Nancy’s Milking: Crimson Reborn VIII

Nancy Swanson had a peculiar feeling nag at her all morning. In some moments it lessened. And in others, such as when she set out three glasses of cold milk for her family, it grew stronger. Initially, she thought the feeling was a strong sense of déjà vu, but as the morning rolled along, that no longer seemed accurate. Nancy didn’t think she was experiencing a vague memory of something that had already happened, but more that she was forgetting a vague memory. As though her past was a watercolor left in the rain with all the paint smearing together and losing any definition that might have existed.

This sensation did not slow the normal business of the Swanson Dairy. Her daughter, Emily, was charged with surveying the lower field that morning. The cattle herd was due back from their little vacation in two days and it would cause any level of trouble if a spot of unmended fence sent forty dairy cows wandering into Carter Anderson’s property. Meanwhile, her husband, Eric had business off the farm, expecting to be away for the majority of the day. Buying supplies and likely wasting considerable time at the hardware store before driving the two hours to their wholesaler for some contract negotiations. These trips had been a monthly staple of her life as long as she could remember, though her memory didn’t seem all that trustworthy. When they were younger, Nancy worried that Eric used the trips to have an affair with an older woman, one closer to his age that let him escape the trouble of marrying an impish girl with girlish ideals. That worry passed as Nancy became a mother and had better things to worry about. Eric never gave her any real cause to worry either.

Instead, she looked forward to his absence a little more each month, especially as Emily grew up. It gave them a nice reprieve from the constant pressure of extracting profit from the dairy. That near panic to remain financially stable had faded as well, but the mild pleasures of having the man out of the house didn’t. But, of course, they weren’t without a male influence any more. Not since Cain had taken the job as a farmhand. Over the years, plenty of young bucks had lent their labor to the dairy, but none like Cain. Seasonal workers came in two varieties. The first a group of hard, honest workers pulling themselves and their families out of whatever hole life had put them in. The irony of their quality being that they soon no longer needed to do the kind of work at which they excelled. The other type never made much of themselves. They weren’t inherently bad people, but usually carried a fatal flaw that weighed them down. Cain, as far as Nancy could peg, sat right in the middle of these two groups.

Eric kissed her on the cheek before he went out the door. Emily yelled that she was heading out before slipping out of the back door. Nancy was alone in the house, draining the last few drops of milk from her glass. She dropped it in the sink, washed her hands, and went to put on her boots.

When she emerged from the house a few minutes later, she wondered where a radio was playing. The weather had been unseasonably pleasant as of late. This morning was no exception with a nice cool breeze taking the heat out of a stunningly bright morning sun. On that breeze, Nancy could hear the faint words of a very distant song. She wondered if Cain or her daughter had left a radio playing in a shed somewhere, not an uncommon occurrence. Looking over at the milking house, she saw Cain’s truck already parked out front. She hadn’t expected him in early that morning. If she had, she’d have asked him up for breakfast, but he knew as much as she did that with Eric out of town, it was meant to be a lax day around the farm. Figuring the music was coming from the milking house, she headed down the hill to say good morning.

As she walked, the music shifted around her coming from a new direction with every step. Nancy felt flushed as she grew closer to the milking house. It looked slightly wrong, as though the long familiar angles of the roof had changed. Or that the shade of faded red paint had darkened. The building looked cleaner and more ordered. The bits of loose twine or the clumps of dropped sod that created the debris around the house were gone, leaving neatly organized plots of grass and gravel. With each step, a clutching feeling gripped Nancy’s chest, constricting around her lungs as an indefinable fear took hold. She finally stopped when the door to the milking house swung open in a slow creak and the music grew louder.

Nancy Swanson believed in ghosts and demons. It was a belief she’d tried her whole life to shake, but her parents had done too good a job. She’d rebelled and left the cultish belief system behind, the one that told her that touching herself would cause her to burn forever in the fires of hell. It was the one that told her that demons waited in the dark places of the world, ready to snatch the soul of the unfaithful. Nancy had resolved to live her life and raise her own daughter free of that kind of superstitious foolishness. In part, she had succeeded. Emily had little inclination toward religion of any kind, but certainly not toward the fundamental insanity that Nancy had escaped. The other part though, the part that lurked at the back of her mind and surfaced more easily in the dark of night, stayed with Nancy. And it reared its ugly head when the milking house door opened slightly, seemingly of its own accord, and Nancy knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that a demon waited inside.

