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It was a pleasant spring morning as the girls got together on Abigail's farm. She'd been friends with all of the ladies in this group for a long time, even if they'd gone their separate ways for a while. It was hard keeping touch after high school, and life always got so crazy and busy when you weren't looking, but now that they had all had a kid and had some time to settle into the new groove of things, they'd decided that it was time for a little reunion.

Abigail was the host, a beautiful blonde beauty with tan skin and freckles, whose bright green eyes caught the light like leaves on a tree. She cut a fit figure, with matronly hips suited to playing with her kids or working on the farm. She ran a dairy ranch, not the biggest one, but with enough cows on it to need milking machines and a lot of books to keep everything in order with deliveries and exports. Still lactating from her kid, she joked sometimes about how she should use her own milk to top up the numbers when things looked slow.

Diana was the next one to arrive, stepping out of her truck and giving a friendly wave before she ran up and hugged her good friend. Her caramel skin glistened beautifully in the sun, though mostly from the lack of AC in her truck, and her overalls had paint stains along the tops and sides from the latest project. She'd been the one who had called this group in particular together, as this would be the first meetup of the Lactating Ladies. It had been a fun little obsession when they were in high school, and now they shared tips online about getting a good flow going. She even donated any extra she had to banks to make sure no child went without.

Phoebe showed up third, her red hair a little frazzled as she slipped a little on some mud that had formed near the house. She kept her balance, then pushed her glasses back into position, though the sudden movement had caused her to squeeze her chest close, leaving two small wet spots right over her nipples. She was dressed casually in a pair of capris and a shirt with a cartoon character smiling on it. She worked in a fertility lab, usually behind a telescope and far from patients, but she'd gotten a lot of information when she'd been pregnant. She was the slimmest of the group, her chest by far the smallest, but that didn't seem to stop her from leaking through most clothing, as she'd already proved before lunch had even started.

The three chatted about life, catching up with each other and looking at the clock, waiting for their fourth. Abigail pouted after a while, though, giving out an annoyed sigh. “Dagnabbit, she's always keeping us waiting like she owns the place. I ain't letting the food get cold waiting on her, though, so she can just whine.” She led everyone to the dining room, getting the food from the kitchen for the girls to enjoy.

As she stepped back into the room, arms filled with plates and entrees, largely dairy based, but with a no expenses spared for her friends, a loud engine roar sounded outside. She jumped, barely catching everything before it tipped, and Diana rushed to get everything safely on the table, while Phoebe moved the curtain to look outside. Parking across both her and Diana's vehicles and blocking the way out was a sleek pink muscle car, out of which stepped Olivia. She had on heels and a tight pink dress that matched her car. She tilted her sunglasses back, her ruby red lips pursing for a moment before she flicked her flowing brown bob cut and began to strut her way to the house.

Olivia had done well in life, getting a solid six figures working in some big fashion number in the city. She tried to show it as well, keeping up with the latest trends and styles, though she had one caveat to the normal industry: body positivity. She wasn't the slim, femme fatale one might expect to be working in such a place, but instead boasted a matronly figure bar none. Her hips were wide, swaying with each step, and her breasts were far too large to contain in any little pencil dress so many companies tried to push. But most of all she appreciated the chub around her waist. Not so much as to be roly poly or unhealthy, but enough to show off her wealth and comfortable life and really fill out any outfit. She looked beautiful as she stepped up towards the house, completely out of place with the muddy driveway her heels sank into with each step. Then again, when you could get a custom tailor for all your dresses, you could make just about anything look amazing.

Abigail and Olivia had always had a bit of a rivalry, though a friendly one. As expected, the city slicker and the farmer didn't see eye to eye, and Olivia liked to comment on Abigail's fashion choices with silly prank gifts. Even today, as she sashayed into the house and took off the sunglasses, crooning a hello to the Lactating Ladies at their first lunch, she had a gift bag resting lightly in her fingers that she offered to Abigail. “Please, take it, from me. A little something to celebrate, and since I knew you'd be a gracious hostess, of course.”

