Milk Money Ch. 02

The beginning.

I called Ty to give him her decision. He wanted me to come to see him. When I arrived, he took me into his office. "Is she really going to do this?"

"Yes and no. She wants to do it like Mary, except at home. I will need whatever equipment and supplies to turn her into a hucow."

"Does she know what she's doing?"

"Of course not. I'm going to try and lower the dose to protect her, but I think this is going to end badly."

"I will give you a lower dose formula. It will take longer to work effectively, but the addictive principles are reduced. You probably should work here a couple of days to see the details of what we do. That way you can be more efficient when you begin."

"Wonderful idea. When do you want me here?"

"Tomorrow would be fine if you can arrange it. When you have finished a couple of days, we will build your pumping station and give you everything you will need."

"Tomorrow is great. I'll be here."

When I told Kelly I was going to work there for two days to better understand how they do what they do, she was very excited. "That should make it smoother here, don't you think?"

"Of course." She was so excited; she kissed me on the cheek, grabbed my hand and pointed upstairs.

"Maybe we could practice like we used to do?"

We had not had sex since she got back from the hospital. The recovery from the surgery made her healing time from childbirth even longer than normal. It was a good night. I missed my wife. This made me even more hesitant to watch her go through what she was determined to do.

The next day, I was at the farm early in the morning. Ty and I walked through the materials I would need. They would have everything I would need ready by the time I left tomorrow night. Until then, Ty took me out to the barn. He introduced me to his attendant that manned the barn and took care of the four women.

"Clarence is going to let you help him with the women today. Clarence, let him do whatever he can to get the feel of this, okay?" Clarence nodded and motioned for me to follow him.

"We'll start with fat cow. I know Ty likes to call them women, but he doesn't want to face the fact they are cows now. I haven't seen anything in their movements that would tell me they think any longer. I can't see anything in their eyes."

He led me into the first pen. I had to agree, she was fat and had the largest breasts I had ever seen. Even when she "walked" on her hands and knees, they almost dragged on the ground. The nipples were an inch long. She had no hair, no life in her eyes and I shuddered when I thought about Kelly ending up like this. When Clarence came into the pen and walked to the pumping machine, she got up out of her bed and began a slow "walk" toward her position. She can no longer walk up the ramp. Clarence had to lay down to take hold of her breasts and attach the machine one breast at a time. When she was finally attached, he came up behind her and inserted something into her vagina. "We must put a vibrator into them to keep them distracted from the pump. I have long since stopped wanting to fuck that." He pointed at her large, dirty pussy. "This way is better for both of us. He attached the vibrator to the belt that hung around her permanently and reached between her legs to pull the other end of the belt to attach it on the other side. He then pushed it into place. She squealed when he did that. It almost reminded me of a sow, not a cow, but whatever. He then went around and turned the pump machine on. She jumped when both the vibrator and the pump started working. Clarence slapped her ass and said. "That'll hold her for at least thirty minutes. Let's move on to the second."

The second woman was not nearly as fat as the first. When Clarence came into her pen, she got up and walked to him. He rubbed her bald head and cheek. I could see some light in her eyes. "What about her?"

"She's my favorite of the four. She is smaller than the others. I can't see her stomach from between her legs when I'm standing behind her. I sometimes fuck this one and I give her a bath at least once a week."

While he was talking, she was rubbing her head against his leg. He didn't push her away. Instead, he put his gloved hand between her legs and rubbed her gently for a couple of minutes. She began making some sort of sound, but I wasn't sure what it was.'

"Yeah, she likes me, and I try to help her whenever I can." After he had put the vibrator into her, he came around to the front and attached the pumps. He then turned it on and watched as she got used to everything again. It was a routine she was very familiar with. He stood beside her and rubbed her head for a couple of minutes before he turned to leave. "Two more to go."

The third woman was black and was looking at them as they came into her pen. "I'll let you try and get her attached."

I wondered why he would let me do this one. I walked up to her carefully and softly put my hand on her head. She stood perfectly still but I could see her eyes watching me. "It's okay, girl. I won't hurt you. I just want to relieve you of the pain in your breasts." I headed toward the pumping platform. When I turned around, she was slowly following me. I smiled at her and helped her as she walked up the ramp to her pumping station. When she settled in, I attached the vibrator to her belt and carefully inserted it into her. She squirmed a little but then stood still. I went around to her head and looked into her eyes. I wasn't sure what she knew or understood at this point, but I rubbed her bald head and her cheek. It seemed to me that she smiled, but that could just be wishful thinking. I attached the pumps to her breasts. I patted her head and went to turn it on. She just lowered her head and waited.

