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  "Because, I was told, there are all sorts of predators out there who’d love to eat us, and some real bad sicknesses that our kind can catch and die from."

  "That’s very nice of them. Still, what’s in it for the farmers that they're willing to take care of your people?"

  "Oh, I see what you mean. Because our milk is very nutritious and people pay a lot of money for it, which is why when we come of age we get milked twice a day. And we produce a different and important kind of milk in our breasts, which is even more valuable than that produced in our udders."

  God almighty, and I got two sets as well. "What’s so important about it?"

  "The way I was told, our breast milk contains special enzymes in it that they give to children for immunity against all sorts of diseases."

  "So we're used like cows?"

  "What are cows?"

  "They're a special kind of animals that are used for giving milk."

  Angie burst into laughter. "Oh, you mean like our horses?"

  "You have horses here?"

  "Of course. They’re dumb and can’t talk or do anything other than eat, give milk, and produce young. But their meat is delicious."

  The information gave Martin a mental shiver but he responded calmly. "And now that you mentioned food, I realize that I'm very hungry."

  "So am I. So let's go to the dining room where we have a huge selection of tasty foods available."

  "That's great, so let's go over there."

  Angie smiled about his obvious ignorance. "I'm afraid that's not the way it works, Marty. We get fed as payment for what we produce for the farm."

  "Smart system. Who does it favor, though?"

  "I’m sure the farm gets paid handsomely for our products, which is why it supplies us with all our needs, including homes. And if it doesn’t sound like an even exchange, we also get great pleasures constantly."

  "What do you mean exactly?"

  "That unlike the horses who only conceive by artificial insemination, we get serviced by our stallions whenever we like. And a lot more of it just before we get into heat, like now, because I think we release some sort of smell that excites the stallions."

  Which means that the same thing's gonna happen to me as well. "How often do you get into heat?"

  "Every three months, and so do all the mares. But they conceive every time while we seldom do."

  "The mares bear four foals a year? Must be a lot of strain on their bodies."

  "Actually sixteen because they always bear quads."

  "And how about us?"

  "We have a hard time conceiving, which happens about once in five years or so, and we bear just one foal at a time."

  "Interesting. How many times have you foaled already?"

  "None yet, but I’ve been getting into heat for only four years by now so I'm not surprised. But I’m not bitching about it because what’s really fantastic is that we get the stallions to service us whenever we want them to rather than just when we get in heat." Angie burst into an almost human giggle. "Which happens to most of us lots of times a day when we get close to it."

  "That’s a real nice compensation for just producing milk."

  "It sure is. But we do a lot more than just that. We run the whole farm depending on our personal capabilities, from manual jobs to working in the office and such."

  "What job do you perform?"

  "I work with the mares to make sure that they’re in good health and shape. Which is quite revolting sometimes because they don’t care who’s passing behind them when they piss."

  "Disgusting." Martin agreed. They probably do it on purpose to annoy their keepers. "Anyway, so since I hadn’t done any work yet how do I pay for all my food and lodgings until I do?"

  "Come, follow me to the dormitory building and I’ll show you. It’s about three miles away, and we can trot over if you’d like."

  "I’d love to."

  To Martin’s delight, he was able to run in a way that he could not in the past few years, at an effortless pace from a starting point and at a speed that made the wind whoosh in his ears as he pounded the ground with his muscular legs. Gosh, he thought when he reached the building with Angie lagging far behind, that was marvelous and I’d like to do it again soon for much longer stretches.

  "You’re quite a spirited filly, you know." Angie said as she stopped next to Martin a minute later, huffing from the effort. "But I shouldn’t be at all surprised considering that until quite recently you were free to do it out in the wilds. I loved watching you especially the way your tail rose in the air the moment you started running."

  "Which I enjoyed doing. Is there any place around here where I can run on a longer track?"

  "Yes, there are fallow fields all over the property that extend for miles in all directions."

  "I'd like to do that."

  The dormitory structure was huge with rooms separated by an immaculately clean corridor. "Never piss or crap on the floor or you’ll get fined heavily by the cleaning crew chief." Angie warned as they walked along it.

  "So what do I do when I get the urge to do either?"

  "Let me show you." Angie opened the door to an apartment with her name on it and Martin followed her inside.

  He was surprised by the size of it before remembering how big everyone was, and looked around. The first thing he saw was an apparent wall pump with one plastic hose that ended with large size cups, and another with four narrow tubes that were long and wide enough to fit over swollen teats. "This is where we all give our milk. There’s also a gutter along one wall with regularly running water for personal waste, a step-down deep tub with a shower, and a large padded corner where you can fool around with your guy or any choice of available studs."

  "But not for procreation?" Martin asked, feeling sudden excitement at the idea of being on the flip side of the gender equation even in this new and unique body of his.

  "You got to be kidding. But I forget that everything's different out in the wilds so you wouldn’t know about such things."

