Milkcow (draft)

I stood before the farm and couldn't believe I was actually doing this.

Drinking the suspicious white and creamy concoction I coughed due to its tangy taste.

They told me to wait in the waiting area until i feel myself lactating and half an hour later my breasts definitely swelled up by at least a cup size and I felt my nipples harden feeling tingling,warm and prickling sensation in my breasts. Slightly worried I stood up and went to the help desk which was currently unmanned and pressed on the bell several times as the sensation intensified. This time around instead of the woman from before a young boy my age in a farmer outfit come over.

"Ah you seem ready lets go, just a second" he said picking up some jars from below the counter.

I waited impatiently with both my hands covering my growing breasts due to the strange sensation. I had hoped the woman would be the one helping me but she was nowhere in sight.

The farm boy guided me to the back and placed the jars in front of me on an empty table with a wooden stool to sit on. I could see the rest of the farm from here out of the open window given a nice view.

"Would you like some help miss?" He said so innocently I might have actually accepted if it wasn't a request to grope my breasts.

"No I will manage by myself." I said snidely turning away from him.

"As you wish Miss just tell me if you need any help later I will be nearby."

I positioned two jars next to each other for each tit and finally after a deep breath and making sure the farm boy was gone rolled up my robe all the way freeing both my overripe breasts.

I could see and feel something pearl at the tip of my nipples both having been poking against the coarse fabric for a while as I left my bra behind for this.

As I stood up and positioned myself above the two jars I tried to squeeze both of them.

"Ahhhhhh... "

Something was wrong as an embarrassing moan involuntary escaped my lips. I had barely squeezed them just the tiniest bit but the sensation was way too strong.

It was also far more difficult to aim these two than expected as I clearly missed some spilling on the table instead of hitting the jar.

I tried again and again but only managed to squeeze out little spurts barely alleviating the sensation and too my horror I felt my breasts slowly growing bigger as more milk was produced but not squeezed out.

Claire already had a sensitive body and this was simply too much, I was clearly overstimulated and it made it even more difficult to milk myself.

I panicked but not matter how much I tried I just couldn't bring myself to properly squeeze them as I was distracted each time by the sensation of the milk coming out.

"Miss I do not wish to alarm you but it is important to squeeze all the milk on time otherwise it might lead to side effects."

I didn't even notice when the farm boy returned I had been way too preoccupied with trying to handle these two. And didn't even have time to be embarrassed.

The jars were only a quarter full each , I didn't know how much I was supposed to squeeze out but by the way my breasts felt they were swelling even more than before it was definitely far from enough and it seem to only get worse.

In my panic I finally asked." C-Could you help me pls." turning towards the farm boy with both my overripe milk bags in the open swinging with the motion.

The farmer boy just gave me a professional smile not even glancing down.

"Of course Miss please turn around and lean forward I will do the rest."

I did as asked, still feeling myself nervous as I felt the weight of both my breasts hanging and had to grip an overhead pipe to steady myself due to the extra weight.

The farm boy put the stool aside and positioned himself right behind me before slowly extending both his hands.

"Are you ready miss."

"Y-yes" I felt his warm hands caress my breasts slowly encasing both of them before he started squeezing both at the same time making my mind go blanc for a moment there.

"mhmmmmmml" I barely managed to supress a moan as I closed my eyes.

I felt and heard two streams hitting the milk jars simultaneously not spilling a single drop once I did managed to open my eyes again and look down.

"Ah it worked " my breasts definitely felt lighter now,"a s-second a small break and then."

"ahhhhhhh"

"I am sorry miss but we to proceed right away for not too much milk to built up at once."

"No just a small..."

"ahhhhhhh" I wasn't sure if he did it on purpose but each time I tried to object or plead for a small break I was immediately overruled with a squeeze of my delicate breasts illicting way too embarrassing sound from my lips.

"Later on that may not be as much of a problem Miss but the first time around we need to be...

I stopped listing to him halfway having given up persuading him as I simply closed my eyes and allowed myself to be milked, moaning like a dammcow with each squeeze.

"Ahhh" "mhmmmm" "ohhhh"

That symphony of my moans continued for what felt like forever even though it must have been barely 20 minutes.

