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Date: Sunday, May 10, 1998 7:01 PM

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Summertime at the Dairy
by Oxomox

According to the newspaper, the sun was supposed to rise at 5:13 that morning. But by that time, both Beth and Libby had been up for a little while. A dairy farm is made or broken by it's adherence to the milking schedule, and the cows weren't going to wait until a convenient hour to be milked, so the two sisters had downed a couple of cups of coffee and headed for the barn. Beth, the older of the two, outlined the schedule for the day.
"First we'll get the cows hooked to the milking machines, then after they have been milked, I'll go into town and get a couple of rolls of barbed wire among other things while you give them their hormone boosters."
"Sounds good," Libby replied, although secretly she thought it really didn't sound very good. Ever since the two had volunteered to tend the farm for their aunt and uncle while they took a vacation, Beth had been awfully bossy. At 23, she was only two years older than Libby, but she had a presence that seemed to radiate authority. While Libby and most other people attributed this to her height (5' 11"), Beth felt her confidence rooted in the size of her bust. It wasn't so enormous that it got in the way, but it was present. Present enough for Beth to be comforted when she mentally compared herself with Libby, flat chested in addition to short and completely curveless.
The two girls entered the barn and set about the task of harnessing the enormous teats of their extended family's dairy cattle.
Enormous isn't the word for some of them, Libby thought as she slipped a harness over a gigantic udder. Her uncle, in addition to breeding his own cattle, had developed a special supplement to give them which the rest of the family referred to as 'the hormones'. No one knew what it was, and Uncle Max wasn't about to tell anyone, but it was more than evident that it was effective.
Soon the two sisters had finished and they waited patiently for the milking to finish. As they stood at the end of the rows of cattle, Libby remarked on the size of one of the nearer animals.
"This girl looks like she can barely walk," she began, "would you look at the size of her udder? How much hormone has she received?"
"Quite a bit, I'd say," replied Beth, "This is Maggie, y'know."
"WHAT? Didn't Aunt Kathy say they were going to have to shoot Maggie because she was too small to be worthwhile, IF she produced any milk at all?"
"That's right."
"I had no idea how amazing this hormone was."
"Yea, well if it can do that for Maggie," Beth began innocently, "imagine what it could do for you."
"Knock it off Beth," Libby frowned, "I don't think that's funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny."
"Well you're not."
"Look Libby, do you remember the summer that I spent here when I was 16?"
"Yea… what are you saying. You didn't blossom like mom said, but instead took a shot or two of the hormone?"
"Not a shot or two. Just one. By accident." Beth defended. "I don't know if it was the hormone or not. I just happened to develop soon after I accidentally dropped some of the formula in something I was eating."
"Beth, there's no way a hormone could be that strong. First to have been digested and then for a small amount to give you a C cup chest."
"Well, I think I might have."
"Fine, keep thinking that," Libby dismissed, "In the meanwhile, it looks like the cows are done. Let's get these harnesses off."
A short while later and the harnesses were off. Beth hopped into the truck and drove into town. As she left, she called out the trucks open window.
"The milk company will be bringing a semi by in a couple of hours. They should have enough room for the rest of our supply."
And then she was gone, leaving Libby to inject the cows. All 100 head of them. Using the hypodermic didn't thrill her at all. In fact she really didn't want to do this at all, but it needed to be done. So, squaring her shoulders, Libby grabbed to gun, loaded it with what she gauged to be enough for all of the cattle, and walked out into the barn to do the deed.
As Libby approached the first cow, she talked to it in a calm, soothing voice.
"Easy girl, I'm just going to walk right up here and give you a quick shot…"
As she approached the cow, it moved uncomfortably, shifting it's weight on it's front two legs. Libby could only guess that the cow recognized the gun and was afraid. Carefully, she put the gun behind her back and took another step forward.
The cow, however, was not fooled. As soon as Libby was close, the animal lurched in panic, knocking Libby backwards into one of the wooden pillars in the barn. Libby felt the helplessness of falling backwards for a second before she banged her head on the pillar and was knocked cold.
When she woke up, she was on the ground in front of the cow, lying awkwardly with her left leg bent under itself and her right arm bent behind her back. Suddenly she remembered. Her right arm. The gun!
Quickly she pulled the tool from behind herself so she could see. The needle was in fine shape, and the trigger mechanism seemed to work. But what really had Libby worried was that the serum reservoir was empty. Sitting up to inspect the ground behind her to see where it had spilled, she was made uncomfortably aware of a sharp pain in her left buttock. She rolled over onto her right buttock, stood up and inspected the ground. There was no fluid anywhere. The straw was perfectly dry. The truth slowly dawned on her and she tenderly reached behind herself to touch her tender bottom.
