I woke up the next morning with an intense feeling of heaviness in my breasts.
I touched them, feeling the swollen teats beneath my fingertips. I couldn't believe that I was about to experience what it felt like to lactate.
I walked over to the water trough, cupping some water in my hands. As I splashed my face, I noticed the reflection of another woman standing nearby. She was a hucow, her large t**s hanging low, full of milk. Her eyes met mine in the reflection of the water, and she smiled sympathetically.
"Morning, honey," she said. "Looks like you had a good first night."
I blushed, not sure what to say. I cradled my heavy breasts and winced.
"Don't worry, first milking is at six am sharp," she said before ducking back down into her stall.
I winced as I touched my swollen n*****s
