A New Life II

As usual, it started with gentle humming and subdued vibrations, making Joelle's tail wag lazily. Growine had switched to suction and vibration only after the automated jerking machines they had initially used had caused irritations and set all their milkers up to ease the user into the process, let them get used to the sensations - not that Joelle wasn't already unbearably horny, her gargantuan shafts straining and drooling inside the generously lubed milker tubes as her stiff nipples trickled milk into the cups attached to them. Squirming, the fox morph wished the milkers would kick into high gear already; her enormous, white-furred scrotum was taut over her swollen nuts, sloshing with seed, and the short trip to Production had been enough to make her eightuplet of breasts full and sore again.

"Mmmooo~! Oh my--oh my gosh, m-moooo!" Nancy's whole body went slack on her lounger, magazine tumbling to the floor, her breasts and udder wobbling as the milkers kicked it up a notch, hot cream gushing from her twelve teats. Head lolling to the side, Nancy stared at Joelle with barely focused eyes, the lustful expression on the cow morph's bovine face making her friend's triple shafts tingle and throb. "T-too m-m-moooo~..."

"Breathe, Nancy, just breathe!" Joelle caressed the black and white fur on Nancy's arm gently - the cow morph had a tendency for shallow breathing once the milkers were in full swing, sometimes even losing consciousness when Nancy didn't get her breathing under control. "You can do i--iiigh!"

Now it was Joelle's milkers that began to ramp up suction. The fox morph was reduced to a blubbering, moaning mess, tongue lolling from her muzzle as she felt her cocks swell in the low pressure of the milker tubes, thick globs of pre spurting from their blunt tips. Joelle's chest heaved, nipples lengthening and swelling as the industrial breast pumps sucked powerfully, tiny trickles becoming thin arcs and then creamy streams as the fox morph's areolas bulged into the milker's cups.

"Nnyeeesh~!" Head lolling back against the cushioned headrest, claws digging into the tough leather on the chair's arms, Joelle focused on her breathing - but even so, her breaths hitched in her throat whenever her cocks lurched with another powerful spurt of pre or the milky flow from one of her eight boobs increased for a short time. "Nhaaahnn~..."

Joelle's body quivered and shook, partly with lust and partly due to the relentless vibrations of the milking equipment attached to her. But at least it wasn't as bad as it had been when the fox morph had started out. Back then, the mere sensation of stuffing her most sensitive parts into the confines of the milkers had made her knees buckle and her mind blank. Not that it didn't still feel supremely erotic, making Joelle's job the best in the world as far as she was concerned, but she was at least able to think now, to focus on something other than the bliss filling her. Even if it took a lot of mental strength - and most of the time, Joelle just let the pleasure wash over her, not even trying to resist. After all, that was the whole point, right? Cum as often as she was able to, provide massive amounts of jizz and milk for her employer and have fun while doing it. Oh, and get paid for it, too.

"Nh--ah! Oh god, oh god, oh--GAAWWD!" It wasn't surprising then, that merely 15 minutes into her shift, Joelle bucked and thrashed on her chair, nuts contracting almost painfully as they jumped and jostled, thick, salty spunk exploding from straining cocks into the fox morph's heavy duty milker - it had been expanded twice since Joelle had started out in Production as her balls increased their supply to meet the rise in demand. "Nnh--ff--fuck!"

Bucking her hips so hard her plush behind rose from the chair, fluffy tail swishing through the air, Joelle rode out her climax, thrusting into the milker tubes as hard as she could - of course, considering the weight of her assets, that wasn't much, but the fox morph couldn't help it, not with her heat on the rise since the morning. Even when the heavy flow of semen slowed and finally petered out, Joelle kept pumping her hips into the generously lubed up tubes, finally collapsing into the chair when the strength left her.

