Beck pushed open the door to the barn.
"Hello?" he called.
"I'm awake!" A groggy feminine voice called back. Beck saw two horns poke up from behind a half wall, followed by a head of red hair and two floppy ears. Two baggy green eyes met his, a constellation of freckles resting beneath them. Beck had never seen a holstaur in the flesh before, but he had heard plenty of rumors and was eager to know if they were true.
"H-hi. Are you... Lorraine?"
"Eyup. And who might you be?" she asked in a southern drawl. "You ain't the usual."
"Yeah, she's out on maternity leave. I'm Beck, by the way."
"Maternity?" The cow girl snorted. "I ain't surprised given how... never mind." She hung her arms over the edge of the wall, resting her chin on it lazily. Beck realized that if she was in fact standing up, she was a good foot and a half taller than him. Her arms were adorned by long sleeves of cow print fabric, ending at her wrists. Beck noted how they weren't attached to anything given how her shoulders were bare.
"So uh, where are the others?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"This farm is one of the biggest milk producers in the county. Where are the rest of the herd?"
"Oh, darlin'," she teased. "I am the herd. I make all the milk this here farm ships out."
"How?" Beck asked, baffled. "You're one girl!"
"Let me show ya, hun." She said with a smirk as she pushed a button nearby. There was a mechanical whir as the half-wall began to descend into the floor, revealing Lorraine in all her glory; and there was a lot of it. Her breasts were the largest he had ever seen. They even rivaled the ones he had seen in world record books and fetish artwork back when he was a chronically horny teenager. They resembled exercise balls not only in their size, but also shape. Somehow, some way, they managed to stay as close to perky as one could consider. Beneath the sun kissed skin he could see hundreds of purple and blue veins snaking their way across the mountains of tit flesh, pumping hot blood throughout the massive mammaries. Her nipples were just as gargantuan. Massive dinner plate-sized areolae surrounded nipples that resembled sausages. Beck watched as Lorraine's tits constantly leaked a steady trickle of thick, creamy milk. He wondered how she was able to stand with such a bust, but his question was quickly answered as she stretched. Her hips and shoulders were *wide*, rivaling that of a professional football player. Her limbs were packed with dense, rippling muscle that strained beneath her skin as she moved. Her thighs were wider than his torso, and her legs were covered in a thin layer of brown fur that ended at her massive cloven feet. A concrete-like eight pack of abs ran down her tanned stomach; all the way down to...
Beck paused at her crotch. A strange darkened mound of flesh jutted out from her crotch. It was a dark brown, contrasting with the rest of her, and the wrinkly skin bunched up on the end.
"Whatcha starin' at, sugar?" Lorraine asked, crossing her arms under her gargantuan jugs.
"Oh uh, nothing. It's time for your milking." Beck said, holding up a small metal pail. Lorraine put a hand to her chest and belly laughed, ending it with a deep snort. Her huge tits jiggled like a water bed as she laughed.
"Oh, honey... yer gonna need more than that little old thing. My milker is over there." She said, pointing to a large contraption in the corner shrouded by a tarp.
"If you have a milker then what do you need me for?"
"I need ya to help keep the milk flowing' and make sure the machine don't break."
"Why would it break?"
"You'll see, sweetheart. Now be a good boy and go get it ready. I'll be over in a bit." Beck blushed at her using "good boy", but he obeyed and walked to the other end of the barn. He reached up and grabbed the tarp, pulling it off the large contraption. The machine did indeed resemble an industrial milker, but also mixed with some sort of engine. Four nozzles were connected to retractable tubes that ended in thick plastic apparati. Two resembled suction cups, and two resembled unraveled condoms. Looking out a nearby window he could see two wide hoses connected to two large metal tanks outside. One labeled "
MILK
", the other labeled "
CREAM
".
He pulled the lever labeled "
Start
" and watched the machine rumble to life, gently humming and vibrating as it began the startup process. Beck's ears perked up as they were alerted to a heavy dragging sound accompanied by the clacking of hooves. He looked up to see Lorraine approaching him, her herculean thighs flexing with each step as her whole body swayed from its mass. Despite being more top heavy than a dreidel, she appeared sturdy with her gait. He noticed that she was dragging what looked to be a large bean bag chair behind her. Then he saw that her hands were empty.
"Oh my god..."
"What's the matter, sugar? Ain't never seen a lady's nuts before?" Dragging behind Lorraine was a pair of titanic testicles. Each one was about the size of one of her breasts; akin to a medicine ball. They sat in a leathery sack, covered in wrinkles due to how thick the skin was. Despite this, hundreds, if not thousands of massive veins could be seen lining them like the subway map of a city. They varied in width from a pencil to easily thicker than Beck's arm. He watched as hot blood coursed through them, causing each one to pulse with power and heat. The massive scrotum looked as if it could barely hold the colossal cum containers within. Testicles that Beck could only guess how many trillions of sperm they housed and nurtured; ready to impregnate an entire galaxy if they were given the chance. Lorraine continued to approach the machine, smirking at Beck's slack-jawed expression the entire time. As she made it to him, she swayed her hips back and forth impatiently, causing her breasts to sway in turn. Beck heard what sounded like