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Chapter 16 :

Bare With Me

"You know, I almost hate to ask this, but..." Megan was setting up the equipment for the morning milking, talking to Clairibelle who was leaning in the doorway nearby wearing nothing but her shorts and a smile. It was her first day running things without Henry, and she was determined to prove her worth, "Why does he need my help? Most of you seem to know how to run all the machines."

Clairibelle shrugged one shoulder, huffing out her reply, "Funny thing about that. Technically we're still considered animals, as far as regulations are concerned. If we collect it ourselves, the milk is considered contaminated. We can't sell it."

"That's not really funny at all." Megan's brow furrowed as she flipped the last of the latches to seal the collection tanks in place, "I guess I shouldn't complain, though. I needed the job."

"I think we needed you too. I know I did." CB straightened up with a stretch and arch that Megan couldn't help but admire. She didn't have to feel embarrassed for looking anymore either, now that they were together. A fact CB took note of, sticking out her hip with a wink, "Enjoying the show?"

Megan couldn't help but laugh, "Definitely, but lets take the show on the road huh? I've got something to prove this weekend, and I mean to prove that no amount of strange things that go on around here will stop me from getting it done."

"I know you will, honey." Clairibelle folded her arms, stepping back to let Megan pass through the doorway and back out to the main room, "But about those strange things..."

Megan stopped in her tracks. Everyone was gathered in the middle of the room before her, waiting for her return. All in various states of smiling or giggling at her reaction once she saw them.

All of them completely nude.

"Megan, my dear... Allow me to introduce you to a longstanding tradition here at Hoyt farms." Clairibelle passed by the small and confused woman on her left, taking up her hand to place the shorts she had been wearing a moment before in Megan's hand and then walking over to join the others, "The first day in the barn after Henry leaves on business is, by custom... Naked day."

"Naked day!" Muffin threw her hands in the air, jiggling shamelessly in all of her chubby glory.

"You have got to be messing with me right now." Megan's eyes were wide and she looked back and forth between them, "How in the hell did you get everyone to agree to that, CB?"

"It was easy. Wasn't my idea." Clairibelle laughed, hands on her hips now, "No, we have Muffin to thank for naked day. Or should I say Saint Muffin, our lady of perpetual perkiness."

Jasmine seemed a little more embarrassed than most, but was still smiling as she moved into press herself against her lover, who was just giggling wildly now, "It's actually quite liberating once you get used to it."

Megan stared at them for a long moment, then shook her head and let out a long breath as if she was trying to blow the confusion out with it. "Well... Right. Everyone get to your stations. Lets get to work."

They all did as they were told, still clearly amused by the reaction they had triggered in the poor girl. Megan moved across the room, taking the time to roll up her sleeves and wash her hands in the sink, before turning around and starting back to begin hooking up the girls.

"Megan, my dear..." Clairibelle called down her her, "I don't think you're truly embracing the spirit of naked day."

She stopped in her tracks, blinking back at CB as she processed the comment, "Wait... You want me to... too?"

"You're not like Henry, Megan. You're one of us." Rosie spoke this time. She was usually fairly stern, even in her humor, but she seemed more relaxed now than Megan had ever seen her, "Do this with us. It'll be fun."

To her left, Annabelle chimed in, "We ain't got nothin' left to show you of us, sugar. You've seen it all. It's only fair we get a little peek at you too, isn't it?"

"Come on! Do it!" Sophie hollered, with a cackle, "We're your friends! Jump off a cliff with us!"

Megan blinked a couple of more times, "You're all crazy. You know that right?"

"I think that's why you fit right in, Megan." CB was leaning on the rail, smiling wickedly down at her, "Besides, I've seen it... You have nothing to be ashamed of."

She stood in place for a long moment, gaze locked with CB as she considered the predicament. No doubt about it, this place never failed to find new ways to catch her off guard. First it was sex toys, then her daughter having sex with a bull, then she fell in love with another woman, and now...

She kicked off her shoes, starting to unbutton her shirt as she did so, "Happy naked day, everyone."

The room lit up with a cheer from most everyone gathered, and a laugh from those who didn't. As one they all watched the little human woman disrobe before them. Overshirt and pants. Socks. She couldn't even look at them as she took off her tank top. She could barely hear the murmuring as her bra and panties slid off and onto the straw over the blood pumping in her head. She could only imagine how red her face must have been with the blush, but it was also a little bit... Exciting.

