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A continuing commission for Reylan. First part of numerous chapters with him and his new "adoptive" bovine parents ^^ Look forward to the next chapter when he can pay me :P

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Being a wet nurse was not a popular profession in a modernizing England. Mary had been groomed for the career by her mother. She already loved small children so it seemed a natural choice to want to diaper and feed and look after them while the parents were busy with their jobs and socializing.

While it felt neglectful and selfish that a mother would leave her offspring to a stranger's attention and nipples, it was probably a blessing as it gave lactating gentle cows like her stable work.

Well, until the economic downturn - then her skills were pointless and she had to stay at home while her husband went to sea at months a time.

Not that she was poor or hurting for money, it was just that there was a passion to take care of someone helpless. A powerful maternal bovine instinct so encompassing that her giant pink breasts stayed plump and full of milk despite not having a calf to feed.

She was bigger than most other species, towering over even some horses by a difference of several feet. Around the house, she walked around only wearing a green apron and bandana on her head, short horns and red hair poking out of the covering.

Large breasts the size of watermelons bulged against the stitched fabric of her apron, giving herself the sultry curves of a fat but exotic gypsy. Mary defined every example of the idea of a milf: older female in a domestic setting and attire with a voracious appetite for younger males to please her.

Okay, that last bit was a little to aggressive an overture, though she certainly had odd ideas from time to time. Somewhat tempting but certainly not appropriate for cubs so she put it out of mind to focus solely on her job.

Then boredom occurs and her thoughts linger into naughty things which she was too proper to delve into until an idea stuck her. Why indeed, did she need a cub to fulfill her job? If she found someone a little older to play with, She'd have no guilt over performing her kinky fantasies on them.

It wouldn't be too hard as she thought it through. In fact, she knew of one candidate who could go missing without suspicion.

He was a young American student an old couple downstairs were looking after. His passport was revoked in a blanket embargo due to terrorist coming into the U.K. To attack--well actually, she didn't remember. Mary just knew that a certain Yankee wolf couldn't leave the building for fear of being deported.

A few of the constables knew he was wanted, but they were a kind tight-lipped sort. Bobbies in this neighborhood only pursued threats to the crown, not misfortuned tourists. As long as this Reylan fellow wanted to stay in the country for reasons that were innocent, the law found no reason to make his hiding their business.

This would serve her business well since she had a friend amongst the bobbies who owed her a favor or so. It would be tricky to get the whole scheme, but she'd have it done faster than an arm of the law could spin his truncheon.

There came a resolute knock over the buzzing sound of the telly. While it could be assumed that it was Mrs. Holly's parrot banging his cage on the wall again as usual, the sound was too practiced and intentional to be an irate pounding from an annoyed parakeet.

He was alone in the apartment while the folks went to the grocer for whatever was needed. Reylan was partial to the ginger snap cakes. So he was certainly excited about that. Legally in the country for three weeks and a stowaway for a month after that, he nonetheless enjoyed the culture and gossip despite being a prisoner of sorts.

The firm knocks came again, and while he knew he wasn't supposed to answer the door, he also knew the peephole was one-way and anonymous. It would be easy to find who was on the other side while they assumed no one was home.

As the wolf looked through, he saw a friendly face. Mrs. Bellan wore that same smile and provocative revealing apron as always. Reylan would often giggle when she turned around to expose her bum. He rather enjoyed her perky cheeks but such thoughts went no further as she was married and this wasn't his country to meddle and play around in.

"Hello? Anyone home?" She tried to look through the viewfinder but it did the cow no good. Reylan was sorely tempted to let her in as he'd been led to believe she was kindly trustworthy.

Though another glance over her features boded some nervousness in his part as her expression contained some deceit or other. Such was distinct on her face as if she had a grin and a forked tail.

This wasn't a time to trust half strangers. He came to know that later, but today his naivete came out full force and the wolf only did what came natural. As he undid the lock and opened the door to greet her, instead, a surprise was greeting him.

One of those police fellows with the odd hat stepped from behind her and announced rather boisterously that he was being deported. While neighbors came out of their doors to see the fuss, Mrs. Bellan made a great deal of drama over this injustice and worry for him; a strange contrast to her jovial and adoring smile a second ago.

