Creamy Elf

Cynthia sat in the cold at the outdoor market. She was trying to sell her milk and homemade egg nog. She needed the extra this year. It has been rough on farmers this year. Being one of the few small family run dairy operations in the country meant they were constantly struggling to keep up with new regulations and advances in equipment. People were nice, but it just seemed that money was tight for everyone. Jim Dreal, the neighbor up the road came over. “Hey Cyn.” he said. “Hi Jim. Are you doing any good selling your homemade wreaths?” He leaned against her truck. “Some. I guess times are tough all around.” He produced a small wrapped box. “Anyway, I got you something. It is no big deal, just saw it and the name was kinda funny with you running a Dairy and all.” He handed it to her. “Thanks Jim. Hey, you doing anything Christmas Day?” He perked up. “No Cynthia. All the kids live far away and since Thelma died I just usually drive out to that Diner on 41.” She balked. “Now I know you need to join me on Christmas Day. It will just be me and the hired hands that stayed around for Christmas. You come around Noon.” Smiling, he nodded. “I will.” She watched him walk away and yelled, “Thank you for the gift. I will open it at home.” The rest of the time saw a few sales, but by two in the afternoon everyone was packing up. She sat the gift careful beside her in the truck and headed home.

Pulling up to her farmhouse Cynthia waved at Jill and Randy. They were heading to do the evening milking. She unloaded the unsold product and placed it in the cooler next to the house. Work on a Dairy was never really done. She headed to the barn and made sure the cows and goats had been fed and watered. Gates were secured. It was getting dark when she got to the house. Jill had made a stew and Cynthia and Randy had just cleaned up and sat at the table. “So.” Jill began. “I know that Randy and I said we would be here for Christmas Lunch, but…” she paused and Randy continued. You see Boss, I asked Jill to marry me. She said yes and well, I am taking her to meet our parents halfway between here and where they live.” Cynthia looked up. “Oh you two. Of course you have to go. I understand and I am also so happy for you.” She moved and embraced Jill. “We will take care of the animals early in the morning before we leave.” Randy continued. “I’m sorry….” Cynthia interrupted. “Young man, you take that girl and you meet those parents. I will be okay. Besides, Jim is coming so I will not be alone.” They ate in silence and the two lovebirds headed to the bunkhouse to pack and prepare for the trip. Cynthia sighed as she washed the dishes. She finished the clean up and headed to her living room. The Christmas Tree glowed with the multi-colored lights illuminated the room. A small lamp being the only other source of light. Settling into the soft couch, she noticed the small gift from Jim sitting on the coffee table where she had set it. She leaned forward and picked it up. Carefully, she unwrapped the box and found the words Shelf Elf staring at her. Rolling her eyes she opened the box. “Oh Jim.” she sighed.

She pulled a paper out of the box before the actual contents. Reading the paper she found out that this was the Creamy Elf. Its magic provided for seasonal creamy, milky fun all year long. The perfect gift for the one who enjoys providing. Cynthia realized Jim had found it funny that the Elf was devoted to providing what was obviously milk. She pulled the little Elf out and laughed. Its Elf outfit was the black and white of so many cow patterns. It looked cute. It definitely had the udders for producing milk. Cynthia felt very sleepy. She lay her head down and lifted her legs up on the couch. The Elf was clutched to her chest. Soon she was fast asleep. As her chest expanded and returned with her steady breathing, the Elf began to dissolve into a liquid slime. It covered her breasts, soaking at first then being absorbed. As the night moved forward, Cynthia began changing. Her breast swelled. They became longer and fuller. Back muscles changed, becoming stronger to hold the weight of Cynthia’s chest. The rest of her body seemed to get younger. Wrinkles on her face smoothed. The gray in her once vibrant auburn hair disappeared and the deep rich color of her youth returned. The body tightened and old injuries began disappearing. The magic was making Cynthia into a gorgeous woman. Slight points grew on her once rounded ears and the change was done. 

