."
Princess blushed and nodded, not trusting herself to talk.
Sunshine gracefully and smoothly rolled from her stomach to her hooves, allowing Princess to see the heft of her udder, the fullness of her four large breasts. Sunshine bit her lip shyly and asked Princess "is there anything you want to ask about being a cow?"
Princess shifted nervously, stopped and started a couple times before blurting "Do you like being a cow? Is it worth it?"
Sunshine laughed merrily, "I *love* it! The milking, the Bulls, the relaxation and simplicity. I have never felt more alive or satisfied than I do now." Sunshine gave Sharon a little smile and continued "I used to be the CEO of a very large corporation that did about a billion dollars in revenues every year. So keep that in mind when I say becoming a cow is the smartest, best descision I've ever made. No regrets!"
Princess took this in and blushed darker and solemnly nodded.
Tauros, letting that sit a moment finally nodded, "come along Princess, let's show you the barn!" He gave Bessy a significant look, "I believe you and Sharon have some other duties to perform..."
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Episode 24: A Bullish Demonstration
The milkmaids scrambled off to complete their next task before the visiting VIP derailed their day again. They headed into the corral and tracked down the cows due for their bull dates. Bessy nabbed Bertha who would be visiting Samson, while Sharon collected Cornflower to bring her to Angus. The cows, as usual, perked up, Bertha mooing happily and almost skipping, and Cornflower humming to herself cheerfully as she picked straw and grass out of her hair.
Before they parted ways to take their cows to the separate bull corrals, Bessy got Sharon's attention. Quietly she said, "Okay, so if Tauros thinks it will help recruit Princess, he may bring her by to see a cow and bull play. He'll try to guess what Princess would most enjoy and bring her there. I've told him who is going where, and unless I've really misjudged Princess, I suspect he won't be showing the rutting of Bertha and Samson. So y'know, just be cool if the VIPs show up, okay?"
Cornflower at the end of her lead grinned and shook her massive breasts, "I love an audience!" Everyone laughed.
Sharon tried not to worry about the VIP party dropping in on them, and to just continue things as usual. Visiting a bull was one of the highlights of any cows week, and Cornflower seemed especially excited to see Angus; she deserved to have her fun regardless of whatever else was happening. So Sharon brought her to the gate, gave her a moment of adjust her hair and compose herself. The mostly human cow paced a little, whisking the stub of her nascent tail, pulling her hair back from her tiny horns, and adjusting her huge, nipple tipped breasts. Finally she smiled at Sharon and nodded eagerly to be allowed in.
Unlike the other cows, Cornflower apparently liked to visit and snuggle with Angus before they had sex. Angus, the consummate gentlebull was happy to oblige, sitting on the ground with Cornflower, gently stroking her shoulders and back. Gradually, his rubbing began to include a breast, a tweaked nippled, a butt, and Cornflower melted against him, starting to breath heavily, clearly aroused. Angus snaked a hand down to stroke her cunt, and she shrieked, giggling happily, and springing away to her feet. Angus growled playfully and climbed to his hooves and chased after her. The two raced around the corral, tickling and shoving, kissing and laughing. Cornflower, it seemed was a playful lover.
It was while the merry cow and bull were flirtatiously playing that the VIP entourage arrived at the bull corral. Tauros steered Princess to the fence to watch the show, pointing out that every cow had a weekly visit with a bull. Dr. Daisy primly informed her that it helped stimulate milk production. Tauros laughed and suggested that it also made the cows *very* happy. Tauros glanced at Sharon, and Sharon nodded and agreed that the cows loved their time with the bulls.
In the corral Cornflower finally let Angus corner her and leapt bodily onto him, pressing her breasts against him and crapping her legs around his waist. Angus placed his strong hands under her thighs and held her as she ground her pelvis against him, dry humping his erect cock. Cornflower mooed in pleasure and Angus snorted and panted. Cornflower kissed Angus one more time, deeply and hungrily before pulling herself up higher and lowering herself slowly onto his cock, impaling her cunt with his bovine girth. She gasped and rocked against him. Angus leaned back a little and braced his hooves, beginning to lift and bob Cornflower as he began to thrust into her snorting. The pair were finally fucking.
Sharon as usual felt herself grow flushed and aroused at the display. She could picture herself teasing and flirting with Angus before letting him use his strength to fuck her standing up. It looked fun and sexy and good. She was really getting hung up on Angus: the more of him she saw, the better he seemed as a lover. He was skillful and generous with every cow, giving them what they seemed to want. He showed a gentle touch with Ella and a thorough mastery of Tulip. He rutted wildly and animalistically with Gertie, and he showed a dominant streak with Cookie that made Sharon a little weak in the knees. And now he was being playful with Cornflower...She took a deep breath and sighed, it was such a shame Angus was a bull and that they were meeting under these circumstances.
Sharon glances at the VIP group and to see how they were reacting and to distract herself. Dr. Daisy was watching quietly, apparently with professional detachment. Tauros, meanwhile was enraptured by the scene. His eyes were mostly glued to Cornflower, watching her surge and slide against Angus. Tauros nostrils were wide, panting in the scent of sex and his suit trousers were straining against a massive erection. Once in a while he would glance at Angus and scowl, hatred and jealousy clouding his features for a moment. Angus seemed to notice and would glance past Cornflower's bobbing body to shoot Angus a smug look. Bulls, it seemed, did not get along.
Princess was the most interesting to watch though. She stood against the fence blushing and taking in the fucking cow and bull with rapt attention. Her breath was rapid and panting, and as her small breasts heaved Sharon could see her hard nipples through her dress. She squirmed and gasped a little as Cornflower flung back her head and mooed in orgasm and Angus below her bellowed triumphantly as he came inside her. Princess blushed an even deeper red and asked to be taken to the bathroom.
Tauros, tucking his erection into his waistband, smiled knowingly and ushered Princess along with him. Dr. Daisy turned primly to Sharon and asked that when she returned Cornflower to graze, that she also fetch Sunshine for a milking demonstration.
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Episode 25: Milking Demonstration
Sharon brought the still glowing, glamorous Sunshine to the milking shed. She positively floated along on her hooves, excited for an extra milking and pleased with being the centre of attention. She winked at Sharon when she caught her looking.
When Sharon and sunshine arrived at the milking shed they found Bessy and the VIP delegation waiting for them. Princess smiled shyly, looking flushed and relieved. Tauros launched into a brief speech about milking, the process, and enriching the happiness of cows. Dr. Daisy briefly outline the typical physiology of the cows and pointed out that the treatment seemed to rewire the cows pleasure centres to enjoy milking more than was typical for cows and humans. Tauros then indicated that the milkmaids should proceed.
Sunshine strutted gracefully over to the milking stall and with a dramatic sigh of pleasure bent over and assumed the milking position, spreading her legs wide to let her udder hang free. She lifted her tail and waved it, drawing attention to her glistening labia. She glanced back over her shoulder at Princess who blushed.
Bessy and Sharon approached the cow, Bessy running her hand along Sunshine's back and positioning herself to milk her four breasts. Sharon walked up to Sunshine's udder and patted her on her flank, letting her know where she was. Sunshine mooed in expectation. Bessy and Sharon both went through the process, dipping Sunshine's various teats in cleaning solution, then massaging her breasts and udder. Sunshine moaned and mooed sensually at the sensation, partially from pleasure and maybe a little hamming it up for Princess. The milkmaids took their cue and spent extra time and attention on the massage step, giving Sunshine ample time to voice her enjoyment of it. Then the milkmaids quickly dried the cow's teats and attached the milking machinery. Sunshine mooed shamelessly, bucking and groaning, her pussy dribbling her arousal. Within a few moments she was panting rapidly and releasing quick little moos until she finally screamed in pleasure, throwing back her head and squirting a small puddle of female ejaculate onto the floor. She swayed on her hooves drunkenly gasping.
