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Pauline's Pumpkins - Day 02

Second day finished - as a heads up, each of these chapters I'm looking at pacing and action in different ways, to get an idea of what I want to do more or less of in the future, so look between these chapters of Pauline's adventures as me getting my bearings. This story contains massive lactating tits with some reluctance

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Pauline woke up feeling rested but chilly, and immediately remembered how she'd fallen asleep without a blanket. She stretched her arms and legs away from her center and yawned until she started trying to arc and crack her back. Her body forced itself back against the bed, which didn't surprise her. She saw the curve of her enormous boobs on both sides acting like a giant rubber band and resisting her efforts to move up.

She tilted her head to the left and stared at her ginormous chest with drowsy blue eyes. Her left boob, like the rest of her body, was completely naked. It was also wrapped against the bed's edge like a 50 pound pancake beginning to slip off a plate. She lazily shook her boob; it was surprisingly firm, not as malleable as she was used to it being, and her boob kept a lot of it's flattened shape despite her shaking. This happened to her breasts more often than she wanted; after not milking her tits thoroughly, they would overflow with milk, making a mess and getting firm.

Such a milk-heavy night left her confused as to why she was so swollen so she looked to see if she was leaking heavily. There were multiple streams of milk sprinkling the side of her bed and her blanket on the floor. She either hadn't lost that much milk tangled in the dairy hoses yesterday or she regained a lot of her milk overnight. She made a lot of milk overnight, but she took a while to fill up and these tits were pushing against their carrying capacities.

She then looked beyond her chest again, pulling some of her bedhead tufts out of her face. She thought about cleaning her milk blasted blanket but felt more tired than usual and decided to focus on waking up, at least calling her sister like she had planned. After some weak attempts to fight her personal planets' gravity, she decided to relax a little longer since she could call Rory before even leaving her bed. Pauline turned and located her phone on the nightstand to her right.

That was when her right breast became visible. Not only did she now realize how close to the right side of her bed she was, sagging a good foot of her chest off the bedside, but she'd lost sensation. She pulled on her left breast to bring it closer, to let her turn and get a better look at her right breast, and she was amused by how numb her milk tank was to the touch. As she turned to get a better look, she felt a tingling feeling and saw her breast slide for a moment. Next thing she knew, she was on the ground. She fell hard on her side but she had a fleshy beanbag to break her fall.

After catching her bearings, Pauline realized her right breast had been hanging off the side of her bed all night. She looked around at the strange puddle of milk she'd fallen into and realized to her horror that her right breast had also taken on an abnormal shape: after she pulled herself off her tit with the wooden nightstand she saw that her right boob looked like an overfilled water balloon, completely swollen towards the bottom. She watched it swing back and forth for a moment before she decided she needed to make the call - dealing with her body could wait.

Phone in hand and tits in their leaking state, she dialed Rory up. As she leaned on the nightstand, she saw it was 7:10 - very late for her usual start of the day, but more importantly only 20 minutes before she was expecting Bill and Andy. Worried about her own time management, Rory picked up the phone after 3 stress inducing dial tones.

"Hey Pauline! What's up?" Rory responded enthusiastically.

"Uh... hi to you too, Rory. I wanted to talk about what else I found yesterday." Pauline pushed out groggily. She sounded too uninterested in the conversation to justify her being the original caller, compared to Rory's oddly cheery tone.

"Oh? Did those creatures do anything more to your crops?"

"Well," Pauline's voice was returning to her, "not any more dog things since they first attacked some pumpkins yesterday, but I'm honestly more weirded out by the fact that I just found a cow milking set up and the pumping machine and all that in a barn, the one nearest to my house. With the odd timing of your call and the dogs, it just felt oddly out of place and concerning. What do ya make of that?"

"Actually, this just became finalized Monday, only four days ago, but I wanted to move one of my client's milking machines into an undisclosed barn. They've begun to owe us some money and they agreed to lend the machine to us until they pay their debt off. I didn't realize it was your farm that was the closest, but you should have been told at the start of the week, or even last evening. Sorry you weren't notified... I promise we'll move it out soon! We just needed temporary space..." Rory said each word with an apologetic tone, and after having such a solid explanation to another oddity of yesterday, Pauline felt happy enough not to care about not being told.

"Oh that's fine, I just wasn't informed. Maybe I didn't respond to them trying to contact me and I ignored them so they assumed they could shove it in the barn. Weird and a little unwelcome, but all is forgiven."

"Well, that's definitely my thoughts, I doubt it would just so happen that a milking machine would appear in your barn right when a milking machine was sent to a farm near you. Either way, anything else to say? I've got a long day ahead of me and if you have something we can talk about another day I'd like to save it for later."

"Not really, besides that milking machine I'll keep you posted on the dog things. What's up today?" Pauline inquired.

"Just... working out money with a client, and the deep complications that brings. I've just got a ton of busy work and communication issues came up recently and they're making things more difficult than they need to be... you know, not a big issue just needs to be dealt with. Same people whose milking machine we're holding onto. I'm gonna be up late tonight, hoh boy..." both women laughed at Rory's expense.

"Well alright then, I've gotta get up for the day too, take care of yourself now ya hear?" Pauline said in a judgemental tone.