Without being given the time to pack his belongings, the officer grabbed him as the cow pleaded over his civil liberties up to the point when they got to the elevator. Then she dropped her act with an aloof amusement as she passed the blue bloke some hard-labeled pound notes which made the skunk fellow's eyes roll.

Something smelled rotten in the state of London and it wasn't a certain mustelid. Well it wasn't his physical odor, anyway. Before he was able to think about escape or crying for help, the bovine pulled out one giant breast. As he stared at it wordlessly, she pushed his head into it.

Relylan loved how squishy and hot it felt as it covered his head. That was the problem, though. He could not breath in her chubby tit and was soon struggling to the point of asphyxiation, where he passed out soundly in her arms like a giant puppy plush won at a carnival.

He shivered awake sometime later, body naked except for a thick pink blanket that barely covered up more than his torso.

Reylan sneezes as a foreign smell of cheap perfume and detergent came in his nose. There was an odd moment to wonder where he was; a giant bed with wooden dowels on all sides as well as something above like a short ceiling.

As the wolf tried to figure things out, he heard a loud pounding of hooves come along a wood hallway before opening a nearby door. He noticed the pink painted walls the same time Mrs. Bellan poked her head shyly in and smiled at him.

The cow walked into the room, her apron wet in the front where her breasts were; sweet smell of fresh milk in the air. "And how did my baby girl sleep?"

Reylan opened his mouth to say something but received a painful shock from a collar about his neck. The puppy yelped in a mix of surprise and pain as he tried to yank it off but found the thing locked on.

She smiled and giggled at him. "Looks like puppy had an accident." Reylan blinked, her statement making him harshly aware of a foul smell emanating from under the threadbare blanket.

He could only squeak in surprise as the canine saw a spreading awful mess of his waste smothered under his legs and butt like cold sticky marshmallows matted in his fur. As he looked closer, he saw three of four distinctive little pellets which looked strangely like glass.

The small things were laxatives and those were definitely slipped up his ass while he was unconscious to make him poo in the bed, but he couldn't imagine why someone would want him to do that.

She unlocked the top of his ornate girly crib while he blushed at being forced to not only sleep in his waste, but the fact that he had no privacy in front of this strange cow lady.

Reylan had just enough time to look up into her sweet reddish-brown eyes and a loud dull bell ringing around her neck. He whimpered as the bovine picked him up, sticky clumps falling off his fuzzy butt as he looked back at the giant pile he made and whimpered.

She was marching assertively out of the room, his head looking over her shoulder to see that giant bubbly ass and tail as she hummed casually and opened a nearby door. "I think you need a good scrubbing." She mused, laying him in a giant humanoid mold and strapping him in.

It was some kind of special restraint bassinet for use in bathtubs. Tan in color and aged, he could see that it was quite old. "Either for those with insanity or severe dementia," Mrs. Bellan confirmed to his curious gazes.

Of course that hardly answered his question as to why he was in her house, in the first place. Warm water washed away his taint and made the tub murky with an unusual brown.

"Why?" The puppy squeaked out, getting a nasty shock for his trouble which made him cringe. She rubbed his head fur, smiling as her other hand worked his tush with a wash cloth.

"I need a baby or I'll go -." She hesitated, thinking that out. "I guess I'm already mad. No matter lovey, we'll have fun." She purred in an affectionate way and rubbed her warm muzzle over his. Paying no attention to his fussing.

Reylan squirmed and growled in his bonds, tail up between his legs like a scared bitch. "Oh, don't worry. Mommy Mary will take good care of you!" The cow giggled, kissing his forehead.

His eyes widened at that, unable to believe it. Mrs. Bellan was what?! He looked around and saw the odd cartoony shapes and characters painted on the walls. It looked like a bathroom as part of a nursery. Did she want to do worse things to him?

He'd get his answer soon enough as she unplugged the bathtub and let the dirty water go into the drain. Soon, she had him out of the basin and into a thick fluffy towel all warm and fresh out of the dryer.

She tickled him through the towel as she dried him off. Making him squirm, wiggle, and giggle while surrounded by a toasty terry prison. Mary paid great attention to his crotch and ass, but was absolutly gentle around his scrotum, treating his marbles like eggs.

Reylan yipped with little laughs until she had him completely dry. Her loving nature was oddly hypnotic. Half the time, his suspicious thoughts were disarmed by the very fact that she felt so warm and nice despite the clear fact he was being held captive in her house.

