A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  “I’m lactating.”

  At first, Belle didn’t think she heard her correctly. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “You’re wondering why they’re so big, yes? They produce lots of milk. I have to stop and empty them twice a day, or else they hurt a little because they’re so full. You want me to help clean you?”

  Belle blushed. “That’s okay, but—”

  “Here. Just rinsing yourself doesn’t remove all the dirt, and the farm leaves me very dirty.”

  Belle was as still as a statue as Valery cupped the soap under the spray, and then rubbed it between her hands, producing a lather. After, she scrubbed Belle’s arms and torso, leaving no area untouched. A constant stream of soapy suds trickled down into the tub, exiting through the drain.

  The worst was when Valery washed down below. Belle wanted to speak against it, but she held her tongue as the bar of soap came millimeters away from her womanhood.

  “I feel awful about my poor calf,” Valery said, cleaning Belle’s legs now. “She never gets a proper wash. She’s too big to bring into the house. I rinse her down with the hose, but I just can’t get rid of that animal smell. And she won’t stay still if I bring out a bucket of soapy water. Children are always so impatient.”

  Belle winced as Valery washed her backside next. “Why are you telling me this?”

  “No reason,” she said, smiling. “My mouth just tells stories. I don’t have many others to talk to out here. I get lonely.”

  “Oh.”

  After what seemed like an hour—but was only a few minutes—Valery finished up. The water was beginning to lose its warmth, so the two of them rinsed off and stepped out. Valery dried herself first before handing the towel to Belle.

  As the woman grabbed her nightgown and began to put it on, Belle noticed some white droplets on the ends of her large breasts. Valery hadn’t been making it up; she really was lactating by the look of it. Then, the droplets were swept away as the gown slid down her body, hugging her curves and making her look like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

  “I will be outside if you need me,” Valery said. “The work on a farm is never finished. Come see me if you need anything.”

  “Yeah,” Belle said, watching as she left the bathroom, and then standing there for a few more minutes.

  Valery was a kind woman. She kept reminding herself that. And, it was gracious of her to let them stay in her house, even if she had no phone or car. But, Belle had no desire to ever experience that again. Standing next to a naked woman was awkward enough, especially someone she didn’t know at all.

  So, as Belle pushed every memory from the last ten minutes out of her mind, she donned the prom dress again and headed across the hallway. The others were awake now—except for Cody, who apparently couldn’t decide if he wanted to continue sleeping or get up.

  Kelsey was wearing a white tank top and denim shorts.

  “Where did those come from?” Belle asked.

  “Valery,” she said. “She gave us some extra clothes. Stuff for Cody and Brendan, too! It isn’t much, but it’s better than wearing that freakin’ dress around all day. God, I was burning up in that thing. You should change. This stuff will fit you, too.”

  Belle was somewhat relieved. The assorted clothes were stylish, and not too different from what she’d normally wear on the average day. She sorted through them, picked out a yellow t-shirt and a pair of women’s jeans, and carried them back to the bathroom to change. There was a pair of tennis shoes, too. Belle figured those would be preferable to walking around barefoot.

  “Whose clothes are these?” Belle asked when she returned, the prom dress neatly folded over her arm.

  “She didn’t say,” Kelsey said. “She just popped in and handed them to us. I didn’t even think to ask.”

  Cody was up now, though he hadn’t changed out of his tuxedo yet. Brendan was just finishing pulling a shirt over his head.

  “Probably from the last folks that found this place and were murdered,” he joked.

  “Hey, that’s not funny!” said Kelsey. “Valery’s sweet, and she obviously just wants to help us. In fact, I kinda like this little farm.” She strolled to the window. “It’s so quiet and peaceful out here. I wouldn’t mind having my own place out here, when I’m older.”

  Brendan snorted. “Yeah, good luck with that. I ain’t shoveling animal shit and getting up at the crack of dawn everyday. You’ll have to find yourself a new man.”

  “Oh, look!” Kelsey pointed at the window, toward the backyard. “Those horses are so beautiful!”

