Golden tits, the extraction pump is acting weird.

As she opened the door Nawimbe told you how this was one of the most modern Golden Tits farm in this district. You entered not the barn but a small airlock.

The smell here had some hints of methane and of dirty soiled underwear left to rot. You each took one simple gas mask on the rack near the door.

A quick check confirmed that it was here for the smell rather than toxic materials (it wouldn't offer much protection that way, the filters were filled with grounded spices rather than neutralizing chemicals.) Even just adding ground up charcoal to the filters would be an improvement over this.

Once the three of you geared up and the outside door closed you were able to see what this was all about.

Golden Tits were creatures vaguely humanoid. Totally bare skin without any hair, golden brown in color like someone mixed the color of the locals with bright yellow, their skin glistening with sweat which might explain most of the smell.

They might stand almost three meters tall but the twenty you saw in the room were all resting on their six fat limbs, shackled to the ground. All were female and as they had an extra pair of arms they also each had four tits, these udders had grown to the size of a very large beach balloon and were tipped with flexible piping that connected to a milking machine.

The creatures were fat, gigantic, each might weight nearly a ton with their huge distented bellies marbled with fat rolls.

Each had in its mouth a feeding tube coming from another device and in their ass hole a probe to collect gas and poop.

A look at some of this machines gave you a lot of respect for whoever designed the system. The farm was your standard dairy farm but it also collected the large volume of flatulences and dejections the creatures produced to process fuel from the methane. It explained the strange fuel the machines you repaired yesterday ran on.

Two farm workers, slaves as you notice they are wearing collars are busy fucking a pair of these passive creature with their large dicks. Even with their monstercocks they might feel little doing this.

Another man, older and collarless, with lots of piercing and scarification but as naked as everyone is waiting for you near the big hub of machinery in the center of the room.

"Those are the two, Nawimbe? Don't look like much, I hope they're as good as their mistress says." Said Mister Diallo as he points to the surrounding area. "There are tools here. The machine stops working for no reason nearly five times a day and takes twenty minutes to reboot, I can't lose that much production, fix it." The older man tugs absent-mindedly on one of his many piercings as he speaks, but if the pulled flesh causes him any pain he does not appear to react to it. "If you getting it working fast, I will pay your mistress and even a little bonus for you. If you fail I get another breeder and a pet."

With this he left the room without waiting for an answer. You couldn't blame him, if the machine stopped that often it would explain the build up of gas and the smell in the room. However it was hard to concentrate on the problem at hand as you think over his parting words. Did he plan to keep you and Diana here if you failed?" Another look at the slaves gave you a pretty clear idea of what he meant by 'breeder' and the thought of fucking these grotesque alien blobs for the rest of your life almost made you vomit into your mask.

If you were the breeder, that would make Diana the pet, you could well imagine what a old goat like Diallo would do with a pretty pet like Diana. Lieutenant Williams was getting a little carried away with her role of Mistress! You turned your attention back to the milking machine, hoping to get out of this black-hole as soon as possible.

The machine was more complex than the others you examined on this world, the mechanics were similar but this one had a computer that monitored and controlled the entire thing.

"Check the tools, I will look around." You instructed Diana as you connected your implant to the computer and tried to learn how their systems work. It was useful to have another trained engineer to work with, even if her naked body was as often as not a distraction as you tried to think.

Diana began to open the tool box, bending at the waist with legs slightly apart flashing you her ass and giving a glimpse of her swollen pussy between her perfect thighs.

"What can I do to help? " asked Nawimbe, another female distraction as you remembered the softness of her tits as you held her the night before.

"Once we find out what is wrong you could pass us the tools we need as we work, but it's hot in here and it will be awhile before we are ready, so what could help now would be if you could find us something to drink." you replied.

"I think we have enough to work with as long as we don't need complex spare parts." said Diana after a few minutes. She was standing so near that naked her boobs were just centimeters from your bent face as you finally got hold of the Verdanian OS. It took more than just a little effort to close your eyes and concentrate on the data your interface was starting to collect. The computer was developed from an antique Earth platform that you remember from a history of computer-science course you took while still at the Institute. Those old binary OS's were dropped after first contact allowed for much better computers, but for operating something as simple as a dairy farm the computer should be fine.

The numbers you saw on this were impressive, the farm produced enough fuel and power for the whole village (except for the military building and vehicle that had their own more modern powers sources.) Each Golden Tit produced about 100L of milk a day, although part of the excess was fed back to them as not to waste resources by overproduction.

Nawimbe returned with two frosty cool bottles of milk, the beverage was creamy and fresh, you downed most of it despite the slight tart taste and thanked her profusely.

The incident log had recorded each break down and reboot of the system. It looked like there was a problem with the methane probes.

"Nawimbe come with me, take those." you said giving her a bucket of tools. "Diana, keep an eye on this screens to see what happens. "

You walked between the creatures, careful not to touch their sweaty fatty mass. The origin of the problem was facing you and it was a large golden brown ass.

If the logs were correct the issues started here every time. This creature looked smaller than the other ones and from behind even slightly more human, the absence of males of this species on the farm and the workers fucking them made you think that they were impregnated by the slaves you can see working their way down the line. The genetics involved in this were well beyond your understanding, but it was undeniable that this Golden Tit cow took more from the human and less from the alien creatures, or maybe it was a bit younger and didn't have time to grow as obscenely fat yet.

You checked the number of the pipe in her ass and it matched what you read in the computer.

"Nawimbe, help me."

It was not too much for the two of you to pry apart her butt cheeks and remove the probe.

" Alex stop, it's crashing the system. " Diana screamed.

" Toggle the emergency circuit break on probe 13." you shouted.

Instantly the heavy noise of the falling machine ceased and turned back to the regular humming of the pumps sacking on many tits and asses .

You look at the probe that is surprisingly clean of what you expected to find but has dried white stains near the part that sticks out.

"Nawimbe go get Mister Diallo, but first get me more of this milk. " You told the **** girl, happy to have solved the mystery.

As you drank the fresh white liquid you noticed something strange, you were hard as a steel bar, which by now you were used to, but your dick was looking larger.

A hand slipped around it confirmed that, it had grown by about half of its size in length and girth. The head was now large and mushroom shaped and your balls were dangling lower and larger than before. You checked your mask to be sure that it wasn't an hallucination triggered by the mask. As you finished your glass of milk you heard the door open...

Milk!! Could the milk of those creatures be what did this to you? If children drink this creamy extract before they even walk it would explain why everyone is so well hung on this world. You just hope the effect are permanent as you are tired of being made fun off by kids in the streets flaunting that they are bigger than you.

"So is it repaired? " asked the owner in surprise.

"Look at this, Sir," You tell him politely as you show the dried cum stains on the end of the probe. "What you have isn't a technical failure but sabotage. Five times a day, someone removes the probe from this young golden-tit without using the circuit breaker so he can fuck it in the ass. The machine thinks the probe disconnected accidentaly and shuts down to stop a fuel explosion." You see the old farmer's mind immediately understand the situation.

"Nkolo!" He spits on the ground. "This boy is only trouble. I saw him sneak into the barn and damn does he likes ass. Thanks even if you didn't fix it, I will still pay your mistress. " replied Mr. Diallo.

"This isn't all, I did a quick cleaning of the system and fixed some of the bugs. The rig should show a 6% increase on milk production and 4% on gas, I also made the circuit breaker automatic, as soon as a probe is disconnected it is isolated and lets the other suction modules continue extraction. " you explained, pleased that on this planet at least, your skills are appreciated.

"Wonderful, there will be a little something for you later. I will check all of that and make my son's ass sorry for causing so much trouble. " he replied.