Milktec Industries Presents: Runaways

Judy tapped her foot. The soft sound of her flat, worn soles on the pavement seemed deafening in the surrounding silence. She was nervous. Other times when she’d been out at night, she’d never thought much of it. She wasn’t the kind of girl to imagine a Soviet spy sneaking out from behind a hedge or one of the monsters from the drive in double features rising out of a sewer grating. Nor did she think any specter waited for her in the shadows of the bus stop. Then why did she fret? Why had her hands turned white from the grip around her small bag? She clutched the floral print case to her body, assured by the feeling of something familiar. Inside the bag were all the things she’d need, a toothbrush, two other dresses she worried would overly wrinkle, a pair of heels she’d stolen from her mother, cosmetics and hair brush, a bottle of milk wrapped in a paper bag to keep the sweat from leaking on the other items, and, tucked into a small tin box, a loaf of bread and a small slab of butter. Her parents and sisters had not noticed as her things disappeared from the house, but her mother noticed instantly when the bread went missing. Judy’s father blamed it on the dog, but her mother laid the blame at one of Judy’s youngest sister’s friends, Yvette, a poor girl with a drunkard of a father. It was a hard line to walk, being furious at the theft and being sensitive about the girl’s situation, but her mother managed it deftly all while Judy herself kept the stolen loaf in its tin under her bed.

Headlights down the road drew her attention. They floated toward her like two cat eyes sent out independent of their host for some nefarious purpose. “It’s too early for the bus,” she thought. Judy slipped back from the orange light of the street lamp as the car neared. Her heart thudded in her chest as she strained her eyes to make out the model of the car. She fully expected to see the bizarre pink stripe running down the side of her father’s Chevy, his tired eyes peering out of the cab as the white steering wheel rolled from side to side. With three short words, he’d have her back in the car. They would ride in silence back to the house. They wouldn’t speak of it after that. She knew her father and, despite his fury, he would lie for her. Judy crouched down behind the hedge row. The car rolled on past, no pink stripe, no white steering wheel, and no pair of bloodshot eyes set deep in a weary face.

Why did the dark bother her? She’d passed by this bus station hundreds of times in her life. Judy looked over to the spot on the opposite side of the street where she’d stood on the day the town’s young men shipped out. She remembered her father’s hand clapped on her shoulder while he looked wistfully at the young men piling into the bus. Her eyes had not lingered long on the handsome boys as they pushed excitedly into the bus, she’d been too young to care, but instead lingered on her father’s lips. As each of the soon to be soldiers took the step up, her father mouthed their names. He’d taught each and every one at some point, blathering at them from behind a desk about the importance of literature as their minds fixated on new cars and carnal interest in the girls beside them. Judy could see the pain in her father’s eyes and felt ashamed that her father looked so despondent in a sea of bright faces. Around them the town cheered and told their favorite sons to “give ‘em hell!” Judy wanted to join in the revelry, but those solemn eyes kept her in check. How many had gotten on the bus since that day over ten years ago? Crowds didn’t turn out any more, only the families. They didn’t cheer, but sometimes still said to “give ‘em hell” though with more sobriety and pause than jubilation.

Judy cursed herself. She’d forgotten her watch. It remained on her dresser as clear as day in her mind. Whatever the time, Hugh was late. She strained her ears, hoping to hear the footsteps of her boyfriend clattering down the street, but only the sound of her own pulse throbbed in her ears. Nothing moved and nothing made a sound other than the lazy drift of wind, barely enough to move an old leaf on a dead stem. Again, Judy considered the darkness around her. The bus stop was on the edge of town, a full ten blocks from her house. She hoped her mother was drinking coffee in the kitchen with one of her romance novels in hand while her father dozed in his arm chair, a crossword puzzle lolling in his hand. Her sisters would be asleep, and they all should assume Judy was as well. Looking back at the town from her hidden spot in the shadows, she could discern the faint glow that arose from the mingling of street lamps and shop lights. The warm light called to her. Give up this flight of fancy. Come back to your warm bed and good life. He’ll never amount to anything.