"Good, Tim. She was gentle with you. She can be ornery at times. I try to be good to her, but sometimes she makes it hard. On to the last one."

Clarene went into the fourth pen and went to the woman. "She is the oldest. We will stop pumping her shortly. Then she will just live out her days here. I will still put the vibrator into her just to let her enjoy her last days." She knew what was happening and was already on her platform when we entered her pen. Clarence inserted her vibrator and attached her pumps. She stood quietly while he was doing his business. When he turned them on, she barely moved. We left her pen. I couldn't tell if the machines were working on her. She was just standing there.

"Okay, back to the first one." We went to where we had started. By then, the fat cow was almost done milking. Clarence watched the tube until it wasn't full and turned the pump off. He went around behind her and removed the vibrator. By the time the pump attachment was removed, she was already backing down the ramp.

Clarence went to her feeding station and put her feed into her trough. She had followed him and was eating before he turned to leave.

We repeated the same process with the other three. I had been here nearly three hours, and they all had been milked and fed.

What's next, Clarence?"

He smiled. "We must wait until they are done eating. We then release them into the field in back. They need sunlight and we let them lounge in the grass behind the barn any day it is warm and sunny."

Sure enough, by the time Clarence opened the large door in the back, they were waiting beside their gate. He opened each gate and the four waddled into the sunlight. Each seemed to go to their spot. They laid down. It looked like we were done with them for now.

Clarence motioned for me to follow him. We went into the doorway that Kelly had been denied before. Inside was the guts of the farm. It had everything to build the metal pieces of a pumping machine. The men there were working on building a smaller version of what the four had. I think that would be for me, but I can't be sure.

Clarence noticed me looking at everything. "Yes, that will be your machine when it is finished. It should be ready by the time you leave tomorrow. For now, we have another Mary coming in. We must meet Ty and get her ready for her session."

"Great. I would like to see that again."

"I'm sure you do. She is a beautiful woman. She must need the money very badly to be doing this to herself. Anyway, there's Ty. Let's go."

Ty was talking to a black-haired woman that couldn't be more than thirty. When she saw us coming towards them, she smiled. "Hi, Clarence. You good today?"

"Always good whenever I see you, Wanda. How's your day going?"

"Same old, same old. You know how it is."

Clarence introduced me to Wanda. "This is Tim. He is helping me today. Don't worry. He'll stay outside during your session."

I could feel Wanda's eyes burning through me as she looked me up and down. "That won't be necessary, he can stay. He looks like he could use a thrill. Why don't you have him strap me in today?"

I could see Ty and Clarence exchanging glances before Ty spoke. "If she doesn't mind, I don't mind. Good luck, Tim. Remember, what you do in the pen is between you and her."

As Clarence led her into the room where Mary had been before, I was conflicted. I don't really believe that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. It always gets out. If he meant what I think he meant, they will be disappointed.

Once in the room, Wanda stripped like she was alone. When she was naked, she turned to me, "What do you think for a twenty-nine-year-old body?" She twirled around like she was on a model's runway. "Not bad. Of course, these large breasts are a problem, but I'll get rid of them eventually."

"You are beautiful, even if you are a little top heavy at the moment."

She patted Clarence on the shoulder and laughed. "I like this guy. Maybe he can help me with my little problem during my session?"

Clarence looked at me, but I shook my head.

"I believe he will have to decline. He is married, and I think he will have to settle for just looking at you while we do this. I will have him attach your pumps."

She cooed, "Well, it's something different. Thanks."

She went up the ramp and got into position. Clarence removed the ramp and stood behind her while I attached her pumps. I was nervous. I had never even touched breasts that big before. I fumbled around a little trying to attach the large suction cups. Her breasts were bigger than my hand, and I tried to hold the breast still while placing the pump in the correct position while she laughed. "Tim, you can grab me better than that. Maybe you could massage them before putting the lube on my nipples."

I wasn't missing that opportunity. I smiled as I took a breast in each hand and squeezed and played with her breasts for a couple of minutes until Clarence coughed. Wanda and I locked eyes as I put the lube on her nipples and attached the pump. She smiled and I smiled as I pulled away from her. She was ready.

