Charitable: Milktec Industries Presents

The morning sun cut through the windshield, a hot blade pressed against Fred Holt’s gut. He hoped the road would turn or curve, but it never did. Hard to even call it a road, more of a dirt trough cut through unending fields of plants he didn’t recognize. The town sat on the horizon for the last hour, starting out a speck and growing into barely distinguishable buildings. Holt dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief, cursed the sun, and sped up.

Of all the remote communities he’d visited, Ezekiel Rise was definitely the worst off. It was hard to believe that a few hours away was a bustling city full of people from all over the world. In Ezekiel Rise, it seemed more likely that golems had risen up to tend the earth due to the lack of attention from society. Holt saw no sign of life as he rolled into the small group of buildings that constituted Ezekiel Rise’s town center. The church seemed the best off, desperately in need of a coat of paint and a new roof. Holt spotted a man dozing on an old stool in the gas station. The other two buildings seemed abandoned altogether. This wasn’t his stop, though.

The map wouldn’t help him any further. He brought out the note from his case and glanced at it. “Drive until you see a pine cross. Turn right, drive until you see two houses. Mr. and Mrs. Pittman.” Holt sighed and eased on the gas again. Another twenty minutes passed before he arrived at the two shacks. A young man stepped off the porch as Holt put the car in park. He gathered his bag and shouted a hello.

“You the Milktec man?” the young man called, far enough away to be mistrusting.

Holt wiped his brow again. “Ah, yes, Fred Holt. Milktec Charitable Outreach. I’m looking for Mr. Lee Pittman or Mrs. Ella Pittman.”

The young man’s face broke into a relieved grin. He made a quick jog which ended with his hand shoved into Holt’s. “Lee Pittman, pleased to meet you.”

“Fred Holt, as I said. Relieved to be here. Quite the drive.”

Lee looked past him. “Can’t be too bad in a nice machine like that,” he said.

Holt realized Lee spoke about the dilapidated company car. “Oh, yes. Not too terrible, just long. Is your wife here?”

“Yeah, she’s inside. You need help with anything? Need me to carry somethin?”

“No, thank you. We can get on with it, if you like. Lead the way.”

Lee’s tanned cheeks darkened slightly. “Right like that? Ok then, this way.”

Holt followed him into the larger of the two houses. The inside was surprisingly cool, much to Holt’s relief. The door led in to a small sitting room, but Lee waved for him to follow through to the rear of the house. Ella waited for them in the kitchen. She surprised Holt, forcing him to look back at Lee. “Huh,” he grunted. Usually, the charity cases looked like they’d lived a hard life. Ella didn’t. She was rosy cheeked with curled locks of black framing a fresh, pretty face. She wore a blue dress which likely cost more than the house around her. It tied at the waist with a white ribbon. Lee, too, was a handsome fellow. The dust and grime on him kept Holt from noticing at first, but he could see where a fine man would exist after a thorough scrub and a decent meal. He offered his hand to the lady of the house.

“Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Holt,” she said. “Means the world to a lot of folks.”

“I go where they tell me,” he answered, letting his hand pull anxiously at his shirt, trying to let the cool air reach his skin. “Shall we sit and get started?”

“Yeah, go on and have a seat,” Lee said, pointing at the small table. He went and pulled out the other chair for his wife as Holt sat down. “Is this ok? Will she need to lie down?”

The smell of soap distracted Holt. He figured Ella had spent the previous day rubbing the house raw to prepare for his approach. He liked it better when his visits didn’t treat him like royalty. “No,” he answered. “Simple injection into the arm. We need to chat a little first.” He waited a moment for Lee to find a chair, but quickly realized the couple didn’t own another. Holt tried to fill the pause by shuffling out a set of papers. The last thing he brought out was a small, black case. It clacked ominously on the table between himself and Ella.

“That’s the stuff, huh?” Lee asked, voice wondrous.

