Stay low

Overcoming the bliss of your orgasm, you quickly pull the tube off of your right breast and attach it to Angela’s left. Luckily, your plan worked, as Angela didn’t start to moo to no end. You quickly but quietly crawl to the corner, your back to the gate, and wait for the man to pass. As you try to wait patiently, your breast is begging to have the thick, rich cream released. Stuffed, you can’t possibly imagine sucking it out. Besides, something about drinking from your own nipple puts you on edge. You reach both of your hands down to your breast. Sparks of lightning course through it, sensitive and excited by your touch. You move your finger down to your long, engorged, erect nipple. You caress it, energy rocking your core. A small bead of milk sits atop its perch, and you quickly give it a small taste. It’s about 5 times better than Angela’s, and you shove your udder in your mouth. You start sucking away, in a sensual bliss, until reality strikes you with the fact that your stomach has had a tad too much milk recently. Laying down, you tilt your head to the right, pea green vomit spewing. You try to be quiet, but that’s easier said than done when puke is shooting out of your mouth. You lay there for a minute, and the man has walked by, your location uncompromised. You can’t get the acidic taste of barf out of your mouth. Without thinking, you flood your mouth with more creamy, thick milk. You stomach gurgles again and lurches, demanding you cut back on the lactose. The taste of vomit no longer loitering in your mouth, you get up. As you walk past Angela, you get a good look at her from behind. A large ‘Minchest Farms logo is branded on her ass, and her lower back is marked with a barcode and serial number. Your eyes travel inward, and you see her plump, puffy lips, sopping wet as the metal phallus rampages inside her. You look down, and see that your ass has no branding and back no serial number. Deep inside, your heart is broken. On the outside however, you’re grateful for your freedom and will battle on until your last breath. You move out of the stall and close it behind. A quick glance tells you the Loading Bay is to your right. Curious, you peek to the left, only seeing a bathroom and filled stalls. On the right however, the stalls start to end and are replaced by a metal wall, some lined with shelves. A few have boxes on the higher up shelves. As you take it in, a dull pain tells you that you haven’t peed in 17 hours.