She couldn't stop smiling.

Once she was completely nude like the rest of them, she finally looked back up at them sheepishly only to be greeted with a round of cheers and applause. It made her a little braver, and she did a little spin for them to try and muster her courage further.

Penelope was the first to comment, "Clairibelle was right, Megan. You truly are lovely."

"A little blonde hottie is more like it." Sophie corrected with a laugh, "You've got it going on, girl."

"Thank you, everyone, but..." She stopped to turn in time to find Muffin charging her. Megan knew she was going in for a hug. She did it all the time, and it was something Megan always enjoyed. This was a little different though, "Whoa, Muffin! We're both..."

Muffin didn't stop, wrapping the little woman up tight in her arms and holding her there until Megan returned the gesture. It felt... Nice. The silky hair of her body pressed against her, wrapped around a woman made of plump and softness. Muffin was only a little taller than her, but her breasts were quite a bit bigger. It caused Megan to swallow hard when Muffin shifted a little, one of her thick nipples firm and rigid as it rubbed against her own by coincidence.

That felt nice too.

Muffin finally pulled away, giving a little giggle as she started to skip back to her station, "Naked hugs are the best hugs."

Megan wasn't in any place to disagree.

"Jasmine..." Muffin said as she slid back into her station, latching back onto her lover's side the way they always did, "You're staring, sweetie."

"Huh? Oh..." Jasmine acknowledged the comment, but didn't stop looking, "I mean, it's fascinating though, isn't it?"

CB had to laugh, "Uh oh... Looks like you might have a little competition there, Muffin."

"What? No! I mean I appreciate... As much as the next..." Jasmine stammered a little in embarrassment, "I just mean... She's what we tried to turn into. Doesn't anyone else find that interesting?"

The room went quiet at the thought. Jasmine was right. The change had tried to make them human, but it could only take them so far. As one they looked her over, this time slightly more curiously. Megan's human body was the goal. They all knew their children were slightly more human than they were, but would it stop? Would their descendants one day look as human as she did?

"Well we certainly could do worse." Sophie added after a bit, "I especially like that little fuzzy bit there just above the you-know-what. That's cute."

Clairibelle grinned, winking over at the big woman, "I know, right? That's what I said!"

"Okay... I think that's enough of that." Megan said, taking another deep breath, "Lets get to work, shall we?"

"Now see, that sounded just like him." Rosie said with a smile as the small woman approached, offering herself up as Megan went about attaching the hoses to her breasts, "You really were perfect for this job, you know. We're all glad you're here."

A murmur of agreement went up around the room, and it made Megan smile.

"Thank you, everyone. That means a lot." She moved from Rosie down the line, pausing once she picked up the hoses for Annabelle, then added, "You are all still crazy though. I'm not taking that back."

Laughter. Megan had never seen them like this. She'd never heard them laugh so much, even with as open as they had always been with her. It was different. It was fun.

It was because Henry wasn't here.

She chewed on that thought silently for a bit as she worked her way down the line, hooking up each other girls in turn. Even Elsie hadn't done it herself this time, allowing Megan to attach the hoses for her. She'd never done that before, but decided not to question it.

She moved around the rail to start fetching toys. Rosie only had a couple in her cabinet. One was decently sized, but it never got used. The other was the modest baby blue vibrator that she seemed to favor exclusively.

"Why don't you ever use the other one?" Megan asked curiously, handing it over to the reddish-gold woman that towered over her. It seemed nothing was taboo on naked day, so if she was ever going to ask, now was the time.

"Too strong. It's like fishing for me, Megan." Rosie smiled down at her, taking the toy and turning it on. It was a quiet hum that belied how mellow the vibrations it produced must be, "The best fish can't be forced out of the water. It takes patience. It take the right kind of lure to tempt and tease it out... but it'll bite when it's ready, and it'll make the catch so much more satisfying."

"Damn, Rosie..." CB called across the room at them, "I've been fucking fish the wrong way all this time?"

Laughter again.

It was because Henry wasn't here.

She moved on to Annabelle now, pausing again to watch as Rosie slid the small device up inside herself, then crossed her legs to clamp it down inside. She always went with a hands free approach like that, but it seemed she knew what she liked.