Tauros decided the demonstration was sufficient and that he didn't want to overtax Sunshine before her evening milking. So he asked the milkmaids to unhook the cow from the milker, which they did. They dutifully recleaned Sunshine's teat and helped the cow stumble happily into the feed lot.
Princess for her part was standing rigidly and panting, face flushed crimson. "Mr. Tauros, I need to visit the bathroom again..."
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Episode 26: Sharon’s Bull Session
After a blushing Princess finished in the restroom she and Tauros departed from the farm for a fancy business lunch. Dr. Daisy went up to her office/loft in the farmhouse attic with an overnight suitcase, clearly planning to remain on the farm for a while. Sharon and Bessy returned to their normal milkmaid duties after the pair returned to the farmhouse to inhale a quick lunch and to change into more practically work clothes. Since the next thing on their schedule was to feed the cows, they hitched up the feed trailer and offered a cheerful Sunshine a ride back to the fields in the cargo space of their rugged golf cart. Upon arriving in the field Sunshine shed her sunglasses and scarf and wiped off her lipstick, smiling at the milkmaids. "It's been fun ladies." She winked, and sashayed back to the herd which was descending on the food troughs.
Sharon noticed earlier that Angus' food hopper looked a little low, so after the cows were fed and the feed trailer was stowed, so she loaded a few bags of feed onto the golf cart and brought the food to the Bull's enclosure. Angus watched her quietly while she cut open two bags of feed and dumped them into his feeder. He eventually clopped over and said in a friendly voice, "Y'know, if I wasn't stuck in here I could have helped you with that." When Sharon stared at him blankly he continued, "my bull treatments have made me really strong... Who needs a gym, right?" When Sharon still didn't reply, Angus sighed. 'Look, I just want to talk to you... With you. I'm, well, kind of lonely. I love being a bull and love my cows, but they really just like me for the sex and the animal magnetism. Which is great, but our interactions aren't really all that intellectually stimulating, y'know? And well, I was hoping we could talk and maybe be friends?"
Sharon blushed and wasn't sure what to say. Angus was the object of her erotic imagination, and as long as she could treat him as a fantastic object, like an untouchable hot celebrity, the better she could deal with her infatuation. And here he was asking for them to get to know one another, to become friends. It was a level of familiarity that Sharon wasn't sure she was prepared for or that she could maintain professionally. But at the same time, the poor bull was lonely. He spent his whole day in a small enclosure waiting for his short period of joy with a lucky cow. Unlike the cows who had each other for companionship, Angus didn't really have any friends. Sharon's heart went out to bull and deep down she knew she couldn't deny him his request. She would just have to be careful with her emotions. "Yeah, we can try that. So uh, how's the weather?"
Angus snorted an amused bull noise. "That's what you're going with?"
"Do you want my scintillating conversation or not?"
Angus snorted again, "I guess beggars can't be choosers..."
Sharon smirked, "you really know how to flatter a girl."
Angus smirked back, "usually the cows in my life just waltz on into my paddock and fuck me, I haven't really had to be charming."
"Going to have to find you a "how to make friends' self-help book from the farm library."
"Don't tease me, I'd give my left horn for a book!"
"You can save your hardware, but I might be able to smuggle you out something...."
***
Episode 27: Bessy’s Bull Session
Sharon promised Angus that she would be back the next day for a visit and that she would try and find one of her favourite books from the farmhouse library for him. She double checked that she filled the feed hopper for Angus and then lugged the half bag of feed she didn't use back into the golfcart. She sighed, she still had one and a half bags feed left in the cart, some of which was open. Sharon thought that it would be less of a pain to put out the feed somewhere rather than return it to storage.... She wondered if Samson needed a top up. She climbed into the golfcart and drove towards the other bull's enclosure.
As she approached she heard the sound of ecstatic mooing coming from Samson's enclosure. It sounded like one of the cows was visiting, but Sharon knew that today's cows had already had their scheduled rendezvous with the bulls. Maybe one of the cows had broken loose from the corral? Or maybe Sunshine was being rewarded for her salesmanship? Or Dr. Daisy looked quite bovine.... Sharon stopped the cart still out of sight and decided to sneak closer for a better look.
Sharon made her way to the back of the bull shed and peeked around the side. She gasped. There in the bull enclosure was Bessy sucking Samson's monstrous bull cock. Other than a red kerchief tied around her neck, Bessy was completely naked, leaning forward slightly with her lips wrapped around the bull's huge, inhuman glans. She pressed her uppermost pair of tits together to let the bull tit fuck her while she sucked and licked his cock. Samson tipped his head back panting and grunting, eye's closed in pleasure, grinding his hips to fuck Bessy in the face with surprising gentleness. The milkmaids eyes were closed in pleasure, sides heaving as she panted, naked pussy glisteningly wet in the sunlight. Sharon could hardly believe it, her *married* friend was fucking a Minotaur!
When Samson started to tense and snort like he was about to come, Bessy released his cock and stood, four breasts hanging heavily on her chest. She glanced around and Sharon ducked back into hiding, hoping she hadn't been spotted. She counted to twenty before peeking back around the corner. She saw that Bessy had walked over to an enclosure fence and had propped herself in a bent over posture, torso horizontal and slick pussy in the air like a cow in heat. She mooed seductively and swung her hips at the bull. Samson took that as all the invitation he needed, striding forward and ramming his bovine penis into the milkmaid. Bessy groaned in discomfort and pleasure and pressed her hips back against the bull. Samson began to, with admirable caution, slowly work his cock in and out of Bessy. Bessy mooed and begged to be fucked harder like a cow. Samson snorted and panted, but maintained his control, fucking Bessy at a deliberate pace. Bessy bucked and mooed and swore at Samson, urging him to fuck her bovine brains out like a dirty little cow slut. Samson started to fuck her faster and harder, his balls slapping heavily into the milkmaid with every thrust. Bessy mewled in passionate discomfort, straining against Samson's strength, breasts surging below her. She finally gasped and bucked and then bellowed a joyous moo as she orgasmed. Samson clamped onto her and started to fuck her wildly, like a cow. Bessy mooed in ecstasy and bellowed again in orgasm. Samson snorted and groaned and tensed, bellowing himself as he came inside the milkmaid.
They hung like that a moment, a bull covering a cow, before Samson pulled his softening cock out of Bessy. A sluice of bull semen poured out of the milkmaid and dribbled down her leg. She flopped to all fours, tongue hanging out and mooing quietly.
Sharon ducked back behind the bull shed and field back to the golfcart, eager to get away without being noticed; eager to get the image if Bessy, breasts flopping and animal lust on her face, out of her mind.
***
Episode 28: Ella
Sharon retreated to the cow pasture, sitting on a rise with her book and binoculars. It was one of the places she was supposed to be, one of the places where she could plausibly deny having seen Bessy.... Sharon took a deep breath. Her married friend and coworker had just fucked a bull. This is was against the rules of the farm and, Sharon suspected, against the rules of Bessy's marriage. Sharon wasn't sure what to do about it. Should she confront the milkmaid? Should she inform management? Should she ignore it? Could she ignore it, the image of Bessy rutting wildly with Samson a look of pure ecstasy in her face? Was that even the first time? And a small part of Sharon wondered: did this mean Sharon could get away with having an affair with Angus?
"Sorry, um Hi?"
