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Chapter 2

The Secret

"So, wait..." Cassidy said, folding her arms over her chest, "You haven't even been in the barn?"

Megan shook her head. Her hair wasn't tied back yet. It parted down the middle and started off in every direction almost straight, the curls getting more dramatic and chaotic the farther down they got. "This will be the first time."

Cassidy was Megan's daughter, though it wouldn't be easy to guess by looking at them. Barely out of high school and half a foot taller than her mother, she was still just a waif of a girl at little more than a hundred pounds. Her straight, blonde hair stopped just above the shoulders, lacking the uncontrolled curls her mother was currently trying to suppress with a black band. But what people always noticed first was her underbite. She had an oddly square jaw, set more than a bit too far forward. It left her lips in a perpetually awkward smile that, while unusual, was not all together unattractive.

It was also the reason for her slight build. It was uncomfortable for her to eat most types of food, and she was insecure about doing so in front of others. She almost always quit her meals before she was full, or skipped them if people were around.

She raised her eyebrows at her mother's reply, "But you've been working for him for a week! What have you been doing all this time?"

"Cleaning, mostly... And I helped him with a couple of deliveries." Megan replied, finally getting most of her hair in something that resembled control, "And just spending a lot of time with the girls. He really wants to make sure we all get along before he trusts me, I think."

Cassidy took a couple steps back so her mother could pass by and make her way to the door, "Yeah, well... No worries there. They're all you've talked about for the last few days."

"Really?" Her mother stopped, considering that for a moment, "I guess so. I mean... I really do like them, and it's been a long time since I had any... Friends, you know? I really want them to like me too."

Her daughter smiled, but scrunched up her forehead a bit at the same time. The two of them had been on their own for years, so she knew the feeling. They had both had to give up a lot as money had kept getting harder and harder to come by, and friends were often one of those things. They had next to nothing left. Just some clothes and each other.

"Do I get to meet them soon?" Cassidy finally replied, honestly just a little bit jealous of her mother. She was lonely too.

"Oh, I hope so. Probably after today." Megan said, smiling brightly, "I'm hoping maybe he has some small jobs for you to do, but I don't want to ask for too much just yet. Not until he trusts me with his secret."

"We could certainly use the money." She replied. Not to mention that she was bored to tears out here. Any distraction would have been welcome, "Any idea yet what the big secret is?"

Megan shook her head, reaching for the door, "No, but I think he's going to tell me today. He's a really nice guy and the girls really adore him, so I can't imagine it's that bad, but... I think he's still worried I'm going to get scared off once I find out."

"Well, either way you should get going." Cassidy said with a shrug, "It's probably not the best day to be late."

"No, probably not." She opened the door, then hesitated briefly before turning around and walking over to give her daughter a tight and unexpected hug.

"Wish me luck, honey." She said, "I love you."

Cassidy thought it odd the way her mother had started calling her honey lately. She never used to. Maybe she had picked it up from one of the girls, "I love you too, mom. Good luck."

Henry met her outside the barn a few minutes later, opening the door for her and offering a polite greeting, "Good afternoon, Megan."

She was nervous, he could tell. But then again, so was he. This was the moment of truth. Either she was going to quit in the next few minutes, or he would have finally found someone he could trust. He really wanted to trust her.

"So lets go over the basics, first..."

As she stepped inside she took stock of the room. The girls were already present, and most were already is some state of disrobed. To her left as they came in was a large double sink, and two of the Holsteins, Annabelle and Penelope were busy washing themselves thoroughly in it. It took a second to realize they weren't just washing their hands. Penelope was just finishing up, and turned away lowering the towel she had been drying her chest with as she did so.

Megan raised her eyebrows. As with almost everything else since she got here, she wasn't sure what she expected, but the woman's breasts were nothing short of fantastic. Large and well formed, hardly sagging at all despite the weight they were obviously carrying. Her pale nipples were completely hairless and practically human, save for the fact that they were framed in the white and black patches of hair that covered the rest of the breasts, thinning slightly just around the edges of the areola.

"Hello Megan." Penelope said, stopping in front of her briefly to let her have a long look, cupping one in her hand to lift it slightly as she did so, "Not so strange, right?"

"No..." Megan said, openly staring, "Not at all."

"Sanitation is the most important thing here." Henry said as Penelope finally turned to walk away. He said this with as much authority as he could muster, despite his nervousness. "Clean machinery, clean cups, clean hands and clean teats. No exceptions. The girls will take care of themselves. The rest falls to you and me."