"Heh, k Paula. See you around. Also!..." Rory caught Paula about to say goodbye and hang up, "would you mind if I left you with some other dairy farm supplies and equipment? I think I'll personally see to it you're contacted but I wanted to ask now."

"Yeah that's fine, just have them talk to me this time around. Anything else?"

"Thanks! Not at the moment, so take care!" And with that, Rory hung up. Pauline put the phone down, took a deep breath, and wobbled over to the bathroom. Both udders painted her path with milk, slapping against her sides as she walked. She was all the more annoyed when she realized her personal milking machine had been left in her room

Pauline's boob was regaining feeling, which would have been great in most scenarios. While there wasn't an early yellowing for bruises, internal titty pain stung her chest. The milk puddle at that side of her bed was far more of a mess than the mess under her left tit left. Not to mention, instead of just resting atop the corner of her bedside, her right breast had actually been slowly yanked down by gravity towards the floor and the cold of leaving her chest uncovered combined with the pull on her glands all night gave her skin a cold pinch.

She had to do something about her boobs, but something else had to be done beforehand. At first dealing with Bill and Andy had made Pauline worried, not only because of her unprecedentedly heavy breasts but also because of her current tiredness. The strange events involving the dog things, whatever they were, were more than enough reason to halt operations for a short time, she thought. What day was it even? Thinking back, Rory had said Monday was four days ago, so it was the end of the week probably... it was Friday!

While it only took her moments to realize which day of the week it was, she knew she needed more time to wake up, and because it was Friday and scary circumstances had come up with the dog creatures - she was definitely calling in a skip day for everybody. There weren't many people working at the farm, and the only people Pauline really spoke to who she employed were Bill and Andy, so she decided to have Bill break the news. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. As she waited, she looked down at the cold, wet milk sack slowly swinging around her right knee and began massaging it.

"Uh, hey Paula, how're you?" Bill replied as soon as the dial tone silenced.

"Honestly, not great. I feel pretty terrible starting this day off, I don't know what's up but I'm super tired for some reason, and with the dogs and everything, I was probably going to cancel today anyways but tell everybody now that they can head home, ok?"

"Oh... yep I will, good call there with the dawgs and such, do you need anything specific from me?"

Pauline thought for a moment, still hazy from her tiredness, "Uh, well actually... I don't know what's at the store, but I'll pay you back whatever you get plus the time you spend driving for hours if you can find... something,..."

"Somethin like what?" Bill caught her pause.

"Agh, just something maybe to help repel the dogs better, at least a few more rounds for my rifle. I don't know if you know the type but... lemme remember..." Pauline didn't think to check the gun itself before Bill replied.

"Oh I know the type, gen-u-ine pownt two-twenah three remin-tin bullits..." Bill laid heavily into his accent.

Pauline chuckled, "Yeah, heh, thanks Bill. I really do appreciate you. Call me when you get back, I might not hear you knock. Again, tell people to head home, I'll tell Andy myself, take care."

They wished each other well, and Pauline got to calling Andy. She was still massaging her right breast while she waited, and the pain that shook herself as well as the cold touch her skin gave off was dissipating. Even though she was carrying an overfilled water balloon, her warm milk felt nice dripping down her chest, and she decided that now the call to cancel had been made, she should move somewhere more appropriate to drain herself.

She grabbed the green velvet box with her gift and began walking to the bathroom. She saw she was leaving a milky trail behind, as her tits slapped against her hips and her nipples streaked across her thighs. Andy picked up as she reached her destination.

"Up-hay! Hey, it's Andy, what's the news?"

"Hey dude, I just wanted to say that I had Bill tell everybody else to head home."

As Pauline was talking, she set her box down on the marble sink countertop. While Andy talked, Pauline swung her left breast clockwise and counterclockwise, looking like a Scottish caber tosser winding up with a tree stump.

"Oh, ok, was this a recent decision? Somethin happen this mornin? More dogs? Or... whatever they-"

SLAP!

Andy stopped at the loud slap sound and right when he was about to ask if everything was alright, SLAPP! A wetter slap sound came through, followed by quiet laughter.

"...Uh, Pauline? Everything ok?"

"Oh, uh just, yeah," She said, watching her boobs leak on the counter, "I'm just tired is all, and today's been really strange."

"Already? What happened?"

"Welp, even though having everyone stay home for Friday because of some rat dog dilemma, whatever those ratty hyenas turn out to be, I'm honestly glad I could use this as an excuse to take today slowly. I'm tired, and uh..."

"Uh what?"

"And... my titties seem kinda fucked right now..."

"Yeah?!" Andy seemed very awake.

"Yeah! Oh my God yeah, not like you'd know much about what packing these kinda milk tanks is like but they just have problems sometimes. To be honest..." Pauline said, now realizing it herself, "...It feels kinda like I'm having a growth spurt - or at least my overdeveloped breasts are..."

After saying that aloud, she shook her chest across the marble and looked at the size of her chest. Her right breast looked distended in weird places making it hard to tell if it really had changed size permanently, however her left breast looked larger than even her normal maximum capacity state. She knew that sometimes they would swell due to her continuous use of birth control, however the signs of being tired, full of milk and even a little tender usually happened whenever her milk marshmallows jumped a couple sizes.