Holy shit, she thought as she looked at the empty reservoir, have I just given myself a hundred injections? Of Uncle Max's mystery stuff?!
Just then, Libby's stomach growled, loudly. Holding her hands to her belly, she could feel it tightening into a fist, giving her a crippling hunger pain.
I've gotta eat! Oh God, what is there… she trailed off as she spied milk room. Lurching over to the door, she practically threw herself inside and staggered over to the open vat of milk. The separator was stirring gently, making long, thick swirls in the rich milk. Looking to the wall, Libby punched the nearby red button and stopped the stirring. Then, leaning down, she cupped her hands and brought a gulp-full of milk to her eager mouth. Lustfully she swallowed it down, with heavy cream running down her chin.
Not nearly satisfied, she put her hands on the sides of the vat and leaned her face down to the inviting fluid. Taking a deep breath, she thrust her face under the surface and began drinking. After a few swallows and a number of seconds, she resurfaced, took a breath, and dove back in. Libby did this a few times before she first felt a tightness in her chest.
Taking a brief break, she stood up and looked down at herself. Her bosom was indeed swelling. Her braless figure was swelling out, pushing her T-shirt away from her body and into the 'v' of her open flannel shirt. Her nipples jutted out prominently, seeming to pierce the wet fabric.
Holy shit, it really is working! she thought to herself before another hunger pang drove her back towards the milk. Libby swallowed draught after draught of the cool liquid, reveling in it's thick almost syrupy consistency. But after getting her nose full of the thick milk a couple of times, she decided that there had to be another way. After about five minutes she stood up to look for a better solution, but was taken aback by the size of her mams. She had grown another few inches, and her full D cup breasts were straining at the material of her T.
Another stabbing pain roused her out of her trance, and looking around quickly, she found a short length of rubber garden hose hanging on the wall. She grabbed it, shoved one end in her mouth then dropped the other in the milk before sucking at her giant straw. The milk flowed thickly through the hose, and Libby wondered if it might not work better if she was closer to the ground. Carefully, she turned around and leaned her back against the tub as she sat down. Taking the hose in both hands, she sucked mightily, trying desperately to fill her aching stomach.
As she suckled at the hose, she could see her tits getting bigger and bigger. First her nipples became darker and more prominent, clearly visible through her shirt, then her mounds began to push forward, straining the material. As she drank and drank, she felt that her breasts weren't growing as fast as she was drinking.
Where is the rest of the milk going? she wondered. She didn't wonder very long, for almost as soon as she thought it her question was answered by a tightening in the waist band of her jeans. Soon the tightening became very strong, and then it approached painful. Seeing where this was going, Libby reached down with one hand and undid the button fly on her jeans, releasing her milk fattening belly. As soon as she did, it seemed to push forward a bit and she could now see the swell of her belly over the swell of her boobs.
Libby watched in awe as her body pushed out to accommodate the rich milk. Her feelings of fear, at first exacerbated by the suddenness of onset and the unknown nature of the hormones, soon gave way as the pain faded and she began to accept what was happening. And as her fear faded, it was replaced by another and more compelling feeling: lust!
It started small, a tiny part of her brain that was excited by her bust asserted itself first. As her bustline swelled, so did the sway of this single emotion. Soon it was joined by other exciting emotions and thoughts. She was going to get bigger. She was no longer going to be the little sister. She was going to attract men. Men were going to want to see her naked. They were going to want her to do silly things like touch her elbows behind her back, just to watch her boobs thrust forward. She was going to be able to stop traffic!
As she became more and more excited, she dropped both of her hands down to caress her swelling form, sucking harder at the hose as she did. Soon, her bosom had passed a full E cup and she could hear her T-shirt creak tightly. Leaning forward she removed her flannel shirt and regarded her form, stuffed into what used to be a loose white T-shirt. Her stomach pushed between her legs and was even starting to push against the bottom of the fly on her jeans. Libby carefully rolled to one side and got up on her hands and knees facing the milk tub. Reaching behind herself, she pushed her jeans down and away, then rolled around and sat with her back to the vat before kicking her jeans the rest of the way off.
Jesus I'm enormous, she marveled as her shirt slid up over her distended stomach. Her shirt continued to creak ominously, and finally Libby decided to help it along. Grabbing the material over her tits, she yanked back and ripped the front completely open before doffing the ruined article. Her jugs bounced wetly against her swollen midsection before jiggling heavily to a stop, tremors passing through them as Libby sucked at the hose. She guessed that her boobs were well past an E cup or anything she had ever seen. As she cradled them, they filled her arms while she kept her elbows at her side.
