This story contains huge breasts, lactation, reluctance and some bondage.
Author's Notes: Fifth Day - Part of my limited motivation has been trying to get a good, full, not-overly-length ending to Pauline's Pumpkins. I'll be posting the conclusion soon so let me know where you'd want to see me go next: my one non-Pauline story was super popular and I want to start another series of stories, one more free form to make it easier to write. Enjoy!
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Rory was sleeping peacefully in the guest bed. Watching her through the cracked door was Pauline, form fitting summer clothes stretched across her frame. Pauline was definitely tired, but she'd be damned to let staying up a little late mess her sleep schedule up. She decided to let Rory wake up whenever she was ready.
Seeing the backyard made Pauline excited. Not only did her pumpkins look whole and her wheat standing tall, but she could spot some strange shapes by the forest floor. It seemed like the dogs had been successfully caught! Closer inspection confirmed that there were at least two dogs near the tub of milk and with very little milk left inside maybe more had gotten sick and run away. Needless to say the future was looking much brighter.
Personally secure, she made her way to the barn. She wanted to call Conor in privacy, and even if it turned out he couldn't come over, she had to milk herself eventually and he'd love to hear about that. Before she could reach the barn, a familiar voice called out.
"Hey'r Pauline! Can I talk ta ya fora moment?"
She turned to see Brandon, a bashful, broad shouldered redneck rancher. Brandon had become friends with Pauline during school and his golden heart and sweet rosey cheeks were always welcome around.
"Hey Brandon! Good to see you, haven't had time to catch up with all this dog nonsense. You drive all the way up here to visit?" She looked around him to confirm his truck was here.
In addition to his own truck, however, there were a few other familiar vehicles. Different farmers she'd come to befriend and make acquaintances stood around. None of them looked too happy and Pauline's initial reaction was fear.
"...Did I shoot somebody's cow or something?"
"No-no-no-no they ain't here ta crusify ya! I woulda called ahead but this's urgent! We think we know what's happenin wit them dogs and we need tuh gather tha forces!"
"I'm kind of preoccupied at the moment," maybe talking to Conor was worth passing on, but being full of milk wasn't, "and besides I'm not much of a 'force' to gather, y'know?"
"Don't gimme that hogwash! Ya prove size don't matter none, 'specially wit that rifle! But I wouldn't wanta pull ya outta somethin personal with the recent dog in-fest-ation. Ya take care then, you'll hear about it on tha radio!"
Brandon turned to leave but Pauline was still confused, "Wait, Brandon! What the hell are you guys doing? You're gonna hunt the dogs down"
"Oh, nah that seems like a fruitless labor. Didja hear tha news? Fresh press on Agri-Carrier messin wit them dogs, and tha name Gittergut's been flyin 'round. We ain't gonna ruffle him up much but he owes tha town some answers!"
Some farmers behind Brandon nodded with angry approval. It seemed like a strange and dangerous idea to just... what, break into his house and make him spill the beans on what might be a sensitive issue? Pauline felt half tempted to request the small mob wait before going off of what she assumed to be half-baked news, but the only time she'd ever interacted with Gittergut was unpleasant. If he was behind some secret AgriCarrier dog project or something, they might as well find out right?
"Alright... but with the dogs around, y'all need to promise me you won't get yourselves stuck in jail, ya hear? Your wives'll have a terrible time handling the dog attacks if you aren't there to help."
"Oh don't worry 'bout us Pauline, we'll be extra cautious!"
The redneck caravan left her house, presumably to Gittergut or to recruit more mob members. Either way Gittergut if nothing else seemed professional and somewhat powerful and that worried Pauline. She prayed Brandon and the mob would avoid doing anything too illegal.
Conor wasn't with the group it didn't seem, so hopefully he'd be available to sneak by. He could at least talk. She called him in the barn and he picked up.
"Glad to hear from you. Got my text?"
"What? Oh yeah, about what you wanted to try? I'm super down. When can you come by?"
"I don't think I can come over now, kind of busy, but I'm down to talk and I can come by tonight."
"Good to hear, you alone at the moment?"
This question confused Conor. She filled the time waiting for his response examining the milking equipment, looking closely to be certain she understood each knob and lever. No surprises in the near future.
"I... happen to be yes. I'm in my car, sitting in Eastern's stripmall parking lot."
"Can you go somewhere private?"
"Why, you afraid somebody's going to hear me in the fucking lot? Walk up to my car and put their ear to my window?" Conor mocked Pauline, uncertain why she was so insistent.
"I can't have you over yet until I figure things out with Rory but I miss you. Right now I really miss your dick." In the background of the chat Conor could hear something turn on. He was familiar with the machine's churning and vacuum suck.
"Is that a milking machine? An industrial one for cows? That's gotta be the one Rory had taken from me, you about to milk some cows?"
"Well the machine's for cow udders. Even though I don't have any cows..." Pauline placed her phone on the milker's small control panel. She pulled a tall stool nearby and dropped one of her overly engorged breasts onto it. She made one large slap against the stool head followed by another lighter slap as it slid off the seat's limited space.
Pauline heard Conor's car door open and closed followed by some less discernible noise. Finally he said, "I'm alone now."
"You just run into a fucking bathroom?"
"No, that's not important. What's important is that somebody needs a good drain. That was a pretty meaty smack, you feel full?"
Pauline purred in response, hooking herself up to the machine. She set the pump to low and held her phone next to the hose. "I do, I think I need some professional help though. I put my nipples in the machine but they only suck so much out..."
"Well, you see the lever on the gauge?"
"Yeah, what happens if I turn it?" Pauline understood exactly what would happen.
"Well if you turn it just a smidge, it'll suck a little harder."
"I think I want it to suck a little harder."
"Then turn it up a notch."
"Mmm... I like that. I want to turn it up more."
"Hold off on that, I think you need some more stimulation to get a stronger flow." On the other side of the phone she heard clothes move and a zipper slide.
"What? Do I rub these big udders? How do I stimulate myself?" Pauline slid her pants down, holding the phone close to make sure he could hear.
