Cows Can't Milk Themselves!!!
Whew!!! Sorry this took so long, but theres finally a sequel!!! And more to come in the future!!!
Richard looked down at his phone in confusion, unable to process what Noah just sent him. After texting for an explanation, he found no reply from his coworker and longtime friend.
“I swear, if this is just some joke to throw off my sets, I’ll kick the crap out of him…”
Leaning back on his bench, Richard lifted the barbell from its stand, finishing out his reps for the evening. Taking the weights off, he thought back again on the strange text Noah sent him. He knew his friend was going through some stuff, but was it really enough to warrant a mental breakdown? He was feeling down about his figure, sure, but if he had kept up with the work outs, Noah wouldn’t have needed to worry about it. To be fair, though, the gym never really suited him.
Throwing a towel around his neck, Richard packed up his gym bag before headed for the door. He was almost out too, when Stephanie stopped him, the brunette instructor toying with her ponytail.
“Hey Rich, leaving already?”
“Yeah. My friend Noah has some issues going on and needs a hand.”
“Bad enough that you can’t even change first?”
“It’s… hard to tell to be honest. He sent a weird text and I’m headed over to check it out.”
“Well, you tell the cutie to stop on by some time. I love watching newbies getting their shit together.”
Snapping her gum, Stephanie waved him off before going back to her duties, her sports bra and tights concealing none of the finely sculpted figure she worked for. Taking a quick moment to admire the view, Richard was soon out the door before he tossed his bag into his jeep. A few minutes later and Richard would be able to see what all the fuss was about.
Noah hummed as she posed in the bathroom mirror, a pouting look on her face as she tried to fix what she could about her appearance. As sexy as it would be, she doubted just surprising Richie with her big bouncy titties would help prove she was a good cow. Raiding her closet, she found some sweat pants that clung to her thighs and ass like a second skin. Running a hand over the smooth black fabric, Noah let out a cooing moo.
“Mmmooooo… Big Richie won’t be able to keep his hands off these hips…”
That’s when she paused, a momentary gaze of worry crossing her face. If he was busy grabbing her hips, what about her lovely udders?! What if they were completely forgotten because her booty was so luscious and grab-able?! Rushing back to her closet, she threw off her t-shirt on the way there before tearing through all the articles of clothing, low whine rising in her throat as she tossed shirt after shirt away. Why was everything in here so boring?! She needed to go shopping as soon as possible, but Richie was on his way!
“Oh no!!! Noah is gonna be a bad cow if her udders look bad!!!”
Gasping loudly, she quickly turned around to face the red and black basketball jersey pinned to the wall. She had a vague memory of it being kind of special and important. That makes it perfect for the occasion! Tugging it down, Noah rushed back to the bathroom, holding it up to her figure before tugging it over her form. It was a bit big on her, but thankfully, her excessive udders filled it out nicely. Giggling a bit, Noah gave a few quick poses in the jersey, her nipples rubbing constantly against the fabric. Mooing softly, she pinned the jersey against her body, showing off a lewd amount of cleavage in the process.
“Moo Moo Moooooo!! Richie can’t resist Noah’s sexy boobies in this… His hands will be all over this cow cutie!!”
She bit her lip, leaning over the sink as her hands hooked the bottom of the jersey, tugging it up until her udders were hanging out, her nipples already dripping sweet nectar. Panting softly, Noah whined as she began to caress her right nipple, fingers dancing over it as her left kept her aloft, more and more milk dripping as she toyed away.
“J-just a little milking? It wouldn’t hurt, right? Richie would understand… H-he’s always so helpful… S-so strong… N-NO!!”
Tugging her hand away from her breast, Noah bit back a sob before tugging her shirt down, pouting slightly as she stood up straight.
“Good cows have to wait… Good cows can’t milk themselves…”
Fixing her hair, she quickly strolled out of the bathroom, her eyes lighting up when there was a knock on the door. Rushing over, she peeked through the peephole, nearly squealing when she saw Richard’s worried face on the other side. Quickly calming herself, she dialed back the smile on her face before opening the door, striking a slight pose for Richard.
“Hiya…”
Raising an eyebrow, the confused friend looked the strange woman up and down, her extra features catching him even further off guard than he was already. Noah never mentioned a girlfriend… Especially one with a rack that could smother a linebacker.
“Umm… Hi? Is Noah home?”
“Hehe, yup… Wanna come in?”
As the strange woman moved aside, Richard barely took his eyes off of her as he stepped into the apartment. Noah said he needed a favor, but he had no clue what it could be. Hearing the door close behind him, He watched as the woman strode over to the kitchenette, humming a slight tune as she pulled a pair of glasses down from a nearby cabinet, setting them on the counter.
“Want something to drink? Only really have water or milk…”
“Umm… Nah, I’m good. Do you know where Noah is?”
“Mmm Hmmm!!!” She hummed delightfully as she leaned against the counter, Richard raising an eyebrow when he saw her tail swishing behind her.
“Are… Are you going to tell me?”
“Silly, why do I have to do a thing like that?”
“Because… I want to know where Noah is.”