Annabelle's locker had a few items in it, but most of them were pretty average in size and fairly similar. Megan doubted the cabinet would even be big enough to hold an item as big as the man she loved, so it probably didn't really matter what size the toy was as much as how she wielded it on herself.

"Gimmie the bullet, sugar." She called in her sing-songiest southern drawl. Megan knew what she meant. The silver bullet was a classic made of shiny metal, perfectly tooled down to a smooth finish.

"Annabelle... Now that you and I are friends, I gotta know..." Clairibelle had been holding on to this question for years, and she couldn't go another minute without asking, "We always wondered who broke you in so lovingly, but how big is it? Really?"

Annabelle thought about that for a second, then nodded and reached out with a free hand to grip the rail in front of her. Solid and made of sturdy wood about four inches thick, enough to support the weight of several large women in the throes of pleasure all at once, "I'd say about two feet of this. Maybe a little bigger at the bottom, but I ain't near hollow enough to get that far anyway."

"God damn." Clairibelle said, eyes widening at the thought of it, "That's commitment."

"I could probably take it." Sophie said casually, arms folded in thought, "I mean... Not that I'm gonna steal your man. Just as a hypothetical."

"Sophie, if things were different I'd let you." Annabelle shrugged back at her. The pair had always been close, so the thought of sharing her man with her best friend didn't even seem that strange to her, "But he ain't right in the spirit for anything like that. He needs his life to be about something more than what's danglin' between his legs for once, or he ain't ever going to be good with himself."

Megan had moved on during the conversation. Penelope had started without her, leaning back against the rail on her left elbow, while her right hand was buried deep between her legs and busilly working herself over. Megan stopped and watched for a moment, not sure of what to do with the situation.

"Sorry, dear. It was taking a bit for you to get to me, but that's alright." It was odd to her the way Penelope said it. Even with her dripping womanhood on display, wantonly playing with her clit to draw out her own pleasure, she still somehow seemed motherly in all things. A paragon of caring and positive feelings, even while rubbing one out.

"Do you still want..." Megan started to ask, stopping as the other woman shook her head.

"I don't mind a little work." she let her eyes close with a smile, "It's nice to do things the old fashioned way once in a while, I think. If only to appreciate the things we have now."

Megan nodded and moved on. She'd never done it by hand in the entire time Megan had been here, and the same thought kept coming back to her...

It was because Henry wasn't here.

Daisy was next, and she was another easy one. Her toy of choice was white and made of a squishy, rubbery plastic material, with a little white rabbit near the base whose ears wiggled like mad when the device was turned on. As she turned back to Daisy she found herself caught up in another hug, though a little more reserved that the one she had received before. It took her by surprise. She and Daisy had always been just on the edge of being friends, but always at odds because of their children's feelings for each other. It had been different lately though, and Megan hadn't been certain if that was better or worse until now.

"I'm sorry, Megan." Daisy said quietly in her ear, "We're having a grandchild together. I don't know why it took me so long to realize how wonderful that is."

"It took me a little bit too, but I had someone set me straight pretty quickly." They pulled away from each other, and Megan smiled back at her, "A lot of people aren't going to like them being together, but I know now that this is the world I want to live in."

Daisy put her hand on Megan's arm, and they stood there like that for a bit. Just sharing the moment. Eventually Megan stopped to examine the toy she was still holding, giving the little ears a flick with her finger to make them wiggle and smirking at the result.

"Do you want to try it?" Daisy asked, also watching it with a smile, "It's my favorite."

"What?" Megan looked back up at her in surprise, "I couldn't. We don't really have time for..."

"The hell we don't. Megan, if you think your getting out of here on naked day without getting yours too... " Clairibelle called back across the room again, "Well, that just wouldn't be fair now, would it?"

Daisy reached up to take the toy from her, turning it on. The rabbit went crazy, ears becoming a blur before their eyes, "What about just this part? Just to see what it feels like?"

Megan was breathing a bit heavy. She had been trying to ignore the bit of wetness that had been forming between her thighs. Trying to keep anyone from seeing. Trying to bottle it up the way he would have, but part of her didn't want to. She didn't even resist as Daisy kneeled down before her and urged her to widen her stance. She didn't say anything as her own hands came down seemingly of their own accord to pull her lips back to expose the clitoris that those little ears were meant to stimulate. Daisy raised the device up to her, not inserting it like it was meant to be used, but just pressing those dancing ears up against her so that they pinched that exposed button between them.

