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Comma reclined in the hovervan as it navigated the fields en route to her new lot of farmland. She was in her early twenties, though she seemed much younger, owing largely to her sleight build - devoid of curves of any kind - and her mere 1.5m height. Cartoonishly huge eyes imposed themselves upon her juvenile face, which was crowned by a short-cut mess of wavy white hair that hid most of her multipierced ears; a reminder of a death metal past she preferred to forget.

Comma D'aifen was a recently graduated neofarmer - in 2137, crops and livestock was produced and managed by a minority of programmers, who operate vast expanses of automatized farmland. The goverment gave an intial amount of equipment to beginners, which has been recently granted to Comma. She hasn't seen her new material yet - but it was expensive stuff for free, so she didn't complain. Instead, she was very excited to start her career. Mangement and analysis have always been a sort of intellectual entertainment for her. Either in virtual civilizations while being locked in her nerd-den at home or a casual game of Monopoly with a few close friends, she was the kind who enjoyed to plan and nurture wealth. She could have become an economist or a stock trader too, but she preferred a less exhausting lifestyle. She liked to have things go at her own pace. Neofarming was her calling. Or at least that was the awkward promotional shirt she had idle-mindedly decided to put on today lead to understand. "Neofarming, the strength of our future!".

"So... How is working in a vet clinic, Damian?" she asked the driver: a young man, about the same age.


'The Lord is testing me.' he replied. 'Starting at the bottom job is hard - tiresome, y'know?. But with the annoying parts aside, its very fulfilling'. Damian was blonde scandinavian dressed in an overly politcally correct shirt and jeans, and his hair was combed and geled back. This lad had a stout and robust body built for a lot of cold and a lot of beer, however, he hardly drank. Dispite his intimidating largeness, he was a very gentle and careing person. His large, square face was spotted with freckles and a small bear-like pair of eyes, amongst a flat nose and a wide smile. In his childhood, he would bring stray animals and plead his parents to have the mercy to let him keep them. He was also deeply religous, but he often kept it to himself, in an effort to not discomfort others. However, in his seldom moments of free time alone, he could be found meditatively behind a pair of glasses and in front of a Bible. These two people had been in the same school for several years, until they got set apart a few months for career training. The two were very good friends, and they trusted each other deeply, in a bromance way. Comma was a single lesbian, and Damian had a girlfriend he was proud of.

'I hope everything goes well with your farm. Really, if you need anything, just call me.' he remarked, before slowing towards halt at the corner of a vast expanse of empty fieldland, as his thick fists turned steering wheel into a parking position. Comma responded him with thankful smile. "And this is the place!" he announced once stationary. They both exitted the van and they went to the back of it to open the storage compartment. Within, there was a set of three humanoid workerdroids in fetal position, that suddenly awoke and pulled out a large metal box that was behind them. "Hello C1, C2, C3!" Comma exclaimed. 'Please assemble the farm at that field over there'. The robots nodded and carried the box with then into the field until they stopped and left it there. After a few moments, the box opened and a mass of liquid metal emerged and started to take on the form of a farm complex. 'Amazing things technology does these days, huh?' Damian noted. Comma chuckled in satisfaction and waved at him to follow her into the house. 'Nah, tours can wait' he replied. 'I still need to fetch Hirasawa and Yuki, y'know?'. Comma emmited an 'Ah' of 'You're right'. They were the cowgirls the goverment granted her. She didnt explicitly request them, but since they came with the rest of the 'package', she accepted them without complaint. 'I'll be bawk' said Damian in a faux austrian accent as he hopped back into the van and drove away.

'So...' She muttered to her newly built farm. 'Lets get you ready for when he is back'. Comma strolled into the building. It was a round two-story structure, with a main circular hall and radial rooms. In the middle, the droids where standing, and waiting. 'Uhmm... Start working?' she commanded them. 'Which mode?' they replied in unison. '...Default?' she replied, hoping that such a mode existed. She would programme more specific farming tasks later. 'Understood' the droids said, then bowed, and then rushed to other rooms.

