“You see,” she started, “a Tauros will produce milk at a constant rate throughout the day, and slowly she will fill herself up. But this constant milk is only a small portion of what she can actually produce.” She changed forms again, her body quickly shifting through the shapes and settling upon the Labrix form.
She was beautiful to behold. Her body was powerfully built, but very well proportioned, curvaceous, and lithe. Yet large as she was, she still moved with a feminine grace that seemed to defy logic. The shifting of her wide hips, swathed in a brown and white cow pattern, matched the sway of her furred arms, and the swish of her long cow tail behind her. The four udders on her chest collided and struggled for space on her front. Nearly covering all her torso and belly with their blubbery bulk. Her udders were arresting on display... and entirely captivating in motion.
She sauntered her 7 foot bipedal frame over to the couch and sat down next to me, leaning on me and allowing her massive udders to rest on my arm and leg.
“To produce the rest of the milk,” she continued, “A Tauros has to have done a few things.” She massaged her teats lightly, pulling at them gently. “One, she has to have had lots to eat that day. Normally, a Tauros will have between 3 and 10 pounds of food a day. Producing the milk requires a lot of energy, and eating a lot helps us with that. A Tauros can, however, store food in her body, but I don't like to. It makes us fatten up in other places, and I don't like it.”
I kept watching her small hands explore her luscious curves. She caressed and gently rubbed her balloons, squeezing them occasionally, obviously putting on a show for me. I was in Heaven. “Two, a Tauros has to orgasm. Only when she orgasms does her body produce milk.” She winked at me.
She pulled her red hair back, binding it with a hair wrap. Her stubby horns protruded from her upper forehead, and her long floppy cow ears stuck out cutely from her temples.
I waited for a moment. “So what do I need to do?”
“Well,” she continued, an almost embarrassed look on her face, “You need to pleasure me, then I can start producing.” She giggled slightly. “Sorry, I know you’re a virgin, but it’s still a bit funny explaining all of this... least of all to a guy.” She dropped off the couch to her knees, walking on them out a few paces and turning to face me. “Let’s start with something simple.” She rolled backwards off her knees onto her rump, bringing her legs out in front of her. Spreading them wide, her lower udder fell between them, jiggling beautifully. “Have you ever performed oral favors?”
It was my turn to be embarrassed. “Err... no.” I admitted. Truly, the only time I had ever seen a live naked women was at a strip club where I went once with my high-school friends, and again at a bachelor party where my friends bought me a lap-dance. “I... I’ve never even... kissed a girl.” I glanced down in dismay.
“Oh, you’re kidding!” she sounded shocked, bringing her legs back together. “I’m sorry, I thought you were ready for this. I can see we might have to take things extra, extra slow then. Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I replied, “I want nothing more than to give you the night of your life, but I truly don’t know how.”
“How many porns have you ever watched?” she asked.
“Umm... all the way through... none.” I said. “It always seemed kinda gross to watch other people get it on.”
“Okay, well...” she maneuvered back over to the couch on her knees, her great bulks shifting and jostling as she came to me. Placing her hands on my legs, she faced me, eye to eye. “Lets start with a kiss.”
Looking deep into her blue velvet eyes, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have met this woman. Here she was, a seasoned professional when it came to bedroom Olympics, taking me, a total novice, under her wing and showing me how to do it right. It was more important to me perform the right way, than it was just to accomplish the task, and she seemed to understand my feelings about that.
“Now, when you kiss me, your lips should be as soft as you can make them.” She said. “You’re not trying to slobber on me, but you’re not trying to mash our faces together either. Just make the contact and enjoy it. The art of kissing is prolonging the passion. It’s about making the other person lost to anything but the pleasure of the moment.” She reached up and placed her hands on either side of my face. “I’ll start.”
And then she kissed me. Her soft full lips met mine in the most sensual way I could have imagined. Something deep within me snapped. Like a dam bursting wide open, I felt a surge of passion I never knew before. I didn’t want it to end. I puckered my lips slightly, pressing back to hers and reached out with my hands to caress her slender neck. I gently worked my lips across hers, softly mouthing her luscious lips, and she responded in kind. I pulled her closer to me, my hands tracing over the soft curves of her lightly furred back and neck.