"Wow, what makes you think?" Andy chimed in during the silence, "just, you're bigger? You feel growing pains?"

"Yeah kind of, I've been walking around with what feels like more milk in each of these monsters and looking at them closer, they look bigger than when I'm normally full up. I certainly feel like I'm growing, feelin tired and tender around. I'll be alright, I've just gotta milk myself soon though before I stain my floors too badly."

"Yeah, you don't want the same situation with when you were gushin everywhere shootin the dogs, or when you kept trippin inta the wheat, or even-"

"Yeah I get what you're sayin Andy," Pauline interrupted. That made her laugh somewhat nervously and Andy chuckled in response. She had just been reminded that seeing herself bursting with milk was something Andy and many of her workers had seen multiple times. She felt a little embarrassed, but nothing she put too much thought into.

Right then she wanted to take care of her body before too long. She was also getting hungry, but decided that she could eat after she wouldn't milklog her kitchen floors. She fumbled with the milking device, still talking with Andy.

"Yeah, well either way you don't have to come in or if you're driving up you can head home. You know I've got a battle to wage to get these things wrung out." Pauline then realized a mistake she'd made: opening the box, she realized she had left the pump specific gallon jugs she pumped into the kitchen fridge. She usually took a few jugs to take on her massive milk load and emptied them into containers to reuse the jugs, and if she wanted to use the pump to contain her milk she'd have to grab them.

"Yeah, for how slim you are, you know how to carry fat."

"Oh, well thank you." Pauline had begun slowly backing up to drop her tits off her sink. She hadn't realized how much they'd been talking about her tits until then. Andy's compliment made her feel warm and another uncertain feeling.

Until she pulled herself off the countertop.

She backstepped her pancaked tits to the marble's edge and her weight ran her massive bumpy areola and thick nipples across the corner. Her nipples got caught under her soft, dark milk manholes and she moaned involuntarily. They were held there for a moment, plastering her mirror and sink with milk. After her milk loosened her areola's frictional hold on the corner, her twins slapped against her legs and slight reminders of the pain she felt earlier made her collapse into her sink drawer.

"Well I just... uh, you ok?" Andy jumped from defensive and embarrassed about his compliment to honest confusion.

Pauline hadn't fallen too hard or too low. It was certain she had begun another small growth spurt: she really had been tender, and the hot sensation of her crushed nipples. She pulled herself up, whipping her now messy hair out of her face with one hand, still gripping her phone in the other. "Oh... I'm just, I need to hang up. Take care!"

"Well wait," Andy halted Pauline from hanging up.

She decided to hurry over to her fridge. "Yeah? Whattaya need Andy?"

"Just wanted to say, if there's anything you need from me I've been parked here since you called."

The sound of light slapping as Pauline lightly jogged out of the bathroom stopped as she turned the right hand corner into her house's living space. She turned the corner to look behind the house into the farm and failed to see anyone. A gentle knock on her front door surprised her and in an instant she had jumped to the opposing corner of her little hallway. She saw Andy standing outside her door. He waved to her, and she waved with the phone in her right hand. Her left hand was frantically pulling herself back behind the corner, as her lighting fast turn had slammed her right boob against the wall.

"Oh! Hi Andy!" Pauline couldn't help her nervous laughter "I didn't even know you were here!"

"Well, I got here right when you called, and when you started talking about trouble I went straight to your front door. I was going to ask to come in if you needed help... I was trying to avoid walking in on you less than dressed but I guess I don't need to come inside to see that."

He laughed. She laughed less. "Ha ha, very funny. Thank you for not running inside without asking. You can come in and we can talk for a sec."

Andy hung up and walked through the door. He was feeling much more comfortable around Pauline knowing she was naked, panicky and ironically softer in her words. Pauline felt comfier around Andy compared to many people who could have been waiting at her door at a time like this, but she felt somewhat vulnerable around him. Right now however, feeling vulnerable to Andy wasn't a tough predicament.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Pauline called out. She moved her arms to give her left hand the phone and then fumbled to get her arm around her laundry room. It was right around the corner she was against and without any clothes it seemed like a safe place to throw it.

"Ha, yeah, coming out here so early you'd think I work here. Fancy seeing you make this messy lil crime scene..." He looked like he was staring at her chest through the wall, until she looked at the wall itself. There was a crater surrounding a hole she'd broken into wall with drops of milk scattered across it with a shotgun spread of her milk splattered across the wall where her nipple explosively recoated the paint. It looked like a comet to Andy, 50 lost dollars to Pauline.

"Fuuuuuck."

"Yeah," he giggled, "I'm impressed that wall took a full wrecking ball head on."

"Yeah, well, it's not that big a deal, just get it fixed. Either way, good to see you, and you're here to help if I need anything?"

"I'm at your service, as usual, but if we're all taking the day off like hell I'm working the land or doing paperwork on my own."

"Y'ever fix a wall?"