  "What kind of things?"

  "Well, it’s that stallions become extremely dangerous when they smell the discharge of a female in heat. They’re even known to kill any male rival who they suspect of trying to muscle in on a female they’re after, and they’re utterly feral and brutal with the female before, during, and after mounting them. Which is why we're put in special enclosures to be totally safe when they’re brought to service us while heavily restrained."

  Martin shuddered visibly. "Sounds terrible."

  "Only an inexperienced female would say that. Oh, the bastards try to bite you if the supervisors aren’t paying them total attention because watching a sexually crazed male is very distracting. But none of us cares much because we get quite frenzied ourselves the moment their penis touches us, and totally insane once we're penetrated."

  Martin felt his heart literally fluttering with fear and anticipation of such events. "You talk like you like it."

  "Like? We love it and are pissed off when we drop out of heat and the males start behaving normally."

  "Are you saying that you copulate with more than one male during a heat phase?"

  "Of course, because no one male can satisfy us continuously during the three days and nights of an average heat cycle."

  "And it ends when you stop discharging?"

  "That’s right, at which time we switch to a more normal setup when we pick and choose our favorite males."

  "So we got a perfect system here to make our life easy and quite happy?"

  "Exactly. Now let me show you how to set yourself for milking." Angie opened a drawer filled with steaming small hand towels and cleaned her nipples and their areoles. She then attached both cups to her breasts, and once she felt that they were seated well she flipped a switch and the machine began pumping.

  Martin watched the thick rivulets that flowed through the hoses with interest until the milk stopped running and Angie removed the cups. "Gosh, I can’t believe how much mil
k was just pumped out of you."

  Angie looked at the digital display that was positioned next to the switch. "Fourteen pounds and a couple of ounces to be exact, which is quite normal when we approach our heat period."

  "How do they know that it was you who had just made the deposit?"

  "Because they got my number etched onto the palm of my hand." She turned her right hand up and showed it to Martin. "You see? All I need do whenever I’m involved in anything, like showing up at work, is put my hand on a screen and I get recognized and recorded. You got one, too, you know."

  Martin looked at his hand and swore when he saw the six digit number. Sons of bitches operate just like the old Nazis who used it to mark their concentration camps slaves, except they don’t know about such things here. "Yeah, I see it."

  "Then you can read?"

  "A little, because my mother was an escapee from some farm and she taught us."

  "There's only our farm here, you know. Good for you because you’ll be able to get a good job. Now I need to take care of my udder—wash it to perfection before I attach the cups to my teats."

  "Do you need my help with it?"

  "No, and you'll see why in a minute." Angie said and placed a right front and rear side legs on a wooden contraption that Martin had thought at first was a room divider, which made it easy for her to see and reach her udder and clean her teats. "See?"

  "Yes, I do." Martin shuddered at the sight of Angie's udder, which began at a point far between her legs and extended almost to the middle of her belly. It's more like a double udder, she thought, as it comprised of two distinct elongated swollen bags, each with two teats at its end.

  "Real smart, isn't it, the way my udder reaches to the middle of my belly, because when it's full like it's now, it doesn't interfere with my moving around because the milk flows to the bottom and stays there."

  "Really ingenious." Martin said though he was quite repulsed by the veins that bulged out of the skin. And then, when he looked further between Angie's legs, he saw what he knew must be her vulva, with enormously swollen outer labias that seemed to be quite wet.

  Angie easily attached the cups to her teats with her long arms, then turned on the pump. Martin watched the process until both sides of Angie's udder were fully emptied, making it lie flat against her belly.

  "Yup," Angie declared. "Just about thirty pounds, which is the right amount."

  "How soon will you get in heat?"

  "In two days, just in time for you to get into it for your own first time. That's why all us girls got so much milk in our breasts and udders, and why our pussies are so swollen and drippy."

  "I will? Are you sure about that?"

  "That’s what I was told. Besides, it's always timed for two days after a girl is giving milk for the first time. Well, actually you won't be giving any until after you go into heat because all you'll be doing until then will be to clear the way for the milk to flow freely. Anyway, I better switch the cups to the right size for you."

  Quite unhappy about it, Martin watched Angie switch both cups to the right size, then let her wash his nipples and attach them. "Is it going to hurt being that it's my first time?"

  "I’d hoped you wouldn’t think about that but yes, it’ll hurt a little."

  "Oh, what the hell, I might as well." Martin reached over and flipped the switch and felt the suction suddenly pull so hard on his breasts that he was sure they would be sucked into the machine. Then he heard a popping sound as though a champagne bottle was uncorked and the painful pressure in his breasts stopped almost instantly. He watched as a yellow fluid mixed with pink began flowing.

  The strange looking fluid stopped streaming the moment Angie turned the switch off, and Martin was not surprised to see on the readout that it amounted to just about one pound. "Gosh, was so little of it worth the trouble of drawing the stuff out?"

