"Okay, so what do you want me to do?" Mariah asked as she sat up, swallowing a cold lump in her throat.


"There's a mooking- milking machine in that closet over there." Maddie pointed to a closed door with a black tipped finger. "And there should be a long enough cord tooo plug into any socket in the roooom." Maddie sighed, blushing in embarrassment by how much her “cow-side” seemed to be coming out. “I’mmm sorry for all the mmmMMMOOOOOing— ahem, I can’t control it and it happens mmMMMOOOoore the bigger I get.” Even when I think about my udder filling up and…getting swollen with milk. Maddie gently stroked one of her teats, causing droplets to form on the tip.


“Got it." Mariah waved a hand in the air to dismiss Maddie’s concern, getting up and stretching, glancing to see if Maddie was looking, and went to go get the machine. It was an odd contraption: a red trolly with a motor behind a pair of plastic, two-and-half-gallon jars. Both of those jars were attached to a long hose that had four tubes, each one wide enough to hold a few tennis balls at least.


Mariah wheeled the machine over to Maddie and plugged it in.


"What now?" Mariah asked.


"Moookay, now place each of those suction tuoobes over my… my teats, and turn it on." Maddie instructed. Mariah did as she was told and the motor whirred to life. Her eyes widened at the initial gush of milk that was sucked from Maddie's thick teats. Speaking of Maddie, her face went from a blush of pink to almost red, and there were wet splotches rapidly spreading on her shirt. Errant ‘mmm’s’ filling the silences between her mooing.


"Mmuh- Mooriah, do you mind if I drink from mooself?" Maddie almost begged, her voice quivering. It took a while for Mariah to register what Maddie meant.


“G— Go ahead." Mariah choked back a full on stutter, actively gawking at Maddie. She could almost feel her stare intensify when she saw Maddie take off her shirt. Her breasts spilling out and dropping down on top of her udder. Using both hands, Maddie hefted her right breast and latched on to her dripping nipple once she managed to find it. Mariah felt somewhat uneasy just standing and watching her and considered walking away until she heard Maddie's voice.


"Hey, ummm, wooould you please tend to my other breast? It's leaking tooooo." Maddie asked.


Mariah nodded, her eyes wide, and went to the kitchen. Coming back with a large pot, she sat by the unoccupied breast and looked over it. The entire thing was a pale pink, and probably warm, she thought. "So what do I do?" Mariah asked, looking up to Maddie, who was already drinking from her breast. She pulled it out of her mouth to explain, white beads of milk dripped over her plump lips, dribbling down her chin and into her canyon-like cleavage.


"Okay, yooou grab the area around the nipple," Maddie demonstrated, aiming inside the pot. "squeeze it, and puooOOLL!!” Multiple streams of milk sprayed and dribbled out of the acorn-sized nipple. Maddie repeated this a couple more times, mooing loudly and panting before asking Mariah if she understood what to do.


"Yeah." Mariah answered. With that, it was handed over to her. It felt warm and hefty in Mariah's hands, flesh puffing between her fingers. Mariah guided Maddie's breast over the pot and began to milk her. She still had her qualms about doing this (especially when she heard Maddie express her muffled "enjoyment") but she continued to slowly fill the pot with her friend's milk.


Eventually, a blaring series of beeps disrupted Mariah's milking rhythm. Before she could say anything, Maddie pulled her breast out of her mouth again.


"Okay, now that mmmeans the jars are almost fuooll." Maddie explained, pointing to them. Mariah understood what to do and walked over to the milking machine to turn it off. Mariah also pulled the suction tubes off of Maddie's teats, which were still briskly dripping in despite being relieved of almost five gallons of milk.


Speaking of which... Mariah thought and turned to Maddie. "Hey Maddie, what do you want me to do with this milk?"


"Hold on, let me get some paper and a pen." Maddie said as she pulled down her soggy shirt and waddled to her kitchen. A while later, Maddie came back with a piece of paper, ready to hand it over to Mariah.


"Tell them Mmooddie —ahem— Maddie sent you."


"But where does this go?" Mariah asked, taking the slip from Maddie. It read: 2275 Pommercy Street.


"A mmmmilk bank near the hospital. They'll know what to do from there." Maddie said. Mariah didn't know why Maddie was being a bit vague about this, but she decided to go along with it.


"Now these jars have screw-on caps like water bottles. The individual lids are kept in this little box right here." Maddie continued, pointing to a metal pouch the size of a fist. It took a bit before Mariah realized that Maddie was telling her how to disconnect the milk jugs from the rest of the machine.


"Oh!" Mariah said when it clicked together for her. On her knees, she unscrewed the caps that were part of the milking machine and replaced them with the lids from the box. She stood up, grabbed the handles on the sides of one of the jugs, and began walking to the door.


“Yoooou don't have to go there now." Maddie said, almost pitifully.


"Oh no, I don't mind doing it." Mariah smiled back. "Besides, I might as well know what to do in case I have to milk you again."


"Well, okay then. See yoooOOOu later." Maddie covered her mouth and blushed in embarrassment again.


With that, Mariah loaded up the jugs of milk in her car, gave Maddie a side hug, input the address in her phone, and drove off.


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It turned out that the hospital she was supposed to go to wasn't in Westfield like Mariah thought it was. Instead, it was on the edge of a neighboring town about thirty minutes away. Mariah pulled up to a single-story building and walked in. The waiting room was empty, with chairs and small tables lining the walls.


