Rebel Ch. 07

The racket hit the ball with a THWACK, sending it roaring into the opponents court. Lily was just barely able to return it past the net, but her opponent was ready. Connecting with a vicious topspin, the ball sailed across the court, bouncing away into the fence before Lily could catch it. Lily dropped her hands on her knees, panting. "Geez, you're really getting good at this!"

"Thanks, I had a good teacher." Rebel wiped the sweat off her forehead before headed for her bag, producing a water bottle for Lily, which she took gratefully.

The pair sat on a bench, drinking and toweling off. Rebel took off her clear visor, drying her hair before wiping down her abs. She had become a bit more toned over the past few weeks since taking up tennis.

"I'm glad you came to the shop," Lily said between sips. "You're such a big help. And I'm glad I got a new tennis partner!"

Rebel smiled. "I'm just happy I can help. It's kinda surreal I can work at all."

"You're such a hard worker though, I'm sure you could work anywhere!" Lily assured.

Rebel laughed. "Maybe. But I like it there. You guys are so nice. And Monika... She's so cool. And smart. And pretty..." Rebel blushed slightly.

"Well, why don't you just ask her out already!"

"What? No, not like that I just- I Just admire her is all. Besides, I already have..." Rebel cut herself off.

"Hmm? Already have what?" Lily suddenly grinned. "Don't tell me you're holding out on me?"

"No, no forget it." Rebel shook her head.

"Oh, come on, Rebel, tell me!" Lily shook her shoulder.

"Stop it, haha!" The sun cut through the blue sky as the two hung out together.

After a few more sets, Rebel had to call a time out.

"Just gimme a second, I gotta take care of something." She ran to her bag and headed to the stalls. Inside, she pulled out her pump, wincing as she lifted her shirt. "These things are always so sensitive at the most inconvenient times." With a sigh, she started pumping her milk.

Ten minutes later, she returned to the court. "You good?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, just had to take care of the girls."

"it must be tough being a cow and all. I would hate to have to deal with that all the time. Matter of fact, why not just let it dry up?"

Rebel blushed again. "Because... Because." Her brow furrowed. "I kinda want to give it to someone."

A cloud passed overhead.

"Give it to someone? What do you mean?"

"What? Is that... weird?"

"I... I don't know. I've never been in your shoes. Who is it? Maybe... That guy who I see you with at the shop?"

"Guh! That's...!"

"Hit the nail on the head, didn't I? I knew it, you're so easy to read, Rebel!"

"Shut up already... Ugh. Fine. Is it weird? I mean is it really weird? We've been living together for so long, and I thought he wanted me just for my milk, and then he said he didn't want it, but now he's so nice to me, and... I just don't know." Rebel dropped her head in her hands.

"Wow... Sounds like you got a lot on your plate."

"I.. I guess. I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing." Rebel looked up at the sky. A few birds flew by.

"Well, is it something that you want?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Pinky promise!"

Rebel smiled. The two linked pinkies.

"Thanks for hearing all this, Lily. And not judging me. I'm still kinda getting used to this whole having friends thing."

"Of course. You're super cool. And you let me take extra ten minutes on my break."

"That's just you being lazy."

Lily stuck out her tongue. "Guilty!"

Rebel laughed. "Anyways, I kinda do want to give it to him. It feels like... In a way, I'm repaying him. For all he's done. I... I don't know what would've happened to me if he hadn't shown up." Rebel turned her water bottle in her hands. "I... I sometimes think about him drinking it. Or selling it. Or something like that."

Rebel turned her head at Lily's silence. "Eh?"

Now Lily was the one who was blushing. "Oh my gosh Rebel!"

"Wh-what??"

"You really like this guy!"

"N-no I don't! I mean- he's just a weirdo who took me in to do weird things to me and my tits..."

"Oh my gosh, what are you imagining? What's going through that head of yours right now?" Lily sat up, invested.

"N-nothing... Just.. Totally platonic thoughts."

Lily let out a sigh. "Have you asked him to milk you yet?"

Rebel almost jumped out of her seat. "Wh- I don't- How could you-"

Lily clutched her fist, steam blowing out her nose. "It would be perfect. The gentle, helpless cowgirl, coming to her sturdy farmer for relief. 'Master, please, I'm so tight, I need you to help your girl! Please take care of me before it's too much to handle!'"

Smoke was coming out of Rebel's ears. "What kinda sick pervert are you Lily???"

"Hmph. And then he'll take care of you, and you'll have all kinda steamy sex! It'll be like a fairy tale!"

"That would never! I would never! I..." Rebel balled her fists on her knees. The thought of Tom actually taking care of her in that way.... Did he actually like her that way? "I... I have a lot to think about."

Lily smacked her on the back. "Ah!'

"That's the spirit Rebel! Go get your man!"

Rebel could only manage the tiniest of nods, stars in her eyes.

---

Meanwhile, on Virgil's farm...

"Welcome in, buddy! Glad you finally decided to stop pussyfooting and drop me a visit!"

Tom stopped in his tracks. All around the farmhouse, huge hucows walked about, each one nearly six feet tall, some even taller. They had massive tits, some looking like beach balls, as they lounged around or carried lumber or straw. None of them wore more than overalls. "This is..."

"Heaven, ain't it?" Virgil wrapped an arm around Tom's shoulder. "Come on, I'll give you the tour."

Walking through the farm, each room was populated with hucows, some eating, some napping, some hooked up to milking machines. "Howdy, handsome." One such cow called out to him.

"H-hello miss." Tom managed a tiny wave.

"Aww. Cute."

But more surprising to Tom, was just how casual it all was. There were televisions where ladies grouped up to play smash bros or watch tv, some were playing chess matches, others were reading with headphones on. But they all looked perfectly at home and in their element.