"Oh my god..." Megan practically gasped the words, knees buckling slightly before she caught herself. She couldn't help it. Being in this room like this with all these naked women, watching them please themselves... It had made her horny. She couldn't deny it any more.

"Isn't it nice?" Daisy asked, smiling up at her, "I said it was my favorite."

Megan lost her battle with control almost before she had finished the words, falling forward to put her hands on Daisy's shoulders for support as the orgasm ripped through her body. She shuddered and heaved, having completely forgotten about where she was for the moment, or that nine other women were watching her and smiling.

She remembered again as she started to come back down, still panting as she looked back at the room. She should have been embarrassed. Everything she knew about the world was telling her to be. But she wasn't. For some reason, here in this place, it seemed... Normal.

"Now you really are one of us." Rosie said with a smile. It wasn't a joke. It was something to be proud of. Like a threshold had been crossed that would bond them all together forever.

Daisy had pulled the toy away, allowing Megan to help her back to her feet before leaning back against the rail next to Penelope. The latter had just ridden out her own hand-spun climax and was now just idly playing in the ample wetness on her fingers, drawing it out in strings and letting it dribble to the floor.

"Thank you, Daisy." She eventually said, not sure how awkward it sounded but feeling the need to say it anyway, "That was really nice of you."

"My pleasure, Megan. I know the whole naked day thing sounds absurd. Half of us refused to take part in the first one, but..." Daisy paused, settling the toy against herself now and sliding it up inside slowly, not stopping until the little rabbit found her special spot and trapped it the way it had just done to Megan. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Penelope finished for her, still lazily rubbing herself in the afterglow of her pleasure, "Sometimes we forget what sexual beings we really are."

"Not all of us, obviously." Clairibelle said with a chuff.

"We're already doing this every day anyway." Muffin giggled the words out, "That's why I came up with the idea. I just thought... Why not have fun with it once in a while?"

Megan took a little time to finish catching her breath, hoping her little adventure on this side of the rails didn't sap too much energy out of her. She still had a lot to do, and a nagging thought that just wouldn't go away.

It was because Henry wasn't here.

"Right, well. Halfway done." She started to move back past the others, already wondering what surprises were in store for her over there, but stopped after just a couple of steps as a voice called after her.

"Megan..." Elsie was quiet, and almost shy, "I'd like something today too."

Everyone stopped to look at her. She hadn't taken part in the secret aspect of the milking process in months. Megan had never seen her do it at all. She stared back at Elsie a bit wide-eyed, before moving toward her cabinet. She'd never even seen it opened before.

"If I'm being honest, Megan..." Elsie said to her quietly, "I had almost hoped you and Henry would fall in love. It might have been easier. But you kept your distance because of me, and I want to thank you for that."

Megan stopped at the cabinet, turning to look now at the woman that Henry cared so much for. She considered it for a bit, then came to a decision to share something that just didn't seem right to keep secret after a heart warming confession like that.

"You're welcome, except that..." She swallowed hard, which was appropriate considering what she was about to say, "I kind of gave him head about two weeks ago."

"What the fuck?" Clairibelle shot up straight, "How the hell did I miss that?"

"It was on the side of the road about five miles toward that gas station." Megan said as she scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"Yep..." Sophie snorted, "That's about how far away you have to get from the farm before something gets past CB."

"Look, we were talking about you, and he was so frustrated. He didn't really even want to at first, but I kinda..." She scrunched up her face, "Maybe just a little bit rapey. I just wanted to make him feel better."

Elsie looked at her for a while, her expression hard to read, "Did it?"

Megan's gaze met with hers and she blinked, "Make him feel better?"

"Yes." Elsie replied, prodding further, "Did he enjoy it?"

"Well, I mean... Yeah." Megan said quietly. She was less uncomfortable now, though she was unsure why, but Elsie seemed more curious than annoyed, "I'm actually pretty good... At it... Oh."

Megan let out a small gasp as she opened Elsie's cabinet. Most of the girls had at least some small selection of toys to choose from, depending on mood. This contained only one item. A long white white wand with a ball on the end, recognizable the world over.

