Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180129034517/@comment-33398500-20180316015325

Alone, surrounded by excited holstaurs eager to have me touch their breasts...

Just another day in the life of a holstaur milker. While I had been back at the last farm, that was true, anyway. However, here, I was more of a pump attendant, almost like at a gas station...

I’ll admit, going from 5 holstaurs I had to attend to, up to 40, I found the prospect rather exciting, until it dawned on me just how faceless and mechanized their process was. Having tried the milk back at the first farm I worked at, I wondered how anyone could buy what we made here, tasting far worse than it had then, and, considering we had 200 holstaurs being milked, our output was downright sad.

The situation was such that when Maria showed up from another farm, I was happy to see a familiar face, though it was clear she DESPISED the machines, and had dragged me into the back the first day and had me milk her. Suddenly, it was like I was back at the last farm: she was producing as much as she had before, and her insistence that I try some confirmed the taste was just as good (not like I had a choice, as she had simply jammed it into my mouth), so it left me to wonder –what were we doing wrong here?

Although, to be fair, Maria had been one of the biggest producers back at the old farm: the other holstaurs I milked only produced a smaller amount, and didn’t seem to enjoy it, but Maria was always waiting for me, excited when I showed up. It had only been by luck I had managed to get out of her ‘showing her appreciation’ for my services.

Unfortunately, the reunion also brought trouble, as first one of the others noticed me milking her, then one thing led to another, and now my entire section (and even a couple from other sections) were pleading with me to milk them by hand as well. I had learned a thing or two about holstaurs from my time at the farm before, and part of me knew the fresh ones get really excited the first time they’re truly stimulated, though not all of them were like Maria I knew from experience.

“Sure... what’s the worst that could happen?” I told myself, before telling the girls to get to their normal spots, before I started to go up the line, milking the girls. It was obvious from the start that this was a missing factor from production, as the normal containers we used were overflowing shortly into my milking, each of them easily filling the buckets I hastily procured.

However, although their moaning was cute, it was clear they weren’t trying to rape me as I did so, so that was a plus (though I did notice some of them had liquid running down their legs). Getting to about the tenth girl, I noticed that a little over half of them had the lower output of the other girls back home, though some of the ones that let out louder moans put out even more than Maria, which I had been surprised at, considering these same girls barely gave anything most of the time.

However, a few spots further in, I heard mixed groaning from the line behind me, the ones I had gotten a lot from were clearly worked up about something, and suddenly I found myself being knocked back by the one I was currently milking, the others now rushing over “I can’t take it anymore!” the shy holstaur with breasts each bigger then my head practically shouted as she jumped on me, Maria rushing over at the same time “Do you know what it means when a holstaur gives so much good milk to a man’s hands?” Maria then asked, several hands now forcibly removing my clothes in the middle of the floor to the dismay of the general group “It means she loves him, or rather, her body loves him, and accepted the male as her husband!” she then informed me, before rushing down to kiss me, as I was now completely surrounded by holstaurs, almost able to see actual hearts in all their eyes.

“Wait, you mean that...” I started, attempting to move but being assailed by a multitude, I couldn’t.

“That means all ten of our bodies consider you our husband!” she continued, before her mouth dived to mine again.

There wasn’t really anything anyone could do to keep the enamoured holstaurs from taking their new husband one at a time until they were all finished...

The next day, I thought I was going to be fired, but considering the spike in production from the holstaurs giving their all, I was made to give the same treatment to every holstaur in my section, the other guys not wanting that to happen to them, kept silent about trying to do the same to their sections. Though that meant I was now technically married to more than 20 holstaurs, leaving me very much hoping they don’t try to make me do the same to the other sections...

There’s only so much one guy can do... though I have to admit, milking’s a lot more fun with them all so affectionate...