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Smart Collar Part 4

The last week has been so blissful since you started your new Premium Producer role in earnest. The cycle of get up, pump, eat, pump, sleep, and repeat is easy and so pleasurable you've been on cloud nine constantly. You don't even bother with clothes anymore, your new body has blossomed beyond anything even remotely concealable with mere cloth. The only downside is that everything is harder. It's hard to get the pumps on, it's hard to move around your home, let alone cook. You've had to clear off countertops and tables of everything. You're sure you're not clumsier, but every time you're moving around you bump into things, sometimes really hard. Mysterious bruises appear on your legs and ass every day. You don't remember bumping into things that hard, you just feel a gentle nudge and suddenly whole pieces of furniture are pushed aside. You want to move somewhere with more space, but not even the wondrous app has a moving service. And there's certainly no way you can move by yourself, you can barely move from the couch without leaking over everything.

And that's another problem, you've hit the limit on pumps through the app. Just a couple days ago your biggest, most powerful pump wasn't enough to drain you after a full 10hours. Your production is way up, which you think is because of the super healthy meals you've been ordering through the app every day. They come hot and fresh to your door, and they taste so good and make you feel so good, warm and fuzzy and so so full. When you wake up in the mornings, your chest feels so much fuller than the day before, squeezing them doesn't help, pumping isn't enough, and you're getting desperate, even sleeping while you pump hasn't been enough.

And then suddenly, one day your phone beeps with a new message from the company.

"Producer Extraordinaire!" The tagline says. The message congratulates you on being in the top ten producers and only after a month of being a Premium Producer. That's when you think the app must be wrong, it'd been a week, maybe a week and a half, right? You're not sure, now though. Maybe it is correct? A month? But before you can bend your strangely sluggish brain to the task, a wave of need washes over you. Immediately you go the couch and struggle to attach the pumps, quickly forgetting about the message and certainly about how long you've been doing this for. Another couple days pass and the feeling of fullness is still building, every morning you're fuller and fuller, your chest still swelling almost as much as it did when you first started.

Today is a little different though, there's more than feeling full, you feel pent up too. Lying down on the couch, you reach for your favorite toy, the thick 12in dildo that never fails to satisfy you. As the pumps engage, you slip it inside, it's still not easy, but you're so turned on the it only takes a few tries to push it to the base, though even that's getting harder to manag. You can barely reach around your chest and even your belly is bigger too, not huge, but it gets in the way a bit. Those meals they give you are too tasty and too nutritious and you can feel the weight building in your thighs and, of course, your chest. Soon though, you get a good rhythm, working the thick toy in and out in time with the pumps, your mind drifts off to thoughts of that delivery boy and how much thicker and longer he felt than even your biggest toy. How he sucked and sucked on your tits and fucked you nearly senseless before disappearing. You haven't seen him since, and you've been craving his cock again. The thought of the wide head catching on your walls as he pulled out is enough to send you into an intense orgasm. Your body shakes as you climax. Your moans are so loud that they even hurt your own ears.

Once the orgasm subsides, you still can't help but feel unsatisfied. Your arms are so tired, you sit up and push the toy deep, your weight forcing it in and a better angle than you could, and soon you're grinding on it, the head wobbling back and forth inside you, not quite hitting the back. You bounce on it now, trying to get every last inch inside, but it's no use, even when you climax, it's not enough. Desperate for a release, you keep going even when the machine finally stops pulling on your nipples, and even that takes a while to register. More than anything, you're pulled away from your attempts to satisfy this incredible lust that you only stop when your belly begins to rumble.