The words rang bitterly in her head. Her mother never approved of Hugh. She called him a coward and an activist, one of the worst words her mother would say. Judy’s father never spoke against the boy, but clearly had no interest in defending him either. Judy knew Hugh was something more than that. Judy knew Hugh could change the world. She knew he wasn’t running away, but that he was simply not walking into the slaughter house. War fatigue had set in nationwide, but a young man trying to avoid service was still treated like Frankenstein’s monster. Judy had been with Hugh when the letters arrived. It was a shock to see him pull out the university letter and then reach back in the box to remove a second one, a manila envelope with “WAR DEPARTMENT” stamped in the return address. Judy had seen the letter the Captain delivered to her friend Sally’s parents. Sally had showed it to her in a sort of morbid bragging. The two, Sally’s and Hugh’s, looked identical. The university turned Hugh down and the War Department happily accepted.

That started them talking. Hugh never intended, from sixteen up till he received his letter, to go into the Army. With a college acceptance, he could put it off for a while, at least. He hoped he’d be able to become an engineer and start designing things stateside to help. Most of America saw civil service or armed service as the only two legitimate ways of helping, but a third path did exist. Everyone talked about it, in school halls behind locker doors or at the ice cream parlor as the jugs of Milktec Milk gleamed from behind the counter. Some of the more worldly students had no problem talking about it openly, but, for respectable families like Judy’s, Milktec was something on the shopping list and nothing more. Hugh said he knew of a Milktec Dairy that paid cash and didn’t ask questions. Good labor was hard to come by in the states as the war demanded a strict oversight of all industry. Plenty of factories looked the other way on personal history and still paid well.

Footsteps. They patted against the smooth stone and came to an abrupt stop. Judy peeked out from her hiding spot and saw him. He wore a night shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was unkempt and wind swept from the run. Hugh heaved in great breaths as his head spun around and a grimace of disappointment and fear crept over him. Judy popped out into the light with a broad grin that melted away his fears. She threw her arms around him, slamming her bag into his back as he pulled her close to him. “I thought you’d been caught,” he rasped into her ear.

“Caught? Not that I just didn’t come?” she asked.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me to this alone. Never doubted that for a second.” He kissed her. Simple and sweet, with little experience in the act.

“What kept you?” she asked as they broke apart. Hugh was emblazoned in the light, but around them the dark still crept. Her joy of seeing him subsiding, she imagine all the ghosts of their past chasing him in the night.

“Dad kept talking to me. I think he might know I was planning something. Wanted to talk baseball all of the sudden.”

“Will he come after us?”

“I don’t think so. Doesn’t look like they’d have time to catch us any way.” Hugh pointed behind her. In the distance, headlights. Higher up and brighter than any car. Hurrying behind them came the wheeze and crank of a tired old bus. “All ready to go?”

Judy looked at Hugh with pure adoration in her eyes. She’d follow him to the end of the earth. They’d sat on his bed as he opened first one envelope and then the other. The conversation after that had been quick and quiet. They would run away together. Hugh said they didn’t have to get married, not at first at least. He’d get an apartment where they could stay together. — The thought had made Judy nervous. They had been together before, but in quick moments with fits of giggling. Living together would be different. What would they do in the long gaps of silence afterwards? Would he lie beside her and squeeze his arms around her or would he leave the bed immediately with a repugnant look at the cooling wet spot. — Hugh would go to work for the dairy. They’d save money until they could move on — until they had to move on. The war couldn’t last forever, could it? The others, her parents or his, would stop looking for them after a while. The government didn’t waste much time hunting the runners. Eventually everyone would stop, and they could be together in peace. All it would take was a little courage, a three hour bus ride, and a little luck.

The bus wheezed to a stop, and the door opened. Hugh fished in his wallet for the fare and took Judy by the hand. With one last look she realized why she’d been wary of the dark. All of her life, she’d walked home through the night and never regarded it as much of anything. But she’d had somewhere to be. She’d been walking out of the dark. Judy squeezed Hugh’s hand as they stepped into the bus. The driver eyed them both, but took the money and jerked his head towards the seating. Dim lights flickered as Hugh started down the aisle towards two seats near the back. The door clanged shut. The driver waited as he watched them from a mirror above his head. Hugh took their bags and jammed them into an overhead before stepping aside to let Judy have the window seat. Keenly aware of the other passengers watching them, they settled down as quickly as they could. The bus lurched into motion, and the overhead lights flickered and went out. Judy squeezed Hugh’s hand again as they went together into the dark.