Megan snapped back to reality and followed him further into the barn. It wasn't that big of a room, which meant the machinery must have been in another section. It widened out to the right, with two long and sturdy rail posts running along either side of the room. The concrete between these dropped down into a shallow pit filled with fresh straw, which really seemed to brighten the room up rather than just being more dull, grey concrete. Other than that it seemed purely aesthetic.

The girls were all here, standing in two lines on either side of the room in varying states of toplessness and all wearing dresses. Megan thought this was odd, since most of the time at least half of them were wearing jeans. The only exception was Clairibelle, who was almost completely naked, save for a tight pair of booty shorts. Her breasts were smaller than the others, but still quite shapely and full. She had thick, almost jet black nipples which stood out in stark contrast to the band of white hair that started at her upper chest and ended in a V that disappeared into her shorts. She gave Megan a wink and a little smile as she saw her watching, and the human girl looked away nervously.

"Milk is collected by type. Rosie, Daisy, Annabelle, Penelope and Elsie..." He motioned over to were they were all gathered around the left, some leaning on the railing, "As well as Clairibelle on the right all produce standard drinking milk, which is what you and I delivered yesterday."

"Everyone else is collected individually. Sophie, Jasmine, and Muffin produce milk with higher levels of protein and butterfat, so their product is ideal for making various different types of cheeses."

Megan looked over at the three. Sophie was casually leaning on one arm on the railing, which she was putting a lot of faith in for someone as large as she was.

Muffin and Jasmine, stood between her and Clairibelle about as close as two people could be to each other without one crawling inside the other. She'd realized very quickly that the pair cared deeply for each other over the last couple days, but they were almost exact opposites. Muffin was cheerful and bubbly, always quick with a laugh and a sing-song compliment. Jasmine was nice enough, but very quiet. She spent a lot of time reading, and the rest of it glued to Muffin's side. She wasn't sure exactly how far the relationship went, but she had figured out that the two shared a bed.

"Let me show you the equipment." Henry said next, motioning for her to follow him down into the little gully full of straw between the two rows of girls. Each side had a short bit of shelving, affixed to which were a series of hoses, which ended in pairs at points marking out the various stations each of the girls was assigned to.

"First, you'll notice we've done away with traditional teat cups." He said, taking the loose end of one of the hoses up to show it to her. On its end was a convex glass disk that tapered inward just before the point where it connected to the hose, "They were too big and impractical. These are hand made from an imprint of each girl individually in order to make sure they are as comfortable as possible."

"Also notice that we use quarter inch hose for everyone but Sophie." He continued, "The old machine was designed to milk as quickly and efficiently as possible, but it tended to leave everyone a bit raw afterward. We use a much lower suction pressure, which requires smaller hoses. It takes longer, but again it's designed for comfort."

"How much longer?" Megan asked abruptly.

"Depends on the girl." He replied, setting the hose back over the hook it had been looped over, "Anywhere from a half hour to forty minutes, twice a day."

She nodded, and he continued, "All the cups and hoses are cleaned and flushed after every shift. Floors are mopped at the end of every day. Product is sealed and either delivered immediately or placed in cold storage. Any questions so far?"

Megan shook her head, but she did have a question. She looked up at him curiously, "That's the big secret? Slow milking and comfortable cups?"

"What?" He asked, kind of surprised, "No, of course not. I just need you to learn how we operate. We're... Getting to that."

"You're stalling, Henry." It was Sophie that spoke this time, looking down at them over the rail, "Just tell her, already."

Henry looked up at Sophie for a bit, then sighed and looked away. She was right. He was stalling, "Okay, okay..."

He took a moment to steel himself, then spoke, "So... After we decided to reopen the farm... We discovered... We realized..."

He stopped and rubbed his forehead, "I had this whole speech planned, and now it just sounds stupid."

"May I, Henry?" It was Jasmine that spoke this time, having taken a step or two away from Muffin to do so. She was a lovely golden colored girl who usually wore long dresses, and kept most of her slightly darker colored hair up in a sloppy bun. She was also one of only three that still had her horns, though they were quite small and looked just about harmless.

He nodded, kind of ashamed of himself, "Yeah... Yeah, Jasmine. I think you'll do a better job of it, anyway."

She smiled slightly, then started moving out around the rail to talk to Megan directly, "We had to do a lot of experimentation in order to get this facility running again. The machines he's just told you about, but with just the nine of us there was not much yield."