This is too good, she smiled as the touch of her hand sent electric pulses through her jugs, down her spine and into her crotch. Lowering her right mam, she reached between her legs and pulled at her panties, trying to get them off. But the swelling form of her stomach had rolled down and prevented her.
What the fuck? she wondered as she rolled to one side. Once on her hands and knees, she could see that her tits were less than a foot from touching the ground while her milk bloated belly was less than an inch. Shocked, Libby dropped the hose out of her mouth and slowly climbed to her feet, using the side of the milk vat to heave herself up. On her feet, Libby held her jugs to the sides and looked down at her gigantic stomach. She looked to be well over nine months pregnant at this point.
"This isn't what I wanted!" she cried. She was about to grab her clothes and leave the barn when another hunger pang hit her. Trying to fight the feeling, Libby leaned down and grabbed her flannel shirt. Putting it on, she wrapped the corners of the shirt around her breasts and tied a knot to form a make-shift bra. But as she turned to walk out of the barn and head to the house, the pain became greater and it stopped her in her tracks.
Libby doubled over in pain, but held out for a little bit longer. Soon though, the pain was too much and she returned to the milk tub and the hose. Sitting down, Libby leaned back and tried not to worry about what was happening to her.
As she drank, she was forced to spread her legs wider and wider. Soon she could feel her stomach edging along the ground in front of her. After a little while, Libby could feel her flannel shirt start to tighten again. Afraid to ruin more of her clothing, she quickly untied the knot and let herself hang freely again.
As her boobs hung, she was starting to feel herself getting turned on again. After a few more minutes had passed, she had convinced herself that this wasn't that bad. Soon thereafter, she didn't need convincing, for she was finding her swelling figure arousing. Reaching between her legs, Libby's panties blocked her way to her dampening womanhood.
Again, Libby rolled to her side and tried to get onto her hands and knees. But this time, her body had swollen so much that her belly touched the ground before her knees did. Libby solved that problem by laying on top of her engorged tummy while she pulled her panties off, her enormous boobs sliding over her form as she did. Once free of clothing, she gently reached back and touched her aching clit. Almost instantly she was coming, hot fluid trickling down her legs and stomach.
From her new vantage, Libby spied an electric pump. Feeling that it would make drinking a lot easier, she decided she had to have it. Libby first rolled and then leaned back to get her feet on the ground and underneath her new center of gravity. Carefully she shuffled around the tub to the pump. As she walked past the tub, she could see that it was half empty.
I better not be hungry when this gets empty, she warned herself. Reaching the pump, she attached her hose to one end, grabbed the business end of another hose attached to the pump, and turned it on. Soon a flood of thick milk was pushing it's way down her throat.
Not wanting to return to sitting on the floor, Libby leaned forward on her stomach and let the pump fill her up. As she did, she noticed that her boobs were feeling even heavier suddenly. As she explored them with her hands, she was amazed to discover how huge they had growth in the space of a couple of minutes. It's wasn't long before she could no longer touch her own nipples, and still the pump hummed on.

A half hour later, Libby started to feel full.
Thank god, she thought to herself, I've almost drained the tub.
Leaning forward, she tried to reach the pump, but it was too far away. So Libby pulled up on the hose and pulled the small pump up over her tits and turned the thing off. As she lower the pump back to the floor, she tried to gauge how large she had gotten.
Her toes could barely touch the floor behind her, and she could feel her breasts resting heavily on the floor to either side of her immense belly. One of her nipples was touching the cold metal of the milk tub and was painfully erect. Rocking back, Libby was able to get her feet on the ground, but that was about it.
I must look like a whale, she thought briefly. Suddenly, Libby felt something changing inside of her.
What the hell could be next? she wondered. She didn't have to wait long to find out though, for almost immediately, she could feel a low rush of fluid passing from her stomach, through her midsection and into her boobs. Her boobs, already enormous, began to swell slowly. Soon dramatically. Then painfully.
Rubbing her hands over her distended chest, Libby tried to ease some of the pain, but it was becoming too much. Slowly it occurred to her, she needed to be milked! Looking around the milking room, she spied a spare harness hanging against the far wall.
I need that harness!
As her stomach shrank, Libby found she had better footing. Urgently, she leaned to one side and tried to drag her body around. The damp tile of the milking room floor allowed her ground bound form to slide, though not easily. It was quite an effort just to get her back facing the harness. As she pulled, her stomach continued to shrink while her breasts continued to blow up. Once turned, she pulled herself slowly across the room and soon had reached the milking gear.