Clarence told me to start the machine. He was still standing behind Wanda. I noticed he had not put a vibrator into her. I guess he was taking my place in her vagina. That was okay with me.

I sat back and watched the show. And a good show it was. She needed to be distracted from the pain of the pump. When I had turned it on, she grimaced as the pump grabbed her nipple and began pulling on them hard as it tried to extract the milk. She was concerned with the pain until Clarence distracted her with strong feelings at the other end of her body. It seemed Clarence was in rhythm with the pump and Wanda gave up trying to keep control of her emotions. She just gave up and let herself go. She was wild, and a great show to watch. This woman knew how to have an orgasm. She enjoyed the lead up to an orgasm. She bounced to the rhythm of Clarence's thrusts until she had no more resistance and exploded under the combined pressure front and back.

I had a frontline view of the show that could have been another homemade movie. When Clarence was finished, he patted her on the ass and came to stand by me. "That should hold her until the pump is finished. The pump hurts her more than others, and I may go back for seconds if she starts squirming against the pain again."

Sure enough, halfway into her session, she began moaning and crying about the pain. Clarence went back to her and distracted her for another ten minutes until the session was over. When the machine beeped, I turned it off and removed the pumps from her breasts. She was very sore, so I took some more of the salve and rubbed her breasts with it. She looked up and mouthed "thank you" to me.

We unhooked her and helped her down. Clarence took her over to her clothes while I stepped outside. I'd seen enough. Let her have her privacy.

She was more chipper when she came out of the room. "Thank you, Tim for the salve. Sometimes that machine is terrible."

Can I ask you a question?" She nodded. "Why do you do this? It's obviously painful, and it is destroying your body. It's a great looking body, and it would be a shame to ruin if for money."

She looked at me for a second, then hugged me. "You're a wonderful man, Tim. I hope your wife knows how lucky she is. Good luck."

That afternoon we repeated the process from the morning. When we were finished, Ty told me I could go home and come back tomorrow.

When I got home, Kelly had a million questions. One of the first was, did I do the deed with any of the women there? I quickly reassured her she was the only woman I was interested in. That stopped the questions and led to another night in bliss.

I arrived at the farm on time the next day to find Ty waiting for me. "I thought you could spend the day with me today. How'd yesterday go?"

"This is hard. Clarence works hard. If Kelly ever falls into the same condition as the four, I don't know how I will deal with it."

"I know. I doubt there is any hope for them. I keep hoping. Let's go look at your new machine."

He led me back to the room I was in yesterday to find the mechanics were putting the finishing touches on it. "Good timing, boss. We're ready to test this thing."

"Good. Let's do it."

The mechanic plugged it in and hit the button. The two cups began sucking hard. He turned it down and it slowed down. He let it run for thirty minutes until he was sure it would not overheat during a normal session.

Ty smiled as it finished. "Good job, guys. Can you pack it up. Our customer is taking it with him today." He turned and we headed out into another room in the back. "I want to talk to you about Kelly's formula and feed."

"Feed? I thought I'd just feed her what I eat."

Ty thought for a second. "You can, however, she isn't going to be getting much exercise in the basement. If you feed her the incorrect amounts of protein, carbs, and sugar, she might have an imbalance in her body. This feed is designed to keep her weight under control and give her enough energy to be able to produce and store the milk."

"But she won't eat that stuff."

"You don't start with this. You feed her whatever she wants. When it stops being important to her, then you switch to this."

"You're saying she will lose interest in some of the things that are important to her now?"

"I'm saying that if she does this for too long, she will lose interest in anything that isn't attached to her breasts or inserted into her vagina. That is what happens. I don't know if you noticed, but even Mary, someone who is here only once a week, was having trouble concentrating. If I milked her every day, she wouldn't be able to think of anything else within a couple of weeks. Be careful and watch for Kelly to begin to have trouble concentrating. When she does, you will need to cycle her off the formula for a few days until it passes through her system. If she wants to do this, she will need to come here and sign the contracts."

"I can bring her tomorrow morning."

After lunch, they packed my machine into my car. They gave me a month's supply of the formula, the salve and glass bottles to put the milk in.