The farmer looked at the gift with a little bit of annoyance, but still accepted. After all, you couldn't just turn something down because the person giving it to you was a little snobby. But when she got to the table and looked inside, her face puckered into a rictus of feigned surprise. “Come on! Show us what she gave you!” called out Diana with a chuckle. Phoebe nodded across the table, curious herself, while at the opposite end Olivia smirked and leaned back in her chair.

Abigail sighed as she lifted out what looked to be lingerie, lacy and very expensive, in a cow print, complete with socks and gloves and holes right where the nipples would be for ease of milking. The two guests giggled and let out playful hoots of laughter, while Olivia's chuckle pierced through the air with how smug it was. “After all, we're the Lactating Ladies, and our resident cowgirl has to keep up appearances. And should her husband not satisfy, perhaps she could get a bull interested.”

The farmer placed the items back in the bag, glowering at her friend. Just because she'd married some fancy fashion mogul she always talked down about her husband. “He's got me quite pleased, thank you kindly. Anyone whose hands have to deal with a couple hundred udders a day knows how to use them to please a lady.” She leaned back, gesturing at the food. “Plus, it's all from our farm. A themed lunch from those with less delicate digits.”

Olivia grabbed a fork, eating the meal with a look on her face like she was better than the country meal, even if her conversation with the group was friendly. Everyone teased each other a little, with implications that Diana's ranger of a husband was out doing bears in the woods, or Phoebe was having more fun with turkey basters, but all the most pointed jabs came from Olivia, particularly when it came to their figures. “It's so rough in the city, day in and day out, all those eyes on my curves and hands on my body. Modeling the new line, making appearances at shops, getting the reputation up. They even had the gall to call me a goddess of fertility when I was pregnant, like I could live up to that standard.” She reached for her glass, which had had milk in it, but was empty, and gave it a little shake. “Oh, I appear to have run out.”

Abigail saw the others with low glasses as well and stood up. “I can fill it for you. Got only the freshest in the house.”

Olivia simply giggled, shaking her head. “Why should we do that? What could your cows do to compare with the freshest? And who makes the best? Why that's right!” She dropped the shoulder of her dress, letting one of her breasts free, before she squeezed it directly into the glass in front of her, filling it to the brim in seconds. She smirked, raising it, her nipple leaking on the table cloth as she took a long sip of her own milk. “Ahhh. The Lactation Ladies.”

The trio of shocked eyes looking at her made her laugh warmly, then she pointed to Diana, whose jaw had visibly dropped. “What? Is something the matter? Don't tell me you can't pull that off.”

Diana shook her head, then laughed. “I haven't tried for speed. A gentle milking with the machine is so much nicer, and makes sure nothing spills. Though it does taste good, that much I know.”

“How about you Phoebe? You always dreamed of your breasts getting larger when you had a kid. Did that go well?” Olivia looked at Phoebe's meager, but leaking, chest with a raised eyebrow.

The scientist shrank into her seat, covering her breasts with her hands. “They got fuller, but not really bigger. And because they're so small, they leak constantly. I got a good taste of myself throughout the pregnancy and after, tracking the creaminess and nutrients. It was good data to make sure things were healthy. Though... Well...” She brought out her breast as well, the pert little mound dripping the second she touched it, and with but a gentle squeeze she was gasping softly as her milk spilled forth into the cup, filling it halfway. She then took out her other breast to even things out, getting it full between the two. “I had to nurse back and forth regularly, but I never seem to run dry.”

Olivia applauded Phoebe's tenacity, and Diana was laughing as well, while Abigail slowly sank into her seat, contemplating the glass in front of her. “Well, Abby? I'm sure you can pull it off. Or is the cowgirl not as productive as she claims?”

