More is More

love her until she becomes softer 🖤🥛

“Babe you look bloated right now let me rub out those burps out of you”

“lol babe ur belly will feel SO much better and hold a lot more food if you let all those farts out you know I think they are cute!!”

“There’s no such thing as too much ice cream! I got 3 tubs of the gelato from the cafe you liked to go!”

“lol babe I know you want to eat this forth plate of pasta let me undo those buttons for you, your belly needs room to breathe!”

I had purchased the little hobby dairy  farm  almost 10 years ago.  It wasn’t a huge place , but large enough for privacy and allowed me to pursue some of my kink interests too.. 

Sara was the neighbour’s girl, and over the decade I’d gotten to know the family, and, of course watched her blossom from a cute little girl into a beautiful young woman.  Over the years she would stop by my place, she seemed to like the cows and the dogs I had to watch over them., and when she did we would talk about most anything.  Often, I think, topics she didn’t feel comfortable talking to her parents about.  So when she stopped by that day on her college break, it was unexpected, but not surprising.  

The dogs barked letting me know someone had arrived, and I went downstairs, seeing Sara’s car pulling up. I waited on the porch for her. I must have taken her five minutes to get from her little car to the porch, petting each of the dogs as they ran around her and between her legs.  College was good to her, she had definitely  filled out in all the right places.  “Hir Mr. A”  she said as she climbed the few short steps to the porch. 

‘Good to see you, Sara, how are your folks?”  

“Not sure, I stopped here first.  My spring break plans fell through.  I guess they’ll be surprised to see me, My phone went dead hours ago and I couldn’t call ‘cause I forgot my charger.” 

“Sorry to hear that, come on inside, and we can commiserate over a cup of coffee”

I opened the door to let her in, and turned to follow.  Making coffee, we chatted about how her plans had fallen through, how college life was, the usual sort of banter.   

“Well, I need to go check on the barn, want to tag along?”

She agreed eagerly, I never did really understand why she liked the cows so much, but I grabbed a few apples on the way out, the cows always liked them.    When we got to the barn, I turned to the old laptop I had there to record daily production numbers, and she, taking the apples in hand, wandered further in, stopping to feed apples to a couple of the girls.    I finished up quickly and went to follow her and just as she turned, her eyes fell on something I’d forgotten I had left set up in one of the stalls  “”what the hell is that?” she asked.  Wha’ she’d laid eyes on was the “milking frame” that I had not bothered to put away after the weekend’s fun with a woman from the city.  

Not wanting to shock her too much, “it’s a bondage frame,  had some kinky friends from the city over this weekend and never got around to cleaning it up.,  I seem to remember you liked a bit of bondage…”  

She blushed a little, even though we had often had conversations about topics like that before, but I’d never shown her the kit, and certainly not the hucow milking frame.  “well I do but…”

“But?” and my horny brain kicked in reminding me to always strike while the iron is hot, “Want to try it out? Just to see?”

I could see the curiosity mixed with nervousness running across her face, so I took her by one wrist and my other hand in the small of her back and guided her over to it.  “just lean over that bar, put your arms here and here, guiding each wrist into place, and then snapping the first cuff then the second shut before she really knew what had happened.  She struggled playfully a bit, not knowing what to make of this, the “nice man” who had let her play with his cows and dogs suddenly had her bound in his barn.  I next secured the waist strap, and then, “for the full effect we should do your ankles too..” ,  and not really waiting for an answer I locked each angle to the floor posts as well.  Now relax and enjoy it Sara.  

I stepped back to admire her for a moment, the position of course left her tits handing down, and prominently displayed the curve of her ass, especially in her tight jeans.  You just wait there Sara, I have to finish up a few things.

I went back to the house, fished her car keys out of her purse, and moved her car into the equipment shed, pulled the sim card out of her dead phone and then picked up my toy bag and headed back to the barn where I found her struggling pointlessly against the shackles.

“Now I  do want you to get the full effect.”  Pulling a ball gag out of the bag, I held her nose, and then pushed it into her pretty young mouth and buckled it behind her head securely.

“actually, Sara, this is a milking frame… girls, or rather hucows, get milked in it. And you’ll make a very pretty hucow.”