After a while, Damian returned, and he knocked the door. Comma rushed and opened it. There he was, with a cowgirl to either side of him. They resembled young human women, except that they had cow ears and horns, and dressed in a white pijamalike uniform with black spots on it. Damian rose a hand as greeting and spoke with a playful overdramatic tone 'Hello, Faaarmer! I gotcha the last pieces of your farm. Theee beauty to my left is Yuki!' she was the older and larger of the two, appearing to be in her late twenties. She was thick-boned like Damian, and with a lollipop in the mouth of her cute face and a look that marked an aloof attitude. She even laid a hand onto one of her fertile, wide hips with a bored gesture. Her slanted eyes were black, like her straight hair that reached her shoulders. However, her most prominent feature was her bust. Two glorious fleshorbs the size of basketballs fought for space underneath her collarbones. Thier roundess protruded into her upper arms and stretched the fabric across them. These udders were certainly a satisfyingly good example of milk-makers. Comma had left herself stareing at this pair of boobies for a while before Damian snapped her out of it '...Aaaand on my left I have the lovely Hirasawa!'. The other cowgirl drew her thin fists to her chest shyly as she was presented with a shakey 'moo...'. The cowgirl appeared to be in her early twenties. Her build was slim, and she was a head taller than Comma. Like her, she didn't have curves. She was flat all over . But that is where the bad news end. Her outstandingly gorgeous face was framed with a mass of long and wavy hazel hair, a bit beyond her delicate jawline, midway her regal neck. Her huge amber eyes were surrounded by a row of thick and long eyelashes. Her lips below her pixie nose were subpar compared to the rest of her delicate face, but still pleasantly thick and kissable. Regardless, she was a bit of a dissapointment, in comparison to the promising Yuki. 'Well.' Damian said. 'Now you got all you need to start your farm'. Comma nodded and called forth a pair of droid to accompany the cowgirls to thier stables, but the vet interrupted this. 'Nonono. Its better that you take them there. Having contact with thier owner, especially at the beginning is crucial for trust and comfort. C'mon, I'll go with you.'. The farmer looked aside with apathy. She wanted to become a biofarmer to dedicate herself to programming and managing the production of a farm, not babysit cowgirls. With a sigh, she tried to gently grab the hands of both of them. Hirasawa hestitantly let her, but Yuki sternly shook her head and put her hands behind her back in protest. 'Hrmpf' Comma huffed. 'Follow me'. The four of them reached the pens (Yuki following the other three from a distance) and she left them within their respective places. Each pen was a large room, with access to a large grassy field. It also had a food slot, a bed, a storage box, a toilet, a milking machine, and a cowputer. A cowputer is a simplistic computer with internet access that allows cowgirls to moo to other cowgirls worldwide, or select thier own food amongst a programmed list, amongst other things. It was almost like a hotel, but undecorated. Comma then flicked forth her watch to blissfully notice it was time for lunch. 'Lunchtime' she told Damian. 'You can eat here if you want. I'm ordering pizza'. Damian accepted the invitation with an OK.

Two days passed, and the farm routine had been firmly established. The vegetable fields and its machines had been properly programmed, and so had the pens of the cowgirls. Commas job was now mainly reduced to maintance. She studied the tables of production and everything was going well, except for Hirasawa. Unlike Yukis copious milk production, she was producing none. Worried, Comma went to visit her pen.

Hirasawa jolted as she entered her room. She was resting on her bed, but now she was sitting up and looking at Comma shyly. The farmer gave her a worried look. Normally a cowgirl would milk herself with the machine to aliviate herself, but oddly, Hirasawa didnt have the need for that. Was she sick? Possibly. The blame would be on her underdeveloped chest, she assumed. The farmgirl approached her and removed her shirt quite abruptly. Hirasawas cheeks turned into a deep red color and her hands fled then to her tiny bosom, but Comma lead them away for her to see them. They where tiny and domelike. Just two meager bumps, unworthy of even an A-cup. She pressed them to push milk out, but none came. Then she checked her ears and tongue as she was taught to look for illnesses, but Hirasawa came out clean. The farmer managed to get a good look at her upperbody too. Her ribcage was thin, and her stomach was taut and slightly incurveate. Comma suspected that her breasts needed stimulation, like a training of a kind. Normally a cowgirl her age didnt need this, but sometimes it happened when left unmilked for a long time, or due to a birth defect.

The farmgirls lips flattened against each other as she hesitantly tried to lead the cowgirls back against the bed. She had never done a massage to such a scared one. It wasn't her intention to hurt her, but the cowgirls expression lowered her morale to continue greatly. Hirasawas eyes darted from her owner to the wall repeatedly and she was almost hyperventilating. When she noticed Comma was looking at her, she strengthfully shut her eyes. The farmer stood for a moment. No way she would try to treat her in this condition. Damian said that contact and 'introduction' to new experiences where important, so she decided to take his word for it.

