Big Jake

This is a One-off I put together in celebration of the Year of the Ox! It's turned out to be one of the longer stories I've done, so I hope you enjoy it!

All characters are +18

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The low hum of the machinery in the wooden barn was being smothered by the much louder *tsss - chss* sounds of the hydraulic pumps, and the moans of pleasure coming from the cows in the barn.

It was milking time.

Jenny walked along the central aisle of her barn to inspect her cows, and was pleased with what she saw. Jenny was a cow-farmer and she looked the part. She had the look of the 'girl-next-door' about her, with a cute button nose and freckles across her cheeks, on a face that was encircled by her long curly locks of deep red hair.

Her body was average for a woman of 26; slender, but clearly strong from her laborious farmwork, with small breasts and a strong behind. When Jenny looked at her cows, she was often reminded how glad she was to have a small chest so it didn't get in the way of her work. She was dressed in a red flannel shirt that was tied up under her bust, and a pair of denim short shorts, as well as some wellington boots and a baseball cap.

The barn was laid out as a long open space with a large pumping machine at one end and the door at the other, with 8 stalls like that of a horse's on either side. In the stalls were some padded sections for comfortable seating, so the cows could relax as their mammary glands got drained by the groaning machines that surrounded them.

The tubes connected to their teats all ran up to be strung along the ceiling, and they went off into the second barn next door that had the containment tanks for all the milk the cows produced, and they produced a lot; Jenny originally had the tanks at the end of the barn next to the machine that ran the milking pumps. But now, with more cows with bigger mammaries, she needed to have the tanks in their own barn.

The cows that Jenny farmed, however, weren't the kind of cows you'd find grazing in a field, or being slaughtered for steaks. In fact, they weren't actually cows at all. They were human women that carried a rare genetic trait.

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A long, long time ago it was found that some women had a randomly occurring trait in their DNA which meant they could lactate even when they weren't pregnant, and there was a connection between how large their breasts were and the volume of milk produced. It was also found that the milk these women produced was absolutely delicious; it tasted amazing in teas and coffees, and worked much better than dairy milk for cooking and cheese/yoghurt making.

Before long a market arose for this kind of milk, and demand required supply. Women with the trait would be hired to work on farms as 'hu-cows', where they would be milked. It was a good gig; they were given a place to live on the farm, plenty of free time outside of being milked, and good pay. Not to mention, the milking process was very sensual, often causing the women to orgasm as they were drained.

Back then though, the women looked like normal women. They would be tall, short, fat, thin. Some would have bigger breasts that created more milk, some would be smaller with less milk, but given how rare the trait was the farms that employed them would take what they could get. However that changed when people realised what happened when women with this particular genetic trait had children with men that had the same trait.

These men didn't lactate, obviously, but instead were very productive in the semen department. They had prostates that were larger than usual, and their genitals would often be larger than average too. Again, like the women and their milk, the larger a man's penis and testicles were would mean he would produce more semen, that was thicker and more virile. It didn't take long before it was found that if a man like that impregnated a woman with the trait, their child would grow up and be even bigger than their parents, and the bigger the parents, the bigger the child.

Soon, milk farms would pay enticing extra bonuses to their hu-cows to get knocked up by a man with the trait, as long as if their child was female they would have the sole employment rights to them. This was a long term investment for the farms as the hu-cows would only be eligible for work when they turned 18. Many women who were already looking to have kids took up the offer, enticed by the financial bonus and the promise of employment for their child, and the process would more often than not repeat with their kids when they reached 18 and got employed as another hu-cow. It also had a secondary function for the farms, as pregnant hu-cows produced even more milk, and the extra milk their mammaries made was even sweeter than their normal produce.

Eventually there were whole dynasties of hu-cows that would stay with a farm, each generation having bigger breasts than the last. However, as is to be expected, half of the time the women would have a boy instead of a girl, and so a new industry popped up that would employ those boys when they turned 18 to breed with lots of hu-cows to make even bigger hu-cows, and as the men came to be known, hu-studs.

