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Pauline's Pumpkins - Day 01

*Note: some obvious stuff - all characters in this story are at least 18 years old, this is all fictional, if you're not a fan of this kind of story prolly shouldn't be reading it now, huh? Also, not a writer, so not only is this my first real story to just throw onto this site. Might not follow it up I don't really know. Hope you enjoy!*

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Pauline looked out of her small house through the window facing the field of pumpkins out front, resting her palms on a light brown wooden table. She took a moment to think about what life was like a long time ago, when she used to be even smaller than she already was.

Becoming the owner of her parents' farm was nothing short of a consequence of the actions of choice making human beings in her life: even as one of the smaller members of her family, even for her age, she had been an intelligent young girl and with the competitive tendencies with siblings, she worked hardest of all her 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Her parents not only recognized her grit and consideration for the farm, but most all her siblings found other work; her brothers all went to college for engineering degrees, although one was aiming to carry himself through school long enough to land a contract, and two of her sisters went into an art degree and construction. The only person who still worked with food was Pauline's sister Rory, and that was in the distributer of their farm's production. She took on the old fashion farm a decade before, after her parents retired, and moved with the modernization of agriculture into the new age. Her easier and more fruitful career made her a comfy living woman.

Now, back to the real world from her reminiscence, she decides to make herself some bacon and eggs. She had a lot easier a life without the need to water and til the earth manually but she always inspected the land and did her paperwork and her energy level was still important. But she was in red pajamas and a strong custom tank top, and had a lot of preparing for the day.

Pauline stood at a meek 5"1 and even in her favorite thick pleather boots, her height was another of her many eye catching features she could not hide. Like much of her family, she had silky golden hair and many uniform freckles across her face and arms. She had a plump little face with chubby little cheeks and intelligent green eyes under her blonde straight ponytail. Her arms and legs were plump but fit and show little of her fatty diet. Her wide hips supported a round bottom bitten with freckles stretched across both big, cushiony cheeks.

What really stuck out about the young aggregator, specifically in front of her, were her boobs. Be it from genetics that developed her chest in late puberty or the genetically experimental farming practices that uninformed citizens cite as dangerous, her breasts were obscenely massive. She used to just think of herself as busty, but after working with literal pumpkins, all basically a few sizes smaller than her own firm, bouncy milk bags, she realized how freakish her chest was. They were once ridiculous assets that caught male attention but once she started lactating for unknown reasons, they got bigger, firmer and more of a chore. They always seemed to make more milk and after attempting to keep her shirt dry for professionalism's sake, they seemed to get bigger after she drained them. Now, she could bend over and touch her toes with her hands behind her back.

Making breakfast, she had to push her boobs downwards and trap them against the counter to grab what she needed. After some careful use of the burners and a very tasty dish bacon and eggs, she went on to finish her morning routine. As she was applying toothpaste to her brush, she got a call.

Picking it up, she saw it was her sister and partner in business. Normally she'd leave the phone ringing, but this was not only one of her absolute best friends but she was making a call.

"Hey there Rory, how's life been?"

"Hey Pauline... what?"

Pauline then realized she'd garbled her words brushing her teeth. She spit in the sink and washed her toothbrush, a little annoyed this interrupted her morning.

"I said how's life been? What are ya callin for?"

"I'm personally in a good mood but i'm worried about dad's farm." Rory said, ominously.

Pauline took a second to reason with why she would say that, then after coming up empty handed...

"I don't know what ya think is wrong with MY farm, so if you could enlighten me i'd appreciate that." She was a little annoyed as was and Rory calling her farm her parents' farm made her feel the need to defend her hard work into the family business.

"Sorry about that, it's just that... I remember we had a conversation last year when you had problems with crop safety and it seems like you haven't changed your procedures and I wanted to know if anything's popped up."

Pauline rested her short, heavy frame on the bathroom counter, flesh spread to the mirror across, and squinted, racking her memories from last year. She did remember some animal damage to the pumpkins furthest from her house, closest to the forest on the other side. It was negligible in her mind but now that Rory had brought it up she knew it had been a hot week before she had had a thorough investigation around her pumpkin patch.

"...yeah, I remember last year, it seemed like just a little damage around this time of the year, but as I recall we just didn't put as much insecticide at the edge. Not like critters got our corn or anything though, but I'll go check if it makes you and your store front buddies happy." She said the last sentence condescending, and Rory chuckled.

"You and I still work together, except now I deal with all different food producers, you're just the last one I want to see go under."

Pauline smiled to herself, thankful for her sister. She said goodbye and made a mental note to personally go out and examine the plants. Beforehand, however, she had a number of chores to take care of. After brushing her teeth and changing into some real clothes, she went back into her room.

