by Izzy Slam
“Yes, Josie. At our clinic, we have a small selection of dildo machines. The dildos contain a syringe with the hormone, and once you orgasm, it releases the hormone inside your vagina. It really is very simple, I promise.”
A dildo machine? I’d heard of dildos, but this was …?
“Oh, I thought I heard you say someone would mount me.” I laughed nervously, but Vanna held her poker face.
“I did. That’s the other option. We have hundreds of bulls on staff, Josie. And believe it or not, a lot of our hucows request a bull right out of the gate, no pun intended. Sexual intercourse is actually a more reliable method of getting the hormone.”
Now things were taking a weird turn, but regardless, my insides stirred, an odd feeling of warmth and tightness building in my core. “Excuse me. Did you say … a bull?”
There was no way I heard that right.
But Vanna nodded, confirming my worst fear. Bestiality. Not my thing. I didn’t know what my thing was, but it definitely was not that.
“I did say bull. But in this case, we aren’t talking four-legged creatures. We’re talking big, beefy men—all studded up with the hormone that has a different effect on their bodies. Instead of making them produce milk, it causes them to become incredibly strong, virile, and a perfectly reliable transport for the medicine as it travels through their semen.”
My jaw dropped as she continued, pulling off her glasses and leaning forward in her seat. “Here’s the thing. If you’re uncomfortable with using a bull, you can opt for the dildo machine. But our studies have shown, time and time again, Josie, that hucows who opt for a bull are much happier, produce more milk, and tend to stay employed with us much longer.”
I squirmed in my seat, feeling those urges between my legs again. I had never been with a man before, so everything she was describing was so different from my concept of … making love.
“Well, I definitely want to be happy. But I think I’ll probably be that small percentage that uses a machine. I mean, if I were to be offered a position here.”
Vanna slipped her glasses back on, a satisfied look spreading across her face. “I completely understand. Does that mean you want the job?”
Did I? Was I ready to spread my legs for a machine? The first time may be a little awkward, but I wasn’t a prude or anything. And I definitely needed the money if I wanted to attend college. “Yes. I’d be thrilled to work here.”
“Then welcome to Udder Delights, Josie.”
***
My next big challenge would be hiding my job from my stepdad. I was expected to report to work at eight o’clock the next morning, which meant I had to come up with something before he got home from his job. He worked as a salesman for a print company, traveling around the city to different businesses selling pamphlets and leaflets that promoted their services.
I never got to see his place of business or meet any of his co-workers since he was pretty independent. And I needed to come up with something equally secretive. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about him asking to visit me at work. Maybe I could tell him I also landed a sales job. Pharmaceutical reps didn’t have an office, did they? Yes! It would be the perfect lie.
And that’s just what I did. I made us a celebratory dinner, announcing my good news while we ate. He was thrilled that I was following in his footsteps, giving me a big, bearlike hug and telling me how much money I was going to make.
“You’re so good with people, I just know you’ll excel at sales.”
“Thank you, daddy. I’m really excited about starting. Gotta be in early, though, so I’ll call it a night.”
He kissed me on the cheek before disappearing. I was really lucky to have him in my life, though there were times I wished I had two parents. My mom had married him when I was just starting middle school. But she ended up leaving us not long after. Too restless of a soul, I guess. It had hurt, and my stepdad even sent me to therapy over it. I didn’t hold a grudge anymore, ultimately deciding that being bitter about it would only hurt myself.
So, my stepdad Roger had finished raising me. He also had a twin brother who helped out from time to time when I was younger. It had been tough at times, but he was loving and strong. I wanted him to meet someone he could be happy with, and honestly, I wanted someone just like him. He was nearing forty, was strong as an ox and had energy coming out of his ears. Women were always checking him out in public. But he remained single so he could focus on being a parent. Now that I was eighteen years old and had a job, maybe he could focus on himself a little and meet a nice woman.