"Hello, Hitachi." Megan said quietly, picking it up and beginning to unwrap the cord as she took the few paces back toward Elsie, "I used to have one of these. Any lady that says diamonds are a girls best friend has never had a therapeutic muscle massaging magic wand."

"I don't know why they even call it that." Sophie called across the room with a laugh, "Everyone knows what it's really for."

"There are still a lot of places where sex toys are against the law." Megan explained, matter of factly, "You can own a personal massager though, so they call it that because... Well, the world needs heroes."

Megan handed the device over to Elsie as the room filled with laughter once again, their hands touching as she did so. There was a pause as they regarded each other. Then Elsie smiled, and Megan knew in that moment there was no offense taken for what she and the man she loved had done.

Megan made her way quickly around the opposite rail, stopping in front of Clairibelle to start setting her up. She paused, following CB's gaze back across the room toward Elsie, and the slow hum of the device that was now pressed gently against her sex. It had only been a moment since Megan had left her, but already she was lost to it... Her eyes closed and head slightly thrown back as she let the vibrations have their way with her.

"Wait for it..." Clairibelle whispered, reaching down to stroke her human lover's back gently. There was something serious about the way she said it. Something about to happen that she cherished, and had missed. Something important to her.

Megan could only watch as Elsie's breathing became heavy. She was close, even so soon, but she had to wonder how long it had even been since she had relieved herself this way. Months? Years? Soon the breathing picked up a noise. Soft and gentle, just like the woman herself, as she climbed quickly to the pinnacle of her pleasure.

When it happened, Megan understood what Clairibelle had meant. It was a sound. A silky hum of bliss, long and slow. Too soft to be a cry, and too musical to be a moan. It was just... Beautiful.

It was because Henry wasn't here.

"Oh how I've missed that." Clairibelle whispered again, letting her eyes drop to meet Megan's, "I've never used the wand before. Should we get one?"

"We are definitely getting one." Megan blurted out, then realized how loudly she'd said it as Muffin started to giggle at her once again, "We'll talk about it later."

She quickly went about hooking up all the girls along the line. Clairibelle practically burst with her arousal just from the application of the cups to her nipples, and by the time Megan had gotten back around to come up behind her there was already a puddle of her fluid forming on the floor.

"What would you like, CB?" Megan asked. It was strange to her, suddenly. Henry had always serviced Clairibelle's needs, even after she and Megan had started sleeping together, "I've never had to ask you that before."

"Just a kiss?" Came the reply, much to everyone's surprise.

"Really?" Megan furrowed her brow, shifting her weight to one leg with a hand on her hip, "That's all you want? I thought this was all about letting loose?"

"Honey, I've already gotten off twice in the time it took you to get here." She straightened up off the rail, reaching her hand up to stroke Megan's cheek, "Rosie is right, you know. You really are one of us, and I've never loved you more."

Megan reached up to take the hand in her own, her heart swelling with emotion, "A kiss, then."

It had taken some practice. Practice that they had willingly engaged in over the last week, until they had gotten it just right. Their lips met, Megan's head tilted back to reach up for her and eyes closed as the larger woman's snout pressed down upon her. Megan more easily took the lead they had found, slipping her way into Clairibelle's mouth to toy with the tip of the massive tongue that could pleasure her so completely. They stayed that way for a long and loving moment before finally peeling away from each other, smiling like two teenagers that had just tried it for the first time.

"I love you too, CB." Megan surprised herself this time. She'd said it plenty of times, but never in front of the others. It left her feeling a mix of proud and embarrassed, but it was the truth just the same.

She turned to Muffin and Jasmine, finding the former weeping her eyes out in joy over what she had just seen, and the latter practically getting the life strangled out of her by the hug her lover had around her neck.

"Muffin!" Jasmine practically had to cough the words up, "I need to breathe air in order to live!"

"Huh? Oh!" Muffin let up a bit, giving her partner a little room to move, "Sorry, Jazzy... that was just so beautiful! I'm so happy for you both!"

By now Megan had fetched their eggs shaped toys with the controllers attached, handing them over to the pair. She took a moment to regard Muffin curiously, "This was really your doing? I never would have thought..."

"You have no idea." Jasmine, leaned into her lover once more, "If it weren't for her, we probably wouldn't have ever done any of this. She was always the courage that made me want to try new things."

"I needed milk to bake. We needed babies to make milk, and who doesn't like babies?" Muffin giggled the words, "But then there was too much milk to use it all, so..."

