[Musing] Dairy Tour

[pre-story]The first of a new batch of monthly patron-suggested musings! [redacted][/pre-story]

“Right this way, my dear.” Ms. Brown called, a warm, knowing smile on her full, soft lips as she pulled open a door and gestured through.

Becky swallowed, adjusting her thick glasses and biting her lip, slightly intimidated. She was short and mousey, with short, messy, dirty blonde hair, freckles, and a figure that hadn’t quite ‘blossomed’, and after graduating, she’d just about given up hope it would. Ms. Brown, by contrast, was everything she wasn’t. The mature woman was tall, graceful and glamorous, with long auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she moved with confidence to spare. And why shouldn’t she be confident? With that supermodel face and pornstar body… No, porn stars would have looked positively scrawny compared to her. Her breasts were MASSIVE, each easily the size of her head, her business suit presenting what seemed like a mile of cleavage. And her hips! Her pinstripe skirt strained to contain the bounty of her broad hips. Becky considered herself pretty straight, but walking behind Ms. Brown, she could hardly take her eyes off the mature beauty’s swaying, jiggling backside.


Becky shook her head, steeled her courage, and stepped through the open doorway. Immediately, there was a dramatic shift in the atmosphere. The front of the building was clean, almost sterile, but here, the air was thick with smells, sweat, musk, milk, and… SEX. Pure, undeniable SEX. And the sounds! The steady hum of machinery, overwhelmed by a chorus of moans, screams, grunts and groans, a cacophony of ecstasy, coming from every direction at once.

Becky’s jaw dropped as she looked around the room. There were dozens of women here, lined up on all fours, flanking a walkway down middle of the room, all of them naked but for cow-print stockings, sleeves, and hairbands with cow-ears, all of them sporting truly epic breasts. Big plastic suction cups with hoses somehow managed to remain attached to their nipples, the mechanical mouths hungrily sucking up the milk that fountained from those gloriously fat nipples, even as the girl’s enormous breasts bounced and wobbled wildly, courtesy of the truly titanic minotaur males kneeling behind each impossibly busty beauty, savagely slamming their brutal, beastly cocks into the girl’s nubile bodies like rutting animals. Not that the girls seemed to mind. Each and every one of them wore an expression of pure ecstasy, eyes glazed, half-lidded, tongues lolling mindlessly from their mouths as they screamed with pleasure.

Becky realized she was staring when she felt a pair of soft hands settle on her shoulders. “I realize this sight can be a little… overwhelming.” Ms. Brown commented. “But I feel it best to be honest and up-front about our process. It’s certainly better than trying to keep it a secret.” Becky could feel the older woman’s massive breasts pressing against her back, intentionally or otherwise, she couldn’t be certain.

“Wha- Why- Who-?” Becky muttered, too many questions struggling to get out at once.

“Don’t worry about them, my dear. All our human employees are employed under a very fair one-year contract, with an annual renewal option and a robust exit clause.  There are, of course, penalties to cancelling the contract early, but they are far from insurmountable. Living spaces and food are freely available for all contracted employees, but some prefer to commute to work. All the girls you see before you have chosen to be here. We’re really just a big family here!” Ms. Brown explained, casually.

Becky swallowed, eyes riveted to the nearest girl, her massive, milky breasts bouncing and jiggling amonst hypnotically as the powerful minotaur behind her huffed and growled, slamming his hips into hers like a machine. “Are… Are they all…” Becky began, then gestured, hands cupped out far in front of her chest.

Ms. Brown smirked, though Becky couldn’t see it. “Well, not at first. The first month or so of the contract is mostly hormone therapy and enhancements, with a little bit of grunt work to keep the new employees busy and get them accustomed to the workplace.” She explained. “We start the milk production once they get to about G-cup, but most continue to grow throughout the course of their time here.”

Becky’s gaze roamed up to the burly minotaur male, his powerful, muscular frame rippling as he ravenously fucked the huge-breasts girl before him. His gaze met Becky’s for a moment, and he flashed her a grin that made the small girl blush furiously and turn away. “The… minotaurs?”

“Customers! It’s a symbiotic relationship, really. Minotaur males just love human girls, and our girls produce more milk when they… Well, you see.” Ms. Brown elaborated, pointing to one girl whose back suddenly arched, her voice rising an octave in orgasmic ecstasy. The clear plastic cups on her nipples were suddenly completely filled with milk, then overflowed, dropping off her breasts as the seal was broken, the trembling girl’s massive breasts spraying fountains of creamy milk across the walkway. “Oh, dear.” Ms. Brown commented, casually, before striding over, her towering heels clicking as she moved across the room, bending down to pick up the fallen cups. The orgasmic girl didn't even seem to notice as Ms. Brown firmly reattached the suction cups to her still-spraying nipples, as casually as if she were giving someone back the hat they dropped.

