Six months later: A New Life I

Joelle was woken up by gentle hands caressing the hair she had been growing out for the past months, once she'd realized that it had turned a lovely, deep red, slightly darker than her fur. Mumbling, she opened her eyes to look into Ryder's warm gaze who bent forwards and planted a deep kiss on the fox morph's muzzle, making Joelle's eyes flutter closed again as she luxuriated in the sensations running through her, nipples stiffening in preparation for the next part of their daily morning ritual. Every night, her bountiful breasts filled up so much that Ryder had to attach eight small, handheld breastpumps to them in order to empty them enough for Joelle to go to work without spilling milk all over the bed and the apartment. Both had been provided by Growine and were situated in an apartment block on the main campus that housed a few other cases of Category H and full or partial anthropomorphization who worked in Production.

Humming happily, Joelle let her body be filled by the nice, sort of subdued arousal she always felt from the low vibrations of the breastpumps and the way the soreness slowly abated, eight steady streams of milk flowing from her breasts as Ryder walked off to fetch breakfast for Joelle. The strong blonde had been caring for her ever since Joelle had changed, and had been quite open to her clumsy advances; simple caring had turned into doting, cherishing, even pampering once they had officially become a couple. Ryder never left Joelle's side when they weren't working, he took care of cleaning, cooking, shopping, never saying a word - because as she'd found out rather quickly, Ryder was mute. He'd participated in a trial by Growine that hoped to restore his ability to speak, but had 'only' been turned into a chiseled adonis. Even when he took Joelle whichever way she wanted with the sizeable cock the trial had left him with, hard and fast or slow and loving, Ryder barely made a sound, only Joelle's screams of pleasure and the slapping of flesh on fur filling their appartment.

The memories alone made Joelle rather randy, the first signs of her two-monthly heat presenting themselves as her anus puckered and her cocks began to stiffen - tonight, she'd work Ryder until his balls ran dry. Hearing him return with a tray carrying her breakfast, Joelle opened her eyes and smiled at Ryder, feeling like the absolute luckiest girl in the world. Pushing herself up on one elbow, the weight of her chest pulling at her body, Joelle began to eat as Ryder detached the breastpumps - they were full, Joelle's breasts far from empty, but the rest of her creamy bounty would have to wait until she started working.

"Thanks, babe. C'mere." Extending her arm, reddish fur turning light brown around the wrist and almost black at the finger tips, Joelle pulled Ryder into another deep, extended kiss - one which Ryder broke off, tapping his wrist pointedly. "Right... you're right, we're gonna be late. Help me up, okay?"

While Joelle had grown stronger, tight, toned muscles rippling under the soft fat of her generous curves, when her boobs were this full, moving unassisted was impossible. Together with Ryder, Joelle managed to get into a sitting position, milk beading on her nipples as the weight of the upper pairs pressed down, sandwiching her massive shafts between the fox morph's lowest tits and her gargantuan balls, legs splayed and hanging off the bed.

"Ah, shoot!" Today, Joelle's breasts had prepared a little more than usual, it seemed, small trickles of cream oozing down her orbs and through her fur. "I need my cart, Ryder, quick!"

Ryder, ever reliable, had said cart right on hand - Joelle had received one specially made for her just one month after she had started working for Growine, with custom-made cushions for her cocks and breast-holders made from soft fabric with integrated breastpumps, the latter added after she had soaked through the holders on a day such as this one. For her enormous nuts, a cushioned tray jutted out from the back end so she could rest them on it while she walked or rather ambled along her way, making getting around much easier for her.

Joelle gasped and moaned lewdly as Ryder helped the fox morph to get her oversized assets loaded onto her cart, demonstrating remarkable effectiveness and restraint; when he and his girlfriend fucked, the muscular blonde was insatiable, unable to get enough of Joelle's eight tits, her three cocks or her tight ass, but now, he heaved her shafts onto the cushions and helped Joelle put her sore, leaking breasts into the holders without even caressing them unduly, milk soon flowing into the reservoirs of the pumps. Of course, a quick glance towards his crotch confirmed that Ryder was as hard as a rock.

"Mmh, if only it was Saturday..." With Joelle barely mobile as she was, the pair usually spent their weekends doing the physical training mandated by Dr. Dyer, lounging around, and of course with passionate sex. "Aaah, I can't wait until tonight! Just... just pound my ass real quick, please, babe?"

Ryder obviously felt conflicted, the bulge in his crotch seeming to pulse as he looked at Joelle with yearning, but then he shook his head and tapped his wrist again. As horny as Ryder was, and as willing as Joelle acted, he was much too straight-laced to be late to the lab.

"Bye, babe!" Joelle pouted at Ryder's back, the taste of his lips still lingering on hers. "See you later!"As with every workday, Ryder had brought the fox morph to the large double doors leading into the medium sized factory building that housed Growine's production facilities. If the lab was the brain of the company, Joelle was about to enter the beating heart - but considering what was going on inside, an argument could be made to call Production the balls or tits of Growine. Sighing, Joelle turned and pushed her cart through the double doors which opened automatically, thanks to a beacon integrated into her cart.

Inside was the usual pandemonium. Groaning, gasping, screams of pleasure, luxuriating moans and even a few lowing moos combined into a veritable cacophony that would soon be enhanced by Joelle's own sounds of bliss. The fox morph felt her cocks tingle and throb, engorging slowly, the flow of her milk increasing in anticipation, as she walked past the rows of unusually endowed humans, near-humans and fully anthropomorphized people. No two were the same - the number of their genitals, breasts, in some cases even their legs varied greatly, as did their actual shape, but all were connected to gently droning milkers of varying sizes, white fluids gushing through clear pipes that would bring them to Filtration and Refinement.