“Mmm? Yes. Patented Milktec formula. Let’s get to it then. First, I’ll go over some things which you put on your application form. Ahem, you’re volunteering as Mrs. Ella Pittman to receive an injection for the community of Ezekiel Ridge, roughly one hundred persons. That all sound right?”

“Yes, sir,” Lee answered.

“Apologies, I need Mrs. Pittman to answer.”

“Yes,” she squeaked. Her eyes didn’t leave the case.

Holt nodded, checking a box on his form. “Have you established a method of distribution? I mean, how are you going to take the milk to everyone? Either of you can answer now.”

Ella spoke up first, “The other wives and women have bottles. We’ve got two big jugs. They hold ten gallons each. Lee’s going to take the cart around and deliver to folks. Some are gonna come meet him at Gentry’s. That’s the general store up the road.”

“That’s fine,” Holt said, checking another box. “Milktec milk keeps well for several days, longer than cow’s milk, but it does go bad without pasteurization. Keeps longer in an icebox. We’ve measured your dosage to provide enough milk for the community with a little overage.” He glanced at Lee, expecting to see the familiar scowl of a jealous husband. Lee had his arms folded, knotting the fingers of one hand nervously, but showed no contempt. “For your service to the community, you will be granted a stipend of fifty dollars per month.”

He watched the two smile. It was a fortune to them, and nothing to Milktec. The benevolent corporation swooping in to provide new income and stable food supplies to all these remote farming communities was the same corporation driving down the value of farm products with a higher quality and more easily produced food alternative. Instead of thanking Holt and taking the money, they should have been burning down Milktec factories. But, Holt knew the future to come. He heard the rumors. He knew how many serums existed. Milktec was the future, one way or the other.

“I need you to sign here,” he said, pushing the form across the table. As Ella took the pen and wrote her name, he continued, “You understand what will happen after the injection?”

“Yes, sir,” she said. “The lady who came around the first time explained all of it.”

“Good. I do have to review some of it for regulation purposes, but some times its hard to focus for people about to get injections. I like to know you’ve been told everything and have had the time to sit with it.” He picked up the case and opened it. The syringe and bottle came out of the cotton stuffed case. “The dose you’re receiving will activate roughly thirty minutes to an hour after the injection. The changes will occur quickly. It’s recommended to wear loose clothing or no clothing at all.” He paused to look at Lee. “Are you comfortable with me speaking frankly, Mr. Pittman?”

“What’s that?” he asked, stirred from deep thought. “Oh, sure. Sure, you go on and say everything you need to. I don’t get worked up. I know some fellas get worked up about this, but…not me. Military man, after all. What’s got to be done and said just needs to be done and said. No point mincing.”

Holt’s eyebrow raised. “Military? Your file didn’t mention…and you’re only twenty-one.”

“Discharged,” Ella said, softly. “Honorably.”

Holt noticed the knotting of fingers again. “I see. Apologies for prying. Where was I? The changes, that’s it. No clothing is preferred as the changes are not limited to the bust. Your breasts will quadruple in size. The nipples will expand as well and grow more sensitive to touch. Additionally, the rest of your body will accrue weight, primarily in the hips and buttocks. You will also find some minor alterations to your genitalia. Labia will increase in size, become lubricated more easily, and your clitoris will grow slightly more pronounced.”

“Clitoris? What’s that?” Ella asked, looking at Lee. Her husband shrugged as well.

Holt wiped the sweat from the back of his neck. “Ah, it is a small bundle of nerves at the top of your labia, usually somewhat hidden underneath a sort of hood. You might think of it as a button or simply the spot that feels good to rub during intercourse.” He tried to make an expression that demonstrated enough embarrassment and politeness to diffuse the situation. He saw a dawning of understanding on Ella’s face and decided to press on. “All of these changes will occur within a ten minute span once the serum reaches a tipping point in your system. Over time, you will develop additional muscle to support your body’s structure changes.”

“So it don’t take days? Just minutes?” Lee asked.

“That’s right, Mr. Pittman. Your wife will be a hucow by lunchtime.”