"So you re-opened the farm." Megan smiled back at the pair. She knew full well that they wouldn't start using their toys on each other with her watching. Jasmine was still Jasmine, even on naked day, "I suppose you're the one I should thank then. For everything."

Muffin giggled, one arm shooting out to pull Megan in against herself and Jasmine in another hug. Even Jasmine joined in this time, though a little timidly. Another completely nude hug, though she was almost getting used to it now. Almost. Eventually she was able to free herself from it, smiling back at the pair before turning away towards Sophie, barely hearing Muffin whisper softly to her lover as she walked away.

"I like her butt."

"Sophie." Megan said as she approached the last woman on the row. This was going to be interesting to say the least.

"Megan." The massive woman replied, leaning back against the wall with her arms and legs crossed casually, "You ready to do this today?"

"I'm not sure." Megan said, smiling and shaking her head as she started toward the cabinet to fetch the gloves, "But I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't. So here we go."

"Hey, so I had a thought..." Sophie said slowly, drawing out the words for dramatic effect in a way that made Megan a little nervous, "What if we ditch the gloves today?"

Megan said nothing, just turning to look back and finding her gaze met with a somewhat curiously serious expression.

"They don't fit you completely right. I mean, you always make me feel good, but..." Sophie shrugged a little, "I've been wondering for a while now what it would be like. You know, if you could really feel me with your own hands, and... Well, if I could really feel you."

Megan swallowed hard again. She'd often wondered that herself. She'd gotten pretty good at helping Sophie get off, despite the difficulties and insensitivity that plagued her, but it was hard to feel much through the glove. It was also true enough that it didn't fit quite right leaving a lot of slack around her fingers. Eventually she nodded slowly, turning back to the cabinet to fetch only the bottle of lubricant they kept there instead before slowly stepping back toward her last task of the day.

"Alright, Sophie." She said, "Turn around, and we'll see how this goes."

There was a long pause, but eventually Sophie shifted herself. She stayed against the wall, letting her hands fall back against it and uncrossing her legs, sliding slightly down as she took a wider stance, "Do I have to turn around?"

There was something about the way she said it that felt desperate. A crack in the hardened exterior of an otherwise tough as nails country woman. Megan couldn't help but relent, "I suppose it's not required, is it?"

Sophie smiled down at her, "Thank you, Megan."

Megan moved up in front of her. The size difference was such that she never had to even bend over in order to service the larger woman. As it was, Sophie's sex was mere inches below the level of her face. She reached up gently to touch it, having noticed something she had never seen before, drawing back to let a thin string of fluid hang between her finger and thumb, "You're actually wet, Sophie. You never start off wet."

"It's a naked day miracle." Sophie said, laughing a little before continuing, "I've been hoping you'd agree to do it this way ever since we started. I suppose all that thinking about got me a little bothered."

"I never thought you'd go for another lady, Sophie." Annabelle said, watching them from across the room.

"Don't get me wrong." Sophie said with a shrug, "Megan, if you were about ten feet tall with horns as wide as an oak tree and a cock that we could plow the fields with... You'd be my perfect man. But you are who you are, and I love what you do to me."

"I could try to teach Henry." Megan said, staring to slick up her right hand with the oil, "I'm actually rather surprised he never figured out how to do it better. You said he did it for years."

"I think Henry's poor little head would explode, darlin'." Annabelle laughed, "I don't think you realize how relieved he is that you do it for her now. He'll do his duty, but he ain't about to go feelin' around and asking for feedback."

"She's right about that. He was more of a 'make a fist and punch it' sort of assistant." Sophie said, sighing as Megan slid her fingers gently inside, "He just doesn't have the attention to detail that you do."

Megan wiggled her fingers around just inside the big woman to test the resistance, finding much less than usual. Sophie really wanted this, and somehow that made Megan feel rather warm and fuzzy. She slowly slid her hand further in, letting her wrist get swallowed up in the massive lips, her forearm following soon after. At this angle she was stopped at the elbow, rather than being able to straighten out her arm if she'd gone in from behind, but it wouldn't matter. The sweet spot wasn't so far in that it would be necessary. She let her hand turn, gently stroking back and forth as she felt around for it, as if she was waving back at herself through Sophie's belly. It wasn't difficult. She'd been able to feel it a little even through the glove. Now it was obvious. A patch of firmer flesh, slightly raised and perhaps even a little swollen now that she was able to truly explore it freely. She ran her fingers around it, evaluating it's size and testing the borders, but not yet set on drawing out pleasure.

