Upon arrival at Big Linda's Farm you react with a resigned (but private) sigh as you see Big Linda herself waiting for you. No doubt she needs her morning milking. Just as well you skipped breakfast as you figure you're about to get a pretty heavy one here and now. She turns a huge beaming smile on you as she lumbers as quickly as she can towards you with her massive boobs and wobbling belly. Despite the thick denim over her overall short-shorts combination, you can still see damp spots at the front. This is it, you think to yourself, you're quitting at the end of Big Linda's milking. The pay just isn't worth the abuse. That's when you receive a surprise. As you get within arm's reach of Linda, she pulls you into an embrace that is (while forceful) nonetheless affectionate. A pudgy hand smooths the back of your hair as she holds your head against her massive, soft tits.
"There you are, Stanly," she says, already guiding you into her office (where most of these milkings take place), "I was hoping to catch you, both for obvious reasons, but also because I wanted to talk to you. First things first, though."
She's already undone the fastenings on the overall straps and lets the front fall away to reveal those gigantic hangers resting against her fat belly. The hand that had been smoothing your hair now pulls your head to her thick nipple. Knowing there's no way out, you seal your lips around her cow-like teat and begin to suckle her. If you ignore the fact that you're pretty much forced to do this, her milk really isn't bad. Big Linda lets out a long and pleasured sigh.
"That's better, you just drink up," she says, settling herself and pulling you onto her lap for greater comfort (quite purposefully mashing your groin against her flabby belly), "and now the other thing. I've noticed something...that you're not exactly happy here, and I think I know why. You do work very hard here but maybe are starting to feel...underappreciated."
Well, you think to yourself, that's one way of putting it. You have been getting used and abused by your coworkers and haven't really gotten anything out of it yourself. That thought is interrupted by Big Linda's hand drifting towards your groin, brushing against the one part of your body that's neither short nor skinny. You can't help yourself but to respond sexually to Linda's touch.
"Really, I don't mean to underappreciate you, Stanly," Linda coos, unzipping your pants and fishing out your steadily growing erection, "and I'm sure the other girls don't mean to either. We just get so caught up in enjoying your...efforts that we forget to show that appreciation. I really don't want you to get so frustrated that you leave me. So, I'll be giving you a pay rise...but there's something else I'll be doing for you right now."
With that, Big Linda...
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