Megan had hardly heard her speak in the entire time she'd known her, and she was quite taken by how eloquently she did so. Jasmine stopped a few feet in front of her, pulling her top closed modestly before going on.

"The average Holstein could produce over twenty thousand pounds of milk in a single lactation period of around three hundred days. Because we are more human now, we no longer share this cycle, and can continue to lactate as long as we continue being milked on a regular basis."

"Still, a Holstein before the change weighed over twelve hundred pounds. Even Sophie weighs barely a third of that, so you can imagine that we simply weren't able to produce at anywhere near that rate."

"So what changed?" Megan asked, fascinated.

"We found ways to make ourselves more comfortable. In fact, the way we collect now is... Well. It actually feels quite pleasant." She smiled a little, slightly embarrassed, "As it turns out, one of us is far more sensitive to it than the rest."

"You're welcome, by the way." Claribelle said with a sly grin.

Jasmine gave her a stern look to shush her, then looked back at Megan, "CB started having frequent orgasms during milking. Not always, but..."

Megan was mostly confused, "Okay... That's... Relevant?"

"Very." Jasmine replied, "Soon after they began, her volume of production increased by a significant level. To the point where she was even on par with the rest of us for a while."

"Ain't even a dairy cow. Not bad, right?" Clairibelle chuckled.

"We weren't really sure what to make of it, at first." Jasmine said, ignoring CB this time, "Henry is a decent man. He wasn't about to just start experimenting on us. So I started running some tests of my own... With a little help."

"Oh they were the best kind of experiments!" This time is was Muffin that interrupted, and it caused Jasmine to drop her head with a shy smile.

Megan had been listening to this with her jaw practically on the floor the entire time, "Holy... So you all getting off... It makes you more..."

"It turns out that the orgasms themselves are not required." Jasmine went on, saving the poor girl from stammering any further, "The key is in the stimulation, specifically during the milking process. For reasons I can only guess, this also stimulates increased milk production."

"How much?" Was all Megan could think to ask.

Henry had been silent the entire time, watching her closely to see how she was going to react, but he finally spoke up, "Anywhere from thirty to forty five percent, depending on the girl."

CB chimed in with a laugh, "My vagina is a god-damned hero."

Megan rocked back on her heels, "That's... A lot."

"It is." Jasmine said, she was moving back around to stand at Muffin's side, who instantly latched onto her with an arm around her waist, "Annabelle alone was able to produce over eight thousand pounds last year. It's still only about a third of what a pre-change Holstein could have done in the same time, but she's doing it at a fifth of the weight and for a fraction of the cost."

Megan looked around the room at them all. It was a lot to process. She wanted an answer and she got it, but it opened up so many new questions that she wasn't sure where to begin.

"I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to, Megan. I have plenty of work for you around here that doesn't involve this." Henry spoke quietly, still worried about what she would do next, "But I wasn't going to be able to keep it from you forever. It's better than you knew sooner than later what was really going on."

"I'm still not sure I do know what's going on." Megan shook her head, eyes still wide, "You're talking about stimulation and orgasms like it's all sterile and technical... But... what are you... Henry, are you..."

"It's not like that." He said, waving a hand, "I just assist. I run the machinery and help them get set up with whatever... Other things... They prefer."

"Lets just show her, Henry." Clairibelle had one hand on the railing, the other planted on her hip as she looked down at them, "Start with me, today."

Henry didn't take his eyes off Megan. This was it. Either she was going to throw a fit right now, or she was going to be his new assistant.

She looked back at him, still in a bit of shock, her mind racing back and forth over whether this was all kinds of messed up or not that big of a deal. After a bit of debate, she decided it didn't matter.

She needed this job.

"Go on, then..." She finally said, waving for Henry to lead the way.

He practically sagged forward with a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Megan."

She followed him over to the rail near Clairibelle, who leaned over it shamelessly and gave a little shake to let her breasts wobble back and forth. Megan knew her well enough now to know that this was just who she was. She could take anything and make it dirty somehow, but she was actually quite clever. Megan actually kind of admired her, in a way. She even found herself calling her daughter 'honey' over the last few days, just like CB would have. She was also the second of the girls that still had horns, and for some reason on her they seemed almost as wicked and naughty as she was.