The next morning, I was so nervous. Vanna met with me right away, going over my schedule for the week and assuring me I would have privacy for my first “injection.”
“There’s no need for you to feel self-conscious,” she said, leading me to a room not much bigger than a utility closet. “As you can see, you’ve got access to a variety of magazines and videos, if that’s your thing. The door locks as well. Take your time, and the minute you receive your first dose, you’ll need to lie still for thirty minutes to allow the hormone to absorb.”
I scanned the room, taking everything in, and Vanna spent the next few minutes showing me how the machine works. It all looked relatively simple. “You can lie on your back and put your feet here, allowing the dildo to pump you missionary style. Or, if you prefer it from behind, simply flip this switch to raise the machine slightly, and you can get on all fours on the bed.”
I had no idea what position I would like. I wasn’t even sure why it mattered. Nevertheless, my new boss wished me luck then left me alone so I could “get to work.”
I’d never had any interest in watching porn, so I didn’t bother with the computer. It all seemed rather mechanical to me. I wasn’t even sure I could have an orgasm with a machine. But apparently you could. I mean, they wouldn’t be doing it this way if you couldn’t, right? I had to admit, it did all seem a bit intimidating. But orgasms were supposed to feel good. I was sure I’d adjust and become an expert in no time. And if things went as described, my boobs would be leaking milk by tomorrow, and I could start making money.
I got undressed from the waist down and lay across the table. I then squirted plenty of lube on the long, cylindrical object that supposedly mimicked a penis. I’d only seen a few pictures of the male anatomy, but the hot pink dildo itself looked quite different.
I scooted down a little bit, turned the machine on the lowest setting, forcing the penis to move back and forth only several inches. That was all I wanted. I mean, I was letting a machine pop my cherry, and I expected there to be some discomfort. But the little bit of research I did last night indicated that most girls’ hymens are not even intact by the time they reach their later teenage years.
I spread my legs wide and watched the tip disappear inside of me, a little at a time. It didn’t feel particularly pleasurable, but it also didn’t hurt. There was just a mild stretching sensation. I liked the fact that the dildo was nice and warm, and it helped me relax. After plucking the corded controller off the side of the machine, I could now lie down and enjoy the ride with complete control right at my fingertips.
I gradually turned up the speed and depth of the pumping action, feeling the fullness build inside of me as it went deeper and deeper. When I looked down and saw that it was fully buried in my pussy, this wave of relief washed over me. It didn’t hurt!
At that point, I increased the speed of the machine, thinking it would help me reach my climax. But I just found that it was lacking … something. This was what women went nuts over?
I wiggled my hips down further and tried bucking up to the machine. But that didn’t seem to do much. It was when I looked at the controller once more and saw a setting I hadn’t seen before that I became curious.
A small icon showing an arm reaching out from the top of the dildo made me wonder what would happen if I pushed that button. So I did. Suddenly, the movement ceased, the dildo grew warmer, and it began to vibrate inside of me.
> “Oh!” I cried out, surprised at how good it felt. A low hum came from the machine, and when I glanced down this time, I saw a small probe extending from the base of the dildo, landing right on top of my clitoris.
The sensation was immediate, intense, and toe curling. The small rubber tip lightly brushed my sensitive bud in a sweeping back and forth motion as the dildo vibrated inside of me.
“Oh god,” I groaned, falling back on the table and reaching under my shirt. My nipples were turning into pebbles as a tightness developed in my lower belly.
I rolled my head from side to side, pleasure washing over me in waves as my vagina was forced into feeling things it had never felt before. My god, this was heaven. The vibrations and pulsations inside my walls had me tighten all over, my tiny little clit feeling like it was being licked like a piece of candy, and by a machine of all things!
“Oooh yeah,” I purred, finding myself feeling sexy, tingly, and hot all over.