The embrace continued as we softly kissed and kneaded our lips together. Her tongue made a daring move out of her mouth and into mine, licking and rubbing at my gums and lips. I responded in kind, gently wrestling her tongue with mine, all the while continuing the mouthing of her lips. The kiss flared with renew vigor as we continued to suckle and play with each other’s tongues, until after many long moments, she withdrew her tongue and pulled away.
“Wow.” She said. “For a guy who’s never kissed a girl, I think you did okay.” Her green eyes sparkled and she smiled beautifully. “In fact, I think you’re a natural.”
“I..” I stammered, “I don’t know what happened.” I was honestly in shock. “Before that moment I had been in dread of kissing anyone, let alone an absolutely beautiful woman such as you. Somehow I thought I would mess it up, but when the moment was upon me, all my worries seemed to melt away.” I knew I sounded so corny, so sappy. “I’m sorry, I know I sound like a dork.”
“No.” She said, “no, sweetie, you don’t sound like a dork.” She smiled again. “You sound like a romantic, and girls love that. I love that. Trust me, you did fine. Better than fine, outstanding is more the word.”
My spirits lifted. I was glad she was happy with my little speech. I had never talked to a woman before in any manner other than as an equal, so I had no experience chatting and flirting with girls. Her insight, at this moment, was worth more than gold.
“So now that we have kissing down, I think we can move on to other actions with the mouth.” A devilish look spread over her face as she looked at me. “And with moves like the ones you just pulled there, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
Rolling down off her knees and back onto the floor, she pulled her knees out to the sides, doing the splits in front of me on her back. “Go ahead and get naked.” She told me, fondling her massive breasts for a moment.
I whipped my shirt off in a flash and began to work on my pants, but my actions struck me as desperate, so I tried to pace it out a bit, taking my time to pull off my pants, almost relishing the act of undressing for her. Whether she saw me or not, I wasn’t sure. Her arms were caressing and rolling her breasts around on her chest as her legs and torso squirmed beneath.
“I want you to kiss me,” she said, “like you did before... but I want you to kiss me down there.” She slid her hands down, rolling up her massive udders between her legs, allowing me to see the most beautiful vagina I had ever seen. It was just a small slit on a shallow mound. There were no extra dangly pieces, or strange complications protruding from anywhere. It was perfect. I imagined it was soft too, as soft as her lips.
“Hurry.” she said, her voice becoming breathy as she squirmed. She slowly drew a finger across her slit.
I wasted no time. I laid knelt down between her legs, my hands touching and gliding softly along her inner thighs. I eased my face down to her crotch, my head bumping and being caressed by her massive udders. My arms found their way wrapped under her curvy legs to curl back over and caress her furred inner thighs. My face was buried in a soft crotch, eager to please.
Her pussy was bald and pink, perfectly hairless, like her udders, but her downy cow fur bordered the area, providing some fuzz to the experience. Cautiously, I licked the slit once, gently grazing the skin. Again I tried it, nudging the folds of her pussy slightly. More vigorously and rapidly I began to nuzzle and nudge the skin, until I found myself mouthing and nibbling softly at her folds. I planted my mouth fully around the mound, suckling and drawing away from it, teasing the folds gently. Her scent and taste was overpowering and I felt light-headed.
Suddenly, I became an animal. My face dove into her snatch with a vigor I never thought I could muster performing this act. But laying there, having the business directly in my face, my defenses melted away, leaving only the task, and my ardent desire to fulfill her needs. Soon my nose was worked into the mix, and I dug and burrowed into her with it and my lips. Next came the tongue. On a whim, I buried my mouth as deep as I could inside her and thrust my tongue as far as it would go, digging deep into her pussy. I thrashed it around her folds, nuzzling, licking, digging, nibbling.
My face glistened with her juice and the rest of the world was lost to me. My apartment could have been on fire and I would not have noticed, nor cared. For what seemed like days I ravaged her pussy with my face, my small goatee prickling and poking her nether parts in what I hoped was just the right manner.
Then I felt a hand on the side of my head, gently pushing me away. Confused I looked up from my ministrations and let the udder fall back into place.
“It’s starting!” she called, breathlessly, her face flushed and her body squirming. “Watch me! Watch me grow!”
My hand moved back to her crotch, continuing to gently finger and prod her mound, attempting to tickle her into greater heights of passion as I watched.