Giving up, you stand, and go to find your phone, the toy almost comes with you, but slides out just before you shifting weight traps it inside. You wander through the house, looking for your phone for a while, even trying to squeeze into closets that won't contain your new self, making a mess in the process. It's not until you hear a chime from the living room that you realize it's been on the coffee table this whole time. Plopping down back into your spot, you're shocked to find that your dildo is pinned between your ass and the back of couch. It feels so small, despite being so large, and your hips begin to move on their own across the still slick surface of the toy. As you turn your attention to the phone, hips still gliding up and down, you select a meal to be delivered. There's a wide variety and it's hard to choose sometimes, at first it was just 5 or 6 but as you've produced more and more, options unlocked. Now there's maybe 20? 30? It's hard to keep track of since they don't all fit on the screen and some of them have similar names. But that's ok, they're all so tasty and help you feel so good. Picking one at random, you place the order and as you wait, reach for the pumps again. Replacing the already filled rack of jugs, you settle back onto the couch and the toy pokes against your ass as you do. It's not something you've tried in a long time, before your new job, but the urge to feel your toy stretching your ass is starting to become one you can't ignore.

Gently, and with some difficulty, you lean forward and position the head against your ass. It's still wet, so you aren't worried about lube, but the size of it still makes you nervous. Holding it firm you, you lower yourself down, ever so slowly, the tip begins to stretch you and it feels good. Way better than it did before, but it's still a lot. You can only get the first bit in for a while. The first set of jugs is halfway filled by the time you get the head all the way in. It feels so much different than fucking your pussy, and you're starting to really enjoy it. But it's hard work, there's so much to keep aloft that your legs are starting to shake, and with how large your ass and hips have gotten, this is probably the only way it'll work. Still, you lightly bounce up and down, getting used to the increasing girth as the toy slides a little deeper each time.

You're sure half of it is in now, it has to be, your legs are shaking so badly now. You want to check, but no matter what you do, your chest is in way, and looking only reveals a massive, jiggling wall of flesh as your legs weaken. You're sure you'll fall if you keep going, and decide to ease it out and stand. But just as the head is about to pop out, the door bell rings, startling you. Losing your balance, you fall back and the entire length of it slides in all at once. In the split second before it fully enters, you realize it was nowhere near half way inside. Your body slams down onto the couch, a mass of bouncing flesh and leaky breasts, the cups having popped off as you attempted to catch yourself. A long, loud moan escapes your lips as ecstasy floods your brain. Never before has your ass felt this good, this well suited to be fucked. And for a second your lust filled mind wars with what little reason remains. You must answer the door. It might be the delivery guy from last time, surely it is, but your other half demands to keep this pleasure going. After a minute of shaking and pondering, the two halves of your brain compromise. You stand, clenching to make sure the toy stays inside and walk to the door. Legs still shaking, both from exertion and pleasure, you hobble to the door, the toy pressing into your walls as you walk. a couple times you have to stop, the pleasure nearly overwhelming you, but finally, you open it, careless of your lack of clothing and milk dripping down your chest.

At the door is a bright, smiling young man.

He's not even a little shocked to see your state, but you do see a large bulge creeping down his pant leg before he hands you the food and walks away. You almost call after him, but the smell of the fresh food is intoxicating and your legs are going to give out soon. Nudging the door shut with your ample buttocks, you settle into a chair, bought on the app and built to handle your increased weight. You open the box and before you is another carefully crafted wrapped meal. This is no greasy take out, but a freshly made meal packed with nutrients to help keep you healthy and producing well. Seasonal veggies, a top quality piece of meat, fish, or whatever your heart desires, cooked to perfection and delivered with the utmost care to your door. At first, you felt silly and a little embarrassed having to need food brought to you, but as the days, and apparently weeks if the message is correct, the embarrassment faded along with your hesitation to answer the door stark naked and usually dripping milk. You were content in your home, producing milk and entertaining yourself however you want. But something kept popping up in the back of your mind, still, it must not be important if you can't remember it.