  Belle saw them too. There were a pair of them, one male and one female. Both of them had chestnut coats and black manes. They were beautiful animals, out enjoying the morning sun. The male was on the far end of the pasture, munching on some grass. The other was by the entrance to the barn, its dark eyes scanning around, tail twitching.

  “I think there’s a baby horse in the barn. Valery’s down there with some hay,” Kelsey said.

  A filly, Belle remembered. Valery had mentioned that in the shower, between the stripping out of her clothes and the awkward sharing of the warm water. Thoughts of the conversation only reminded her of the woman’s large breasts, and the white droplets appearing on the ends. She immediately pushed the scene out of her thoughts.

  Brendan was tying his shoes. “Is there a girl who doesn’t go crazy for horses? All of them go head over heels.”

  “I want to see them for myself,” Kelsey went on, peering through the window. “Belle, you want to come, too?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Maybe she needs some help.” Then, her eyes lit up even more. “Oh, maybe we can feed them!”

  Brendan shook his head. “Girls and horses. Christ.”

  Brendan was itching to get back home, back to proper civilization. The country wasn’t totally new to him—he had lived far from town when he was younger, and he had hated every part of it. Anything of interest was miles away, including his friends. This place wasn’t much different. How Valery survived, he had no idea. Being out here alone would drive him insane.

  The girls were outside. Brendan didn’t wish to join them. Petting a horse didn’t interest him all that much. Instead, he descended the stairs and checked his phone. Still no signal. He tried to dial his parents’ phone number anyway, but nothing went through. Only an error message popped up.

  YOUR CALL CANNOT BE COMPLETED AT THIS TIME. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

  “Fuck.”

  Feeling a rumble in his stomach, Brendan found the kitchen and went for the refrigerator. He hadn’t eaten anything since last night, and the only liquid in his belly was alcohol and punch. He grabbed the handle and swung the heavy door open.

  “Wow. Really?”

  There was no food of any kind. In fact, the racks were all empty, except one with several glass jars, each containing a white liquid. Brendan grabbed the nearest one and brought it closer, inspecting the contents. The fluid inside moved with the consistency of milk. It smelled like milk, too.

  Deciding that it was better than nothing, Brendan turned the now-open jar toward his lips, desperate for any cold refreshment he could get his hands on.

  “Thirsty, yes?”

  Brendan stopped. He saw Valery standing on the opposite side of the kitchen. He hadn’t even heard her come in through the back door. But he quickly forgot about that. Valery had a pair of overalls on, with nothing underneath! He couldn’t stop staring at her immense cleavage, or the sides of her breasts poking out.

  The jar of milk went back into the fridge. “You don’t have any sodas, or bottled water in this place?”

  “Tap water,” Valery said, fanning her face. “Brought up from the well. It’s quite clean. I see you found my supply.”

  “Of milk? Yeah, sure. I guess you like milk, huh?”

  Valery smiled. “Did you have a taste?”

  Brendan shook his head. “No. I think I’ll just have the water.”

  “In a moment. I want y
ou to taste it. But, try it from the source first. I promise it’s sweet.”

  Brendan wasn’t sure what the lady meant by that, but he soon found out! Valery came toward him, unhooking one of the shoulder straps along the way. The sudden release in tension pulled the front apart, exposing her left breast. Brendan’s eyes were all over it instantly. God, it was massive! It was so round and firm, easily the size of her head, and topped with a dark areola and fat nipple at the peak.

  “They get so full,” Valery said, rolling her palms around it, pushing into the supple flesh and bringing her fingers closer to the tip. Shortly after, a thick white drop appeared on the end, expanding until the weight of it was too much. It fell and landed on her thigh, immediately soaking into the denim.

  “Damn,” Brendan breathed, his eyes unwavering from it.

  “I have to empty them twice a day,” Valery explained. “Sometimes three times. If I don’t, they ache a lot, and I don’t like it when they do that. It’s very uncomfortable.”