She began growing then, but not like before. Her udders pulsed and throbbed ever so slightly and began to expand. Slowly they swelled, bigger and bigger. Her beach balls slowly became something larger. Her gasps and moans were like music. Her torso became more and more obscured as she grew, her udders rolling off the sides of her ribcage and filling in horizontally. The udders swelled until they were once again touching in the middle, while also resting on the floor between her ribs and her arms.
She gasped in pleasure and continued to writhe on the carpet. I continued my movements in her pussy, hoping to aid her. My other hand explored the swelling masses in front of me. Her lower udders had kept up with her upper udders for size, but being in a different location, the two above pushed the two below down as they all swelled. Bigger and bigger all of them grew, my hand being forced away by their growth, but I struggled to maintain my manual stimulation.
Her breasts swelled to simply obscene sizes. Resting there like that, she looked barely able to reach her own teats. Then suddenly her teats stood erect and swelled slightly, filling out. An instant later white fluid was spraying out of her nipples in multiple streams each. It was milk! She was so swollen with milk, it was spraying out of her udders!
She moaned and howled with passion on the floor there. I rubbed and stroked her balloons, watching them spray everywhere around her. I knew she would be staining the carpet, but I didn’t care one bit.
Then as suddenly as it began, she stopped growing. She was enormous. Laying there, her breasts completely covered her from her chin down to her thigh. The upper udders rubbed and folded at the corners of her armpits, as her arms moved to rub them. The whole mass shook and jiggled so seductively; I was entranced.
“Oh my! I’m leaking on your carpet!” she said, quickly changing her form. Her body shrunk down to it’s normal 6 foot, and her fur faded from her body. Her lower udders collapsed back into a taut belly. The milk from them seemed to travel to her upper udders, which ballooned them out phenomenally. Her teats disappeared and returned to just small nipples on the ends of her dirigible-sized breasts. Back in her Homid form, she continued to spray milk, but the streams had reduced in volume as they were probably restricted by her smaller nipples.
“Quick, help me up.” She told me. “We need to get into your bathroom before I make a mess of things.” She held her hands out over her breasts and I grabbed hold of them, dragging her into a seated position. She pulled her legs out from underneath her excersize ball sized breasts and stood up. The resulting ripple through her giant chest was like a tidal wave of flesh. They bounced and shook like giant water balloons... water balloons filled with milk, I knew.
I led her to the bathroom which was difficult getting into with her massive, milk-spraying breasts. I helped tug the great spheres of flesh through the narrow door frame as she pushed them into the bathroom. Thankfully the bathroom was bigger than most, allowing us to maneuver around just a bit. Quickly she yanked back the shower curtain and aimed her massive jugs into the shower.
“Whew.” she said, “Much better.” She gently rubbed her balloons, bouncing them in her arms and sending waves through their surface. The milk from her breasts continued to jet out into the shower. “Wow, you did well!” She turned her head to regard me. “I didn’t expect to balloon like this on your first try. You must be some type of sexual prodigy.” She smiled at me, giggling.
“I don’t really know what to say.” I admitted. “I guess it was just pent up energy, or maybe beginner’s luck.”
“Whatever it was, it worked. Good God! I must be holding more than a hundred gallons. Too bad it’s going down the drain.” She sounded so clinical to me about the whole situation. As if it happened so many times before. I knew it probably had for her, but for me it was the pinnacle moment of my life. Something sounded odd though. She had mentioned she might be carrying over 100 gallons of milk. That had to be something over 1000 pounds!
“How in the world are you standing, carrying a hundred gallons of milk?” I asked, incredulously. “That must weigh a thousand pounds!”
She smiled at me as she rubbed her breasts. “I told you I wasn’t as defenseless as I looked.” She winked at me. “A gallon of water weighs about 8 pounds, so you’re right, I’m probably carrying over 800 pounds worth of milk. If I were a normal creature, there’d be no way I could move. But Tauros are spiritual creatures, meaning we are partly in the spirit world. In essence, we hold the milk inside us, but it doesn’t have any weight here in the natural world. We can get as big as we want and our udders would still weigh as much as when empty. It’s almost like they’re filled with Styrofoam instead. Very light, but bulky. In addition to that, Tauros are naturally very strong. Almost superhumanly so. If I needed to, I could take Minos form and become even stronger.”
I was dumb-struck. I stared at her massive endowments, each wildly spraying milk into the shower. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was glad for it, with every fiber of my being, but the realization seemed almost too much.