Lee grinned bashfully. “Ah, gee. We thought it would take a while. Guess you won’t be going to church on Sunday, Ella.”

She grinned, “I’ve been working on my clothes. This is my only dress left that will fit me until after. Will I be able to go out soon? I mean, will I need to rest?”

“No,” Holt shook his head. “You’ll be fit and ready to go. If anything, you’ll have an excess of energy. Most women do spend some time to themselves after the change, but nothing will prohibit you from going to church.” He paused to read the side of the vial as he filled the syringe. He clicked his tongue. “This is formula H18.”

“Is that bad?” Lee asked.

“No,” Holt returned the vial to the case. “It’s almost the same as the other varieties with one exception. Ella, your milk will come in near the end of the changes. You’ll feel a shift of pressure in your breasts. Now, you may have seen other young mother’s milk, but Milktec formula isn’t like that. Milktec Milk isn’t watery like normal human milk. It’s thick and richer than it is sweet. You’d recognize the difference in taste right away if you compared the two. Almost all of what you produce will be white and similar to cow’s milk, maybe a little thicker depending on how much water you drink, and you should drink a lot. Some of what you produce though will be a little different.

“Normal breastfeeding will give milk and something called colostrum. Colostrum has stuff in it that’s good for growing babies, but it only gets in the way for hucows. Our scientists have worked out a few different ways of getting around the breasts producing it. Most of the formulas change the way its made altogether to make more milk. H18 doesn’t do that. Honestly, it’s a cheaper version to produce. Safe and good, but without all the bells and whistles of the ones we use in factories. What this will do is take that process of making colostrum and turn it into a way to dump what we call H18 protein antagonists.”

Lee nodded along as if receiving sage wisdom. Ella kept her eyes on the syringe with a pained worry on her face. “I don’t understand what that means,” she said, quietly.

“That’s ok. Here’s what you need to know,” Holt answered. “From time to time, probably about once a day, the normal pressure in your breasts will feel different. Our other hucows describe it like feeling one pressure push the other out of the way. All of them say you’ll know it exactly when you feel it. When you milk that out, you need to keep it separate from the other milk supply you give out to the community. You’ll be able to tell from its color. Milktec Milk is nearly pure white, but the H18 pro— this other stuff will be closer to a cream color. Collect it and dispose of it. Don’t drink it.” He stood up, syringe in hand, and Lee caught his eye. He looked back at Ella. “It’s important to pay attention to that feeling. If you’re…doing other things, and you think you’re about to express some of it, don’t let it be drank.”

“I understand,” she said.

He stepped around the table and pulled up her sleeve. “Good. When you have that stuff collected, water it down, and either dump it or feed it to livestock or cats or whatever. Won’t affect them at all, only humans.”

“What happens if a human drinks it?” Lee asked.

Holt cleaned the spot on Ella’s arm. He cleared his throat, “There’s a chance of triggering an unintended genetic shift. Similar to taking one of the formula. It’s rare, but we advise caution. Ella, small pinch.” The needle slipped in her arm. She winced as the chemicals flooded into her blood stream. The needle withdrew. Holt put a bandage over the spot as he smiled, “Great job. That’s all it takes.”

Lee looked at the clock. “Ten after ten,” he said, the sound of a mental timer beginning in his voice.

“I’ll gather up and get out of your way,” Holt said. He knew it best to be gone well before the shift began. “A service team member will check on you both in a few weeks, making sure everything is going well. If you have an issue before then, contact us at this number.” He slipped a card into Lee’s hand. “Ma’am,” he nodded at Ella and didn’t wait to leave the room.

Lee trotted after him muttering a series of thanks. “We surely do appreciate it, mister.”

“Don’t mention it,” Holt said, tossing his bag into the car. “Ah, Mr. Pittman, some advice, man to man. I’ve worked with hucows for a while now. Your wife is doing a noble thing, volunteering to help feed the community. She will be a bit different, though. You’ll see as the days go by. Her mood will draw you in. Some people lose themselves in it. Keep yourself busy outside of the house when she doesn’t need you to help milk. Get out to the other houses as much as you can, talk with normal folk. I’ve seen many a man lose themselves entirely in their hucow.”