Sensors registered the end of the fox morph's climax and powered the milker down to a much more gentle setting, giving Joelle time to recover. But even the subdued rumbling of the milker was enough to keep her bestial cocks from going soft, Joelle's knots pulsing against the plastic - and the cups attached to her breasts didn't slow down in the slightest, of course. Joelle's areolas had by now been sucked inside the cups completely, nipples swollen larger by almost half their size again, milk gushing freely into the greedy milker that did a marvelous job keeping up with Joelle's flow; as usual, by this point, the suction was merely supremely stimulating and no longer necessary to get the fox morph's milk to squirt from her breasts.

All of these sensations conspired to have Joelle fully hard again merely 10 minutes later, the first dollops of pre of her second orgasm beginning to form on her blunt tips as the sensors picked up on her rising lust and slowly increased the setting of the milker again. Nuts churning and gurgling, the fox morph settled back in her chair, and tried to draw deep, controlled breaths. Usually, Joelle let the milkers do their thing for her second climax, holding still until she came harder than during her first orgasm, but today, with her heat growing stronger inexorably, all of her shafts bounced and lurched uncontrollably pressing against the warmed up sides of the milking tubes which transmitted the vibrations much better and sent them right through Joelle's cocks and her spine into the pleasure center of the fox morph's brain.

"Mmmfghh!" Legs twitching, hips thrusting, Joelle was surprised by Nancy's three-fingered hand grabbing hers, squeezing reassuringly. However far gone the cow morph was with her twelve teats being drained relentlessly, holding the hand of her heat-addled friend while Joelle was at the mercy of the milkers was the least Nancy could do. "Gh-gh-god~..."

"All g-mmmoooo~! L-let it fl--mooOOO~!" With a bellowing moo, Nancy finally reached her own climax, the first of many of the day, pussy juices gushing all over her lounger and udder as her teats sprayed milk into the milker cups, almost overwhelming them, thick cream oozing from the seals and down the furry curves of the cow morph.

Joelle's breasts, on the other hand, were around halfway empty after half an hour of milking - as usual. Most days, the fox morph had them milked once in the morning and once in the evening; the speed she filled up with was about average, only the fact that she was lugging around eight gelatinous breasts putting her in the upper percentiles of the workers here. Nancy, with her two even bigger breasts and the udder bulging between her legs, produced far more than the fox morph, but Joelle didn't mind. On the one hand, she wasn't competitive enough to care, and on the other, her main contribution to Growine's product was the thick, potent loads building inside her huge, furry balls anyways.

Not that she didn't find herself envying the mountainous swells of Nancy's gigantic, four-nippled breasts sometimes - as big as they were, their total mass was still lower than that of Joelle's eightfold bust. Provided they were emptied of their creamy contents, of course. And then there was Nancy's udder that reached halfway to her knees even if it was empty... Nancy was so lucky that she'd also been granted bovine strength to actually carry her massive assets around unassisted, even when they were filled to bursting. And yet, the cow morph never even came close to crushing her friend's hand when they supported each other as they did now, five dark brown fingers entwined with three black-and-white ones.

"Oouunh~..." In fact, it was probably Joelle that squeezed the hardest as she felt her arousal mount once more, head pressing back against the chair and cocks pressing against the sides of their tubes. "N-Nancyyy~..."

The machine lowered the pressure inside the tubes, making every vein on Joelle's shafts stand out starkly, pulsing with her racing heartbeat. The AI-controlled system, tailor-made to fit the fox morph's sensitivity, weak spots and preferences, was trying to speed up Joelle's second climax to avoid overtaxing her, the slowly intensifying heat wreaking havoc on her libido. Everything was more intense, more sensual, more sensitive, threatening to overwhelm her mind, which would probably see her end up like Chris Doyle, one of the few mostly male workers in production - he'd had an allergic reaction to a male enhancement pill that left him with a cock twice the size of his body and a mind that was far too consumed by lust to allow for any kind of normal life, leaving him to be drained by the cock milker he was hard-wired into, in a private room all to himself - to give his family some privacy when they visited. He barely recognized them, Joelle had heard through gossip from the techs that initially he hadn't reacted to them at all, so there was progress - and hope.