As Nancy stood rooted to the spot, the song on the wind grew louder. An arm wrapped itself around Nancy’s shoulder. She would have screamed, but found herself unable to move. Looking to her side, she saw a woman so utterly beautiful and perfect that Nancy thought she might cry. This is what a goddess would look like if one came down and wrapped her arm around me.

Lucy’s head lolled to one side and her eyes squinted at the door. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “I think he’s a little too eager,” she said. “You wouldn’t believe how much he’s wanted you, Nancy. I don’t even think he understood it. Humans are so wrapped up in their own worries that they can’t see how much the other forces of this world pull on them. If you had gotten to him before I did, I don’t think anything I could have offered would have moved him. So many people are walking around broken that they don’t even recognize the thing that can fix them. Until its too late.” Lucy walked around in front of Nancy and put both hands on Nancy’s shoulders. “You’re broken too, of course. A different kind of break than dear Cain, but broken nonetheless. So many of my new friends are damaged before I help them. You were infected from the day you were conceived. Told to be ashamed of what you were simply because you were a woman. When I was given this power, I believed that I could save every single soul in Small Creek, but looking at your past, Nancy, I don’t think that’s true any more. But I can save you.”

“What are you?” Nancy mumbled, her eyes locked with Lucy’s. The specter of beauty’s heat radiated off her and filled Nancy with desire that she could barely control. “What have you done to Cain?”

“I made him a prophet. A prophet of freedom, of fecundity, of sin. I fixed him. Just like he can fix you. All that old damage, rotting your soul from the inside out. He can absolve you of it. The wicked lies that your parents told you about a god who would damn you for being human, they have festered in your soul for the whole of your life. And no, you did not spare your daughter or your marriage or your friends from that infection. It spread even as you denied it. In small words and small actions, taking root in the minds of those around you. Some, like your husband, resented it. And others, like your daughter, harbored it, letting it take root. She’s more pious than you know. At least for now.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” Nancy said. “I’m not an evil person. I will not give in to you.”

Lucy tutted again. “Evil. Such a nasty word. How can something that feels so good be evil? That’s a nasty little word that your daddy taught you. And it’s not that I want something from you, Nancy. It’s what I want to give you. And it’s also that I know you’ll take it. Because you’ve spent your whole life at war with your upbringing. Waiting in that building it the weapon you finally need to win it. So go on it, meet my prophet. Indulge in those naughty little thoughts that you had about him. Become free.”

Lucy circled around Nancy and vanished, only leaving a lingering note of that distant and perpetual song in her wake. Nancy’s body sprang back to life. The breeze picked up and birds chirped from the nearby trees. Nancy’s first impulse was to run back to the house, close the doors and hide in her room. But then she knew that the thing she was running from would have come right along with her. Her own little desires. Mad curiosity made her want to go into the milking house and she knew that a single step forward would change her forever. She thought of Emily and Eric, but those thoughts did not compel her. She thought of her soul and possible damnation, but that did not compel her either. Even if she lived as a nun, she would never escape the feeling in her at that moment. She wanted to go in and see Cain.

Nancy stepped forward. The gravel crunched under her feet as she crossed the remaining ten yards to the slightly open door. She went inside.

The room had changed from when Nancy last saw it. The large stocks and paddocks were gone, replaced with small tables and gleaming chrome railings. Four rows, twelve long each. The middle two faced inward and the outer faced the wall. In each stall, pneumatic tubing hung from a rack alongside with suction cups at their ends, and not always two. At the far end of the room, a throne looked out over the stalls. On it sat Cain, or what Cain had become. As Nancy entered the room, he rose and pointed to the stall nearest the throne. Silently, Nancy crossed the room, her body growing warm and needful. The air smelled wonderful, a musk that she couldn’t quite identify but new emanated from her new master.

Cain met her at the stall’s entrance, towering over her. “What did she do to you?” Nancy asked, bringing her hand up to rest on his massive chest. Cain had become larger in every way, no longer a man but a small giant. His arms were as wide around as Nancy’s thigh. His head was covered in a thick mane of black hair that trailed into a rough scattering of chest hair, leading down into a smooth and taut abdomen that heaved up and down, showing a hard set of abs. Nancy doubted her arms could reach around him if she tried and wondered how much strength could be in those tree trunk sized legs. But mostly, her gaze went to his crotch where a cock the size of her forearm hung atop a pouch of leathery skin containing balls the size of grapefruits. “That will tear me in half.”