In fact, he'd forgotten why she wanted him here in the first place. "Now changing for princess puppy."

He got nervous and ran at that, but she was quick and had him snagged by the collar before he could get too far. "Where's mommies kisses?" She spun him around and licked his face for a long moment with that sand paper abrasive cow tongue before he could resist, crying out in disgust and absolutely afraid she'd fellate him with that rough monster.

She also rubbed and cuddled in his soft fur, bobbing those covered titties into his body like a pair of mammoth water balloons. He almost melted as their hotness sank into his skin, closing his eyes to enjoy it.

Mary finished her licking of his face, his fur and hair pointed in awkward directions like he'd gone crazy with hair gel. Relylan tried to smooth it down in vain while she yanked him up and carried him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He felt a breeze on his wet face and smelled her stinky silage saliva as she took him back into the nursery area. Then she laid him down on a padded table and had his stomach then hands in restraint before he could fight back.

All he could do was kick at her with his legs, and even that was taken from his will shortly as she forcefully put his foot paws into a spreader bar to make sure his legs were wide open for what she had planned. "Now no more fighting or I'll do something really naughty to you."

He farted at her in protest, thinking it might distract her, but the cow went on her business with a snicker and a shake of her loud low bell about that muscular Holstein neck.

It was as hard to forget how large she was as it was to remember that the milk maid's control was absolute. While certainly weaker than a bull counterpart, she had enough strength to control him without any real effort.

If she was this potent, he really stood no chance and he knew it. Not being able to talk was the least of his worries as she stood above him, hands on her hips with breasts leaking milk into her apron like she had spilled something there.

Mary smiled as her eyes lit with inspiration and she took a long sliver of glass from a pencil holder and shook it. "I know. We'll take your temperature."

He found himself staring at her with his head askew in curiosity. What did she mean? As he opened his mouth in obedience, she shook her finger at him. "Tut-Tut, sweety. This one isn't for that."

To his questioning stare, she lifted up his butt by raising the spreader bar into the air before pushing the blunted cold tip of the thermometer at his butthole. It sank into his rear easily, making him blush as it reminded him once more that he had no control over this situation.

He coiled his tail to hide his anus, but it was too late as she already had it a few inches deep. Then it did no good as she simply yanked his tail down and pulled it out a few moments later. "Well. Your warm enough to warrant a mint enema, baby."

The mention of ANYTHING going up his ass was disagreeable, but there was no choice really. She wasn't asking for his opinion, She did whatever the hell she wanted. Rather it was more like a warning of what would happen next.

To his lack of movement on the subject, she scratched her chin and sighed. "No, I suppose not." Instead she scrunched up her apron into a thong, giant tits bouncing out with a floss of fabric between. Her giant pink udders were strangely like a woman's but much larger with thin rivets of milk flowing down them to her belly like warm feminine honey.

Each of her pink-skinned twins was easily three times larger than her head as she smiled kindly and bounced them a few times for his entertainment. "I bet baby's hungry!" She announced with a giggle, that thick spotty paintbrush tail wagging side to side like a rustic wind chime.

He'd been staring at them with his eyes as wide as his mouth. Relylan loved good sized breasts--at least, as long as they didn't swallow a truck or nothing.

She came up to him with one of the toasty pink pair shoved at his lips, the nipple almost to hot to touch as he squeaked and fussed. He wanted to play with those cow bags, not drink out of them!

The cow relented with a growl of frustration. "Baby has to eat. If you won't drink like you're supposed to, then I'll feed your ass. Puppy will get most of the nutrients and fluid anyway."

The cow pushed a button on the changing table, and Reylan felt as it rotated him around and had his supple rear presented like it might for a spanking or something.

She slapped and fondled his succulent gray puppy ass affectionitively. He could feel her hulking chubby mass bending over, breathing hotly on his shy anus with patient adoration.

Reylan squirmed and chirped in crazed denial as her wet tongue flopped out of her mouth. For a few seconds he felt her cold wet slimy nose in his crack, but it as soon replaced by the sandpaper tongue.

Well - this certainly answered his question about a blow job! He cringed and whined in discomfort as her harsh abrasive cow tongue practically stripped the skin from his ass like paint thinner. By the time she was done and his butthole had been sufficiently lubed, he was crying for his mommy--and he didn't mean HER!