This system of hu-cows and hu-studs snowballed as more farms wanted in on the action, and those that were doing it wanted even bigger breasts on their hu-cows for more milk per hu-cow, while still only paying one salary. The women got bigger and bigger breasts, while the men got bigger and bigger penises and testicles from generation to generation. Most importantly, the bigger a man's penis was, the larger the effect for their offspring, and the same went for women's breasts, so everyone wanted the biggest hu-cows and hu-studs they could get for the best breeding results.

Fortunately as the sizes began to reach an inhuman scale, people realised that the hu-cows, along with their now huge boobs, were 'stretchy' enough to be able to actually still take a hu-stud's penis in their vagina, seemingly regardless of the sheer sizes they could reach.

With all the benefits that came from this industry, it came with a dark side. In their constant capitalistic greed, the farm businesses that worked in the hu-cow/hu-stud industry pooled their resources to try to make more money. They lobbied the government and ran media pushes to erode the rights that the hu-cows and hu-studs had, in an attempt to make even more cash. Constant reinforcement from their media efforts stopped people from referring to them as 'hu-cows' or 'hu-studs', or even people. Before long, they were just 'cows' and 'studs'.

Along with this shift in public perception they pushed to remove many of the cows and studs worker's rights. The biggest turning point was when the lobbyists pushed forward legislation that identified the studs and cows as 'non-human' and, to be honest, no one could really argue the point. By that time, the cows had breasts that were the size of beach-balls, and the studs had penises that reached their knees, sometimes even the floor! To most they seemed obscene and grotesque, so reclassifying them into 'livestock' was depressingly easy.

Now, in the time that Jenny's farm existed, a long time had passed since that turning point. All the cows that lived on farms across the country were used to their lot in life, and actually quite enjoyed it. They spent their days either being milked in orgasmic bliss, or simply relaxed in their quarters with the other cows. It was a calm, contented, and sexually fulfilling life, and they knew no other way of living. For the studs it was a similar life relaxing in their farm housing, or being masturbated to collect their cum. Strangely, as well as being used for breeding, their cum was found to be useful in products for lubricating machinery and for beauty products.

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Jenny sighed as she looked at her livestock. She looked down the line at all of her excellent milk producers, and while she was pleased with what she saw, she knew deep down she wanted more from them. In all 16 stalls there was a cow tied to the wall in their respective milking devices, with the milking pump connected to their nipples to draw out that profitable boob nectar.

Jenny's cows were mostly from the last generation of cows, bar one. By this point, all the cows were around the same size at 5'6", a size that was found to give the best balance between them using too much water for their body instead of their milk production, or using too little. Aside from this, they all had different but equally pretty faces, and various styles and colours of hair. However most people ignored their hair and focused on their bust.

Each of the 15 women, all aged between 25 and 38, had boobs that measured 5 feet in diameter, with large areolas and nipples the size of grapefruits. When standing, their tits were almost as tall as them, and it meant walking around the farm while not in the machines was a slow and tiring process involving a lot of dragging and pushing.

The 16th and final woman was a different story. As the newest and youngest cow belonging to Jenny, being only 18 years old, she was from the latest generation of cows and as a result she had the largest bust of any of the cows at her farm. Jenny walked over to her stall and leant on the barrier between her and the cow, and gazed lovingly at her prized beast.

Her breasts were both bigger than her at 6 feet in diameter each, and her nipples were like honeydew melons. Like the other cows, the tubes that were suctioned onto her teats were furiously flowing with her milk, but this cow seemed to be enjoying the sensations even more. While most of the cows were left to their own devices as they were milked, Jenny found this particular cow was easier to deal with if she gave her a proper vibrating dildo so she could masturbate while she was milked.

"Oh Brittany, you're going to make me a lot of money," Jenny murmured dreamily, looking at her prized cow. As she spoke she felt a slight buzz in her shorts and she pulled her phone from her pocket to check her notifications, seeing she'd just got an email.

It was from the stud farm a few towns over, confirming her appointment for tomorrow. She quietly punched the air in excitement and put her phone away, ready to return to the farmhouse. If tomorrow went well, her cows were going to make more than a lot of money. If she was going to win that competition, she needed this appointment.