She didn't know why that stung, but she shot a glare at Olivia. “Hey now, my kid ain't hungry, and my next one won't be, neither! But after working so hard all day, I don't want to be sipping from myself. Not when there's a whole ranch of cows to drink from.”

Olivia's eyes bored into Abby's. “Come now, if you don't get it out regularly, with all that time in the sun you'll be squeezing out cheese.” She giggled, then leaned back, the smug look on her face radiating so much the other two had quieted down. “Besides, cows are mindless beasts. We take pride in ourselves. I bet I could outproduce one of those smelly bovines any day of the week.”

You could make fun of her husband. You could even call her breast milk cheese. But you did NOT make fun of Abby's cows. For a moment it looked like she was about to flip the table over, but she stopped, a smirk spreading across your face. “Alright. Shoot, I'll take that bet. If you can fill up one of the milkers I use on my cow, you and the girls can do whatever you want with me for the rest of the afternoon. But if'n ya can't, me and the girls will get to have some fun with you. That sound fair?”

Olivia's eyebrows rolled playfully as she looked into Abigail's determined green eyes. “Alright. Sure. How bad can it be? And you'll look so cute in that lingerie.” She stood up from the table, placing her breast fully back into her dress. “Now, where do you keep this little milking device? I've filled more than a bucket myself, you know.”

Abigail started walking towards the door, a confidence and purpose to her stride that scared and excited Phoebe and Diana, but went unnoticed by Olivia. “Right this way, little lady. Though watch your step until we get to the path.” It wasn't a long walk, made all the shorter by Abby's strides and Olivia's confident sashay. But as the barn door opened and the milking machine came into view, Olivia's confidence plummeted when she saw the vat set up next to the machine. “We, uh, don't do buckets anymore. And with the right feed, cows can be QUITE productive.”

Olivia laughed nervously, stepping back out of the barn. “Alright, alright, I know I was talking a big game...”

Abby slapped her on the back playfully, pushing her a little towards the machine. “Nonsense! We all saw how productive you could be. You'll be able to fill it up with no problem. You said you managed well more than a bucket, right?” Her hand was forceful, the strength required to run a dairy farm more than enough to get the nervous fashionista towards the machine, and any time she tried to weasel out of it, Diana always seemed to be in the right place, her friendly smile almost threatening as she calmly guided Olivia towards the milker.

Once she was there, she heard a couple of snaps near the ground, looking down to see Phoebe winking as she locked in Olivia's ankles, making sure she wasn't going anywhere. As Diana got the milking cups and held them up, waiting for the locked in lady to remove her dress for the milking, Abigail leaned on the milking tank, pointing to a line just below her hip. “On a bad day, any one of my girls can fill this baby up to about here. On a good day,” she continued as she pointed to the very top, where a red line marked the maximum for the machine, “they can do the whole thing. I've only had one girl overflow it. Now, I ain't gonna expect any of us to flood this whole tank, but if you can beat the low mark, I'll give it to you.”

While she'd been talking, Olivia had sighed and given in to the challenge she'd agreed to, revealing her bountiful bosom and removing both the shoulder straps and her bra to get comfortable in the process. She looked at the suction cups at the end of the milking machines like they were the barrel of a gun, but placed them to her chest anyway. She had a moment of difficulty keeping them in place, right up until Abby flicked the switch to turn the machine on. The suction was powerful, the cup fully pulling itself onto her breast far more efficiently than her children had, with milk instantly pouring from her nipple and traveling down the hose of the machine. What surprised her, though, was how gentle the machine itself was, apart from the powerful suction, and she found herself gasping and letting out a low, purring moan.

Abigail chuckled at that, her smile turning friendly as she saw the milk moving into the machine. “Yeah... I feel the same way when I get backed up and want a release. Makes me really glad I went for the milker with the long hoses, and individual cups for milking bulls as well.” She gently massaged her chest, feeling the milk waiting to burst forth under her skin. “For the record, my best was all the way down here.” She tapped near the bottom of the tank, well below the line for the cows. “So you can still brag if you beat that.”

