Gail bit her lip, not sure what to do. "When did it start hurting, Kirstie?"

Kirsten winced, and smiled ruefully. "Two days ago, I think. I just figured it would go away."

Karen thumped her hoof lightly against her sister's foreleg. "I thought you were kind of quiet when she was milking you last night. And it seemed like it took forever."

Kirsten looked down at her pendulous breasts, accustomed to them hanging nearly to the ground but not at all used to either one not working. "Maybe it'll be better by dinnertime."

Karen shook her head in disbelief. "You can't hold that much milk until dinnertime! And it'll just hurt worse."

Gail stroked Kirsten's shoulder. "I'm sorry, dear, I've got to tell Miss Wendy. You can't pretend nothing's wrong. I can tell your left boob is full of milk, but none of it's coming out! And the way it hurts all the time..."

"Not all the time. It just really hurts when you squeeze it. There's just kind of a dull throb the rest of the time. It's not a big deal."

Karen sighed. "Kirstie, you goof, when's the last time you had a boob get completely stopped up?"

Kirsten hesitated. "Well, umm, never, I guess."

Gail knelt by Kirsten and gave her a hug, avoiding touching her left breast. "Kirstie, I have to tell Miss Wendy. You know that, right?"

Kirsten closed her eyes. "Yeah, okay. Don't tell her it's been two days, okay? I feel a little stupid."

Wendy lowered herself carefully to the milking stool, her hand steadying her bulging tummy. "Did you try just massaging it gently for a few minutes? Just run your fingers up and down it."

Gail stammered, "I - I wasn't sure all the things to do, Miss Wendy. I never had this happen before."

Wendy reached down and lifted Kirsten's left breast, giving it a tentative squeeze. Kirsten flinched away, gritting her teeth, her eyes screwed shut tightly.

Wendy looked up. "Gail, go on and milk the rest of the girls. I need to go call Dr. Follett."

"Yes, Miss Wendy." Gail retrieved the pail from under Kirsten and hurried out, glancing back as she left the stall, her face a mask of concern.

Doc Follett, the vet, sighed and set his bag down on the living room floor. "Yes, there's definitely a blockage. I managed to get her to tell me it's been hurting for two days." He looked at Gail, who was standing quietly at the side of the room, her hands clasped behind her, her eyes down, a well-behaved slave. She usually managed to keep her shoulders back, as mindful as any slave about showing her breasts to their best advantage, but they slumped now with worry.

"You do the milking?"

Gail glanced up briefly to make sure he was talking to her, then dropped her gaze again and said quietly, "Yes, sir."

"Has it been getting harder?"

"Yes, sir. I thought maybe I wasn't doing it right, but I've been milking them for six months. And I didn't really think about it at the time, but I think sometimes yesterday she was holding her breath. And maybe gritting her teeth. But that just made me think even more that I wasn't doing it right."

Follett nodded, and said to Tom, "She can go back to work now, if you'd like."

Wendy patted Gail on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you go out and keep her company, dear?"

Gail looked relieved, as if she'd been sure she was going to be in trouble, but was still obviously concerned about Kirsten. "Yes, Miss Wendy." She turned and hurried out of the room.

Tom watched her go, then turned to the vet. "I think I know what you're going to say. This happened to one of my dad's sisters at his farm."

"So you know there's not much I can do, short of major surgery. This sort of blockage in a girlcow is much more serious than in a nursing mother." He glanced at Wendy. "I can do some minor procedures to open the channels temporarily, but the blockage will rebuild itself, and the pain will return with it. It's deep in the breast tissue, and there's no permanant fix -- not one that will get her back to normal, I mean. We'd have to shut down her milk production permanently, basically reversing the effect of the hormone that got it started."

Wendy gasped. "W-Why do you have to do that?"

Follett shrugged tiredly. "She's producing a lot of milk with nowhere for it to go. She'll also need surgery to relieve the pressure that's already built up. It'd mean a pretty extended hospital stay, and a lot of recovery time."

Wendy looked at Tom, tears starting to streak her make-up. "Kirstie's not going to go for that. You know she's not."

Tom sighed. "I know. But it's either that or eat her."

Wendy nodded. "That's what she'll want."

Tom blinked. "What, now? She's... twenty-seven. She could still live another thirteen years."

Wendy shook her head slightly, the corners of her lips twitching into a tiny smile. "You're not a woman, Tom. We're giving her a choice between feeling useless for most of her adult life, or having the kind of ending every woman dreams of all her life. She can become part of the body of everyone she cares about. Do you want to tell her you won't let her have that? That she'll have to wait for years and take the chance of losing it, like Clarissa almost did?"