In the privacy of her room, she sat on her bed and pulled her shirt off. As the hem of her white tank top flew up, her bouncy udders squished against each other, fitting through the hole for her waist and flopping out very suddenly. So suddenly, their weight pulled her down onto her feet off the bed.

"Whoop!" She exclaimed, catching herself on the bed frame.

Her fat pumpkins fell low, similar to their shape in her braless top moments before but even the firm chest of the farm's manager and overseer sagged without help. You could eat thanksgiving dinner off her obscenely wide, red areolas. They were wrinkled, bumpy and had a very thin layer of milk in the folds. This surrounded the milk pads that had long been over soaked, which barely contained her nipples under the small tents.

After backing up over her bedside, she could feel her sensitive breasts rest on the side of her bed. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling and even shook them across the side of the bed, giggling to herself and admiring her growth. But then she felt them get sticky and quit, planning on showering after she had milked them.

She grabbed her right boob and pulled it onto the bed. She then slid over to her nightstand, and with her tit's end in reach she peeled her right pad.

Her nipple was empirically plump, not as freakishly proportionate as her breast but the thick milk spigot was majestic as ever, and failed to hide how bloated she was. It dripped like a clogged water hose on flood and even after being the proud owner of her current mature body for years she still had a surprising urge to help herself. She shook herself around like a water bed for a minute. The nipple now had a constant spray milk and her other breast now soaked the other pad. She was ready.

Reaching under her nightstand, she pulled the secretive dark green felt box out from the shelf. Inside was an industrial grade milk pump with only two hoses.

She remembered a while back when she grabbed the small, abnormal device from a dairy farm down the road. The owner and her were good friends, and they went out to farmers markets and fairs together. Recently though, he had nonverbally told her that they could not be as close as they once were: his wife found what was once an old, healthy childhood friendship a sexy, potential threat to her marriage and the young boys showed interest in her as well which did nothing but worry her.

She chuckled to herself, thinking about how his sons gave her a custom structured pump for access to her right breast for 10 minutes. She told them they could practice juicing her teat like a cow and to fill their bucket for the duration and made clear that gentle hand motions were their limit, nothing rough - but at different points in time however, they both ended up burying their faces in her bouncy bloated baby feeder. This was obviously more than just "practice" for hand milking, unnecessary with current technology, but they were hungry and horny beyond her initial belief. They had begun rougher than she wanted but it was when the older brother surprised her with a strong suckling that she really started losing patience with them. She stopped them at 10 minutes, on the dot.

"You too seem happy with yourselves" she said, pulling on her breast. The younger brother was cheek deep in tit, and as she pulled he sucked more areola in and bit down, milking her for a few extra ounces as milk gushed from the sides of his mouth. She began to feel his sharp teeth when he let go, licking his milk mustache. She grabbed a milk pad and started wrangling the floppy knocker into her enormous bra cup.

"Well thank you Miss Pauline... you need some help with that?" The older of the two asked, noticing her struggle.

She glanced at him, still struggling with the now softened sack of fat when she sighed and puffed her chest out, offering it to him. As he held it up ready to stuff it back in, he gawked at her still leaky teat. Everyone stared and even Pauline was tempted to taste test herself, only god knew how badly the young men wanted to.

She internally prayed he wouldn't go for seconds. He salivated just like before he violated their agreement but unlike before she knew his intents. Now, as she sat almost equal level to them up on a high chair, she tried forcing eye contact.

"Well, I think I've certainly held up my side of this bargain. Now you won't tell your parents now, more for your sake than mine ya hear?" She said, hoping to remind them of how this was an inappropriate interaction.

She reddened as he stared at her nipple, still leaking the milk, and for a second he pulled her nipple upwards towards his face. She leaned in, giving him a death stare and out of embarrassment he looked at her then at the floor.

"Y'know I get paid by my parents working here, and you are an absolute cow, still got a lot ta give, i'd pay for more time, a hundred bucks for another minute at least... we could just try the pump if you want to test it... although sucking would work best..." the younger brother said. He lit up and looked away, regretting comparing his dad's friend to a farm animal right in front of her.

She was genuinely surprised, laughing a little, "are you-you for real? You two still hungry? Heh... drank a lot but you two won't dry even this titty out I don't believe", she said, hefting it in her hand. As she raised and lowered the tit, the older brother gently squeezed her, drawing at least enough milk to coat his wrist. The grip on her vulnerable breast made her take on a more serious, defensive tone as the older brother returned to ogling her "I think you two have had enough."

"Well, how much would it cost for a gallon of this?" The older brother said, squeezing her hard. She winced at the roughness as he aimed a white fountain into his open mouth.

