First Day Fumbling
Expanding a business' operations can be quite a lot of trouble. Same goes for updating the hardware used, especially when it's a big upgrade. Both combined though? Boy howdy that's some hard work. Thankfully, Farmer Jim's son, Jim Jr, is up to the task : P
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Jim Jr's morning bus came to a rest at the stop nearest his dad's farm, Jim Sr, which was still a decent walk away. The only rider hustled off with some spare studying materials tucked under an arm and gave the driver a wave of thanks as he started his jog towards the home he grew up in.
It looked even smaller than he remembered now that there was a barn bigger than a military hangar resting not far behind it, with spherical tanks that looked like they belonged on a water tower framing it. And opposite the sidewalk he was on rested a few semi cabs, a couple of them hooked up to massive troughs. And behind those were various flatbeds, many of them quite old and sporting wooden framing but there were a few newer, larger ones too.
His dad really wasn't kidding about the supersized milk cow he brought on board recently. Jim remembered him saying "Oh she'll just help supplement our production~" before he went off with mom for a vacation. If those troughs and tanks were anything to go by, she was already most of the production, and he was set to meet her in...
He paused to glance at his watch, which showed him a clear 7:25 AM and he turned his jog into a run, already feeling flustered by how close he was to being late.
The tabby-patterned cat hurried towards the comparatively tiny home to drop off everything but his phone and run out back to the barn. The enormous double door that made up the front of it definitely wasn't openable by him, but the regularly sized door set into the corner certainly was.
The instant he flung it open, a wave of warmth and the scent of vanilla hit him. He had to fight through that rush of air to close the door behind him again, both hands on the handle to make sure it was closed.
"Hey there new boss, you're just in time!" Called out a familiar voice.
He turned around to be greeted by a wall of cream-colored fur much, much bigger than him. He followed that cream coloring up to where that voice came from. Up and up above a pair of generously wide hips where the cream split into two sections, one light and one dark. A buxom belly with matching breasts caught his attention then until he spotted the most veteran farmhand, Fred. He waved to Jim with a glass of milk in his other hand as he sat on a nipple big enough to act as a bed.
"Head on over to the lift up spot and Sophie here will hoist you into place! Oh and don't forget to grab the headset!"
"Uh..." He gawked up at the bubbly expression the bodacious bovine wore, a small smile on her face as her nose perked up and eyes opened just a bit wider. She even offered him a little wave before lowering the three-fingered hand that wasn't busy supporting her farmhand-handling breast to the marked platform.
Jim kept staring for a moment, only being shaken from the shock of the view when one of the big gal's brows rose wordlessly. He cleared his throat and hurried over to the rack of heads up displays right beside the waiting hand and grabbed one before hopping aboard a hoof-tipped finger. Her other digit rose up in front of him to provide some support as she gently lifted him right up to her lone nipple.
The pucker in its center was eagerly awaiting its inspection, definitely big enough for him to fit his arm inside. She eyed him with some anticipation while Fred leaned forward, elbows on his knee and a cocksure grin on his face as he gestured for Jim to get to it.
He helped his dad modernize quite a lot of things on the farm, but all that time spent bringing things up to date meant he missed out on a lot of the training he would need to replace his old man. Sophie seemed eager and Fred looked plenty confident in his abilities though, so Jim squared his shoulders and took a half-step forward on the finger that held him before firmly gripping opposite ends of the nipple awaiting him.
The big gal's tail swished from one side to the other with the sudden grab, her ears flicking in tune with that swish as she focused in on the little guy. Fred leaned even further forward, mouth hung half open and eyes squinting. But Jim froze. He stood there, hands on her teat, with his fancy head-mounted display telling him nothing useful, except for the personal heart rate monitor in one corner, its number gradually climbing.
Jim gulped and craned his neck to peek around the breast in front of him. "Wh-what now Fred?"
The farmhand leaned back into his earlier position with a laugh and a slap of his knee. "Ha! I knew that bet was safe!" He celebrated with a swig of milk before answering the stranded greenhorn. "That headset should have some instructions for you. You should know how to work it, you designed it after all."
Jim awkwardly pushed himself back from Sophie and turned around to lean against her unoccupied finger with one arm while the other worked at the side of his headpiece.
The same brow that rose earlier hit a new peak as she gently asked with a mix of bewilderment and concern. "Is this really your first inspection?"
He couldn't help but wince before saying. "Yes it is..." He skimmed through wall after wall of text, most of it made of various warnings and cautions, some of them even covering etiquette. "Sorry about the wait, I'll get to it in just a second here!"
She pouted as his focus was kept opposite where it should be. The feline's tail started to twitch nervously as the seconds stretched into a minute, then a second, and almost a third. With a "hmph!" and a chuckle from Fred, she'd carefully spin Jim around with a quick nudge from the finger he leaned on.
A yelp and a gentle plap followed, suddenly bringing him chest to nipple, the finger he was using to help keep his balance a moment ago now making sure he was pinned with a light press against his back. The plushness helped keep him from panicking, the sensation alone enough to ease out the tension in his muscles. "I'll help teach you Jim, just relax and take some mental notes while I..." She slid him down slightly, placing his face right against the center of her teat, giving him the perfect position to listen from as she gently shook both him and the mound he was flush with.
A low, slow slooosh met his ears, alongside the pounding of his heart of course. She squinted further, really focusing on being careful with him as she shook her breast once more.
Jim hadn't a clue how he was meant to make that slosh happen on his own, but he did know what sort of sound to listen for thanks to how hands-on his dad was and how often he'd overshare. This was definitely a unique experience though, and much more pleasant than he expected. How someone so large could be so soft and welcoming confused him, but at least the warmth made sense.
With a confident nod, she'd pull her hand away, bringing him along and cradling him with her fingers held against one another. "So, how good did it sound?"
It took him a moment to recover, shaking his goggles clear of the steam that built up from the warm flesh he was just pressed against. "It sounded..." He looked up to meet her appraising gaze and froze. An already strong blush from the press she just treated him to grew bright enough for even her to see through the fur on his face.
A well-timed, noisy sip from Fred shook Jim back to his senses and he responded with a simple. "Great!"
She squinted again, lips pressing together. "Great how? Did it sound full? Or too thin? Maybe too thick?"
The blush disappeared as he sputtered a half response out before looking between the nipple resting right beside him and the insistent, colossal cow awaiting an answer. "I think I need another liste-"
Another harumph followed by the same yelp-plap sounded out, sending him face to teat all over again. Rather than the careful, slow shakes though, she would give the jug Jim was squeezed against a quick triple-jiggle. When he was freed from that admittedly comfortable embrace, he was left with a slack jaw and a truly dazed look, tail fluffed up more than usual.
It was only when Sophie hoisted him right up to her face and snorted a hot breath over him that he recovered and gave her a nervous thumbs up. "That sounded f-full and healthily thick!"
Her expression immediately softened as she smiled and gave him a little nuzzle before bringing him over to her other boob. Fred looked at him with a knowing smirk before handing him his half-drained glass of milk. "I'll handle this one, you should go clear your head quick, before it's feeding time."