Andy seemed a little disappointed to hear that, seen in his smaller smile and stop to what was continuous laughter. She didn't feel like making Andy fix her milk meteor aftermath. Thinking about the wall reminded her of her tits, suddenly realizing how tender she felt. Her earlier surprise blocked out the slight pain and sexual pulse her tit emitted. Her nipple had exploded across the wall, feeling hot and wet. Something besides her chest felt hot and wet traveling her own train of thought.

"I'm just kiddin, even though you scared me into heavy demolition mode." Pauline snickered at Andy, whose mood immediately jumped back up. "Now, I guess since you're here, Bill's gone to grab some things to help me against the dogs. I could use some personal help though..." she ended her words with a slow fade to quietness.

Andy stuffed his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows "Yeah? And what would that be? I'm certain I can be of assistance."

This sudden confidence took her by surprise, and she liked it. Andy didn't usually speak with Pauline for as long as he had today, and with constant pokes at her massive bust, it was clear that something about yesterday had made him more brazen in his words. It seemed like her first clear hint had given him a burst of self certainty, and she was down to ride it out.
"Yeah, did you see anything like... buckets? In the other barn?"

"Um," it was Andy's turn to feel surprised, and Pauline only gave him a smug, sexy look of contempt. "I think I might have yesterday..."

"Yeah? Check for two, in the barn right next to my house. I'll be in the bathroom when you get back."

And with that Pauline winked at him and quickly ran around the corner, invisible yet slappably audible. Andy walked further inside, admiring the damage her fat whopper did to the wall.

"Get the buckets!" Pauline screamed.

Within the minute Andy was at the door of the bathroom with both buckets, slightly out of breath. After letting his blood circulate for a moment, his pants began to lift further as he looked inside. Pauline's bathroom had mirrors covering the sink and toilet's wall and its opposite, with the door frame above Andy and the shower opposite that.

On the marble sink countertop, Pauline sat with her gigantic dripping udders hanging over her knees. They hung over her knees, concealing them and spreading out to hide her hips and pelvis. Andy walked in slowly to admire her tits: they were massive, pale, lightly freckled blobs that sagged just below her sitting position knee caps. They were somewhat pearlike, but really just round with a hint of sagginess. Her darkened areolas were bigger than his face; they had folds like raisins and bumps across them and even they sagged downwards ever so slightly. Jutting out of them were plump nipples, big like baby bottles but more rigid and they pointed where her toes did. The rest of her body was still beautiful to him though: she had strong, gorgeous speckled calves with pudgy feet and kept nails. Her arms had more freckles than anything else on her body and she rested her palms on the countertop to her sides, dainty yet sturdy. She was a sight to behold, but her appeal amplified by the specks of milk across her body. Her nipples weren't streaming out fluid at the moment, but they were constantly dribbling onto the tile bathroom floor, filling in two small puddles.

Andy struggled to meet her bright eyes, watching her boobs slowly shuddered as she breathed. He looked up to her face to see her lustful gaze, with her wide smile full of small pearly teeth between her plump, freckled cheeks.

"You like what you see?" She tilted her head inquisitively and her eyes shifted between Andy and her chest.

She then leaned forward slightly and rocked her shoulders back and forth, sliding her titmeat across her legs. The hypnotic sliding gave her nipples momentum dripped milk across the floor. After giving Andy a titty swinging show, she laid her ribcage on her boobs and shook her shoulders quickly, rapidly flailing her plump nipples around and squirting more milk. Andy was hit between his knees and his belt by a couple spurts.

"Take your clothes off... except your underwear, you don't get to take that off."

"Ok," Andy had begun undressing, "I'd like to take my underwear off."

"I want to." Pauline said mischievously. She'd returned to rocking her shoulders sitting up. Her words made her swinging flesh somehow more appetizing.

"Before I do though, you need to help me deal with my growing tits. Put those under me, I'm leaking all over the floor." She gestured to the buckets, and he almost threw them under her milk faucets.

After he'd finished taking his pants off, Pauline stared at his massive bulge. Andy must have been huge! Pauline immediately moved her right hand under her tit, reaching between her slightly spread legs. Andy noticed and smiled at her, and she realized she had been caught.

"Heh heh... I guess you're not the only one who's impressed..."

Andy stepped towards Pauline, nuzzling his dick against her underboob. He raised his hands above her pale flesh palms down and slowly lowered them into her. Pauline had begun rubbing herself slowly as his hands pressed into her tits, and his dick jolted up through the fabric, now between the lower curves of her breasts. He rubbed his hands across the massive fields of freckly and milk spotted breast, each hand slowly pushing in and out of her upper layer of tit fat. They reminded Andy of some kind of meat jello, firm and stable in their look and touch but pushing into them, they couldn't resist much force.

Andy then put his body weight into her breasts above her thighs and squeezed. They were a lot firmer the deeper he pushed, and as he flattened part of her breasts into looking like donuts, her nipples rose and let loose a torrent of milk. Pauline let out multiple moans into her lips as he sunk in and pulled back, constantly forcing her breasts down and pulling them up by fatty love handles. As he pulled up one last time, she opened her mouth and let out a long but soothing "thank you". He noticed that she had just begun to move her fingers around in her body more quickly.

"My goodness gracious... I'm so glad you chose to start slow..." Pauline said. "I'm tender right now, and so sensitive, and you've been so gentling pushing my milk around..."