"They're real beauties, aren't they?" Virgil asked with a grin. "They're my pride and joy. I'm more than privileged to be able to take care of these ladies."

"Are they all this... Big?"

"Most of em, but that's how their bred. Good eatin' don't hurt much neither. Your girl's a bit of an anomaly in that regard. Anyways, there was plenty to do when I took over the joint. The last owner just couldn't deal with the hassle of all the women, so I got it on the cheap. 'Sides, people don't think there's money in cows. There is. Anyways, enough babbling. Bessie, you seen Barb?"

A broad hucow walked by. "Shes in her stall. Said she's getting cranky."

"Thanks babe. Come on then, Tommy, let's see what it's all about."

Tom followed him down, but something caught his eye. In one room, a small hucow was talking to another hucow with a puffy afro. But the smaller one was unusually petite, maybe only 5'2. She was laughing and talking animatedly.

***

"Do you... Wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah right. And do what? There ain't a life for me better than this one, buddy."

***

"Tom, you coming?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

The two of them walked up to a stall at the end of the barn where a couple of hucows were filing their hooves. "Took you long enough," the one with black spots said. "I'm full to bursting, Virgil. You know I don't like to wait."

"Sorry, Barb. But I'd like you to meet my associate. Come on, pal, introduce yourself."

"Uh, hello there. I'm Tom." Barb stood up slowly to her full height, easily a head taller than him. He barely came up to her chest.

"You're the one who's gonna be milking me?" She looked at Virgil. "Really?"

"Oh give him a chance Barb. For me." He settled beside the other cow, brown spotted with the cutest freckles. "How are you Nance?" They snuggled in.

Barb sighed and turned her attention back to Tom. "Alright then. You look like you haven't milked a cow before. Am I correct in my assumption?"

Tom nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Okay. Just- be gentle. That's the first and most important rule." She took off the straps of her overalls and stepped out of them. Tom's breath caught. Her breasts stood proud on her chest, heavy and taut, swollen with milk and interlaced with pale blue veins.

"Massive..."

"What? You never see a boob before?" Nancy and Virgil chuckled.

"How cute!" the brown cow chirped.

"Cut him a break, Barb, he just ain't used to a well fed cow." Virgil offered.

"Hmm? What do they mean?" Barb asked Tom.

It was true. You could fit two or three Rebel's in any one of these ladies. "Rebel is... That is, my cow, she's... A bit small."

Barb raised an eyebrow. "A bit small? What, did you pick the runt of the litter?"

"I... I guess?"

Barb shook her head. "Like I said. Doesn't matter." She pointed to her chest. "Start by massaging them to get the blood flowing."

"O-okay." Tom caught a towel that Virgil tossed him.

"Warm ya hands."

"Oh, right." With that, he gingerly brought his fingers to her chest. "Just, gonna..."

"Oh for Pete's sake." She grabbed his wrists and pressed them to her breasts. They were tight and firm, and Tom gasped. "get to rubbing!"

"Yes ma'am!" Tom started to rub her breasts in circles, using the tops of his thumbs to massage them. "Like this?"

Barb replied with a low moan in the back of her throat. "Yess... Like that. Keep going."

"Oh my," Nancy whispered. "That's making me want my turn."

"Patience my dear," Virgil whispered back. "I'll take care of you next."

Emboldened, Tom started to gently press them together, kneading them softly with the tops of his fingers.

"That's it... Just like that. Ugh, I was getting soooo cranky..."

Tom saw beads of white form at her dark nipples. "So... What's the next step?"

"Now," she breathed, "You start pulling." She arched her back and grabbed the bar against the wall. Her teats hung low, dripping gently on the floor, and Tom gasped again at her glistening cunt, now easily visible between her thick thighs. "Hey hotshot! Don't keep me waiting."

"Y-yes ma'am!" Tom sat on a barrel in the corner and took a breast between his hands. Virgil placed a bucket beneath them. And, without further ado, he started to tug.

"Thank CHRIST." She moaned as milk started to spurt into the bucket. "You can go a bit harder... mmm... I'm used to it."

"Okay.." Tom whispered. His eyes filled with wonder as he milked this hucow. There, with sweat dripping down her powerful body and her huge teats in his hands, she was the most beautiful thing Tom had ever seen.

A few minutes later, Tom had managed to squeeze the last of her milk into the bucket. He was shocked by how she had managed to fill it halfway. 'That's more than Rebel makes in a week...'

"Thanks hotshot," Barb sighed. She got up and stretched her back. "Mmmmngh, much better. Normally, I'd ask to get fucked right about now, but I don't want to scare you too bad. Besides, you seem to me like the loyal type. So I'll just settle for this." She leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek. "Good job."

Virgil finally took his hands off Nancy long enough to realize they were finished.

"So, partner, how was it?" But Tom didn't need to answer. His face said it all.

---

Rebel was sitting on her bed, rolling her pump around in her hands. The toy horse sat on the desk by the window. Her breasts hurt, but she decided to shower first. What's the harm?

The sound of K-pop could be heard coming from the shower as Tom made some spaghetti. She had really taken to a few groups she found on her computer. A few minutes later, Tom turned with a start.

Rebel came down, hair still wet, with only her towel wrapped around her.

"Rebel! Hi, uh... Dinners almost ready, uh..."

"They're full."

"Huh?"

"My breast are full. I was thinking about pumping them, but..." She started poking her fingers together. She was turning red.

"But what?" Tom could feel his face getting hot too.

She glared at him. "Never mind!" She turned and hurried up the stairs. He heard her door slam.

The sound of sizzling pasta broke him out of his daze.