As Joelle walked past her colleagues, greeting them in a chipper voice, some even managed to reply. Lillian, a five-breasted third-generation Korean-American, was already in the throes of her second orgasm of the day - Joelle could tell by the way Lillian's eyes were rolling up in her head. Three more climaxes, and Lillian would be a drooling mess and have to take the first of her six mandated breaks. Kristen, the beautiful blonde Finnish girl, was aggressively pounding a fake mare, her tufted tail whipping through the air behind her as her enormous breasts jiggled wildly, almost throwing off the milkers attached to her thumb-sized nipples, Kristen's fat, dark brown balls already rising in preparation of the orgasm which would see the Finn deposit a thick load of her famously potent bull sperm into the breeding apparatus.

Continuing down the line, Joelle exchanged a few pleasantries with Adrianne, at 39 the oldest in Production. Her breasts had already started to sag a little, but her output was every bit as voluminous as that of her younger colleagues, her curves every bit as voluptuous as theirs. The cocks she had instead of nipples were pulsing and drooling inside the plastic tubes of her milker, pre-cum not yet flowing as Adrianne lounged on her chair, reading a celebrity magazine as if she was at the hairdressers. Joelle kind of hoped that one day, she'd be as cool and professional as the older woman. Rachael, across from Adrianne, was anything but, howling in pleasure as milkers drained her sextuplet of tits, her knotty, red dog-dick pumping thick cum into a patiently sucking hose as Rachael's fuzzy nuts clenched and twitched.

Finally, Joelle reached her own station, with the eight standard breast milkers and the custom-made, triple tubes larger than any other in Production - a point of pride for the fox morph. Raising her voice to be heard, she greeted her neighbour.

"Morning, Nancy!"

"Good morning, Joelle! My, aren't you in a good moooo--mood today." Nancy had quickly become Joelle's best friend at work, to the point the fox morph had requested her station be moved next to Nancy's. The reason was simple: Not only did they get along incredibly well, they were also the two most severe cases of anthropomorphisation at Growine. Nancy was already well into her first milking, a total of twelve milking cups attached to her teats - four each for her two enormous, slightly droopy tits and her even larger udder.

"Yep! I can feel my heat starting, and you know what that means!" Emberly, the technician on duty today, stepped over to help Joelle get set up, wearing the usual full protective gear with rubber suit and gas mask, which were barely hindering her as she began to heave Joelle's assets from the cart. "Ryder and I are going to have fun tonight."

"Should I make a note and have them send some tarps to your apartment, Joelle?" Arms full of black horsecock, Emberly nevertheless found the time to participate in the conversation, her voice muffled by her mask. "Oh, and by the way, Nancy - love what the new shampoo is doing for your fur."

"Thanks! Yeah, the last one I tried left it kind of dull..." Nancy ran her three-fingered hand with the broad, black nails over her arm, smiling at the way her black-and-white fur shone in the light

"Oh yes, it looks great! I'll have to try it for myself sometime," Joelle smiled as Emberly lined up the last of the fox morph's flat cockheads and motioned for Joelle to step closer and push them into the milker tubes. "And thank you, Emberly, but we still have some left from the last delivery. Ryder cleans them himself now!"

"Aah, he's such a dependable--mmfhoooh!" A sudden increase in the flow of of milk from one of the four teats on her right tit saw Nancy jump, her bovine jaw dropping open briefly under the unexpected **** fo pleasure, flat tongue lolling out. "Mmoooo~... Oh, excuse me. I just wish my Stanley was like that. But no, he barely visits, and when he does, its because he wants some cow pussy!"

"Seriously, you should just divorce him and get pounded by Kristen sometime," Emberly interjected as she began attaching milking cups to Joelle's swollen, leaking tits. "And I'm not saying that because you're both partly bovine. I'm saying that because Kristen's cock is the best I've ever had inside of me. Girl knows how to use that thing!"

Relationships of whatever nature between Growine staff were neither prohibited nor frowned upon, provided of course that any and all spread of reagents was either contained or consensual - or both.

"I don't know... we've been married almost six years now, it--m-mooo~!" Nancy's head lolled backwards, hips twitching as the erect teats on her udder squirted astounding amounts of hot cream into the milker tubes. "Oh m-mooo~... It's starting, I'm sorry, girls, m-moooo~!"

Nancy was talking about the state of near-orgasm she usually reached sometime into her milking that flooded her with pure bliss and made talking nearly impossible, involuntary moans and moos were all the cow morph managed, hooved feet twitching weakly as the humming pumps kept sucking dispassionately, massive amounts of cream flowing through the hoses. Joelle felt her own nipples pulse and twitch inside her own milking cups, milk already beginning to trickle out. Emberly secured the massive milking tubes that now housed the entirety of Joelle's cocks with straps around the fox morph's furry thighs and engaged the rubber seals, making Joelle yip as she felt her knots squeezed by the cool latex. No matter what she tried, Joelle never managed to keep quiet when this happened.

"Alright, all set!" Emberly declared as she swung Joelle's seat around, a generously cushioned armchair-like thing mounted on a pivoting metal arm. "If you're ready, I'll get this started."

"Mmh, yes please..." Joelle mumbled as she sat down and secured the seat. "I've been so sore all morning..."