You finish the meal and clean up, and return to the couch, dropping onto it only to realize the toy is still inside you, somehow you forgot it was even there, despite how good it feels. And so, you reach for the pump and sit back and gently grind your hips back snd forth as the motors pick up speed, and soon enough an orgasm builds inside you and with a sudden burst of energy, you bounce up and down, your entire body shaking as you do, the sound of the pump is drowned out by the clapping of skin and the wet slick noises of your fingers furiously trying to push deeper into your dripping pussy. In a flurry of movement, you grab the older, smaller toy and drive it into your dripping cunt. Soon, you can feel it break over you like a wave, clenching down on the toys, it lasts a long time, and by the end of it, you feel more satisfied than you have in a while. Your body spasming as the climax fades, you pass out, toys still buried inside you. Not until hours later do you wake up and see the mess you've made. Milk and slick are everywhere, at some point one of the cups slipped off before the jug was full and that tit kept leaking, making a puddle that's still present. The jug is only about half full, and in a sudden burst of lust, you break open the seal and drink it in great gulps. It's sweeter than you remember, and the taste is too good to not drink the rest. With reckless abandon you gulp it down, milk running down your cheeks and onto your chest and thighs. By the time you're done, your belly is swollen with milk and you feel so full, but so good. The flavor lingers on your tongue as you begin to clean up. Standing, you extract the enormous toy first, still amazed you took it and even more so you slept with it inside you, and then the smaller one. Still, your body doesn't feel sore or abused. It's a miracle, you think, as you tidy up the living room for the next pumping session.

A couple days pass and you've added playing with your ass to the routine, sometimes using two toys at once, filling whatever hole or holes strikes your fancy. But after a while, even that gets a little tiresome, you want something more, but don't know what. It's these thoughts that are interrupted when a knock at the door comes. You lazily call out that it's open, which is true, you've never felt safer than as a Premium Producer, the app says so. They provide security 24/7 for their top producers. The door opens, and a woman walks in. Her chest is huge, not nearly as big as your's probably is, but still enormous, and pants look ready to come apart at the seams she's got so much ass stuffed into them.

She smiles at you and waves, you wave back. She sits down across from you on the couch, and introducers herself. You don't remember her name, but it's pretty, she talks to you about being a top producer and what that means. She talks about your house and how well you've grown since you started, and a lot of other things that you don't really understand. But when she offers you her hand, you accept it, and with surprising strength she helps lift you from the couch. She smiles and motions for you to walk with her. She walks to the door and you see a limo parked on the curb, she smiles and walks over to it, opening the door. You squeeze through your too tiny door way and follow her. The neighbors probably saw you, maybe some passing cars but you don't mind. As you near the car, you realize just how large it actually is. The door is purpose built for people like you, and the beautiful woman smiles and gestures you inside. Climbing in, you sit in the very back. The seat is soft and warm, but slick at the same time. The windows are actually screens displaying the outside world, and when she climbs in after you and shits the door, the entire outside world is muted, even when the vehicle starts to move you can only tell by the pressure gently pushing into the welcoming seat. The woman is speaking again, she offers some water which you absentmindedly take, sipping at it. The bottle is actual glass. She then slides her hands to a control panel and presses a single button. Small doors slide back from the walls and she pulls out two cups, much larger than yours and offers to attach them for you. You nod dumbly, still in shock, and she scoots forward, one hand on the cup and the other presses against your skin, it's warm and feels good. You close your eyes and wait for the cool plastic of the cup to slide over your nipple, but what you feel causes your eyes to dart open. Her warm, soft hand is gently twirling circles around your left nipple. You watch as it slowly hardens and puffs up until it's the size of your thumb. They've never done that before, and you've never been this turned on before. She slides the cup over your excited nipple and moves onto the right. The same thing happens, and by the time the cup is in place, you can feel your thighs are soaked and it's slowly spilling over the edge of the seat.