Tom looked at her for a long moment, and finally nodded. "Okay, we can see if she wants to be eaten." His eyes widened suddenly, and he turned back to Follett. "Can we even do that? Is there any danger in eating her?"

"Oh, no, this doesn't affect the meat. Not even the breast meat. It's not something that could spread to the other cows if they ate her, if that's what you're thinking. Most likely she'll decide on that. It's good to hear that you give her that choice. Some owners don't. In my experience, most cows choose to be eaten in this situation, if it's up to them."

Tom nodded, and looked at Wendy. "If she says she wants a roast, when should we have it? This Saturday?"

Follett interrupted as Wendy started to reply. "Probably ought to do it sooner. Her body's going to keep producing milk for that breast. That'll cause some internal damage soon, and also hurt like a son-of-a-gun. You really should roast her tomorrow, I'd say."

Tom shot Wendy a near-panicked look. "Can we do that, sweety?"

"Why don't you call your dad, darling? I'm sure he'll have some good advice. And we might not need to. If she's willing to have the treatment..." She rubbed her face, tiredly, and walked over to Tom, putting her arm around his waist and leaning her head against his shoulder. To Follett, she explained, "We haven't done a roast here on the farm, except for barbecuing Clarissa's arms and legs. We'd talked about starting some of our own traditions for roasts, but..." She looked at Tom. "I guess we won't have much time to work out the details. Why don't we just do whatever your dad always did when you were growing up?"

"You're sure that's okay? I really did always want to have our own traditions. You and I were going to work them out together."

She put her other arm around him to make it a full hug, her expanding tummy pressed against him, and kissed his cheek. "We can still do that, honey. We'll just have to work it out a little faster. I'm sure your dad can help."

He grinned at her. "You're fantastic, sweety."

She kissed him on the lips. "We both are. If you want to see the doctor off, I'll go tell Kirsten." She turned to Follett. "Thank you very much, doctor."

"No problem. Just wish I'd had better news for you. I know you'd hate losing a milker."

"Well, we knew things like this would happen. Do you want to come to the roast?"

He looked surprised. "I'd be honored, if I can. I'll need to check my schedule."

She smiled at him. "We'll call you and let you know if it's on. I hope you can make it. Thank you again." She left, trying to decide what to say to Kirsten.

Kirsten was lying on her left side on the sleeping pad she shared with Karen. Karen was on the pad behind her, snuggling against her, and Gail was sitting on the stall floor, in front of Kirsten, absently stroking Kirsten's side as they all watched TV.

Kirsten looked up, startled, as she heard Wendy's footsteps entering the stall, the smile inspired by the comic scene on TV melting into a frown of lip-biting worry. "So what'd the vet say? I've always hated doctors. Is it going to keep hurting? If I have to take some gaggy medicine and get needles in my butt, I'm going to freak. That's why I didn't want to say anything!"

Wendy shook her head, a little amused at the tirade but trying to hide it. She felt relieved; Kirstie's resistance to even minor medical intervention helped Wendy decide how to open up the subject. "Have you got any big plans for tomorrow?"

Kirsten's nostrils flared. "I am not going to the hospital. What's Plan B?" She stared at Wendy, her jaw held firm but her lips trembling.

"Well... What do you think of being the first girlcow roasted at Tom and Wendy's?"

Kirsten's jaw dropped. Beside her she heard Karen and Gail gasp. Wide-eyed, she managed to say in a tiny voice, "For real?"

The smile that had been threatening to burst forth turned up the corners of Wendy's mouth. "Uh-huh."

"That... is... so... COOL!" She rolled onto her back so she could look up at Karen, as Karen quickly backed away to give her room. "Karen, they're going to roast me!" Her eyes were shining with excitement.

From the next stall came a screech in Gwen's voice. "WHAT??"

Kirsten shouted, "Hey, everybody! Get ready for a roast tomorrow, featuring ME!"

From all of the stalls came a clamor that gradually resolved into, "Wendy, let us out, let us see Kirstie!"

Wendy laughed. "Gail, why don't you get them all loose so they can come in here."

"Sure, Miss Wendy!" Gail lay next to Kirsten to give her a warm hug, careful to avoid touching her aching breast, then jumped up and ran out of the stall.