Henry picked up the first of the hoses, waited patiently for her to stop fooling around, then slipped it firmly over her left nipple. Once he had done so he turned a small plastic lever on the side of the hose to start the suction, and the glass instantly pulled itself tightly to her skin to make a seal. Before he had even applied the second cup, the first hose had already started to fill with milk turning it a solid white as it did so.

Once the cups were applied, he moved around to the other side of the railing, Megan following in tow, "What would you like today, Clairibelle?"

"Well, it is a special occasion..." She said, looking over her shoulder back at Megan, "Better make it a two-for-one sale."

"Come on, CB..." Rosie called from across the room, "Keep it simple. She's still getting used to the idea."

"Oh, shush." Clairibelle huffed in defiance, "Megan, I like you. I want you to watch this, because I want you to know that this is going to be about as kinky as it gets. Once that's out of the way, you have nothing to be worried about."

Henry paused for a moment, then shook his head, "She's right, Rosie. We might as well just put all our cards on the table." He turned and moved to the wall, where there was a line of cabinets that Megan hadn't noticed earlier, one for each station. He opened the one lined up with CB and took something out. Something about eight inches long, made of shiny black ceramic.

"Its that... A..." Megan stuttered.

Clairibelle raised up a bit, reaching back to slip her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slide them down slowly, "It's a butt plug, honey. A big one."

She leaned back over the rail again as Henry approached. Megan couldn't help but stare. It looked practically human, save for the fact that is was the same solid black color as her nipples. She was already quite moist too, her labia peeking out and glistening.

He spoke, trying to sound professional but struggling with the words he needed to use, "So with Clairibelle, lubrication is... Not really an issue."

He slowly placed the implement up against her lips, twirling the tip a bit to part her open before slowly slipping it inside. He waited for the long moan and shudder this caused to cease before drawing it back out again. Her arousal didn't want to let it go, and a long string of her fluids tried to bridge it back into her for as long as it could, before snapping off and dripping down to the floor.

Muffin was only two stations over, and she said with a laugh. "This is why we mop every night!"

Henry placed the thing against her again, this time snug up against her anus. He gave it another little wiggle to make sure it was settled into place, then looked up at her.

"Fast or slow?" He asked.

"Fast..." came the whispered reply, "Give it a whack, would you Henry?"

Megan had no idea what that meant, but she figured it out pretty quickly as Henry's other hand came up as if he was going to spank her. He struck quickly, hitting the plug like he was hammering a nail into a board and slamming the object into her asshole with a force that made Megan jump in surprise.

Clairibelle just hissed through clenched teeth and closed eyes. At first she thought maybe CB had been hurt by it, but the clenching quickly turned into shudders. Then the shudders turned into spasms as ripples of pleasure overtook her body.

No one really moved until it was over. Henry stood there with one hand on her backside. Megan just watched speechless. But what astounded her most was how normal this seemed for the two of them. Henry didn't seem aroused by it. He was literally just what he said before. He was her assistant.

Once her climax had run it's course he stepped away again to the cabinet, this time pulling out a smaller plastic object that buzzed briefly in his hand as he tested the batteries. "I'm guessing you'll want this set on high, as always?"

"Of course." Clairibelle replied breathlessly.

He moved back over, once again pressing this new object up against her pussy and giving it a wiggle before sliding most of it inside. Once done, he gave the base a little spin and it started buzzing again, this time muffled by the moist flesh of the woman it was pleasuring. CB practically collapsed against the rail, and as she did so Henry grabbed the band of her shorts, pulling them back up around her waist to wedge the toy in place so it wouldn't fall out.

Then he turned to Megan, smiling uncomfortably, "And that... Is the only way to make Clairibelle shut up for a half hour."

"You... Wish..."

Henry stepped away and around Megan, this time heading over to the pair of sinks. He turned the right one on and began scrubbing his hands, "As I said before. Clean everything, no exceptions. We do our best not to risk any kind of cross contamination."

Megan stood watching Clairibelle a moment longer, though CB had long stopped being aware of her presence. Her eyes were still tightly closed, but she was leaning more casually on the her elbows on the railing now. Her arms were tucked under the breasts to prop them up a bit, as two steady streams of the farm's lifeblood continued the be gently sucked out of them.

"Megan..." Henry said, having finished washing up. "Are you alright?"

She turned, still looking a bit stunned, then nodded slowly, "You... Do this for all of them?

"No." Henry said as he motioned for her to follow him around to the far rail in front of Rosie,"Most of the girls take care of themselves."