Lee grinned, a boyish charm in his smile. “I love her. I’ve been losing myself to her since our first dance. Don’t reckon this could be much different.”

Holt nodded and gave the younger man a pat on the shoulder. The two said goodbye, and Holt returned to the road. He passed the church and the gas station, where the sole attendant remained nodding on his stool. In the distance, he spotted other shacks which presumably housed the other families. Any of them would have greeted Holt like a savior. “H18,” he said with derision. “Might as well have delivered a fucking plague.”

Ella paced nervously beside their bed. Things had not turned out like she expected. She had Lee, everything else went to shit. When they eloped, against their parents wishes, they planned on Lee’s army salary to keep her afloat while he served his stint. His episode brought a sudden end to his training and left him standing at a bus stop with two hundred dollars and no prospects. The money went to buy the lease on their house, as much as it shamed Lee to do it. They had no where else to go, and it seemed a good deal. Except the price of crops kept going down, and making a living off a section of rented field got harder by the day. What money they could make went to buying food or medicine or clothes. Still, it wasn’t until they learned how everyone else around them lived the same way that they decided to do something about it.

She took off her dress carefully. She didn’t mention it to the Milktec man, but it was the one she used as a wedding dress. She couldn’t bring herself to let it out like she had the other three. In her shift, she went to the kitchen to look at their clock. It kept decent time, and read half past ten. Peeking out of the window, she saw Lee in the tub, scrubbing away the morning’s grime. She wanted him to get a bath in before Mr. Holt arrived, but Lee didn’t have time. He barely made it back from the field at all. Ella grinned as her husband stood up. He was scrawny and withered, but still handsome. The cold water did a wonder on his dick, shrinking it to nothing but a small nub with a tight set of balls underneath. Ella blushed and went back to their bedroom.

She tested the size of her undergarments, wondering if she could keep them on. She didn’t mind being naked in the light with Lee. Not normally, at least. With the body she knew, it didn’t make any difference to her whether he saw her small breasts or not. He liked it, so why not. But, with a new body, she didn’t know. What if he didn’t like it? What if she changed and he didn’t love her any more? She knew from the stories how big some of the hucow women got. She also knew that men never once minded. With that as a comforting thought, she pulled off the remaining clothes and climbed into their bed, leaving the quilt off herself to stay cool.

Her pose put a grin six miles wide on Lee’s face when he came into the room wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and a wet mop of hair. “Damn, if that’s not the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.” His eyes roved up and down her body, relishing the chance to see his wife’s pussy on daylight display. The chilling effect of cold water lost its hold quickly in the heat of the day and of the moment. Yet, he tried to restrain himself, even as his cock swelled to its full size. “Has it started? It’s been a half hour.”

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I feel normal.”

“I have an idea of how to pass the time,” Lee said, shucking off his boxers. He climbed on the bed, lying flat on his stomach and wrapping his arms around her thighs. With a hard yank, he pulled her closer to him. She peered down as he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked her slit. He paused, “So, clitoris, huh?” His tongue pushed between her lips, licking up. “Guess that’s why you wiggle when I do this.” His tongue flattened as he pressed his mouth against her mons. He thought he felt something like a small nub press back against his tongue as her whole body lurched against him. He smiled, took a deep breath, and dove into her wonderful scent, lapping happily.

Ella wriggled on the bed, a sheen of sweat spreading over her body. Her chest tingled with a strange ache, something like nerves coming to life after a pinch. Lee’s mouth between her legs always delighted her, but for the first time, it felt like she was building to something from the lashes and licks of his tongue. She came sometimes when they fucked. Almost only when she got to be on top, which didn’t happen too often due to her own proclivities. The tingling grew stronger as the ache spread down to her core. She wanted to be filled. One hand rubbed at her breasts, attempting to massage out the feeling, while the other grabbed the wet hair on her husband’s head and held him against her pussy. “Use your fingers,” she hissed at him. “It’s starting.”