Cain brought his hand up and gently caressed Nancy’s face. “You will grow,” he said with a smile. “Now kneel.”

Nancy’s instincts rebelled. This man was not her husband. In fact, this was the only other penis she had seen in her entire life that didn’t belong to a bull. Not that she saw much difference. She obeyed, kneeling down in front of the godlike man. His hand wrapped easily around her head, guiding it into position as his cock began to stir. Nancy’s eyes widened as the thick cock started to rise. She could see it visibly throb as it stiffened, a clear ooze of precum leaking out over the very tip of the head. Despite its growth, it had retained the human shape rather than the flat head of a bovine. The bulbous cockhead pressed against her lips insistently as Cain held her head in place. Getting it in her mouth would be impossible, but she had every desire to try. Cain wasn’t stopping her from running. He was preventing her from trying to shove his entire cock in her mouth.

The precum came in bigger waves as Cain rubbed his cock side to side across Nancy’s lips. She opened them and let her tongue tease at the head of his monstrous cock. The precum tasted wonderful and the scent of him drove her wild. Her nipples were growing more sensitive as the rubbed against her old bra and her panties were already soaked with her arousal. She hadn’t actually gotten wet from just seeing her husband naked in years, but the feeling of this glorious cock sliding back and forth across her face drove her wild. Looking up at Cain with her wide eyes, she brought her hands up to start exploring the cock that she knew would finally bring her a true feeling of completion.

A thick, throbbing vein ran along the top. As Cain continued to smear precum across her face, Nancy wrapped her hands around the incredible shaft, her fingers barely touching around its girth. Eric had never been into sex the way Nancy thought he should. She attributed his disinterest to the age gap between them and a little bit to his own personal religious upbringing. When they were young, she rarely touched his penis with her hands and certainly never had the opportunity to admire it in full light while kneeling. Cain’s was beyond comparison, of course. Her hands gripped the magnificent shaft tightly and worked up and down its length, urging out more and more of the precum. It smeared across her cheeks and lips, giving her the chance to lick it into her mouth as she further debased herself.

Her curiosity about Cain’s changes nearly matched her arousal. She lifted his cock slightly, feeling immediate regret that the oozing cockhead had left her skin. The precum had started to tingle and she knew that her changes had begun, but they could wait a little longer. The massive dick moved out of the way, twitching as she continued stroking at a new angle. Nancy leaned her head forward, inhaling Cain’s musk as her tongue flattened and dragged up the full length of his shaft causing him to groan in appreciation. She took one hand away from his cock, leaving the other to struggle in compensation. She took hold of his massive balls giving them a light squeeze. They felt full and heavy. Nancy knew enough about livestock to understand when a bull was in desperate need to cum. Even through the thick skin protecting him, Nancy could feel the cum stored in his balls awaiting its release. How long could he go without starting to feel pressure and pain if he couldn’t cum? Was he uncomfortable even now?

She let go of his cock for a moment, letting the full weight of his smack down on her cheek. Her hands went to the button up shirt, pulling it off in a mad scramble. Cain peered down at her with vague interest and she understood why. The creature that had taunted Nancy outside of the milking house had proudly displayed breasts that would put a porn star to shame. Nancy’s own were nothing by comparison, but still she wanted Cain to see her, naked an willing to receive his blessing. She wanted him to coat her in cum, finally baptize her properly.

As her fingers fumbled for the clasp of her bra, Cain spoke, “No. Leave it on. I’ve dreamed of having you, Nancy. As I was before, that is. I thought of you often when I touched myself, wondering what it would feel like to bury my face between your tits and feel the warmth of your skin. Let me enjoy you before you become something else.”

She smiled. Yes, of course, she thought. I was a fantasy the whole time. The lonely housewife all alone on the farm, still pretty despite her age. The young buck comes along and works hard, but can’t help stealing glances. Sometimes I gave them back after all. And I can’t say I didn’t think of him either, between my legs, grunting and pushing as I felt loved for the first time in years. Her hands returned to his shaft, stroking it up and down with an increasing speed. But that’s not what this is. This is something greater. A greater purpose.