Sophie called over from the opposite corner, "CB just likes the personal touch. It keeps her happy, and happy is what makes all this work."

Megan's head was spinning, so it took her another long moment to realize that Henry was just standing there watching her now. Once she snapped out of it, he spoke to her.

"Would you like to practice applying the cups?"

She turned to look at Rosie, who was leaned over the rail and waiting patiently. She was the Ayrshire of the group, and her reddish gold markings seemed almost iridescent sometimes as the lights played off them. The weight of her breasts in this position had already cause a little bead of white for form at the tip of each nipple. She was clearly full up, and Megan had to wonder if it wasn't also a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah." Megan said quietly, picking up the first of the hoses. "Yeah, alright."

Henry smiled and moved around her to make his way around the other side of the rail, "Excellent. I'll get her set up while you do that."

"The blue one today, Henry. It's quieter." Rosie said, watching as Megan timidly slipped the glass end onto one of her nipples, "Turn the lever slowly to apply even pressure. It'll do the rest."

Megan nodded and did as instructed, and just as quickly another stream of white started filling the hose. She watched it race down to little rail of the room, and disappear off into a hole on the far wall where the machinery must be kept.

Rosie made a little noise, and Megan suddenly realized she was only half done. "Oh... Right." She said, before taking the second cup and applying it in the same manner.

She let loose with a sigh and leaned off the rail to stand up straight. It was clearly a relief, and Megan figured she must have guessed right. Being that bound up with that much milk really was uncomfortable.

"Here you go." Henry said, handing her a modestly sized baby blue plastic object. Smaller than the one he had applied to Clairibelle by far.

"Thank you." Rosie said as she took it from him with a smile. Without hesitation she reached down to lift up the front of her knee length dress, and all Megan could do was gasp as she found her self at eye level just a foot and a half away from Rosie's exposed pussy. It was pale, but every bit as wet as CB's had been to the point where only the sparse hair around the inner thigh was keeping it from running down her leg.

Just as quickly Rosie lowered the dress, "Oh... Sorry Megan, dear. Force of habit."

Megan was almost as surprised by the apology as she was by getting flashed, but she shook her head, "No, it's fine."

"Lets move on to the next one, Megan." Henry said, and the pair nodded and moved onto the first of the Holsteins.

She repeated the process for Annabelle, and as she did so Henry continued the lesson while fetching what she assumed was another toy from the cabinets on the wall, "Jasmine mentioned that Annabelle is our highest volume producer, but you'll notice that she's not the most... Well endowed of the girls. Size is not an indicator of capacity."

Megan looked her over. She was certainly no slouch, but he was right. Annabelle's breasts were slightly smaller than the other girls along the row. She had more black patches than the other Holsteins, arranged in a lopsided pattern that covered more of her right side than the left, including the entire right breast. She also had the more traditional black face one used to expect from her kind, with thick white stripe from forehead to nose. This was the first time Megan had ever seen her in a dress, though. Normally she wore loose fitting jeans and a dusty old stetson hat. She was anything but a girly girl, but she was definitely a woman.

"Thank you, Megan. Thank you, Henry." She said, and the pair moved on to the next girl in the row.

She hesitated less this time to start applying the cups, turning the levers to start the flow of milk into the system once more. Megan had already gotten an eyeful of Penelope on the way into the barn. Her black and white markings were fairly uniform, but Megan didn't really know that much about her yet. She and Daisy spent more time with the children than the rest. They were all mothers save for one, and clearly cared about their children. Even Clairibelle made time for her daughter each day. That said, some were more motherly than others, and those two spent more of their days making sure the children's needs were met.

Next they moved on to Daisy. She was one of the smallest of the group, covered in four ink blot style splotches that never connected with each other. "Good afternoon, Megan." she said with a smile, offering her chest up with a little thrust that made the breasts bounce a time or two, one of them producing a tiny little squirt that fell just short of hitting Megan in the face.

"Whoops." Daisy said, pulling back a bit, "Sorry."

Sophie saw this from across the room and started laughing, "Hey now! Don't spill the profits!"

"I said whoops."

"It's alright." Megan said, picking up the hoses and applying them once more. As she did so she could hear a buzzing begin from her left, and looked over to see that Rosie must have finally decided to slip her little vibrator inside and turn it on. She had her thighs closed around it, but her dress was down again and her hands were both on the rails. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. She'd been looking forward to this...