Sharon was interrupted by the arrival of Ella. The cow looked nervous and apologetic. Sharon smiled and gestured for her to sit down, grateful for the distraction. Ella smiling prettily flopped down gracelessly next to her.
Ella fidgeted with her kinky blonde hair and scuffed her hooves on the ground for a while before saying, "I know you have a low opinion of Sunshine and us, her friends...."
Sharon took a breath, "I'm actually confused by Sunshine more than anything, she is really some kind of enigma on this farm. But you're right that I'm not fond of how she treats some of the cows in the herd..."
Ella bit her lip thoughtfully, "well, it's like... I don't think she is trying to be mean. She is just from a world where everything is kind of cut throat and intense, you know? And like, it's not like that here, and I'm not sure she has an off button for that stuff yet. She's really very nice once you get past the shell and get to know her...."
"I'll try to bear that in mind..." Sharon was suspicious. She thought of how Nettie had tried to recruit her in her beef against Sunshine, and how pathetic the cow had looked in her attempt. And how angry Nettie became when Sharon rebuffed her. It had been days since the incident and the cow still scowled at the milkmaid. Sharon suspected that Sunshine was too smooth an operator to try such a direct approach with Sharon, but could see her sending pleasant Ella to befriend her as an excellent longterm strategy. It would be a smart way to leverage her assists and to draw Sharon into her orbit, or at the very least to ensure Sharon was watching out for Ella's wellbeing in any intraherd conflict. Or... was that too paranoid? Maybe Ella was just being nice...
Ella sniffed, "You must think I'm terrible for being part of her group. But, it's not like I have a lot of options here. Bertha and Gertie aren't really interested in, like, a person friendship these days and like, Cookie and Honeybun are great but they can't really talk anymore. And I can't make friends with Tulip, Bella, or Cornflower without pissing off Nettie. So Sunshine isn't just my best friend... she's kind of also my only humanish friend. You must think I'm a bad person for that..."
"I don't think you're a bad person Ella. Believe it or not, I had a bitchy friend of my own in high school and so I get the whole appeal of charismatic and popular girlfriends...."
Ella looked at her hopefully. "Could we be friends? I could use someone else to talk to, and you're here everyday almost and sometimes... you look kind of lonely too?"
Sharon looked at the earnest cow. She thought she could see a genuine yearning for connection on the cow's face, but she was still suspicious about the broader machinations of Sunshine. And yet, Sharon was lonely. Working with Bessy was great but the milkmaid was about to leave for a week of vacation and honestly, Sharon was pretty upset by Bessy's sexual transgression. Having another friend on the farm would help fill her days a little and make her less reliant on a single person for companionship. So despite her misgivings.... "Of course we can be friends."
Ella's face blossomed into a beautiful smile. "Great!" Her eyes widened as she saw something in the distance. "Geez, sorry! Sunshine is waving at me, I gotta run. I'll come find you tomorrow? Maybe you can braid my hair for me like you did Bessy's today? It was really pretty." Ella hopped to her hooves and skipped off down the hill to her friends.
Sharon took another deep breath and tried to relax.
***
Episode 29: Dinner with Daisy
A very cheerful Bessy met Sharon at the pasture and together the milkmaids moved the herd to the milking shed, and with quiet efficiency the women had the cows milked, orgasmed, and having their evening feed. Sharon offered to stay behind and keep an eye on the cows and take them to their stalls, really buying herself a little extra time before she would have to interact with Bessy. Bessy, oblivious, happily offerred to get dinner started.
When Sharon eventually entered the kitchen she was confronted by the smell of cooking macaroni and cheese using Bessy milk for the cheese sauce. Bessy was at the stove and she was talking to a seated Dr. Daisy. "You would not believe how many runs you get in stockings once you have hooves!" Gone was the icey, professional Dr. Daisy, with her business drag, severe glasses, and pencil skirt. Instead she was wearing cute catseye glasses with thick black plastic rims, yoga capri pants with a hole for her tail and pulled up over the kink of her digitigrade legs, and a large black t-shirt with "Bos taurus" written on it in white block letters. Her huge udder was piled comfortably in her lap, cuddled against her torso. It was pretty obvious from this outfit that Dr. Daisy didn't have human breasts at all, that she was completely flat chested. Bessy laughed and glanced at Dr. Daisy, "Doc, I would have thought you'd have engineered a clever solution already!" Dr. Daisy laughed, "If I had invented run-less hose, do you think I'd still be working in the cow racket?" Both women laughed heartily.
Dr. Daisy's cow ear flicked and she glanced over at Sharon and smiled warmly. "Hi, I'm the nefarious Dr. Daisy, but please when I'm in my civilian drag call me Daisy. You must be Sharon, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Sharon smiled back and nodded, grateful for a buffer between and Bessy and herself. "What brings you to the farm?"
The doctor smiled primly, "well, Tauros likes me be available whenever a prospective client comes to check out the farm. Something about my gravitas he thinks helps him make the sale, and really, it's good for me to be here to clear up any transformation related questions that might come up. But generally I try to be around the farm more than I have been lately, I'm technically the director of transformation and the chief operating officer of the farm, so all of this is part of my umbrella of responsibility. If not for needing to consult with Princess about her change and some pressing work to streamline mutagen production at the central lab, I would have vastly preferred being here for your first days on the farm, Sharon. The least I can do now is be around for the transition between Bessy and our other milkmaid Hannah."
Sharon thought for a moment, "wait, so you're the COO of the farm and the lead scientist?"
Bessy laughed, "more like the only scientist. Mackenzie Dairy Farm is a lean operation from a corporate standpoint. The org chart is simple enough to rattle off: Tauros is the CEO and handles sales and recruitment and basic management; he's the figurehead of the company. I'm the COO of the lab and the farm and so I'm in charge of making sure we have transformation mutagen and that the cows are being looked after and the farm is running smoothly. We also have a CFO, Clark Silver, who handles the finances and the legal aspects of the company. You'll probably only see him at the Christmas party, he finds the whole cow-thing an amusing perversion and is mostly in it for the fun complexity of our cows' legal situation. Ginny the secretary works directly for Tauros, and is extensively involved in the sales and recruitment part of the company, you milkmaids are directly under me, but also answerable to Tauros, and the caretaker falls under my supervision."
"That seems a bit small for everything the farm needs..."
"Well, we also contract out. We have a doctor and a veterinarian on retainer to consult with any medical problems that exceed Bessy and my expertise. Chuck handles the milk processing, packaging and distribution for us and we'll also have a desperate accounting firm that does quarterly reviews of our books to make sure everything is fine. And of course there is the board of directors, the investors who own Mackenzie Dairy Farm and who ultimately dictate strategic direction. As the inventor and golden cow of the mutagen, I have a director seat and as a the largest single owner, so does the cow Sunshine, although she is usually an absentee voter or occasionally cedes her vote to me when I ask her for it. And that's basically the company structure, oh lowly milkmaid." Daisy grinned playfully.
"That doesn't really explain why the science team isn't bigger."
"Well, that has to do with the mutagen more than anything. It is extremely difficult to synthesize chemically, much to expensive to be commercially viable, even with our business model. I have a trick though, that makes it work, but well, it's not exactly something that will translate to other workers. Which is part of why I'm trying to develop a better approach."
"So what is to deal with this mutagen anyway?"
Daisy sighed... "It's kind of a long story..."
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Episode 30: Dr. Daisy and the Mutagen
Dr. Daisy took a breath. "So you may have noticed I have no breasts. When I was in my forties I was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer and so I had to receive a complete double mastectomy...."
Sharon frowned, "did you say in your forties?" Sharon had thought Daisy had looked in her mid-twenties.