Cain’s breath became ragged. His shoulders hunched forward and Nancy sensed that her reward was imminent. She wanted to taste him, the real him, as it erupted from his cock, warm and wonderful. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her lips against the tip of his cock. She looked up at him with her aged eyes, pleading to receive his gift. Cain’s own eyes fluttered and he leaned his head back in a low groan that sounded all too similar to the low of a cow. Nancy felt his cock twitch in her grasp. She felt the rush of cum up his full length. Then nearly choked as it sprayed into her throat.

Her eyes watered as she gulped down the delicious cream. Another twitch and another spurt until her mouth was full, more than she could swallow and Cain was still moaning as his balls drew tight against his body, trying to fully empty themselves into the waiting vessel. Incapable of taking any more, Nancy pulled her lips away right as a fresh rope of cum sprayed from the tip, splashing on her face and running down her cheek. The warmth of it and the bizarre feelings erupting across her skin threw her into a mind shattering orgasm. She angled his cock down, spraying rope after rope of cum onto her still covered breasts. It ran between her tits, oozing down her stomach and even into her jeans, somehow trickling all the way to her juicy pussy lips.

She released his cock, but it didn’t fall away limp. It remained stiff and Cain took over where she had stopped. He gripped himself and stroked causing a fresh torrent of cum to splash on the middle aged woman’s body. Nancy hunched forward, her hand delving down between her thighs, rubbing in frustration as the jeans prevented any real stimulation. Nevertheless, her body quaked with pleasure as the cum soaked into her skin. She was a mess. Hair matted to her forehead with cum. Her breasts soaked in it. Her jeans stained with it. A puddle of it underneath her. She scooped it off herself wherever she could, bringing it to her mouth and swallowing it, desperate to have the entire load inside of her. She chastised herself for letting it get away, for ruining the blessed gift. Cain’s powerful hand stopped her, tilting her cum soaked face up to look at him. “Say goodbye to your humanity.”

For a small moment, Nancy didn’t want to let go. But as a new wave of pleasure rocked her body, she said goodbye to the pitiful woman Nancy Swanson had been. Cain stepped back from her as the pleasure caused her to collapse forward onto her chest. Her skin burned and her flesh pinched and chafed wherever she touched clothes. Of course, I shouldn’t wear clothes. Those are for people. I am not a person, I am my masters cow. His fucktoy. His breeding stock. She rolled onto her back, the cool cement floor giving some relief to the inferno blistering across her skin. With a few scratches, she managed to pull off her bra, letting her ripe tits free. They had already swelled, she knew, but they would grow bigger and fuller. She remembered what it was like to be full of milk from when she was pregnant. The incessant need to be drained, but in those memories she found no motherly affection only a primal need. I do not have feelings of love, only need. Only to be fucked and to give milk, so that more of us can become free.

She frantically kicked off her boots, pausing a moment to wriggle her toes as her bones stretched. Pulling down the jeans, she struggled to get them off of her hips as her already wide set frame expanded further. Her skin seemed to be absorbing Cain’s cum into it, transforming her in the process. Pleased with the early results, she rubbed his cum into her skin wherever she could, moaning the entire time. Her breasts began to swell. She held them in her hands as the flesh quivered and grew. It was surreal to see such a dramatic change happen so quickly as they ballooned from sagged b cups into pert and firm F cups, with no sign of stopping. She wondered how she would be able to walk and then remembered that walking rarely worked when she was being fucked. And that was all she cared about. She twisted her body around to look at Cain. He was still erect and watching her intently. She would get more come from him soon enough, but first she had to become a proper cow.

Nancy rolled over onto her hands and knees, sticking her ass up in the air as it too began to quiver with growth. Her rear had never been her best feature, but now it was as wide around as a laundry basket and even the slightest movement caused ripples through her jiggling flesh. The perfect ass to slap against the hard body of her breeder. She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, feeling a strange quiver of pleasure come from between them. My asshole feels empty. Oh god, what would it feel like to have Cain’s cock buried in my ass. I hope I don’t have to wait too long to find out. Curious, her finger slid down between her ass crack and with amazing ease slipped inside of herself. Her sphincter closed hard around the invading finger, but it felt amazing.

“Your body is changing for pleasure,” Cain said, his voice thunderous in the empty room. “All your holes will be remade to serve. Do not worry, Nancy. I will fuck your mouth, your cunt, your tits, and your ass. We have eternity.”