Wendy pulled up a milking stool and lowered herself onto it -- carrying the weight of all those babies wasn't any easier the second time around -- and tapped Kirsten's shoulder to draw her attention away from Karen's passionate kiss. "I'm sorry we need to do this so fast. I do wish we had a little longer to plan it. Is there anybody in particular you want to invite?"

"Oh, oh no, just family is fine. Oh wait!" She looked at Karen. "We should invite Judy Breslow. How long since we've seen her?" She looked back at Wendy. "She was our best friend in high school. We were like triplets, almost." She laughed gaily.

"Judy..." Something seemed to click in Wendy's mind. "Oh, I know her. I was in school with her sister. Judy's husband ate her, about a year ago. Well, not all by himself, of course."

"Judy got married?? That's great! And she got roasted before us, Kare! Well, I guess we can't have her over, then!"

"Is there anybody else?"

"Oh, how could I forget! Clarence!" In the last two months, only Karen and Kirsten had continued the weekly overnight visits with Clarence, on alternating Fridays. The other girls often said they would take a turn sometime, but none of them had maintained the level of enthusiasm Karen, in particular, still had. "You'll ask him to come, won't you? I think he has some leave time coming. He could take an afternoon off, at least. I hope he can come. Oh!" She looked suddenly worried. "Daddy's going to come, isn't he? He has to come."

"I think Tom's talking to him right now. But of course he'll come! You're his first daughter to be roasted!"

Jenny and Gwen were the first girls to come running into the stall, each trying to be the first to kiss Kirsten, who was still on her back, with Karen partly on top of her. Jenny bubbled, "Kirstie, I can't wait to taste your..." She stopped suddenly and gave Wendy a worried look. "We'll be able to eat her breasts, right?"

Wendy smiled. "The vet said they'll cook up just fine."

"Great! I umm... don't suppose there's any chance of a nipple?"

Kirsten shook her head, and looked lovingly up at Karen. "You get one, funny-face." Karen always laughed at that endearment, coming from someone who was her identical twin. Kirsten looked up at Wendy. "Would you and Tom want to split the other one? Is that okay?"

Wendy beamed. "We'd love to, Kirstie."

Monica and Jill were now trotting into the stall. As Monica ran ahead to pay affectionate respects to Kirsten, Jill stopped and looked at Wendy. "Wendy, can we have a party tonight? Out in front of the stalls?"

Wendy smiled. "I'll ask Tom, but I feel sure that'll be okay."

Jill gave her a playful, sideways look. "We'll need refreshments, you know."

Wendy laughed. "I'll see what I can come up with."

Jill turned as Clarissa and Natalie finally ran in, their joining chain jingling between them. "About time you guys got here! Party tonight!"

Natalie blinked. "What kind of party?"

"You'll see."

Kirsten bit her lip and looked up at Wendy. "You said no needles!"

Wendy knelt patiently next to Kirsten and stroked her hair. "It'll only sting for a second, dear, and then your boob will stop hurting for awhile. You don't want to feel bad for your party, do you? And Doctor Follett was nice enough to drive back out here just to give you a shot."

Kirsten looked at the syringe Follett was holding. "And that's really all it takes to make me feel better?"

Follett nodded. "For tonight, anyway. In a few more days, taking care of the pain would be the least of your problems."

Kirsten giggled. "I don't have to worry about a few more days. Tomorrow's my big day."

The vet frowned. "Now, I want you to understand I can't give you a shot within twelve hours of your roast. It would affect the taste of your breast meat, and I know you don't want that. So it'll be hurting again tomorrow."

She grinned. "Tomorrow's going to be too much fun to hurt. I'll be too excited to think about it." She took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the needle."

She gritted her teeth in anticipation, and looked at Karen, who took a step forward and kissed her, holding the kiss as the doctor jabbed the needle into Kirsten's breast, causing Kirsten to squeak in pain, then sigh in relief that it was over, her lips not letting Karen's go in the meantime. When they finally broke it off, Follett was already packing away his equipment in his bag.

"How long before it stops hurting?"

Follett snapped the latch closed on his bag. "Give it about twenty minutes."

Kirsten nodded, then smiled up at him as he stood with his bag. "Thank you, doctor. For everything. I never liked doctors, but I'll make an exception for you." She rubbed her head against his leg.

The vet patted her head and smiled. "I appreciate that."

"Can you come tomorrow?"

"I've got a couple of afternoon appointments, so I might miss the snuff, but I can come and have some of your meat later."

Kirsten beamed at him. "I'd really like that. I'll tell Tom to make sure and save a couple of ribs for you, at least."