How do I get this on? she wondered frantically. Desperate, she tried climbing over the top of her boobs, her ninety month pregnant stomach holding her back only slightly. After a struggle, she managed to hook up her left nipple, though it was a very tight fit. A short while and some sweat later, Libby had managed to hook up both of her tits. Looking around, Libby discovered that the switch for the pump was on the other side of the room. By this time, her stomach was just about completely flat. Struggling, she managed to get herself turned around and backing towards the far wall.
With a jerk, Libby kicked behind herself at the pump's start button and the pump came to life. Soon she could feel the pressure lessening in her tits. As the pump continued, her form shrank more and more. She could hear the sound of liquid rushing through the pump and splashing into the milk vat while at the same time she could feel her boobs almost exploding with milk. Milk was shooting out of her so fast, she could swear that the pump was just trying to keep up.
Imagining that everything was just going to pass out of her, Libby sighed and pulled herself against the wall to sit down.
I guess I just wasn't meant to have a huge chest. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
About forty minutes later, the pump came to a stop announcing it was out of milk. Startled, Libby looked down at her chest. She was still enormous! Her boobs, her gigantic, milk-fattened gazongas, hung heavily down her front, touching the ground before her. Heavily she climbed to her feet, grunting as she did.
Her boobs were forcing her to lean back a little to walk. They brushed her thigh as she shuffled over to the milk tub. As she looked in, she could see it was full of water.
I absorbed all of the nutrients and fat of three hundred gallons of whole milk?
Just then, a horn in the yard announced the arrival of the milk tanker. Quickly Libby moved around the room collecting her clothing, her bosom bouncing heavily and wildly as she did. Ignoring her panties, she quickly slipped her jeans on and made another discovery.
My hips are wider! she marveled to herself as she struggled to get the jeans over her newly expanded form. While her hips had indeed expanded, they had not expanded so wide to prevent Libby from dressing. But her once baggy and loose work jeans were now as tight as her Saturday night dancing jeans.
Examining her flannel, though, worried her. It was just not designed to cover anything nearly as big as her chest. As she put it on and pulled the sides forward, they fell far short of meeting, though at their furthest extension they barely covered her aureole. Looking around quickly, Libby found a short length of baling twine and soon had tied the two corners of the shirt together in front of her. Looking down, her immense cleavage began high on her chest before oozing sweetly down her slopes to the twine. The shirt's corners barely covered her diffused aureole, and in fact, Libby wasn't sure how much of herself she was showing. But she did know that her nipples were under the cloth because she could see them poking forward eagerly.
I guess I'd better face the music, she thought as she steeled herself.
Ned Jones had been working for the dairy company for over forty years, and he had never seen anything in his life to prepare him for what he saw that morning. Out of the barn walked a young woman with titanic tits that she was barely covering, and Ned wondered if that he could see her aureole or if it was just a trick of the light. Stammering, he greeted her.
"Hello, er...Ma'am," Ned began, "I'm here for... your ... milk."
Suddenly he was very embarrassed.
"That's not what I meant, y'see..."
Libby quickly cut him off, saving him.
"I know what you meant," she smiled, "Unfortunately..." she began before trailing off.
"Unfortunately? What is it? What's wrong," Ned asked as the young woman reached under her burgeoning bosom and clutched at her stomach.
"Not again!" Libby cried as a hunger pain hit her.
"Not what!" Ned cried, worried, "what's wrong missy?"
"I need milk!," Libby announced desperately, "I need to drink milk..."
"Here, come here," Ned encouraged, drawing her to the tanker. A short hose on the side was attached to a small value near the bottom of the tank. It was normally used to collect samples, and it wasn't recommended that people drank from it since it was unpastuerized milk, but this girl seemed so desperate.
Libby grabbed the hose, shoved it in her mouth and flipped open the value. Milk seemed to geyser out of the tanker, but Libby's hunger was so intense, she had little difficulty keeping up.
Ned just stood there and watched her drinking. The girl was bent over with one hand on her knee and the other holding the hose in her mouth, her eyes were closed as she drank on. Her amazing cleavage was hanging and swinging in front of her, bouncing slightly with each of her exaggerated swallows. Mesmerized, the old man watched her boobs bouncing as she suckled.
Soon, though, Ned wondered if her tits might not actually be growing even LARGER, for as she drank, her shirt seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. Ned swore he could see more and more of her aureole, and her erect nipples, once more than an inch from exposure were now nearly exposed.
Oblivious, Libby drank on, filling her stomach with more and more of the heavy milk. Soon, though, she could feel the familiar pressure in the waistband of her jeans and a tightening in her shirt.