Mary fondled his fuzzy ass with her hooved paw, making him whimper like a bitch. "Now to fill up your hungry butt." She purred delicately. He heard her large body move about restlessly, bell ringing to her contortions.

Something thick like a large finger or cock poked at his rear gate and popped easily into his anus like a nub of a spear, making a grunt as she pushed it all the way in. His obedient rump gripped it firmly like it was a mouth sucking a lollipop.

Reylan chirped nervously in response to her giggling. "Down the breasts, up sweet bums, look out puppy - here it comes!" She snickered in a promiscuous way as she pressed hard on the sides of her breasts using both hands.

The puppy's eyes lit up as he uttered a scream, his little body wiggling for a pointless escape as the cow nurse blasted his ass with a massive load of scathing hot milk like from a super soaker. It was almost too hot for him; her body clearly several degrees warmer than his own.

His little body couldn't handle all of that fluid shoved in his ass; belly bloated like a small pumpkin from her massive milk enema. He practically looked pregnant as his insides gurgled with the nasty sensation of gas building up inside.

Before he knew what was going on, her cock nipple was withdrawn and quickly replaced by a medium anal plug. Reylan didn't even mind it so much until she slowly pumped air into it and made the butt plug four times wider.

The big thing up his ass made him chirp and wiggle uneasily as she patted his chubby butt again, leaving the room for a moment. A faint sound of dresser drawers and ruffling clothes followed until she came back holding an odd chrome-painted ring with black polyester straps hanging off it.

"I hope you're ready for a feeding - momma cow has some nice colostrum she doesn't want to waste, and it'll do ya fine, love." She had his small head in her oversized hands before he could do much more than blink. She smiled sweetly, stuffing the ring gag in his mouth before securing it to his head. "Mommy doesn't want nips on her nips, puppy." She remarked, bouncing her lightly larger full breast for emphasis.

He could do little else but stare at her monolithic titty and whimper as he felt drool course uncontrollably out of his locked open mouth and down his fuzzy gray chin.

Already, he felt a queasy pressure sinking through his bowels like a dull hook crawling about his intestines, belly bloated with a building cloud of nasty gas within.

She did her best to be gentle as she slid her hard cock-like nipple in his mouth, but he still found himself gagging on it anyway. When Mary prompted him to suckle on her like a calf, he was obligated to refuse. But he was no fool; Reylan well remembered that if she chose to, she could squeeze on her breasts and squirt like a fire hose regardless.

Unwilling but obedient, he proceeded to feed from her juicy breast as she caressed his head and scratched behind his ears. Surprisingly, she didn't taste so bad. Her milk was warm and sweet like microwaved leavings from a bowl of cereal. At a few moments, he struggled to swallow it all and had some of the white fluid dripping sloppily down his face like he'd dunked his head in a basin of it.

The puppy had been sucking her off for ten minutes or so when he felt gas building up in his body. He whined as all the milk gurgled, turning into a vapor from digestion. It was soon difficult to hold it back and he burped, which came out somewhat like a squeaky fart and vibrated down her plugging nipple like a tremor.

His body was so full by several gallons of her milk, he was practically swimming in it and Reylan certainly felt hotter because of all that warm nectar forced into his tiny body. When this was over he'd probably never want milk of any kind for the rest of his life.

She soon pulled away her toasty flesh from his drooling, dripping mouth while he looked pathetically up at her. "Oh, that's right - we forgot my pretty calf's diaper didn't we?" Mary whispered, enjoying the sight of his eyes widening in shy fear and his ears lowering flat to his skull while he blushed and wet on the changing table.

It seemed the cow had anticipated that since there was a wadded towel soaking up all the drips from his sheath. The cow sung a few cheerful nursery rhymes to herself as she pushed the button on the table again to return him to the normal position on his back.

He felt as she adjusted the leg brace to hold his but in the air for the first changing. As Mary took a giant crinkly wad of plastic out of the lower cabinet, he blushed and whined badly through his ring gag.

When the diaper was unfolded and slid under his ass. Reylan mewled shyly when the barest edge of his buttocks grazed the fluffy padding inside; the whole thing soft like a cloud and ready to take whatever abuse his full rear could discharge.