Next, she attached two thick hoses to the cups, the force they require to link to the cup is enough to spray milk in every direction, but she doesn't seem to care. In fact, a nimble tongue glides across her lips catching several streaks of milk. Your brain is overheating at this point, the lithe movements and obvious beauty are too much, and even before she moves to place the second hose you're hands are between your thighs, swirling your clit and driving fingers in and out. Your shaking doesn't deter her though and her well practiced hands secure the hose and she leans back, pressing another button. And with a sudden, but incredibly soft noise, like the sound of spring snow melting and falling from the branch of a tree, the pumps spring to life. The sound is constant, and present, but each thrum fades as quickly as it came. Her fingers move to a dial, and she asks if you want more, you nod furiously and you hear the wheel click twice. The force on your nipples is incredible and you let out an outstanding amount of noise, but somehow it isn't overwhelming. It seems to strike the car's walls and fade away. Though soon you can't even notice that. You watch as this beautiful, graceful woman stands, unzips her pants and reveal that her ass was not the only thing stretching her seams to the limit. As her dexterous hands reach between her legs, she untucks a truly massive cock. Easily half the size of your biggest toy and it's still soft. A hand slides down to it, and grasps it. The finger barely touch, and she begins to stroke. It rises quickly, and soon she stands before you, stroking her enormous erection. It's big, but not nearly as big as you thought. The disappointment must have shown on your face because she drops her hand away and you watch as it twitches and pulses, each heartbeat forcing more blood into her member. It grows a couple inches longer and as her hand wraps back around it, the tips don't meet anymore. It's certainly larger than before, but you can't help but compare it to the delivery guy from so long ago. And once again she senses your lust, but her hands stay firmly in place this time, and you watch in rapt amazement as it begins to swell again. Her other hand grips it just above the other and several inches are still left uncovered. Before you can stop yourself, you feel words leave your lips, "please. I need more." She smiles and once again the head bobs up and down until you're sure she's as big as he was. She has to be, right? Maybe you should ask for more, and without thinking anything else, you do. Her smile is devious now, she knows what you want and this time her cock pulses for longer than before. Finally, she lets out a single ragged breath and you gawk at the thing in front of you. Her hands don't cover even half of it now, and the thickness is incredible. You're amazed and only the smallest part of your lust soaked brain asks how it's possible, but soon enough the cock is thrust into your face and you happily open your mouth to accept the glistening head. She's gentle, at first, letting you get used to the size of it, letting you swirl your tongue on the swollen glans, it's not until you attempt to take the entire head into your mouth at once does she fully understand what she's dealing with. Soon, you feel hands grip your head like a steel vice, and you look up with concern in your eyes. Her smile is downright evil now, as she brings her feet up on the seat and presses your head into the back of the seat. Her incredible flexibility and shocking size of the vehicle mean she can straddle your entire torso with her legs and force every last inch down your throat. That's when you're sure she's much larger than the delivery boy was. The way she stretches your throat, how deep you can feel it reach, and the weight of her balls on your chest. Everything is enough to send you over the edge. Your body shakes from her thrusting and from the orgasms ripping through you every few minutes. She relentlessly uses your throat until spit and cum are dripping down her legs and your chest.

When she finally pulls out, her cock is red and throbbing even more than it was before. You're almost sure she maked it grow again, but you can't tell before she grabs your legs and drags you off the seat. Folding them up to your chest, she somehow manages to squeeze your tits between them without even disturbing the pumps. And it's from that position that she rams herself into your soaked cunt. The girth is fantastic and you can't help but clench down on her, slowing her forward movement. You can feel every inch slide into you now, every vein pulsing, the head flaring with each heartbeat. When you finally feel her balls hit your ass, she's deeper than anyone has ever been, deeper than you thought anyone could take.

Her pace is matched only by the force she uses, and both are incredible. With your legs folded up, you can feel her head grinding against your walls, the tip is so thick it clings and drags against them, every couple of thrusts causes you to squirt, the liquid mixing with your sweats and the small amount of milk leaking from the cups. And that when she reaches a single had up to the controls. You can almost feel the little wheel click, once, twice, three times and then suddenly, she pushes it to the max and the cups latched onto your tits are in overdriving. The new pressure forces another incredible orgasm out of you, and you clench down and wrap your legs around her ample hips as best you can. She grins that sinister grin and you feel it swell one last time, pushing just a little deeper before her thrusting begins again. It's not long though, with your tightness and sensitivity increasing with each passing second, she cums soon, but not quickly. You feel her enormous balls contracting against your ass over and over again as she dumps immeasurable amounts of her seed into you. Not a single drop spills now, and you watch as the second turn to minutes and your belly expands in spurts, in time with the contracting of her balls. For nearly ten minutes she grinds her throbbing head into you, as more and more is poured in.

When the deluge finally slows, she extracts herself and towers above you. You half expect to feel her cum sliding out of you, but you've tightened so much nothing escapes.

