The red sun hung low over the city skyline; casting long shadows from the skyscrapers & lampposts. The evening closed in and swarms of people spilled out of their workplaces in a fight to get home after another repetitive day. The late summer had come to an abrupt end as a sudden cold-front swept across the region. The days had grown noticeably shorter and the warm kiss of the August air suddenly gave way to a crisp bite of the September chill; announcing fall to be well underway.
Beneath the street surface, the huge-bosomed women of the Hucow Barn continued their daily ritual with reverie. Summer dresses were replaced with coats & scarves as the females rushed in from the elevator; their cheeks rosy from the cold on the surface. Women from all walks of life scampering to their stalls as the sharp chill from the autumn air clung to their skin & pulsed against the warm throb of the hot milk from within their giant breasts.
The long room was quickly filled with the loud drone of milk pumps starting and was soon accompanied by scores of relieved moans as the women began giving up their precious nectar; letting their memories of the surface world melt away & their true nature assert itself once more. The air in the barn became warm & close. The scent of sweet breastmilk dominating the smell of sweat & hay.
The young Beth gave a long, sensual moan of pleasure from her booth. Her feet curled & her head craned back as she felt the last wave of her hind-cream flow through her huge tits and fall into the suction cups. A heavenly tingle washed over her naked body and she shuddered with ecstasy for several moments before she let out an almighty sigh; her senses gradually returning to her.
Her large, blue eyes flickered open & she glanced around her stall. The noise of all the other Hucows releasing their milk rang in her ears as her dream faded. She was a bit dazed & light-headed. She tried to recall how she got here, but the memory was distant & blurred in her foggy mind.
It had been nearly three weeks since her wonderful breeding session with Apollo. Ever since the powerful bull had fully-claimed the young female as his own, Beth's brain felt like an outside spectator for her primal instincts. Like a passenger in a car going wherever her womanly body wanted. It was making her absent-minded and forgetful.
Several times since, going about her daily activities, Beth would slowly become aware of a warm pressure within her round bosom, announcing her next yield of sweet, rich milk was nearly ready. A lovely haze would descend on her mind and she would enter a light trance, her primal instincts urging her back to the Barn. She would awaken to find herself naked in her stall, with only a vague recollection of how she'd got there. The heavenly feel of freshly-milked breasts washing over her as they dribbled into the bell jars at the end of the pump's cycle.
It was starting to really interfere with her other life. She had left the oven on a few times & nearly caused a fire. Another time she said she was just going to the bathroom during dinner & instead disappeared for hours. Her husband demanding to know where she'd been & her dizzy mind struggling to conjure up an explanation.
To complicate things even more, her huge breasts had increased their milk supply yet again. Before her first visit to the barn, Beth's round tits could each express a quarter-gallon of milk every day. Now, after Apollo had flooded her fertile womb with ounces of powerful seed, her body had realised that it would soon have many hungry babies to nurture. So now her ginormous udders needed to release almost three-quarts every ten hours; and she was increasingly needing to rush into the Barn for a third session every day.
She had told her family that she'd joined a gym & went early in the mornings. A useful cover-story for a vital pumping session. Ever since her had claimed her as his own, Beth had vowed to never waste another drop of cream for her bull. The days of releasing milk over the sink were over. Unfortunately, this also meant Beth would be awoken every morning with her body screaming for her bull & the pump.
Back in her stall, the pretty cow sat back on her heels, her round ass pressing against her dainty feet as she straightened up. The bell jars lifting out the cradle as they clung to her giant milkers. She squeezed her boobs several times; their round softness enveloping her small hands as a few gentle spurts released from her teats. Following her Bull's example, Beth then slapped the side of her massive tits repeatedly to free any stubborn drops before giving them a vigorous shake in the cups.
The young woman switched off the machine and heard the long 'HISSSS' as it released her harvested udders.
"AAAHHHHHHHH!.." Beth sighed, her pretty face scrunching as she felt her areolas slowly spring back into little, pumped mounds. Her teats standing to attention. Her nipples had toughened up a lot over the past few weeks. They only hurt for a few minutes after a milking before returning to their cute, pink colour. A wonderful tingle would dance across them for hours afterwards.
Beth replaced the cups in the cradle & began gathering up her scattered clothes in the hay.
No visit from Apollo today unfortunately. Beth had settled fully into her life as one of his cows and had to wait her turn like the others. Her incredible male could pump a huge load into a female every couple of hours. But even then, it would take him a couple of days to work through them all.
Beth was revelling in all the little details & traditions that surrounded her new secret community. She had realised that the women of The Barn could tell when their bulls were approaching from the sound of their footsteps; even differentiating them from the other males. Facing away from the stall door, on her hands & knees, Beth learned to identify her wonderful owner from his stride & his scent. The mighty master would walk down the room & the block of milking booths that he owned would suddenly erupt with moans & squeals as all his cows would shake their asses, pleading for his attention.
Beth trained herself to control the pulse of jealousy she felt when she heard Apollo enter another female's stall. The womanly screams of pleasure that would follow. And his manly grunting that would make her desperate sex glisten & drip with juices.
She also learned the sheer burst of joy she felt as she heard her stall open & his deep voice greet her. Her heartrate would skyrocket in her chest and she would begin to pant like an excited puppy. Her back would instinctively arch as thick strands of her natural lube would begin to ooze out her pussy; preparing her body for his magnificent cock.
Apollo had bred her many times since he had fully claimed her & gifted her with his necklace. Beth had started getting used to the wonderful, warm feeling of having her womb filled with hot seed as she went about her other life. She wondered how any woman lived without it! Being filled with her bull's powerful essence allowed her to take some of his masculine confidence away with her. It allowed her mind to become calm & still as she battled the stresses of the surface world.
He had filled her other holes many times since also; reminding his female that he owned every inch of her; inside & out.
With her huge tits spraying milk into the cups, Beth discovered that nothing gave her other-worldly orgasms like having Apollo's huge cock ass-fuck her so deep it felt like he was in her stomach. Her spirit would soar as she heard the mighty bull moan in pleasure and feel him flood her insides with hot cum. It would leave her feeling so full & heavy that she had to rest for several hours in her stall each time. Her bloated belly coursing with heat for a day or two afterwards.
Another time he walked round to the front of the milking cradle while Beth relieved her enormous udders into their cups. Thrusting his huge cock down her throat, Beth instinctively reached up and massaged his ginormous balls, each one the size of a large orange; the heat of his thick, unreleased cum radiating through her soft hands.
The young woman revelled at the sensation of his mighty shaft stretching out her throat as it pushed into her upper chest, until she felt it stiffen like a steel rod in her neck. Her hands naturally squeezed as Apollo unleashed a thick load so big into her belly that Beth didn't need to eat for the whole next day. Her immense tits thanked her for the calorific meal by making an enormous yield of milk. So thick & creamy that the pump took twice its usual time to drink it through her fat nipples; like a warm milkshake.
Beth's reminiscing faded as she exited her stall and made her way down towards the shower room. The wonderful chorus of female moans & squeals was starting to diminish slightly as the evening rush hour passed its zenith & began to quiet down.
Huge-breasted women of all kinds were emerging from their little booths & sashaying down the milking floor. Their hips swaying and boobs bouncing in the way that only occurred immediately after they had relieved their heavy burden.