Though she was doing a damn fine job of it anyway. A gasp escaped from Sophie that was downright feminine, which was not a word generally used to describe her in any way, "Oh hell... I can't believe I've had this in me the whole time. How did I live without it?"

"Poorly, I'd imagine." Megan said with a snort.

Stimulation of that secret spot was only the first part of the process, though. Once she felt like she had a better understanding of it's dimensions, she began working on the second as her left had came up to push back against her hood and reveal the little clitoris hiding behind it. She trapped it between her finger and thumb, beginning to roll it back and forth with gentle pressure, causing the larger woman to moan once more. That's how it always went, coaxing out her orgasm on the two points in tandem, but the left hand always had the more difficult task. No matter how many times she'd done this, that little clit would always escape back into it's hiding place a few times before the end, and even then it took effort to keep it exposed. Effort that could have been better spent actually stimulating it.

But like this, facing each other, there was a solution. One that she never would have even considered before, but she'd already come this far...

"Clairibelle..." Megan called back over her shoulder, "You're not the jealous type, right?"

"Hah!" Came the reply, "Are you serious right now?"

Megan smiled a little, "Just checking."

She leaned in then, freeing the fingers of her left hand to keep the upper part of Sophie's massive pussy spread wide open, pressing back to make that little button pop out once more. There was nowhere for it to hide now, as she let her lips slip around it with a little licking slurp.

Sophie, for all her wishes being fulfilled, did not expect it. Nor did she expect it to make her feel the way it did as a long and demanding shudder took control of her body, "Oh fuck, Megan... Do that again!"

She nibbled on it with her lips a few more times, sucking back on it and letting it pop out of her mouth. Clairibelle seemed to like when she did that, but it wasn't going to be enough to get the job done here. She let her tongue snake out, using just the tip now to flick it up and down quickly, as the hand buried deep inside the other woman continued to wriggle its fingertips against the sensitive spot she'd found there. Sophie just gave herself up to it. It was like nothing she had ever known. It was pleasure more pure and perfect than anything she could have even dreamed of. Soon Megan could barely even taste the lightly medicinal lubricant over the taste of the woman as her arousal flowed freely, drenching her arm and splashing onto her lips and tongue.

When Sophie came, it was like a mountain falling from the sky. She slid down the wall, dragging Megan with her as she splayed out to the side with her back arched. Her hands grasped Megan by the back of the head, pressing the little woman's face tighter against her sex and threatening to drown her inside of it. Megan didn't relent though, she suckled her clit back between her lips once more, rolling her tongue against it as waves of bliss wracked through Sophie's body for what seemed like minutes, finally deteriorating into a a dull hum of pleasure that left her little more than a twitching mess on the ground.

Megan slowly drew back her arm out of the poor woman, gingerly freeing Sophie from the stimulation. So completely over-sensitive to it now that the action caused another shudder and strain to wrack her as the hand finally popped out. Megan raised up to her knees, having been dragged to the ground somewhat less than gracefully as Sophie fell. She watched as the other woman heaved long breaths, occasionally interrupted by shivers as she waded through the aftermath. When she was finally willing and able able to open her eyes again, she found Megan still there between her thighs, face soaked and dribbling from the chin, and smiling back with what could only be described as pride.

Neither of them said a word. Sophie smiled, tears misting over her eyes. Megan leaned forward, placing one soft kiss against the tender flesh that her tongue and mouth had just attacked so thoroughly, as if kissing a child goodnight. Then she stood up off the ground, and made her way through a silent room to the sinks to begin washing up.

"And to think..." Megan finally said, once she was toweling herself dry, "Two months ago I didn't even know I liked other girls."

Still there was silence, and she turned to look at them finding Clairibelle right there behind her instead. Most of the girls were done milking, having detached themselves while she was otherwise occupied. CB dropped down, hooking one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her up into the cradle of her arms easily.

"Clairibelle?" Megan asked curiously, but the woman she had come to love said nothing. She simply carried her to the middle of the room, setting her down gently in the straw.

