…Just then Trish received a phone call, it was Sam. “Trish…please come quickly! I left it too late… I can’t milk myself!”
“Ok I’ll be right over!” she said, Sam sounded like she was in a lot of pain…
Trish hurried back out of her apartment; grabbing a coat on her way past before she stopped herself and put it back, grabbing her purse and the remote she strolled out into the evening.
When Trish reached Sam’s front door she could hear moos coming from inside, Sam was obviously uncomfortable. Trish felt a little guilty and decided to fix it as soon as she could, but first she had to help Sam.
She knocked on the door, “Sam! Open the door sweetie, it’s Trish!”
There was a shuffling behind the door and the lock clicked open.
Trish pushed her way into the room to see her friend lying on the floor, her nipples leaking milk. Trish suddenly realised that Sam’s 4 D-cup breasts must be producing a far greater amount of milk than her B-cups, Trish calculated that if she had been producing 4.2 gallons a day and Sam’s breasts were roughly double her size then Sam was producing 8.4 gallons of milk a day!!!
“Tri-Mooooooo-sh…milk me….please!” Sam begged, her hands were clutching her nipples desperately but she didn’t seem to have the strength to squeeze them.
Trish gingerly bent down and began to milk her friend; jets of milk arched across the room as Sam moooo-ed in pleasure and rubbed her hands up and down her blue and black belly fur.
By the time Trish had finished Sam was exhausted, and so was Trish… but Sam also looked extremely satisfied, Trish decided to make another change…