She took a relatively dry milk pad and was about to cover herself when the older brother grabbed the wide edges of her breast and pulled her nipple back into his mouth. Milk pad in hand, she stared at the hungry teen. She didn't know what to do besides watch him gorge himself on her flesh, vigorously chewing her nipple and digging his tongue into her scrunched up areola. He stood taller, pulling her mammoth mammary upwards, forcing more milk out. Milk pouring down her breast, she pulled away from him as much as she could, hands on chest but that only flooded his mouth and made Pauline even more sensitive. After losing a pop can's worth of tit cum, she decided to leave him to his meal and talk to the less rude younger brother. A look of pain on her face appeared every time he sunk his head deeper into her gelatinous dirty pillow, trying to hide both embarrassment and pleasure from the wide eyed younger brother.

"...you want a gallon? I sell my milk to people online, I can show you where you can buy some if you really want a competitive price... know how nutty your dad is bout that, not like i'm any - AHH!" The older brother was now bear hugging her massive udder and the milk flow was both messy and unbearably intense.

"Hey calm down! Your dinner couldn't run away if she tried! Fuck, STOP SQUEEZING SO HARD!" Pauline squeaked, grabbing the older brother's hair.

Moments after he began crushing her, she soaked her panties. She loosened up and let herself rest against her chest, still held by the older brother and still receiving its punishment for being so full of milk, now even more sensitive since she came. He stopped bear hugging her udder but his head was now completely engulfed in tit flesh and he seemed happy inside it.

Pauline caressed the back of his head while he drank his dinner. She felt really good and the flow of goodness came from her flow of milk. He felt comfortable with his head against her, comforted by her softness and sweetness.

The younger brother was all the more jealous and hungry from the teasing in front of him.

She saw the desire in his eyes and made him hold his arms out. Confused, he agreed. She then took her breast out of the older brother's mouth with some gentle padding. She then turned to the younger brother and dropped her boob onto his outstretched arms.

Her chest sagged between his arms but her firmness and fullness kept her nipple pointed at his chest, now drenching him in multiple sprays.

"Your brother and I can talk about a plan for purchasing milk - why don't you be a good boy and clean your plate?" Pauline smiled with a motherly softness towards him. "Except the plate's the inside of my mammary glands. And i've got more milk than you can stomach..." they both laughed at her a little. "I'm gonna stop talking now... dig in!" She took the top of his head and pushed him down into her chest.

She let the younger brother enjoy himself and gave them her username on reBay. As she wrote down her information, he tried to get the biggest mouthful of milk he could. Pauline joined in and beat him by a landslide with her squirrely cheeks. She then put those cheeks to even more work, and after some coaxing their balls and her right breast finally ended up empty. She used the pump on her left when she got home and in a fraction of the time she spent away from home she was fully drained...

Thinking back to that day she had a genuine laugh thinking about how awkward and stupid she was and how much more they were. But that makes it hard for her to hang out with Don's family, having done sexual acts with his kids, and with his paranoid wife's request to avoid private time together, she felt isolated from one of her old friends. But right now was a day she could focus on Rory's mission given to her to check up on the plants personally.

Right after her personal mission.

She got the custom pump out with an empty gallon jug she left herself last session and plugged the machine into the wall. Don's boys were real considerate towards her needs, she thought.

The chronic, monotone sucking sound of both pumps blared. She tossed the milk pad from her right tit into the trash and brought her left tit over to the pump intending to do the same. She threw the other one away too, and with her bulging left boob in her lap she decided to have a little fun, now sexually invigorated. She had the best milk machines around and she didn't need anyone's permission or any money to drink more than she could stomach.

With her stretchy areola in hard, she squeezed herself in bursts blasting her mouth, now giving extremely generous squirts anticipating her feast. She smiled and opened her mouth, pulling her areola just inches away from her mouth, still squirting up like old faithful, bearing her teeth...

"Hey Miss Pauline!-"

The sudden shout made her tense, squeezing herself harder as a familiar, skinny young farmhand opened the door. As she looked wide eyed in the half second after perceiving the noise he had already began closing the door he now realized he should not have opened. She had seen his gaze though, and it was locked onto her creamy snack, or at least what she had planned snacking on.

"Oh I'm sorry! I'm beyond sorry! Oh my goodness so sorry! Sorry Miss..."

Pauline tried shrieking at him but her voice cracked and she hadn't swallowed her milk, forcing her to wait a moment.

"ANDY-ep, ANDY YOU FUCKING RETARD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN IN MY HOUSE? Was the door open? Did you knock? Did you think I was expecting you? WHAT THE ACTUAL like, why? Just why??" She appeared discontent with the moment at hand.