They rode in silence, their hands sometimes fumbling with each other. The further they went from their home, the more Hugh’s knees bounced. A hollow rot set in both of their stomachs as if they were waiting for something new to go wrong. How fast could one of their fathers ring up the police station? They could call ahead and have a sheriff’s car waiting at the next stop. But after twenty minutes, the next stop whizzed past the window and the bus carried on. Only once did it roll to a stop. The new passengers did little to calm Hugh’s nerves. A young man near their age plopped down in a seat beside an iron haired man in the brown shirts army men wore off base. The man in the uniform did not turn to look at Hugh, nor would he have suspected anything if he did. Nevertheless, Hugh made certain to keep his head down until they reached their destination.

Three hours and twenty minutes after they stepped on the bus, they stepped off it. Batesville. Judy thought it would look more impressive. She’d come to Batesville once as a child with her mother to buy a special dress, though she couldn’t remember the occasion or the dress. She did remember her mother’s heels clicking down the sidewalk as bright shop windows drifted by. That district was far from the bus stop though. Hugh rattled down the stairs behind her with their bags as she gazed out from the small hill to see the whole town laid out in front of her. Somewhere down in that was their small apartment waiting for them. She felt Hugh’s hand on her back, “Alright babe?”

“Sure. Just tired.”

It was late. Hugh checked his watch as the bus rolled away. “Hotel is down the hill. We’ll bunk there for the night. I’m supposed to call Marty in the morning.”

“Marty?”

“The manager at the dairy I told you about. See, that’s it over there.” Hugh pointed to the east where a large black spot sat wreathed by small lights. The warehouse seemed like a void the town grew up around. Faintly, she could see the neon glow of a Milktec Milk sign. “Come on, before you fall asleep on your feet.”

They walked down the hill briskly. The burst of activity woke Judy considerably and went a long way toward calming her nerves. She enjoyed the sense of purpose. As they rounded a slope, the hotel lights illuminated the night sky. A large “VACANCY” sign gleamed red as they approached. Hugh admired the variety of cars parked alongside the building while Judy continued to stare at the height of the neon sign. Before they went in, Hugh stopped and fished through his bag. He produced a small knot of bills. Judy had seen it before, but was still impressed. She’d never seen so much money at once any other time in her life, except maybe peeking in the till at a department store. Hugh peeled several bills from the knot before burying it back in its hiding place. He’d earned it working every summer and believed he was finally putting it to good use. He took her hand once more and led her inside.

The clerk, like the bus driver, looked them over as Hugh asked for a room. Judy worried they were about to be discovered in some way, as though her mother might step out from behind the plastic trees to snatch her by the ear and drag her home. The clerk’s skepticism subsided as Hugh plopped down the cash. After some signatures, the clerk handed them a key and pointed down the hall. Hugh led the way.

The door closed behind them as Hugh dropped their bags on the small rack near the door. Judy stepped around the corner and saw a small radio set, a sitting chair and table, a dresser, a bedside table with a phone, and a bed with the sheet turned down over a blue blanket. Her stomach fluttered. Hugh stepped in the bathroom and closed the door behind him as she moved to sit on the bed. She heard the splash of urine and could not help but picture Hugh grasping his member and sighing with relief. She knew he wouldn’t pressure her. They were tired. It had been a long and stressful night, but she knew he wanted it. More than that, she knew it made sense. They’d stolen away in the middle of the night for a quest to remain together as lovers. Why wouldn’t they?

Hugh emerged from the bathroom with his shirt balled up in his hand. His smooth chest was small, but sturdy. He had a little definition in his arms and little hair to speak of except a small streak that winnowed as it rose up to his belly button. “So, are we going to bed then? We could turn the radio on for a bit.”

