The answer: WORLD DOMINATION! Just kidding, first the herd needs to settle in.

"We take this one step at a time," Lily explained, gently patting Ginger's head. "First, we need some clothes for you, Micaela. I think if we raid Anne's and Dad's dresser, we might find something."

"Mmoooh, I'm sleepy, Lily..." Ginger clung to her bull, nuzzling Lily's cleavage. Maybe the herd was alright without her, picking out clothes for Micaela?

"Of course, little cow," Lily replied, her strong hand brushing over Ginger's hair. "We'll be fine. Why don't you take a nap in the garden? Just remember to put on some sunscreen - we don't want you burning up."

That really sounded like an amazing idea - and with no objections from Micaela, Ginger went deeper into the house, jostling her udder with every step. It was filling up already, hanging down in front of her crotch. The anthro cow got some sunscreen from the downstairs bathroom while her bull and her herd sister disappeared into their parents' bedroom. Then, stepping outside and onto the patio, the plump cow morph pulled one of the loungers out on the grass and into the sun, thankful for the high hedges around the garden. Ginger probably wouldn't need to worry about being seen. Of course, her bull wouldn't have sent her out to nap if it wouldn't have been a good idea, would she?

Sitting down on the lounger, Ginger squeezed a big glob of sunscreen on her hand and began rubbing it into her skin, humming a happy little tune as she covered her arms and neck, belly, and then her legs. She deliberately went around her sensitive milkers and udder, and for good reason: The moment her delicate fingers began massaging sunscreen into her breasts, going down from her clavicles towards their sensitive tips, the tune turned into suppressed moans and moos as small squirts of milk sprayed from her fat nipples, dripping onto Ginger's udder and into the grass.

And the cow morph's tits weren't even full, not even close! Ginger giggled, thinking that she'd be a prized, high-yield cow on any farm with the speed she was producing milk, circling her teat-like nipples to cover the throbbing, dripping nubs with sunscreen before applying some to the underside of her boobs. Her breathing long since deepened to low moos of pleasure, the anthro cow then went to the pink swell of her udder with a fresh glob of sunscreen. The soft flesh yielded lightly under her gentle fingers, teats slowly stiffening as Ginger rubbed the sunscreen into her udder, making it jostle slightly between her padded thighs. She could almost feel it churn and gurgle under her ministrations, preparing more milk for her herd.

But Ginger was still sooo sleepy... so despite of the pleasant warmth filling her body and moistening her pussy, she settled into the lounger once she was done applying the sunscreen, breasts and udder rising proudly in the air even as they spilled over her arms and thighs. With the sun warming her body, it didn't take long until Ginger had drifted off into a relaxing nap, pleasant dreams of her bull making her smile happily in her sleep.

When she woke up some time later, the sun stood high in the sky, its rays a fair bit stronger than before. But that wasn't what had woken Ginger up - it was the intense, almost painful pressure in her tits and udder. Swollen with milk, their weight was pinning her to the lounger and nearly immobilised her. Struggling to get up, Ginger's limbs pressed into them painfully, thin streams of fresh cream arcing through the air. With the swell of her impossibly perky, impossibly full tits weighing down on her upper arms, Ginger couldn't even relieve herself, and she could feel her lower lip begin to quiver.

"M-m-moooo!" She bellowed in a state of near-panic, still fighting against the combined weight of her assets. "Lilyyy! Heeeellllp!"

Immediately after her call of distress, Ginger heard clattering and then her bull thundering through the house. It seemed Lily had been in Edward's office, surely doing very important bull things, but of course she would always come to her little cows aid whenever she was needed.

"What's wrong, little cow?!" Lily asked urgently right after coming to a screeching halt on the patio. "Are you alright?"

"I can't moo-oo-oove~!" Ginger almost wailed, tears building in her eyes, lower lip quivering uncontrollably. "Everything's so heavyyy~!"

"Oh. Oh! I'm so sorry, Ginger." Stepping over to the lounger, Lily caressed her herd mate's left breast gently, the skin taut from the pressure of the milk inside. The slight touch alone was enough to make a thin arc of milk splatter all over Lily's own breasts, a keening moo rising from Ginger's throat. "I should have realized. You've been napping for a few hours..."

"Pleeaase, it huuurts~! Milk mooo--meee!" With her bull in front of her, Ginger had given up on struggling, one hand reaching for Lily from under her heavy breast.

Lily squatted down, careful to not squash her nuts between her powerful thighs, and grabbed Ginger's hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Don't worry, little cow. I'll get a few canisters or something and then we'll get started." Smiling gently, Lily got up and jogged into the house, Ginger's adoring gaze following her.

What would she even do without her bull? She'd be absolutely lost: Her breasts and udder felt as if they'd burst, thin streams of milk dripping down from the six teats on Ginger's body, each of them a source of maddening pleasure bordering on pain, the taut skin throbbing with her heartbeat. Ginger's breathing was deep, ****, sometimes interrupted by hiccups that shook her body and made her breasts and udder wobble, flinging droplets of milk through the air. Lily couldn't have been gone more than a few seconds, but it felt like forever. All Ginger knew was that she would be back, but it couldn't be too soon; it felt like her milkers were still swelling like cream-filled balloons.