"I'M SO SORRY, I JUST... Bill sent me over, he said you need to come out asap, I did knock at your door, but I should have been more careful I'm so sorry... but he said you need to come out, right away."

Pauline started rearranging herself to get out of bed, more alert to Bill's call for her than the eye candy she'd just become for Andy. She had her enormous breast overflowing her lap, with the red nipple blasting milk into her gaping mouth at its highest rate right after he entered. She didn't know how to feel besides angry.

"Well fuckin hell ya CUNT, learn to knock louder, and while IN my house, entering my ROOM... tell Bill I'll be out in a few minutes."

As she heard Andy run out towards the pumpkin patch, she hears someone else run up, speak, and then yell inside.

"Pauline! We need you NOW! There's something in the pumpkins and it's aggressive! Git yur gun!" He ran a short distance right outside her house.

That changed a lot of things. Because her house is the only one near her farm besides a small warehouse where her employees could relax during the day, the nearest rifle for at least a mile is the one she keeps locked away, and something that requires such a precaution needed it immediately.

Pauline looked frantically through her room for milk pads but quickly realized they were in her bathroom. She decided to wipe her wet nipples with a hand cloth on her nightstand and jams her tits in the wife beater again. She stumbles with her keys opening the gun case under her bed and loads her rifle quickly and then heads outside.

When she throws the back door open, Andy and Bill both looked to her bouncing out the door, for once staring at something more eye catching than their boss's breasts. Andy looked shaken

"Hey Paula, that thing over in the shade growled at us, and didn't run away when we tried scarin it off!"

She had already run up a few yards into the pumpkin patch. She squinted at the dark shape on her property.

"What the hell are those things?" She said, noting another animal walk up closer. They were short but long and spikey, like dogs with wild tufts of hair and alert ears. "Coyotes or somethin strange?"

Bill was a hardened southern man who Pauline believes heard he'd once been in the navy. Would not have surprised her for a second, but after his initial impression on her his kindness was what surprised her. While Andy was terrified, Bill's extent of fearful body language hit his tense stance and focused eyes.
"Dunno, reminds me of something we saw a while back, probably coyotes but they're messing with the pumpkins so I honestly can't say." He tightened his gaze.

"Messin with the pumpkins...?" She turned her head back, now seeing one of the animals further into the garden, pouncing on something.

"You fuckers!" She yelled out, aiming her rifle. She had a lot of throwing around money for a simpler life out in the farm, but that came from her work into her farm. She might have been a little short tempered, but if her height matched her temper, her temper with anyone costing her money matched the height of her ankles.

BANG

In her anger, she missed the shot, aiming low yet hitting a paw. The animals may have been brazen but not knowing how else to react to the gunshot, they bolted back into the forest, flinging a chunk of pumpkin upwards from the most explorative dog. Dogs are at least what she thought they were.

She looked back at her coworkers, and they all exchange looks. All at once, they start over to the damaged pumpkins, assessing the damage. Only two pumpkins have noticeable damage, one of which only has scraped skin, the other was a bowl of greenish orange mush. The sight of what she assumes is blood makes everyone happy; hopefully, a damaged beast will try and avoid the farm for now on. Unfortunately however, they didn't kill any of them yet and they could only hope they would leave.

"What were those things?" Andy asked, nervously glancing at Pauline.

"Don't know, but they were here last year..." Bill said, taking a darting glance through the forest. "Remember when we had a couple smashed pumpkins last year? Those things were what I saw. Last time though, it was one and I scared it off quickly."

"Huh..." Pauline got on her knees, taking a closer look at the destroyed pumpkin. As she kneeled to the pumpkin, she was met with surprising pleasure. Her braless, padless, unmilked, fat tits rubbed against the ground. The bouncing around and private activities made her left breast extremely wet and it had already begun leaking. She knew both men would be staring at her damp spots but she was going to ignore them, if not appreciate their appreciation. Thankfully, her left side was towards the forest, so they couldn't see the puddle forming.

The men noticed, and had a moment while she was on her knees to exchange wide stretched hand gestures exclaiming how big their boss's boobs were. Her right breast was right next to the scratched pumpkin and its firm undrained state was larger in multiple dimensions by multiple inches. Eventually, her right breast gave way to attention and pressure and started gushing milk onto the pumpkins, her nipples fully erect. With their immature state, the pumpkin stems were actually thinner than her hard nipples.

She then jumped up and turned half way towards the men. She quickly realized her right nipple was also generously squirting and so she turned all the way around, gushing in a cone encompassing the men in a dry spot.