Follett nodded. "See you tomorrow. Or what's left of you anyway."

Kirsten giggled, and waved her foreleg as he left. She looked up at Wendy. "My boob is starting to feel better. Oh!! I forgot, I was going to ask if Tom could come in here a minute. I want to find out what he was going to do with my head." She shook her head. "I'm so glad I remembered! I keep thinking I'm going to forget something really important."

Wendy rubbed her stomach and sat down tiredly on the milking stool. "We've cleared some space on the mantlepiece..."

Kirsten shook her head. "I know that's where Dad puts them, but I was thinking we might do something different here. Maybe make a display shelf out here, in the barn."

Wendy looked surprised. "You don't want to be on display in the house, for when we have visitors...?"

"I don't care about that. I want to be out here with my sisters."

Jenny, who had, like all the other girls, been left unsecured for now and had been wandering in and out of Kirsten and Karen's stall, gasped. "That's such a great idea! We'll be able to see you every day."

Kirsten nodded vigorously. "And Wendy, when your daughters are living out here, and by that time most of us will be gone..." She waved her foreleg to indicate the other girls, "They'll be able to see they're part of the history of something."

Wendy put her palm flat against her stomach, feeling the next generation of girlcows growing inside her. "That is such a sweet idea. I'll try to make sure Tom understands that."

"Oh!" Kirsten's eyes grew wider. "And tell him I don't want it way up high, like if it was on the mantlepiece in the house. You know, we're all way down here. I don't want to be up, out of reach, like I'm not in their world anymore. I want the shelf to be, like, about here, this high off the floor." She swept her foreleg across, at a height of about a foot. "I want all the girls to be able to look me in the eye when they go by."

Gwen, who had joined Jenny, trotted up and kissed Kirsten on the cheek, giggling. "We'll do more than just look, hon." She looked up at Wendy. "This is just such a perfect idea! Please, Wendy, you've got to get Tom to do it!"

Wendy held up her hand and smiled. "Okay, okay, okay. I get it."

Natalie, standing with Clarissa at the entrance to the stall, nudged her and gestured with her head to their own stall. Clarissa had been able to tell Natalie wanted to talk about something. She nodded and walked beside her back to their own place, their chain clinking between them.

Natalie looked to make sure they were out of earshot from the other girls, and said softly, "Clarissa, there's something I'm not sure I'm getting. I feel like I've gotten to know all the girls really well, but I'm a little out of it here."

Clarissa frowned. "What is it?"

Natalie looked in the direction of Kirsten's stall. "I know we're all supposed to be food eventually, and I'll go do my duty as willingly as any woman. But I'm not getting why Kirsten is so... well, happy! She's as excited as a little kid about this. I think I'd kind of... well, you know, want to live a little longer."

Clarissa shook her head and smiled sympathetically. "I think your..." She hesitated, knowing Natalie's original family was always a touchy subject. "You were brought up... maybe a little wrong. I mean... like your dad, and the way he reacted to your mom being drafted..." She stopped again, waiting for a sign that she wasn't treading on too dangerous ground.

Natalie, a small tear in her eye, nodded. "I think my... dad... he was kind of from a weird family. He was an only child. I mean, how often is it that the only kid in the family is a boy? So he didn't have any sisters. And then his mom died in a car accident when he was a kid. He got to eat her, but... I guess he didn't really get much experience with women who were close to him getting drafted, or planning a big feast at home -- normal stuff like that."

Clarissa nodded. "I suppose this is just something that's a little different from one family to another. But when I was growing up, we ate a lot of my dad's sisters, two or three of them every year. And it was always kind of a special day. The girl who's going to be eaten, well, she's the center of attention, like at her birthday -- or even better than a birthday, really, because girls from the same litter have to share that, but Dad always spaces out the snuffs so each girl has her own. Everybody listens to her and tries to do what she wants -- I mean, you know Kirstie, about the shelf for her head, a few minutes ago?" She laughed. "There's like no chance Tom's going to say no, because that's how it is with the girl who's getting snuffed. It's like she's the queen for a day. And I don't know, maybe Kirstie was worried someday Tom would do her and Karen together, so she'd have to share one more special day with Karen. Just once in her life, she gets all the attention.