Right when Ginger was about to pass the threshold into actual pain, Lily came tromping back, arms full of empty milk canisters, bottles and buckets, throwing them onto the grass next to the lounger before kneeling down to help Ginger sit up. Her bulls strong arms on her back and thighs already helped soothe the cow morph's frazzled nerves, and she let herself be guided into a sitting position with her legs on the grass and her hands grabbing the edge of the lounger, the cow morph's udder resting heavily on her thighs and her breasts pressing down on her udder, forcing streams of milk out of Ginger's stiff teats, splattering the grass with white.

But Lily was ready: As soon as she was sure Ginger was sitting comfortably, she quickly grabbed a bucket and held it in front of them, catching the six streams of thick cream skilfully. As Ginger's milk splashed into the bucket, aided by her bull's gentle caress on her udder and boobs, the cow morph felt the pressure diminish slowly, and with every passing second, she felt a little lighter. When the bucket was half full, Ginger could even sit up a little, easing the weight pressing down on her sensitive udder - which slowed the streams of milk down to a trickle.

"Aww, little cow, you're not empty yet, are you?" Lily teased with a smile, putting the bucket down on the milk-stained grass. "Do you want me to help you~?"

"Moooh yes, please..." Ginger shuddered with relief, her assets feeling much better after the worst of the pressure was gone. But they weren't empty yet. Not by a long shot.

When her bull's strong fingers traced over her udder, Ginger shuddered again, a lowing moan rising from her throat. With her eyes fluttering closed, the cow morph shifted her hips forwards, pressing her udder into Lily's palm.

"You like that, little cow?" Lily smiled, letting her hand slide over the soft swell of Ginger's udder, grasping one stiff teat and tugging it gently, sending a string of thick cream into the bucket and receiving a deep, satisfied moan in response.

"Mooo-hmmm~..."

Lily put down the bucket, wrapping her now free hand around another of Ginger's teats and began tugging in an alternating rhythm, angling them down so nothing of the white bounty was lost. The cow morph moved her legs apart so her udder hung down, making it all the easier for Lily to milk her, rocking her hips as she savored the feeling of her bull's strong, yet so very gentle hands on her stiff teats. It was... utterly intimate, pleasant, definitely very sexual and arousing, Ginger's pussy drooling and winking after just a few strokes, but still so different from the animalistic rutting she had known so far.

"Wow, one whole bucket, and your udder's still not empty..." Lily seemed impressed, putting the sloshing bucket aside and taking one of the canisters she'd brought, the opening easily accommodating one of Ginger's dripping teats that her bull hadn't touched yet. "You must have almost three gallons in there!"

Pure, unabashed pride filled Ginger at these words, mingling with the lazy pleasure flooding her mind as she opened her eyes again. So much, and her boobs were still so full they were sloshing! She was such a good cow, beaming down at her bull who looked up at Ginger with sparkling eyes.

"I'm so proud of you, little cow! So much, and after all we did all morning." The praise made Ginger feel warm and fuzzy. James hadn't been praised very often. All the more reason to forget he ever existed - he couldn't even give one single glass of milk, let alone would he have been able to take Lily's enormous cock! "Let's see if we can fill everything I brought!"

Nodding enthusiastically, Ginger felt her excitement rise, liquid lust dripping from her cunt onto the lounger which only got stained with more of her juices when Lily finally began tugging one of her teats again. With the tip inside the plastic milk container, the splashing of Ginger's milk was a little muffled, but the level rose with impressive speed. As did Ginger's arousal; already her breathy moos were hitching in her throat, her legs shaking and twitching as her udder was rapidly emptied by her bull's masterful ministrations.

"M-Moo--Ooooh~" The cow morph lowed deeply, loudly, no words coming to mind to show her appreciation, but the sudden, lustful convulsions shaking Ginger's body and the noisy splash of fem-cum on the lounger were more than enough to demonstrate to Lily how much her little cow enjoyed the milking.

"Ooh, you made a mess, little cow~" Lily teased once her herd mate's climax had subsided and Ginger was fighting to stay upright. Her bull was unrelenting, though, gentle, rhythmic strokes emptying Ginger's udder squirt by milky squirt. "Almost done, just a few more..."

And really, the pink mound had shrunk considerably, almost resting flat against Ginger's belly for the first time since forever. It had been enough to fill a big bucket as well as a whole milk canister bought at the super market. Setting the canister aside after screwing the lid on, Lily reached for one of the glass bottles, but a sudden shout interrupted her.

"What is going on here?! You know full well that keeping live stock on private property is against every rule of the Homeowners ... asso-... ciation..."

It was one of their neighbours, Crystal Higgins, trophy wife, busybody extraordinaire und thus the perfect candidate for president of the HOA, a job she took way too seriously. Using a less dense part of the hedge, she had **** her way onto the Miller's property, thus breaking quite a few rules of the HOA herself, not to forget a few state laws about breaking and entering, all to make her grievance known. But instead of the Miller's new household cow Crystal was expecting, she beheld two naked anthro cows engaged in undeniably sexual play, her tirade trailing off as her mouth fell open in absolute disbelief.