"Welp... if they destroyed pumpkins last year, they definitely didn't do this by any accidental means, huh boys?" She said.

"Yeah, dunno why they'd waste energy on that, the one I saw looked pretty carnivorous, and I reckon him and these new dogs didn't smash the pumpkins to eat out of..." Bill claimed, pointing towards the smashed one.

"Yeah, it looks pretty full of guts still," Andy said, pointing towards the shade. There, Pauline saw a pumpkin she didn't even know they'd gotten at. It'd been pulled from its stem and splattered across the ground. Andy seemed right though, it looked like the pumpkin's mass was all there.

"Well this is pretty spooky... I wish I at least knew what kinda dog they were, to look up why they gone and smashed my crops. Alright, one of you grab those two pumpkins for the trash," she gestured to the broken ones, "and the other grab that one for myself, I'm gonna cook it up." Bill grabbed the two and Andy grabbed the one and they all toted their loads back to her house. She had Bill and Andy do what little work she assigned them that day and made them pumpkin pie. Of course, she spent a chunk of that time filling Don's boy's next order of custom made unpasteurized milk, less sexually motivated than before. She now wore one of her massive expensive t-shirts over a very well fitted bra, both green with some short skinny jeans for her smaller figure.

As they all prepared to eat together, she stood facing outside, looking for the dark dogs. She now realized that they looked like they were in shade even outside it, and that they were indeed darkly colored, something else that was of interest that concerned her. Before she could even start, she saw a dog with its face downwards right at the edge of the patch. In an instant she ran outside, gun in hand. The moment to dog heard her high pitched voice yelling profanity at the dog it ran straight back into the forest. Bill and Andy ran next to her, confused.

"What were they up to this time?" Andy asked.

Pauline thought about what it was up to. It was face down almost like it was eating or drinking the pumpkin bits on the ground but that didn't make sense to her as they didn't seem to eat pumpkin...

"Dunno, but I think they're scared now..." she said, pushing her left teat's milk puddle out of mind, "let's eat, show those things we can still enjoy our pumpkins."

And so they did, and after working to 5 Pauline was alone again. She walked into her room and collapsed, tired of worrying about dogs. Realizing what Rory had asked her that exact morning, Pauline started to think about how odd Pauline's call was - if she had messaged early in the season about the potential problem, her random call would have made sense, just her checking in time to time, but she couldn't remember another call ever happening, or anything at all about the incident except for a year ago when a few pumpkins got squashed. She was now a little mad at Bill for not telling her, but putting it all together her sister's call started raising red flags she hadn't felt that morning.

With that, she decided to give her a call back.

She pulled her phone out and decided calling Rory would help her get a sense of whatever she was feeling, at least force her to answer quickly.

"Hello? Hey Rory?"

"Hey Pauline, what's up?"

"You remember this morning, when you asked me about animal damage from last year?" Pauline tried to be as calm as she could be when asking, even though she was nervous about the whole situation.

"Yeah I do, why's that?" Rory said, showing all the calm of a gentle wind on corn.

"Well, it worried me a little when you mentioned stuff from last year, and Bill told me it had been some strange looking dog. Thankfully, nothing new's come up, but it made me curious about them. Dogs don't eat pumpkins, right?" She was happy with how quickly she had decided to put together her ignorant lie. She was expecting Rory to either be thankful for everything being fine or for her to inquire about the dog and be more fearful.

For a few seconds, Rory did something that really changed Pauline's initial thoughts: say nothing. She took a 5 second pause as clearance to say something again.

"I looked it up and they don't. So, I think it must have been rapid or nutty or something. Probably not rabid, Bill says he scared it off pretty easily. Either way, is there any reason you asked me to check in particular?"

Rory took a second to respond.

"So... nothing?" Rory chirped.

"Yeah, did you expect otherwise?" Pauline chuckled that out, although it was an honest question.

"Well of course not, I was just worried and I know farms that have insect problems towards to year's end only for the problem to escalate next year. Glad you're alright, let me know if anything happens!" Rory seemed more cheerful, but she seemed to want to end the conversation.

"Yeah... you ok? You up for talking?" Pauline knew something odd was up, and she realized that whatever was up she didn't know enough about it to distrust or trust her.

"I'm fine, just calming my fears of something happening to your lil ol farm."

Pauline thought for a moment, and then developed a plan.

"Well, just as a precaution, I'll invest in a fence around the property. Would that make you feel better?"

"Oh, no, you don't have to pour money into something just to ease my thoughts..." her words puzzled her. She sounded unconvincing, like she only said no to be polite, but that messed with her thoughts on her being a villain somehow causing the wolves, or maybe she was just clever about it. She thought a lot on Rory, then realized the only reason she was suspicious was because of the coincidental call that day.