"And of course, Kirstie gets to be the very first one from Tom's farm, so that makes it even more special. And maybe one other thing -- I guess Kirstie could be thinking a little about me, and what happened to me. When I was in... that place... that was all I could think about, besides wanting to be with you..." She kissed Natalie and rested her cheek against Natalie's for a moment, "Was that I wanted to get back to my family -- you, and everybody -- so I could be part of them when I died. Thinking that might not happen... well, I tried not to think about that, but when I did, it just felt so empty! All the girls here probably wonder if the same thing might happen to them. Kirstie knows for sure now where she'll end up. So I think there's some relief, because of that. So, well, you know, it's just a bunch of things."

Natalie nuzzled her cheek against Clarissa's. "I guess I understand now. And... I was just thinking, I can kind of understand why Kirstie would be glad of having her own day that she didn't have to share with Karen, but I just... well, I can't imagine not wanting to share something with you. When it's time, we'll go together, won't we? Won't we?"

Clarissa kissed her. "Of course!"

Natalie bit her lip. "And... do you still mean it, that you'll wait until I'm ready? Like you said in town that time? I know how much getting hanged means to you."

Clarissa looked straight into Natalie's eyes, and made sure she was looking back. "Listen to me. I... am... not... going... anywhere... without... you. Ever! Okay?"

Natalie grinned, and pushed Clarissa onto the sleeping pad on her back, rolling on top of her and giving her the pre-lovemaking kiss. "That's all I need to know."

Wendy finally got a moment alone with Kirsten, in her stall, when the pizza came -- the other girls gathered around Gail as she set out the drink cups and began slicing the pizza.

"Wendy, I don't want to miss the pizza, it's my last one!"

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk about. I want to make sure you understood what the vet was saying. You know you don't have to die. Dr. Follett can treat this."

Kirsten gave her a disbelieving look. "And spend the rest of my life as a dry girlcow? You think I would want to sit around and watch everybody else doing something useful that I can't contribute to? Come on."

"Kirstie, we all love you very much. We wouldn't care if you were... ahh...."

"Useless?"

Wendy shook her head vehemently. "Stop thinking that way. You'll always be part of this farm no matter what. And this family."

Kirsten gave her a can't-you-understand look. "Wendy, that's the whole point. This family means everything to me. I've got a choice between being a used-up member or being a symbol of everything we do. When my head is here in the barn, as part of our history..." She looked down at Wendy's bulging tummy. "Look -- your daughters are going to start helping out around the farm in a few years. When they come in the barn, they'll see my head, and they'll feel like they're part of something I started. I used to look at my aunts' heads on Dad's mantle, and... I just knew they were waiting for me to carry on. To be the next generation.

"Wendy, I'm a girlcow. It's what I always wanted to be. It's my whole life. I wish you could have seen how proud Daddy was when he converted Karen and me, his first daughters to start giving milk at his farm. I'm not anything if I can't do that. You're..." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "You're not going to take that away from me, are you?"

Wendy reached out and hugged Kirsten, hard. "No, Kirstie, no, of course not. I just wanted to make absolutely sure you didn't misunderstand anything."

From the murmur of conversation outside the stalls, several voices resolved themselves. "Where's Kirstie?" "She's in her stall with Wendy." "Come on, Wendy, you can't have Kirstie all to yourself." "Kirstie, get it while it's still hot!"

Wendy reached into her shirt pocket and retrieved a hanky, to dry Kirsten's eyes. "Ready?"

Kirsten sighed with profound relief. "For pizza? You kidding?" She giggled and trotted out to join the girls, all of whom converged on her trying to be the first to kiss her cheek. She laughed, and turned to look up at Wendy, winking at her.

"Are you sure?"

Clarissa kissed Natalie. "Of course I'm sure. It's Kirstie's last night. I want her to know what I feel like when you do that to me."

In front of them, Kirsten's fast, high pitched moans indicated she was near orgasm. She was on her back, with Gwen on top of her, facing the opposite direction, as they lapped at each other's pussies. Monica and Jill, who'd already finished doing Kirsten, each kept an eye on the action in front of them as they lay together, bumping their hips together and occasionally taking a swig of each other's milk, giggling and licking it off each other's lips. Jenny was whispering encouragement to Gwen, while Gail sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her shins, laughing and occasionally licking her lips, her pussy dribbling. Karen stood back a bit, watching her other sisters taking their turns pleasuring her partner. Wendy had gone back to the house to feed the babies and get them into bed.

Two hours earlier, after the miniscule remains of the pizza had been cleared away, Jill, her eyes shining, had looked around and asked, "So who gets to do Kirstie first?" Kirsten interrupted the laughter. "Wait! Before we get started on that, I'm offering a prize!"

"Huh?" "What kind of prize?"