Unused to such large things in his butt, he could feel his heartbeat through a loose anus and the squishy gurgling passages of his full bowels. Reylan howled through the ring gag when the cow milf dropped his ass in the diaper before dumping a ton of talcum powder over his crotch. She quickly secured the tapes and once more pushed the button on the changing table.

He shook, nervous of what she was going to do next. There was no hint, so everything that happened was a nasty surprise by the bovine caretaker. Once his padded butt reached her again, she took out a roll of duct tape and took care to seal all openings in his diaper tailhole before considering herself satisfied.

In the next instant she reached in his diaper through the back and deflated the plug before pulling it out and making him screech; a flood of milk and liquified shit flooding his diaper like a bathtub faucet at full blast.

Reylan cried into her hot presented bosom as bouts of drainage and lactose flatulance erupted from his rear in violent bursts until his whole diaper felt like all mushy and soaked like a swamp.

She unhooked him from the changing station and stroked her chin thoughtfully. "I don't have any diaper covers for you to wear and your soggy mess will definetely need one." Then Mary's eyes brightened as she came by a nifty solution.

She smiled sweetly and giggled as he fell on his messy butt with a whine. "You can use mummies' panties!" The cow snickered, leaving the nursery and coming back in with a handful of smelly undies.

With his sensitive nose, he could easily tell they had been lying in the hamper for a few days and the cow didn't use feminine pads. Meaning they smelled strongly of her pussy and anus even if she was too old to ovulate.

"Don't be shy puppy. I need to put five or six pairs on your diaper to keep leaks off your crib." Mary offered with the same cheery maternal smile, holding the first pair of dirty cow panties open for him to step into.

He could only blush, her feminine smell and those big sexy breasts keeping him horny like a bull as he stood there and stared. Reylan would have enjoyed this whole situation more if it involved sex and not so much into the diapers with forced milk feeding. The canid could only shudder at the thought of a digested diarrhea mess hitting his colon at any minute now.

By now, most of her enema had dribbled lazily into the snug confines of his waiting nappy while she waited patiently for him to accept the next part of this humiliation. "I don't wanna." He growled through the fellatio gag, sticking out his tongue.

Mary snorted and stood firm. "If you don't wear your panties, mommy will punish you!" She warned with a cruel grin.

Reylan blushed and squirmed in his spreading warm effluence when she said that, the words reminding him of how helpless he was. With a shy nod, he did as she wanted and stepped into the first pair. In short order with his obedience, she had all the panties snug around his diaper before leaving the room and coming back shortly.

When she returned, the cow was holding an odd object. It was part a babies' onesie and part an asylum straitjacket with permanent paw mittens built into it. Reylan's eyes widened in fear at the sight of it. Cooperation was one thing, but he had no wish to wear that thing dispite what she may threaten him with.

Then she sweetened the deal in the worst way possible, chuckling at his expense in her demented way. "If you don't wear it, mommy will give you an enema of her own manure." She threatened, holding it out for him like a long-sleeved shirt.

Unable to envision how bad that would be, he complied and allowed her to pull it over his head. Then Mary cinched up the fabric of the crotch before buckling the bottom up with leather straps. After that, she picked him up and put him in the crib on top of a bunch of plushies before locking the top in place and leaving no chance to escape.

He mewled up pathetically at her through the bars, stuffed animals under him like pillows as she smiled casually back. "Is puppy hungry again?" It was at that moment he learned why there was no metal in this room or on his clothes (the buckles on the jacket were plastic) when she flipped a switch and a loud electric hum came on and his mouth was stuck to a magnetized opening large enough to fit the ring gag.

Once the cow had his head captive. She stuck a thick teat in his helpless open maw once more to suckle her calf with fresh creamy goodness from a quickly recovering breast. Apparently her body was so used to producing milk, it would keep doing it regardless of her bearing a true calf or not.

Not wanting to anger her, he took his fill of her warm sweet nectar once more until he was full and could no longer drink. Only when she was satisfied that he'd had his fill did she release his head and leave the room.

At the sight of her chubby naked ass coved in mottled black spots, Reylan popped another erection and realized that he might be horny for a long time with no chance of relief while in her care.

When the lights were turned out for the night, he was determined to make this whole thing work and enjoy it for fear of going mad. Firstly, his eyes were heavy so he was resigned to getting a good night of sleep to be better prepared for what the kinky bovine had planned for him next.