"It's fine, might as well prepare for the future, y'know?"

"Yeah preparing for a future you don't want should help keep you away from it, I get ya. But I gotta go, alright? Kisses!" Rory responded, and they said their goodbyes.

Pauline felt better about having a story for getting the fence without having to reveal the encounter with the dogs, but she was having none of Rory's stories. She was now very convinced something was up. But either way, she needed to relieve some tension.

She pulled the milker out, now with a new empty gallon jug inside and a few empty ones for the excess milk, and she planned on making a lot of excess. She pulled her shirt off and looked at her green sports bra. She got off her bed and faced towards it, gripping the hem of her bra. Taking her time and undoing her bra's hooks, instead of dropping her massive breasts out one at a time, she slowly worked both cups up her body. After the halfway mark, the force she exerted threw her bra up over her head. From midair, her tits slammed down onto the bed, causing the mattress to submit to their shape. She quickly took off her milk pads and threw them away. Then, she could oogle her full uncovered udders.

She thought back to her cravings for milk that morning, regretting milking herself uneventfully to quickly return to work making her pumpkin pie. She'd save a straight from the tap buffet for another night, but right now she was tense and wanted quick relief. She hopped onto bed and pulled the pump's hoses with her. As she landed, her breasts pulled upwards from her weight pulling towards the center of her breasts and her upturned nipples shot her in the face.

"Wooh girls, you've got something hungrier to feed tonight..." she smiled at the hoses and turned the pump on. Gently, she lowered a hose to her left breast and the suction grabbed her fat nipple inside. Instantly, the high powered hose filled the clear plastic suction cup and the surprise made her moan. She saw the milk fill the hoses and fill the gallon jug's bottom. She bent the cup upwards and disconnected it, holding it upwards. The milk inside disappeared and her chest stained the bed sheet. The suction was strong, but her reflex was stronger, and she needed the "Very High" setting to manage it.

She turned the pump up and worked her jeans off. Her panties fell and even though she couldn't see below her ribs, she could feel her clean shave, smooth like her breast. She moved her hand downwards and into her wet slit, already wet and slippery. She pulled on her clit as she reached back up to her nipples and used her other had to hold one cup an inch from her breast. She loved the anticipation of the immensely strong suction, pulling at her nipple even at a distance. It sucked it in, exponentially increasing pull as more breast came closer from the suction, and pop! She disappeared into the suction cup. Her breast then disappeared from view under all the milk and then she heard the splattering milk in the jug. The sound was a nice touch but the pull on her generous nipple was incredible. The pleasure was so great that she didn't wait to bring the other cup to her other nipple. She hadn't teased it well so she felt a little pain as it tried to drag her nipple deep into the hose. She was so stretchy and the pull was so strong that the nipple hid in the connection between the cup and hose. She squeaked for a second until it got to gushing as hard as the other, and now it felt like she'd let the floodgates open - now, milk ran down the side of the jug in a torrent, like a water hose on concrete.

Her had could leave her breasts and laying on the bedside, she had two hands available for her vagina. Fingers deep inside, she made the wave motion that rubbed her cunt and inner walls slowly at first. After she started getting into the rhythm, she started thinking about today's stress. Rory's actin weird, dogs are fuckin my pumpkins up, I had to deal with them with leaky tits... Andy saw me half naked...

She thought about that last one. She knew he was a dopey young kid, not even the attractive or interesting ones like Don's kids, but they were still weird. She wished a real handsome, sensitive man had walked in. She rubbed harder thinking about it.

If it had been someone who was as handsome and therefore in her mind as confident about themselves as her and someone she knew well enough to know their true selves, she would have called them in...

"Oh hey darlin. No you can come in! I'm just attendin my own business that's all. Oh this? Yeah they're real, take a look!" She thought about the thrill of someone's eyes on her, sucking her own tits.

She buried her face in her cleavage, imagining what could have happened with handsome yet faceless man. "See look, milk!" She'd say, letting it spill out into the folds of her nipples, "yeah, nobody believes they're real until they seem them squirt. I'm a pumpkin farmer, carrying the biggest pumpkins wherever I go. I got wheat too... kinda thought about starting a dairy farm. Wouldn't it be fittin? My neighbors and I respect each other, so no cows, but who needs that kinda holstein when you got me? Oh yeah, it's way better, I sell this stuff all around, bet I make more than my neighbors... it's expensive, so if you have the opportunity to suck my fat fucking milk cow udders dry... take it... right now..." she rubbed even faster and harder, thinking about him leaning down to her and sucking both her tits just like the machine.

