I slowly and deliberately stroked Emma's breasts. My hands were not gentle but not harsh. I applied enough pressure to get her great heaving tits ready for a milking. While this would not have been unusual for our play, it was different in that we were seated in a park on a picnic table in broad daylight. Other people in the park drove by without seeing wha...
The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 16 by Lemaringouin translated by Pimanko Chapter 16 Return to the Fold * Martine, receptionist at the Good Breast diary, was on the telephone. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Walker. Non, Claudine hasn't come back yet, but she should be back soon. Hold on! I see her coming in right now. Can you wait a few seconds?" At that moment, Claudine...
'Since when have you owned a kilt?' I asked, eyeing Ethan's choice of clothing. 'Not until recently,' he said, taking a sip of tea as he sat at our kitchen table. 'But I feel they're making a comeback. I'll be a trend setter.' I eyed him suspiciously. 'Is your family even Scottish?' He let out a low whistle. 'I'm sure if you go back far enough in my famil...
Within a month of my induced lactation, I had settled into my new role as Jack's milk cow. My milking schedule was now at 15 minutes per breast every four hours, and I was producing a lavish amount of milk. We used a dual pump, so the time involved to empty both my breasts with the milking machine was more like 40 minutes, but if Jack milked me orally (which...
Chapter 3 The Visit to Room 2 The two women left the room while letting Amelie return to her work. They walked down the corridor to the door number 2. The sign indicated, 'Milking Room, Fortified Milk'. Please wear your security garments before entering.' Claudine opened and let Stephanie pass. This room also consisted of five tables. A young girl of aroun...
College is a big drain on the finances, so finding work was an absolute necessity. I'd transferred to this particular college because my folks were no longer paying my way. Several student loans, one scholarship, and a lot of luck had been required to gain admission. The bulk of costs were covered but my bank balance failed to meet the daily needs. Things li...
Author's Note and Acknowledgement: The original story was published in French on Literotica under the title 'Être vachue s'est merveilleux' in my profile. Translated by Pimanko. N.B.: I thanks Pimanko for his time and translation work. ***** Chapter 2 The First Milking Parlor Claudine opened the door and let Stephanie enter the first room while still hol...
Iris awoke the next morning and immediately noticed a change in her body. She felt... heavier. It took her a little extra effort to get out of bed, her breasts swinging freely beneath her gown. She walked into the bathroom to look at herself, and noticed already that her belly had begun to change shape. It was subtle, but it curved out slightly in a way it h...
Disclaimer: This story contains anthropomorphic characters and, unlike the rest of literotica, NO cheating wives, generic black guys or cuckolding, so if you don't like that, scram, you sadistic loser. ======= "He should be here any moment, now. Just a little longer, girls..." Under normal circumstances, the panda, Penny, would never talk to herself -- un...
Hi all, izenrann here again. Trying out something a little new, a little old in this chapter... exhibitionism! But I don't want to spoil too much. Enjoy the ride! ****** It was another bright and sunny morning at Brighton Farms (did they even have mornings which weren't bright and sunny) and Clarisse Evans, doctor and hucow, was off to get her weekly sche...