Daisy smiled, "Yeah. A pleasant side effect of the mutagen is that it reverses aging. So beyond letting people live out their bovine fantasies, it's a fountain of youth. Pretty cool right?"
Sharon nodded, reevaluating what she thought about all of the cows, and who they might have been before their transformation.
"Anyway..." Daisy continued, "I was pretty bummed out, I had liked my breasts. But I didn't want silicone balloons installed, I wanted the real thing back. So I thought, maybe there is way.
"Prior to my diagnosis I had been studying breast cancer. I don't know if you know this, but the virulence of a cancer is often influenced by the stem-ness of the tissue; the less differentiated the rogue cells, the worse and more common the cancer. (Probably because our immune systems can kill off slow growing cancers.) This is part of why skin cancer and stomach cancer are pretty common but like, muscle cancer isn't. I had been studying the link between breast cancer and stem cells.
"So I thought, what if I used what I knew about breast stem cells to try and grow new breast tissue for patients. And what if I customized a mutagen from a promising lead agent, based on a bovine growth hormone used to simulate milk production, to try and stimulate breast regrowth. So over several months I toyed with the compound and found a version that would regenerate mammary tissue cultures really well. And then I painstakingly made a large amount of it..."
Sharon smiled a tight little smile, "Let me guess, then you dosed yourself with it to test it?"
Daisy laughed boisterously, "Of course not! What kind of psycho exposes themselves to an untested mutagen deliberately. That's madness!"
Bessy giggled and Sharon blushed. Bessy explained that Sharon's ex had been a self-styled mad scientist.
Daisy continued: "what happened was that the final synthetic step is pretty energetic, and because I'd never made so much at once I wasn't really prepared for quite how much energy would be released. My containment vessel exploded and coated me in the concentrated mutagen and exposed me to a large amount of aerosolized compound.
"I transformed. I felt my skin burn and body remold itself, the cartilage of my nose distending as it widened, my ears migrate and stretch, the points of my horns erupting through my skin. I left a sharp pain as my tail emerged and fell to the floor as my legs buckled and warped into their new posture and my feet contracted into hooves. I mooed in agony and bliss as my pelvis blossomed and then ballooned into this mighty udder growing long bovine teats. I orgasmed. And then I felt a great heat in my vagina as it altered, swelling into something bovine. I mooed triumphantly and orgasmed again.
"I learned several things right then. My mutagen couldn't grow new breast tissue, just expand and reprogram existing tissue. So no new breasts for me, just this udder," Daisy gave her milk sack a loving caress. "I also obviously learned that my mutagen had a side effect: that it generated bovine traits in humans, causing a transformation and lactation. And as I already said, I learned that my mutagen also de-aged those exposed to it.
"The next several days were a whirlwind. I was dismissed from the university and had my tenure revoked for performing unnatural experiments. My partner left me because she couldn't handle my new bovine body and youth, couldn't forgive me for jeopardizing our lives together. I also learned the joy of his new body, the vitality of being young again, the sexual gratification of being milked. It was horrible and amazing all at once.
"I eventually moved in with my friend who was the chancellor of the university. She had fought to preserve my position and promised to stick by me until I landed on my hooves. It became apparent that she want being entirely altruistic: she was deeply infatuated with my body and wanted to become a cow herself. She begged me to recreate the experiment and transform her, and after I learned my trick for safely producing large amounts of the mutagen, I did. And so Bertha was born.
Except being part cow wasn't enough for Bertha, she wanted the lifestyle. So she decided that we should start a business. She contacted friends with money and similar perversions to help seed the company. And then she used her contacts as the chancellor to attract venture capitalists who either saw an amusing extra for their portfolio or a way into a compound, that if I can ever mass produce and reformulate out the bovine side effects, will probably be worth a fortune in breast enhancement and anti-aging technology
"So we had the money, established the farm, created our first three cows: Bertha, Sunshine, and Gertie and the rest is history..."
***
Episode 31: Dr. Daisy’s Laboratory
Dinner was a pleasant affair. Bessy was, as usual, an excellent cook and her use of sharp asiago cheese, mustard powder and smoked paprika in her Mac and cheese was delightful. Sharon also really enjoyed having someone else to talk with. Dr. Daisy was smart and funny and a welcome addition to their table. Sharon was having a pleasant enough time that she was almost able to ignore what she had seen Bessy do earlier.
As the meal was closing, Daisy smiled and got Bessy's attention. "I have some good news for you, we've decided to approve the next instalment of your treatment."
Bessy squealed happily and clapped her hands.
The doctor continued: "I've isolated enough mutagen for your treatment, so it's ready whenever you are. We could even do it right now..."
Bessy bounced, breasts wobbling, "Now! Now! Now!"
Daisy laughed, "Okay. But not this instant..." She stroked her udder, which to Sharon's trained eye looked taut and full. "I think I'm going to need a milking first. Why don't you ladies come down and see the lab while I take care of this, and Sharon can look around. Then we can get Bessy her treatment."
The milkmaids followed the scientist, waddling with obvious discomfort down the basement steps. Sharon followed cautiously, driven by her curiosity while Bessy skipped along impatiently, crowding the doctor. Daisy punched in a code on the heavy door's keypad and a heavy lock thinker open. She pushed the door open. "Welcome to my secret lair!"
Sharon found the lab a little disappointing. It was very much a mundane lab space, standard hanging fluorescent lights, spillproof flooring, long heavy duty benches and shelves studded with machines. It was clean, orderly, and functional. It was far from the eccentric mess and wild gadgetry of Jim's lab space. She sighed wistfully.
Daisy waddled over to a nice office chair on wheels and propelled herself over to a milking machine. Bessy dug out a plastic tray with standard milking kit and began to clean Dr. Daisy's teats before giving a massage to the scientists udder. Daisy mooed and sighed happily. Bessy then wiped up and hooked on the milkcups to the doctor who groaned in relief and arousal. Daisy started to pant, "puh-please look around... Sharon... and ah-ask me anything you wannnt..."
Sharon took a closer look at the contents of the lab. From dating Jim she had a pretty good idea of what she was looking at. There were a number of fridges and freezers, some of which had heavy duty doors with strong looking locks. There was a cold room, basically a walk-in fridge filled with that looked like big columns for gravity isolations. There were a series of centrifuges, one large appliance sized one, a medium sized table top one, and a small microcentrifuge, all of which were refrigerated. There was a biosafety cabinet along one wall. And there were three large machines, two of which were HPLC purification machines and the last was a bulky gas chromatography system hooked into a mass spectrometer. From what Sharon understood, it was a lot of expensive machines designed to isolate and purify a material.
What Sharon didn't see was any chemistry equipment. She didn't see any glassware hooked to ring clamps with heating elements and evaporators or any of the other common items of an organic chemistry lab. Dr. Daisy had the stuff she needed to purify a compound, but not any of the things she would need to actually make it. "Uh, Dr. Daisy, I don't see any chemistry stuff here... how do you make the compound?"
Dr. Daisy emitted a choked moo as she tried to stifle an orgasm. "Well...." through her flush, she managed to look impressed, "I gah-guess you know a th-thing or tw-moo about sci-cience." She clenched and spasmed and mooed in another quiet orgasm. She panted a few breaths and then mooed in another orgasm. "I muh-make the mutagen in muh-my mooo-ilk." She bellowed and thrashed in yet another orgasm. Dr. Daisy waved weakly and gave up on trying to talk, closing her eyes and mooing shamelessly as she came and came and came as she was milked.