Then start now, she thought, but a new sensation grabbed her attention. First came a strange prickling feeling rush down her body. As her hand came around to explore, she found her skin as smooth as rubber. All of her hair from the neck down had fallen away and disappeared into a wisp of dust. The quick change left her pussy fully exposed and the second feeling manifested there. Her clit was throbbing and with each throb it grew. The red bundle of nerves emerged from the hood of her lower lips, sticking out like a very small prick at the crest of her pussy lips. She brought her hand to it and gave it the lightest flick she could. Electric pleasure rocked her into a full orgasm, nearly driving her unconscious.

As she writhed on the ground, the pressure in her breasts shifted. Her nipples had grown larger and stuck out as hard brown nubs, perfect for giving milk. She struggled to stay upright as her body adjusted to the heights of pleasure, but suddenly Cain was beside her holding her steady. He didn’t seem as big as he had before and Nancy realized that she had indeed grown as he promised. Looking around, she realized the whole building looked smaller, giving her the same sensation she had when returning to a place she’d known only in her youth.

Cain’s strong hand ran along her flank, helping her to balance before giving her rump a hard swat. He groped around her thigh and pushed a finger into her sopping sex. The invading finger caused another peak in Nancy’s pleasure. His other hand moved underneath her and took hold of her nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. He squeezed and pulled hard. There was pain, but then an intense relief as her milk sprayed the ground beneath her. Cain moved his fingers inside of her while his pinky gave her engorged clit a light rub. The hand milking her went to the other nipple and the process repeated. Good girls get to feel good when they’re milked, Nancy thought. Cain gave her another hard swat on the rump and pointed at her stall.

My stall! The idea bounced around in her head with a dopey glee. Her thoughts weren’t as clear as they had been before as a mental fog wrapped around the sharper edges of her mind. Nancy welcomed it. She welcomed the quieting of worries and anxieties that had plagued her more than she ever realized. Only need to feel good. Get fucked. Cum inside me. Give milk. So much milk, from my big fat teats. Cain guided her forward onto the raised table. The weight of her new breasts had already started to take a toll on her. Good cows stay on all fours, Nancy reminded herself. Her breasts hung between the cut out slot of the table, but it was a tight fit and if she grew any more it might be uncomfortable. In response to her worry, Cain began to adjust a lever and the space opened a little more. The pressure remained, but at a much more comfortable level. Using the same device, Cain raised up her ass a little higher. Probably so it’s more comfy when he fucks me.

Cain brought the suction cups over from the rack and placed one over each of her nipples. He repeated the process of rubbing her cunt and flicking at her engorged clit to encourage her receptiveness. Not that Nancy needed encouraging, as soon as the milking machine turned on and her tits started to drain, she was convinced that she’d been finally transported to heaven. Cain’s hands massaged her rump, pulling her ass cheeks apart and smushing them back together as his cock pressed against her inner thigh. She wanted to turn and look at him, wanted to see the ecstasy on his face when he pushed inside of her with that monster sized phallus, but it was too comfortable to simply lie still.

The cock of her master slid against her sopping pussy. Cain repositioned his dick against her lips and gave a quick nudge, popping inside of her and causing her milk to stream even faster. Nancy felt herself opening up to accept her master’s gift, yet her pussy walls gripped every precious inch of the invading cock with glee. Cain’s hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her still as he started to thrust in and out of her pussy. His balls swung forward slapping against the wet lips and occasionally hitting the exposed clit. Each wet slap of his body against her rump caused a fresh gush of milk. Through her half delirium, she saw her milk coiling through the tubing, heading toward the vats. She knew it would change people just like it changed her.

Oh god, Emily! I have to warn her. I can’t let this happen to her! Cain’s thrusts punctuated her thoughts. She raised her head enough to move her mouth and tried to speak, “Emmmm…”

Cain gripped her tighter, his thumbs digging hard into her rump as his pace quickened.

I have to warn her. I have to tell her. “Emmmm!!!!”

Cain shoved himself in to the hilt. He curved his body against Nancy’s and his hand pushed between her legs, thumb rubbing against her clit as he pumped cum into her. Nancy’s mind seared with pleasure as she tried once again to say her daughter’s name as an ineffectual warning, “Emmmooooooooo. Mooo! Moooooooo!”

Cain kept himself buried in her sopping snatch, cum leaking out around his cock. “Cows don’t speak Nancy. They can only moo. And don’t worry. Emily will have her turn.”