Andy had enjoyed feeling around in Pauline's tits, like pressing into massive, warm, sand filled medicine balls, but he wanted more. He then ran his hands across her chest, now inches above her areolas. There, he slowly sunk his fingers into her chest. She felt him moving to gently massage her again, but had an exciting surprise when he dug his fingers deeper than he had before. She squeaked a moan in response, and he kept digging deeper until the flesh in his hands was firm like bike handles. He held tight and slowly raised her teats up.

"Oh!" she cried, "I'm so tender- oh! Andy-"

She began to slow her fingering down and her whimpering continued as he raised her breasts. He held the upper curves of her chest just above her head and lowered himself until his face was at an equal level. He then pulled her tits into his face, forcing them to blast milk, and swung them side to side, violently smacking his own cheeks with her titty tips. Pauline was in slight pain, but he had been benevolent to her chest. After some smacking, he opened his mouth and slid her right areola across his face. It was plump and bumpy and she could feel him bite and nipple on all her soft flesh, moaning as he sucked her in and squealing when he bit and chewed on her.

"I'm really sensitive right now Andy!"

"I'm sorry... It's just, you've got so much to play with, and I feel like I'm being gentle as is."

"Well.. AGH!" Pauline shouted weakly as Andy bit into her nipple. As soon as his teeth dug into her hot, dripping nipple he took a blast of hot milk that half filled his mouth. Andy unclasped his lips and harassed her nipple brutally, pulling back and forth as well as letting her left breast flop against the counter, using his now spare hard to mold and squeeze her distended areola. Pauline moaned weakly, fingering herself stronger and stronger with each pull on her nipple.

Andy hummed inquisitively, trying to see if Pauline really needed him to stop. In response to the hum Andy almost choked on a fire hosing of milk. Pauline tilted her head back and let out an unrestrained guttural sigh, rapidly vibrating her digging fingers. Andy stepped away for a mere moment, pointing the gushing udder in his hand downward. He watched as she climaxed, left breast blasting straight into the side of a pale, the one in Andy's hand aimed to paint the mirror wall. He held her chest up amazed at her force her chest could exert on her milk, as multiple close streams of milk were relentlessly coating the mirror white. Andy shook her breast back and forth, enjoying the sight of her streaming across the mirror.

Pauline looked back at her poor breast, watching him painfully throw her heavy bloated tit around. Right above her areola where Andy was tightly squeezing her was one of her breast's pressure points and he would let go. It was too much for Pauline to handle as he squeezed even tighter, and she tried to move her unoccupied hand to smack her breast to get his attention. Her own smacking was rough on her now extremely vulnerable breasts, and her tenderness had no left.

Andy noticed Pauline's hand reaching out to him. He saw that she appeared speechless, mouth open but unable to speak. She looked overwhelmed but so content he couldn't ignore her pleasure. Andy looked from her sweet face down to her left breast. He had neglected it, and even though her right titty could have filled its own empty bucket easily, the left had only filled half the pale.

Her right breast was pulled high, making Pauline gasp as her streams touched the ceiling for a moment. Andy then let her chest drop and slam hard into the counter, forcing pain from her. She cried out as her breast let out another wave of uncontrollable spurts, now filling the near empty bucket. There was a moment of rest now, as Andy gawked at her body. Pauline was slowly keeping her mood alive, slowing her hand to a gentle circle around her g-spot, not sure what Andy wanted to do now.

"Welp..." Pauline gasped, regaining her breath, "Did that... did you..."

"I feel like a kid in a candy store." Andy filled one of her pauses.

He then grabbed both her floppy milk whoppers and slammed them together, making a massive SLAP sound, shedding a little milk off her titanic orbs and stripping a lot of milk from inside her chest, making a flushing-metal sound as she dropped another double stream of milk into the buckets. He then shook them together, sliding the slick flesh against itself, and Pauline emitted a cooly cringe.

"Shh... ooo I'm so sensitive right now..." She smiled across her chest at Andy.

Andy then released her right and dug both hands into the sides of her left, near the nipple. He raised her chest up to his face, squeezing her gently, pulling her towards his widening grin. Each montgomery gland felt his breath, and she looked back and forth from his approaching mouth to her nipple. As she was about to say something on how she was extra sensitive at the moment, Andy pushed her breast against itself with one hand, holding it so that her erect nipple was pointing straight up now leaking intensely with anticipation.

She reached her arm up to slow his head from landing too roughly into her tit flesh but it did little to help her when Andy began drinking vigorously from her nipple. After a moment of shock from the pleasure, she gripped his hair in her hand and pulled up, trying to relieve his onslaught of sucking on her milk sack. Andy was deep in her breast and his rough biting and chewing into her vulnerable breast was too much for her.

She stopped fingering herself to hold her body up as Andy milked her on and on, already wet enough from his force. Almost as soon as she took her hand away however, Andy's hand snuck between her legs and before she could grab him with her firm thighs his hand was deep into her slit. The milking and harsh repetitive zig-zagging of his hands around her clit was maddening! She gave up her breast to his whims and reached between her legs to stop herself from exploding on his hand immediately, and in response Andy pulled away from her breast, sucking harder than ever and almost pulling her off the counter. He had sucked much of her areola in, and she could literally feel her milk being pulled down his tongue and throat. His biting into her thick fatty tit and hot raw nipple was surging mixed signals throughout her body, but combined with his unexperienced yet powerful finger fucking was delicious.