"Well, I've already said Karen gets one of my nipples, and Tom and Wendy are going to split the other. And of course, Tom and Wendy and Dad are going to share my pussy. But I've got one more thing..."

Several girls shouted together, "The butterfly!!" Everyone laughed.

In their last year in high school, Karen had stayed home with a cold one night as Kirsten had gone out for the evening with Judy Breslow. To her father's irritation, when he discovered it a few months later when he converted her, she had returned home with a tattoo of a small butterfly on her right buttock. She had tried, in the intervening months before their conversion, to persuade Karen to get an identical one, but somehow she never got around to it.

"Yes! Okay, listen: whoever makes me come the hardest gets the butterfly tomorrow! The sole judge will be ME! Karen's not going to be in the contest, because she's already getting a nipple, and because Wendy said she and I could spend tonight together in the house, and because she really knows exactly how to drive me totally nuts after all these years, so it really wouldn't be fair. Now, don't worry about my boob, because I can't feel anything there right now. Of course, licking it won't do you much good, so keep that in mind too. Okay, who's first?"

Kirsten winced as the girls all shouted "ME!" in unison, apparently feeling there would be a distinct advantage in having the first session. She giggled and looked around.

Gail asked, "Am I part of this?"

"Of course you're part of this. And Natalie, don't even ask..." She managed to cut off Natalie before she could speak. "You know you're my sister."

Natalie felt warmth flowing over her body, as always when her place as a family member was made clear.

Now, two hours later, only Natalie and Clarissa were left to take their turns. Though Kirsten had avoided making any comments on the current standings, it seemed clear that Gail was in the lead so far; while rubbing her pussy on Kirsten's face, she had used her fingers, wandering playfully in and out of Kirsten's pussy, to tease her to a full-body-spasming orgasm. The girls had been fascinated, all watching closely so they could remember what to ask Gail to do to them the next time they played with her, none of them objecting that Gail was competing unfairly with extra body parts none of them had.

As Kirsten, still on her back, a tired but very satisfied smile on her face, had looked up at Clarissa and Natalie, Clarissa cleared her throat and said, "Natalie's going next, then me."

Natalie bit her lip. "I am?"

Clarissa bumped her hip against her partner's. "Go on."

Natalie giggled self-consciously and ambled over to hover above Kirsten, Clarissa necessarily following her and standing a few feet to the side. "Umm... okay, lift your hind legs way up."

"Like this?"

"Yeah." Natalie spread her own hind legs a little wider and pressed her inner thighs against Kirsten's, forcing Kirsten's hind legs still farther up and back, pinning them against her sides, leaving her pussy very open and exposed. "Put your forelegs along your sides." She nodded as Kirsten gave her a questioning look after doing so, then anchored her front hooves just outside Kirsten's forelegs, pinning them against her sides as well.

Kirsten wriggled. "I can't even move. I hope you're planning to do all the work."

Natalie smiled as she began rubbing her pussy against Kirsten's, feeling the slickness as their juices mingled, and the prickling of their bushes as they rubbed. "That's the idea."

Natalie began thrusting with her hips, bearing down as hard as she could against Kirsten's pussy with a jerky rhythm. After establishing the motion, she lowered her head and, very softly, began lightly licking her right nipple. With Clarissa she usually alternated nipples periodically, but she knew there was no point doing anything with Kirsten's left breast.

Kirsten's jaw dropped open and she squeezed her eyes closed, trying to resolve the symphony of sensations rippling through her body. Each downward thrust of Natalie's mound against her own locked their pussies together so firmly it felt as though Natalie was actually going inside her, nearly making it feel as though Natalie had an extra body part girls aren't usually equipped with; meanwhile the soft brushing of Natalie's tongue on her nipple, like the wings of the butterfly whose possession was the subject of the contest, sent an electrical current down her body, unaccountably making her buttocks tingle and adding to the intensity of the hard pussy-lip kisses. It felt as if at least two, maybe three or four lovers were lavishing all their erotic attention on her body at once, and the immobilizing of all of her legs against her made her feel not so much trapped, but instead completely possessed by all of these lovers.

Clarissa looked around and grinned at the sight of every one of her sisters, including Gail, staring open-mouthed at Natalie and Kirsten, both of them grunting hoarsely, Natalie with effort, Kirsten with half-hearted efforts to wriggle herself loose of Natalie's hold -- part of her wanting to be free to pull Natalie against her and kiss her deeply, while part of her wanted nothing to change, ever, so this feeling could go on endlessly.