Not so much for Joelle - resisting the lust rising in her, the mounting pleasure that made her balls churn noisily was entirely hopeless, muzzle hanging slack as she jerked her hips trying to fuck the tubes, feeling their slippery sides press against her. The first climax had taken much of her strength, though, and Joelle thus mainly twitched on her chair and squeezed Nancy's hand while the lazy dribbling of pre turned into a steady stream. Sensors picked this up, and the milker began to cycle through vibration patterns, trying to stimulate Joelle even more and send her over the edge and into the second orgasm in less than one hour.

"Nnghaagh!" And it was successful. With Joelle's heat providing an instinctual need to cum, to climax, to breed or be bred, it only took a few minutes until she exploded into the milker again, the slurping sounds or her swimmers being drained away almost louder than her unabashed screams of pleasure. "Yeeesh~!"

The second climax did away with Joelle's safe control, seeing her pant and mewl and writhe uncontrollably - it had been high time to make her blow her load. Just five minutes more...

"Whew! Haven't seen you cum so fast in a while." Emberly had stepped over to Joelle with a nutrient shake in one hand and soothing cream in the other, holding the former to the fox morph's muzzle as she placed the latter on Joelle's lap. "Is your heat that bad this month?"

Nodding weakly, Joelle took a deep sip of the strawberry flavored shake. The suction cups were disengaging automatically, dribbling milk on the fox morph's chest, nipples swollen and sore. Usually, it took her almost two hours to reach the second climax, and about half an hour for the first, while her breasts were empty after about one - normally. Joelle then waited until evening to have them fill up for another milking while she let the machine do its thing on her cocks. But no matter how fast she came, the fox morph had to take mandated breaks every two orgasms to allow her body and mind to recover. Looking over the swell of Nancy's slowly deflating udder, Joelle threw a glance towards Kristen - the bull morph was using one hand to stroke her massive bovine dick that looked so out of place on her toned body, mouth latched onto one of her equally oversized tits to drink her own milk. If only Joelle had the Finn's stamina; Kristen seemed to be able to go on forever, her huge, brown balls providing an endless supply of jizz as long as she got enough fluids to hydrate with. As the fox morph watched, Kristen had reached full hardness again and rammed her throbbing shaft back into the fake mare, pounding away with a savage grin.

"Damn, I hope she's free tonight..." Emberly's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible over the lustful screams and moans and the drone of equipment, but Joelle's foxy ears were sharp, and she was thus glad to have fur on her face that hid the fierce blush blooming there. "Uh... Alright, everything shut off for now. Let me know once you can go again, alright? Need help with the cream?"

"N-no, thanks. I'm fine." Rubbing the cream onto her sore, swollen nipples didn't require much strength, so no problems there. Hopefully,

"Got it. I'll check on Rachael, then. Hope she hasn't pulled off her cups again..."

As Emberly wandered off, Joelle leaned back and sighed, beginning to take care of her teats with the soothing cream. Speaking of teats and cream - Nancy was almost halfway done with her milking, the taut skin of her breasts and udder now softer and slightly saggy, leaving the huge orbs to sit lower on her body and allowing her legs to close more. The bovine woman had her large, kind eyes closed, writhing slightly on her recliner as the milking machine kept draining gallon after gallon of milk. Nancy was more resilient than Joelle when it came to the unavoidable pleasure involved in their work, letting the lust mount and ebb, cumming almost lazily again and again until she was finally empty - not that she was silent about it, of course, mooing and moaning uncontrollably. Somehow, it seemed... easier and more effective than Joelle's stop-and-go method of intense orgasms followed by extended breaks.

But Dr. Dyer's word was law when it came to medical matters, and Joelle wasn't about to defy the tentacle thing that had saved her mind when she had become what she was now. All things considered, the fox morph's life was so much happier now; she loved her curvy, fluffy body, she loved her job, and she loved Ryder.