Eventually the machine stopped pumping milk and Daisy collapsed into a sweaty, panting ball. She took control of her breathing, taking long deep breaths until her body calmed. Flushed from sexual gratification she looked at Sharon. "We found out that my milk contained mutagen when I was living with Bertha. I was making so much milk that we just started drinking it. Over the weeks we noticed that Bertha's breasts had grown a little and my udder was expanding. It was a small thing, but on a hunch I examined my milk and found that my udder was making trace amounts of mutagen. Not enough to transform someone or to have any acute effects, but it was there." Dr. Daisy stretched herself out luxuriously in her chair. "So we had a source of the mutagen that was safer and cheaper than synthesizing it chemically. And... have you heard of the spider-goats? They made goats that made spidersilk in their udders. The scientists could milk the goats and then purify the spidersilk proteins from the milk. It... didn't work that well, but I thought I could do something like that, milk myself and then extract the mutagen and concentrate it. It works, but it's a slow process... there is so little mutagen in my milk that it takes more than a week to isolate enough mutagen for a full treatment."
Daisy climbed unsteadily to her hooves and walked over to the milk machine and removed the collection container. She took the container into the cold room and split her fresh milk evenly between four gravity columns to start the isolation process. When she popped back into the lab she continued: "So my udder's milk production is the rate limiting step of this business. I have a finite amount of mutagen that I can isolate from myself and so far no other cows express mutagen in their milk. It seems to be a unique thing that happened to me from the accident. So it's just me until I can figure out a better way to make it. At the main lab, I've been trying to.... commercial antibodies. They make commercial antibodies by taking an antibody producing immune cell and fusing it to a cancer cell to make something called a hybridoma, an immortal cell that secretes a desirably antibody. I'm trying to make a hybridoma of a mutagen producing breast gland cell and a cancer cell that can make the mutagen in the same way. Then I can scale the process up and start to work on perfecting the compound and expanding the farm faster." Daisy walked around the lab turning on a centrifuge and setting its refrigeration temperature. "But for now," she patted her udder, "this is my secret process."
***
Episode 32: Bessy Gets a Treatment
Bessy spent the entire period of Dr. Daisy's milking pacing around the lab impatiently. Sharon could tell she was almost manic with anticipation. Dr. Daisy smiled warmly, and after double checking her milk was progressing through the filter columns, went over to a small fridge with a keypad lock and unlocked it. She opened a contained and pulled out a small glass vial with a rubber septum lid. The label on the vial read "Bovinex mutagen, isolation #184" as well as the dates of milking, day of purification, and quantity of mutagen in the vial. Daisy held the vial up and turned it so the milkmaids could see though the vial and observe the 3 ml of clear liquid in the vial. Bessy mooed with excitement.
Dr. Daisy walked over to a fairly unoccupied side of the lab that had a window into another room and a door. Daisy opened the door and flipped on the lights, revealing a clean and simple examination room. The room had a cupboard, sink, a rolling table, and a large examination table. Bessy skipped into the room and began stripping off her clothes while Daisy opened a cabinet and pulled out a tray, a section of rubber tubbing, a sterile syringe and needle. The doctor assembled the syringe and needle, pushed the needle into the vial, tipped the vial upside down and carefully charged the needle, being sure to purge all of the air. She then placed the needle loosely back into the sharp-guard and placed it on the tray. A nude Bessy hopped onto the examination table, smiling with excitement.
Sharon took a look at the naked woman, trying to get a before image of Bessy before her treatment. She was on the shorter side of average and had soft physique that flirted with chubbiness. Her skin was lightly tanned skin, prone to freckles. She had rounded facial features and shoulder length, dark brown hair that she had pulled loose when she stripped. Her cheeks dimpled when she smiled. She had four large, probably d cup breasts on her torso in two rows. They raised and fell as she breathed quickly and deeply in anticipation. Each breast had large areoles with finger tip sized nipples. The nipples were stiff with arousal. Between her soft highs she had a shockingly pink vagina, with large vulva which glistened with wet. The room smelt faintly of sex
Dr. Daisy pulled on rubber gloves and picked up a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She took Bessy's left arm and swabbed it with soaked cotton, cleaning the injection site. "Okay Bessy, this is a standard treatment plan dose, same as the last few. You should expect the same degree of effects." She wrapped the milkmaids arm with the rubber tubing above her elbow, making the veins of her arm standout. With experienced care she inserted the needle into a vein, drawing back a little to make sure she had found a vessel, and then smoothly injected the mutagen into Bessy. Bessy flinched at the feeling of the needle poke and gasped at the sensation of the cool fluid being pushed into her vein. Dr. Daisy withdrew the needle from her arm, pressed a small ball of cotton against the injection site, and removed the rubber tubing. She instructed Bessy to apply pressure to the cotton with her opposite hand and then felt for Bessy's radial pulse and checked her watch. "It should be a few seconds before the mutagen begins to work..." Bessy squirmed in anticipation.
Dr. Daisy looked at Sharon. "Bessy has just been given a treatment plan sized dose. This is much smaller than what the cows receive, about a week's worth of my product. This size is more commensurate with what employees can afford and doesn't disrupt the production schedule for the cows. This sized dose is relatively safe and doesn't require an extra support IV or additional monitoring. But it is still a large enough dose that we should see substantial effects.... Which should start right about... Now..."
Bessy gasped, her eyes going wide as the mutagen kicked in. She moaned and her hands grabbed at her breasts as they surged, swelling visibly. She mooed and her four nipples started to lengthen and thicken, resembling two inch teats. Bessy tugged on one, and a bead of milk blossomed from the end. She leaned back for a moment panting, her four breasts now E or maybe F cups, each capped by an obvious teat. Bessy groaned as a new sensation reached her, the cartilage of her nose and ears becoming hot as the tissue began to remold itself. Her nose widened and flared, still recognizably a nose, but with inhuman dimensions. Her ears meanwhile distended and grew mobile, still retaining the look of human ear tissue but elongated and roaming like miniature cow ears. Bessy touched one in wonder and snuffled the air with her enhanced nostrils. She gasped in sudden discomfort and clutched her head as a pair of hard bumps formed under her scalp, the foundation of future horns. She panted for a moment before yelping as pain flared in her feet and lower back. She lifted a foot and watched as her three smallest toes merged together leaving her with a big toe, second toe, and amalgamated third toe. The discomfort in her back intensified and shot down to her ass. Bessy mooed in expectation, leaning forward and trying to glance over her shoulder as she grew a three inch long tail capped with a small tuft of brown hair. It waved around weakly as Bessy smiled. And then Bessy screeched in surprise as her pussy suddenly felt like it was swelling. The milkmaid spread her legs and watched as her inner and outer labia swelled, becoming puffy and cow-like but still more human than bovine. She mooed in pleasure and touched her reformed vagina, running her fingers along her slick, strange new cleft. The changes ground to a halt.
Bessy though, kept right on stroking her cunt, mooing and gasping as she revelled in her altered body. Sharon felt very uncomfortable and Dr. Daisy, after a quick examination of the self-pleasuring Bessy, suggested they give the milkmaid some privacy. Which, it turned out, was merely stepping out of the examination room and watching Bessy fuck herself through the observation window. Daisy, now making notes on a tablet, explained that she would have to watch Bessy for the next half hour to ensure there were no unforeseen complications. Bessy in the room screamed a voice-cracking moo and shook in her first orgasm with her new cunt. She basked for a moment before grabbing her tits and returning to exploring her body. Daisy suggested that Sharon was welcome to leave if she was uncomfortable, and that she had seen the most important parts. Sharon gratefully beat a hasty retreat.
Sharon left the lab, returned to the main floor, raced up the stairs, and ducked into her suite. She stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She pressed her back against the door, dropped her pants, and plunged her hand into her aching, slick vagina.