Olivia was hardly listening to her, though, the moans continuing at a low, constant level, not too far off from a cow's moo, while her nipples were erect, practically ejaculating the milk out in steady spurts. Her areolas were getting puffy, the suction turning them pink, but the feeling had her knees quivering from the sheer ecstasy of it. She just hoped her arousal wasn't seeping into her dress as she closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations of the milker. But all good things have to come to an end, and as her milk production dried up, the suction went from pleasant to a little chafing, her body wanting to give more, but simply unable to.

The machine was turned off, and she whined as she popped the cups off her breasts, which seemed much more swollen and sensitive than before. She didn't bother to put her dress back on, looking at the tank with a hopeful smile after she felt like gallons of milk had rushed from her. Unfortunately it was less than half of what she hoped, though she had, indeed, beaten the line Abigail had pointed at, even the low mark for a cow was double her output. “Aw, too bad. Looks like I'm the one who wins the bet, hmm, city slicker?” Abby's grin was almost malicious, clearly full of evil thoughts for the rest of the afternoon.

Olivia waved her hand, looking to her other friends. “Oh, come now. Like that was a serious bet. Really, would we ever outproduce a beast bred for just that sort of thing?” However the other girls weren't buying it, both of them looking at her with a flat look, and neither moving to release her from the machine. “You weren't serious about playing with me all afternoon, were you?”

Abby practically skipped as she headed to the door of the barn. “Don't go anywhere, girls! I'll be right back. Though you should give the machine a try. I'll have to clean it up anyway before the cows can use it, and we can see who the most lactating lady is. Just hit that button to dump it, or that one to put it into a container for later.” Her eyes then locked with Olivia's. “And you'll look so cute in that lingerie.” She giggled as she headed back to the house, leaving the other girls to their devices... or, rather, the milking device.

Diana grabbed the cups that were hanging there, examining them for a moment, before she undid her shirt as well. “You know, I end up filling bottles one at a time, not going for as much as I can at once. I'm curious what I can manage.” She contemplated moving Olivia from the device, but kept her strapped in, smirking at the captive lady. “You know, you should just be happy we didn't bend you over and put you in the other locks too. Though, who knows. You might look good as a little hucow.” She then held the suction cups to her full breasts and motioned for Phoebe to turn on the machine.

Phoebe dumped the milk into a container, then hit the button to turn on the suction. Immediately Diana was shuddering, holding onto the machine with one hand and letting out a gasp. “Woah, this is a lot stronger than the breast pumps. But damn if it doesn't feel great. I need to get me one of these.” Olivia watched helplessly as Diana moaned and groaned in front of her, and while it was entrancing, she couldn't help but look towards the tank to see how much her friend was producing. She'd felt like she'd been strapped in for minutes, lost in a bliss of suction and motherly bliss, but when she saw how quickly Diana went dry, she realized that must've been closer to a minute or two tops.

The artist of the group had filled up the tank higher than Olivia, but was still well under the cow line when all was said and done. She panted, her knees a little shaky, and Olivia could see a small wet spot forming at the crux of Diana's overalls as she slipped them back on. “Whew... Definitely need one of those. But I thought I was making more...”

Phoebe shrugged, taking the cups from her friend and hitting the button to dump the milk, Diana's swirling with Olivia's in the container. “Well, we'll see how this goes. I don't expect a lot, but you two seemed to enjoy it.” She winked and pulled off her milky top, both the shirt and the bra beneath soaked through with her breast milk. Topless, the redhead placed the cups on her chest and flipped the switch. She bit her lip but didn't make a sound, the liquid from her chest moving slowly and steadily, not flowing as heavily as the other two's had. “W-wow. This is strong. Much stronger than the machine to gather samples for testing...” She leaned against the control panel, her head leaning back and her eyes closed as the machine did its work.