This fantasy was stifled by the machine filling the gallon jug. It stopped sucking, and in her mind the man had stopped sucking.

"Oh you've had enough milk? I've still got so much more... oh my!" Her mind moved the story to him holding her small body up, letting her round tits hang down below her butt as he fucked her in the air "wow you're strong!" She mumbled to herself, now jamming her fingers in a much more phallic motion.

"You're... so... STRONG AHHH!" Pauline yelped as she came, continuing to finger herself until she rubbed herself raw and even that was a sexually intense feeling.

She collapsed on the ground, pulling her tits and the hoses with her. When they hit the ground, one making a wet slap against one of her kneecaps, they squirt even more milk than her natural leakage. The higher pressure popped one of her cups off her nipple and got milk on the floor and her jeans. She didn't care.

Looking at the full gallon jug, her breasts still felt heavy as ever, still massive and plump, lighter than her but only by tens of pounds. She flipped the cup still attached upwards and drank it like she was savouring a fine whine. The suction was still on but it could only pull so hard without anywhere to pull anything to.

Now much happier and less stressed than earlier, she changed the jug out and cleaned herself up. She sat back on the bed, hoses in hand and ready to reattach when her sex drive gave her an idea.

She walked outside to her roadside fence, phone in hand. She was topless and her swinging trickling tits left a surprisingly unnoticeable trail. She took a look behind her and even in the light she could barely see anything. She walked back to her porch and turned the light on: her chest was drooling milk but the darkness outside killed the liquid's reflected light. However, after standing still for a moment, she was already creating milk rivers down to the ground.

She could never leave her panties behind, but she felt a little more comfortable with her breasts out at night. A car driving by would probably stop to see if she was ok, being that she was shirtless out in the middle of the night, but she realized that nobody would be out here and if she saw headlights coming out of the distance she could run and hide.

She jiggled over to her lone, tall barn and rested against the side of it. Her goal was to run around and have fun out in the darkness while she'd waited for one of her contacts to come out. She'd try calling or emailing someone who bought her milk and see if she could make a special offer. Looking through her phone, she found it funny that even though the majority of her customers were interested in using her milk to feed their children or their patient's children, she only had guys and gals she personally met. Those people had all had milk straight from the tap.

Pauline thought about why those who were sexually motivated would buy her milk. Did they jerk off with it? Drink it to remember sucking it out of her big bouncy boobs in person? She didn't think too hard about it, but some people bought it consistently and paid even more than hospitals or shy mothers, did it do anything for them? She then realized this made the offer to meet with her in person far harder to resist. She was horny and ready fulfill someone's fantasy.

She was feeling extra frisky and was looking into calling an old man who loved her tits when she heard a car driving by. She ran for cover in her barn but tripped and pancaked onto one of her pancakes, and then she kept running. She knew she'd been in the headlights for a moment but hoped she had escaped an awkward confrontation.

After she thought the car had stopped for an unusually long time, the car drove off. Pauline sighed in relief and looked outside to check if the coast was clear. She saw two people get out of the car, and one shined their flashlight around the milk puddle she just made. They slowly approached.

Paline panicked, not knowing what to do and looked around the barn for some to cover up with. Near some dirty old pants she found an old pair of overalls. She heard approaching footsteps and wriggled herself in, trying to stuff her breasts in the pants. Her arms plowed into her squishy areolas and forced milk to drench herself and the overalls, forcing her to get creative, or so she thought before she heard her barn creek open and went to hide behind some machine she saw in the back of the barn.

She heard the stranger walking into the barn and flashing their light around the area. Out of fear of being seen, she pressed herself closer to the machine. Thankfully, her breasts found some room to spill out into and she lay them on the machine's surface. After a few moments, she began to question what machine she wa hiding behind and inside: she felt long hoses with her chest and looking through the machine in the darkness, it looked short, stationary without wheels, and unfamiliar. After feeling the machine for a second, she accidentally hit a switch next to a button she was assessing.

In an instant, she was pulled closer to the machine by her tits. She felt a strong grasp around one breast, yanking the entire mass towards the machine's center. The other breast had less of a pull but it was right on her nipple and after stretching her areola like sweatpants caught on a hook, it created a pull she felt more so inside her nipple than on her breast - the force was milking her. And not gently either. After realizing that the mechanical noise was whatever machine had started attacking her breasts, she decided to try and turn the machine off.

After trying to turn the machine off, trying a random dial, the pull from the machine suddenly increased. The tight bind on her breast became more powerful and pulled her away from the controls, partially on the cold machine. She now felt the pull on her breast start forcing milk out of her nipple at a slow rate. The nipple that was being sucked however began gushing under the intense suction force. The intensity made her yelp.
The sound of the two people who had come in had turned into audible voices but she was not focused on them enough to understand them. Her massive milk cans were either getting sucked dry or tightly bound to the point that they leaked in a torrent.

