Not quite yet

'WAIT! WHAT? BULLS? WHAT BULLS?' The words keep running through you frazzled brain, unable to comprehend what your lover had just said. The euphoric high you were cresting upon had suddenly evaporated into thin air, crashing you back to reality.

"Moooooooolls?" You begin cursing yourself, unable to talk like a human anymore, trying to question the now torturous male circling around you. However upset, confused, and angry you are at him, at this very moment, you can't help but admire his Adonis-like figure. Sill in his glorious full nudity, his cock swings triumphantly, drawing your mind back to more pleasant thoughts. "Mooooooooore?" The question seems to slip effortlessly from you as the carnal craving seems to grow anew.

'Damn! Why does he have to be so attractive?' The little opposition you have left is quickly fading. A need and want is returning in waves that can't be explained. Some little part of your brain is still telling you that you need to escape this madness, yet the hunger and desire keep driving you forward on the road you're headed down.

"Soon enough JERSEY GIRL ... Soon enough ..." His words and touch are soothing and electrifying at the same time. He's answering your call to him, and the promise of more to come is freshly relaxing.

'WAIT! He's talking to ME! JERSEY GIRL! That's ME! He can understand ME ... JERSEY GIRL!' The issue of you adapting to, and seemingly adopting, your new name is lost to you, in the assumption that you are able to actually communicate with the cowboy. Despite your obvious limited vocabulary, the handsome stud is answering your questions, and responding to your pleas!

"First we've got to up your milk production ..." You watch helplessly as he sits naked upon a small wooden stool, his cock pointing proudly skyward like a flagpole. You look down between your arms ... er ... legs and watch as he grips your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A small amount of milk streams effortlessly as he rolls and pinches the excited flesh, ripples of pleasure travel through your chest ... until ... he produces a large syringe with an equally long needle! With practiced ease, he inserts the needle into the tip of your nipple and presses forward! "Relax JERSEY GIRL! This only hurts a little." Your eyes are wide as the needle plunges to the hilt of the syringe, obviously its tip buried deep within your breast tissue. True to his words, the pain is barely registered, causing you to wonder why. You continue to watch in amazement as he pushes the contents of the syringe into your tissue, the plunger slowly moving towards the tip. An eerily strange warmth begins spreading through your left tit, Starting from within you can feel the increasing heat spreading like a spider web throughout. As the heat increases, so does a building pressure, which is the only source of your current pain. He withdraws the needle with the same precision as he had inserted it, and repeats the process with the right tit.

The heat and pressure are nearly unbearable, and you are immensely grateful as he cups each hanging tit ... er ... udder and massages the swollen orbs. You quickly realize this is the first time any real attention had been paid to your sensitive tits, and relish the feeling of his attentiveness to your sensitive flesh. You never consider that he was merely spreading the medicine into the nearby tissue. It wouldn't matter, as it felt so good!

"This will dilate the vessels from your milk glands, allowing the milk to flow more freely, and in greater quantities. Tomorrow we'll work on enlarging the milk glands." You are barely concerned with the effects of the injections, or his plans for tomorrow. His calloused hands mauling your tit-flesh is enticingly erotic. "In the meantime, let's hook you back up to the milker."

You watch as he makes his way to the automated device that had been attached to your tits earlier. Knowing what to expect this time around, you find yourself anxiously awaiting the sensation. However, instead of hooking you up to the machine, you watch as he disassembles it and then reassembles it with thicker tubes. Instead of the tiny little suction cups that had been on each end, he now places an odd looking contraption that looks more like a clear bowl with a thick four-inch tube sticking through the middle. With great curiosity, you once again, peer between your legs as he begins by covering your nipple with the tube. Your eyes widen as suctioning is applied, stretching your nipple forward into the tube, pulling it nearly two-thirds of the way into the tube. Your nipple is grotesquely elongated and bloated within the confining tube. The same is then done with the other teat, stretching them to painful proportions Each one is now nearly as thick as your thumb, slowly turning purple within the tight vacuum. You can see a small amount of milk begin to gather at the base of the tube, but find no relief. Returning to your left udder, the glass bowl is slid over the tube, fitting your entire tit-flesh within its contents. A similar suction is activated, fully trapping the entirety of it within the vacuum. Again, the same is done to the right udder until each one is bloated and purple.

Pain is now the only sensation you can focus on, your once precious tits, were now ugly balloons inflated to inhuman proportions. You are about to protest to the one who has been teasing and tormenting you for what seems like forever, now, when he flips the switch, activating the milking machine!

"Moooooooooooooooo!" Your glorious groan of relief escapes as the suctioning begins to pulsate, milking the contents from your bloated udders. "Moooooo." Your sigh signals your acceptance of your current condition, satisfied to relieve the pressure and heat that had been building. Your eyes barely take in the large amount of milk that is flowing through the larger tubes, nor do you notice how much quicker, the gallon jugs are filling. You dreamily begin to float into another dimension, so self-absorbed in the eroticism coursing through you. The warmth in your breasts, seems to have traveled to your loins, your hips now writhing in inviting fashion.

"I see how you are JERSEY GIRL! Don't worry! I'll take care of that need soon enough! Happy cows produce much more milk! JERSEY GIRL knows that a thick juicy cock will make her very happy!"

His words could not have been more true! All you want is his thick cock back in your snatch, and you'll be the happiest cow on the farm! You anticipate his entry and look back only to see him fiddling with the mechanical fucking machine!