Jess rolled onto her side, gripping her stomach in discomfort all the while trying her best not to let her groans wake up Henry. She tried to ignore them, to just go back to sleep and enjoy her morning, but her body wasn’t having it. “Ungh!” She moaned, as she finally pushed covers off of her and stumbled onto her feet. Her udder sloshed around, aching with the unnecessary movement. “What is happening to you!” She hissed under her breath as he hands shot down to massage her new organ. Henry stirred in the background, rolling over to where his daughter should have been, only to find her standing to the side of the bed, hunched over in pain.
“Mhmm, what’s wrong Jess?” He called, still waking up.
“I don’t kno-o-ow!” Jess stammered back as she massaged her teats, catching herself off guard as a stream of warm milk squirted through her palms. It dripped down her hands, collecting on the ground in a small puddle. Henry sniffed at the air, the new scent tingling his nose.
"Oh no…" Jess mumbled, her hands recoiling from her bulging udder. She turned around to look at a very confused Henry. "Daddy, I'm lactating! I… I need to be milked!" She exclaimed, before groaning once more.
Henry shot out of bed, bare chested and wearing naught but boxers he went straight for the light switch to help them both see. "Okay. We can deal with this…" He mumbled, looking at the machine in the corner that had so far lay dormant. He knew this was an emergency, but he couldn't help how his mind wandered; there was just something appealing about seeing milk dropping from those tests that stirred him. Henry did his best to stifle those thoughts as he walked Jess over to the milking machine, fumbling at the switch that was labelled "On".
"Nghhhh!" She moaned again, not helping Henry's predicament in the slightest. Jess crumpled into a seat next to the machine, her face red with sweat, her knuckles white as they clenched the chair. Henry fidgeted with the tubes, holding up the cabling as he primed the machine. He pushed one against his hand and it lightly stuck itself, thankfully it wasn't too strong. He had to hope that this would do.
"Okay baby… I'm going to put it on now." He said tenderly as Jess wailed again "Hurry Up!"
With one suction cup in each hand Henry gently laid them over Jess' nipples, one after the other the tubes made contact with a cupping 'thwop' sound. With all of them firmly in place Henry turned his attention back to the machine, swallowing loudly as he flipped one last switch "Here we go…" he breathed.
The machine whirred to life and immediately Jess felt relief. Her eyes shot open wide, as creamy yellow milk began to pump through the tubes into a holding tank. The pained expression faded from her face as she finally let out a greatful sigh, closing her eyes once more. Henry stood tall over Jess, watching the tubes pulse and jiggle against her overflowing udders. He swallowed again, trying his best to pry his eyes from his bovine daughter, but they wouldn't listen. They drifted up her body, tracing her now damp evening wear until finally they glanced at her blushing face. She twitched and moaned as the milking machine continued to work away. He couldn't even shut his eyes to rid him of the scene before him as the smell of Jess' fresh milk assaulted his nostrils. It was his mates milk; his beautifully chubby cow girls milk. There was no stopping the inevitable as his cock began to harden in his underwear. He didn't even have the privelage of pants to hide his arousal. His mind screamed as his hand reached out towards Jess head, his fingers gently tracing down her cheek as she began to come to while the Milking machine whirred down to a close.
Jess breathed a sigh of relief, thankful it was finally over when she opened her eyes. Immediately they grew wide as they locked onto the outline of Henry's erect cock. She felt his fingers caressing his face as she looked up to see his strained expression.
"Jess…" He moaned.