Jenna led me back into the house and downstairs again. We entered one of the back rooms in the basement, an unfinished section with a concrete floor and no drywall, apparently the storage. In the back of the small room was a large metal canister that looked like some sort of holding tank, up on a metal stand. Printed on the side in army-stencil style letters was the word “silage”. Jenna stopped in front of the canister.
“Kate told me that you were an Ahroun.” Jenna said suddenly. “Do you know what that means?”
“Umm... no. Not entirely. Something about the moon?” I asked.
“Precisely. Tauros and other shape-changing breeds are all deeply connected to the moon and her phases. When Tauros are born, the current phase of the moon is imprinted upon their hearts. Depending on which phase you were born under, your personality will take on different characteristics. This mark is called a Tauros’ auspice.
“The auspice is a powerful force in a Tauros’ life. It helps shape the decisions you make everyday, but in a predictable pattern. There are five auspices correlating to the five phases of the moon, and all Tauros with the same auspice share many qualities.
“What kind of qualities?” I asked.
“See if this sounds right. You enjoy your big breasts immensely. You love the idea of making them bigger and you can’t wait to swell them up again. You are almost loathe to milk them down, because it means losing your girth. You fantasize about being as big as you can be, your udders swollen to their flood point. You even want other parts of your body to be bigger. Your hips, butt, and belly, each as big as they can go until you can’t even reach around them anymore. But it’s not necessarily the size, it’s the act of getting bigger that excites you. Am I close?”
She had nailed it entirely. It was as if I had that all tattooed on my forehead and she were merely reading it back. I was a bit embarrassed by her insight, laying bare secrets I had carried all my life. “You’re absolutely right.” I said.
“That is the essence of the Ahroun auspice. All of them are like that. They live for swelling up with milk and cud, as big as they can go. It’s part of what sexually excites them. The Ahroun girls all love to balloon up and carry as much milk as possible, begging the bulls to stuff them at every opportunity; and the Ahroun bulls live for stuffing their cows, making them as big as they possibly can.” She smiled and shrugged.
“I thought, we could start you on a milking schedule.” She continued. “That might help to alleviate some of the sexual stress. Most Ahrouns are much calmer when they’re carrying milk and cud. Besides, you’ll have to get used to it all sooner or later. That’s why I brought you here.” She gestured to the canister.
“This is what we call silage. It’s Tauros food. Inside this canister is about a thousand gallons of mixed grains and fiber, almost like rabbit food. It’s high in fat and nutrients, so it makes an excellent source of energy for producing your milk.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t taste fancy, however. Rather like bland cereal. Most of the girls think it’s not too bad though. Since silage is a lot cheaper than human food, and since you can probably eat about 100 gallons of food or more, the economics of using silage is very cost-effective. You don’t have to eat it all the time, though. The girls usually use silage to fill up their larders with cud, then they eat normal meals to maintain their supply. This maximizes the profits from the sale of their milk.”
“Do you pay the other girls for their milk?” I asked.
“Oh, sure we do.” Jenna said. “That’s one of the easiest things the girls can do for cash. Our farm is kind of a commune. We have investments and businesses elsewhere that we run, and those are the main source of our income, but the farm also supplies milk to food companies like Kraft or Borden’s. It’s a dairy, after all. So we pay the girls a dollar a gallon, which gives them some spending cash to go out and do whatever they want with. With the way some of them produce, they can make some serious money.”
I nodded. I was impressed with the system they had in place. It seemed like an efficient way to run things.
“So, do I just dig in then?” I pointed at the canister.
“Yep, it’s all yours, help yourself at any time.” Jenna said. She opened a hatch on the top of the canister and scooped out a large helping with a small hand-shovel before pouring it back in.
“There’s a bucket right there if you want to eat out of that. The girls usually eat with their muzzle by just plunging their faces in and chowing down. You’re a cow, after all, I’m sure you’ll get used to it.” She patted my face. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Call if you need anything.”