The next day Kelly went with me to the farm. Ty walked her into his office. "Do you want to do this?' She nodded. "You understand this was intended for short time help for mothers. If you do this too long, it might have a detrimental effect on our health. You've made up your mind." She nodded again. "Okay, you will need to sign this contract with us for your milk and the rates you will be paid. You will sign this contract stating you are doing this on your own, and if you use this product in a manner not designed to be used, the consequences will all be yours and Abbots Farms will be held blameless. Do you understand these terms?" She nodded again. "Please sign here, and here. Congratulations, you own your very own milking machine. Good luck and be careful."

He took me aside, "Remember, call me if Kelly starts showing any signs of delirium."

I shook his hand, and we went home. I unloaded the car and took everything to the basement. I had already put a soft bed down there and a small refrigerator that I filled with things she liked. There was a bathroom there, so she was set. I needed somewhere for her to rest upon while she was being milked and I had found one of my old workout benches. I leveled it off and put extra cushions on it. I lowered the front bar so her chest could rest off of the front of the bench and wrapped it in pads.

The last thing I did in the beginning was weld a resting place for her head and put pads on it. I had this ready for her to lay down on the bench and rest while her breasts hung down in front of her. The machine would be right in front of her. I can always adjust when I see how she fits onto it. After unloading the machine, I put it together and plugged it in. I switched it on, and it started humming.

Now, I had the milking machine ready for Kelly. She had watched me putting the finishing touches onto her machine. As soon as I said I was finished, she began fiddling with it. She tried the cups on and lay down on the bench to see how it worked. "When can we try it out?"

"Whenever you start producing milk again. I have the formula, and you can start it in the morning."

She pouted as we headed upstairs. She was so excited; it was hard for her to get to sleep that night. Eventually, it was morning.

"I'll have to give you the formula in a shot for now." Kelly made a face but pulled up her robe's arm. I gave her the first shot. The first of many. I can't use the dry formula until she eats the food I brought home. Her formula is already in the feed, but she wouldn't touch it now. I don't think she will ever touch it, but Ty seems to think otherwise.

She wanted to try the machine right then. I had to convince her that she was dry now. We would have to wait until she started producing again.

She had her shot every morning for a week. At the end of the first week, we did notice that her breasts were more tender and did look larger. By the middle of the next week, she began leaking again. We decided to try it again in the morning. She could hardly sleep that night.

Early the next morning, Kelly was acting like it was Christmas morning. She rushed me downstairs and into the basement. It was chilly early, but I brought a couple of blankets. She took her robe off and lay down on the bench. She rested her chin in the head rest and waited for me.

I stood in front of her and looked into her eyes. I could see her breasts hanging down like udders, but perfect udders. She had a look in her eyes that was pure bliss. She wanted this. I put the salve on her nipples and areolas and attached the suction cups. Before I flipped the switch, I asked her. "You sure you want to do this?"

She almost screamed at me. "Turn the damn thing on, already." I flipped the switch and when the cup grabbed her by her nipple and began stretching it out, she screamed. I lowered the pressure until she stopped screaming. She nodded and I threw a blanket over her body so she wouldn't get cold.

Now it was time to wait. At first, there wasn't much milk. However, as time went by, the milk flow increased a little. I finally stopped the machine. She only had half a pint, but it was a start.

I removed the cups and massaged her breasts until she nodded. "Good start, sweetheart. It will only get better from here."

I helped her upstirs and back into bed. She slept most of the day.

We were underway, for better or worse. From now on, the shots would be once a week. I gave her a shot every Sunday from then on.

Within a week, she was in full production. Her breasts had grown nearly a third in size in two weeks, and she could give a pint every session.

Within two weeks, her breast size had doubled, and she could fill a half gallon in two days. She was still only having one session a day, but I knew it wouldn't be long until she would have to be milked twice a day to relieve her pressure.

Each day I took her upstairs and fed her a breakfast of bacon and eggs with toast and orange juice. I wanted to fill her nutritional needs the best I could to put off the feed as long as possible.

A couple of days later, Kelly met me at the door when I came home from work. "Honey, I haven't wanted to say anything, but I think we will need to milk twice a day from now on. They hurt too much."

I kissed her. "That's not a surprise. Look at those beautiful breasts. They are HUGE and need some attention. Let's go right now and take care of this."

I followed her downstairs to the basement. I noticed she had been decorating that day. Good. Whatever she needed to make it more comfortable for her. She stripped her blouse and bra off and lay down on the bench. It was routine now and I put the salve on her breasts and attached the suction cups. When I turned it on, she did flinch. As I watched over her, I noticed a wetness in her shorts. I carefully pushed my hand between her legs to find her leaking a lot. That's right, this formula makes them horny, and I haven't done anything about that yet.