She catches her breath quickly and squats over your belly, sliding her still wet, but rapidly softening, cock between your tits and pushes them together. Her hips start thrusting slowly at first, and then as you feel it move and stiffen, she picks up speed a bit. Soon, the head is popping in and out from between your engorged breasts, and with frightening suddenness, she's once again forced it down your throat and lays her entire weight against your face. The floor is mercifully soft, but her thrusting isn't. And once again it's not long before her cock erupts, though for not as long. Still, you struggle to gulp down her gargantuan load , but really have no choice. When she finally finishes, your belly is even more bloated than before, but you're finally satisfied. Even your chest feels lighter and capable of producing even more. One final act of sadism, she hauls you to your knees and flops into a seat, dragging you over by the hair and forcing your head between her legs. You get the message, clean her up. And so you do, until your tongue gets too stimulating and she forces it down your throat again, filling you again and again until you feel more bloated than even your largest meal. You can tell she's about to do it again, when a chine sounds and the car comes to a halt. She stands, smiles at you and tucks her quickly shrinking cock back into her somehow still immaculately clean pants. The model of professionalism once again, she opens the door and ushers you into a grand building.

It's warm inside, and smells of freshly baked goods for some reason. You try your best to keep up, but it's hard with such a swollen belly sloshing from side to side. She snaps her fingers and from somewhere behind a gleaming oak reception desk, two attendants appear and briskly walk over to you. They extend their hands and gently grab your arms, helping to steady and guide you. Soon, you're keeping pace with her again and she leads you through a long series of hallways, all richly decorated and colorful, soft carpet beneath your feet, warm against your naked skin, and the firm, but wonderful feeling of the hands helping to guide you all fill you with a deep sense of relaxation, and by the time you come to a stop, your mind is working far better than it has in a long time.

Bedivere, that's her name you remember, opens a large and beautifully carved wood door, into a spacious and blazingly warm room. Steam washes past you and out the open door and you see before you numerous baths and large, open shower stalls, massage tables, comfortable looking chairs and stools, mirrors somehow kept free of fog, and most importantly perhaps two dozen women who all look like you. Their breasts and hips are an incredible sight to behold, and while most of them are relaxing in the baths, there are several you can see who have removed themselves into corners and cozier areas, where they lay on soft, but somehow waterproof cushions, where their hands and mouths explore each other's bodies. Soft moans can be heard, but the general babble of voices and the rush of water drowns it out.

A few turn toward you, and one, approaches Bediever, speaking to her in words you can't quite hear. As they finish speaking, she and the attendants depart, and the new woman approaches you. Now that's she's closer you can see just how beautiful she is. Long, dark hair the color of rich soil reaches down to her ample hips, her eyes are hazel with flecks of gold, and her skin is the color and sheen of melted chocolate. Her chest is easily larger than yours, and sits up higher too, but instead of ending it large, hard nipples like yours, her's end it soft, rather puffy, inverted ones, a color of pink that stands out starkly with her dark skin. Her hips sway and shake with each step she takes, and she moves with grace and purpose you find incredible.

She lets you stare for a while with a grin on her face, before she extend a hand and guides you to a shower stall, squeezing in next to you. Despite the large size of the stall, you two barely fit with considerable portions pressed against each other and the walls. Thats when the scent of her hits you, an intoxicating aroma of flora and earthiness fills your nose, combined with the heat from her body and the softness of her skin, you start to get a little weak in the knees, and your mind starts to wander. Thankfully, you snap out of it in time to hear her explanation of some of the more unique features, but pressing against her is still way too stimulating. Her breasts sit just above your own, her belly isn't flat by any means, but compared to your own still swollen one, it seems small, and yours presses so firmly against it that every breath you take squeezes just a little bit of Bediever's seed from your still clenched pussy. When she finally finishes speaking, you're almost drooling from the sensation around you.