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"You must be Jenny, from that farm over the 'ill?" the man said in a thick West-Country farmers accent as he greeted the fellow farm owner. He was a young man; dark hair, brown eyes, clean shaven. Looked no older than 20, and was wearing some plastic waders over a plain t-shirt. Jenny felt right at home with this farmboy, while she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. "Name's Phil, me Ma runs this place. This farm's been breeding livestock for years, and I can assure you we've got the very best."

The two were standing by Jenny's car after he'd come to meet her, and she could see the farm up the road. It was just a handful of buildings: a farm house which Phil and his mother presumably lived in, two large gunmetal grey barns, and a garage with a couple of large trucks. "I've been told this place is good for studs, that's why I asked to see you," Jenny explained, and Phil nodded.

"Aye, we've won 'Best in Show' 4 years running at the county fair, and that's just the start of it!" Phil laughed a little after he spoke, but quickly held his tongue. "I suppose you'll be wantin' to see the livestock right away?" Jenny nodded and followed as the farmhand led her to one of the barns.

Phil pushed the metal door open and the two stepped inside, and Jenny was amazed at what she saw. Like her cow barn back home, there were 8 stalls each side of a central walkway, but unlike hers there were no cows in the building. Instead, each stall had a stud inside. Well, 'stall' was maybe a little off the mark. They looked more like small rooms, each with a comfy chair and a television, and each had a large drain in the corner with some LCD numbers displayed above them.

The noise was unlike anything Jenny had heard in a farm too. The barn was filled with the sounds of slapping and fapping, the sounds of squirting and splating, and the sounds of... well... porn. There was a constant sound of porn echoing around the barn, and Jenny could see why.

In each of the stalls, the studs were jacking off! She walked over to the stall nearest to her and took a gander. The stud inside was sitting in the chair and was a sight to behold. He was 6'0", had short shaved dark hair and a fit body, but Jenny's focus was on his crotch. His cock was about 4 feet long and as thick as his thigh, and his balls were like watermelons, hanging between his legs.

As he was sitting, he had both hands around his dick and was jerking off, watching a porno on the television in his stall. Jenny looked on in fascination as his balls tensed up and he came, shooting gooey spunk up and onto the floor, where it slowly seeped down into the drain in the corner. As it did, the LCD numbers slowly ticked up, and the stud began to masturbate again.

"Impressive, ain't he?" Phil said, leaning in towards Jenny. "We used to have some milking machines like you have for the cows, but it just hurt their dicks and pissed 'em off. Now we put 'em in their stall, lock the door, and say they can leave when they've filled enough of the tank with their stuff." As he explained this, he pointed at the numbers above the drain.

"They need to give us 20 gallons before they can go back to their quarters, and they normally do it in a couple of hours. Dunno why they bother going back though, they just jerk off in their rooms too." Jenny wondered as she looked at the stud, what it must be like. To be so overwhelmed by how much cum your nuts produce that you spend every waking hour jerking off, or if you're lucky, fucking some cow. It was bizarre to her.

"Feel free to take a look at each of the studs, they're all in perfect health. My Ma'll be here soon, she can go over prices and the like." With that, Phil walked back to the door and took a seat, checking his phone.

Jenny walked up and down the barn to check out each of the 16 studs. They all seemed to be about the same; cocks were 4-5 feet long, balls were all huge, and they were all masturbating without end. Jenny took some notes on her phone and sighed as she did. She was told this place had the best, but these all seemed pretty average for studs these days.

As Jenny was inspecting one of the studs, she heard the door at the far end of the barn open and close, and saw a woman walk in. She was an older woman, looking to be about 50, but she was still quite attractive. She had a plain grey t-shirt and some jeans with boots on, with a green rubber apron covering her front, and her silver hair was tied up in a functional bun.

Jenny walked over and greeted the woman. "You must be Phil's mother?" she asked, and the woman nodded.

"Aye, name's Beth. I hear you're looking for a stud, best there is. That right?" Jenny nodded, and the woman smiled. "So what do you think?"