Now was a good time to start. I reached under her and unsnapped her shorts. I then grabbed them on each side and carefully worked them down her legs until they were at her feet. She did notice, but didn't object at all. She just shook her ass and moaned. I gently rubbed her ass. She had a beautiful ass. She was starting to squirm, so I reached under her panties and into her. I began working on her button and she started squirming harder. She was also moaning and panting as I worked her over. She finally exploded on my hand. I just held on until she was quiet.

When she was still, I patted her on the ass and whispered into her ear. "Good girl, baby. I can do that every time, if you wish."

When the machine beeped, I turned it off and removed the cups. She continued to lie there. When I looked into her eyes, I could tell she wasn't there at the moment. I rubbed her cheek and face softly and kissed her on her forehead. She finally looked up at me and smiled.

"Thanks for the little reward. That caught me by surprise, but it was wonderful."

I helped her up, and we went to bed.

The pattern was set. The next morning, she came down in a robe. When she removed the robe, she was naked. After climbing onto the machine, she smiled at me and spoke. "I'm here for my morning milking and fucking."

I attached the machine and turned it on. She wiggled until she settled in. I went behind her and rubbed her ass. She spread her legs onto each side of the bench and hung them over the side. She was making it easy for me to get to her, and I could tell she was ready for me to get to her. I pushed her legs far enough apart to be able to straddle the bench behind her. That wet slit in her body was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a while. I pushed into her and began to slowly ride her. She lay there, still as she could be. All I heard was the whirring of the machine in the room. The combination of the sight of her on her stomach with her legs spread as far apart as she could get them, and my member buried up to her ass made me come quickly.

When I finished, I rested on top of her for a couple of minutes. She didn't try to move, just lay there. This was wonderful, but it was time to get up and take care of her.

The machine continued for another twenty minutes until it beeped. I shut it off and removed the cups from her breasts. I put some salve on her breasts and massaged them for a couple of moments. They were red and swollen, but they still felt good to me. I kissed her forehead and waited for her to revive from her dreamlike trance she develops during her milkings. When I turned to look at the container, I was surprised to learn she had half a gallon from that morning alone. Twice a day was nearly a gallon. I knew her breasts had more than doubled in size, but I was still surprised at how much milk she could produce in one day. If this continues, she is going to produce a lot of milk.

When she looked up at me, I helped her up and made her breakfast.

While we ate breakfast, I had to bring something up. "You know, dear, you will have to tell your mother at some point. The next time she shows up here and sees those (I pointed at her huge breasts) she is going to know what you did. We can't put it off."

"I know you're right, but I can't face her right now."

"It will only get worse if you wait." She finally agreed and I called her mother and asked her to come over.

When she arrived, I met her at the door. "Thanks for coming, Helen. Your daughter has made some decisions that I'm not too happy about, and I'm pretty sure you won't be either. I just ask you remain calm and let her explain. Can you do that?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I thought she had finally recovered from the baby, even when she played "Milk mother" for a couple of weeks. Now what?"

"Hold that thought, and remember, try to stay calm."

I called Kelly into the room. When her mother saw her, she gasped and started crying. "What have the two of you done? This is insane."

We let her rank until she had to stop for a breath. Kelly finally spoke. "Are you done now, Mom? Can I talk now?"

Helen must have run out of steam because she just waved her hands.

"Good, now listen. This is my decision on how I want to live my life. My husband is not happy about it, and I can tell you aren't either. However, I understand the risks I am taking for the benefits I wish to receive. I know neither of you will ever understand my needs, and I can accept that. I can only ask the most important people in my life to allow me to live it in a way I must."

Helen sat down with a look of resignation. "I've always known you had a stubborn streak. Once you make up your mind, there is no changing you. I have a bad feeling about this, but it's too late now, obviously. Kelly, maybe you could make your mother some tea?"

Kelly jumped up, happy for any change of discussion and headed for the kitchen.

"Okay, Tim. Tell it to me straight. What the hell is this?"