She stood up and moved to him. She kissed him gently as her hand rested on the center of his chest. She could feel his cock sticking out from his jeans. It wasn’t unfamiliar to her, but this was different. They weren’t playing a game any longer. This was real now. She slipped by him and into the bathroom where she freshened up. She stripped away her clothes and strode out into the room stark naked. Hugh’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates as he drank in her form. He’d never actually seen her naked. She had small breasts with a nice form and wide hips for only nineteen. Though she was proud of her brazen behavior, she didn’t want his eyes to linger too long for fear of finding some imperfection. She clicked off the lights and climbed onto the bed.

His hands greeted her warmly and soon he shucked off his own jeans. As he fondled her breasts, she moved her hands further down his chest with a building excitement. Judy’s hand slid against his cock, and she let out a small gasp. She’d never touched it before. Her palm slid over the head and was surprised to find it wet. She gripped it and squeezed, eliciting a slight gasp from Hugh’s lips. He rolled her on to her back. She opened her legs wide for him, and he moved into position. The head of his cock pressed against her clumsily. He didn’t push forward though, instead he lowered his mouth to hers in a long wet kiss. He moved his mouth down, kissing her neck and shoulder, before moving down her breast. Judy was surprised to find the skin so sensitive or the wet touch of his lips so thrilling. His mouth closed around her nipple, and she shuddered with pleasure. He sucked long and hard before moving to the other nipple, his mouth replaced by a strong hand that greedily squeezed her breast. Before she realized what was happening, he pushed inside of her.

Hugh did not last long. After only twenty strokes, he pulled out and splattered his cum on her stomach. Each time he promised she would enjoy it more than the last. She had, but she often felt as though she was missing something. Or as though something was being snatched out of her reach at the last moment. Hugh retrieved a towel from the bathroom and cleaned her off. With a kiss, they laid down in each other’s arms. In moments, he fell asleep. Judy took a while longer as she sorted through all her different worries. Finally, as Hugh began to wheeze loudly, she slipped into sleep.

“Sure, Marty, I think she might be interested it’s only that I thought you were looking for hard labor kind of work.” Hugh had the phone to his ear and a concentrated look on his face. “Oh, that’s swell then. And for her, something secretarial maybe.”

Judy did her best not to eavesdrop, but the room was small. She was in the corner with the radio on and an ironing board pulled down from the wall. It had taken a minute to get it set up, but she was fascinated by the amenities of hotel life. On the board, she fought against the wrinkles in their clothes, determined not to walk out into the lobby wearing tattered rags. She heard the phone click down loudly, and she turned to look at Hugh. He wore only boxer shorts just as she was in a pair of underwear. She’d tried to put on Hugh’s night shirt, but he’d insisted it was only fair for both of them to be topless. Judy didn’t mind. She liked how he ogled her. “Was something wrong?”

Hugh answered, “No. Better news actually. He said they have lots of openings, even something for you if you want it. But he was telling me about the…program. Apparently demand is up.”

“The program?” Judy hadn’t the faintest idea of what he was talking about. She knew the rumors about the Milktec dairies, but those certainly couldn’t be true.

“Hucow. That’s what he said. I didn’t think they really did the stuff people always talk about, but maybe they do. He said he’d explain all the details when we got there.”

Judy suddenly felt sick. “Hugh, if those rumors are true, I don’t want to become—”

“Not you, me,” he said solemnly. “I said no flat out, of course, but then he said fifteen hundred a week.”

The number clogged in her head. It didn’t make any sense. “A week? Surely he meant…well I don’t know what he meant,” she dropped onto the bed beside him, her breasts illuminated by the light slipping in between the curtains.

“Fifteen hundred a week. More than my Dad makes in four months. That’s a lot of money to say no to, but being a bull for a dairy…not sure we’d get on well with that.”

Judy thought quickly. Without Hugh, she would have to crawl home. If Hugh didn’t have a job, the money he’d saved would be burned through in two months. Living in the hotel was one thing, but they needed clothes and food. More than that, they needed money to keep moving when people looked for them. “We can hear him out,” she said resolutely. “You’re right. It is a lot of money to say no to.”