"Well done Miss" He said as I felt him release my sore tits and heard him pull the newest jars aside.

I slumped on the wooden table with my bare breasts, breathing heavily with my face flushed red like a strawberry.

"finally" I sighed in relieve having the ordeal behind me.

"You have done exceptionally well Miss, you filled three whole milk jars on your first time you must be a natural most other woman barely manage to fill a single jar the first time they are here."

I smiled self deprecatingly.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or sad about being a good milk cow...

Unlike myself who spilled atleast a quarter each time he milked me expertly sometimes doing both my breasts at ones while other times switching between the two in rhythm. As overstimulated as I was I couldn't say it was entirely unpleasant.

Oh well at-least I get some extra out of this I suppose even if it was way more embarrassing than I had initially hoped.

"Your breasts will feel sore for a short while and be slightly bigger but that side effect will go away in a matter of a few days,I promise and If you wish you can come back for another session in three to four days Miss."

"Ok" I said even though I hoped it won't be necessary.

Only as he leaned over me to pick up all four jars, 2 full and another two half full did I feel something hard pressed against my butt and groaned internally.

I just hoped it wouldn't escalate to this at least.

I also would have to go bare for a while until my breast were back to their usual size.

Next time:

"Are you sure I need to wear this" I said skeptically, while holding up a skimpy cow print top in front of my breasts after having just drunk that strange concoction once again, clearly showing I wasn't a fan of the idea at all.

"As I said Miss it is completely voluntary but this equipment is specifically made for this and will enhance milk production by a quarter atleast, there is also other equipment but I believe this is the best for now and is most effective when worn as soon as the potions is drunk of even better before doing so."

I groaned. Atleast it was only a cowprint top and I could wear it under my robe.

As I tried to put it on.

"Ah I almost forgot to mention it is one of those equipment items that need to be on top for the maximal effective to take place so nothing underneath or above it...."

I looked him straight in the eye for what felt like a minute before finally relenting.

"Atleast let me go backstage for this."

"Of course."

And so I ended up wearing a Cowprint top while waiting and this time around it only took 20 minutes before I started lactating.

I didn't even try to do it myself this time around and left it in the farm boy's capable hands as **** as I was to make a specticle out of myself once again.

This time there were nearly 5 full milk jars.

next time:

I came a bit early this time around but didn't think much of it when the farm boys didn't come even after using the bell and waiting. I invited myself backstage. I doubt he would mind. I found a full vial of the concoction standing on the counter and drunk it without worrying after all it wasn't my first time and there had been no bad side effects despite multiple uses besides some soreness.

When I looked around the usual place the farm boy was nowhere in sight until I noticed the large barn door open this time around. There were multiple cows which was to be expected but my eyes widened when I saw the last stall.

There was a woman there wearing a full obscene cow outfit positioned in one of the cow stalls alongside other cows instead of here where humans are supposed to be. She wore the full ensemble with tights, ears and what I hoped was a tail attached to her panties and not the other way.

I saw the farm boy going to her and I tried not to judge prematurely until I saw him cuff her hands toward a pipe and attach two pumps toward her breasts.

If they had pumps they should have giving me one to use from the beginning I thought.

Next he spanked her on the ass and instead of saying anything human the busty woman mooed like a literal cow.

No sooner had he attach the pumps I saw him pulling down his pants and slapping his cock a couple times against the womans ass who enthusiastically tried to rub her butt against it but was only allowed limited movement.

"eh" A tiny stunned whisper escaped my lips.

When his gaze moved my way I immediately ducked. My heart pounding in panic.

The next time I came up from under the table the farm boy was plowing into the woman like there was no tomorrow to the clearly enthusiastic mooing of her.

I watched the spectacle in stunned silence while peeking from under the table, before deciding I didn't wanna have anything to do with it. I tried to crawl away as to not be seen but even while crawling despite it not even having been that long I could literally feel my breast becoming heavier.

The problem was that my idiotic self, in order to safe some time, had already drunk the dam concoction and I needed to find a way to deal with it and I definitely didn't wanna participate in whatever those two had going back there. Despite my obvious protest I felt a slight dampness between my tights as I continued to sneakily crawl away.