They made love then. For how long, none of them could even say. None of them even cared to mark the passage of time as they all watched with rapt attention. They pleasured each other over and over and again... Tongues and fingers sliding in and out of each other's bodies freely until they just couldn't continue any longer, melting into each other in a heap of sweat. They made love, not in spite of their friends watching them do it, but because they were meant to see. They made love because that love had made them both better.

They made love...

Because Henry wasn't here.

Someone had seen that thought running through her head all night. Someone who had an uncanny knack for reading that sort of thing without a word ever needing to be said. That someone waited in the silence of the afterglow for several long minutes, watching as the little human chewed on that singular thought over and over again, trying to explain it to herself, before finally deciding it was time to give her an answer.

"Henry loves us, Megan." Muffin spoke quietly, leaning over the rail to look down at her, "But you're right. All of this is because he's not here. He bottles too much of himself up because he thinks it protects us from all the bad things in the world, but he's also trying to protect himself. He doesn't see that."

Megan sat up slowly, not even bothering with embarrassment anymore. There was none of that left to be found, CB shifted with her to let her head lie in Megan's lap, eyes closed and smiling to herself as the little woman scratched behind her ear, "I don't understand. I've never seen you all like this before."

"It's been hard for some of us to admit, sugar. Especially for me." Annabelle had made her way around the rail now to sit with them, reaching out to place a hand on CB's shoulder, "We may not have been controlled by our urges the way she was, but a little bit of what made her that way is inside all of us."

"It's ridiculous, when you stop and think about it. We stand around twice a day masturbating while getting milked." Jasmine spoke next, her head resting on Muffin's ample cleavage, "I couldn't do something like that if it was just for production. I can do it because I... We all want to do it. We like it."

Rosie had dropped down, sitting on the ledge of the pit just under the rail, "It was difficult enough to even get Henry to agree that all this was for the best. He would have rather just kept doing everything the old way." She sighed and went on, "We all play polite and professional to help him justify it to himself, and he tries to act like he's just another piece of the machinery to help facilitate the task."

"There's hope for him. I've seen the cracks in his armor." Clairibelle said sleepily as reached up to put her hand on Annabelle's, "I'm a little old to be acting out for daddy's attention, but I do it because every once in a while I can still get a rise out of him."

"How can you tell?" Megan asked, now slowly rubbing a hand along CB's jaw.

"By the way he looks at her." Clairibelle made a motion over toward Elsie, "I can kindle the fire that he tries to hide, but it only burns for her."

"He is crazy about you, you know." Megan said, turning her head to speak directly to Elsie now, "If anyone could get through to him, it would be you. Maybe if you'd just..."

"Everyone... Stop." Sophie this time, having still not made it to her feet. She was just leaning back now against the wall, "Most of you hadn't changed yet when that all went south for them, but this conversation doesn't lead to anything good. It doesn't lead to answers you all want to hear."

There was a long silence until Rosie finally broke it, "Maybe that's exactly why we need to hear it."

"I don't know if that's true." Sophie said with a sigh, looking over at Elsie now, "But it's not my story to tell."

Everyone turned to look at her now. Elsie had practically collapsed in on herself as she had so many times before, as if she could hide her existence from them inside her own skin.

"What happened?" Megan asked quietly.

"Angel." Came the soft reply after a long pause, followed by a sigh before she continued, "After my son died, Henry abandoned us to deal with his grief alone. He didn't say where, or for how long. He just said he'd be back. Then Angel started to change."

"There should have been ten of us. She should have lived." Sophie said, her head low now, "Henry doesn't know. He came back when he was ready, and by then I'd already buried her. We just told him... She didn't make it."

"You think he could have saved her?" Megan asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. We tried, but we didn't know a lot of things then. Henry bought the food, he cooked, he did everything for us." She shook her head sadly, starting to cry at the memory.

"I made sure we would never that helpless without him again. I made sure that everyone took on a role to help us survive." Sophie shook her head slowly, letting her eyes close. "But back then just weren't prepared. We didn't have what we needed to care for her. Then the heater in the barn broke, and we couldn't fix it. It got so cold, and she was in so much pain."

They all went quiet, watching Elsie struggle with what she needed to say. What she had hidden from everyone for so long. She tried to wipe away the tears, but they were just as quickly replaced by more, "In three weeks time, I lost my son... And my daughter."

"And Henry wasn't here."