"Elsie..." Henry had come alongside her slowly while Megan was distracted, putting one arm around her shoulder as he did so, "How are you feeling?"

She didn't say anything at first, just leaning into the hug affectionately. Megan turned to look at them, and then noticed that the hoses were already applied. She had done it herself, and had pulled her shirt back closed over her chest to cover up.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Henry said, the arm around her shoulder stroking it gently, "It's alright."

Elsie finally spoke, "I'm sorry, everyone. I know my production is down, I just..."

"No one cares about that." Sophie said, cutting her off, "We care about you."

This brought a timid smile to Elsie's lips, and she tucked her head against his neck, "Thank you, Henry."

"We'll talk later, okay?" He said, and the pair pulled away from each other. This time Henry made his way around and back into the straw filled center area, moving over to join Megan and motioning toward the last three girls.

"Last but not least, we have our cheese producers." Henry said, motioning for Jasmine and Muffin to come over to the rail, "Go ahead and hook Muffin up. You'll like this."

Megan moved over to the rail to do so, and to her right Henry started to take care of Jasmine as she did so.

"I'm so glad you stuck around, Megan." Muffin said cheerfully, "I really want us to be friends."

She couldn't help but smile up at her. Muffin was as cheerful as any living being she'd ever know, always laughing and giggling at the slightest provocation like a little girl. She was definitely not, though. Her spots were slightly more red than brown, but not quite as brightly so as Rosie. She was just a little on the chubby side, with a narrow waist that had just a little plump at the belly that exploded into a dramatically wide set of hips and a full backside. Her breasts were also some of the largest, second only to Sophie who was almost twice her height.

Megan took up the first hose and slipped the cup over Muffin's thick nipple. She turned the lever slowly, having started to get a feel for the appropriate pace to do so, and then her eyes went wide.

The hose didn't turn white this time. It turned gold.

"As I said before..." Henry said, finishing up with Jasmine, "Their milk contains much higher levels of protein and butterfat, which is what makes it ideal for making cheese. But they do so at different levels, so we collect from all three of them separately."

Muffin giggled and chipped in, "Actually, Jazzie's is even more potent than mine. Mine just has other vitamins and stuff in it that change the color."

He moved around her to start applying the cups to Sophie. Hers were much larger, probably close to four inches in diameter and connected to a thicker hose than the others had been. Sophie had to lean way down over the rail so that he could reach up and begin applying them.

Sophie was as nice a person as anyone could be, Megan had found, but she couldn't help but be intimidated by her. She was almost seven feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. A mass of muscle and woman with all of the confidence that came with it. She had solid, light colored hair on her body, a brown so pale that it was almost grey. Her skin was dark like Claribelle's, and it showed in her massive and thick nipples which added an interesting contrast to the lighter colored fluid that was now being suckled out of them. Despite the fact that she had the largest breasts of the group, they really didn't seem that much bigger considering how scaled up she was in every other way.

She was also the last of the girls with horns... And boy did she have horns. Each over a foot long and arching up away from her head, white at the base but fading into polished black at the tips.

Henry started walking again once she was hooked up, motioning for her to follow. He barely even noticed as they turned around the rail and walked past Clairibelle, but Megan couldn't help but stare. CB's shorts were positively soaked now, to the point where they could no longer contain it. A small puddle was forming on the ground behind her, and sweat was glistening through the hair on her body.

"Like what you see, honey?" She said though heavy breaths, giving Megan a weak smile. Even exhausted, she couldn't help but be naughty, "You can watch anytime..."

She looked away nervously and followed after Henry, chased by a sly little cackle of amusement from CB. Henry had produced two identical items from the cabinet this time. Each a small egg-shaped device connected to a controller by a long cord. These he handed to Jasmine and Muffin, before turning to move away.

Megan stopped to regard them for a bit. Muffin didn't notice, as she had one of the plastic eggs in her hand and was reaching down to lift up Jasmine's dress. Her partner stopped her though.

"Wait." Jasmine said, looking at the girl that was watching them. "Megan, could you... Look away? Please?"

"Since when are you so shy?" Muffin giggled at her.

"It's not that." Jasmine said, leaning in to speak more quietly, "It's just... This is our special time, love. Just for us."

"Aww..." Muffin leaned in to hug her tightly, but turned to the side so as not to tangle or pinch the hoses, "My sweetie loves me."

Megan got the hint and turned away, finding Henry and Sophie standing there waiting for her patiently. Once she had joined them, he spoke.