Comma laid the cow shirt on Hirasawas chest and signalled her to put it on. A bit confused, she complied and remained upright. The whitehead bit her lower lip as she put her hands on Hira's shoulders and tried to faux smile. She had no idea how to 'introduce' her to breast massages, so she was improvising with educated guesses along the way. The cowgirl seemed to be calmed by this turn of events, but she still had a tint of worry in her eyes. Comma started to rub her shoulders gently, and then slowly rose the intensity as her fingers carefully pressed her tender, yet stiffened muscles. The horned one seemed to enjoy it a bit, and her face relaxed as she let her shoulders drop into Commas grasp. "So far, so good" she muttered internally. Her brows drew together as she thought of a next step. Convincing her to lay down wouldn't be easy the second time, so she needed some additional persuation. She drew a little chocosnack from her pocket, unwrapped half of it and placed it in Hira's hand. "Its chocolate" she explained. "You eat it like this" and she gestured how snackbars where eaten "But not the wrapping.". Comma couldn't prevent herself from feeling awkward from bribing someone like this. The cowgirl looked at the treat and she rose it to her nose and sniffed it. She looked at it again and then gave it a lick while stareing with suspicion at Comma, who hoped for the best. The cowgirl became enamored of the goodie as soon as she learned its flavour. She nibbled off piece after piece with a glad face. Relieved, the farmer waited for her to finish, and then she prudently attempted to guide her onto the bed again. Progress had been made as the cowgirl had loosened up somewhat but her breathing started to pace up again. Comma then urgently started to rub her shoulders like before, and the laid one calmed down somewhat. Now for the hard part. The massage gently moved over the cloth from her shoulders to her collarbones, and down to her breasts. Hirasasa started to get agitated, but Comma replied with a lulling"Easy.... easy...". With both of her palms over her nipples, she started to massage with lethargic motions, using each finger to stimulate her little mounds. From beneath her lithe flesh she could feel her heart beating with an intense ryhthm. Hirasawas body stiffened with the mixed feelings that the touching produced, but she let her continue. Comma gained confidence and started to rub a bit more quickly. The cowgirls eyes started to evoke the pleasure she was feeling as they thinned and lost focus. The farmer mentally shouted victory and she gave her cowgirl the full massage procedure, however it was still a bit hard to do it over her clothing. Comma decided to let her be after she finished. "Until later, Hirasawa" she said as she rubbed her head and then left the pen. The cowgirl took a while to awaken from her blissful trance, and she groggily mooed as her owner left.

--*--

Comma repeated the massages the following days, and Hirasawa grew more fond of her. Her tiny breasts also managed to grow a bit to a meager A-cup, but she still wasn't lactating. The farmer didnt have any problems with Yuki though. As long as she could get milked and fed, she seemed to not care about anything else, so the only maintance she needed was an occasional peek into her room and a biweekly checkup. She was pretty independant and distant.

The farmgirl was surprised and a bit concerned with Hirasawas development, since she was still bit of a newbie. She had also programmed C-3 to remotely measure her regularly , in order to better diagnose her progress, and to check if she was going things correctly. 80-55-80 were her current three sizes.

Like the prior afternoons, Comma reached Hirasawas pen to massage her once more. Once she came inside, she noticed that the cowgirl was going to her bed and starting to lay down. "Yup. You're catching on the routine" she mentioned. The cowgirl was relaxed and Comma didn't have problems for starting to massage her. They still had the habit of leaving her shirt on though, and the farmgirl suspected that she was embarrased of her endowments; in comparison to Yukis ponderous teats. Comma felt the little mass of breast on the cowgirls front to be a bit larger than yesterday at each session, and she wished for her to produce milk soon. Hirasawa seemed to enjoy the tender movements on her chest more and more as she lost her hesitations and started to embrace the situation more wholeheartedly. Every now and then her head would roll to the other side, or she would moo pleasantly. Then, suddenly, two droplet of moisture dampened her shirt. Comma jerked her hands back in surprise, and Hirasawa hummed confused. "I did it!" she celebrated "...We did it!". The cowgirl rose her head to look at her chest and smiled, then dropped herself back into the bed. She drew her hands towards Commas and grabbed her wrists. The farmer was a bit startled by this gesture, but decided to see what happened. Hirasawa pulled them back onto her chest and started to tug and kneed, while mooing with a pleading face. Comma chuckled and slipped her hands out while stepping back. "Oh, hihi. Its not time for that anymore. You need to get milked properly now. With this!" She pulled forth the cups of the milking machine and showed them to the cowgirl who rose up from the bed and looked at the contraption with an idle gaze. "Well, you do it like this..." Comma instructed, while gently sneaking the machine under the cowgirls shirt and raising it to reveal her bosom. Hirasawa still seemed shy about this, but she complied. The machine was then latched to her front, and a large green button was pressed. Beads of whiteness started to drop out and then it stopped. "Well. I guess thats all for our first try". Comma said. "But its good! I'm so proud!" and she warped her arms around her neck and rubbed her face against her head for seconds before she drew herself off. Hirasawa was very comforted by this embrace, and left in a guggly state. "Until later, then!" announced the farmgirl as she deattached the milker and walked out of the pen. She had been taught thay overstimulation could be counterproductive, so she wasnt recommened to continue massaging her any more. Regular, schedueled and automatic milking would ensure that her production rose up to normal levels.