“Okay, I need you to help me a moment.” She said, “It will take forever to drain all of this milk out of me, and I’m too big for me to reach my nipples, so would you climb in the shower there?” She pointed to as spot between her breasts. I climbed into the shower and stood where she instructed. Her streams of milk were lightly spraying on me as I stood there naked.
“Perfect. Now, have you ever milked a cow before?” she asked.
“No... no, I’ve never milked a cow.” I stammered in reply, nervous about the idea of milking her.
“Well that’s too bad, because you’re about to get a crash course in it.” With that, she changed forms again to the sexy Labrix, gaining a full foot of height and a covering of cow fur. Her bottom udders grew in and ballooned out, leaving her upper udders somewhat reduced in size. All four teats from all four udders were standing at attention under the strain of their burden. Streams of milk sprayed from all of them, showering me even more.
“Now then,” she continued. “Grab one of my udders there and...” I grabbed her upper right udder like a giant pillow between my arms. “No, no... not like that. Grab my nipples. Almost like you’re grabbing your cock.” I blushed a bit and did as she instructed, grasping her teats at the base. “Okay, now draw them to you, like you’re squeezing toothpaste out of the roll. You don’t need to crush them, just pull and gently squeeze, letting them slip through your hands.”
I gave it a try, drawing my hands away from her boob and lightly squeezing, but mostly the udder just elongated and stretched. I managed to get a little bit of milk to squirt out, but not much.
“Okay, wait.” She instructed. “Do it kind of... like, one hand, then the other.” She made motions with her hands like she was milking an invisible udder in the air above her. One hand pulled down while the other moved upwards. “One hand will hold the udder back while the other squirts out the milk.”
Trying again, I found her technique to work far better. While my right hand was draining a teat, the left was pressing inward on the boob. By timing my strokes, I started getting more and more milk to spurt out of her. After a few moments, I found my rhythm and began to get quite a bit of milk out of her.
“Wow, this is fun!”
“Well...” she said. “It kind of loses its appeal after you do it enough.” She smiled at me.
“I can’t imagine that I could ever hold onto a breast and not have fun.” I smiled back at her. She giggled at the joke.
After about a minute of milking her udder, I noticed that her other teats no longer sprayed milk. By this point, she was able to reach her other teats and began milking herself as well. In a few more moments, we had milked her down to the size of large beach balls again.
“Perfect.” She said. “That should do.” I let go of her teats, sad to let them out of my grasp. They were so warm and soft and full to the touch. I hoped that I would be able to milk her again someday. “Hop over a bit there, sweetie.”
I shuffled out of her way in the tub and she stepped into it. Her hooves made a clomping sound on the bottom of the tub, reminding me of when I drop the shampoo. She drew the curtain back shut again. I stared at her not knowing what she was doing.
“Well?” She stared at me. “Turn on the shower, silly!” She smiled and giggled. I glanced down at my milk splattered body. I was completely drenched in the stuff, as was my shower.
I turned on the warm water and engaged the shower-head. Angling the shower-head up somewhat, I was able to spray over to her as well.
“Now come over here.” She said, pulling me close to her. She hugged me close and I returned the embrace, cradling my arms around her massive jugs and slender waist, finding the small of her back, but just barely reaching. She rubbed my chest and shoulders with her hands as the shower poured down on us.
I watched her work as she washed me. Her beautiful green eyes worked over my skin as she rubbed me. Her long red hair streaked back from her head, fully revealing her stubby horns and long, floppy ears. Her soft downy fur became streaked as well, rather looking like a wet dog, all matted to her soft skin.
I clung to her gently, brushing the fur on her back softly as the water ran down it, softly rubbing her udders with a free hand, wiping the excess milk down the drain. I wanted to kiss her then, again like I had before, but she was fully a foot taller than I was, and her udders, squished between us, held me away. I didn’t mind it. Having four large udders squish between me and the most beautiful creature I had ever seen was more
than wonderful.Holding her there, I wondered what it would be like to have udders like these. Bloated and strapped to my chest, filling my arms and nestling on my lap and belly. Rubbing up against her, I could very well imagine that their bulk was mine. I dropped the side of my face down onto the gentle curve of her udder, rubbing my cheek on it’s girth. It was soft and warm, like a giant inviting pillow... promising sweet dreams to anyone resting on it.