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Episode 33: Sharon Brings Angus a Book
Sharon had scoured the farmhouse library and was pleased to find several Le Guin novels, perfect to give to Angus. Her favourite was Left Hand of Darkness, but she figured it might not be the right novel for Angus; she didn't know him well enough to tell. She thought that The Lathe of Heaven or maybe The Dispossessed would be more generally accessible, and on second thought, the themes of forfeiting capitalist wealth to live a simple, fulfilling life of community in The Dispossessed might resonate with the bull. She grabbed that book and made her way outside, walking toward the bull enclosure. She called to Angus and he smiled at her and beckoned her inside. She felt her heart jump and she accepted his invitation, opening the gate and stepping into his corral. She handed him the book and he tossed it aside, stepping forward to her and hugging her against him. She could feel his strength and his thick body hair against her naked body. She sighed happily and looked up at him, and Angus looked back down at her. He kissed her, or maybe she kissed him. And then they kissed each other, passionately, hungrily. Angus let go of her mouth and traced a line of kissed along her neck, tipping her back. He licked her gigantic breasts, teasing each of the four long teats on each tit. Sharon mooed in pleasure. She pushed Angus away and turned her back to him, falling easily onto all fours, her arms as long as her legs. She wiggled her hips, making her gargantuan breasts shake below her, eight teats brushing the ground. She threw Angus a lust filled look and lifted her long, bovine tail. Angus snorted and entered her with his mighty cock and Sharon mooed in ecstasy. He thrust once, twice, again... And stopped. Sharon desperately wanted him to continue. She looked at him to beg him to continue, opened her mouth and mooed. She blinked in surprise and cleared her throat, tried again. Moo. Moo moo moo moo moo. Angus raises his eyebrows in concern and opened his mouth to reply... And BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Sharon snapped awake to the sound of her alarm ringing. She was panting, tangled in her sheets. Her t-shirt had ridden up her body exposing her lower body. Her pussy felt swollen and hot. She reached down and touched it, finger coming away wet. She moaned...
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Episode 34: The Next Morning
Sharon laid in bed feeling muzzy. Normally this would be when Bessy would bound in brandishing a fresh cup of coffee. But it was her off week, and if she hadn't left the farm yet Sharon presumed she would be sleeping in. She groaned. No more coffee in bed...
She pushed herself out of bed and sleepily shrugged on underwear, jeans, a tank top and a cableknit sweater. She shambled down the stairs to the kitchen and meeped in joyful surprise at the sight of a carafe filled with fresh, hot coffee. A note in front of the coffee maker read: "Had to pee so I made you a pot. Happy caffeine! xoxo Bessy." Sharon instantly forgave her friend all of her Earthly transgressions.
One mug down the tube and a full to go cup later Sharon rounded up the cows and brought them to the milk shed. Hannah, Bessy's relief, wasn't at the farm yet, so Sharon set about milking the cows herself. She was efficiently going through the process when Dr. Daisy marched in wearing a collision between her science persona and farm wear: gum boots, flannel and denim under a lab coat with her wirerim glasses. She saw Sharon needed a hand and so she started hooking up cows with practiced ease. Once all the cows were being milked and lowing with sexual bliss, Sharon set about loading the feed troughs while Dr. Daisy examined the cows, checked their milking records, and made notes on a tablet computer. She spent a lot of extra time on Nettie frowning thoughtfully.
Afterward Sharon and Daisy headed back to the farmhouse for their breakfast where they were greeted by a large pancake meal cooked by Bessy. Bessy smiled widely and her newly mobile ears perked up when she saw them. "It's my goodbye breakfast." Bessy took off her apron revealing she was wearing cow print panties and nothing else. Her four massive breasts hung heavily, swollen and taut from her chest and her long teats swung around in front of her. Sharon could see the bulging outline of her altered labia through her panties. Bessy poured everyone a fresh cup of coffee, and then careful of her small tail, sat at the table.
The group tucked in their meals while Bessy proudly announced the buttermilk used in the pancakes was hers. Dr. Daisy asked Bessy how she was doing and if she was experiencing anything unexpected. Bessy reported that everything was perfect. Bessy asked if Hannah was running late again and snickered when Daisy confirmed that she still hadn't turned up. Sharon asked what Bessy's plans were for her time off and Bessy explained that she and Tommy were going to meet up and go on a fishing/camping trip. Sharon asked how Bessy was planning on dealing with her lactation needs while camping. Bessy happily explained that she had a portable breast pump that she had already equipped with teat sized milking cups. But, she added with a wink, she hoped now that she had teats instead of nipples she could inspire her man to try hand milking. Sharon tried not to dwell on how different Bessy looked and how satisfied she seemed.
After lunch Sharon thanked Bessy for the meal and tried to beat a hasty retreat before she'd have to watch Bessy milk herself. Bessy stood and marched over to Sharon and enveloped her in a hug. Sharon found herself pressed against a wall of warm breast flesh. Bessy sniffled a little. "Sharon it's been such a pleasure meeting and working with you. I'm going to miss you so much." Sharon hugged Bessy back, "I'm going to miss you too."
And with that Sharon went to work and Bessy went on vacation.
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Episode 35: Hannah
Sharon was just getting ready to feed the cows lunch when a scarred pickup truck pulling a horse trailer pulled into the farm. Sharon hustled over to the truck in time to see a tall woman climb out of the cab. She was more than six feet tall, thin and muscular and was dressed like a cowgirl. She wore a battered old brown leather cowboy hat and a faded denim jacket over a canvas workshirt and black jeans. She had cowboy boots on her feet. As Sharon drew closer she could see the woman had angular features, long straight light brown hair, and appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. Sharon stuck out her hand and introduced herself. The woman spat on the ground and shook, "Howdy, I'm Hannah."
Sharon introduced herself and told Hannah she was just about to feed the cows their midday feed and could use a hand. Hannah bobbed her head in agreement and then nodded at the trailer. "Just need to get my horses settled in first. Poor guys have been in the trailer all day." Sharon, wanting to make a good first impression, offered to help. Hannah opened the horse trailer and led out a placid, dark brown horse. "This is Peanut, I've had him for years," she said stroking the horses head, "He is a very good boy, yes he is." Hannah handed Sharon Peanut's reins and ducked back into the trailer. She pulled out a much more spirited horse, who tugged and dragged on the reins. "And this spitfire is Caspian. I'm still training this guy and he sometimes forgets who is boss." Sharon asked Hannah about training horses and Hannah smiled. "Truth told, training horses is my real passion. It's not a real lucrative career though, no serious money in it, so I work here to pay the bills. The horses are a hobby that pays enough that I usually just about break even. Besides, it gives me something to do out here to pass the time. What else is there? Reading trashy romance novels?" Hannah spat again.
"Now c'mon, we gotta get these horses stalled and some cows fed." Hannah started off in the direction of the cow barn with Caspian and Sharon followed in her wake with Peanut.
To Sharon's surprise, Hannah walked Caspian right into the cow barn and quartered the horse in one of the unoccupied stalls in the back corner of the barn. She took Peanut from Sharon and let him into the adjacent stall. Sharon was aghast, this barn was for the cows not for actual animals. "Excuse me," she said, summoning her lawyer voice, "I don't think you should keep your horses here."
Hannah gave her a look and spat. "It's a barn isn't it? Where else would I put my horses?"
Sharon was flustered for a moment. "But this barn is for the cows! I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate sharing it with animals."
