Siren Song Ch. 03

"Please — Menena — "

"Talking back now, cow? No, we won't have that, will we? Just make sure you drink enough, because I'm going to come over tomorrow for the next milking," the shopkeeper declared. She bent down to the huddled figure on the floor.

"Remember, cows that don't give milk get roasted. Do you want to burn, cow?"

Barbara sniffled and shook her head mutely. Menena nodded, towering over the exhausted young woman, glaring down with a satisfied smirk.

"Didn't think so either, cow. So keep your mouth shut, to anyone. Just be glad I don't make you wipe the floor, drool cunt. And now, get up and get out!"

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"Yoohoo! Baaa—arb!" squeaked a voice that Barbara didn't need to hear as she sneaked and stumbled through the deserted side streets, diving into corners or hiding in the long shadows of the late afternoon whenever footsteps approached. She wrapped her arms tighter around her aching chest, creeping deeper into the smelly blanket she wore like a hood over her head and shoulders in a desperate effort to conceal the several new inches of her bust underneath — her bared bust flashing from the shreds of her dress' top, she realized in terror.

"C'mon, wait up, Barbara!"

Barbara looked around and gave up. Letting Sandy catch up with her was better than being chased by a good-natured yet loudly screeching harpy who made too many heads turn.

"Oh thank you! Ya didn't hear me or what?" The pudgy young woman bent forward, put her hands to her round knees and wheezed, "D'aw, girl, I'm not one for chasing after people! Haaaawwh! Phew! So, what you running from?"

Keep your mouth shut, to anyone!

"Uh — eh — oh the gods, Sandy, I can't talk to you now. M—must get home. I — I think I've done something stupid," Barbara blurted out and hastily turned to go.

"Barb! Aow, Barb! Come now, don't ya run of agai—"

Sandy's hand caught the frayed edge of the blanket. It tore open, and the massive bulge of Barbara's left breast spilled out. Barbara tripped and fell, curling up on the ground.

"Waow! Barb, you're bigger than ever!" gasped Sandy, kneeling quickly by her side. She cast a few nervous looks around. "Oops! Wasn't meant to come out loud like that, Leta always says it's uhn—per—fashional. Eh, can't help it, ya gots me there! You been hiding them last time ya been at Leta's?" Sandy touched Barbara's shoulder and hesitated. "Yer cold! Barb, you're sweating! Oh dear!" She helped Barbara upright again, steadying her with a firm grip on the upper arm, and Barbara felt thankful for that. Sandy dragged the blanket back in place and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"There, sweetie. Oh my, ya been crying? Girl, you're white as lime. Ya gonna tell me what's wrong? Come, lemme take ya to Leta's."

Barbara jerked away. "No! No, Sandy, anywhere but there! I must go home!"

"Now ya gots me all curious," Sandy whispered conspiringly, then her face lit up. "Oh woueee! You gots a bun in the oven! Oh sweet, but that's no reason to cry! Lemme be the fuirst to cuhngrayterlate ya!"

"I wish," Barbara panted. "Menena — she — I —"

— SHUT, TO ANYONE!

"Menena what?" Sandy inquired big-eyed, slanting her head.

Do you want to burn, cow?

"N—nothing, she — uh, in the shop, I — I just — I ate some weed I shouldn't have. Feeling all bloated now," Barbara mumbled.

"Iff'n it isn't yer lucky day! Weeds, that's muy new spaycerality!" Sandy declared. "Leta had me sorting leaves th'whole morning! Come, what did it look like?"

"I — I — I don't know, just some green leaves, with those little jagged edges, and a few yellow spots, and ... "

Sandy listened for a while, then she giggled, "Ooh, ya makin' it sound like Milkmaid's Friend! Naaaah, Barbara, can't be, it's not a weed from around here. And it so costly, Menena wouldn't sell it to you of all people, y'know."

"Uh, well, she was pretty angry — I mean, just by accident, I —"

"Fer sure? Ya nabbed a taste of it?" gasped Sandy. "Wow, yer braver than I thought!"

"B—brave?"

"Well, y'know why they call it Milkmaid's Friend? B'cause ya dunna hav'ta work at all ifn'ya give it t'the cows, thems jus' squirtin' and squirtin' fer hours, jus' hav'ta swap out them buckets un'nerneath. Mind ya, need t'have lotsa water aroun', b'cause they dry up t'them bones iff'n ya don't keep 'em guzzling. And fer us women, damn is it hard on our teats, y'know, b'cause we ain't meant t'have our milk spray out fer yards."

Barbara jerked back when Sandy's thick fingers quickly felt up her heavy, sagging bags.

"You're lucky, it hasn't kicked in yet else them udders be big as pumpkins an' hard as rocks," Sandy declared, then she nodded, "Yeh, ya best be hurry'n home an' make yerself cumfertable wit' a bucket o'water an' lotsa towels, b'cause ya gonna have a couple o' purty strainin' hours ahead o'ya. Come, lemme help ya to the gate, it's th'least I can do fer ya."

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To be continued ... in Siren Song Part 4: Beyond The Prize Cow!
And if you're wondering where the mermaids are, then don't miss Siren Song Part 5: No Other Way

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