  “Yeah, I … I can see why.”

  “Brendan, right?”

  He swallowed. “Yeah, that’s my name.”

  Valery cupped the one breast, holding the nipple out. “Brendan, would you like to taste? Normally, I use a pump to empty them, but lips also work just as well.” She smiled.

  Brendan was suddenly sweating. Valery’s breast was so large and perfect, and it was so hard to look at anything else. He imagined the other was just as swollen and full of milk, engorged and ready to be squeezed.

  If all that milk in the fridge had come from her breasts, then that was a lot! There must’ve been a dozen jars in there, all filled to the top. Brendan had never tasted breast milk before, but he didn’t think it’d be much different than regular milk.

  He bit his lip, contemplating. “What are the girls up to?”

  Valery shrugged. “Oh, I gave them a few tasks. They’ll stay busy.”

  Shit. If Kelsey ever finds out about this …

  The nipple was so thick now, as fat as any he had seen before, like a mother’s just after her child was born. It was that perfect shape and size, and Brendan could only watch in amazement as it neared him. Milk continued to ooze from the tip, thanks to the pressure from Valery’s fingers.

  “Go on, Brendan. I won’t tell. You’re helping me,” she said. “Drawing the milk out is part of my daily routine.”

  Yeah. Helping.

  Brendan parted his lips, and the nipple pushed right on inside, sliding along his tongue. It was bigger than it looked, the skin turgid and stiff. He sealed his mouth around it, pinching the areola a bit. Valery was still working at the entire breast with her hands, squeezing the top and bottom together. The effect was felt immediately, as Brendan tasted the sweet liquid for the first time. It was so delicious that he instinctively sucked, and more came out, pulled from somewhere deep inside. He eagerly swallowed it down.

  “Yeah. That’s good,” Valery complimented him. “Like a calf on a mother’s teat. Keep using your lips like that.”

  It was almost automatic. Brendan had sucked on Kelsey’s breasts before. It was all playful, of course. She liked having her nipples toyed with like that, and they’d get hard and stiff from all the stimulation. Not as big as Valery’s though. These were on another level. And the milk continued to flow.

  Valery petted him, combing his hair with her fingers. It was almost calming in a way, soothing like a mother caring after her child. Brendan felt completely relaxed as the rate of milk increased, turning into a constant stream that dribbled onto his tongue and oozed to the back of his throat. His lips continued to work, pulling at the nipple, tasting her delicious offerings. And there was plenty to be had.

  “Yes,” Valery moaned. “So much better. It no longer aches. I produce a lot, yes?”

  Brendan nodded, causing the breast to jiggle against his mouth.

  He didn’t know if Valery intended it to be erotic, but it really was! Brendan’s cock had responded. It felt like it was tenting his pants, but he didn’t look down to see. Instead, he focused on relieving Valery of what ailed her—and filling his belly with tasty milk at the same time. Seriously, breast milk wasn’t bad at all! The taste was similar to that other stuff, though the texture was a bit creamier.

  Right then, Brendan felt something between his legs.

  He pulled way, milk trickling down to his chin. “Hey, wait a second.”

  Valery coaxed his cock into a full erection, massaging the bulge in the front of his pants. She undid the snap and pushed her fingers underneath, wrapping them around the swelling shaft and giving it a squeeze.

  “You helped me. I help you. I want to be fair,” she reasoned.

  Brendan exhaled sharply. “Yeah, well make it quick. I don’t want Kelsey seeing this. She’ll kill me.”

  “She won’t.” Valery winked.

  Brendan had been waiting to get off since yesterday afternoon. Kelsey and him were supposed to do it after prom, and he had given her a little preview in the backseat of Cody’s car. Then, the crash happened. Everything was forgotten after that.

  But, Valery aimed to please, and Brendan was too horny to care whose hand was jerking him off. The woman knelt down to service him, keeping her hand in motion all while bringing her lips to the head and lightly kissing the swollen tip. She gazed up at him, her eyes beautiful and sparkling. His dick hardened even more.