“Then open your eyes, cutie. You’re looking at her.”
“What are you…” Richard paused, her words washing over him as he really looked at her face. There was something there, something almost familiar. “… Noah?”
She giggled a bit, Noah clapping her hands together before giving a twirl. “You like?! I picked it out just for you!”
“W-what happened to you?!”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Y-you… YOU’RE A FUCKING COW!”
“Ooooooh… That, yeah... I took some medicine.”
“What?!”
Noah sauntered over to the bathroom before coming back with the bottle of Bovae, holding it out for Richie. “This!!!”
Looking it over, Richard glanced back and forth from the bottle to Noah, shock lining his face.
“What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Ummmm… I think… I was trying to…” Noah pouted a bit as she put a finger to her lips, the digit pushing a bit further the more she thought, or at the very least tried to. Before long, she was sucking on her finger, all the way at the knuckle, Richie pulling her hand from her mouth, the bovine letting out a pitiful sound. “Moooo… what was that fooooor?”
“Focus! Why did you take the medicine?”
“I don’t know, okay!! Grumpy pants…” She pouted as she crossed her arms, looking over at him with sad eyes soon after. “I was trying to do somethin’. I just don’t ‘member what…”
Richard sighed in defeat, bringing a head to his face. This had to be what he… she was talking about. Something obviously went horribly wrong.
“Okay, look… We’ll just go see your doctor and see what he has to say about… this.”
“Oh! I’m already doing that. I’m gonna go see him tomorrow!”
“Noah, we have to go see him now! This is an emergency.”
“But… But we can’t…”
“And why not?!” Richie’s voice echoing through the small apartment. Noah whimpered a bit as Richie began to yell, cowering back a bit.
“H-he’s not in… A-are you angry? I didn’t want you to be angry…”
Richard pursed his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose as he fought to calm himself.
“I’m… I’m not angry, Noah. I’m just struggling to understand what happened. Look, just give me the name of your doctor. I’ll look up his number and I see what I can do.”
Noah sniffled a bit, giving a slight smile as she sat down in front of him. “His name is Dr. Franz Abelard.”
“Alright, how do you spell his name…”
“Doctor F-R-A-N-Z A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-Mmmmmmooooooooooooo” Noah’s grin was blinding as her ears flickered in delight. Richard, however, was unamused by her little mishap. Still, he managed to track down the proper number, his reward being a short chat with a secretary, letting him know Dr. Abelard was away on business, but will return his call as soon as possible. Hanging up, he sighed in defeat, Noah shuffling in her seat.
“What did they say?”
“They… Said he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.”
“See! Noah didn’t lie. Noah is a good cow!”
Richard shook his head, looking at her. “What does that even mean? Good cow?”
Noah nodded a bit, wiggling in her seat. “If Noah is a good cow, she gets treats!!!”
“Treats like what?”
She nibbled her bottom lip a bit as she continued. “Good cows get milkies!!!”
Glancing down at her chest, Richard couldn’t help but noticed the slight damp stains appearing on her jersey, her thick nipples protruding through the fabric. Shaking his head, he held up his hands in defense.
“Yeah, no… That’s not happening…”
Noah pouted as she looked up at him. “B-but… Noah is a good cow…”
“I said no!” He bit back a bit, not wanting to send her into a crying fit. Sighing, Richard sat down next to her. “Look… Maybe we can relax a bit? Take it easy… I’ll crash on the couch, pop in a movie and I’ll keep you company. Then we can go to the doctor tomorrow and get you checked out, okay?”
Noah pouted a bit, but ended up smiling and nodding at the idea of a movie. In moments, Noah was rushing around, getting a big bowl of popcorn ready as she tied her hair back into a ponytail. Things may not have been going as planned yet, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Picking the bowl up, she slowly strolled into the living room, hips swaying back and forth as she set the large bowl on the table. Giving Richard a big smile, she made her way to the couch, giving her jiggling booty a wiggle before planting it next to him. Leaning toward him, Noah giggled as she felt him tense up against her, the bovine winking at him.
“Relax, silly… I’m just getting all comfy…”
Richard shook his head as he forced himself to ignore the warmth pressed against him. He struggled to keep his focus on the television, despite having what amounted to his friend trapped in the body of a sexy, cow doll. Groaning inwardly, he tried to shift a bit to put some room between them but only succeeded in Noah slipping under his arm to cuddle her chest against him. Sighing in frustration, he resigned to his fate, allowing Noah to nuzzle against him. At this point, he was regretting not changing back into his day clothes, his workout garb consisting of a lightweight pair of shorts and a t-shirt that didn’t provide near enough coverage or barrier for his liking.
Glancing down, Richard noticed Noah absentmindedly running her fingers over his right knee as she watched the documentary on television.
“You behave yourself…”
“Hmm?”
Noah looked up at him, pouting slightly in response.
“Am I doing something wrong, Richie?”
“I… J-just watch t.v…”
She smiled and went right back to work, her fingers dancing along his leg as she watched on. Richie could never resist a tease, and she knew it. It was all a matter of baiting him in… Sighing softly, she shifted against him, her hand briefly brushing along the inside of his leg as she brought both of her onto the couch. Keeping her face toward the show, she nibbled her lip a bit, struggling to keep calm as she slowly let her hand drift further up his leg.