She giggles and steps outside the stall, you let out a little moan as her skins brushes against yours and you shiver despite the warmth of the room. Pressing a couple external buttons, warm water starts to pour down your back, and soon your mind returns to the task at hand. You've still got dried fluids all over your legs and chest, sweat drenched nearly every inch of your body, and the quickly warming water feels incredible. With the other woman out of the stall, it's actually very easy to move around and has a variety of brushes and such to help you clean. When you're finally done washing, the dark haired woman returns, smiling at you. Taking you by the hand, she leads you to a room off a side corridor. The air is cooler, but not cold. Though, with your body still drinking wet you can't help that your nipples are stiff and contracted to, relatively, tiny points.

The room she leads you into is large, tiled, and much warmer than the corridor. There are large, padded benches along the walls and a large drain in the center. She guides you in, and sits down, her thighs spreading enticingly on the seat. She beckons you over and pats on her legs. A little embarrassed, you shuffle over and she suddenly grabs you, spins you around and pulls you down into her lap. While she's not much taller than you, you feel so small as her hands reach around and embrace you. Once again, her scent hangs in the area around you like a miasma, relaxing you even further than the shower did. Feeling her chest and legs pressed against excited you though, and you fidget a bit has her hands slowly move over your body. When they finally settle on your full belly, you can feel the smile stretch across her face. She rubs it, in soft, smooth circles and you start to melt into her lap. It's so comforting, you don't even react when one of her hands, somehow, finds its way under your belly and between your thighs. Only a small moan escapes, as she spreads your lips and dips a finger inside. It slides in with ease and well practiced grace, and you instinctively reach up to your chest and squeeze it while her other hand still explores your belly. Soon, she slides in another finger and you let out another quiet moan. Working them in and out a few times, she then spreads them apart and you feel something dribble out of you and patter on the floor. It's just a trickle, at first, but she starts pressing down on your belly and in response, more Bediever's seed slips out of you. She works like this for a long time, massaging and pressing down, taking breaks to switch hands or to simply play with you for a bit. By the time she stops, your belly is noticeably smaller. All that remains inside you now is what was so forcefully pumped down your throat, though just thinking about it gets you excited.

She plays with you for a while longer, sometimes playing with your nipples, squeezing gouts of milk from you, sometimes just making slow circles around your clit. You can't remember how many times you climax, but by the time she lifts you off her lap, your knees barely hold you and she has to once again, support you as you leave the room. Washing once again, and in a much larger stall with room for two people, you can't help but stand there in the rushing water and admire her beauty. And it's under this attentive gaze, that you watch in delight as her striking pink nipples slowly emerge from their folds and slowly expand outwards until they formed puffy, almost disc shapes, easily the size of a normal pair of breasts. She smiles shyly at you, and turns her back to you. Disappointment washes over you, until she quietly asks if you'd be so kind to wash her back. And it's with glee that you grab a bar of soap and a cloth and begin to diligently clean her back. Being so close to her again is making you excited, and doubly so when she suddenly leans forward and presses herself against the glass wall, sticking her butt out and giving you a pleading look. And once again with a flutter in your breast, you attend to her. Unsure of how far to go, you mostly do your job of washing, until your hand bumps into one of her's as she rather furiously rubs her clit, causing her entire body to shake and jiggle in front of you. From then on, you abandon the cloth and using generously soapy fingers, you gently insert one into her ass. She lets out a low, long moan and you move it around, and with the other hand, you slide to forward and dip two fingers into her welcoming and already dripping cunt. It's not long before she starts rocking back onto your fingers, and even quicker than that she asks for more. So, you slide another finger into each, and pick up speed. Within seconds she's moaning loudly and trying her best to stay standing. You feel her start to clench around your fingers and push them as deep as they'll go which unleashes more loud, panting moans from her. As her trembling orgasm subsides, you start to slide your fingers out, but she stops you with her gentle words, and by squeezing down on them. And so you start again, inserting another finger into her pussy, and when that doesn't seem to be enough, you slide your entire thumb in. And with a sudden jerk backwards, she forces herself down, and thrusting your hand in past the wrist. But still it's not enough for her, and she begs you for more. And so your fist slides in another few inches, and again, she asks for more. When she finally stops begging, nearly your entire arm up to your elbow is inside her. Pumping it back and forth inside elicits wild moans from her, loud enough to escape the shower stall and draw the attention of several others in the bath, some of who just smile and go back to their own relaxation, and some watch intently playing with themselves or watching along with their current partners.