She screamed with joy, enduring the pain and unable to comprehend all her senses. Despite her efforts, she exploded, from both breasts and between her legs. Andy had to let go of her breast with his mouth, spitting out some of the milk he couldn't swallow. As her breast slunk down it beamed a wide laser against the mirror wall behind them, but neither noticed as Andy pulled Pauline in for a deep kiss. He was enjoying her body heavily, but he could stop sucking to calm things down with some passionate tongue with his boss. She hesitated for a moment but embraced his mouth with hers and reached around her breasts to grab his shoulders and pull him closer. Andy came in close and pushed himself against her legs.

After her breasts began to cool off, still somewhat hot from the intense sensations of Andy's face and hands, Pauline slowly reached down and grabbed Andy's underwear.

"Finally"

His faint whisper made her giggle into his face, giving him a deep kiss before pulling away. She went to reach down to grab the hem of his underwear, but couldn't reach past her massive chest. Pauline dropped her head into her hefty pillows and sighed, which made Andy laugh. Andy picked her up and lowered her to the ground, into a dry spot amidst the milky mayhem. Pauline could finally see how much of an explosive mess she'd become, almost filling the buckets and overfilling the cracks in her tiling. She'd need to clean up eventually, so making more of a mess couldn't hurt.

"Wooh, you're heavy," Andy commented, letting out a quick exhale.

Pauline turned to Andy, seeing his thin frame, naked and up close; she hadn't thought about it before, but his tall, lanky body put his dick right between her tits. She turned to envelop his bulge and shook her shoulders, spanking his penis with the plump tips of her breasts. It twitched each time she made contact, and pulled the fabric tight. She used both hands and pulled the edges of his pants down, slowly bending her knees, looking up to Andy the whole time, until his waistband snapped down and something popped up.

Andy was skinny and tall, so judging his size just from inside his underwear would have been difficult. Pauline tracked the flash of motion she saw in the corner of her eye. His penis was sticking through her untied hair and she quickly backed up onto her knees to get a better look at this monster cock she'd just witnessed; he was slightly curved and almost average thickness, but there were about seven inches of heaven she was going to have to take on. Nothing daunting, but just like herself Andy could impress.

Andy beamed down at Pauline who slowly moved her hand across his length. She was admiring his manhood, slowly turning her hand motion into a handjob. Before she picked up the pace, she slowed down and looked up to Andy. He was caught off guard, anticipating her saying something, anything besides just holding his dick in her hands and looking up.

"You're... an alright boy Andy, you're sweet at times and you're certainly helpful... again time dependent, but I do appreciate you. And I know you appreciate me." She jiggled her jugs, sliding and smacking against his legs. "And because it's been hard to say no to you, for multiple reasons..." she said with a slight strain, still thinking to her poor, tender, manhandled mammaries, but built her tone up into a cheerful one "I'm doing this, and you're doing this... having sex thing..."

After a short pause, her tone flattened "But keep it a secret."

Andy looked at her and blinked, not sure if she was pleading with him or threatening him. Either way, he wasn't particularly mean spirited, and even if he thought he might say something about this one day... "Of course." was his only response. Pauline nodded her head and in an instant his penis disappeared inside her mouth.

Andy tried to back up out of instinct, but caught himself on the counter. Pauline was slithering her tongue across the bottom of his dick, up and down for a moment, and then dragged her tongue along his length as she backed her head away. Before she let him go, she tongued his tip, threatening to go inside his urethra for a moment before relenting with a POP, and his dick stood at attention straight in her face. "You taste good" she said, and then grabbed the base of his shaft and shoved him back in like a midnight snack. She was so proficient, her freckled cheeks lapsed around him and she never broke her sealed lips reaching his every extreme. Andy was beginning to feel weak, having to steady himself on the counter and resting a hand on her head.

He initially began shoving her harder against his cock, but she over accommodated and she began taking such deep sucks that crippled him to move back slightly too far. He slid on some of the milk and almost hit his head on the ground, barely catching himself. Andy felt the strangest sexual feeling in his memory, and then saw that Pauline had come with him during his fall, still relentlessly sucking. He saw that his thighs and balls were resting on her tits, and milk was again streaming from her chest. Pauline, grunted as her bouncing compressed her chest over and over again, and moaned into Andy's meat as he began tugging on her tits. After finding her rhythm again, Andy's endurance faltered as the magical experience began boiling his nuts.

Pauline could see it a mile away, and as she hummed "gonna come?" over and over again, Andy surprised her with an unprecedented, loud scream of relief. Andy watched Pauline's eyes widen as she puffed her cheeks out, leaking a drop of semen from the edge of her lips. Even in her momentary surprise however she was determined to keep Andy from getting the better of her; through the orgasm Pauline wouldn't stop sucking and this drove him crazy! He let go of her breasts and immediately held her head up, trying to ease her merciless sucking! Andy let out a fainting moan as she pushed his hands away and gorged without remorse.