“Marty said that if I accept, they’d take you on as well. Another thousand a week plus a percentage of production, whatever that means.”

“Milk production,” she answered. They allowed the rest of the conversation to float away unsaid. “Well, hop to it. We shouldn’t be late.”

A little less than an hour later, they arrived at the dairy. Marty greeted them and led them back to his office. He was short man who walked with a waddle. A sheen of sweat beaded at his temples, and he periodically dabbed it away with a cloth from his pocket. Watery eyes looked at the young couple from across a desk littered with folders. Judy expected to hear machinery or commotion of some sort, but for all she could tell the massive building behind the small set of offices was entirely empty, though she did note the multiple security guards. Marty spoke with a wheeze, “Now, you’re a perfect candidate. You’re the right age, clean bill of health, and all that. New recruits are harder to come by than people think.”

“What all is involved in this? For…each of us, I reckon.” Hugh sat with his hands folded in his lap and a stiff posture.

Marty’s short tongue licked at his chapped lips as his eyes flicked between the two of them. “We give you some injections. You become a little more equipped to service the hucows.” His hands fumbled over themselves on the desk. “Look, I hate talking around this stuff. Judy has Hugh told you how he knows me?” She shook her head. “He worked for my brother picking some damn fruit. Peaches? Doesn’t matter. I saw him once. Never seen anybody work as hard. I gave him my card and told him to come find me if he wanted to disappear. Showing up tells me a lot about your situations. And you two are here knowing full well what that sign out front says so at least you know a little about what goes on. I have to sugar coat this stuff to every body I meet, but that won’t do me any good here. So, with your permissions, I’m going to lay it all out as blunt as I can.”

Hugh looked to Judy. She didn’t like Marty. He had the look about him that came with relying too heavily on the bottle in his lower right hand drawer, but he was at least honest, she thought. “Go on then,” she said.

Marty relaxed somewhat. “The women are called hucows. I think you know that. I think everybody knows that, but doesn’t talk about it. Not a nice word to Mom and Pop America. The formula Milktec uses makes a woman’s breasts give milk, but not just any milk. It’s got all these nutrients and special supplements in it. The kind of stuff you think they’d make in a lab comes right out of the woman’s tit. Sorry, we don’t use nice language here either. Tits, udders, jugs, but that’s only half of the equation. A hucow gives more milk if she’s happy. And the fastest way to make a hucow happy is to give her a big fat dick.” He paused. “Should I stop?”

Judy wondered if Marty wanted to frighten or disgust them. She’d known about these things from whispered giggles for years. “No.”

“Early days they let regular old humans try to satisfy them, but that didn’t work. The serums change a lot of the anatomy of the woman, and a normal human cock can’t satisfy them any more. They’re not opposed to them, but they’re not what they crave. So they started juicing up men. Turned em into these half fuckin beasts some of the time, but it worked. Production tripled. And demand quintupled. The trick is not everybody can take the male serum. Every man with one working nut would sign up if they could, but you have to be healthy and usually younger than not. If they pumped it into me, my heart would explode. Milktec had to start catching men when they were young, but the War Department has other uses for them. So we’re left to pick up those who fall through the cracks.”

“Like me,” Hugh said softly.

“Like you. We pay extremely well. You’re free to go after a year. No one will know you’re here. You’ll tend to the herd. We can start today. Right now.”

“What about Judy?”

“Yes, what about me. I want to go where Hugh goes.”

Marty sucked his teeth. “That’s sweet. Young women aren’t so hard to come by, but we’re happy to have you. So long as you’re ok knowing that your boyfriend here will be fucking every pussy back there multiple times a day for a year. Kids too. Breeding cows give the most milk.”

The words landed like blows against her chest. She didn’t like the feel of jealousy. “It’s not a problem.” Hugh looked slightly hurt, but they’d discussed it at length in the car. Whatever was done to their bodies, nothing would change that they loved one another.

Marty pulled out a stack of papers and slapped them in front of the young couple. “Start reading. Sign it when you’re done, and I’ll hand you over to the techs.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find you the second I can. We’re doing the right thing.” A tech waited patiently as Hugh said his words of encouragement.