However, this only proves to be enough for about ten minutes, when she once again begs for more. Already shocked that she can fit an entire forearm inside her without hitting the back, you push deeper, past the elbow and finally feel an immoveable wall. And yet she still wants more. With understanding dawning, you slide one, two, three more fingers into her ass, and push your fist deep inside. And almost at the exact instant you slip your wrist insider her remarkably pliant ass, she orgasms again. This one a shuddering, shaking thing that threatens to drop her entire body weight onto you. But thankfully, she manages to stay upright, but only just barely, and in no small part to the fact you support her by pressing against her cervix as she tried to collapse.

With the rush of pleasure dying down, you slowly extract your arms, somewhat fearing to see what you find, but are relieved to see no unwanted fluids on you. As she recovers, you wash up, and set the stall to order again. She sits on the floor now, utterly spent but smiling broadly. It's your turn to help her up now, and she directly you over to one of the large bathes. Easing first her, then yourself in, she leans against you and thanks you for being to thorough. She playfully kisses at your cheek then leans her head back. With her eyes closed and in a half asleep voice, she introduces herself as Angelica, or Gel for some folks around the farm. When you ask what she means by "farm", she opens her gold speckled eyes at you questioningly, then lets out a small laugh. "A lot of people are that way when they're first invited. Too blissed out and milk or cock drunk to really remember anything or even notice all the changes to their body", she says. She stands, and walks over to a wall mounted mirror, and calls you over. The person you see reflected back is not the same one you remember from your home. It looks completely different in fact, even your hair is a different texture and your frame has changed, not just the weight of your enormous chest. What you thought was just a little weight gain because you didn't move much after you started, is actually much greater than you thought. Your skin is taut, but fat fills in many features around your face, belly, arms, and legs. You understand now why fitting into clothes was so hard, you've easily gained 50lbs, not including the massive things that sit on your chest. They're beyond belief, how you ever got the cups attached is a mystery as you can barely reach your nipples with the tips of your fingers. And your hips are so much wider, even without the extra fat, your very bones have changed. And while you're shocked, you can't help but admire your body, spinning to see your ass and fully realizing just what you've become.

Turning to Gel, you look at her chest and realize that perception was wrong too, her chest is smaller than yours, by a considerable amount. Looking around, you see most of the people in the spa are smaller than you. And you can't help but enjoy knowing that. Angelica smiles and takes you back to the bath again, sitting you down and explaining everything you missed from Bediever's visit. She tells you that this is a facility for the Premium Producers, set up entirely to take care of them, to ensure their every need is met. Delicious food, luxurious bedrooms, entertainment, companionship, and of course the facilities to relieve their milking needs. She explains that no one is kept against their will, and that several people have left the Farm, as they call it, and continue to produce from the comfort of their own homes, some even living normal lives. However, most choose to stay on the Farm, but still regularly visit friends, family, go shopping in town, normal things. She assures you no one will ever force you to stay or do anything you don't want to. You'll be encouraged to be milked, and while there are quotas set for each person, they're very reasonable and are almost always completed in only a couple milking sessions. "Most folks", she says, "are perfectly happy to provide a lot more than quota for the chance to live here. Not to mention it feels amazing".