And with that, I was left alone with a giant canister of food.
I pulled a handful of the stuff out of the hatch and poured it into my mouth. It was crunchier than I though, but otherwise almost like oatmeal. I looked at the five-gallon pail on the floor. I was pretty sure I could eat at least that much, so I used the bucket as a scoop, filling it almost to the brim.
I set it back on the floor and changed to my Minos form. Thankfully the ceilings, even in the basement, were extremely tall. My body grew another 3 feet in height and gained almost ten times it’s normal mass. My fur grew in thick and luxurious, it’s sheen bright and healthy. My feet turned to giant hooves once again, each larger than the diameter of a dinner plate. A tail swooshed down behind me, as thick as my beefy forearm and brushing the floor with a tuft of fur at the end. My chest became littered with udders, four rows of two cascading down my torso and sprouting teats like a bed of nails. My face changed too, becoming longer, my muzzle extending out, my mouth changing its shape. Horns grew from my scalp and my ears became long and floppy. The changing of my hands still made me wonder, however, as my four fingers merged into only two thick ones.
After inspecting my body for a moment, I returned to the task at hand. I had a date with a bucket of food that I didn’t want to miss. The bucket felt small in my large hands, almost as if I were holding a large coffee can instead. The change in my size caused everything to look odd, like Gulliver in his travels.
Wasting no more time, I chowed down, holding the bucket up to my face like a feedbag. As I ate, every bite seemed to bypass my stomach and move to my larder, which I knew was in my backside. It was a strange feeling, like almost being full, but never quite getting there. As my body continuously accommodated the food, I continuously consumed even more. In only a few minutes, I had reached the bottom of the bucket.
I felt my furred rump and it did indeed feel larger, as if swollen. But being in my Minos form, it was hard to tell for sure. Not only due to my fur, but because my body was so much bigger, the changes weren’t as pronounced as I had hoped. It was my intention to swell my ass up so big I could hardly walk.
I filled the bucket again, and continued eating. The silage was going down easier now, as I barely had to chew. I think it was growing on me. The smell of it was not at all unpleasant, rather like mixture of all the crop farm smells: corn, barley, oats, wheat. By the time I was done memorizing the smell of it, I had finished the second bucket, and I still wasn’t full.
My ass definitely showed it now. Even in Minos, my butt looked plump and full, like a perfect J-Lo booty, with just the right bit of swell. It wasn’t enough though. I knew I had to see the limit, to know exactly how much I could hold. So I filled the bucket again.
I ate to my heart’s content, greedily packing on more and more pounds as my butt swelled behind me and the bucket in my hands grew empty. I tilted the last of third bucket into my mouth... and I went back again.
Seventeen more times I filled the bucket. I hungrily chowed down, consuming it all. Again and again emptying the last of the food from the bucket. I forced myself not to look back at my behind until I was finished. I wanted to be surprised by its size. It felt phenomenally grand behind me. My thighs and hips felt tight and full, as if surrounded by an over-stuffed pillow, pressing in around me.
Finally, halfway through the 20th bucket, I gagged, coughing a mouthful of the mixture back into the bucket. Apparently, I was done. My stomach was blissfully full and my butt felt sensationally large behind me. I was surprised at the suddenness of the feeling, however. It was as if my body knew immediately: that was enough.
The moment of truth had arrived. I reached my hands back to my ass and turned to regard it. Huge would have been an understatement. My ass was colossal. My hips had almost doubled in width, sticking out a good 2 feet from both my sides. My ass followed suit, ballooning out behind me by a like amount. In fact, it was like a cone of flesh, extending out to the sides and back of me from the narrow of my waist. My thighs had swollen as well, doubling their girth, but tapering down to normal size again at my knee. I felt like a blimp. Before I could reach to my privates from behind, but now, I doubted I could even reach my ass to wipe it.
