It was just plain wierd.
The milk maids had to bend down on all fours to reach the troughs hidden in the astro-turf. Because of their massive frontal build, they were thus forced to lift their rears high in the air to give their breasts room.
Sharon looked up and saw a gallery high in one wall of the cavern. Apparently whoever was in charge of this bizzar setting liked to watch his milk maids 'grazing' like so many human cattle. With their short, flared skirts raised as their buttocks lifted, the maids presented a stimulating view.
Sharon, whose H-cup breasts were among the smallest of the herd, found the position both humiliating and uncomfortable. However she was hungry and this was the only way to feed.
Inside the trough was a further humiliation. She had to draw her feed through a tube by a combination of suction and squeezing. The tube of course was very suggestively shaped. From a distance it might have looked like a mushroom, so as not to spoil the illusion, but up close its shape was unmistakable.
Sharon's breasts had just been rapidly grown to enormous size, and milked of several litres; she was hungry enough to perform the required action without prompting from her obedience collar.
She was rewarded with a kind of protien shake with a familiar taste. She just hoped that the salty liquid had been artificially flavoured. She dreaded to think about how they might produce enough 'white sauce' to feed a herd of hungry milk maids.
After the bizzar feeding the herd was led...
Sat Oct 30 19:46:33 1999