When I was on the verge of having my first orgasm ever, I had the sudden urge to pinch my nipples. When I did, my body shook uncontrollably as I came. My clit seemed to be jerking as hard as my body was, and my vagina was contracting over and over, when suddenly a burst of warm fluid filled me, sending ripples of sheer ecstasy all through me.
My orgasm seemed to last forever, especially with the arm still “licking” my clitoris. And as much as I wanted to lie here and maybe go for a second orgasm—because the way I felt, it seemed like a real possibility—I remembered what Vanna said about lying still for thirty minutes. Regretfully, I turned off the machine, and the dildo slid out of my vagina. I pushed myself back and laid as still as I could for the next thirty minutes.
To kill time, I browsed through the magazine, finding myself admiring the models’ sexy bodies and the way they seemed to enjoy pleasuring the men with their mouths. I don’t know why, but it was turning me on to no end. I wanted to be like them, to lick and suck the men and have them shoot white liquid in my mouth, right on the tip of my tongue.
I’d never had these thoughts before, but I wanted so badly to touch myself. Or better yet, let the machine fuck me again so I could have another release. But it would have to wait. I tossed the magazine aside, deciding that it was making me more sexually frustrated. And once the thirty minutes had passed, I sat on the toilet and let the remaining liquid be expelled as I used the bathroom.
Vanna let me go home afterwards, letting me know what to expect: overnight breast expansion, increased libido, and possible milk production.
“You are to report here at the same time tomorrow, but sooner if your udders begin to leak. I’ll be here at six o’clock.”
It was so strange to me that they called breasts “udders” but I suppose that’s what they were when it came down to it. “Bulls” and “hucows” were seen walking the halls as she walked me to the elevators.
“By the way, how did everything go with the machine? Did you like it?”
She flashed me a knowing smile, and I could feel my face heat. “Actually, I did. I was surprised.”
“We have the best of the best, and that little clit stimulator makes it all worth it, doesn’t it?”
Vanna reached over and touched my arm, heightening my sexual awareness. I couldn’t help but glance at her large chest, wondering what her udders looked like.
“Would you like to see them?” she asked, as if reading my mind.
“Um, sure,” I answered, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting to sound overly eager.
She waved at a man standing several feet away, chatting with some of his colleagues. He came over right away, an eager look on his face. “Yes, Vanna? What can I do for you?”
God, he was attractive. Tall, young, dark hair, muscular, and exuding masculinity.
“Josie, this is Tom, one of our most popular bulls.” He winked at me, and I sank my teeth into my lower lip. “Josie here is our newest employee. It’s her first day, and she would like to see what she has to look forward to in the next day. Would you show her?”
“Of course. It would be my pleasure.”
He reached up to her blouse and popped the buttons loose, one by one, until her breasts spilled out. My jaw slowly dropped open as I took them in. They were beautiful. Big and round as honeydews, and the nipples were a sexy dark red color. My pussy started to ache as Tom lightly toyed with her nipples.
“Would you like to touch them?”
I nodded absentmindedly as I wrapped my fingers around them, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her tissue. “Do they hurt?”
“Not at all,” she answered. “Tom, why don’t you show Josie what keeps you bulls coming back for more.”
I stood there in awe as Tom bent over and swirled his tongue over her bud, swirling and swirling before finally flicking it in a rapid motion, forcing it to ooze beads of white from the bumpy surface.
“Oh wow.”
“That’s right, darling. I make cream, too. It’s just one of the many perks of working here.”
“Fuck, you’re delicious, Vanna. I could suck your teats all day.”
Smiling, Vanna lifted his chin then planted a kiss on his lips. “Wait for me in my office, and you can have some more.”
Tom looked pretty happy at her announcement, and I think he had a little spring in his step as he walked away. She buttoned up her shirt and turned back to me. “I like to give my bulls treats now and then. The hormones they ingest make them insatiable, and about a third of them love to sample the goods.”