"Last, but certainly not least... Sophie." He said, craning his head up to look at her, "This is where things get a bit tricky, Megan."

"What do you mean?" She asked, a little worried.

"I'm a slow burn." Sophie said, nudging Henry with her elbow and causing him to nearly have to catch himself from falling over, "I'm afraid it takes a little more than some toys to get me going."

Megan nodded slowly, still not sure what they were implying, "So what do you do about it?"

"Well..." Henry said with a sigh, then stepped away to the cabinet nearby, he opened is slowly... And pulled out the glove.

It was arm length and black, made of thick rubber. She'd seen its like before. Back in the day farms used to use them to help clean out their cattle with blockages, or deliver difficult calves.

Megan stood there in silence, watching as Henry slowly worked his right arm into it, then took a few steps back over to Sophie. The skirt she was wearing was more of a wrap, fastened around her waist by a single button that she undid, pulling the garment away in one motion and draping it over the rail. She then turned around and bent over, placing her feet out in a wide stance and presenting herself to him.

"Wait..." Megan said abruptly. "Stop. Just stop for a second."

Henry felt a weight hit his stomach. He had hoped she would be able to accept all this, but it seemed like he had finally found her limit. "I'm sorry, Megan. I understand if this is too much. You don't have to..."

"Give me the glove."

She said this holding out her hand, palm upright. She took a long, deep breath to steady herself. Henry just raised his eyebrows and stood there, so she said it again, "Give me the glove!"

He slowly started taking it off, still looking at her with surprise, "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm not sure about anything, Mr. Hoyt..." She said, shaking her head, "But I need this job, and if this is what the job is... Then I'm doing it."

Sophie looked back at her with a smile, still assuming the position, "Right on, Megan."

He handed the glove over to her, and she started putting it on. Her arm was shorter, so it took a bit of fiddling to roll the top of the cuff down so she could get her fingers into the ends. Once that was done she took a few steps over toward Sophie, Henry moving out of her way as she did so.

Megan took stock. Because of the size difference, Sophie's vagina was just barely below eye level, and it was big. About nine inches long, the outer lips still closed to hide the labia just inside. She couldn't help but notice that, unlike CB and Rosie, she was also dry. There was no puffiness present to indicate any kind of arousal.

"You use some kind of lubricant, then?" She asked, looking over at Henry.

"Oh..." He said with surprise, moving back to the cabinet to produce a large clear bottle of jellied liquid, "I almost forgot."

Megan held out her gloved hand to him, and he squirted a liberal amount onto it. She rubbed it around with her fingers, kind of wishing she had a second glove so she could apply it more evenly. There was room for improvement here.

"If you change your mind at any point..." Henry said, still concerned.

"I'm a farm girl, Henry." Megan said, stopping him from finishing his thought, "It's not the first time I've been elbow deep in the back end of a cow."

Then she turned back to Sophie, adding quietly, "Of course they didn't used to say please and thank you back then."

She ran her fingers up and down the crease, slowly at first. Partly because she wanted to start getting the lubricant applied, and partly because, well... It's how she always started on herself.

After a bit she used her fingers to gently part Sophie's sex and examine it further. It was almost like an over-sized model they'd use at the OBGYN to teach people about their bodies. Everything was where it should be. Her labia were fairly modest in size, remaining mostly tucked inside her body. She gave them each a little rub and moved down, taking a moment to explore her hood, working a finger against it with increasing pressure until she was able to expose her clitoris. It was surprisingly small she noted, considering the size of the woman who owned it. She pinched it lightly between her finger and thumb and rubbed them back and forth against it, causing a little gasp to escape Sophie's lips.

"That's nice, Megan..." Sophie said, "You have gentle hands."

She continued like this until a little dollop of fluid had started to form, dribbling down to meet with her fingers. This was her lubricant, not the artificial stuff. She had to wonder if Sophie really was as insensitive as they thought, or whether they just hadn't been doing it right.

"Do you want me to just do this? Or would you prefer..." Megan asked, a little nervous still but gaining in confidence.

"Inside, please..." Sophie replied, starting to breathe more heavily, "I like being filled."

Megan let the little clit slip out of her fingers, watching as it tucked itself back down into her hood to hide. She rubbed her fingers against the seam of her pussy for a couple more strokes, taking her time before sliding all four of her fingers inside. There hardly any resistance at all, but she knifed her hand in and out slowly, giving the fingers a little wiggle each time they were at their deepest.

