Spindles Ranch 2: Babs Seed

 

“Pinks, you've been saying that for two weeks now.” You groaned as you peeked past her to spy at your alarm clock. As much as you wished to stay in bed, the five minutes before your actual alarm wouldn't do you any good. “Breakfast ready?”

 

“Almost. I just gotta finish the hash browns, make some toast, pour the juice...”

 

“I get it, almost. You better hurry back before something burns. Might get caught in the doorway again.”

 

“She's watching everything and is making sure nothing burns. We're all clear.” Pinkie turned and waddled to the door. The sudden change in perspective revealed her massive, pregnant tummy weighing her down as she slowly exited the room.

 

You pulled yourself out of bed and clicked on the small lamp on your table. A fresh shirt and your cleanest pair of overalls prepared you for another day on the Spindles farm, no matter what sort of trouble Pinkie was sure to cause. You stretched one last time to pop the last few kinks out of your joints, then headed downstairs.

 

Pinkie was rushing as fast as she could around the table, seemingly blind to the fact that it looked like she had just swallowed a gigantic beach ball. You forced yourself to pull your gaze away from her watermelon sized tits slapping against her belly as Pinkie did her best to set the table.

 

Your newest resident simply sat at the table, looking away from you and Pinkie with her arms crossed under her chest. The research institute was so impressed with your handing of Pinkie that another mare had been to your little farm. The new mare was similar enough to Pinkie, a humanized equine with cow horns and a cow tail but her attitude couldn't have been more different. She inched her chair away from your seat and used her short red hair to block her face.

 

“Awww, don't be like that, Babsy. We're all friends here.” Pinkie Pie giggled as she shoved a large serving of eggs and pancakes onto the guest's plate.

 

“That's Babs Seed to you, lady, and NO, we are NOT friends!” She tried to look away from Pinkie but only succeeded in making eye contact with you. Even with her dark, brown coat, it was obvious she was blushing.

 

“Pinkie, please...If Babs doesn't want to talk today, respect her wishes. You can't force friendship.”

 

“Okaaaayyy.” Pinkie's dejected reply hung in the air. The gravid mare finally sat down, a feat made near impossible with her giant belly. Her arms reached out to the table and began shoveling food into her mouth at a rapid pace.

 

Babs rolled her eyes and began to ear her own meal. Content that your girls had their food, you followed suit. The room felt a little quiet for three people but it suited you just fine. It had been too long since you'd had any company at all and their presence alone was enough for you.

 

You cleaned up the mess made from Pinkie's epic breakfast while the massive mare devoured as much as she could for the day. Her round tummy looked like it had managed to hide another whole foal inside her womb with how much she was forced to consume. “Another week like that and you'll be stuck in the barn again.” You teased.

 

“I know. Better enjoy your bed while I can still fit before Babs gets to steal it from me.”

 

Another blush flashed bright on Babs's face. “Stop saying gross stuff like that! Jeez...”

 

It was subtle, but you caught the tiniest lip bite as Babs's eyes looked away from you. Somepony was certainly thinking of something naughty as Babs seemed to wiggle her hips in her chair. Perhaps Pinkie was right...

 

“Hey Pinkie, don't you think you should be heading out to the barn already? If you wait any longer, your pasties are gonna peel off.”

 

Pinkie giggled as she pressed her hands over her tits. A steady dribble of milk was already leaking from her nipples, making her gasp in surprise. “Oh gosh, I didn't even realize! You better get out there soon to milk me by hand!”

 

You both watched as Pinkie waddled her way out the back door and hurried to the barn. Finally alone, you turned to Babs with a smile. “Sorry. I know she makes you a bit uncomfortable.”

 

“EVERYTHING about her makes me VERY uncomfortable...” Babs flicked her hair out of her eyes and growled. “Her stupid smile to her overly friendly attitude to her dumb belly.” You watched as Babs adjusted her top as she talked, blushing as her huge breasts seemed to slosh with every jiggle.

 

“Babs...are you afraid of becoming like Pinkie?” You asked.

 

“Duh! Who wants to be a fat cow that does nothing but eat all day? I can't stand it.”

 

“You know you ARE part cow, right?”

 

“Hey, don't you start!” Babs stood up from her chair a bit too fast, causing her tits to nearly pop out of her tiny cow print bra. “You think I don't know? You think it's EASY for me just forget? I'm living on a dairy farm with LITERALLY the biggest dunce of a cow I've ever seen and all she wants to talk about is how I'm next...”

