But then, as I looked back at Molly, she suddenly had this, um... stomach-churning yet noticeably aroused expression upon her slightly plump bovine snout of hers, as I saw her instinctively placed her hoof-like hands upon her exercise ball-sized udder, as Molly then began to yelp a few "Mooing" mewls, which had an aroused tone to them.
Of course, me and Joanne soon realized what was happening here:
Molly's udder was now filled to the brim with milk, which meant it was time for her weekly milking.
To elaborate for all you newcomers, dairy cows need to be milked twice a day in order to prevent their udders from bursting like a fleshy balloon. However, since Molly has only half-cow (More specifically, a Holstein, which are the trademark cows with white fur mixed with black blotches of fur), we inevitably discovered that she produces milk at a much slower rate than dairy cows.
How long does it take for her udder to become filled to the brim?...Well, approximately about a week. After all, I can still distinctly remember the first time my family and I initially discovered this. But then again, it was kind of predictable that such a thing would happen.
Although my girlfriend's udder teats were as big as sausages, we fortunately were able to counter such a predicament, which came in the form of a milking machine with custom-made suction cups built for Molly's udder teats.
Anyway, getting back on topic, I approached Molly, who currently beared a sexually aroused yet flustered look on her anthropomorphic face, heavily breathing in the process as I said, "Sounds like it's about time for your weekly milking. You need some help getting there, Molly?"
Molly looked like she was in heat, so she only firmly nodded in confirmation as a response. "C'mon, Molly. Let's get you to the milking machine." Joanne retorted, who I can tell had a bit of a concerned tone in her voice. Though, I wouldn't blame her for feeling like that. After all, when Molly's udder became this full, she would have this strangely lustful look in both her eyes and expression, letting out these noises that sounded like a cross between mooing and sexual moaning, as if she had a pillow-sized vibrator shoved in between her voluminous buttcheeks.
Suffice to say, having a full udder had a tendency of making Molly feeling rather... "Horny".
*chuckle* Sorry, sorry, a force of habit.
Anyway, back around three months ago, my family and I had recently installed a mobile milking machine inside our manor, in case Molly wasn't near the milk house when it was that time of the week for her to be milked. Although, me and my brother Michael had to heavily modify the milking machine's capacity intake, due to the fact that Molly could produce as much milk as four Holstein dairy cows thanks to that exercise ball-sized udder of hers.
Eventually, after about 3 minutes of escorting my forcefully aroused girlfriend, we managed to get her to the milking machine, where we then inserted the four suction cups onto each of her four udder teats. Of course, due to how sensitive her udder currently was, this caused Molly to let out a highly sexualized moan as she moaned, "MMooooOOOO!!!"
"Easy there, Molly! We'll get that udder of yours milked in no time." Joanne quipped, as she just finished inserting the suction cups onto Molly's sausage-sized udder teats, while I firmly held Molly's plump left hoof-like hand in reassurance throughout the ordeal.
From there, once Molly's bloated udder was securely fastened and attached to the suction cups connected to the milking machine, Joanne then swiftly turned on the machine, causing it to whir and buzz to life in the process. Moments later, the milking machine began to suck on Molly's udder teats, causing milk to splurge out and flow into the tubing and towards the ludicrously large milk container.
Of course, not long after the milking machine began it's handiwork, Molly soon began to moan and moo even louder and more sexually aroused than before, as she howled, "MoooOOO!!! Moo, Moo, MMOOOooooOOOO!!!!" To Molly, it felt like she was experiencing a full night of sexual intercourse, only it was being done in a matter of half an hour by a machine, compared to doing it with yours truly.
....
Eventually, after about an hour of milking, Molly fell down onto the floor with a significantly loud "THUD!!", obviously due to how relieved she felt after being milked, as Joanne and I saw her heavily panting in response. Her massive bovine legs splayed out to accommodate for both her burgeoning apron belly and exercise ball-sized udder, which now looked somewhat saggy due to being milked dry. Overall, I can definitely say she was certainly sated.
"...So, Molly... How are you feeling now?" Joanne asked, wanting to know if Molly was okay or not. However, before we could even react, Molly soon grabbed me, pulled me up to around where her breasts were, and...well, let's just say that she both hugged me like a human-sized teddy bear, yet playfully smothered me against her J-cup breasts. Suffice to say, I can easily see that was feeling grateful for me being by her side.
"Molly, are...are you felling alright?" I asked, shortly after I managed to mostly free myself from her massive mammaries. Of course, Molly soon began to blush profusely in slight embarrassment upon her slightly plump facial cheeks, as she then spoke toward me and replied, "Oh! Um...S-Sorry about that, sweetie. I, um...felt like cuddling you. That's all."
"*giggle* Well, glad to see you two still have a love life." Joanne remarked, just as Molly gently put me back down onto the floor as she slowly stood back up onto her massive bovine hind legs, basically towering over me and Joanne. From there, Molly looked back at me and bashfully asked, "Sweetie? Do you, um...do you mind if you help me get dressed? I...I don't feel like doing it alone."
Obviously, this surprised me a little, and yet, it felt nice to at least be helpful in her current state, even though she had already been used to getting herself dressed by now. "O-Oh! Um...o-of course, Molly!" I stammered, taken aback a little by such an approach coming from Molly.
In response, Molly happily smiled back at me, as we walked up toward our bedroom, hand in hand. Or rather... "Hand in Hoof" in our case.