  “Oh, that’s nice. Yeah, like that.”

  Valery tightened her grip, moving her hand faster now. There was no pause; it went from one end to the other, sliding effortlessly up and down the shaft.

  “What is it that you like about me?”

  Brendan rolled his head back, closing his eyes, fighting to keep his thoughts straight. “Mmm, those big tits are nice. And … and your accent. Foreign girls are awesome.”

  “And, if you stayed on the farm, so I could treat you like this all the time?”

  Brendan grinned. He was beginning to like Valery a lot more now, but there was no way he was agreeing to that. The handjob was nice, but it wasn’t enough to keep him on the farm. No way in hell. This was a one-time thing.

  Not long after, he felt the urge to climax. Every muscle in his body went tense as his load prepared to come rushing toward the surface, shooting from his cock. He hoped Valery was ready for it—this one was going to be huge!

  “Right in my mouth,” the woman told him. “I will swallow it all down.”

  “Oh yeah?” Brendan asked, right before everything exploded down below.

  He fell back against the table, clenching the edge hard. In a few short seconds, the cum came racing to the end of his cock, although the explosive force left a little to be desired. With one eye cracked open, he watched a stream of it shoot into Valery’s mouth. Her aiming was right on the mark.

  “Oh fuck,” Brendan panted, the pressure in his loins subsiding.

  There was something odd about the orgasm, though. Brendan knew the male orgasm well, but this wasn’t like any before it. His seed didn’t come out in successive spurts. Rather, it was a constant flow, almost like piss emptying from his bladder. Except, that couldn’t be right. The stuff going into Valery’s mouth was white and creamy, and still coming out.

  His dick was all wrong. Brendan saw it now. The head was losing definition, merging with the rest of the shaft, turning a brighter shade of pink. At the same time, the entire thing fattened up, especially around the middle. Valery kept her fingers around it, but they were gradually pulling apart. A seam raced up the center.

  Brendan about choked on his own tongue when his dick split into two!

  “Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell is going on?”

  Valery licked her lips clean. “I need some help on this farm, Brendan. You taste good. You’ll fit in well with the rest. You may like it.”

  Brendan barely heard her. Instead, his attention was on his manhood. The splitting had resulted into two distinct phallic-shaped appendages, both pink and at least seven or eight inches long. There
wasn’t enough room on his groin for them both, so they had migrated up a bit, sitting just above his thighs on a fleshy, swollen mound jutting out from his stomach.

  He felt a tingle zap through him, and they split again! Now four, the unrecognizable appendages spread apart until there was an equal distance between them. They were each fatter than his cock, soft and pink, drooping slightly from their own weights pulling them over.

  Meanwhile, his belly continued to swell outward, turning that same shade of pink that had consumed his former maleness.

  Then, Brendan recognized what was happening. “No way,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “No fucking way.”

  “Be still,” Valery told him. “What’s happening is necessary. Every good cow needs an udder to produce milk with. And you will produce lots for me.”

  Kelsey stood just outside the barn, a hip cocked to the side. She loved the air out here, the freshness and purity that the cities just didn’t have. The others weren’t all that enthusiastic about the rural life, but Kelsey could easily picture herself out here. It was a simple life, but hard at the same time. She envied Valery for her dedication, getting up early in the morning and going to bed late at night.

  The mare was curled up in the shade next to the barn, exhausted. It had given birth just a few days ago, or so Valery had told them. Belle and Kelsey had been feeding it hay, but Ron looked like she wanted to nap. Meanwhile, the filly was as spirited as could be, jumping around and testing out her legs. She never went far from her mother, though.

  Ron, Kelsey thought. That’s an odd name for a female horse.

  Belle returned with an armful of hay once it was clear the mare wasn’t going to eat any more.

  “Isn’t it wonderful?” Kelsey asked her.

  “Yeah, whatever,” Belle said, waving a hand in front of her face. “It smells, and there’s flies everywhere.”