"It’s getting dark.
Even without clothes, Susan isn’t bothered by the cold. Her body covered and insulated by her thick polar bear fur. However, with the dimming light. it’s getting harder to see. As exhausted as she is, she needs to find a place to rest. All she been seeing so far is pastures and plantation.
She wonders about, sleeping next to whatever tree or large rock she finds, when she spots what appears to be a small barn in the distance. Carefully Susan enters the place. She looks around in the even dimmer light. The floor is covered with large and small piles of hay scattered around. Some machinery and equipment that she doesn’t know how to work. There are no signs of any animals, not even a scent.
She paces around, measuring her options. Sleeping outside on the hard dirt, exposed as she is. No telling what else could be waiting for her out there, or sleeping inside the empty barn in a soft bed of hay. While still uncertain of her safety in there, it would certainly be more comfortable than the dirt ground…
The place is probably abandoned. She can see a layer of dust covering some of the equipment, and who keeps a barn with no animals?
She decides to rest for a bit and leave before the sun is up. Moving some of the hay into a distant pen, she prepares a makeshift bed. When she’s finished, the sun has gone down and the place sinks into a deep darkness. While hay is far from the comfiest bed she ever slept on, as tired as she is, it doesn’t take long before she falls asleep.
Waking up Susan slowly blinks her eyes. It feels like she just closed her eyes, but the light from outside is shining inside from the entrance. There’s no chirping of birds or animals from outside, but somehow, she half expected that.
It’s best to leave and with a heavy sigh she turns around.
She turns to come face to face with two more skeletons. The pair kneeling and watching over her, their faces almost touching hers. With a surprised shrieks, she jolts up, hitting the back of her head on the wooden wall behind her. As she squeezes the back of her head with one of her paws, the two skeletons jump on her.
She pushes one of them away with her free paw, making him drop clumsily on the ground. The other skeleton grabs her stretched arm and pulls her towards him.
When she momentarily loses her balance, he moves behind her, grabbing her other arm and bending them both behind her, ending the fight.
He drags her, while she squirms and struggles, to another skeleton standing right outside the barn, soon joined by the other. The skeleton holding her start to says something, his voice like the rattling of bones.
As he talks to, what Susan assumes to be the boss, he looks quietly from the skeleton behind her to her. His empty gaze goes from her face to her large breasts.
The boss chatter his teeth once, turns to Susan and grab her breasts with his bony hands, causing her to yelp in shock. He squeezes, moving them under his fingers. Shaking and bouncing them in his hands, as if examining them, while Susan groans and squirms. He rubs his fingers and gives a painful number of pinches on her nipples, making her yelp. With a nod, the boss releases her breasts, saying something and gesturing to the other two. They push Susan back inside, the two chattering loudly.
She is taken to a strange metal frame on one of the pens, with a strange and unfamiliar machine. A large number of tubes and jars under it. She remember seeing something similar in the TV, but she never saw one in person or being used.
Her arms are tied behind her back and her legs strapped to the machine, and lastly her head is strapped through a collar, keeping her bent over the machine.
The boss grab her large breasts once more, keeping them separated from each other. Susan watches helplessly as they strap something to her breasts. A large metal bucket is fitted into the machine and with a loud mechanical noise, the machine is turned on. Susan yelps in shock as the machine starts to suck hard on her nipples, groaning and moaning from the discomfort and constant stimuli on her breasts and areola, squirming and pulling at her restraints.
The trio of skeletons all ignore her, staring intently to a large glass jar at the end of a tube. As nothing happens, the boss orders one of his helpers, who grabs a box from a nearby cabinet. The boss pulls a strange slimy white ball, the size of a chicken egg from it. He grabs and opens Susan’s maw, force feeding her the slimy ball.
She chokes and coughs as the ball slides down her throat, leaving a foul taste in her mouth and tongue. Soon she feels her stomach getting strangely warm, and a warmth slowly spreads to her chest.
The skeletons attentive watching the glass flask, they see as the first drops of milk drip down, they chatter excited, the boss giving an approving nod. The trio leave, patting each other on the back, leaving Susan alone, the only sound being the machine’s motor and Susan’s groans and moans.
Time passes slowly, Susan feels as if her breasts are getting heavier, but she can’t be sure if they’re really heavier or it’s the gravity mixing with the sucking on them.
After what feels days, though the sun has moved little in the sky, one of the skeleton returns. He grab her breasts, squeezing and bouncing them on his hands, tilting his head, then pokes the glass almost filled with milk with a bony finger and shakes his head negatively, placing his hands on his waist. As he pulls the box close, Susan turns her head away from him, closing her maw shut.
Still, he grabs her lower jaw, forcing her mouth open with his other hand. Even while she’s a polar and he a skeleton, he proves to be way stronger than she expected. Holding her maw open, he force feeds her another slimy ball, and another,
and another.
She gags, moans and groans as she’s force fed the strange foul tasting balls.
Satisfied, he cleans the slime off his hands on Susan’s shoulder, while she pants and coughs heavily. On his way out, he turns off the only light of the barn and closes the door.
A few days later, the boss is walking towards the barn. He waves to one of his workers who’s loading a large steel milk jug to a cart, before entering.
Inside, his other worker is replacing the steel jug with an empty in the machine, he waves to the boss as soon as he notices him.
Tied to it, is Susan, staring blankly ahead and her mouth slightly open. Her long hair unkempt, messy and dirty. Her breasts had more than doubled in size.
The worker turns on the machine, to which Susan squirms and gives an audible moan. Her moaning quieting down, barely audible over the machine and the streaming of fresh milk into the empty steel jug."

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