 

She couldn't stop adjusting her bra at this point. Her nipples were bleeding through the thin fabric and every time the fabric brushed against her tits, you swore that Babs was moaning under her breath.

 

Babs blushed even harder as she looked away from you. “Bragging....about how big I'm gonna get...how big YOU are gonna make me...”

 

Slowly, you reached out to Babs and placed your hand on her shoulder. “You don't have to if you don't want to. I can't force you to get pregnant.”

 

She rolled her eyes. “Is that why this is Pinkie's third pregnancy already?”

 

“Hey, she likes it. Pinkie would fuck anyone that moves if she even thought it might get her pregnant.”

 

Babs shook her head. “Whatever. Can we just get my daily milking over with so I'm not spilling out of this tiny bra?”

 

You nodded as you slipped on your work boots. Babs sighed as she opened the back door and led the way to the barn. You couldn't help but notice a bit more sway into her step and Babs's tail refused to stay still. It was becoming obvious why Babs was so moody today, much more than usual.

 

As Babs was about to walk into the barn, you rushed ahead and stopped her. She looked at you in silence, frowning as you refused to move. “Get outta the way!”

 

“Babs...” You finally found your voice. “...Are you going into your heat?”

 

Her entire face lit up until she was red as a cherry. Babs immediately turned away and scoffed. “N..NO! Don't be stupid, stupid. No way I'm going into heat or anything...”

 

Babs turned around and marched back to the house. “Forget this. I'm not milking myself today. You can deal with it.”

 

You sighed and walked into the barn alone. Pinkie was already hard at work filling one of the giant milk tanks sitting in the room. “Where's Babs? Did she get lost or something?”

 

“I think she's embarrassed about going into heat. It must be hard for a girl like her, knowing she was sent her to be bred when she doesn't want to.”

 

“Is she loco in the coco? Sex is SO much fun! And then you get a tummy that gets big and round, your tits get sensitive and you get to eat all you want!”

 

You chuckled as you gave Pinkie's massive melons a squeeze. “That might be fine and dandy for you but not for her. We just have to let her come around on her own terms.”

 

Pinkie moaned as she disconnected herself from the milking machine and forced her fat tits into your hands. “I think it's about time I cum around, don't you think?” The frisky mare eagerly bent over a trough and let her tits continue to leak into it. “You know how much more milk I make with a pussy full of cum. Get over here, Anon.”

 

 

 

 

After the quick pick me up, it was time for your chores. The animals needed to be fed, stables cleaned and the milk orders had to be sorted out. It wasn't long till the heat got the best of you and your shirt was tossed away.

 

Pinkie was generous enough to help where she could with the feedings, taking out the trash and providing some water for you. Babs made a point to stay hidden all day, refusing to help with chores as she watched from the house.

 

You couldn't let her bad attitude and embarrassment stop you from work. There was too much to be done in between milking Pinkie to stop. The frisky mare certainly was taking up a lot of your attention today as you realized you needed to schedule another milking for her growing tits and it was barely noon.

 

“Lunch time!” Pinkie giggled as she led the way back home. It still amazed you how she managed to be so quick with a belly so big. A lesson you always forgot as Pinkie usually found some new way to amaze you every day. “Come on, the foals need a few sandwiches and chips....and pickles...and chocolate mint cookies!”

 

You did your best to sate Pinkie's endless appetite while trying to make sure at least one sandwich made it into your stomach. “Hey Babs, we're making sandwiches!” You called out as you hid one from Pinkie's gluttonous gaze.

 

Babs slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down. Her breasts were completely overflowing out of her bra and milk was soaked through the fabric. One look at you and her face lit up into a scarlet blush. She tried to hide her embarrassed face as best she could while she ate her sandwich as fast as possible.

 

Pinkie opened her mouth but you put a finger to your lips and shook your head. “Everything okay with your sandwich? Do I need to make you another one?”

 

The shy mare shook her head, blushing even further as the audible sound of milk sloshing about filled the room. Babs stood up and rushed out, her freckles hidden from such intense embarrassment. “Pu....Put on some clothes next time, you jerks!” She called out as Babs retreated from the kitchen. You sighed, sliding the half finished sandwich to Pinkie

 

“I dunno why she said that. I've almost always got my titties hanging out.” You rolled your eyes as Pinkie stuffed her face. That comment certainly wasn't aimed at Pinkie...

 

With food in your tummy, you returned to your chores. The delivery truck was right on time to take today's shipment of milk plus a little extra. A few bits of fence needed mending along a few tiny jobs here and there.