"There is a company that provides a means for breastfeeding mothers with a low milk count to have their production stimulated enough so they are able to feed their babies. It is a short-term thing, no more than a month to six weeks until the baby is weaned. Years ago, one of their employees gave a customer a dose that was too strong, and the customer's mind snapped. Since then, there are strict protocols in place to ensure that it never happens again, and it hasn't with the mothers. The problem arises from people like your daughter who need this for other reasons. Like a sexual fetish, or an addiction. These as the people who have problems like this. She has already made her breasts grow to be too large for her frame. She continues to take the formula to increase her milk output. She is paid for her milk, this isn't charity any longer, and she is making a lot of money doing this. But I believe that is not a motivating factor. I believe she is addicted to the feeling. The company did everything they could to talk her out of this, but they had no legal reason to believe she would abuse the procedure, so they gave me a low dose. It should have been just enough to let her produce a little milk, but nothing like this. We can't explain this. I have the shots in a secret fridge hidden in the garage that she doesn't know about. I'm sorry, Helen. I've tried to stop this, and I'm at a loss for what to do next."

Helen was digesting what I had said when Kelly returned with the hot tea. We sat, drank a little tea, and talked about anything but the huge breasts staring at us until Mom had to leave. She said her goodbyes and was gone.

Kally looked at me. "I think that went well, don't you?"

All I could do was shake my head and leave the room.

I called Ty and asked him to come over to our house. "That bad, huh?"

"I'll let you decide."

Kelly met him at the door, and he couldn't even speak. I asked Kelly to get him a beer and we went into the living room. "How'd that happen?"

"I don't know, but I wanted you here while I investigate. I have an idea. Follow me."

I headed for the garage to my hidden fridge. Once I opened it, I knew the answer. I should have ten more shots. I only have five. "You see what she's doing. She's doubling up on the shots. I guess they weren't giving her the kick she wanted."

Ty shook his head. "I guess none of the warnings did anything for her. Is she an addictive/ compulsive personality by chance?"

"I've never seen her with any addictions or problems controlling herself."

"You've seen one now. This is a sign she is addicted to this serum. The problem with an addiction is that you always need a bigger hit to get the same result. If you don't lock this up, and control it carefully, she will end up like the four I have soon."

Kelly was standing behind us. She screamed and went running. "I'll take care of this. I'll call you later." Ty nodded and left while I went looking for Kelly.

She was on our bed, crying. "I'm sorry, Tim, I'm sorry. I just needed it, you understand?"

"I understand that if you kept up like that, you'd end up like the women at the farm. Do you want that?"

Kelly was still crying. "Don't hate me, Tim, but I sort of do. I need peace, and the only time I get it is when that machine is sucking on me. I know it's nuts, and I can't explain it, but I've been so sad for so long, and that is the only peace I get now. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better for you and me if I was your mindless hucow and you could find someone without my problems."

"I don't want anyone else. Why have you not told me about this?"

"I have been telling all of you. All you do is not hear where my mind is at. I don't care about working, having a home, being a good wife. I never knew I was an addictive/compulsive personality, but I must be. I get that shot and twenty minutes later, my mind is at peace and my sexual urges are flowing. I feel like I'm part of mother nature, caring for all the children. I know it's crazy, and I should be committed, but I'd rather die than not being here in your care. I love you, and I know you will protect me no matter what state I'm in."

I had to sit down. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? If I tell anyone what she just told me, she would be put away for what probably would be the rest of her life. If I don't and anything happens to her, I'd be responsible for it.

As I see it, I can continue giving her the formula at the normal dose and hope that it will calm her, or I can give her the stronger dose and put her mind at ease forever. I can't bring myself to do that, but I'm afraid she'd be in pain if I don't give her enough. The only option I'm not going to do is turn her in and have her committed. She is my wife, and I love her. I want to make her happy, maybe even if that means I lose her as my partner. God, I never should have taken her to the farm. It seems to me that I lose her no matter what I do.

"Alright, honey. We'll continue now with your normal dose and see if it will ease your pain. We'll not tell anyone about this, okay? No one needs to know how you feel, especially your mother. She'd call the cops in a second if she thought you were considering checking out as a woman and becoming a hucow permanently. I can't believe I'm even saying the words, let alone think about it. Promise me you will tell from now on, whatever you're thinking before you do it. I promise I will listen and not call anyone. I promise."

Kelly came and sat on my lap and cried. I let her cry. I finally understood how much pain she has been in since the death of our baby. I kissed her on the forehead and promised myself that I would protect her and do what is best for her, come hell or high water. No matter what people may think about me, that doesn't matter. I will find Kelly peace, even if it means the worst.