  "Like I told you, all we just did was fix you up to be able to give milk when the time comes because the suction opened up your milk ducts, which after two more times will be wide enough to allow a free flow and will set you up to start lactating right after you get out of heat."

  "I thought that lactating normally starts a few days before foaling."

  "Not for us because all farm-raised females receive an injection just before we go into our first heat, which you'd received a week ago as well, that sets us up to lactate permanently."

  So that we’ll produce a constant stream of cash crop for the bastards who own us—just like cows in my time, and the poor horses do here. "I see, for which we get room and board for life?"

  "You got it. About my room, it’s not too shabby—as you can see. And about getting food and other necessities, you’ll find out once we finish clearing up all your udder milk passages."

  "I like your room very much. Are you saying that Nikki and me will get a room just like this one?"

  "That’s right—together or separately, depending what you’d like. So you can choose one and it’ll become yours permanently if you put your right palm on the lock reader."

  "Great. Then let me get my udder ready because I’m starving."

  "Sure, but I got to warn you that clearing your udder will hurt a bit more than it did to your breasts."

  "Why will it?"

  "Raise your legs and I'll show you." Once he did, Martin could see the area between his legs, where instead of a full udder like Angie's he was flat except for a slight swelling under his four elongated teats. "So you see, Marty, we need to not only clear your teats but literally inflate your udder."

  "I see, so let's get it over with." It took Martin a minute to wash and attach the cups to his teats, and when he flipped the switch he yelped with pain when blood and torn tissues began flowing through the tubes. "Damn, Angie, that really hurt." He complained when Angela switched the machine off.

  "Yes, but that's the only time it'll hurt if you keep doing it every morning until you start giving real milk."

  "I understand, so that the ducts won't close up. What happens to the stuff that came out now?"

  "It goes into the drain and gets flushed out like all other crap. Okay, now use a towel to wipe the tips of your teats so they won't leak blood on the floor."

  Martin did that and was amazed to see that the little bumps on his belly had become thick and elongated almost like Angie's and that his udder seemed quite inflated. Then, as he looked closely between his legs, he saw that his own labias were just as swollen as Angie's, which made him shiver as he dropped his feet to the floor.

  "Ready." He declared a moment later.

  "Good. Would you like to eat here or in the common room so I can introduce you to everyone?"

  "The common room, of course."

  "I was hoping you’d say that."

  Chapter 5

  The first thing that Martin noticed when they walked toward the end of the building was the dull ache in his breasts and udder with every step that he took. Angela noticed that he was wincing and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't let it upset you because the pain will be gone in a few minutes. I promise."

  True to Angela's promise, it was gone by the time that they reached the end of the building and he began feeling almost normal. Normal my ass, he thought, I got a pair of tits on my chest, an inflated udder with four thumb size nipples, and a real big pussy, so I better start thinking of myself as female since I've become one, permanently it seems.

  When Angie opened the door to the dining room Marty was surprised by the noise that emanated from it and realized that it was early morning and everyone was having breakfast before going to their jobs. She liked the delicious smells that filled the room from an area where steaming pots had been placed on tables cafeteria style. The hall was filled with tables of various styles and sizes, some with couches on which people reclined like dogs while eating, and others where everyone stood with elbows leaning on them while eating.

  "The choice is yours, Marty. Small table or large, with or without couches."

  "Smal
l table with no couches. But how am I going to pay for my food right now?"

  "You got a nice advance until you start producing milk so don't worry about it and pay for whatever you buy by pressing your hand to a scanner, which you'll get used to doing. Now I'll take you around and introduce you to as many people as I can, and then we'll choose a table with only two occupants."

  "Sounds good to me."

  Marty enjoyed being introduced to everyone around the room, all of varied sizes with some virtual giants. They all greeted her with friendly smiles and some of the males expressed their wish to spend time with her in their or her apartment to become better acquainted. She grinned when the offers were made since they unabashedly suggested that they would do a lot more than talk. But she liked the atmosphere and the offers of friendship even when they had sexual connotations, and that they all touched each one another affectionately while talking.

  Angie finally took her to a table for four which was occupied by two females. "Hi Jenny and Paula, this is Marty, our newest member. Mind if we join you?"

  "Of course not. In fact we appreciate you bringing Marty to our table so we'll get to know her." Jenny said after shaking Marty’s hand and kissing her cheek, with Paula following suite.

  "Then I’ll leave you here, Marty, and go get us both a most scrumptious breakfast to welcome you to your new home."

  "That’s very nice, Angie, but there’s no need for it."

  "Of course there is, Paula said, and I’ll go with Angie to help her carry the goodies she chooses."

  When they left without waiting for an answer, Jenny questioned Marty about herself without invading her privacy, to which she responded without any qualms. She enjoyed talking with Jenny and was pleased to find that she ran a skill testing and counseling center, which she invited her to visit the next day.