Canta's First Day (Centaur, futa, excessive cum)
Story by wind14
I've had this story lying around for a while now while I was waiting for a friend to proofread what I had finished so far, but they never got around to it...anyway here's the current version. I'll probably spend time on editing more before I add a third part, but I hope you enjoy this rough draft!
Part 1
The maid finished tying the long blonde hair into a French braid. Canta demurely thanked the maid, and stood up from where she had been reclining. The wall mirror now reflected all of Canta’s 7 foot tall body as she straightened both her lower horse form and her human upper body. She had to lay on her side to allow her hair to be brushed at all, given her full height. A custom nightgown preserved her decency almost to the ground, no small feat of sewing for the maids of the household for whom the young centauress had provided a slew of unforeseen duties from birth. Canta turned her human part to the side to get a better look at the braid, and smiled once she saw the evidence of her unruly hair being tamed. The brief thought of unruliness was enough to cause Canta to remember how fortunate she was to have been born to the wealthy Lautus family.
Centaurs, as they were popularly known, had begun appearing randomly among human births 20 years before at a tiny percentage. However, the difficult pregnancy, dangerous birth, and revulsion of many parents for what many considered to be subhuman mutants meant that many centaurs were either aborted, put up for adoption, or even left alone in the wilderness. There were even rumors of some secret herds of wilderness survivors. Fortunately for Canta, the Lautus family had enough pride to value any child born to it and enough money to ease her upbringing compared to most others of her kind. She had been homeschooled for elementary, middle, and the beginning of high school, but she would be transferring into a private high school today for the first time at 16 years old.
Canta was worried. Not just about about the poor treatment she might receive as a centaur, but also for her body's other idiosyncrasies causing problems. For one, her breasts were abnormally huge. Even now, they stretched out the front of her nightgown to the extent that one wouldn't be able to discern much of her front below their inconcealable bulk. Moreover, she had produced a great deal of milk naturally ever since hitting puberty. Her breasts would swell and leak if not milked regularly, and the staff of the Lautus estate had secretly begun using it more than store bought milk once each milking session had entered multiple gallons territory. Among the staff, the taste and freshness were considered incomparable to normal milk. Though there was one problem...
“It's time for your morning milking, Miss Canta.”
Her thoughts were interrupted by the maid, whose eyes were on the growing damp patches on the front of her nightgown.
“Good heavens, you're right. Do you have the jugs ready?”
“Of course, here.” The maid carried the first sizable jug over to where Canta was unbuttoning her top. After the first button was undone, the rest of the buttons suddenly reached breaking point from her insistently swelling breasts and popped open. Canta blushed as her buoyant mounds were revealed in their awesome glory, and even the jaded maid couldn't help but gaze in awe for a moment. Despite their size, they were unmarred by stretch marks or scars and looked like they had been carved from pure white marble. Milk streamed out in rivulets from the swollen nipples in dire need of squeezing and began to make a puddle on the floor.
Canta squeezed her right breast, her hand imprinting deeply into the copious mass without covering even a fourth of its surface, and aimed it at the jug. A forceful stream of her thick milk began pouring into the container. She sighed in relief as the pressure lessened and her breast began to diminish slightly. She stopped for a moment to let the maid switch in a fresh jug for the now overflowing one and finished off her right side. There was a noticeable cup size difference between the drained and full breast, but by the time Canta had finished filling another 2 jugs with her left side, her right breast had already visibly grown a bit with fresh milk. However, something else had grown as well that demanded more immediate attention. That something had already poked out from underneath her nightgown and was inching towards the maid still in front of her.
“I'll need lower milking too, please.”
Precum gushed from a cockhead the size of a large fist or even bigger, sporadically covering the front of the maid’s uniform.
“Of course, I'll prepare the room immediately.” The maid rushed out even as her gaze lingered on the visible portion of the massive prong spurting out precum streams each larger than an entire normal load, knowing that it was only the tip of the over three foot throbbing iceberg hidden undern
... more on the forums ...