"Hello," she said to a woman at the front desk. "I have some breast milk to donate. Is this the right place for that?"


"Uh-huh."


"All right, just let me get it out of my car." A few minutes later, Mariah had lugged in the jars of milk.


"I'm sorry ma'am, we only accept human breast milk." The receptionist said, eying up the gallons of milk brought in. Mariah didn't know what to say to that; sure, the milk did come from a human, but it was from an udder instead of a breast. Still, Maddie told her that this was the place she needed to go to.


"Can I at least talk to one of the doctors here?" Mariah asked. The receptionist huffed and started dialing a number on her office phone.


"Dr. Sanderson, there's a lady here who's trying to donate cows' milk to us— You'll what?" The nurse asked, obviously baffled by something said on the other end. "He'll be in here shortly."


A few moments later, a man in his late thirties walked in. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw the two jars by Mariah's feet.


"Hello, I’m Dr. Sanderson.” He introduced himself. "Let's go to my office. May I help you with one of these?"


"Sure. I'm Mariah Kinsley, by the way." Mariah shook his hand before picking up the other jug and following him. "I'm just here to donate some milk. I don't need a check-up."


"I know. I just have a few questions." The doctor said and opened the door to his office for Mariah.


"Like what?" Mariah sat in a chair.


"Do you happen to know anyone named Maddie Bell, by any chance?"


"Yeah, she's my best friend, why? Do you know her?”


"She was transferred over here from a hospital in Westfield several months ago. I must admit that she's rather unique, if you don't mind me saying that."


"It's fine. So what are you doing?" Mariah asked. The doctor looked a bit puzzled. "Are you developing a cure for her or something?"


Dr. Sanderson nodded when he caught on. "We would be, but it's been months since we last saw her. In fact, this is the first time we've received any milk from her for weeks."


"Why's that?"


"No one's come in with any." The doctor replied, and proceeded to switch subjects before Mariah could say anything. "Now I'm just going to take these in the back to separate the cow's milk from the human milk, and I'll be back with some fresh jars for Maddie to use back home."


"What's with the milk separation?" Mariah inquired.


"So that the human milk can be donated back into the milk bank. The rest we just examine or throw out." Dr. Sanders explained. "Anyways, once I get the new jars, you'll be ready to go."


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Mariah arrived back at Maddie's house late in the afternoon and knocked on the door. She waited a minute or so before knocking again.


"I'm commmming!" She faintly heard from the other side. Another minute later, Maddie opened the door, her face noticeably flushed, almost sweaty, in fact. Not only that, but she wasn't wearing the same clothes as earlier. “I was wondering whether to expect you back tonight or not.”


“Of course I’d come back! A doctor gave me some fresh jars for your milk machine." Mariah explained. "I could go ahead and hook them up for you if you want."


"That would be great." Maddie said, backing up to let Mariah in. She let Mariah connect the jars to her milking machine while she went to the kitchen. Moments later, she came back carrying a glass and a pitcher of milk.


"Moo you want to try the milk you expressed from me this afternoooon?” She offered the glass to Mariah, who had just finished hooking up the empty jars.


"Sure." Mariah said after giving it some thought. She took a tentative sip and was pleasantly surprised. “Oh!” The milk was very sweet, yet it had a touch of creaminess that kept it from tasting tart. “Oh god, that’s good.” After drinking the initial glassful, Mariah asked for refills until the entire pitcher was empty.


"So I guess you liked it, moo?" Maddie asked with a wide smile.


“It's great!” Mariah exclaimed. Part of her still wanted more, but she knew she had enough.


"It tastes a lot better when it's fresh." The way Maddie said that sounded so innocent and inviting.


Mariah remembered her muffled moaning from earlier that day, was she asking her to make her feel that way too? "I'm sure it is…” Mariah trailed off, fixated on Maddie’s round, fat ass as she bent over putting the milk back in the fridge, her tail flicking around her thick thighs — “I uh…better head home now.”


"Oh, okay. Well, thank yooou for helping mmme out."


"No problem. So, um... would you want me to do this to you— Do this tomorrow to you— I mean, tomorrow? good??”


Madde giggled at Mariah’s stammering, blushing from second hand embarrassment. ”Would you? I don't really have anyone to milk moo regularly enough." She asked with a slight pleading tone in her voice.


"Sure, I guess. Around the same time?" Mariah asked, to which Maddie nodded. "All right, see you then, Maddie."


As Mariah left, Maddie waved goodbye with a huge smile on her face, clearly excited for tomorrow's milking. Mariah felt kind of excited too. While she was simply willing to do anything to help Maddie, this had enough implications and undercurrents that Mariah was left awake in bed overthinking each and every one of them.


Later, as she slept Mariah dreamt of drinking Maddie’s milk, this time fresh from the source. A warm, tingling feeling washed over her as she envisioned sucking on Maddie’s massive, pillowy— Mariah felt like she was falling as she woke up next to her bed on the floor, wrapped in a blanket cocoon. She wriggled and squirmed, slowly unfurling the blanket, with one hand free she was able to yank the blanket off of her, and seeing that her other hand was tucked under her underwear, she wiggled her fingers and retrieved her hand, feeling how slick they were. Mariah rose up from the floor and fell back into bed, but not before sticking her two wet fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean. She felt the heat in her face as a vision of Maddie came back to her, with her breasts dripping with milk.