Well, I'm either going to bust them off the painful way or get nude on my own, she resigned to herself. Reaching beneath her boobs, Libby began to undo her jeans, then pushed them down just slightly, keeping most of her bottom covered.
That should protect at least some of my modesty, Libby assured herself before reaching forward to take care of the twine holding her shirt. But before she could undo it, the string snapped apart and her boobs burst free.
Liberated, Libby stood up and arched her aching back. Ned was flabbergasted. Here was this young woman, baring her enormous chest and arching her back, while under the sheltering overhang of her giant rack he could clearly see her pubic hair as her pants slid down. Suddenly Libby remembered Ned's presence. She looked up and him and smiled, embarrassed, before reaching forward and covering her aureole with her hands.
"I think maybe you've had enough," Ned announced as he turned the valve off. Horrified, Libby pulled the hose out of her mouth and was about to try to explain when a hunger pain cut into her. She dropped the hose and exposed her other nipple as both hands reached under her udders to grab her slightly swollen stomach. Tears flowed from her eyes as she looked up to Ned in pain. The dairyman quickly put the hose in her mouth and opened the valve back up. Pain faded from the girls eyes and she moved her hands back to try to cover herself up.
As Libby drank on and on, she could feel her stomach grow and grow, slowly pushing her boobs apart. Soon Ned could see the girl's belly between her cleavage. In a little while, Libby was leaning back to compensate for her engorged midriff, now larger than each of her boobs. But the weight was becoming too much and staying on her feet was becoming an impossibility. Grabbing the side of the tanker for support, Libby lowered herself onto her stomach, carefully laying over the top of it while her boobs hung dramatically below.
Ned didn't have any idea as to what to do. Totally helpless, he sat on the ground in front of her and watched the milk fill the girl up. He was amazed at how large she was getting. In the space of twenty minutes, she had grown her belly from larger than a beach ball to larger than a car. Her jugs had quickly outgrown her reach and her completely exposed boobs now sat heavily on the ground to either side of the girls stomach, each tit three times the size of the largest of beach balls. And still the girl drank on.
Within an hour, Libby signaled the truck driver that she was full and he turned the valve off. After doing so, he turned and they both looked at her incredible form. Her stomach had grown to what seemed to be as large as the semi tractor, flanked by equally sized boobs. Sometime in the previous hour, Libby had removed her useless shirt and decided that modesty was an impossibility when you're as big as a house, so she removed her jeans as well. Her hips had spread wider as well, and Ned thought he caught the gleam of wetness on the girl's exposed labia.
They stood there for a while, trying to analyze what had happened. Then, without warning, Libby felt that change inside herself again.
"Quick, mister, you're gotta help me!"
"What is it, do you need more milk?"
"No! I need to give milk! There are harnesses in the barn, I need you to hook me up and milk me now!"
Ned dashed to the barn, looking over his shoulder at the incredible girl. As he watched, he swore he could see her boobs getting bigger. Once in the barn, he found the harnesses and a couple extra lengths of hose. Attaching the extra hose, he turned on the pump before running back out to the girl with the harnesses. In the two minutes that he had been in the barn, her boobs had bloated dramatically.
Running around her front, he found her right nipple first and tried to get it into the suction cup. Unfortunately, it was too big and loose to fit into the cup. Rubbing the nipple, it became erect and with an effort, he forced it into the harness. Within minutes, he had both of the big girls boobs draining slowly.
Walking around the ten foot tall, fifteen foot long boobs, Ned found Libby dangling in the air, her stomach flat again. She looked down at him and smiled.
"I'm always been pretty good at giving big first impressions," she joked. Ned nodded numbly. The two waited as the cups sucked at her straining nipples, gradually bringing her lower to the ground. Within an hour, Libby was touching the ground again. Another half hour later, the pump shut off. Curious, Libby and Ned both looked at her bosom. Her boobs were still a good four feet off the ground, allowing Libby to stand, but her they hadn't reduced themselves much in length, extending a good fifteen feet before her.

Libby's family helped customize a part of the barn to accommodate her enormous chest. A special wench and girder arrangement was put together to allow her at least semi-normal movement in her new home. It took her some time to get used to it, but her breasts were a source of pleasure for her, a pleasure which outweighed the seclusion of her new life.
Through encouragement from her parents, her sister, and not to mention her aunt and uncle, Libby committed herself to a high fat, high fluid diet and twice daily milkings, producing the richest (and most expensive) milk in the state. In fact, her zeal for her new 'job' was such that she continued to grow, although only slowly. Two years later, she had added another hundred pounds to her chest, but this growth was hardly noticed.