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There was a building in a small town, between a herbal remedy store and the sort of antique shop that sold swords; a specialty bakery that was known far and wide for its variety of different-tasting breads and treats, using only the freshest ingredients. Its old-fashioned-yet-shiny look made customers joke that it would magically disappear when they returned for another taste of its wares, affirmed even more by their first tastes.

The newest employee to this branch, name of Bella Mezzi, stood nervously outside its doors. A full-figured brown Bovine with smallish ears and a prominent white patch above her nose, she fiddled with her uniform that was mostly apron and clutched tightly at the briefcase she'd brought with her. As she entered the bakery, her mind raced back to the job interview last week with the owner: she'd been nervous ever since the sleazy-sounding guy at the agency sent her there.

During the interview, though, she'd felt much more at ease than she'd expected. The owner, a large blue-ish Dragoness, was very polite and friendly, and much less businesslike than she'd expected. Instead of making sure to be polite all the time, Bella had happily explained that she was looking for a new job because she was sick of her old one.

"The money was, well, okay as a cleaning lady, but having to clean up after demanding ingrates who made the same mess over and over again... and I never liked those ugly green outfits."

"Ah, you were lured in by the romance of being a maid?" She smiled as she finally noticed the ruffles and frills that made Bella's black-and-white suit look a bit more like a dress; "or were you just hoping for a more... gothic look?"

Bella paused to think to herself. Would I sound more or less mature if I told her? Hmm, I'll make sure to say I overcame it... "W-well, no, actually," she finally decided, "it's just that I, well, when I was younger, I always felt unattractive, and wanted to be white with black spots. I got over it in high school, but I just like to wear stuff like this as a reminder, I guess."

She felt the nervousness leave when she saw the Dragoness looking her up and down, smiling in the way she'd seen her friends do in art galleries, or listening to their favourite music. "You forgot to mention how good you look in it," the blue Dragoness added, stretching out to show off her own plus-sized frame. "I'm glad to hear how you're comfortable with yourself. So, looks like you'd be a great addition, but I've just got one last question that's really important. We've got to ask it and note down your answer, since it's a very personal thing: as you know, we only use the freshest of milk here, but would you let us use some of yours?"

Bella fidgeted in her seat and thought out loud some more, the nervousness coming back. She'd expected this, considering the bakery was staffed entirely of buxom women. "Well, I, uh, dunno... See, I'd learned how to, well, make cheese once, but couldn't I just start at the register and work my way up?"

Her employer looked shocked. "You mean you've supplied enough of your own milk to make cheese out of it, but you didn't bring it along with your résumé? I'll tell you what: if you have some ready, please bring it with you to your local shop on Monday. Even though milk suppliers get paid more, nobody's going to pressure you into making the choice. So, can I welcome you aboard?"

***

Now the nervousness started coming back again as she walked into the bakery, picked up her swipe card, and ducked into the back office to put away her briefcase. The information and small, wax-covered attempt at her own personal wheel of jarlsberg went on the desk, to be perused by the management later. She'd almost finished steeling herself for her first day at a job where she wouldn't have to put up with huge messes and ingrates, when she got startled by the office door opening behind her.

"Hey! You're the new girl, huh? Nice to meet you, I'm Koza, and I'm Czech?" The chubby Goat girl just sized her up with a smirk. Slightly younger-looking than Bella, multiple piercings on each ear, and she could even see some black spots under yes, that whitish fur that was dyed a faint pink. "I just finished with the machine in the back; you can go clean it up while I take the register." Bella tried to tell her that there weren't any customers this early, but got interrupted by Koza's way of making everything sound like either a question or dismissive order. "Yeah, but we're short-staffed today, and someone's got to tell off the latecomers? When you're done with that, you can start learning the recipes."

Bella clomped through the kitchen and sighed to herself. Hrmph, it's starting to look more like the job I left... Back past the cooling racks and large fridges where all the willingly supplied milk was stored, there was a big, thick door with no lock labelled "Milking Room". Under the sign, in smaller print, there was a list of warnings and safety instructions about the use of the machines inside. Fortunately, its inside wasn't as industrial and scary as the warnings made her imagine, but looked more like a spa or salon to her. Two rows of plastic chairs lined the room, with some buttons and levers on the arm rests, a motor on the back, a pair of plastic cylinders attached to each, and a large jug at each one's base. It was easy to find the one the Goat girl had used, since even the half-full jug was still attached to it. She hadn't even brought it to a fridge!