Kirsten's body glistened with sweat as her grunts came faster and rose in pitch. In just minutes, her back arched and she let out a high-pitched "Eeeeee!!" as her body shook from head to hooves with orgasm. Natalie rode along with her as the spasms slowly subsided, finally giving Kirsten the kiss she had wanted.

As the others looked on, silent and awestruck, Kirsten panted, "Where... did... you... learn... to... do... that?"

Natalie backed off a little and lay on Kirsten, with her head cradled in the valley between her breasts. "I kind of got the idea from that thing Jenny showed me, behind the barn. Clarissa and I can't get far enough apart to do it that way anymore, so I came up with this instead." She giggled, smiling up at Clarissa from where she lay.

Kirsten looked up at Clarissa and smiled. "You've really got your work cut out if you want to beat that."

Clarissa shook her head and laughed. "I'm not even going to try. I was thinking of just kind of a quiet goodbye. Let me get on her, sweety," she said nudging Natalie.

Exhausted, Natalie rolled to the far side, and Clarissa stretched herself full length on top of Kirsten, their breasts squashing against each other, immediately becoming slick with leaking milk. She kissed Kirsten's lips, both cheeks, her nose, and lips again. "I'll think about you every day."

Kirsten giggled, returning Clarissa's kisses. "You better. My head's gonna be right here."

"Even better, you'll be inside me. I'm so glad I got to be here for this." Clarissa rarely talked about her time in captivity with the other girls.

"I'm glad I'll be inside you. Maybe I'll make you a little wilder."

"Just make me love better."

Kirsten smiled, and shook her head. "Couldn't possibly."

The girls, including Clarissa and Kirsten, heard the footsteps approaching, and looked to the barn door as Wendy looked in. "How's it coming?"

Clarissa said, "Are you taking her to the house?"

Wendy nodded. "Tom and I are ready for bed."

"Give me five more minutes. I want one big kiss."

Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Sounds worth waiting for." She nodded.

Clarissa looked down at Kirsten. "One to remember always." She fastened her lips against Kirsten's and held them, feeling their warmth and softness, feeling her sister's heart beating under hers. After what must have been the full five minutes, but seemed both much longer and not long enough, she broke off the kiss, and smiled at Kirsten. "See you tomorrow, okay?"

Kirsten gave her one last quick peck before Clarissa rolled off her. "Okay. In very edible condition." All the girls laughed. She rolled over and got up on her hooves as Karen sidled up to her.

She looked around to all of them, as they stood facing her. "Tomorrow's going to be pretty busy, and I don't know what's happening when. In case I don't get a chance to say this tomorrow, I love all of you dearly. You're the best family I could ever have been in." A tear ran down her cheek, and she swiped at it with her foreleg. "Shit, I wasn't going to do that."

"So who gets the butterfly?" Monica asked.

Kirsten laughed. "Natalie, of course. Couldn't you tell?"

Clarissa bumped Natalie's hip with her own. "I knew you'd get it." Natalie shrugged and giggled.

Wendy signalled to Kirsten and Karen, and left the barn. Kirsten blew all the girls a kiss as she followed Wendy.

Kirsten's jaw dropped. "I didn't know you meant we could sleep in your bed! Where are you guys going to be?"

Wendy smiled. "The living room sofa folds out into a bed. We're almost getting used to it."

Karen was equally stunned. "Thank you SO much! Ummm..." She could barely see the surface. "I think we might need a little help getting into it." She put her right foreleg tentatively on the downturned sheet.

"I can get you up there. Wait, Karen, there's one thing I want to do first." Facing away from the bed, Wendy bent down to reach for the surface of the bed behind, as though she were going to sit on it, but instead slowly lowered herself to sit on the floor, grunting with effort, using her hand at the end to steady her stomach.

Kirsten squinted at her. "Wendy, what are you doing?"

Wendy smiled and unfastened the two buttons that held her tent-like pullover shirt closed at the collar. "Well, the party tonight was the girls' chance to say goodbye to you and show you how much you mean to them. Tomorrow the men get a turn -- oh, I didn't get a chance to tell you, I talked to your dad tonight, and he'll be here, and Clarence is coming too -- anyway, this is my chance to do it." She pulled the shirt off over her head, and shrugged out of the nursing bra. Her breasts, though larger than they had been before her first pregnancy, were not at all of girlcow dimensions, but they looked soft, full, and very inviting, resting just above the much larger basketball-shaped bulge of her stomach. As Kirsten gawked at her, she made a beckoning gesture.