Suddenly, the lights in the barn illuminated the situation very clearly: the first thing Pauline recognized was that she was caught on the hoses of a milking machine. Not surprising, but then she saw how the hose digging into her udder was caught on the guardrail of some structure she'd never seen before and that the small machine that the hoses were attacked to was actually out of reach. She thought about her options for a moment, keen on trying to pull the milk gathering hose off and use it to pull the machine closer.

Before she could make that decision, she suddenly remembered she wasn't alone in the barn as she shifted her view to two men in her barn - Bill and Andy stood by the switch, staring in shock. After making eye contact, Pauline began glancing back and forth between them and her milk covered, overbearing udders stuck in the machine made for cows. After she began to feel the binding hose dig deeper in the flesh, she called out for help, motioning them to the milking machine. Bill sprinted over and instantly turned the hoses off.

The next few moments were still and uncertain.

Then, Pauline undid the hose on her chest, and turned to both of her workers. She looked at her chest and back at both of them, both of them looking back and forth as well. Red in the face, she sighed.

"Hey guys... what are you doing out here tonight...?" Pauline said, holding back tears.

"Nothing important, we can talk tomorrow." Bill said, walking towards Andy and the barn door.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow Pauline." Andy said, following Bill out.

After they had left, Pauline collapsed in the puddle of milk she'd made. Instead of crying, she laughed about how ridiculous things were. She then realized how lucky she was to have been found by her coworkers. She could have pulled the hoses off, but it would have taken a moment and someone else might have done god knows what with her.

She looked behind her, now realizing, "hey: i have multiple milking machines and a set of milking stalls in my barn". She'd never remembered buying the equipment and she didn't care how it got there at the moment, just about how she'd half filled the machine closest to her and half painted the nearest stall and barn wall white. She got up and leaned on the guardrail of the stall, becoming more curious now reconsidering how weird it was that this was all here - but decided against thinking on it tonight.

Right then and there, she grabbed the milking machine that had snagged her left breast and stuffed her huge nipples into the hose. She used her foot to switch it on and felt the gentle pull on her nipples lightening her load.

She sat in front of the machine with her nipples meeting the 4-pronged hose on the ground where her tits lay. She was enjoying herself when she leaned in closer and let one of the other 2 prongs catch her areola. It sucked the milk in the folds and then yanked as much titflesh in itself as possible. The 3 forces on the ends of her breasts felt surprisingly good and after examining her body decided to put the extra hose heads to good work.

"Time to clean up after a good milk bath." She said to herself.

She pulled the hose across her breast, sucking and releasing skin and fat leaving a less wet Pauline in the end. She thought of masturbating during the milking... and so she did! Fuck it.

She thought about if Bill had taken her from behind, pulling her overalls down and fucking her tight little pussy then and there. Andy surely would have done her the service of burying his head in her unlatched udder and feasting on her flesh. He'd suckle her hard but if he wanted to come anywhere near Bill's gift of pleasure, he's need to rough up her whole tit.

Pauline then thought about both workers - how they respected her unfortunate nudity and left quickly. She knew they would love her body, just like most people would she thought, she was abnormal but she was worth at least one night of fun to everyone. She felt an extreme attraction from Andy though, he really seemed to like her body.

She rubbed herself harder, thinking about how many times Andy had seen her topless and dripping titty milk - one day, she'd give him something special, she thought in her chemical craze. She felt like he deserved it, even though he was a dumbass - he just put up with being the new guy forever, and she knew she tempted him often enough. One day she'd take her breasts out after giving him a nice meal, drop them on his plate and say, "No a lot for dessert - will two overgrown udders do for tonight?"

Bill, however, was far more refined and even though he could recognize her overtly sexual body structure, seemed less interested in her. She wasn't as interested in him either, but if he weren't her employee, she'd want a night with him.

She wanted a night with everyone at that night.

She fingered herself harder, and eventually she made the milk puddle she sat in a little bigger. She'd been sensitive since cumming earlier and nearly showcasing her milk making machines to two men made her horny enough to cum so quickly.

The scent of milk and sweat filled her head and she decided to head to bed and clean up the next day. As she walked back to her house, she nursed her almost empty left teat. She considered why the dairy farming equipment was even in her barn when she saw a shimmering puddle of white by the side of her barn.

A question for tomorrow, she reminded herself, walking into her house and passing out on her bed. Maybe she'd actually fuck someone tomorrow, looking at how sexually charged her entire day had been.
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