His eyes flashed up for a second. With some effort not to aggravate Ella’s vice grip on his hair, he put enough room between her pussy and his mouth to wet his fingers. They slipped inside her with ease. Her thighs shook and pressed against his head, and Lee grew aware of the ache of his cock as it leaked precum onto the bed. He wanted to watch, but his wife’s trembling body enthralled him and kept him at his task.

The waves of heat rolled through Ella. Her face broke into a laughing smile as she tried to comprehend the feelings. She let go of Lee’s hair to bring both her hands to her breasts. Hefting them together, she felt the odd pulse of growing flesh. Almost imperceptible to the watching eye, her tits grew. From slopped, small buds they grew into heavy, round teardrops. Her nipples bulged on the peaks of the growing mountains, dark pink against the otherwise pale flesh. They kept growing until she could no longer see Lee between her thighs. Her whimpering drew his attention, but she didn’t mind. The aching emptiness inside her suddenly took second place to the feelings in her new breasts.

“Holy shit,” Lee muttered as he crawled up her body. His calloused hand gingerly touched the underside of her right breast. She grabbed his hand with a snatch of her own, pressing it hard against her body. His thumb naturally moved to her nipple, dragging along the areola and causing her to moan. He squeezed and watched her body jerk from pleasure. Her eyes opened, glazed and dreamy. She smiled at him and let her tits wobble back and forth. Ella pulled at his arm, and Lee took the hint. He lowered his mouth to her free nipple, slurping the throbbing flesh into his lips.

Ella wanted to crawl away and also never move. She wanted all of it to stop and for it to go on forever. The sensations rippled up and down her body. They grew in intensity in random spikes as floods of hormones released into her body. She shifted her hips, making room for her thickened ass. When she focused, she could see the wide eyes of her husband as he experienced her growth from inside his mouth. She needed more. Her knees knocked into him, gripping his hips and pulling him down. Lee understood and flexed his hips forward.

His cock pushing against her dripping folds reignited a new wave of pleasure. It thrummed in her, forcing its way up through her body and out her throat in a choking moan. “Yes, please, fuck me.” She rasped, holding his mouth against her breast. Lee moved, his taut body poised with a care not to lean on her or disturb her. With gentle motions, he slid the head of his cock up and down her slit. Her legs wrapped around him, crossing her ankles above his ass. “No, fuck me!”

Lee gasped as he was pulled hard against her. His cock pushed entirely inside her in one stroke, the base slapping against the wet lips. Their shock lapsed into low groans. He let go of her breast, planting his hands on either side of her in the bed. She wanted him to fuck her. The thought reverberated in his brain. He’d used guttural language with her a few times, but she’d never uttered a syllable worse than his name during sex. It dawned on Lee what Mr. Holt meant when he said women changed. Lee worked his hips, thrusting into her as hard as he could. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like this?”

“Harder,” she moaned, grabbing at his back. “It’s coming. I can feel it.” She craned her neck up, watching her own breasts wobbled back and forth with the momentum of her husband’s strokes. Without any more warning, a sudden gushing feeling moved to the front of her new, giant tits. Her hands came up in response and squeezed, pressing her thumbs against her nipples. Milk shot straight up, spraying against her husband’s chest. The rolling wave of pleasure erupted, exploding into an overwhelming orgasm. Lee moaned as warm milk splashed against him, shoved his cock fully inside her, and came harder than ever before. Thick gouts of cum flooded inside her as she bucked and moaned.

After the third pulse of his cock, he dropped on top of her, mouth covering one of the gushing nipples. His tongue swirled around the erect bud as he sucked, draining her udder of her first milk. As he did, she felt the hardness return to his cock. She smiled, watched the flow from her free nipple slow, and scooped up a loose drop to bring to her mouth.