It was a couple of hours until her next milking, so I put her to bed and told her to rest. I had people to see.

The first person I looked up was Anne. She had helped Carrie, and it had been a disaster. Maybe now she would be more retrospect. Either way, I knew she'd be more sympathetic than Ty. He has a business to worry about. I called Anne and asked if I could see her. She told me to come over. Her day was almost over, and she had time.

When I arrived, Anne told me she was off, and we could go somewhere quiet to talk. We went to a small coffee shop near her office, ordered coffee and sat down to talk.

"I have very bad news about Kelly, and as strange as it seems, you may be the only person I can talk to about it."

"That is strange. I'd assumed you would be angry at me for sending you to Ty. Now you want my help again?"

"A sounding board more than anything else. Ty must be careful, and Kelly's mother will kill me. Even her best friend, Pam, would probably attack me if I told her Kelly's state at the moment."

"Okay. Lay it on me."

For the next hour, I explained how Kelly felt and my choices. When I was finished, Anne was just staring at her hands in her lap. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're fucked no matter which way you go."

"No kidding. I think my wife has checked out of life and I know of no way at the moment to get her to care again. She all but told me to give her the maximum dose and let her go with Carrie the rest of her life."

"If you tell anyone else this, she will end up in an institution. You will have to decide what to do for her. That's a fine line to walk. Either way, you could end up in jail, if you're not careful."

I just nodded. I knew the simplest thing would be to tell the family she had overdosed, and she would need time to recover. That would give me time. I thanked Anne and went home. She was asleep and I let her sleep. Right now, sleep was her best friend.

I went down and fixed me something to eat. She came down as I was finishing, looking for something to eat. I decided now was as good a time as any to bring up the food from the farm. "Kelly, my love. Ty has given me the hucow feed that has your formula in it. I was saving it for you, but now, you might want it."

She sat down, thought about it for a second. "If I want to go that route, that would be what I would eat, so bring it on."

I took out the package and opened it. The food had a consistency of dry dog food, but it did smell better. I tasted it. It didn't really have any flavor, but it didn't taste awful. I put a little into a bowl and put it in front of Kelly. She sniffed it, took a little into her hand and looked at it for a few seconds. Then she shrugged and put the handful into her mouth. This is the test. I expected her to spit it out and ask for a hamburger, or something, but she didn't. She just chewed and swallowed it without any expression on her face. I watched as my wife basically ate dog food in front of me. I was beginning to feel hopeless, as hopeless as she must feel.

She finished the bowl and handed it back to me. "It tastes like chicken." I almost laughed at that.

"Very funny. Do you want to eat this, or do you want me to make something better for you now?"

"This'll do. Anything to get back to the machine. Isn't it time yet?"

"Yes, my love, it's time."

We headed downstairs. Before she left the kitchen, she stripped off her clothes and left them on the floor of the kitchen. I followed her down the stairs into the basement.

When she got to her bench, she lay down and hung her breasts over the front of the bench. She put her head into the holder and let her hands drop off the edge of the bench. I attached the cups, kissed her on the forehead and turned the machine on.

The look in her eyes made my heart sink. It had always hurt at the beginning, and she would wince until she settled in. This time, she just smiled at me and closed her eyes. She was sinking into her role, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

This time, I decided not to fuck her, but I put a vibrator into her and turned it up. She began to shake as it worked on her and I sat and watched. If this is how she wants it to be, tonight I'd let her. I couldn't bring myself to have sex with my wife. I knew in my heart that she was a hucow now, by choice, and it changed how I felt.

When the machine beeped, I got up and turned it off. I removed the cups from her breasts without saying anything. She had her eyes closed and was still. I removed the vibrator and waited for her to make a move. She finally stirred and looked at me. "How's my little hucow now? You enjoy your milking? You gave me a lot of milk. You're a good hucow." I kissed her on the forehead and helped her up.

She seemed happy that I called her that twice. It didn't seem to bother her. The smile told me that. If she wants to play this like this, I can. Maybe I can break her by treating her like a cow. It breaks my heart, but I must try something.

I went to the living room to watch TV and drink a couple of beers. She went upstairs.

A couple of hours later, I went upstairs to find her curled up at the foot of the bed without a blanket. I covered her and left her alone. I fell asleep knowing something had changed in our relationship.