Hannah sighed. "Listen new girl, you gotta stop personifying the cattle. They might look and act more like people than your average cow, heck some of them still talk, but they are cows. Cattle. They are not your friends, they are not your k1ds, they are beasts that eat food and make milk which we harvest and sell. Forming relationships with the cattle isn't going to make this any easier or make you any better at your job. It'll just complicate things. Trust me, I grew up on a ranch and have worked with cattle my whole life, do not get attached to the cows."
Sharon tried again, "but..."
Hannah interrupted, "New Girl. Greenhorn. I've worked here longer than anyone and I've had horses here the whole time. I always house them in the barn. Management don't care and the cows are used to it. And, it's not like this place has an extra horse stable. So let's move on and get to the work, yeah?" Hannah spat and stomped out of the barn.
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Episode 36: Moovies with Dr. Daisy
Sharon found working with Hannah unpleasant. Hannah performed her tasks efficiently and quietly, doing the bare minimum needed to milk the cows with zero regard to the cows comfort or pleasure. She really did treat them like animals. She also refused to take the cows to the Bulls, stating that this part of the job was a perversion, and suggested that Sharon, as a cow lover, would find the task much less objectionable. Instead Hannah spent most of her day riding around in the pasture land with her horses. Ostensibly she was keeping an eye on the herd, but Sharon suspected that was limited to overall safety and animal incursions and not actually supervising the cows behavior. And, to top it all off, Hannah was cold and dismissive of Sharon, treating her like a "greenhorn" when they had to work together and ignoring her when they didn't. Sharon was having a miserable day.
When it came time for dinner, Sharon ended up eating alone. After caring for her horses, Hannah had silently breezed into the kitchen, made herself a simple dinner, loaded up a plate and disappeared to her suite. She didn't even glance at Sharon. Daisy poked her head in for a quick hi and a snack to go before clopping back to her lab, embroiled in some sort of time-sensitive process. Sharon sulked over her meal, earnestly missing the camaraderie of sharing dinner with friends. She missed Bessy.
After dinner she continued her sulk, sitting on the porch alone, reading an erotic thriller novel about a cult that provides inductees with transformative underwear. In the novel a young married couple joins the cult and is remade, the wife becoming a busty dickgirl and the husband becoming a six-breasted hermaphrodite with a miniature dick. The husband freaks out and flees the cult, pursued by his wife and the cult all while trying to hide his strange body and come to terms with his new sex. It was a surprisingly well written book filled with a kind of manic arousal and yawning paranoia. It might not have been the sexiest thing Sharon had ever read, but she was finding herself deeply engrossed in it.
Sharon was interrupted by Daisy who was looking for Sharon. She was wearing her lazy uniform of yoga pants and a tight t-shirt, this time reading "Prof.lactin". She smiled a little shyly and brandished a glass bottle of milk and a bottle of kahlua. "Bessy left us a bottle of her finest and a note prescribing booze and bonding. Plus, I have a ridiculous movie about a sexy Godzilla that might be fun to watch." Sharon made a show of thinking about it before grinning, "if Dr. Bessy prescribes it, who are we to ignore it?"
So the milkmaid and scientist watched the movie Blondezilla while drinking brown cows and eating popcorn and laughing. Daisy cuddled her udder while Sharon wrapped herself in a blanket.
The movie was a comic porn parody that saw a young woman, while exploring an abandoned building for poorly defined reasons, stumble into a lab, get zapped by a transformation ray, and become a ten foot tall dragon girl. Her new body was generous and zaftig, with meaty thighs and ass, six massive tits, soft green scales, a yellow belly, a long sinuous tail, and a cute dragon snout on her face. She was also rendered into a dumb bimbo. Giggling she snuck back to her parents large mansion and seduced her step brother. While fucking she pleaded with him to go back to the abandoned lab and make her bigger. Which he does like a total chump, but only by another ten feet. They return home and she seduces her brother's bisexual girlfriend. After some acrobatic and implausible lesbian action, the dragongirl convinces the girlfriend to make her bigger. Girlfriend, not being as cautious as brother, goes all out, making a 60 foot tall dragongirl who uses girlfriend as a living dildo and then goes on a sexual rampage in the city. Brother, in a bid to stop dragongirl turns his girlfriend into another 60 foot tall, 6-breasted dragongirl, but one with blue and purple scales and her IQ intact. The two dragongirls meet and launch into giant sized sexual combat. It's a long drawn out scene with much model city carnage, long lizard tongues lapping at cunts and breasts, and flexible tails being used as impromptu dildos. Girlfriend-dragon eventually wins by essentially fucking the other dragongirl into exhaustion. In the end brother shrinks dragongirl down to three feet tall and puts her in a zoo. Girlfriend remains a 12 foot tall dragongirl and the movie closes with brother and girlfriend fucking. The last line of the movie is girlfriend-dragon asking if brother can make her bigger.
Sharon and Daisy had an excellent time. Daisy had a wicked sense of humour and was fantastic at dropping wry comments at just the right time. Sharon couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard. As the night wore on and the pair grew tipsy, they cuddled up beneath the blanket, Daisy's warm udder spread over their laps. When the movie ended, the two women stumbled off to their rooms, Daisy promising they would have to do this again.
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Episode 37: The Lingerie Goodbye
Since Sharon didn't like going to bed tipsy, she decided to finish her novel. She climbed into bed with a glass of water and her book and carried on:
The six-breasted, micro-penised hermaphrodite who used to be a husband continued to flee from his wife-turned dickgirl cultist. For a while he manages to elude the sex cult by embracing his feminized body and passing for a woman. By binding four of his tits and wearing a loose dress he is able to move unnoticed among ordinary people, trying to find answers to what is happening from an old anthropology professor. Except one of the professor's students, an apparently ordinary woman is secretly a sex cultist herself, with ass-tits and a pussy instead of an anus. She blows the husband's cover, alerting the cult to his whereabouts. What follows is a thrilling and well composed chase through the university grounds where the husband and his pursuers try to blend in and navigate the campus. It's especially chilling since many cultists can pass as normal, meaning that danger lurks in every crowd. The chase finally ends with the husband cornered by his wife.
The wife, still beautiful and curvy, but with her erect cock tenting her tight skirt steps to her husband and kisses him hungrily on his mouth. She runs her hand down his back, pulling off the ace bandages securing his tits, and letting his six breasts hang free. She pulls up his babydoll t-shirt and begins to kiss and suck on his many breasts. He moans, feeling his tiny penis grow urgently hard and the new and uncanny feeling of tight, wet, heat that signifies arousal of his pussy. He wants her, he wants her inside him. But that was wrong... that was giving in. His wife pushes him to the ground, pulling down his jorts and exposing his mixed genitals. He gasps, tiny pens waving in the air, pussy shiny with need. The wife leans forward to kiss his privates and he pries free a paving stone and brains her with it. Dragging on his clothes, six breasts obviously tenting his shirt, he escapes.
This encounter awakens something in the hermaphrodite husband, a new longing to be filled. He cannot fight his urges anymore and begins to explore his new body. His hands trace and cup and tease his breasts, he strokes his small cock, and finally, finally he penetrates his vagina with his finger and masturbates to orgasm. He is in ecstasy! But it isn't enough... he needs the real thing. He needs his wife.
So he arranges a meeting with her, just her, no one following her. And he goes to her and she comes to him and it is magic. They strip, him finally comfortable in his lean, feminized body with it's six tits and his unique genitalia, and her curvaceous and beautiful and sporting an impressive cock. A cock that he desperately wanted inside him. They kiss and it's electric, and he moans as his wife freely explores his body, playing with his breasts, tugging and kissing his little penis. He feels himself tremble with need, wet and swollen and ready. He turns his back to his wife and settles to his hands and knees, six breasts hanging heavily below him. His wife comes up behind him and pushes her cock into him, inch by glorious inch. And then she is fucking him, pumping in and out of his cunt with her cock and stroking his penis with one of her hands. He screams as his pussy clamps down in orgasm and feels hot jizz splash his stomach and lowest tits as he ejaculates on himself. And then deep inside he feels the hot splash of his wife's seed explode inside him. He grunts again as he comes a second time.