They did not leave the bed for the next few hours except for water, which Lee insisted she drink in an alarming amount, and the milk cans. Her first milking was a little awkward before it was pleasurable. She hung from the side of the bed with one of the jugs positioned under her. Lee knelt beside her and gently tugged her nipples until thick streams of milk filled the can. Once Ella relaxed, she felt comfortable letting her hands wander while Lee took care of the milking. Rubbing her newly fat ass or playing with her plumped pussy made the time go quickly. Once she felt empty, she pulled Lee into the bed with her.

After the fourth time, Lee laid beside her as she pawed at his cock. “It’s…I need some time,” he said, bashfully. His hands rubbed her shoulders, making small invisible patterns with his fingertips. She tried to hide her frustration and enjoy her husband’s attention, but it wasn’t enough.

“Your fingers then,” she insisted. “I need it.”

He acquiesced, letting his hand trail down her stomach until it reached her pussy. Ella wasted no time, pushing his mouth down to her nipple with one hand and guiding his hand into her with the other. The fingers inside her brought some relief. Her husband suckling at her breast only added to the frustration. Eventually, she managed to use her hand in addition to Lee’s inside her to reach a small orgasm, cutting the edge off her horniness for a few moments. Lee seemed relieved as he kissed her shoulder and slid away.

“I’ll get the other bucket,” he said, grabbing his clothes. “And I should probably get the cart ready for tomorrow morning. I’ll come back in to milk you soon.”

“Don’t stay gone long,” she whimpered, hoping her voice conveyed love instead of pathetic need. She doubted he remembered promising to stay with her the whole day after the change. His mood didn’t seem right, though. Surely, this was all a man could want. Lee was always the more amorous of the two. He liked to slap her bottom or playfully squeeze her breasts when he came in from the field. But, she’d never fucked him four times in a row before, and she didn’t understand how astounding that number was.

Without him, she grew restless. The sheets became a mess from their coupling and her stray milk. They anticipated it and prepared their other set of linens. With the bed stripped and remade, Ella gathered the dirty linen and went out back. The sun made her skin tingle slightly. She worried about a burn, but the idea of being naked outside seemed fine and good. The closest neighbor was two miles away. Nothing but crows and clouds could see her as she drew the water in the washing tub. She could hear the rattle of metal coming from around the house.

“Jesus, woman,” Lee yelled when he spied his wife, ass out squatting over a wash tub. He wheeled around to look for peeping Toms. “What in hell are you doing?”

In reply, she lifted up the sheets. Some of the water splashed on her naked udders. The refreshing coolness excited her. She shook her breasts back and forth, happy to feel them jiggle in the sun. For a moment, it seemed Lee would charge her, throw her to the ground and mount her. The tension in his body relaxed. His hang grabbed at his crotch as he swore and stalked away. Ella frowned and went back to washing.

Shortly after she draped the sheets on the clothes line, she felt an odd change in her breasts. Waddling to the kitchen, she pulled down one of their glasses. Positioning her breast over it, she milked herself, watching the liquid fill the glass slowly. Like a switch flipping, the feeling left one breast and remained in the other. She repeated until the glass was half full and both breasts were free of the bizarre pressure. She looked at the glass carefully, wondering about the color.

“Now what’re you up to?” Lee asked as he stepped in through the front.

She turned, happy to see his eyes staring at her ass. “I think this is what that fellow was talking about.” She held up the glass. “The weird milk. You’re supposed to dump it.”

Lee’s brow furrowed. “Yeah, ok. You get back in the bed. I’m about ready to go again.” He tried to smile. To better make his point, he walked to her and lifted one of her udders before kissing her forehead and giving her rump a slap. “I love you,” he said. “And I’d do anything to make you happy.”

“I know,” she said. “Sorry if I need too much. I think it’ll pass. You’re really ready? I can use my mouth if that helps. It’s just, Lee, it’s changed so fast. This morning I didn’t even think about sex, but now. I’m naked! And my…I’m wet down there. I’ve been wet since it started. It’s all I can do to stop myself from touching it. And I want —”

“It’s ok,” Lee said, holding her hands. “You’re as beautiful as ever, and I’ll do what I need, what a husband should. Just needed a little break, that’s all. Go on, get in there now.”