Ms. Brown straightened up, smiling, pleased with herself, then turned to Becky once more. “Well! Let’s continue the tour, shall we?” She asked, gesturing the mousy girl to follow as she turned once more and began to walk toward the far door, her wide hips swaying with her stride. Becky followed, almost automatically, still gaping at the impossibly lewd scene surrounding her. Ms. Brown hardly seemed to notice the cries of lust and pleasure around her, perfectly at home in this world of sex.

“How about we stop by the break room?” Ms. Brown asked as they exited the ‘production floor’. She led the still-dazed teenager down the hall a ways, then ushered her into a door. Becky stepped inside. Much to her relief, this room wasn’t as much of a shock as the last, she wasn’t sure how many more surprises she could handle today. The room was basically what one expected from a break room, a few vending machines, a couch, a table and chairs, a fridge and a microwave… The only differences from a normal office break room were the open shower in one corner of the room and that, where one might expect men and women in dress shirts and slacks, there were beautiful girls, nearly naked. One blonde was resting her enormous, milky melons on the break room table when Becky walked in and she looked up, curiously, and a black girl was lounging on the couch, her dark chocolate nipples rising and falling with each sighing breath. “Good afternoon, Susan, Rebecca. I’m just giving Becky here a tour.” Ms. Brown explained, resting her hands on Becky’s shoulders, her massive melons pressing against the girl’s back. The two beauties smiled at the stranger, the blonde giving her a tiny wave.

Just then, the door swung open again behind the pair, and a massive figure suddenly ducked through, looming tall once again as it fully entered the space. Becky’s eyes widened. It was a minotaur, a massive, muscular figure with chestnut-brown fur and long, curved horns jutting from his bull-like head. In his arms he cradled a woman, an epic-busted asian girl, completely caked in thick, creamy cum, her overstuffed pussy drooling pearly spunk as she trembled in his arms, like she’d been shocked, her eyelids fluttering. But even more eye-catching than the woman in his arms was the monstrous erection that jutted from his hips like a weapon, a throbbing, pulsing shaft, seemingly as long as Becky’s arm and a good bit thicker.

“Oh, my!” Ms Brown gasped. “Quickly, put her over there, in the shower.” She urged, gesturing the bull over to the far side of the room. The massive wall of muscle obeyed, gently laying the girl down in the tiled enclosure.

“I’m real sorry, I didn’t mean to…” The bull began to explain, his voice deep and rumbling.

“Oh, no, please don’t worry about Jun, sir. If anything, I’d say I’m a little envious of her… It’s been quite a while since I last got fucked into a state like that…” Ms. Brown purred, biting one soft, full lip, and glancing down at the monumental bull-cock bobbing in front of her hungrily for a moment. She shook her head. “I really shouldn’t… But I can’t leave a paying customer unsatisfied, either. Girls? I hate to cut your break short, but perhaps you’d like to help this fine gentleman out?” She asked with a smile. The two girls grinned and nodded. “Excellent. Susan and Rebecca here will take good care of you, sir.” She assured him, stepping back as the two girls drew close and dropped to their knees.

Becky’s eyes went wide as she watched the black girl open her mouth wide and devour a full foot of pulsing minotaur cock in an instant. Meanwhile, the blonde slipped down below, burying her face in the massive bull’s equally massive balls, the heavy, cum-stuffed spheres completely obscuring her features as she threw herself into her work. The bull reached down, one hand gripping the black girl’s head, massive muscles flexing as he guided her throat up and down his monstrous member. Pearly droplets of milk began to drip from the girl’s dark nipples as they swayed beneath her.

“We should go.” Ms. Brown urged, suddenly pulling Becky away from the lewd scene unfolding before her and ushering her into the hall. Once out of the room, Ms. Brown seemed to relax, temptation successfully avoided. “Well, there are a few more places we could stop on our little tour. There’s the private rooms, living spaces, the processing center, the laboratory… But I suspect you’ve seen what you came here to see, haven’t you?” She asked, a small smirk playing across her lips. “Shall we go back to the office?” She asked, in a way that wasn’t really asking, before hastily ushering the cock-shocked teen back through the milking floor and off to the offices.

Back in her office, Ms. Brown settled in behind her desk and urged Becky to sit while she dug through one of her drawers, fishing out a small manilla folder and laying it out on the desk in front of her. “Now, then, I hope our little tour laid to rest any concerns you had about our operation here.” She commented. Becky reached out, opening the folder, and bit her lip, seeing the first page of a lengthy contract. “So… how would you like to join the family here?”

Becky swallowed, nervously. It was all a little overwhelming… but still, she found the pen in her hand before she could even think twice. If she could have just a fraction of the beauty and confidence Ms. Brown had… She brought the pen to the paper, and scribbled out her signature.

Ms. Brown smiled, warmly. “Welcome to the family, Becky. Now, date there… sign here… initial… date…” She began, guiding the teenager through the document page by page.