Just then Abigail returned holding up the lingerie, dangling it playfully for Olivia. “Well, here you are. Step one of the afternoon: if you want to be a cow, you have to dress the part.” She closed the barn door, making sure the four of them would be alone for whatever they wished to do.

Olivia looked at the lingerie with a bit of a sour look, but resigned herself to her fate. “Do you have somewhere to change?”

Abby laughed as she released Olivia's ankles. “Why? It's not like we didn't see it all in high school in the showers. Besides, cows don't get worried being naked in front of others. Even fashionable ones like yourself.” She gave Olivia the lacy garments, then grabbed her dress, pulling it down over her hips and pooling it at the floor beneath her.

Olivia stepped free of the fabric, then placed her thumbs in her panties, pulling them down. She bit her lip a little, feeling nervous being naked in front of anyone other than her husband, especially with the visible trail of arousal that clung to her undergarments. But she let them slide away before she put on the clothes she'd bought for Abigail, sliding on the crotchless lacy cow print panties and the delicate, silky bra that caressed her sensitive, puffy nipples. The gloves and socks were snug, with her voluptuous thighs spilling over the top of the socks, while the gloves caressed her skin and covered it in a smooth, silky sheen. Lastly, Abigail produced two things Olivia was simultaneously surprised and not at all surprised she had: a headband with cow ears on it and a soft leather collar with a cowbell on the front. Olivia dutifully put them on, the cold metal resting on her chest as the look was completed.

Abigail took a step back, looking at her in the outfit, and had to admit she was quite a sight. She whistled, taking in the whole vision. “You do look good in that. No wonder you're a model.” She then laughed, nudging Diana's side. “We get to play with a model!”

Diana nodded, then looked towards the barn door. “You know, I have some body paints in the car... we could complete the look. I think she'd be beautiful with the spots on her, don't you?” Abigail nodded, while Diana looked towards the machine. “How about you, Phoe...be...” Her voice trailed off, the surprise in it enough for the other two to look over at their quiet friend.

Phoebe had her hand fully down her pants, the wet spot between her legs undeniable as she bit her lip, holding in her moans and gasps of pleasure. Her small breasts, fully held within the large cups at the base, were still streaming a constant line of milk, while the tank beside her was nearing maximum capacity. Both the farmer and the new lacy cow joined their friend in staring at the scene as Phoebe let out a cry of pleasure, her knees clamping together and a gush of fluids dripping from her capris. Not a moment later a small klaxon went off, signaling the pump shutting down for maximum capacity. Phoebe gasped and panted against the control panel, letting out soft groans as the suction cups popped off her breasts, swollen a little and pink from the prolonged suction they received.

With her eyes a little hazy, her face flushed with arousal, and air panting into her lungs, she looked at her friends, her blush deepening as she fixed her glasses sheepishly. “I... um... may have gotten carried away. I hope you don't mind.”

Abigail looked at her unassuming friend, then at the brimming tank of milk, before she started a slow clap that the other two joined in on. After a minute of that, she went over and grabbed Phoebe around the shoulder, looking towards the other two. “All in favor of nominating Phoebe head of the Lactating Ladies and, thus, the one who determines what we do with our sexy cow over there, say aye!”

Without hesitation both Diana and Olivia said “AYE!” in unison, both stunned by Phoebe's production, especially since her nipples were still leaking. Phoebe looked a little surprised, but giggled and stepped towards Olivia. “Well... We do have a beautiful hucow here... But we are missing something. And her production is lacking. Diana, go get your body paint. She needs to finish looking the part. And Abigail, I need some of your freshest, finest milk. Proper nutrition will do wonders for this beautiful girl's output.” Diana headed to the door while Abigail went to the back of the barn where the refrigerated storage was. When they both went away, Phoebe looked at Olivia, running one of the fingers she'd had stuffed inside her so recently along Olivia's bountiful breasts. “As for you... I'd have you drink it straight from the source, but they're still a little sore. Instead,” she said as she pointed towards the container of Diana and Olivia's milk and the full tank of her own. “I want you to taste of your friends. I'll get Abby to join in, so you have the essence of the whole club within you.”