He waited till his wife left the room. Even with his energy and virility fully expended, the sight of her stirred something primal in his head. He could see her fat udders from the front. With an hour gone by, she would be brimming with milk again. And her ass was perfectly shaped, a thick cushion to ram his body against as he fucked her. Lee sighed and looked at the glass. “Rumors,” he whispered. “Snake oil, most likely. Plain milk is all it is.” In his brief army stint, he heard about men juiced with Milktec formula. It made them more animal than man, more cock than brain. “I’d do anything,” he said and downed the full glass.

Ella waited in the bedroom. Minutes ticked by, and she grew restless. Her udders ached. Sitting upright was getting less comfortable, and she suspected they might still be growing. Lying on her front was better, but the growing pressure made that uncomfortable, too. She grabbed a pillow. Tucking it under her chin, she stuck her ass up in the air. It wasn’t perfect, but it let her pussy have a cool breeze on it while her breasts weren’t pushed down on anything. She could rest her head, too. Her hand snaked down to its new, natural position between her engorged lips. She stroked mindlessly while she waited.

Time passed, longer than she could track in the daze of her change. She roused from her stupor when she heard a noise. Heavy footsteps thudded from the kitchen to their small room. She propped herself up on her arms to look back at Lee. The man in the doorway startled her until she saw the cock between his legs. Her pussy quivered with anticipation. Lee stepped into the light, a full formed chunk of muscle and sinew with a crazed look in his eye. The dick between his legs was three times the size it should have been. The massive sack beneath it hung heavy with cum. “What did you do?” she asked.

A wicked smile spread over his face. “I said I’d do anything. I love you. You’re my hucow, so I’m your bull.” As he spoke, his enhanced cock swelled to its full length. He strode over to her and grabbed her ass with both hands. Pulling her cheeks apart, he watched her asshole pucker as her pussy lips spread. “What do you want me to do?” he asked.

Some old thoughts in her mind rattled. She considered getting help. The man said something about calling for help if one of them drank the wrong milk. But that would mean she would lose her new cock toy. “Fuck me, hard. Breed your cow.” She bit her lip and waited. The fat dick head pushed against her, smearing precum on her slit until it popped inside her. The head alone stretched her walls. When Lee thrust into her, she thought she might pass out from ecstasy. Her cunt stretched, each relenting movement a burst of new pleasure as her walls gripped her new bull.

“Yeah, take that fat bull cock, you fucking cow,” Lee grunted as he curved against her. His hands found her udders, pawing them as he slid into her inch by inch. “Pour milk for me. Get my hands wet with your fucking titties, cow.” As he spoke, the rich cream oozed from her nipples, pooling in his hands. Happily, he smeared it into her tits, roughly rubbing her nipple as she grunted and shook. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re never gonna do anything but waddle around with a cum filled belly and cum soaked thighs.” He leaned back, giving her rump a hard slap as her milk sprayed freely. He picked up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. As the wet smack of skin against skin echoed in the small room, he took greedy handfuls of her ass, squeezing and pulling to his delight. When his balls tightened, he moved his hands up to her hips and took hold of her with his new strength. “Moo when you cum, cow,” he said. “Moo, you fucking cow!”

“Moooooooooooo,” she bellowed. The sound reverberated in her chest, thumping along with the burst of orgasm as Lee flooded her with potent cum. Her milk gushed. As the pleasure passed, she worried about the waste. She collapsed forward and rolled to her side. Cum rushed out of her stretched pussy lips while Lee hovered over her. His cock remained at full attention as he leaned down and sucked her leaking breast into his mouth. “Lee, the milk is supposed to feed everyone…”

“It will,” he said, sliding her to her back. His cock slipped into her without any resistance. “I’ve been thinking. We need more of your special milk.”

“What for?” she moaned, her body once again starting its crescendo.

“Expanding the herd.”

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