After a good few seconds, he calmed down, laying back and resting his wide eyes on the ceiling. Pauline pulled away and swallowed, sitting on her knees stretching her arms to rest on top of her breasts. She smiled at Andy, his dick poking straight up, a flag of surrender.

"You're pretty quiet, until you finish." She teased. Andy was usually more vocal, and this experience was definitely one to holler about. He had so much body and so many new experiences to focus on he'd just been a little unfocused during the past seven incredibly milky minutes.

"Yeah? Well excuse me for being a little distracted..." He'd sat up and squeezed Pauline's nipples, squirting more milk out.

"Well, it was productive milking, but I imagine Bill's coming back sometime soon, so I think you'd best be... dressin..." Andy and Pauline both looked at the small pile of Andy's clothes near the shower. It wasn't drenched in milk, but there were clearly droplets around the pile.

"Uh...," Pauline paused, "I can put that in a quick wash-dry cycle for you." Pauline stood up to get a better look, and as soon as she swung her fat right breast near Andy's face he immediately latched on and began nursing her fat can. She moaned, and patted her breast to ask him to stop.

"Not right now Andy, I really think Bill's going to be here soon, I'm still tender..."

"Hey you took a lot out of me, plus you still have a lot of milk, I don't think you want to go dripping all around your carpet or the wood in your kitchen, or especially when Bill's here! Let me take a quick sip at least."

Andy took a deep, long chug of her teat. Pauline tugged gently and Andy finally released her. She looked down at him, seeing him swish her milk around in his mouth. "You savoring that sip? Didn't get a good enough taste earlier?"

"You down to keep going after Bill heads out?" He asked. Pauline rolled her eyes and picked up his clothes. Andy waited a moment before defending his question, watching her huge freckled bitten bottom shake and spread, firm but fat. "I mean, I only fingered you, and you sucked me. I don't even know what your pubes look like, you hid them under your big ol'..."

"Flap jacks? Milk sacks? Hooters? Milk shooters? Cow cans and juice spewers?"

"You can't rhyme milk with itself. Plus juice spewer sounds like what I call my DNA rifle."

"I didn't, somebody I knew said all that, and that's such a strange way to say penis. I'm just trying to say that you can call these whatever, names aren't important and extra names are just what erotic writers use to make the phrase 'he played with her tits' and 'she sucked his dick' more interesting."
Pauline then gripped her swollen sandbags up by her knobby knocker tops and spread them to her sides and pointed her knees slightly outwards. No longer hidden by her cream cannons, Andy saw her pink slit spread under a small, trimmed dirty blonde bush.

"Great! Now sit me."

"Ha! No."

Pauline walked by with his clothes, and as she shook her ass right by his face he gave her a hard smack. She seemed to ignore it at first, but turned her head as she left the bathroom to give him a sly smile.

Walking into the short hall that held the bathroom, bedroom and laundry room, she immediately saw her bright phone screen in a pile of her shirts she hadn't put away. She turned the washer on for a 10 minute wash-dry cycle for Andy's clothes and bent down to grab the phone, careful not to shove her wet tots into clean clothes. She had two missed calls from Bill and an unknown number.

"Bill's gotta be here!" Pauline whispered over her shoulder.

Andy had been using one of her cleaner bathroom towels to wash and dry himself off. She motioned him to hurry up and told him that if he heard Bill ask to use the bathroom, he had to lunge into her bedroom. He approved of the instructions and Pauline scrambled to whip herself off with a towel in her laundry room. As she did she called Bill back.

"Uh hey, I'm on my way back!" Bill said over the call.

"Oh really?" Pauline was happy she had more time to dress. "I thought you'd have been back right about now I guess, but I see I've had some missed calls, both of which were a while back..." She was multitasking, cleaning and looking at her messages while on the call, and saw that Bill had called twice a short while ago.

"Yeah, I made it to the store, right nearby as ya know, and I wanteda ask you about your thoughts on some hyper strong animal repellent. I got your .223 Remington rounds as you asked, but I didn't know what lookeda be what you were asking for. However, I'm convinced this was the best choice, since somebody here said they'd been dealing with the same mongrels we've seen popping up."

"Really? Other people been seeing them? Glad to hear they, aren't, just, our, problem..." She was shaking herself into a set of slim jeans.

"Yeah! Said he'd give ya'a call, heard anything?"

"What? Whose this you were talking to?"

"Somebody who said they're an old friend, if you didn't hear nothing I wouldn't think much on it."

Pauline held a lacy black bra, hanging like a parachute stuck in a tree. She stopped dressing to check the number she'd gotten a call from besides Bill's. It wasn't a contact and it certainly didn't look familiar, but it was a local number from what she could tell.

"Alright, I'll call him back after you return - now stop calling and driving!"

"You called me ya nut! Also I'm pulling in, see you in a second."

"Alright, see you soon."

She threw her tits into her bra, quickly and with some trouble. As she walked out of the laundry room, she saw Andy on his phone, watching her struggle.

"Hey stop staring!" She glared at him.

"What?! I thought we were cool with each other naked, plus you're staring at me!"

"I'm not! You have to be naked, I'm decent now, I don't need help milking myself right now and Bill's here."

