Trixie thought she’d found a nice quiet nanny at the back, and knelt down to put the jug under her udder. Nanny moved sideways and Trixie lent down to pick up the jug and reposition it, but felt a nudge on her bottom which threw her off balance onto her hands. Before she could get up there was, in her words afterwards; when she gave an excuse for not crying out, a long slippery hot cock filling her very appreciative cunnie.
Positioned there on hands and feet, revelling in the thrilling newly found shape and size of her mates pistoning stiff but soft red shaft; stretching her cunnie lips to the maximum, a shiver ran up her legs and caused more sensual delight.
A random thought went through her mind; I wonder if getting a jug full of his juice counts. Could I bottle it for later?
Susie was in a similar predicament, but having seen a billy just dismounting from a nanny wanted to see what he felt like and curiosity got the better of her, and she went to lick his shaft, before it retreated into its sheath. A brother billy seeing this inviting rear end flashing him came over to investigate and liking what he saw mounted her. Now Susie couldn’t cry out, another excuse? No, because with her mouth fully engaged in giving a blowjob, she certainly wasn’t going to let either of her newly acquired boyfriends down. At least, not until she had drained them as much as possible.
Now that just leaves Patsy to get the milk. Remember of course she had spent time as a nanny goat and being suckled from, and of course while she was growing into a milker, she had also suckled. Memories of that time came back to her and knowing the others would have a hard time while getting the milk. (Pun intended)
She pulled her favourite nanny up onto the edge of the decking, and leant under to get the milk direct from the source.
Her ex-boyfriend Fred, no, not Billy, was the one who led her into various troubles. He, now also being punished as a goat, decided her fanny looked just as good as when he used to screw her back before they got caught. Galloped over and mounted her. She realising who it was, started with saying, No, Fred, No, but after a short while, actually a very short while, it was, Yes, Yes, Freddie. She then carried on filling her stomach with milk. Freddie shot his load of cream, got off and wandered away.
Hearing step behind her and not ready just yet for another screwing, Patsy turned quickly and saw two disheveled breathless girls standing there.
We both have cream filled cunnies, but no real milk.
She laughed, that makes three of us. When we went into the booth, I forgot to have the pheromones reduced. I’m so sorry.
We’re not. Wouldn’t have missed that for the world.
Let me get some real milk and then we’ll go inside and recover. Or do you want to go another round? Hmm? They laughed. Not for a few minutes or perhaps a bit longer. Shall we have the drinks first or do you want to reduce the pheromone levels? There was a giggle from the girls behind her; she turned to find them wrapped together.
I think that answers the question, doesn’t it? They nodded as one.
They had their food and drink and sat talking about who they were and how they came to be here. Eventually Patsy said, I’m going out to get some milk and put it to cool in the fridge.
I think you two should stay, as I will only be a few minutes. As they were full from eating, they agreed.
They were sitting on opposite sides of the table, chattering away about what had happened to them and realised that they had a few blanks in their memories.
But blanks had not been fired into their cunnies, perhaps that’s the reason for their enlarged and leaking mammaries, as Susie saw milk leaking from Trixie’s boobs. She pointed that out to her, upon which she replied, what about yours, Susie? They are leaking as much as mine. Perhaps we’d better fill some of those jugs; otherwise we are going to leak all over everything.
Where’s Patsy? She should have been back ages ago. We’d better go and find her.
Walking outside holding up their dripping breasts, they found the goat pen gate open and the goats seemed to be spread over the field and some by the woodland. There was a gathering of goats by some trees. They ran over and found Patsy hanging over the back of a nanny with her legs spread wide; with several billies queuing up to have their turn.
Patsy just kept on saying, yes, yes, yes, now the next one, oh, yes, yes.
Are you ok? Do you want us to help?
Yes. No, leave me alone, sit down; you can have your turn after.
Not knowing what else to do. They sat down and leant against a tree. Some of the newly born kids ran up, they petted and stroked them. But that was not what they wanted or needed. They had smelt the milk and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Trixie exclaimed. Oh, no, I wish that I hadn’t got – oh-oh, my mothers’ genes; she could always orgasm just –oh, oh, oh- from having her titties massaged and sucked. Now it’s happening to me, as well, she gasped out in between minor orgasms.
In no time at all, there were four kids hanging off their nipples and determined not to let go until the boobs were empty. The fact that the nipples were not shaped like their usual supplier didn’t deter them one bit. By pulling on the titties, and trying to deepthroat them, they were molding them more towards what their nanny mums had.
The two girls were finding it hard to remain seated with the tittypulling and their legs being trampled on, plus their clits and cunnies being scraped. So they dangerously got up onto their feet, leant over and rested their lower arms on a large fallen tree trunk, so the kiddies could drink up, or down actually. They started off with their backs to the tree, but it didn’t last long with tittypulling going on. The queued up billies saw an opening for more nookie; well two openings actually, and were over and humping away before the girls were aware. After that the area echoed with, oh, yes yes, yes.