As she cleaned off the chair and wiped it dry, she was able to look it over more carefully: the seat was also wet for some reason, and it looked as if some covered compartments were in there. It suddenly struck her how cool it was in the room, making her short fur - as well as other things - stand on end. The chairs did look comfortable, with the seats splitting in half for each leg, but she'd never used a machine before... And what if someone came in? But Koza didn't sound like the check-on-the-underling type, Bella thought, and she hadn't been able to relieve any pressure today...

Cupping her hands under her breasts, Bella gave out a worried sigh. They were big and full, all right, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt like she needed it. After slipping out of her uniform and folding it neatly, she took a deep breath to calm herself, steadied her flicking tail and ran her fingers around her nipples. Even when she had her underwear on, they were sticking out against her apron in the slight cold of the room. Taking a seat on the chair next to Koza's and making herself as comfy as she could, she found that only the On/Off switch made her move from her sitting position.

She flicked it, and the motor whirred to life. Now more intrigued, she pulled a little lever on one side of the arm rest, and was surprised when plastic clasps shut around her arms and ankles! Fortunately they withdrew when she pushed the lever back. "Was that a feature they asked for?" she thought, reaching around for the suction cups. By then the motor had warmed the chair, but her large nipples stuck out even more from the cold air and the thoughts going through her head. The cylinders fit snugly over her breasts, and after a hesitant press of the "low" button on the left arm rest, they began to gently suckle her and pull her further into them. A soft moo escaped her lips; it felt more comfortable than she thought, and so steady...

The Cow girl gradually relaxed in her chair, fondling her big Bovine breasts to coax the first few drops of milk from them. The warm, happy feeling that she always felt during a milking began to well up within her; the way she thought mothers felt. It was a start, though, so she stretched out on the chair and pushed the "Med." button. The suction increased, drawing out her breast milk in a steady stream, through the tubes and into the jug behind her. She lay back and relaxed as the happy, maternal-feeling bliss spread, and brushed her other hand against another two sets of buttons. Both of those had Low/Med/High settings, marked "front" and "rear". She poked at the first "front" button, and felt something uncomfortable down below; one of the compartments had opened up on the seat, pressing something phallic against her. She didn't realize how wet she'd become until she felt it slip right in and start vibrating. She reached forward to turn it off- and stopped. The milking felt easier all of a sudden, but the pleasure spreading through her body still didn't feel satisfying enough. Suddenly, one of her shameful secrets leapt to mind, and before she could realize what she'd done, a similar uncomfortable-then-phallic sensation brushed just underneath her tail...

Her fist double penetration, and she didn't even have to get a boyfriend and embarrass him with the proposition...

Bella let out a soft moan as the second toy - must've been pre-lubed... I should check if she used- Oooohh! - extended itself into her and vibrated alongside the first. She'd never felt so warm and full as far as she could remember, even as she was being emptied... She'd never even given her milk to anyone else before, but the thought of sharing it, and even the act of giving it felt better than she'd ever thought... All Bella Mezzi needed to do was relax as her life-giving milk was coaxed from her, ready to be baked into buns and cheese and cupcakes...

She didn't even realize she was going to have an orgasm until she was already tensing and shuddering, squeezing against the toys inside of her and filling the suction cups faster than they could drain it all away. Her arms and legs shook against the restraints - Oh, must've turned them back on by accident - until the surprising burst of pleasure began to fade. A couple of hopeful slaps at the buttons made the dildoes retract, but also opened another compartment at the seat. A third, smaller cylinder popped up near her clit. Mmm, maybe I could try that next time, she thought dreamily to herself,if I ever try the High setting...

After turning off the machine and coaxing the cups loose, she wobbled up on her hooves and checked behind her chair. Her jug, she noted with a touch of pride, had been filled obviously more than halfway up. She felt rather flat and empty after the whole ordeal, but light-hearted and energetic as well. Why, she felt so cheered that she didn't even mind having to clean off another milking chair.

The bakery was bustling by the time Bella had put her clothes on and exited the milking room, but she was spared the embarrassment of having been noticed. Flour was being brought in, the ovens were hot and the first goods of the day were already baking. She managed to haul both her jug and the Goat girl's one to a fridge - wishing she'd noticed the little trolley before she tried picking them up - and headed to the back office again to ask if fresh milk needed to be pasteurized, and find a way to learn if the dildoes were self-cleaning or not. She almost had the doorknob turned when sounds of happy conversation made her stop and beam with an even greater happiness. She knew she'd found the better place to be for sure!

"Hey, this stuff's really good! Anyone got any apples or crackers for this?"

"Mm, this' from the new girl? Someone get her a supplement from that herbal shop; she needs to make more of this for me!"

"Oh wow, I've been dying to find some jarlsberg! I wanna know how to make it now!"