It's as she wraps up this explanation that you see another person approaching the bath. Tall, fit, with lean muscles and a chest not even a third the size of yours with dark brown areola that cover a good portion of her perky breasts. Her skin is pale, but not sickly, she obviously spends a great deal of time at the gym, rather than running outside. She smiles at you, and as she drops the towel wrapped around her waist, you gasp. Hanging between her legs is one of the longest flaccid cocks you've ever seen. It easily reaches her knees, and you can't help but gawk as she lowers herself into the bath, her impressive member disappearing into the mineral rich water. Gel rolls her eyes and explains that not everyone here is a "holstein", a milk producer. Some choose to be entertainers and companions for the producers. The woman with the enormous cock laughs, and introducers herself as Jennifer, who leans in close and cups each of your breasts in a firm hand, before Gel shoos her away. You're sad to see her move away, but Gel starts explaining more about the Farm, and how all the names they give producers, companions, and staff are all terms made up by the residents, rather than the company, as well as other things. But soon enough, your eye catches movement from Jennifer's side of the tub, and you can feel her gaze on your chest. You cast furtive glances at her, and between nodding and trying to listen to Gel's explanations, you watch as Jennifer strokes herself just below the cloudy surface. It's not long before Angelica notices your distraction and glowers at Jennifer, who returns it with a smirk. Gel rolls her eyes and slides over, making room for the rapidly advancing Jennifer, who stands up and proudly displays her erection. It sways and bobs as she saunters over, and with a wink at Gel, grabs both your tits and presses them together before sliding her thick cock between them and letting out a long groan. Her sudden movement startles you a bit, but seeing the pleasure spreading across her face as she slowly pumps her cock in and out relaxes you in ways you didn't even know possible. As if this is something perfectly natural, that what Jennifer is doing is one of the things you were made for, and you can feel yourself getting hotter, even in the already warm water.

It's not long before you start to hear a wet slicking sound as Jennifer starts to smear precum between your tits, lubing them up for rougher treatment. And you can see strings of it clinging to your chest every time the head pops up between them. Thats when you feel a hand on the back of your head, it's Gel's. She guides your head forward and opens your mouth, using the other hand to grip Jennifer's cock and steady it for you. The slick head enters your mouth and stretches your jaw, but the taste of her precum is all you can think about. It's unnaturally sweet and tastes like fruit, and is such a shock you almost pull away, except for Gel holding your head firmly in place, both hands keep you in perfect position. You thought she was annoyed or angry with Jennifer at first, but now you think she was just jealous to not have such a capable toy all to herself. However, soon enough Gel is behind you, her legs locking your head in place, and squeezing your chest even tighter. Her chest rests heavily against your bent neck, and you can feel the breathing coming in ragged gasps as she uses her now freed hands to pleasure herself while watching Jennifer toy with your chest and mouth. Thats when two of Jennifer's other friends slide over and latch onto your nipples, both sucking wildly and grinding what you assume is their cocks against any amount of skin they can reach. With all this stimulation, your mind quickly gives into the pleasure, and your hands slide past all the grinding flesh and down between your thighs. Not nearly as satisfying as having it stuff with cock, it's still enough to make you climax several times before the movement around you reaches a peak and you feel four people cumming at nearly the same instant.

Gel's legs clench around your neck so tightly, it starts cutting off blood flow, and your head starts going fuzzy, and as this happens the two suckling and grinding against you cum, thick spurts of cum shooting through the hot water and floating to the surface to form small puddles before being broken up by Jennifer's thrashing. Her cock is pumping in and out so quickly and forcefully, if it weren't for her hands and Gel's legs your head would be swaying back and forth dangerously. But as it stands, Jennifer's insatiable need to fuck your tits is so overwhelming that she's barely even pulling back now, her head sliding just inside the warm embrace of your chest, and your welcoming, if sore, mouth and throat. When she finally climaxes, a torrent is unleashed. Some staying between your tits, much of it being pumped down your throat, and not a small amount sprayed wildly across your face, chest, and Gel's thighs. Jennifer's orgasm lasts a long time, but you barely notice as the blood flow is still constricted. But as everyone settles back down, and the thrusting, grinding, and sucking stops, Gel releases her legs and blood rushes back to your brain.

The five of you break apart and the four active ones flop onto whatever surface is available. Still recovering from such a sudden intrusion, it takes you a bit longer to come back to your senses, but when you do, three of them are busily cleaning and Gel is reaching down with a towel to wipe your face. She smiles, the exhaustion is evident, but she seems so genuinely pleased. And you find you are too, despite the rough treatment. That's when you lean in and kiss her, forcefully. Pressing your tongue into her mouth, and she welcomes you with a little gasp of shock and pleasure. It doesn't last long, only a few seconds, but she smiles as

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