I felt my penis growing hard as I felt myself up, caressing the acre of flesh on my lower body. So I began rubbing that as well. My vagina grew moist underneath it as I was entering into a full-on masturbation session. I wanted a partner though, so I held off. Instead, I put the bucket away and closed the hatch, heading back out of the storage room to find Jenna.
My boner bobbed in front of me as I waddled my gigantic ass and thighs out to the downstairs living room. It was like a lance, leveled in a jousting tournament, rigidly extending out in front of me for a full four feet or more and as thick as pool-noodle. Even flaccid, my penis nearly reached to the floor when in Minos form.
Jenna was on the couch, watching TV. I waddled up behind the sofa.
“Oh, Jen-na!” I called softly in my deep voice. “I have a surprise for you!”
She turned around on the sofa and looked at me.
“Oh my goodness, Mercury!” She squealed, smiling at me. “Look at you!” She climbed over the back of the couch and came up to me, running her hands along the length of my penis, up to my wide hips, and around my gargantuan butt as she circled me. She had an approving look on her face when she came back around.
“Very nice, cutie!” She said. “That should give you plenty of a base for making some milk.” She put her hands on my boner again, stroking it softly. “Speaking of which, it looks like you’re ready for some of that.” She rubbed her cheek against it like a lover, hugging it against her face and kissing it lightly.
She pulled me by the penis and led me around the couch to a large area in front of the TV.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.” She said, heading out of the room quickly.
I giggled at her. She was so small and cute. Her tiny five foot form was like a teddy-bear to me in Minos. I couldn’t wait to be touching her again.
I laid down on my back on the floor. The carpet felt good on my furred back and smelled slightly of soap. My giant ass was like an overstuffed bean bag chair underneath me. It hoisted my pelvis up by a couple feet, leaving my back arched just to touch my shoulders down to the floor. My cock lanced upwards from my elevated groin, throbbing slightly.
Grabbing my giant rod of meat, I pulled it upwards, towards my chest. I laid it through the cleavage of my eight udders, filling the crevasse between them from my crotch clear up to my throat. I stroked and rubbed the collection of fleshy balloons, giant cock, and jiggling teats that covered the front of me.. Furred arms tickled pink flesh and dozens of finger-sized nipples erotically as I squirmed there on the floor. The jelly-like movements of my udders bounced and collided sensually off my penis, rubbing it to even greater stiffness.
Laying there, with my penis so close to my face, I felt an urge. I was going to give myself a blow-job. I had always wanted to try it, and now it was too easy to resist. Opening my mouth, I took in the end of my giant cock.
It was a struggle just to fit it inside my mouth. Even with my muzzle, I had to force its tuna-can width inside with my hands. The head was soft and spongy, easy to insert, but the rigid shaft forced my jaw open further than was comfortable. With a little bit of saliva as a lubricant, I was able to take in my cock further and further. Before long, my head was bent down between my upper udders, and my cock was buried deep into the back of my throat. Oddly, I didn’t gag. I wondered if had a gag reflex at all anymore.
My vision was obscured and my hearing deafened by the massive pair of milk-filled pillows that my head was nestled between. Thankfully, my neck in Minos form was longer and more flexible than my Labrix or Homid. I raced my tongue all over the 12 inches or so of cock that I had in my mouth, tickling the head of it, rubbing at its sides. My hands followed suit, stroking my cock as they were nestled between my rows of jiggling udders.
Inspiration struck me and I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, forcing my jaw open wider, but not painfully so. I traced my prehensile tongue down my shaft, spiraling it like a candy-cane stripe, slithering it back and forth lengthwise. The saliva from it lubricated the works beautifully, pushing me further towards the edge of sexual release.
Extending my tongue even further, I passed the base of my cock and explored my pussy, diving into the feminine folds directly below my penis. The presence of my tongue inside me felt even better than my cock. Lacing more and more of my tongue down my length and into my crotch, I felt the first push of milk entering my body. Finally, when my jaw was forced wider than I thought possible, my tongue was at full extension, my penis tightly bound in its slithering coils, and my pussy was stuffed with over half of my tongue’s 20 foot length as it balled up in my uterus.
