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Mandy's Milk

... ear, as they were both required to track her progress and health on the farm and removal of either would result in her getting branded a second time and retagged the next time she was milked. The marks on her ass and lips were embarrassing enough; there was no way she wanted to repeat the process. She also could not remove the massive ring from her nose and would be forever stuck with the ring dangling in the middle of her face. She quickly learned that clothing was optional in her new life. Not only was the simple task of getting dressed made extremely difficult with her cumbersome claws. But simply finding items that would fit her unusual proportions was next to impossible. With four gigantic breasts with 3-inch nipples, there was not a bra on the planet that would fit. Her teats were always rubbed raw from the constant milking and no matter how much medication or lotions she applied to them; they could only grant a few minutes of relief. She had a costume seamstress and several other cloths makers arrive at the farm to create a garment that would fit her unique body, but all had failed. Her breasts were extremely sensitive and every touch no matter what the cloth excited her. Her teats were soft and would hang down immediately after milking, but within an hour they would begin filling and become stiffer, wanting to stick directly out from her chest as her breasts began to swell. Any bra which kept them bent over or down caused her incredible pain as the nipples tried to ...

... stand up and the garment kept them kinked at their base. The first four-cup bra did exactly that. After waiting weeks for the seamstress to finish it, she could not bear to wear it longer then a couple hours. After the nipples started growing, she immediately cut four circular holes allowing her teats to escape and point in their desired direction. This of course allowed them to rub against her cotton shirt, which was quite painful. But also extremely exciting as the silken cups tickled and teased her breasts and caused her pussy to dribble down her thighs. As a temporary solution, she wore the modified bra but allowed her nipples full exposure to the rest of the farm while the group devised a solution. She tried tiny socks made of cotton, silk and nylon to cover her nipples, but regardless of the fabric they were far too scratchy. She tried tubes and hoses of rubber, plastic and metal, but all turned her on to no end. She tried wearing no bra at all, but even the lightest of over sized shirts stilled tickled, teased and tormented her to the point she could not take it any longer. She soon traded the embarrassment and humiliation of walking around the farm topless to the torments offered by and garment she had yet to conceive. She also found that as her regular milking time approached, it was more comfortable to crawl on all fours than to walk on her cloven feet. As her udders reached their breaking point, they pulled on her body and stretched the skin unbelievable. Crawling ...