Next up in the 2nd round of interviews and exams was cow Jenny, a 35 year old, self-described BBW. She told me that in high school she weighed 130 pounds but over the years had put considerable weight on her 5'3" frame and now weighed in at 250 pounds. Her breasts were 40DD in size and she had a big round ass, a big round stomach, hefty thighs and big rosy cheeks on her cheerful round face. She had short, blonde, curly hair that looked natural.
I went through the standard questions and she seemed to be responding well to the supplements though she noted an increase in appetite, which I assured her was normal and nothing to worry about. I asked her to go into the exam room and undress.
I knocked, then entered to see her standing with the obviously too small gown wide open in front. Her big breasts looked magnificent as I approached her. Glancing down I saw she wore no panties and her blonde bush matched her head hair. I had her get on the scale and noted her weight was now 255 pounds, up 5 pounds from 2 weeks ago. She blushed on hearing that saying she'd been eating more since starting my supplements.
Next I measured her breasts and performed the manual exam. Lifting the left one first I encircled it with both hands then used the cloth tape measure to get the circumference which had gone up a full inch. I did the same on her right tit and got the same result. They were growing nicely and felt full when I held one in each hand. I pinched both nipples and was pleased to see a drop of milk appear on each. "Let's get you up on the milking bench, Jenny," I said, "these teats need to be drawn down and emptied."
She nodded meekly as I turned her around, one hand on her big ass to guide her towards the bench. It was rated for a maximum of 300 pounds so for now I was certain she could safely be milked on it. But I made a note to look into ordering a heavier duty bench if her weight kept increasing.
After helping her up onto the bench I secured her ankles, which were surprisingly dainty given her overall appearance. Next I secured her wrists and finally the chin rest was adjusted to hold her head upright. She had been cooperative but had not spoken during the process. I stepped back to check that everything looked fine then reached for a stainless steel pail that I placed under her closer teat. I brought my milking stool alongside the bench and sat down in line with her heavy, hanging udders. "Jenny", I said, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly," when you're up on the milking bench your only job is to relax, do you understand?" She nodded compliantly as she gazed out the window into the garden. "Take a deep breath then let it out slowly," I advised her. Once she had done so I encircled her teat at the base, both squeezing and pulling downwards, working her milk towards the nipple. She groaned and even tried to shift a bit but the restraints held her in place. "Easy, girl," I cautioned her, "as soon as your milk starts to flow you'll feel much better."
I had her take another breath to relax her, then resumed the process. Soon we were rewarded by the sound of her milk hitting the bottom of the pail when I squeezed her nipple firmly. She winced at first, then gave a happy sigh as the milk started filling the pail. When the first was empty I shifted the pail under the 2nd breast and repeated the process pleased with her production. I then removed the pail and placed it on the nearby table to deal with after Jenny went to get dressed.
First I lowered the chin rest and moved it out of the way. Then I reached for the closer wrist restraint but before I could undo it she asked, " "Can you leave those on for a bit longer, Dr. Bob?"
"Sure, Jenny," I said. Staring at her large figure on the milking bench. Without the chin rest, Jenny lowered her face and tits to the benchtop, her big ass still raised up behind her. I had never dated, much less fucked, a BBW but seeing her ass up on the bench like that did create a bit of a bulge in my pants. Jenny's face was at my crotch level as she commented, " Are you a BBW fan, Dr. Bob, or is that a stethoscope in your pants?"