In a hushed voice, almost a whisper, Kirsten stammered, "B-But it's, it's, for the babies!"

Wendy's smiled widened. "We've been getting them onto regular food lately. Abby and Ashley like strained apricots, and Annie's really partial to peaches. Adrienne likes those squashed peas -- I guess she doesn't understand they're such a pukey color." She giggled. "They're still nursing, but they don't need as much anymore. Actually, Tom gets a lot of it." She winked at them. "So I've got some extra. Now it's for you."

Kirsten looked quickly back and forth between Karen and Wendy several times. As accustomed as she was to seeing her sisters naked, and being so herself, still, this was Wendy, and being in her bedroom with her, seeing her undressed above the waist, especially in her current condition, made Kirsten feel she was somewhere she shouldn't be. Only the feeling of not wanting to offend Wendy made her creep forward. "Ummm... K-Karen too?"

Wendy beamed at Karen. "Sure," she said, and widened her arms to include Karen in the come-here gesture.

Both girls came forward slowly, each tentatively opening her mouth and taking in one of Wendy's nipples. As she started to suck, and the warm, sweet milk squirted into her mouth, Kirsten was conscious of it feeling very different from doing it with Karen, or any of the other girls. While providing useful nourishment, it was primarily a mode of sexual intimacy with her sisters. This was... different.

As she continued sucking and swallowing, feeling the side of Karen's head next to hers doing the same, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She had no memory of nursing from her mother, but knew it must have felt like this. As Wendy's hand slowly stroked the back of her head, a feeling of complete peace came over her, of being wrapped in a warm, soft blanket, a knowledge that she was under the protection of someone who would provide for all of her needs.

She could only guess at what Wendy was feeling, as two fully-grown women, older than herself, suckled at her breasts. She imagined that Wendy indeed probably thought of herself, consciously or not, as the mother of all the cows in the barn. To Kirsten, this seemed the perfect way for Wendy to show how much she loved her.

After a few minutes, somehow she and Karen felt together that it was time to stop. They both looked up at Wendy, and saw the same beatific expression on her face they knew they must have on their own. Kirsten hardly noticed when Wendy bent forward and kissed her. She kissed Karen as well, as Kirsten said in a tiny voice, "Thank you."

Wendy ruffled her hair, then looked around. "Talk about needing help getting up..."

Kirsten looked at her helplessly. "Should we go get Tom?"

"No, just stand there and hold steady." She put a hand on each of their backs, preparing to lever herself upward.

Kirsten was struck by the sudden opportunity. "Wendy, wait, wait. While you're still sitting here, there's just one more thing." She lowered her head and kissed Wendy's tummy. "I won't be around to see them born. Would you tell them I did that?"

Wendy beamed at her. "Absolutely."

Karen snuggled in closer to Kirsten, wanting to fix in her mind the feel of Kirsten's warm, soft skin against her own. The unaccustomed feeling of the blanket over them and cushiony mattress under them added to the feeling of closeness. "You awake, Kissy?" For the first time in years, she used her childhood name for her sister.

Kirsten grunted sleepily, "Mmm-hm."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Still half asleep, Kirsten muttered, "Where?"

"Do you want me to be cooked with you, silly?"

Kirsten came farther awake. For several moments, she looked into Karen's eyes, and finally shook her head. "That's so sweet, but no." She kissed her.

"You sure?"

"Funny-face, you're only twenty-seven. Think of all the milk you'll make in, what, thirteen years. There's a reason we're exempt from the draft. There just aren't enough women who want to do what we do. I don't know why." Her right hind leg, caught between both of Karen's, rubbed Karen's pussy idly. "We make more food in our lives than any hundred women who only give their meat..."

"I know, I know. I just thought if I didn't ask, maybe you'd be mad and think I didn't care..."

Kirsten kissed her again to stop her, laughing softly. "You nut! I love you! And I love thinking about being inside you, getting digested and being part of your body! You want that, don't you?"

Karen grinned. "I want you inside me forever. Just don't start rearranging all the organs, okay?"

Kirsten choked off a high-pitched giggle by burying her face against Karen's shoulder. "I better not wake up Tom and Wendy."

"I think they might be expecting us to make some noise in here. Want to?" She started to roll on top of Kirsten.

"Oh, wait, my boob's kind of hurting. Move over just a little, yeah, like that, stay on the other side of it."

"This okay?" Karen shifted slightly.

"Mmmm, yeah. Better than okay." They kissed for a long time, their hips moving against each other slowly at first, the excitement building very gradually.