When Jenny woke up, she found herself in a bed. A really comfortable bed. She almost didn't want to open her eyes but she needed to talk to Dr. Tryst. She wanted to thank him for being so kind to her. The first thing she realized when she opened her eyes was that she wasn't in the exam room anymore. Then she realized she was still naked. She scrambled to pull the blanket over her exposed breasts but found that they were much bigger than she expected. What used to be a D cup was now triple or quadruple in size. They were full too. She squeezed one of her nipples and her eyes widened as she watched a small stream of milk squirt out of them.
Jenny was shaken from her shocked state by a knock on the door. She scrambled to cover herself as the door opened.
"Miss Parsins, I'm James. I'm your farmhand for today." A tall man with dark hair and kind eyes walked around the door. Jenny wanted to just roll over and die right there.
"Where is Dr. Tryst?" Jenny asked. Her voice wobbled a bit. She tried to keep the tears at bay but she was just so scared. She was also SO naked.
"Dr. Tryst is tending to a bull. You probably won't see him again until your next checkup in a few days. I'll be taking care of you for at least today if not the week." James smiled a little. "I know you're new but you'll get used to it."
"Where are my clothes?" Jenny asked cautiously.
"You don't have any. And you really won't have more than a robe or dress should you choose to wear one. You are a cow now. You don't wear clothes." He paused realizing why she asked. "And I've seen it all before, hun. You don't need to hide anything from me." He winked and held out his hand. Jenny stood and dropped her sheet, watching James carefully.
"What's going to happen?" Jenny asked. She was still trying to cover herself a bit with her hands. She had given up on covering her leaky tits and focused on covering her bare pussy. She had just shaved before coming to the interview.
"Well, I'm sure you can tell you're producing." James gestured to her engorged breasts. "It's time for me to milk you." Jenny's pussy clenched when he said that. She really liked the sound of that. "Come this way, we're gathering cows in the dining area." James motioned for her to follow him. Jenny followed him into a hallway filled with doors just like hers. All of them had names and numbers. Her's was Jenny: 312. She decided that would be a good thing to remember. They walked past quite a few doors before Jenny started to hear hushed whispering. They came through a double door at the end of the hallway and Jenny saw at least 20 other girls there. All of them had enormous breasts and wide hips just like her. There were farmhands scattered about as well, keeping to the edges of the group. James told her to go stand with the others and then went off somewhere.
Jenny shuffled around, trying to conserve as much modesty as she could. She noticed that a few of the girls were doing the same, covering either their large breasts or their vaginas which were in various states of hair growth. Most of the girls stayed uncovered and even pushed their breasts out and presented themselves. Jenny assumed these women had been here longer. A few more minutes passed, a couple of girls joining the herd of women in the dining area, before one of the farmhands stepped up on a table to address everyone..
"Alright ladies, we'll be heading to the barn now. For those of you who are new, I'm Kyle. The barn is downstairs and out the back. Once we get there we will help you to your individual milking stations. On a normal day you will head there on your own. If you miss a milking session you will be punished. We milk at 7AM, 11AM, 3PM and 7PM. If you need to be milked between those times find a farmhand and we will assist you. We are currently on floor 3 for those of you who do not know. It is currently 6:45AM. I know that this process is really disorienting for the new cows, I'd like to ask that our older cows help our newbies through the week." Kyle blew out a long breath and looked around, counting. "Okay well everyone is accounted for. Everyone follow me." Kyle hopped off the table and began walking away. Jenny looked through the rows of women anxiously, unsure how the cows who had been here longer felt about having new cows around. She noticed that several of the more experienced cows had cowbells around their necks and tags in their earlobes. Jenny wondered if that was something they chose.
As they walked Jenny tried to keep her head down, some of the other new girls tried to start conversations with her but she was just too overwhelmed to talk to them. They took the stairs down to the first floor and walked through another hallway to a set of double glass doors that led out into the fields. She recognized the stone walls that she had marveled at coming in. The barn sat across the field and Jenny felt even more naked on the trek to the barn than she had the whole rest of the way. They got there and the farmhands threw open the large barn doors. Kyle stopped everyone and addressed the group again.
"Okay, newbies in the back, vets in the front. Ladies who have been here for more than a week, you may go ahead and find your milking stations." The majority of the women surged forward, eager to start milking. There were about 5 women left after everyone had settled. "Alright then, for our new cows. You have already met your assigned farmhands, they will be assisting you with milking for this week. After that you will be randomly assigned a farmhand and may even have multiple farmhands at any point in time. Each of you has a stall marked with your name. Please go in and find your stall. Farmhands, help them get hooked up and ready to go." Kyle marched his way into the barn which was full of mechanical pumping sounds and various moos and moans. Jenny could feel herself growing wetter and wetter as she stepped into the barn. There were wooden animal stalls lined up in rows and there had to be at least 100 of them. Many were unoccupied. She could see women being roughly fucked by farmhands as a strange machine milked their breasts. Each woman was held in a doggy style position, bent over a metal bar with leather straps around their waists, necks, arms and legs. The neck and arm straps were attached to another metal bar that was held onto their waist bar by a chain. Jenny felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around to see James. He wordlessly led her to a stall with a white erase board that had her name on it.