An orgasm from my pussy wracked my body, causing me to spasm slightly, shivers running up my spine. I pulled at the feeling in my mind, urging my milk to come swell me up as I teetered on the brink of ecstasy... and swell I did. I couldn’t see them, but my uppermost udders began to squeeze inward against my head as they bloated and filled with milk. They radiated a gentle heat as they swelled, pressing their soft flesh more firmly against my face. Even my penis felt the constriction as my lower sets followed suit, ballooning and crushing inwards on each other, doubling the pressure on my cock and tongue.
Finally the dam within my manhood broke. I felt a surge fill my penis at the base and race upwards, swelling it out in girth like a fire hose swelling with pressure. The head of my cock was still deep in my throat and I decided I would swallow, at least once, just to know. I didn’t have time to extract my tongue from my pussy, unwrap it from my cock, and pull free from the impending explosion anyway. After it was done, however, I was glad I had done it.
The rush of pressure hit my mouth, ballooning my cock up inside my mouth as the head of it exploded fluid deep into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, drinking what seemed like gallon after gallon of semen. For a full minute my cock spasmed, blasting load after load into my throat. My milk rushed in with renewed vigor and I felt my udders explode off my chest. I pulled my hands free as I drank from myself, feeling and groping at the great bulk of tit-flesh that I couldn’t yet see. My arms were held wide by their girth, completely unable to reach around them and barely able to reach my own teats.
A pressure in my belly grew under my penis, pushing it up even as my expanding udders pressed down. I knew my stomach was filling with cum, the way I had filled Kate. Stuffing the cow, I thought, and milking the bull. I was going to be huge.
I continued slithering my tongue along my shaft and pumping it into my pussy. More orgasms wracked my body and I felt another surge of semen flood through my giant pipe. Again, my milk surged even more into my udders as I greedily drank my own semen, gallons at a time. My belly swelled further, pulling my cock back out of my throat by a fraction as it’s length wrapped over the curved surface of my abdomen. I performed a ‘crunch’ as much as I could, attempting to keep my cock buried as far as I could in my throat, but my udders were massive and pressed against each other, pushing me to arch my back even as I strained to do a sit-up.
Twice more I performed this maneuver, sucking myself off and drinking my fluids as my pussy spasmed and my udders ballooned. Finally, I could hold the head of my cock inside my lips no longer and it popped free with a sound. I relaxed back to the carpet, pulling my head from between my upper udders. I couldn’t see any part of my body other than my massively swollen upper udders. They appeared like giant exercise balls strapped to my chest. I saw my teats standing at aroused attention atop them.
I needed more.
I knew I had more yet to give, so I struggled with my cock, pulling it free from the confines of my udders and out to the left side of my body. If I couldn’t go over my giant belly, I was going around it. Wrapping it that way, around my udders, up the side of my body, I was again able to take the head of it into my mouth... barely. I suckled it once more. I laced my tongue down my cock's length again, and buried it as far as it would go into my stretched, aching pussy.
Again, I managed an orgasm, drinking gallon after gallon, felling my already full belly balloon out a little farther. My udders were already engorged, but they swelled up a bit further, the pressure in them begging for released. For over an hour I lay there, pleasuring myself and blasting load after load of my cum into my throat. I felt my belly wobble enormously above me. My cud-fattened legs were splayed apart slightly from its bulk.
Finally, on the fifteenth orgasm, pleasure wracked my body as before, but my cock didn’t give anything. The energy in my mind had abated, apparently spent entirely until I could recuperate. I thrashed my tongue down it’s length and inside my pussy for a few more moments, drawing 2 more orgasms from my womanhood and another from my cock. Each one was sensational, but produced nothing more. I was finally spent.
I withdrew and unwrapped my tongue, pulling it once more into my mouth even as I pulled my penis out. I fell back to the floor, gasping in the throws of ecstasy combined with exhaustion. My ass was still hoisted into the air by my inflated rump, and my udders towered over me, blocking out my view of anything but them, or my shoulders and arms. They were like large yoga balls on my chest, and I knew I had six more beneath those.
