Hucow in Tommy Town
Week: 1
Edited by Thegreat_pretender
Monday-Meet Muutan
"Whew, last drop!" Muutan sighed as the machine tugged the last bit of milk from her aching breasts.
Standing there in the buff, Muutan plucked the suction cups from her breasts and went to check on the distribution machine.
"Okay, yep, the count is about how it was yesterday. Well, time to make my rounds," Muutan smiled as she read the display on the machine's digital counter.
The woman exited the barn, her alabaster flesh shining in the artificial light that lined the wooden hall connecting the barn to her house. She stretched her back and scratched one of her enormous breasts as she made her way back to her tiny main living quarters through the wooden hall. As the pitter-patter of bare feet echoed in the hall, Muutan raised her left arm and caught a whiff of musk wafting from her prickled underarm.
"Whew, maybe a shower is in order before I go on my deliveries. Then again, men seem to like my musk, and watching their wives frown at their infatuated gazes is a blast!" Muutan giggled to herself.
Picking up a pink spaghetti top, she threw it over herself and pulled it down over her bloated bosom, resulting in her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Upon releasing the ends of the flimsy garment, it rebounded with a jollity pop. The shirt was stained with blotches of milk as if it hadn't been washed in days. She looked at herself in the mirror, the sullen pink top folding up against the convex shape of her belly pooch. She ran her finger against the blonde hairs that carpeted the flesh beneath her belly button.
'I should probably cut down on the cake, I'm getting fat...'
she thought, tapping her jelly-like lower belly with her index and middle finger.
Twitching her floppy ears that hung perpendicular from either side of her head, she sighed as her eye caught the staple hole in her right ear, a mark from days long past.
"I own my own land and yet proof that I was owned remains marked on my body... then again sobbing over trivial things like this only makes you depressed I suppose. Well, let's see, do I have any clean pants?"
With a heavy grunt, she leaned down and rummaged under her bed for any loose trousers that might have been discarded there. After a few minutes of batting away old bras and used condoms, she found a pair of black spandex pants.
"Okay, here we... oh, man!" She grunted as she found that a lover from days past seemed to have had his way with her in these very same pants, as there were holes in both the seat and the crotch, along with heavy stains that have long since stiffened the material, ruining its elasticity in those areas.
"Well, let's check the drawers. Maybe I'll get lucky," she grunted as she pulled her heavy body from under her place of rest, getting to her feet.
"Now, let's see here, these are stained from that time I had a heavy flow, these have a hole, these have a hole, oh wait... these... are ugly, but they work, I guess?" She winced, holding up a pair of pink floral yoga pants with transparent slits on the hips.
"One foot, and two-foot, there... well fuck," she sighed, looking at how the pants exhibited how fat her gut was, the pale custard that was her flesh overflowing from its confines.
"Fuck it, I'm not changing a thing!" Muutan, now angry with herself but too lazy to maintain this aggression, shrugged and made her way towards the door, taking the time to slip on a pair of dirty, footprint-stained flip-flops before she exited.
Now back in the barn, she retrieved a sealed metal cooler filled with bottles of her milk thanks to the automated processes of her machine. Then, placing the cooler in the basket of her bike, she cycled out to deliver her product to her customers.
"Ah, the milk girl is here!" Said an older gentleman as he opened his door to greet Muutan.
"Hello Milt, your delivery is here," said Muutan, holding two bottles of milk with her seal on them.
"Yes, yes thank you, young miss. Uh...have you bathed this morning?" Milt said as he smelled the pungent aroma wafting off her body.
"Uh, no..." Muutan said, a little embarrassed.
"Huh, a young lady like yourself should take hygiene more seriously," Milt said, taking the bottles from her.
"Um, right, well I'll see you tomorrow." Muutan skirted back to her bike and rode down the dirt road.
'Man, I thought he would like my scent like the other day. Hmm, maybe his tastes have changed...'
Muutan thought as she rode to her next stop.
Muutan's next stop was another small family home, as were all the stops she made in the small hamlet she resided in.
"Oh boy, she's here, she's here!" Clapped an obese man as his wife scowled at him while eating bonbons on the couch.
"Why do you like her so much? She's smelly and sweaty. She doesn't even wash her clothes, I doubt she even has a shower in that dumpy cabin she lives in."
The man scowled at her.
"How dare you talk about Miss Muutan that way, her milk is the lifeblood of this hamlet!"
"The fuck are you talking about Todd, she's just a hairy, freaky bitch that some of the perverts in town pay subscriptions to for milk from her gross tits," Todd's wife scowled, rolling her eyes.
"Shut up and eat your candy ya fat cunt," Todd hissed as he answered the door.
"Hello Mister Todd, here are your three bottles, as promised!" Muutan giggled.
"Ah, Muutan, smelling great as always. Thanks for the milk, I'm sure this batch will be as great as yesterday's" Todd blushed, glowing with lust as his eyes stared at her milk-stained top.
"Hehe, thanks. Well, off I go to my next stop, take care!" She waved, her stubble-filled armpit caught by Todd's lustful eyes.
"Bye-bye, see you tomorrow!" He watched the mutant woman ride away, pitching a tent as he caught a shot of her moist crotch smashing against the bike's seat.
***
"Ugh, what time is it?" Said a groggy female voice.
Shifting her massive weight, the young woman rolled herself to the edge of her bed. Shifting to an upright position, the woman took a deep breath.
"Uh ah, well, I think it's my turn for kitchen duty today, but ugh, I don't want to go..." the woman moaned, reaching for a glass of water on her nightstand.
Her massive white belly pooled from underneath her black t-shirt. A plump hand found itself resting atop the mound of white flesh that was her upper stomach as she finished emptying the glass of water into her plump maw. Droplets found themselves running down the blubber that was her chins of fat.
"Ah, ugh!" Said the woman as she lifted her massive weight from the bed onto her well-padded feet. The waterfall of blubber that was her belly sagged under its own weight as it hung off of her wide form.
"Ugh, I'd better hurry, Vodka is going to yell at me again for being lazy," the obese woman sighed as she waddled to her dresser.
