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So, I became a Dairy Farmer.
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 18:05:46 +0000 UTCExcuse the disjointed and noncontinuous nature of the story. I'll rewrite it in time.
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We had tied the knot right after graduating from uni. While I had joined AkaneTech as a sales and promotions manager for their new public android Not2B, my wife had a tough time competing for jobs in the field of Agricultural Engineering. The farms around Moonvale had been taken over by the megacorps who had in turn automated and optimized the heck out of it.
Any new opportunities she got were out east. Far east. They had started reclaiming and restoring that side of the planet. AkaneTech once had its HQ in Neo-Tokyo-ll before the great war. That was, what, four-five decades ago?
There were options in the Pacific artificial islands and floating cities. But, She didn't like the ocean as much. We could've shuttled to one another; it'd be easier that way. But, she volunteered for some new experimentation going on with gene splicing and chemical modding of organics. I wasn't as well versed in biological engineering, being more of a people person rather than a science geek.
She had shared little information about the procedures she was undergoing. Or, maybe I didn't grasp most of what she said. There was a pilot project at GoodCorp, which intended to increase the... ahem... curves of women. The project was fairly new and little was known of the far-reaching consequences of such modding.
One morning she happily bounced about on the bed and showed me her new enhanced tits. They were each bigger than her head now! And her nipple was deliciously big. A week later she had smaller nubs growing below her nipples and her areola started growing elliptically south, extending over her slowly growing boobs. By the next week, these buds had grown into fully functional nipples. Each flick, touch, and pinch of my fingers made her moan out in pleasure. I bean sucking her nipples, two at a time, and her eyes would roll back in her sockets delirious with pleasure. [See 2nd Image]
By day 20 she had grown an extra pair of smaller tits (which were still bigger than her old size) below her first pair which had swelled noticeably bigger. She had now started lactating freely. When in the mood, she'd leak through her tops and all 4 of her nipples would get achingly hard. No matter how dark a top she wore her big nipples would show off their impression through them.
One morning I woke up to find her visibly growing in spurts in front of my very eyes! And, she had indeed grown by four inches. The doctors at GoodCorp assured me that it was all normal and expected in this particular treatment. I wouldn't mind her getting a little taller. Hell, I love leggy women.
Day 46. I shouldn't have wished her taller.
We were relocated to the outskirts of Moonvale. A farm owned and operated by GoodCorp. She. She couldn't fit in our house anymore.
She demanded to be fed for hours every 3-4 hours a day. She'd easily eat 500 to 600lbs of beef a day. She was also near constantly horny and in the mood. Her 6 nipples would get erect and dark patches of breast milk would become apparent in her custom-made tops. Every move she made would echo through the house. Popping stitches and sounds of ripping clothes accompanied her every move.
She could no longer feel me when we made love. She had stopped feeling me since Day 30. I was level with her collar bones then. We had to get creative in our lovemaking. I had started fist- ing her to satisfy her. By day 38 or was it 39? I have lost track of time. Then with both fists, up to my shoulders, I'd shove in her. It was becoming a complete workout getting her off.
She used to cook our meals when we'd get home. Now, she just insisted I drink her milk. First, it was cups, glasses full, then it was bowls and now she just offer me her lower teat to suckle on directly. She'd just be lounging awkwardly in the three-seater couch, her legs dangled off its end. In a few days, her feet would rest flat on the floorboards after she gained another two feet in height.
The downstairs neighbors complained that their living room ceiling had begun to sag and they could hear creaking of their ceiling beams. I assured them I didn't have any heavy furniture in my living room responsible for the dent but, I'll investigate it.
Almost every day I'd return home to find my enlarging wife lounge in that couch which had now been deformed in the floor, its supports snapped and wooden beams caved under her weight. She'd have one or both of her upper boobs stuck in her mouth self-sucking herself.
Our weekend ritual of movie night had changed. She sits cross-legged on the floor, has me sit in her lap like a child with her bigger upper boobs resting on my shoulder while I am wedged between her lower boobs. At her new size of 8 feet, her lower pair of tits were bigger than most p0rn stars, her first set was comparable to medicine balls. Midway through whichever movie we would be watching she'd pick me and shove her 5inch nipple in my mouth and feed me while she'd have another nip in her mouth.
It has been a week since I had any proper meal at home. I am always fed to bursting by her. She's started leaking all over the place. She will sit on the floor at the dining table place her lower boobs on it for me to knead and suck while the kitchen floor would be flooded with an inch of her milk. She would mop be mopping the floors of every room almost daily.
The experiment had failed and GoodCorp sent over its lab nerds and a couple of lawyers on Day 60. My wife was too big to live comfortably in our apartment. They had made arrangements for our relocation and promised all the support financially and scientifically they could arrange for us.
At the farm, things took a different turn. My wife started helping to maintain the farm while I was away. Not that it needed much to look after. We had decided to use the cattle milking pumps to empty my wife a couple of times every day. She had by now become so overabundant with her milk supply that she had superseded even the genetically engineered cows they had at the farm. Given her stature of 13 feet, she was strong enough to never need any of the farming equipment and robots. She would milk herself and carry the 100-liter milk containers with ease.
GoodCorp had found and fixed the gigantism issue with the project and now has started offering HuCow Type-1 enhancement to people. I wonder who would undergo such an enhancement. The docs were able to slow my wife's growth but she'll still continue to grow an inch or two a year. They offered me a job to look after the farm with my wife and also came up with the idea to sell her milk commercially. So, I became a Dairy Farmer.
"Hey! No drinking your own supply!", I say watching my wife drink from the 100-liter container, she quickly put back on the truck's flatbed. "What? It's just a sip! Why doesn't my adorable little milkman come over here and give his cow a big kiss?", she replied sitting atop the tiny truck. "Whoa! Whoa! The suspensions would be shot or even the axel will break! Get off the truck!", I rushed to her trying to dissuade her. "Why don't you make me?", she jokes.
I wonder how big she'd have grown at that rate if she had not been fixed? What would've it been when she'd come to visit me at the AkaneTech sales office at my old workplace?