Judy felt calm. “I know. I’ll find you too.” It was the great answer to the problem. The feeling hung with her since the bus stop. It had festered into rot on the ride to Batesville. It had survived the attempts to scrub it away with dalliances in the hotel. They would find Hugh. He would be punished for avoiding them. A stern, gray haired man would escort him to the bus stop, and he would go to wherever Sally’s brother went. Judy would have to go back to her home. Her father would look at her somberly, and her mother would tear into her with knives thinly disguised as words. Milktec solved their problems. With a few strokes of the pen, Hugh and Judy vanished into the corporation.

She followed her own tech down to an exam room. The tech wore a set of grey surgical gowns and a mask to hide her face. “Go ahead and strip,” she commanded. Judy followed the instruction. “Now, this latest batch has been a lot more potent. You’re going to be going wild pretty quick. They should have your beau trussed up before then though, so it won’t be a problem. Sorry, dearie, I know it sounds insensitive, but you get used to it. We have to go through all this training on how to talk to the livestock. If we start treating you like friends, then we start getting ideas. I’ve seen many a girl do it. One minute she’s helping a new hucow get adjusted, and the next minute she’s strapped to a milking machine with tits the size of basketballs. You do wonder though. Ok, this goes in the hip, bend over.”

Judy bent slightly. She felt something tear through her skin followed by a searing cold spread through her body. “This is all…a little fast.”

“Sure is, hon. Boss folk like to get it pushed through as quick as possible. Girls always go through with it, but if you let them wait around and think on it, they start to want to call home or go out for a last milkshake or something. Signature to injection time is supposed to be kept to less than ten minutes. Now, have a seat, the first wave hits like a truck.”

Judy fumbled for the cold exam table. A rush of heat tore through her body. She was dimly aware of the tech moving around her. Her heart throbbed in her ears as the waves of heat rushed up and down her body. The haze of it began to clear, and she started to feel good. Her hands moved up to her breasts and squeezed. Any embarrassment she might have felt from groping herself in front of the stranger was pushed aside by an urgent desire for sex. Her mind flashed back to the previous night, with Hugh’s throbbing cock in her hand. She hummed lightly and felt herself getting wet.

The tech worked quickly. She’d seen the transformation plenty of times, and it no longer impressed her. She didn’t like to think too much about it either. Judy might as well have been drunk as the chemical cocktail worked through her system. Cells kicked into work, and new tissue started to generate. The young girl’s breasts grew, not exactly visibly, but if she looked away and back again, the difference would be notable. Sometimes the tech made bets with herself of whether or not the girl of the moment would be able to walk on two legs by the end of the day. Usually it took the first breeding before the udders got that big. She heard shouting down the hall and knew the herd’s new bull was almost ready.

Judy felt a pinch in her ear that shook her back to reality. Her breasts had tripled in size, and every inch of them felt amazing. Other changes had taken place as well. Her already wide hips had grown a bit more to support her big, round ass. The tech offered her a washcloth and pointed to her pubic area. Straining to look over her new tits, Judy saw that her pubic hair had started to fall out. With a quick wipe it all came away, leaving a smooth mound and something more. At the crest of her lower lips, a nub extended out from the folds. Curious, Judy touched it lightly, and an amazing shock of pleasure coursed through her body.

“That’s your clit,” the tech said. “They get all swollen up like that in the hucows. Don’t worry this new bull of yours will make sure it gets plenty of attention. You’re all ready. In a few minutes you’re going to feel a sort of pressure in those breasts of yours. We usually don’t take the first milk. Gets all the taste in it, but none of the supplements, so don’t worry about it. Once you’ve settled down, I’ll find you, and we’ll go through the business side of it all. Now then, let’s get you to the big show.”

Judy followed the woman down the hall. She wondered as she walked how any woman could resist joining in these sensations. Perhaps she just didn’t know. Maybe no one had explained it to her appropriately. The tension in Judy’s breasts was mounting. She toyed with her nipples as they walked, fascinated by how they thickened. They came to a stop outside a door. Inside they could both hear grunting. “Go on in,” the tech said as she opened the door. “They get a little feral after the dose, but it passes quick. Don’t be frightened.”