Jenny shrugged her shoulders and looked around the barn. "Your studs are wonderful, don't get me wrong, but I was told you had the best of the best. A proper prizewinner!" She was apprehensive to speak her mind, not wanting to offend the fellow farm owner, but she also didn't want to leave having purchased a sub-par stud out of social embarrassment.

Beth raised an eyebrow and smirked, seeing a sincerity in Jenny's assessment. "A prizewinner, hm?" Phil, be a good lad and get the keys to the cellar." As she asked him, the young man looked shocked. He opened his mouth to speak but Beth quickly shushed him, and he ran off to the farm house. "If you want a prize winning stud, you'll need to pay well for 'im," Beth told Jenny, and the younger farm owner smiled.

"I know how this works, I'm prepared to pay if the stud is good enough."

Before long, Phil returned with a set of keys on an old metal ring and handed them to his mother, who signalled for Jenny to follow her outside the barn. They walked around to the side of the barn where there was a large metal basement door which Beth unlocked and opened, and the stairs within led down into darkness.

"Phil, stay up here in case anyone shows up and if they do, just keep 'em busy, alright?" Beth said to her son, and he nodded and walked back to the front of the farm. The remaining two women slowly stepped into the darkness before Beth flicked a lightswitch and illuminated the room they were stepping into. Lining the walls of this deceptively large space were 16 large clear tanks, each filled with a white substance.

"Ah, this is where the stud's seed goes," Jenny said out loud, connecting the dots. She looked up and saw each tank had a drain at the top that lead to a stall, and as she looked a sudden load of cum dumped down into one of the tanks with a loud *splat*. She followed Beth down some more steps at the far end of the room to yet another large metal door which she unlocked with a different key, and the two stepped inside.

Again it was very dark, before Beth switched on some more lights to reveal a shocking sight. Jenny gasped and almost tripped as she stepped further into the room, both horrified and fascinated at what she saw.

A stud, and not just any stud, was hanging from the ceiling! He was tied up and strung up by lots of rope that kept him suspended above the ground, and that wasn't the most shocking thing. He had the largest cock and balls on a stud Jenny had ever seen.

His body seemed somewhat normal, being 6 feet tall and very muscular with dark black hair that was cut very short, but his cock was something else. It must have been over 10 feet long, and as thick as a tree trunk, and that's not even mentioning his testicles. They were like two wrecking balls, both clearly very heavy and visibly writhing with cum. Jenny could actually hear his nuts churning with his seed!

Jenny's gaze followed the length of his trunk down and saw how the last 5 feet of his cock was resting on the ground, and she also saw that the giant, beachball sized cockhead was leaking a strong stream of thick cum that was running into a drain. She wondered how he could be cumming; he was apparently asleep and he clearly wasn't hard, so she was left a little confused.

"We call 'im 'Big Jake'. Largest stud anyone's ever seen." Beth began to explain, and Jenny listened.

"19 years ago I bred several of our cows with our biggest stud. It went well, they all got up the duff, and then they 'ad their kids. All normal so far. But when this one grew up we knew something was up. Started gettin' big, bigger than the others. Before long 'e was as big as anything we'd ever seen, and 'e just didn't stop!"

"I called up a friend who does the medical check-ups for our livestock, and he did some tests. Turns out the DNA that makes the studs so big has been 'doubled' in 'is body, and so he's ended up twice as big, twice as virile, and twice as horny as the rest of the studs. We have to keep him down here and keep him sedated with bull tranquillisers to stop him cumming and flooding the place! Even with the drugs his cock still pumps out cum like no one's business, his nuts are just too big."

Jenny looked shocked. "You keep him down here, drugged up and unable to cum? How can that be legal?" Beth grimaced and looked down at her feet.

"It's not really allowed. We have to keep 'im out of the way down here for inspections because we can't look after him like we do the others. It's just not feasible!"

Jenny sighed and looked at the stud. The stench of his backed up baby batter was stunning, and she wondered how this could have happened. Clearly genetics could be cruel. She felt uneasy as she pondered how this stud had awful luck being encumbered with such huge genitals and being stuck down in this basement, but at the same time he was perfect for what she needed. "Has he ever orgasmed before?" Jenny asked and Beth looked away in shame.