16068 Eases Up

She blinks twice. Certainly finding a strange man in your home might be surprising. But, with the fading of surprise, her posture softens.

"Oh. Okay. So you know." She laughs in a soft feminine voice

She even frees up her hands from her breasts, giving you a moment of awe to take in the sight. They're as large and round and perfect as you'd imagined from all the times you'd seen her.

"Well, I guess you already know, but I'm 16068." She extends a hand for you to shake. You try to focus enough on what she's saying to meet it. "Can you please give me a moment?"

You're surprised when she follows this up by working out of her skirt and her socks. Suddenly, she's standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a pair of cutesy hello kitty panties. She turns to a closed cupboard along the wall to grab something. It gives you a flash of the brand etched into her hind quarters.

When she turns back, you notice something new. A tag afixed to her ear with her number on it. You can't stop yourself from gawking. Her hands go to her breasts and massage the side slightly.

"Want yours?" She asks 13147.

"Nah, I'm heading back out in a second. Sore udders?"

16068 lets out a groan and nods. Now that you've acclimated, you notice they do seem rather swollen.

"Is this something that you girls have to deal with a lot?" You ask 13147.

"Constantly. Right before a milking especially."

Hrmmm. If she was using the milker on herself then the odds are that she wouldn't have so swollen breasts. Or, perhaps, maybe losing the milker is how she ended up in this state...