Olivia shuddered, feeling a strange satisfaction in being bossed around like this, and seeing the confident, topless, otherwise unassuming Phoebe being so dominant awakened feelings she didn't know she had. She went over to the container, moving it aside to get a new one for the machine, letting it fill to the brim while she sipped from the one containing her own milk. She knew its flavor, but with it was a sweet, rich flavor she knew must be Diana's, their tastes swirling and joining as she drank deeply, letting the warmth fill her stomach. She placed it to the side as Diana came back, the paint in her hands and a smirk on her face as she popped off her overalls, letting them drop to the barn floor.

Abigail returned with a couple containers of her freshest cow's milk from their self-milking stalls, still warm from the tap. When she entered, she saw Diana lovingly painting black and white spots on Olivia's skin, the brush making the chubby, motherly figure giggle and jiggle in her lacy attire. Before she could say anything, though, Phoebe motioned to her. “First, take the jug from the machine. Feed her that, then let her taste you. A hard working farmer must be something she doesn't her her mouth around often.”

Abigail's eyes went wide, surprised by the bluntness of the request, but she agreed, taking the container of Phoebe's milk, the tank still half-full of it, and placing it to Olivia's lips as her arms were out, the brush on her skin marking her a cow while she drank of her new master's milk. Olivia closed her eyes, savoring the taste. It was full bodied, simple, and carefully balanced, but not thin or watery like she might have guessed it would be. It lacked much of the fat from her own or Diana's taste, but made up for it in nutritional studies and a careful diet that made Olivia envy her smaller mistress. When the last drop reached her lips, she found her tongue going into the bottle, trying to lick out every drop there.

Diana asked her to kneel down so she could get access to Olivia's eyes, and as Olivia did, she found herself face to face with Abby's sun kissed breasts. Freckles dappled them, a clear tan line visible, and they were heavy above a more fit, if still soft, frame. She'd always admired Abby's natural beauty, and she eagerly leaned forward, wrapping her lips around her friend's nipple and suckling like a newborn calf. Almost musky or spicy, but incredibly rich, as the fourth and final member of the group's milk entered her body, she could almost feel a wholeness, or a transcendence, her pussy dripping beneath her while she drank her fill.

Once the brush was done, Olivia looked like a skin colored holstein, and kneeling as she was, she easily moved to all fours. The girls brushed her hair, ran their fingers over her splotches and sensitive skin, commenting on her silky fur and shapely body, while offering her drinks from the cow's milk Abby had brought. It wasn't nearly as good as her friends', but she could feel her body filling up from it, her breasts getting heavy and milky in the cow bra she was wearing, her skin tingling at the praise. When prompted by Phoebe, she even let out a happy little moo, surprised at how good it felt to say.

Fingers caressed her sides, squeezed her breasts, and slipped between her legs, making her gasp and moo in pleasure as she was teased and played with by her friends. At some point during this all of them lost their clothes except for Olivia, the cow somehow the most dressed, though the lacy lingerie seemed an extension of her skin.

Then Diana smiled, teasing her clit as she grinned at Abby. “You know what would help our little cow produce more? A good breeding. You got something that can get her dripping and full?” Olivia shivered at the idea, though whether nerves or delight, it was hard to say.

Abby nodded, pointing over to another machine with straps and a truly massive false cock on the end of a metal rod. “Sure do. It's easier to keep the breed pure if I know what fella's going in what gal.” Olivia's eyes went wide, and she began to say something, but just a glance from Phoebe had the cow silent again, not wanting to break her mistress's unspoken wishes. Abby seemed to sense her hesitation, though, and smiled. “Don't you worry, little lady. I won't be so rude to break you with that beast. I've got something much better for you. But why don't you go strap yourself in so we can breed you properly, huh Olivia?”