Andy sighed, turning to his phone. Pauline fit both tits in her tight bra. She really might have been growing, but this bra was normally small on her. Afterwards she put on a stretchy dark red nylon shirt. It accented her squished muffin tops but the actual shirt covered her cleavage.

She bounced out to her front door, where Bill had pulled his truck up to. There, he showed the heavy duty animal repellent and described the man he'd seen in the store.

"I didn't really recognize him... he was above average height, with a little darker skin than you and I, definitely a little red here and there... dark hair, brown eyes..."

This gave her a few ideas who might've tried calling her, especially if they were dealing with these creatures too, but it didn't narrow the list down enough. With that, she brought everything inside onto her kitchen table to reposition soon. However, she needed to figure out who this mysterious man was.

She dialed his number, but then remembered that Andy was inside her bathroom still. While Bill had been leaving, Andy had run into the laundry room and dressed himself again, but still had a hard on.

"You're still in the mood?"

"I've been watching you bounce around, plus I've been jerking myself to keep it alive because I was hoping we'd hang out a Bill left..."

Pauline gave an exaggerated sigh and dragged him over to her couch. She sat him down in front of the couch and flopped down right in front of him. He caught her breasts in his hands; they were still firm, but now her clothes helped hold them up, making it easier to lift them. He bounced her clothed tits a couple times before looking up to Pauline, checking if it was acceptable.

"You may play with them, but nothing more and the shirt stays on." She said this with a mostly straight face, a small smile breaking through. The call picked up, and Andy began mauling her breasts.

"Pauline! It's been a while!" An extremely familiar voice responded.

"Yes, so long I must have changed phones since we last spoke. I'm sorry, who's this?" Pauline didn't know what to ask besides that, as she began to feel herself drift slightly. If who she thought was calling was actually there, calling her, right now, she was going to freak out.

"Oh no, you have my number I think, if not that's fine, I just thought I'd call from my work phone. This is Conor, main dairy farmer now, you remember?"

Pauline was struggling to speak now, with so many thoughts racing through her mind.

Her old school friend hadn't spoken with her in ages. They'd been so close before, but after he got married and they both had to work their farms, he didn't keep in touch as often. Usually this kind of work brought people together ironically, but she knew his wife wanted him to spend less time with Pauline. Hearing him call now was insane: was it simply brought on by Bill's run-in? Was he going to call? Why hadn't he called sooner? All thoughts that bumped around her head, and the sexual high from earlier began to weaken, her tiredness and hunger slowly returning.

"...Conor?"

"Yeah, we uh... not that long ago we-"

"Of course I know who you are!" Pauline said almost accusingly.

"Oh sorry, I just totally would have understood if you forgot, we've been out of touch, it's really my fault."

"Why are you calling?" Pauline tried to sound emotionless, not sure what emotion to convey.

"Oh... well I just thought about how you were having troubles with the wild dogs- I ran into Bill in the hunting isle, and I thought about how you must be doing, and again, my fault we fell out of touch, but I just wanted to check in and say hi... are you ok? Is this a bad time? It's been a while and I'm picking up mixed signals."

"No! Now's not a bad time at all! I'm sad we fell out of touch too!" Pauline let herself be excited to hear from Conor. Andy took his face out of her massive cleavage and began listening in to her conversation.

"Yeah? I did too! And with such strange times, it sounded nice to talk to an old friend."

"Yeah, I feel the same."

"Yes, especially someone who would understand what I'm going through, I could really use some support in these troubling times."

"Oh no! What's happened?" Pauline noticed Andy listening in. She made a mock anger face and stuffed his head back in between her red clad breasts.

"Well, it's a lot actually, and honestly I understand how jarring hearing from me after all this time must be. So, I thought it would be a great idea to grab something to eat together."

"W-what?" Pauline was very surprised by this "W-aren't you married? That sounds... sketchy."

"Oh no! It doesn't seem weird to me if it's not weird to you. Plus, that's why I'm calling from my work phone - as you may or may not know, I work with Rory as well as yourself, we're both farmers with similar business arrangements, and I think that while I want to return to being good friends again, it might take time and that we can have some catching up alongside business discussion. You know?"

"That... sounds fine to me, I'd enjoy that."

"So, are you down tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?!"

"Too soon? I assumed you had plans tomorrow, we could meet another weekend or Sunday even if you aren't too busy."

Pauline would have agreed to see him now, if he'd driven to her home and had asked to talk over dinner at her house then and there. "Uh-no I'm completely free tomorrow, you want to come see how my house has changed? I've made some additions to the drywall you'd find funny." She chuckled.

"Oh I was thinking more high-end, at Busick's. I'd buy of course as I'm the one who suggested it."

"Really? That'd be sweet, but it seems awfully fancy."

"It's professional yet relaxing, a perfect place to catch up on lost years. Would six work?"

Pauline agreed and they'd set their plans into motion. Pauline slunk back into the couch and Andy sat next to her, curious.

"I think I've heard you mention Conor's name before, who is he?"

"Oh, an old friend... all the way back in middle school... honestly, my tits are probably growing right now, and as much fun as you might have milking me, I'm hungry as hell right about now, I've got a lot of draining to do, and you aren't even getting paid to be here."
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