Yes

"No problem. Where do you want me?" You ask, grabbing a spare apron from behind the counter and tying it around your waist.

"Oh, my god. You're a lifesaver!" The barista squeezes your arm thankfully. "Come on out back and I'll show you."

You follow the green-haired hipster out the back of the shop and find two very large breasted women dressed up in skimpy dairy cow outfits, tied up in separate stalls. They even had had fake little horns pinned to their hair and golden cow bells attached to their **** collars. One of the woman had a ridiculously large cock dangling between her legs, but the other appeared to be one hundred percent female. A former guest? Your eyebrows lift in surprise.

"Hello girls. Milking time!" The barista laughs at the two hucows prostrated before you.

Your shorts ruffle and you look down to see one of the two woman nuzzling at your crotch from between the bars of her stall, pressing her enormous tits against the cool steel and sliding her black and white spotted bikini top aside to reveal the glorious globes underneath. The hucow looked up at you in unabashed want, clearly ready and eager to be milked. You notice already the pearly liquid spraying out of her engorged nipples as her breasts are compressed together.

"We usually split up for this so, do you want to milk their tits or Daisy's cock?" The green-haired barista very nonchalantly gives you the choice as she leads the woman from their stalls and clamps them into place atop a nearby milking station, spreading their legs wide and dangling their tits over a sterile steel bar for support. From the ceiling hangs a number of metal suction tubes attached to clear piping that looks just like what one would find in a modern dairy farm.