She got up and mood with approval as she walked across the room, getting into the machine and letting herself be strapped in, the cool metal bar holding her up making her shudder. She heard the bell on her neck jingling with every step, her breasts feeling so gloriously full and pleasant. She could feel herself starting to leak through the bra, her nipples starting to get as wet as her lower lips as she waited for what was to come. Yet even she didn't expect Abby to have three strap-ons at the ready, each attached to a tube the girls could use to fill her up. Seeing her breasts leaking, though, Abby brought over a portable milker, hooking it up to their milky cow to see how much better she was doing.

It was an unspoken agreement as the three lined up around her, though how they managed to all fit, Olivia didn't know, only able to see the false cock before her and look up at Abigail's beautiful, lewdly smiling face. She held up the syringe, the off-white liquid in there clearly not milk. “This, my lovely little hucow, is the finest bull's milk. Our top breeder! Now, even he might not be potent enough to knock up a human, but, with enough of it, we can certainly try. Now open wide.” The smell of Abigail's lust coated over the fake human cock in front of her overwrote the rubbery taste in her mouth, but it didn't stop her from moaning around it, lavishing the length in licks sucking eagerly at it. However, that was quickly replaced by a surprised moo as both her other entrances were filled to the brim with cock... and not one she recognized.

How Diana and Phoebe had both gotten behind her and coordinated the holes, she had no clue, but after the initial discomfort of the penetration, she was stretched oh so wonderfully around two lengths, with her mouth eagerly sucking on a third. It was hard to tell much about the one in her ass, though it was well lubed, making her insides spark with pleasure and helping the one in her pussy work her into a frenzy. It pinched her g-spot between them, hitting all her deepest pleasure points and teasing her clit, all while her breasts were draining slowly of milk, her sensitive nipples gushing with every thrust. The bell around her neck rang rhythmically, every thrust clanging it and making it bounce off her breasts, the regular rhythm almost hypnotizing.

The cock with the best chance of breeding her didn't feel human, instead having the long, thick, powerful shape of a bull. She shuddered as she clenched around it, being claimed like an animal by a fake animal's cock, though she could practically feel it throbbing within her, leaking its warm cargo into her most precious depths with every thrust.

She groaned and mooed as she was taken, wondering who was filling where as she tasted the salty cum dripping on her tongue. It started to drive her mad, and her body was shaking in pleasure, pure bliss as her bovine lot in life gushing forth with every squirt of arousal from her pussy and every gush of milk from her breasts. But what brought her over the edge was not the thrusting or the moaning, but the hot breath on her ear, the sensual voice mixed with the delicate hands that caressed her chest and gripped her from behind. “Be a good cow and take me calf,” Phoebe commanded in her ear, then slammed that bull's shaft deep into her, flooding Olivia's womb with her mistress's powerful breeder sperm.

The warmth blossoming deep inside her was too much for her to handle, and she mooed in abject bliss around the cock in her mouth as she came, milking all the lengths for all they had while her full breasts drained everything else they had into the milker under her. As her mouth was flooded she gulped it down eagerly, tasting her breeder on her tongue, and another rush of warmth washed into her rear, making her feel so incredibly full and wonderfully well bred.

The Lactating Ladies pulled free from their cow in unison, leaving her a shuddering, dripping mess, bull cum leaking from her holes and dripping down her thighs, her mistress's cum running over her clit and making her tremble. As she basked in the glow, she saw Phoebe pick up the full milker, then come over and gently caress her face. “That's a good girl! What a good cow... Make sure you give me a calf now, okay? And then we'll get even more milk out of you.” Olivia leaned into the caress, a warm sense of pride welling up inside her. She did it. She'd met a cow's milk output... Now all she had to do was have Phoebe's calf actually take root and she'd be a real cow. As the excitement caught up with her and she fell asleep on the cool metal support under her, she dreamed of being able to give her mistress what she wanted, wanting nothing more than to be a good little cow.