The sight filled Judy with a lust that she could not have understood an hour before. Hugh was chained to the wall by the wrists. His eyes were dilated to the point of being solid black. A coat of coarse hair covered most of his body, but it did not manage to hide the seething muscle underneath. He pulled at the slack chains with a ferocity that sent chills through Judy’s body. He stood still for a moment when he saw her enter, a vague look of recognition and desire. He spoke with thick tongue, “Judy?”

She would have answered, but her own desires took over her mind. Between Hugh’s legs hung a sight she didn’t think possible. The small cock she’d played with the night before was gone. In its place was a thick, leathery shaft jutting out above a set of enormous balls. Clear precum flowed freely from the tip of the massive cock. Judy salivated and felt a rush of fluid between her legs. Neither of these sensations held much of her attention as her body focused on the sudden pressure in her breasts. “Hugh. Your cock is so big and thick,” she said as she swayed over to him. “Are you going to use that to fuck all the cows in here? Oh god, will it fit in my pussy?”

As the wild feelings fading from Hugh’s mind, his cock throbbed as he listened to the girl he loved use such language. “You have udders. Big milky udders.” It was difficult to talk, and he wondered if his mouth had changed in some way. “Can you give milk yet?”

Judy squeezed her breasts and a stream of white milk dribbled out over her hands. Hugh’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he watched. She stepped closer and pulled his head down to the spurting nipple. His tongue flicked over her tit just like it had the night before, but this time she was able to reward him with a stream of rich milk. Judy quickly analyzed the situation. She could probably request the chains be removed now that his mood had soothed, but she had a quicker idea. “Kneel down.”

Hugh obeyed, his fat cock sliding against her thigh and leaving a trail of glistening fluid. She dropped to all fours in front of him, her fat tits squashed out to either side. She presented her round rump to her new bull. Hugh couldn’t believe it and groaned. She’d thought this was too dirty a position before, but now she was his breeding cow. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. His cock wedged between her pussy lips, and he could tell something was different even with his own changes. He pushed and she drank him in eagerly, swallowing up his whole length as the walls stretched around his girth. Both of them moaned. Judy no longer had to squeeze for the milk to come. Instead it flowed freely, pooling on the ground underneath her.

Whatever emotions Hugh had for Judy moved aside. He was the bull, and she was his cow in heat. Roughly he started to slam into her over and over again. The sight of her ass quaking with each push delighted him. He could feel his cum welling up in his newly enlarged balls. Judy could sense it as well. She needed to be bred. She wanted to feel what it was like to have her bull’s hot seed spurting inside of her. She wanted him to get her pregnant so her belly would swell to the size of her fat tits. She could strap into a milking machine while her stomach wobbled underneath her. She would stay like that, her udders being drained over and over as Hugh came and went as he pleased, leaving heavy deposits of his hot cum inside of her while he went off to pump his cum into the other hucows. His balls slapped forward with momentum, whacking against her engorged clit and sending electric shocks through her body. That amazing point she’d never reached was closer than ever. She started to murmur, “don’t stop” over and over again, but over the wet slap of skin against skin and the rankle of his chains, Hugh did not hear her. All he could focus on was the heat surrounding his cock and the churning pressure in his balls.

He roared and shoved his length deep inside of Judy. Gouts of cum erupted inside of her, and Judy’s world locked. Her body went rigid as thousand of tiny explosions rippled through her body. Absolute divine pleasure, rapturous and ecstatic, coursed through her body. She could feel ever inch of herself, she could feel Hugh’s cock spraying her pussy full of cum, and she could feel her udders gushing milk out onto the floor beneath her. Wave after wave came and went and still Hugh’s cum pumped into her. It filled her up until it started to gush out around his cock. Finally, it stopped. Hugh rested on his haunches, his cock still stuffed into the creamy hole. “I think we might like it here.”

Judy cooed at him from the puddle of milk. She ran a finger in it and brought it up to her mouth. It tasted sweet. “I think so, too.”

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