This was a damn nightmare, Richard thought as he watched her hand shifting along his leg. It was everything he could do to keep himself soft at this point, but it seemed the world was against him. Her warm touches, the body pressed against him, the sweet scent drifting off of her form… Richard was fighting a losing battle as he felt his manhood starting to twitch. Clenching his eyes, he struggled to focus on anything at all to ruin it, his breath hitching as he tried to fight. Suddenly, however, his eyes shot open as he looked down at Noah, a smirk on her lips as she looked up at him. He had no clue when, but her hand was now completely up the leg of his shorts, her hand wrapped around his stiff rod. Barely touching him, she gave a slight stroke as she began to speak.
“Uh oh… Looks like Richie needs milking too…”
He had to stop this, Richard knew better then what was about to happen, but watching her as she shifted onto the floor, her face looking up at him as she began to stroke his swollen shaft. His willpower faltered under the display. Gasping softly, his breathing hitched as she made long slow strokes, her thumb teasing the head of his cock while her warm breath washed over him. His breath caught altogether when her tongue brushed over the head of his cock, Noah starting to suck as she stroked faster and faster, spreading her spit over him.
Leaning his head back, Richard let out a low groan as his cock was worshiped by Noah. This was the weirdest weekend of his life, but he couldn’t refuse the fact that Noah knew how to suck a cock. Putting his hand on her head, he pushed her further down, her hand falling away as she took his whole shaft into her mouth, head bouncing as she began to really work him over. It was an effort to keep his hips still as she bobbed faster and faster, looking up at him the whole time. Gritting his teeth, Richard tried to fight off what was coming, only to have his world toppled as Noah pulled off him with a loud pop. Looking at her wide eyed, Noah wiped off her mouth and turned around, crossing her arms.
“If Noah doesn’t get milkies, then Richie isn’t either.”
Richard was utterly beside himself, his slack jawed expression unwavering as she looked back at him. Turning around, she pushed her arms under her breast, giving her bosom a slight bounce before tugging her jersey up and over her head. Milk dripped from her swollen nipples, each one swollen to a perverted size as she looked up at him with a frustrated pout.
“Noah’s boobies are gonna be sore if she doesn’t get milkies… If Richie wants milked, Noah gets milked first!”
Richard didn’t know what to think, his mind a cock addled rage at this point. There he was, getting the blowjob of a lifetime when this fucking cow decided that she was going to get milked or nothing?! A growl rose in his throat as he ruffled his hair in anger.
“Agh, fine!”
Noah nearly squealed in delight as she hopped up, running off toward the kitchen. Coming back, she carried a large blue bucket, carefully setting it up on the couch. Lifting the jersey up over her head, she tossed it on a nearby chair before leaning over the couch, bending at the hip as she rested her hands on the back of the seat. Wiggling her jiggling udders over the bucket, she giggled in delight like the good cow she was.
Biting his lip, Richard watched the wanton display with a mix of disgust and horrified arousal. Lightly stroking his cock, he reached a hand up, firmly squeezing her left breast, a small squirt of milk spraying into the bucket. In that moment, Richard thought Noah would pass out from pleasure. She cried out as her breast finally felt some kind of relief, her shoulders dipping as her ass perked up.
“MOO MOOOOOOO!”
Licking his lip, Richard stood up before moving behind Noah, his cock laying in the pillow like expanse of her ass. Leaning over her, a pair of rough hands wrapped around her breast, squeezing as they slid down toward her nipples. Noah’s knees nearly buckled as milk sprayed over and over, Richard panting as he hot dogged her cheeks. He was forced to pause, however, when she suddenly pushed back against him, looking back with an urgent moo.
Nodding his head, he brought a hand down on her ass with a firm smack before yanking down her sweat pants, revealing her dripping gash. Lining his cock with her, her warm folds practically swallowed him as she drove forward, her walls spasming with yet another orgasm. Squeezing her breast, Richard began to pound away at his best friend, disgust melting away to primal, unending lust. Time blurred as they stood there, Richard pouring with sweat as he hammered away, the bovine below him mooing in utter satisfaction as she felt climaxed over and over again in a tide of pleasure.
All things must end, however, as Richard’s hands shifted to her hips, his own slapping away at her. With a final grunt, his vision turned white as he began to unload into her hole, Noah’s toes curled as she was properly filled. When he was finished, his legs buckled as he fell back onto the floor, Noah barely standing over a full bucket of milk. Shifting down next to him, she kissed his cheek, panting slight as she spoke.
“Is… Noah?”
He looked over at her before patting her head, mumbling, “good cow…” before passing out under her. Grinning big, Noah slowly sat up, her hand stroking his cock slight as she purred.
“Noah is bestest cow…”
Scooping him up, she carried him to her bedroom before taking care of her milk. As she went to move the bucket, however, she paused. Looking down at a brown leather wallet, she couldn’t help but smirk. Richie would make a great bull…