Taking up the EMT shears my kit I began to methodically cut her clothes away, until she was naked.  She struggled, but the frame made sure that they were pointless. And for the first time I got to truly see how grown up she was.   As her jeans came away I could see, that despite her struggles, her thin panties were wet, and cutting those away revealed a freshly waxed cunt.   I supposed she had been planning for some grownup fun during her 2 week break. Well, Mr A was going to provide just that, though perhaps not exactly what she had had in mind.

I reached for the milking machine, turning it on, the steady thump-thump of the motor starting the sucking at the two cups which I rapidly affixed to each hanging udders, the sucking pulling her nipples deep into the cups. She screamed through the ball gag as the suction stretched her nipples. The pump however was relentless.   

 In time, she’d start to lactate, they all do.   

I left her like that for a few minutes, then fishing in my toy bag I pulled out the little u-shaped vibrator, pushing it into her, and the outer arm pressing right against her clit, I turned it on, the programmed settings starting low, then building over time, only to cycle back down.  The cycled specifically timed to never let her cum, over time the high intervals got less frequent and shorter.   

She struggled, but the machines are relentless.   I designed them to be.  The human body responds to stimuli.  Even when a girl may not want it to.  And Sara’s body responded, the constant building of her arousal, matched with the pumping of her young tits would in time forever link the two.  I let the first milking go on for 30 minutes.  Longer than necessary, from a physical standpoint, but necessary to start breaking her young mind.  The machine finally stopped, the cups dropping away as the suction released.  I looked at my new hucow’s nipples, large and engorged from the extended milking session, and I got the balm out,  Turning the vibrator back on, I began to massage the balm into her painfully distended and chafed nipples.   I took my time, being gentle, and whispering soothing words to her telling her it was going to all be OK.  Satisfied that she had been properly cared for I packed my things and left her.  I set the vibrator to run on low, and packed my things, leaving her locked in the milking frame, shuddering with the constant arousal.

Suction alone would take four to six weeks, and I didn’t have that much time.   Her trip had been only scheduled for 2 weeks, though her break should be a full month.  So this was going to need some medical assistance. Fun thing about running a farm is you can easily get access to almost any veterinary medication.  And most of those work just the same on humans.  The thing is, we share almost 90% of our DNA with other mammals.  Like dairy cattle. And running a dairy farm you get access to lactation increasing hormones easily.  Some math to adjust the doses, and I was set.  I then prepared some food for her, she was going to need it after all this.  High calorie stuff, with the right herbs to help lactation mixed in too. Returning to the barn to check on my new prize heifer, I found her sobbing through her gag. The shock was probably wearing off.  Before removing the gag I gave her the first hormone injection.  “Don’t worry Sara, it’s OK sweetie.  It’s just going to help you produce faster.”

When I removed the gag the begging started.  “please please please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go…”  I paid no heed to her words.  “you need to eat Sara.” And I offered her a spoonful of her food,  She of course refused it.  I expected that at first.  But offering it was important, she had to know she was going to be cared for. Opened a bottle of water, dropped a straw in it and offered it to her as well.  Again as I expected she turned away. I put the gag back in, left her with her food and water and left for a couple of hours.   I set her on a 4 hour milking schedule.  I’d come to her stall every 4 hours, attach the cups and let the suction do its work for 15 minutes at a time, twice a day she’d get her hormone shots.  Every time I removed her gag she’d beg to be let go.  Sometimes she tried screaming at me, sometimes she tried bargaining, sometimes she just begged.  I would just ignore everything she said, just saying calm reassuring nonsense and  cooing noises as I massaged the balm into her udders, and offered her food and water.  By the end of the second day she reluctantly took some water, then more.  By the third she started eating.  Hunger and thirst always win out.  When she ate, I gave her a sponge bath and washed and dried her hair.  a reward for her compliance.  Nearing a week in she stopped begging to be let go. 

By the end of the 2nd week she was becoming docile and producing.  Deprived of all human contact except at her milkings was having it’s effect. She started  to look towards the door when it was time for her milkings, looking forward to each session.   I got her a cow bell, on a collar locked around her neck, and for the first time in two weeks I released her from the frame, keeping her wrists shackled behind her and her ankles hobbled, I took her for a walk in the private paddock. Her bell ringing with each step.