Laying together he decides to return to the cult. They have a second ceremony planned. The final scene of the book details that ceremony:
"I walk into the cellar, naked and oiled, iridescent as a peacock in the candlelight. Despite the open flames, the room is cold and damp, making my skin prickle and my six nipples harden. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of incense, cloying and spicy and sweet as tea. In the shadows of the room people dance, hidden by robes that ripple and snap. The bodies are obscured by cloth, but for moments when the cloth pulls right revealing impossibly large breasts or too many tits or improbable erections. The people murmur and chant and it fills the room with in distinct sound. In the centre of the room my wife waits for me, naked and bound on her knees, face pressed against the stone floor. She looks back at me with excitement and moans around the gag in her mouth.
"As I step into the circle of light in the centre of the chamber, cloaked figures rush forward and begin to clothe me in magical garments. One shade slips a six-cupped brazier around my chest, while a second cultist closes the hooks and straps of the garment. I moan as I feel a swelling in my chest, my breasts surging to fill the too-large cups of the bra. My back sings a complaint and I look down to see my tits are now massive, F cup breasts that hang heavily from my body and completely cover my torso. I laugh out loud in joy. Another pair of cloaked shadows race forward and place a garter belt on me, and help me wiggle into sheer black stockings. I feel my already feminine butt swell, becoming fleshy and generous as my hips widen prodigiously and legs lengthen a little. Another cultist drops a pair of very high-heeled shoes which I slip onto my feet, and I feel my ankles reconfigure, becoming stuck in that position. I sashayed on, shoes echoing in the room, long, long legs pumping and hips sweeping back and forth. Two more cultists appear and slip arm length silk gloves on my arms and I groan in discomfort as my arms split and split again, giving me six long graceful arms. I grab and feel up my six huge breasts at once. My pussy is engorged and leaking, my tiny penis is rock hard. A final cultist, one whose cloak barely disguises their heavily altered body steps forward and crowns my head with a black lace veil. I feel my short hair grow long and silky and cascade down my back while my face pulls and goes from a kind of girly androgynous to something pouty and angular and feminine. I smile, now a ravishing goddess.
"My wife looks back at me, pleading in her eyes, ass raised to receive me. Her puckered asshole begs to be filled. Another highly altered cloaked figure approaches and applies what looks like a black rubber condom to my tiny penis. The room falls into a rapt silence as the chanters pause. I caress myself with my six arms, letting my bound wife see the glory that approaches. I step toward her, heels clacking in the quiet, and crouch. I press the tip of my sheathed penis against her asshole and push, my small cock easily slipping in. We both groan in pleasure and discomfort. I lean against her, covering her with my wall of tit flesh and clutch at her with my six hands, kneading her large tits. I begin to thrust into with my penis. She moans. I find that with each stroke her anus feels tighter, that my backstroke comes slower until I can't pull out of her at all. And then I feel it, the final transformation begin. I watch in awe as the flesh at the point of penetration knits together, as my wife and I conjoin crotch to ass. She howls around her gag as her arms melt into her body and her face melts into a phallic glans. I scream in joy as her legs swell and shift, merging into a scrotum containing gigantic balls. I gasp as her body becomes more cylindrical, as the last vestiges of her humanity flee leaving my wife a torso sized penis growing from my crotch. I shriek as I ejaculate through my massive new cock, and watch it shrink to a forearm sized appendage with fruit sized balls. I am now complete.
I stand now, a sexual goddess of both sexes and glance at the sea of silent, robed cultists. One of the obviously altered steps forward and kneels before me and in a loud, female voice, welcomes me as a new high priestess before the congregation. She takes my wife-cock in her mouth and worships me."
Sharon put the book down, heart racing, and tried to get to sleep.
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Episode 38: Udderly Bessy
Sharon woke up groggy, her head pounding. She muttered in frustration, worried she was hungover. She blinked open her eyes to a steaming cup of coffee sitting beside the bed with a post-it note attached: "-Bessy XO". Sharon was confused, wasn't Bessy away this week? She got out of bed and stumbled down the stairs. There in the kitchen was Bessy, merrily making breakfast.
"I've been waiting for you." Said Bessy.
"What are you doing back?" Asked Sharon.
"I came for another treatment. What do you think?"
Sharon peered through her tangled morning hair and saw that Bessy had changed. Her nose was wider now, and her face pushed forward in a small muzzle. Her horns had grown in and her horns were some of the longest Sharon had seen. Her skin was covered in Holstien patches and she had grown a long bovine tail. Bessy's legs had gone digitigrade and ended in dainty hooves. Bessy stretched, showing off her four massive breasts, now maybe a g cup, with full sized cow teats for nipples. Bessy looked incredibly bovine, more bovine than many of the cows. Sharon frowned... something wasn't quite right... Bessy hadn't grown an udder, or even any trace of one. "Bessy, why don't you have an udder?"
Bessy, oddly, looked excited. "The doc told me there is something up, but if I wanted to be an udder all I had to do was drink this special medicine." She brandished a bright red test tube.
"Be?" Asked Sharon, blinking.
Bessy smiled and nodded, unstopping the tube and drinking its contents. She giggled and charged at Sharon, hooves cracking on the floor. Her skin started to turn pink and rubbery as her body began to balloon oddly. When she reached Sharon she crouched and lifted her nightshirt, and kissed Sharon on her stomach, a few inches below her belly button. Sharon gasped, feeling an electric jolt. She tried to step back from Bessy, but found that Bessy just came with her; that they were now connected. Sharon watched in horror and mounting arousal as Bessy's body swelled into a sphere, her four breasts becoming long teats, as Bessy became Sharon's new udder. Sharon mooed in pleasure. She had an udder now, a huge one, one that dragged on the ground. She shuddered in discomfort at the feeling of her udder growing taught with milk and mooed with the desire to be milked.
"There you are!" Sharon turned and saw Hannah walk into the kitchen. "Thought you'd gotten loose," she said crossly. Hannah crossed the room and snapped a collar around Sharon's throat and then clipped on a lead. She dragged Sharon out of the kitchen, Sharon mooing in displeasure at the feeling of her swollen udder being dragged along the floor. She tried to protest to the milkmaid but all that came out were moos. Hannah spat on the ground. "Shut up you stupid cow."
She dragged Sharon to the milking shed where all of the other cows stood and watched. She led Sharon to a milking stall, one with a pit dug to accommodate Sharon's monstrous new udder. Sharon naturally fell into the milking posture, udder hanging heavily below her. Hannah spat and muttered and dipped Sharon's teats in something cold that made Sharon gasp and shift. She then massaged Sharon's udder. Hannah did so in a professional, perfunctory manner but even so Sharon mooed in pleasure and felt her pussy moisten obscenely. Hannah quickly wiped and dried her teats and then slipped on the milking cups. Sharon's mind exploded in carnal pleasure. She mooed in relief over the feeling of pressure being relieved and she mooed in joy at the unbelievable stimulation of having her teats milked. She mooed and panted, panted, panted, panted and suddenly she was crashing into an.....
Sharon suddenly awoke in bed, thrashing in orgasm and calling out in pleasure.
She lay their for a moment blinking and taking stock of her still human body. She was still her. It was just a dream.
It was a few minutes until Sharon realized that when she had come, she had mooed.
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End Act I
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