Comma skipped through the pen area happily and back to her office. Hirasawa rubbed with her hand the place the other girl had rubbed her face.

---*---

The whitehead was back at the pen after a few days, to check on Hirasawa again. She had been producing minimal amounts of milk throughout the day, but there hasn't been any improvement beyond what she had seen at the massage, so she was worried. Comma entered the pen and didn't find her inside. She must be out in the field, she assumed. The field was a vast expanse of lush grassland that was shared with other biofarmers, where the cowgirls could go out to socialize and play, or whatever they pleased.

The human started to wander around, until she found her taking a nap on the side of a hill. She drew close, but Hirasawa was a light sleeper, so she noticed someone coming. Her head rose and her ears twitched in alert until she detected her owner. Then she exploded in glee, and she launched herself towards her. The farmgirl stood stunned for a moment as the oncoming mass leaped onto her with open arms, causing both to fall onto the grass. Comma was distracted with the pain in her back as the cowgirl wrapped her arms around her neck and started to rub her cheeks on her head, akin to the way she was given before. "Ugh..   ...Missed me, huh?" she growled. The cowgirls grip tightened in response and started to rub more energetically. "There, there. Off... Off, please..." as she tried to recover her personal space. Hirasawa eventually deattached herself by rolling aside to lay on her back. She grabbed one of the farmgirls wrists with glee, and attempted to drag it to her before it was pulled out. "Calm down, Hirasawa. I won't massage you... Yet." the farmgirl pondered. Perhaps if she massaged her more, she would lactate more. Maybe the milking wasn't enough. She didn't want to risk the health of her cowgirl, so she decided to call Damian over for counseling.

After dinner, he arrived. The vet entered Hirasawas pen along with Comma and a suitcase filled with instruments. "So... Little Hira isn't making milk, Amiright?" he asked. The farmgirl nodded. "It happens sometimes." he said as he opened the case and snapped on some gloves from it. Hirasawa was sitting still on her bed, not really understanding what was happening. Damian approached the cowgirl with a smile and a little flashlight. "Open your mouth... Aaaaah, like so." he instructed the bovine. She imitated his gesture, and he look a look at the inside of her mouth. He ran a few other tests after that, checking her heartbeat, her reflexes, and other things, while avoiding always her breasts. He finished off by sneaking a needle onto her thumb to get a droplet of blood. "Well, the good news are that she doesn't have any infection or parasite, apparently. I just have to check the blood sample to give my final call on this". He put the blood into a little machine of his, that hummed and gave a response in moments in a little printer. "Hrm" the vet checked the little printed paper. "Ah... Hrm..." he whispered to himself. Comma was growing impatient. "...And?" she prompted. "She is fine and healthy. You can massage her and milk her at the same time too. I don't really know whats wrong, but the analysis tells me she is a powerful one" he was speaking quite ambiguously to hide that he didn't truly know what was wrong with her lactation. So he gave it his best guess. "Massaging went well last time, no? Her fenotype is quite strong, so don't worry about overtaxing her body with overstimulation. Yeah. Massaging and milking should do the trick" he explained. Comma looked at him with thin eyes of suspicion "Are you sure of this?" she asked. "It is what I would do." he replied. The farmgirl sighed in relief. "Thank you, Damian. Your help means a lot.". The blonde chuckled and picked up his stuff. "Ah!" He suddenly remembered something. "Soon is that Country Fair thing. Are you coming?" he inquired. "Uhm. I just started here. Er.. I guess I could, no? I can get to know the neighbours better and such. Could be nice." Comma replied. Damian snapped a finger into a thumbs up and enthusiastically said "Awesome. I'll be there too. Well. See you later then!". He left shortly after, leaving Comma to work out how to fit a space for massages in her schedule.

--*--

The next day, it was massage time. Again.