I dropped my face down slightly to her teats and took one into my mouth. It felt odd, like a large fleshy finger in my mouth. Like a warm, squishy Popsicle. It was wonderful and alien at the same time. I began to suckle her then, drawing milk from her udder like a baby calf.
The milk hit my mouth with a warm splash, tasting sweeter and more invigorating than anything I could have imagined. It was like a flood of creme and milk in my mouth, almost like melted vanilla ice cream. I hungrily drank it down and suckled more. The second gulp was as sensational as the first. I continued drinking from her. Her milk coursed through me like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt so energized and vibrant, ready to run a marathon. I felt her hands gently touch the back of my head, pressing my face into her bosom, urging me to drink; and drink I did.
I suckled from her for many long minutes there in the shower. The warm water felt relaxing and wonderful, but the full feeling in my stomach from her milk was far better. At long last I pulled away from her breast, the teat slipping from my mouth. I lavished kisses on her udders, continuing to caress her body and hold it against mine.
“The ritual is almost complete.” She said to me, causing me to look up. “Only one step remains.” She smiled at me and reached over to shut off the water. I stood there dripping, still holding her, not knowing what she meant. Ritual was a loaded term for me, conjuring images of satanic sacrifices and blood painted on objects. However, I felt comforted by her soft features and delicate smile, and suddenly realized... weddings are rituals too.
She pulled the shower curtain back and I stepped out of the tub, sad to loose contact with her for even a moment. I grabbed a towel and handed it to her, then grabbed another for myself. I quickly toweled off and helped her out of the tub. I started rubbing her legs with my towel, expecting it to be difficult to get her dry with all of her fur, but she laughed.
“Stop!” she giggled. “That tickles!” I stopped toweling her, not intending to tickle her, just help her dry off. She shifted her form, however, shrinking quickly as her lower udders retreated back into a flat stomach. Her upper udders became breasts once more and swelled a bit, as the milk was relocated to them. Her luxurious fur shrunk away and I realized my mistake. Now with bare skin, she quickly dried herself.
“That’s definitely handy.” I said, feeling a bit foolish to have forgotten that option.
“Sure saves on laundry at the farm.” She laughed. She grabbed the towel out of my hands and threw them both to the counter top. “Follow me.” She said. Grabbing my wrist, she pulled me out of the bathroom, which she fit through much easier now that she didn’t have to go one breast at a time, and led my into my bedroom.
Dragging me over in front of my bed, she roughly pushed me down on it. I was at full mast by this time, my boner never truly going down ever since we left the bar. Climbing up onto the bed astride me, she stalked up my legs like a cat on the prowl, her beach ball sized breasts brushing along my skin. My erect penis disappeared through her cleavage as she crawled over me.
When her massive breasts were dangling just above my chest, she dropped her pelvis down onto my crotch, slipping her womanhood over my penis expertly. Sinking down atop me, I felt myself pierce into her. The soft warm walls of her vagina were alive with electricity. I lay there, barely breathing, reveling in the sensations of penetrating a woman for the first time ever.
Her wet, crimson hair fell down about her face as she drew her pelvis back up and thrust down again. My cock felt electrocuted with pleasure. The pressure of her vagina pressing in on my penis and down on my balls was amazing. The skin of my cock felt stretched and strained as she slid up and down on me. She continued to buck up and down atop me, sending her massive breasts down to crash atop me, grinding into my chest.
Soon she pulled her hands up off the bed and began to ride me with only her legs, bucking up and down on my cock like it was a mechanical bull or something. Her dexterity was amazing. She maintained her balance expertly as she threw her head back, obviously enjoying the sensations.
After a few short seconds, I felt the familiar build up of energy as my penis prepared to explode into her. I knew it would happen, my first time with a woman and I would be a 30 second ride. Not even a minute-man. My pleasure was at a peak though, and I couldn’t forestall it any longer; but something felt wrong. The release didn’t come. The pressure remained, keeping me in the dizzying heights of pleasure, but just short of the pinnacle.
For many long moments she rode atop me and at one point even started moaning in delight as she pleasured herself atop me. I know it was nothing I was doing, since I was only laying there like a mannequin. But during her climb to ecstasy, I was in quiet fear. Something was wrong. My cock felt like it was about to explode off my body in the familiar way it does, but no release came.
Agonizing long moments later, I found myself on the verge of unconsciousness as my orgasm struggled to release, finally I heard Kate cry out in passion and the world slipped into darkness.