Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 15
As Puffycunt woke up, she felt a lot better than in the when before sleep. She would try to think happy thoughts from now on, she decided, while laboriously turning from her side onto her back. After all, there wasn’t a lot she could do right now except trying to be a good cow. It took a great deal of effort, pulling her own massive chest over her with each gentle turn, but Puffycunt finally managed to change her position. Now her enormous udders were pushing down on her, making breathing difficult and her full belly also pushed her down. She looked down and found half of her field of view consisted of round, veiny udder flesh.
“Did this cow’s udders get more bigger?” She asked herself. “No, this cow is imi… ima… making things up”, she decided. “That’s just not poss…well, it can’t be true. This cow is just con… con… just tired.” Udders couldn’t grow this fast, she was sure of it, or at least pretty sure. Caretaker would know better. At any rate, she really liked them like this. As uncomfortable as they felt when full, she knew it meant that she was a good cow and would give a lot of milk.
But right now she had to get up, since she was gasping for breath already. In one strenuous but swift motion, she raised her upper body and got her hooves under her, then pushed herself up without even needing the wall for balance and finally stood in her usual position, ass out, upper body bent slightly forward, legs bent at the knees, her round belly softly gurgling as the water repositioned itself. Once she was standing, she also released her bladder and urinated messily, soiling her legs and the straw where she had just been laying. The torrential leak didn’t even register in Puffycunt’s mind, the same way one doesn’t think about breathing.
As she shifted her weight from one hoof to the other, unconsciously bending over more to urinate, she felt the wet tips of her long, hard teats touch her legs. Again, she was reminded of the unusual size of those globes hanging on her chest, their massive weight and fullness. But before she could think about it once more, she heard Caretaker enter the barn and joined the chorus of moos from her herd, the need to get milked becoming overwhelming in her mind, pushing everything else into the background.
Puffycunt’s stall was one of the first to be visited by Caretaker, which made her feel proud. Feeling playful, she shook her udders at him when he entered, still mooing, almost losing balance as the weight suddenly pulled her body first left than right. But it was worth it as Caretaker laughed. “Looks like someone is in a good mood today, hm?” Mood? Puffycunt was confused by the unfamiliar word. “It must mean that he likes this cow’s mooing”, she decided and mooed again.
Before long, she was tied to the wall and greedily sucking from her feeding cock as she felt her udders draining, eyes locked on her pink friend plunging in and out of her mouth. The rhythmic suckling below seemed to take longer than before, but of course Puffycunt couldn’t be sure about that. And had the milkers been so large and heavy in the before when? They must have been, she decided. Before when, now when and after when: those ideas were foggy at best. There were also whens inside other whens somehow, although it was really all the same when. Trying to think about this made her head hurt, so she didn’t.
Finally, she was finished with sucking and being milked. Of course, the stimulation had also turned her into a quivering mess of sexual frustration again, her thighs stained by more juices squeezed out of her puffy cow cunt when she squeezed her thighs. She wished her shoulders had front legs, and hooves too, so she could try to ease the hot itch. But this was a stupid thought. Who had ever heard of cows with front legs?
Puffycunt waited but it seemed she had been denied a reward this time too. Although that made her feel bad, she tried her best to think happy thoughts. “Maybe next when.” she thought, followed by “Caretaker is always right. This cow must not deserve a reward this when, maybe if this cow is good and thinks more happy thoughts…”
Caretaker wasn’t finished with her though. “You’re not due for a reward, Puffycunt, but I think you deserve a treat at least.” As he detached her collar from the wall, he pulled her head even further down, until it was at the same height of his own crotch. Puffycunt was excited about this new development, but also confused. “A treet? Is this like a not-big reward?”
The question was answered when Caretaker used his other hand to pull his trousers down and his erect penis sprung out. Immediately, Puffycunt focused her gaze on this new cock, looking at it cross-eyed, which made her look even more simple-minded than usual. Although she had just sucked her feeding cock for what felt like many whens, she immediately opened her muzzle and pushed her head forward, enveloping Caretaker’s cock in the soft, toothless flesh.
Caretaker groaned as Puffycunt started sucking vigoruously. It was a different experience than the feeding cock. While the feeding cock only had its own vaguely chemical taste and the taste of the feed on top, this real cock had a whole number of different tastes for her to savour, and she enjoyed every single one. There was a musky one, a salty one, even a slightly spicy one. Not that she knew those words to identify them. She only thought “Caretaker’s cock tastes so good! So lots of tastes! This cow loves this treet! This cow loves Caretaker!”
Before long, Caretaker came with a grunt and Puffycunt’s muzzle was flooded with his cum, which she greedily swallowed. “Caretaker’s [FEED] tastes lots… the same to this cow’s feed,” she thought, “but also… not the same. It tastes even more good!” She continued sucking on the cock, but unlike the one on the wall, this one only had one load at a time and it soon became flaccid. Caretaker pulled it out of Puffycunt’s muzzle and put it back into his trousers.
She was still savouring the lingering taste, trying to keep it from drooling out of her slack jaw, as she trotted towards the cleansing station. She passed several rectangles with squiggles on them, but she didn’t even look up at them anymore. While walking, Puffycunt also became aware of her still bloated belly again and looked forward to “getting the belly water out.” Like the other cows, she soon stood in one of the rows and pushed the plug from her asshole, starting even before Caretaker said the command. After the water had left her, leaving her feeling empty but also clean inside, she looked up at the… rainmakers, waiting for their water. “This cow knew a not same name for this some when. But rainmaker is a good name too. Pretty name. So it’s not like a big thing.” she mused. She welcomed the freshness of the cold water as it descended. Some other cows in the rows mooed with what seemed like surprise. But surely they would know what to expect? After all, Puffycunt was the last cow that had arrived from… that had become part of this herd. “Stupid cows!” Puffycunt thought and craned her head so water ran into her open muzzle. “This cow is so… this cow needs to drink so bad!”