Sophie liked that, and he whole body twitched once.

"Don't take too much time." Henry said to her, watching curiously, "She doesn't mind a little force to get the job done."

"Henry, I love you..." Sophie said sternly, "But you need to let her work. The girl's got this covered."

"CB is done, Henry." It was Rosie that called out from across the room, and he turned away to go tend to first of the girls they had started milking that day. She was right, little more than a dribble of milk was running through the hoses now, and he set about freeing her from the contraptions.

Megan pulled back a bit, making a fist with the hand half wedged in the opening so that the tips of the fingers curled out from inside. She then pushed forward slowly, letting her arm slide in. She wasn't sure how far it would go, and watched as parts of her limb disappeared up into the woman she was servicing. Wrist... Forearm... Elbow. She finally had to stop when the part of the glove she had cuffed bumped up against the moist opening.

"That's the stuff..." Sophie sighed breathlessly.

Megan withdrew the arm almost all the way out, stopping at the wrist and then pushing it back in again. She used a little more force this time, now that she knew the limits of Sophie's body weren't going to be an issue. She started a rhythm, using her fingers to gently explore the inside of her body and gauge her reactions. It wasn't long before she found something. About ten inches in and down towards her belly... A little raised area or slightly firmer flesh. She stopped thrusting and focused on it for a moment.

Sophie's knees nearly gave out under her, giving Megan a start as she was dragged down slightly with her.

She never was sure if the G-spot was real. She never could find one in herself, and she had looked for it. Not that she would ever tell anyone that. A lot of researchers had tried and failed to prove it existed at all. She found something though, and it was driving Sophie wild.

"God damn, Megan..." She shuddered, trying to think of something to say. All she came up with was another, "God damn..."

She stroked her fingers against the magic spot inside Sophie, experimenting with pressure and speed to see what got the most positive responses, but try as she might the poor woman seemed to ramp up to a point where she was just about to climax, then level off again just short of actually doing it.

Megan was still sure they could do better. If only she had a second glove.

"Hell with it..." Megan said defiantly, "I'll wash up later."

She reached up with her free hand, pulling apart the lips above her clitoral hood and pressing against it to make the little nub pop out again. She pressed two fingers against it, letting the hood and lips close but trapping the button against her digits. Megan then started to work it with a rapid back and forth flick. She mirrored the motion with the fingers planted deep inside the other woman's pussy, using all four fingers to stroke the secret spot she'd discovered with gentle pressure.

It took only a few seconds for Sophie to start panting loudly. A few more and she tensed up, trapping Megan's arm inside of her with a tight squeeze. A few more... And she came. She'd never felt anything like it. Sophie didn't always have orgasms during a shift, and even when she did they tended to be mild. This was anything but. Her whole body was wracked with spasms of pleasure unlike anything she had ever imagined possible before. The whole building creaked with the force of it, shaking in terror at the power and pleasure that had taken her over.

It took her a while to come back down, but eventually Megan felt the grip her vagina had on her arm loosen, and it slid out as Sophie fell to her knees.

"Whoa..." She said weakly. It was all she could think to say.

Megan slowly pulled off the glove and dropped it on the floor. She wasn't sure what else to do with it, and they did say they mopped every night. She looked up at Sophie, and asked, "It was alright?"

Sophie was looking back. Tears had started to form in her eyes. She wasn't done milking yet, but she reached up to switch off her hoses, pulling them off and looping them over the rail. Then she quickly leaned forward on her knees, grabbed the small girl and pulled her into a hug that threatened to crush the breath out of her body.

"Thank you, Megan..." She was weeping openly now. "I've never... Everyone else always enjoys it so much... But I've never..."

Megan put her own arms around as much of Sophie as she was able, and she couldn't help but smile. "You're welcome."

The rest of the day was a lot less awkward after that. The girls all finished up, got dressed and left one by one. Megan discovered that one section of the barn was more like a locker room, containing a large shower. Which was good, because CB was starting to reek of sweat by the end. It didn't even seem that strange to her now when she was washing and sterilizing all the sex toys and putting them back in their cabinets.

If this was the job... It was the job she was going to do.

Henry took care of the machinery, removing and sterilizing all the cups and flushing the hoses. He was smiling a lot, and well he should be. He'd finally found someone to help out around the farm, and she was perfect.

Once everything was done, Henry led her outside. He put one arm around her and squeezed.

"By the way..." He said, "You're hired."