Be Milked

As the recurring trend is, you hold your tongue. You feel the top of the stockade snap shut and hear the slide of the metal as he locks it. Unable to move your head or arms that much, you are practically immobile. The worker attaches the two pumps to your breast simultaneously before moving over to the ginger next to you.

Oh. My. God.

It feels SO good! The pressure built up in your brea… udders is finally being relieved! It’s like vastly overfilling a water ballon, and popping it with a needle so that the water shoots out in a quick stream. The rhythmic pulse of the vacuum suction on your nip… teats puts your mind into a haze. You feel your loins stir as your vagina starts to warm up and get damp. The suction continues to pull out milk long after you would have expected yourself to run dry.

Just then, the worker running the machine gives a quick flick of his wrist as a hand signal to someone behind you. You hear the gate open, and a few seconds later close. The worker on the machines begins talking to the mystery man behind you.

“I love breeding time. Especially on these heifers. Now, we all know most of ‘em are knocked up already. But this one here…” He jabs his head in your direction “… Just got here a day or two ago. Can’t wait see her pretty little face on that body with a big, inflated stomach. I love this job. I really like the new cow.”

“Says here her name is Jolie Vache” The other man replies. “Is that French or something? I took German in high school.”

The man monitoring the machine shrugs. “Go ahead and let those bulls loose!”

Oh great. Here comes the part where you become impregnated. I mean, it would be nice to learn even more about the inner works of the company. Can you put up with the bulls? Or, you could just come clean now. It’s all fun and games until you’re lugging a 10 pound weight around in your uterus.