I could relate. I wondered if my first injection was already working because at that moment, I felt like I needed to slip away to the restroom and masturbate—something I had never done or wanted to do.
When the elevator door opened, I stepped inside. Vanna held her arm in front of the door. “I’ll be sure to reserve your fucking machine tomorrow morning. Unless you change your mind about riding a bull.”
She backed away, giving me a wink as the doors closed.
Fucking machine? That seemed like an awfully crude word for an inanimate object. But as the elevator sank to the ground floor, I found myself chanting the word over and over inside my head.
Fucking … fucking … fucking ….
***
Daddy had messaged me, explaining that he had to work late and wouldn’t be home until after ten. I spent the evening trying desperately to resist the urge to touch myself. But at the dinner table, I felt my nipples and vagina tingling, and ended up caving. I pulled the crotch of my panties between my slit and wiggled my rear end on the wooden surface of my chair until the material caught my clit.
“Oooooh,” I gasped, feeling these warm, electrical sensations shoot through my breasts. I rubbed my bottom on the seat faster, and my panties pinched around my clit, forcing me to have an orgasm right there.
God, it felt so good. I believed that maybe it would bring me some relief. But it didn’t. While eating my salad, I just got more and more angsty. And before I knew it, I was dry humping the chair and bursting into orgasm over and over.
I finally reached the point of exhaustion and cleaned up before taking a shower. My breasts were already starting to enlarge, and as I ran my hands over them, I noticed my nipples, not yet teats, were extremely sensitive. I didn’t see any milk yet, but the way they were feeling, I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up to white fluid oozing from my buds, the same way Vanna’s had been doing.
In the shower, I lost control again and held the shower head to my little clit and had to hold onto the tiled wall for balance when I came.
While trying to fall asleep that night, I was fidgety and the throb between my legs was almost unbearable. When I heard a knock on my bedroom door, I was so happy for the distraction.
“Baby? You asleep?”
“No, daddy. Come on in.” I pushed myself up and turned on the lamp, and my stepdad joined me. He placed his hand on my leg and asked how my first day at work was.
“Oh god, amazing, daddy.”
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“Really? That’s great! You think you’ll like it?”
I scanned his face, then ran my gaze down his chest and all the way to his arms. Good lord, my daddy was so strong and handsome. I wondered if he was good in bed, at fucking and making women have multiple orgasms. I also wondered if his manhood was as attractive as the ones I’d seen in the magazine today. If he were anyone other than my stepdad, I would rip my shirt off and spread my legs, begging him to take me however he wanted.
“Sweetheart?”
I snapped out of my sexual trance. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I think I’ll love it. It was the most fun I could imagine having at a job.”
His lips pulled apart in a smile, and it was barely noticeable, but I’m pretty sure he glanced at my chest. It occurred to me that I was wearing my regular pajamas, which left little to the imagination due to the sheerness of the soft material. But this was my dad. I wasn’t self-conscious around him. In fact, as weird as it sounded, I got a little rush from it. I was suddenly this highly sexual woman, no longer a girl.
“It sounds like we have equally fulfilling jobs, baby girl. I love what I do, too. Maybe sales is our calling?”
“Maybe it is.”
He leaned over and kissed my forehead goodnight, and I pulled in his strong scent. I could smell a little aftershave, or maybe cologne, but there was something else there. Something my brain registered as testosterone.
He glanced down at me, and I saw this glimmer of recognition, like he knew something. But when he walked out and pulled my door shut, I decided I was just imagining it. And thankfully, I fell asleep with no trouble after that.
***
Beyond huge.
That’s what my breasts were the next morning. In fact, I don’t even think the word “udders” justify their size. They weren’t leaking milk, yet, but trust me when I say that I was glad daddy left for work before me because I definitely would have gotten the third degree about what had happened between last night and this morning. Now I’d have to come up with a believable reason that my tits had grown or stop by the store for some extra-large shirts and pray he wouldn’t notice.