Chapter 5: Breeding Training, With Doctor Kovak

I walked into the storage area where we keep our subjects during non-feeding and training hours. We give them plenty of space and amenities to occupy their simple minds, but they are supposed to receive an ample amount of visitation to make sure they are adhering to corporate apparel and behavioral policies while in there, not to mention be socially stimulated. I didn't mind so much that the ranchers had neglected their duties in this matter, because this was an excellent opportunity for me to have some personal alone time with the hucow formerly known as Detective Lotuya.

I approached her stall, where she was bathing in small tub. She was wearing our signature Happy Cows cow-print two-piece swimming wear. She was scrubbing her body with a washcloth, and had a blissful, dumb smile on her face.

"Oh, Aliyah! How is one of my favorite hucows doing today?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Mooo!" Aliyah happily mooed in response, as she was not capable of saying anything more complex. To some new employees, or those untrained with working with hucows, it can often confuse them as to what they are saying exactly, when every noise is roughly just primal, and not based in extensive vocabulary. Thankfully, I know exactly what my hucows are all about.

"How is the diet working out, my dear? Are you feeling a bit thicker, and sexier?" I asked.

She just kind of stared blankly at me, until I entered and gave her bust a nice firm lift. She moaned, and then smiled and mooed again, "Mooo!"
"Oh, I perfectly understand. These feel a bit fuller than these should." I shuffled my arms a bit as I juggled her swollen tits. I could tell how full they were because there was lack of sloshing. It was as if the milk was straining against her lovely melons. I slowly moved the top part of her bathing suit out of the way, letting her large breasts fall freely from the confines of the fabric, and her nipples, already enlarged and pointing, were stiff.

"Now, let's get these milked and relieve some of that pressure. You've had to be very uncomfortable all day, you poor thing." I said with a tinge of faux sympathy. Aliyah looked at me with a doe-eyed look, and mooed a bit more, her tits wobbled.

I went over to a wall and lifted a hidden panel, then pressed a button. A special emergency milking station in her stall began to rise from the floor, some cups protruded upwards from a low-table. It was standard issue for these situations.

"Okay, Aliyah, I need you to bend over and hang your breasts over the cups." I pointed to the cups, and Aliyah's expression changed, she seemed to get excited as she jiggled her way over to the table, and bent over, her ass pointing at me, the bottom part of her bikini not leaving anything to the imagination. She hung her breasts over the cups, and the machine hummed to life. Her breasts completely occupied them and the cups began squeezing rhythmically, causing Aliyah's udders to leak their contents.

She looked back at me with a very pleadingly lustful gaze, "Mooooo..."
My dick hardened instantly as I heard her primal, sexy request. "Company policy dictates I can't fuck you while you're milking. It's not sanitary." Of course there was no need to explain anything to her, she didn't understand any of that.

She noticed I didn't move and looked even more pleadingly, "Moooooo!" She began frustratingly moving a bit too much. It probably wouldn't have been good for the machinery she was attached to, if her attitude continued like this.

"Whoa, slow down there, girl. Don't ruin your milking. Okay, okay..." I calmed her a bit massaging her shoulders, and whispered in her ear seductively. Truth be told, it was great to have a justifiable reason to fuck her to keep her calm. I unbuttoned my pants and removed them, along with my briefs. My penis was already hard and waiting for this moment.

"Now, let's take it easy..." I cooed in her ear, and I saw her body visibly relax. She stopped her writhing, and her face calmed a bit. I positioned my shaft behind her, and pulled her bottom piece down. I slowly slid my cock into her large ass. It was like a deep-mining operation as I tried to guide my cock into the right goldmine. Eventually I found the right hole and pushed into it.

She gasped, and mooed as she felt my girth fill her insides. Her walls tightened and spasmed against my shaft, and I was ready to get my load into her. I grabbed her hips and began pumping away. It was one of the hottest fucks I've had in a while, watching her fat tits hanging from her body and being squeezed dry by the automated machine, as I was plowing her from behind.

"Yeah, you love this, don't you, girl?" I asked rhetorically, knowing this ditzy cow wouldn't give me anything but a "moo" in return. Her eyes rolled back a bit, and she was lost in pleasure. My cock began an all too familiar twitching as I busted my load deep inside her, and kept spurting. She wasn't going anywhere until her milking was down, so I kept pumping in an out of her. Eventually, after a few more spurts, I finally pulled out, and admired my sperm dripping out of her pussy. I was proud of my load, and was glad I had made it into her.

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up, and fed. You did a great job, Aliyah. You'll make some customer very happy one day."

She smiled stupidly in response, and mooed as the machine finished its cycle and ejected her breasts from its grip.