I felt a motion on one of my lower sets, a rhythmic jostling, as if someone were bouncing one of my udders. I heard soft moans in Jenna’s voice as she humped me somehow. I smelled baby oil. I couldn’t see anything she was doing, but I explored with my tongue, lacing it through my cleavage like a snake to find her. My tongue ran through the baby oil, which was slathered all over my lower sets of udders, making them delightfully slippery.
I felt a leg with my tongue and traced it upwards, spiraling around it as I went. I explored towards her crotch and she grabbed at my tongue, stroking it in the throws of her passion. My tongue was eager to enter her and pleasure her like I had with Kate. I knew she was only human, and I couldn’t cram it all inside her, but I would be gentle.
My surprise grew, however, when I found out what she was doing. My tongue met with her feminine folds only to find that she had inserted one of my engorged teats fully inside her! Her tiny hand held the base of my nipple as she bounced up and down my my udder, drilling herself on the soft spike of flesh. My teat had felt good, but I thought it was from being so swollen with milk. But now I knew the sensations were from fucking her with my nipple. Or, at least, she was masturbating upon it.
She gasped and moaned as I helped her finish, gently wrapping the full length of my tongue around her body, cradling her, fondling her small breasts, and tickling at her flower with the very tip of it. She gripped at it lovingly, stroking its slippery length like an exotic dancer carrying a large snake as she came again and again. My udder was soaked with both the baby oil and her juice.
Finally I felt her small body relax as her energy was spent. The bouncing on my udder ceased and I drove the tip of my tongue up inside her a short ways, rhythmically lapping at her even as I hoisted her off me with it. Her body was wrapped in the coils of my long tongue and I gently pulled her down to sit lightly on my neck. Her legs straddled my head and her crotch was just underneath my chin. She relaxed back against my inflated udders, completely held in the coils of my thick, strong tongue.
It was a bit difficult to look at her, since my tongue was nearly the diameter of a 2-liter when fully extended, and it blocked most of my view. Since she was mostly wrapped in it’s coils, however, I wouldn’t have been able to see much of her small frame anyway. I didn’t pin her in place though, instead I relaxed my tentacle of flesh, gently lapping at her feminine folds, allowing her to move as she wished. She reached out and stroked my muzzle, petting the black and white fur on my face as she came down from her blissful high.
She leaned down and kissed me silently on the nose. She had tears in her eyes as she nuzzled my face with her own. I hugged her with my arms and tongue, gently squeezing her and stroking her smooth skin.
“Thank you.” I heard her whisper, as she kissed me again on the side of the muzzle.
I was unable to answer with my tongue wrapped around her, but I blinked and nodded slightly, stroking her black hair with my massive hand. Slowly I retracted my tongue, unwinding it from her body as it spooled back into my mouth. It slipped around her silently, slick with baby oil, until finally it was once again stored in my throat.
She stood up shakily and stepped backwards, shoving her slippery leg between my udders. She did the same with the other leg and I determined her intentions. She wanted to snuggle into my cleavage. I helped her get there with my tongue, supporting her body and pulling her deep into my cleavage, up against my chest. She was buried up to her breasts as she finally lay against me in the folds between my udders. She clutched around my neck and pressed her face into my warm fur. I followed suit, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling her bare back. We cuddled there for many moments, feeling nothing but contentment with the world.
“You were right.” I spoke softly to her at long last. “I do feel much better.” I gave her a quick lick to the cheek, which was the best ‘kiss’ I could do with my muzzled face.
I laid my head against the top of hers again and listened to her soft breathing with my eyes closed. Her hair smelled like strawberries, some shampoo she was using, I was sure. After a while of resting there with my warm udders and engorged belly above me, my soft ass beneath me, and an angel pressed against me, I fell asleep with her in my arms.