 

The sun was low on the horizon as you returned home. You pulled open the back door, only for Babs's tits to nearly smash into your face. “Gah! Babs, what the hell?”

 

“Outta the way.” She huffed, her face still red as ever. Babs struggled past you, leaving damp marks on your shirt as her breasts were nearly gushing milk. She turned around and bit her lip for a moment while playing with her tail. “The barn...five minutes...go shower and get your butt over there or I'll slap you into next week, pal!”

 

You quickly washed up and returned to the barn. With Pinkie making dinner, it was the perfect time to sit down and talk with Babs. The door to the barn squeaked open as you made your way inside. What awaited you put a gigantic blush on your face for a change.

 

Babs was standing over one of the milking troughs without her bra or panties on. Her cute, cow print arm warmers and leggings were pulled snug on her body, emphasizing how plump and ripe she looked. A pink cow bell lazily clanked as she walked over to you and pulled you towards the milking trough. You spotted the words “milk me” etched into the bell, calling further attention to how swollen Babs's chest seemed to be.

 

“You wanna know the truth? Yea, I started my heat today.” Babs sighed as she gripped her mighty tits in her hands. “No matter how much I wanna deny it, I'm in heat BAD.” She gave her thick nipples a squeeze and moaned so hard, her voice echoed through the barn. “The worst part is, I just can't milk myself like this. My nipples are so sensitive that even thinking about tugging on them makes my knees weak.”

 

Slowly, she bent down on all fours, blushing as her tits nearly brushed the ground. Babs wiggled her thick hips and looked up at you with the most adorable little pout. “Milk me...Milk me and I might even moo or something...”

 

You smiled as you rubbed your hands together and bent down. Babs moaned as you massaged her breasts, caressing her swollen tits and sloshing about all the milk inside. Her nipples could cut glass with how erect they were, simply begging to be pulled and sucked.

 

“Guh...how are you so GOOD at this??” Babs shuddered as her tail began to wag and sway. She bit her lip as your hand descended down her breast and gently gripped her ripe nipple. Instantly, the sound of liquid splashing against metal filled the barn as Babs's tit began to gush milk like a waterfall.

 

“Oh gosh....that...already feels so much better.” Babs was panting as her hips wiggled even harder. Her bottom lip was stuffed in her mouth as she nearly bit through her own skin. “Fuck....that's amazing.”

 

Your hand departed from her right tit and cradled her left breast. You worked your magic once more, coaxing milk to pour from her udders and filling up the trough with sweet, delicious milk “Muh...mmmmm....Moooooo! Mooooooooooo!” Babs moaned out a few seductive moos as her tits finally emptied themselves.

 

Her whole body was on fire as your lips kissed her breasts all over. Your hands groped and kneaded at her tender flesh as you eased one of her heavy tits to your mouth and began to suck straight from the nipple. Babs's body locked up as electricity ran down her spine. “Oh fuck....oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

 

Suddenly, Babs went slack. Her arms darted towards the metal trough to keep her kneeling over it while her legs continued to spread apart. You stopped your suckling and took a peek behind Babs to see her arousal spilling down her legs and pooling all over the floor.

 

“You know...the one trick I find to really emptying out a set of udders like this...is a little foreplay.” You whispered into her ears.

 

“Nah...nu-uh...don't you fucking DARE tease me.” Babs pushed a hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips apart. “I don't care anymore. I'm done trying to fight it. Just put a baby in me already so this burning itch goes away!”

 

You stopped your groping and squeezing for a moment. “Are you sure? I mean, you just said this morning...”

 

Babs grabbed you by the collar and pulled you so close, your noses were touching. “BREED ME ALREADY! PUT A BUN IN THIS OVEN! IMPREGNATE ME! I DON'T CARE IF I BECOME PINKIE SIZED. JUST. KNOCK. ME. UP!!”

 

Her sudden outburst made you shudder in anticipation as your overalls were gone in a flash. You pulled off your underwear and bent down behind Babs, pressing your shaft between her lips. “Last chance...”

 

“Do me!” Babs commanded. You were eager to comply, pulling back and thrusting as deep as you could into her pussy. As soon as every inch of you was stuffed inside Babs, you felt her shudder hard against your torso. “Oh fuck.....that's iiiittttttt.” Babs groaned.

 

Slowly, you worked up a quick pace to satisfy your mare. Your hands gripped her plump hips and squished all her delicious padding. Every thrust sent a hypnotic jiggle through her rear, making it hard to resist blowing your load as fast as you could.

 

Babs could only moan and sputter as you pounded away at her pussy. Her tight lips milked your cock as hard as they could, eager to quench the roaring fire in her womb with your seed. What little strength she had was dedicated to making sure your dick slammed as deep as it could go inside of her.

 

The collection trough was overflowing at this point and yet Babs was still gushing milk. You reached out and cupped her plump udders and gave them another squeeze, sending more milk onto the floor. You stopped and positioned Babs onto her back, letting her rest her tired arms and legs while you took over the rest.

 

You leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips before ramping back up to speed. Babs was struggling to keep her tits steady as they bounced harder and harder with your thrusts. Her legs locked behind you as her orgasm hit, forcing you to thrust hard and fast.

 

“Oh Anon!” She shouted as she clenched her hands tight. Babs screamed as you gave one final thrust and pushed your cock as deep as you could before firing a giant load of cum into her. You could both feel her pussy filling up as your balls refused to stop. Her tummy slowly began to bulge outwards as you continued to flood her pussy.

 

“Mooooooooo....Mooooooorrrreeeeee.” Babs begged, wiggling her hips as she felt another few ropes of cum fill her up. She reached out and rubbed her distended tummy for a moment, closing her eyes and sighing as you finally stopped.

 

Slowly, Babs unlocked her legs and let you free. She shuddered as you pulled out and cum leaked down her thighs and pooled under her butt. “I've never been fucked so hard in my life...maybe Pinkie is right about you.” Babs blushed as she reached out and grabbed your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

 

 

 

 

 

“Yo....YO! HEY! WAKE UP!” The harsh shout rang through the bedroom at the early hour, cutting into your sleep as your eyes began to open. “Anon, wake up! I've been calling for ages and your lazy butt still isn't here! HELLO?!”

 

You reached out to the walkie talkie and clicked a button. “I'm awake, Babs. I'll be out there soon.”

 

“Finally. This mare is wasting away out here without anything to eat. HURRY UP!”

 

Pinkie groaned as she lifted her head from her pillow. “Jeez, is this how I SOUND when I beg for food?”

 

“Eh, it's her first week out there. Be nice....for now.” You smirked as you fumbled in the dark for your usual shirt and overalls.

 

It was a scramble to get enough food in such short notice. Even with Pinkie's help, you could hear the insults and sweats escaping Babs's mouth. Thankfully, Pinkie was barely showing with a new pregnancy, allowing her to help deal with Babs's intense needs.

 

You pushed several carts of pancakes, fruits, scrambled eggs and slices of ham into the barn, along with a pot of coffee for yourself and Pinkie. “Finally made it to the party, huh? Come on, I'm STARVING!”

 

Babs did her best to rub her gigantic tummy. Her womb brushed the ground as she struggled to stand up and waddle over to the delivery of food. Pinkie was already heaving plates up to Babs's face while you heated up the milking cups. “Hey Anon, can't that wait till later? A gal has to eat, first!”

 

“Nice try. You know you're gonna be eating all day with a belly like this so we have to make the most of it. Right, Pinkie?” You smirked as the mischievous mare handed Babs another plate while slowly squeezing one of Babs's wheelbarrow sized tits.

 

“Darn right! Today's schedule is completely booked with a never ending milking session, followed by four breakfasts, three lunches and three dinners to make sure you're a healthy, growing mare and PLENTY of helpings of a nice, fat cock to keep that milk flowing, Babsy.”

 

“Don't call me that!” Babs blushed as enough pancakes to feed a large family disappeared into her mouth. “It's already bad that I'm as big as the barn and you gotta keep running your mouth like a bozo!”

 

You grinned as you spread a healthy layer of body oil all over Babs's tummy and tits. “Consider yourself lucky you don't get as big as pinkie does. You're in the last month so only a few weeks like this and you'll be back to your old self.”

 

“Ye...yea...a real shame I don't get that big.” Babs said. Her cheeks were glowing with a slight rose hue as she busied herself with another helping of food. “It..uh...would also be a real shame if we didn't stick to the schedule...and..missed one of those fucking sessions...” Babs shuddered as your hands rubbed all over her stubby, distended navel.

 

Her little games always made you smile. No matter how much she denied it, you knew Babs loved being a big, round cow all for you. It was certainly going to be a chore to keep up with Babs during her last month but the rewards were sweeter that sugar.