It was after daybreak when she woke up. She heard the rumble of Randy’s truck leaving the farm. She was hungry. She grabbed a handful of Christmas Cookies from the counter. She walked outside and found a note and a gift from her two workers. She was gobbling the cookies and noticed her bra was digging into her shoulders. Walking back inside she sat the present down and went to the fridge. She grabbed deli meat and cheese. Taking the loaf of bread she soon was wolfing down multiple sandwiches. The gift was a scarf. It was pretty. The annoyance of her bra feeling so tight aggravated her. She went to her room and began undressing. When she freed her breasts she gasped. Gigantic mammeries pulled at her chest. Looking across to her antique full length mirror she saw a young looking auburn haired woman staring back. She got completely naked. The only things on her body that looked “fat” were her tits. Tits they were as she hefted them with her hands. She felt pressure in them. As she was playing with them she realized they had begun leaking as she moved them. She was lactating. Soon she had a bucket and was in the kitchen sitting in a chair milking herself. Each spurt caused a jolt of pleasure that ran through her breasts straight to her sex. Soon she was shaking in the chair as the first orgasm rolled over her. When she finished she had a full bucket of milk. Taking it to the barn she entered the area they pasteurized milk and started the process on what she had expressed. It was only when a slight chill hit her that she realized she was naked. It felt good. She went back to the house and realized she needed to start cooking. All throughout she nibbled and snacked as her hunger stayed steady.

She had the meal well under way and decided to take a shower. After she had a hard time finding anything that fit well. None of her bras fit, they were useless. She settled on a blue wrap dress. She had returned to the kitchen when a knock came on her door. She answered it and Jim looked at her shocked. “Cynthia?” She giggled, “Yes, it's me. I guess I got a Christmas miracle. Just also came with some major growth.” She cupped her tits and laughed as he looked dumbfounded. He had a million questions and she answered what she could. Jim noticed the front of her dress was wet. “Cynthia, I believe you are leaking.” He said with his face turning red. That was when she overcame embarrassment and told him about her milking herself.

“So you woke up, like this?” Jim asked. “Yeah.” she replied. She winced in pain. “Does it hurt?” he asked. “Yes. It feels like I am going to explode. There is so much pressure.” Jim came closer to Cybthia. “May I see?” She nodded. He slowly unwrapped the top of her dress and freed her breasts. He saw how stretched they were. Drops of liquid had formed on the nipples. “How long has it been since you, uh, you know, milked yourself?” She looked over at the clock. “A few hours at least.” She took a finger and gathered a drop and tasted it. “Oh my. Jim. It tastes like Egg Nog. So Sweet!” She got a dreamy look on her face. The smell that had been assaulting Jim’s nose got stronger. He felt dizzy. Before he even thought about what he was doing he knelt down and took one of her breasts in mis mouth and began sucking. The sweet liquid caused his cock to harden. He felt a heat grow in his groin. Cynthia began moaning as the pleasure of her breast being suckled caused a circuit of bliss to form. Jim was alternating now. Draining the tits and feeling his brain focus on a need to fuck. He felt hands pulling at his clothes. Soon Cynthia had his clothes being off as he pulled the wrap dress from her body. His pants and briefs were around his ankles and boots as he turned her naked body around and slammed it to the table. He was in her easily. The thrusts were violent as he rammed her sex over and over. “OH FUCK Yes Yes More Moooooooooore. MOOOOOOOOooore.” Cybthia moaned. Jim could only grunt before feeling her shudder around his shaft. Balls slapped her as they swung with abandon. For an hour they rutted. Sweat pouring from them. He picked her up and shuffled towards the couch in the living room. His hard rod impaling her as she spasmed. Dropping her face down on the couch he returned to breeding his woman. The thought of her becoming swollen with his offspring ran hard in his mind. She was losing consciousness as the biggest orgasm crashed over her. Jim roared with a burst of energy and unloaded sperm deep into her body. He felt like every ounce of his being was filling her. Soon he collapsed on her and they slept.

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The couple bred many times until early the day after Christmas. When Jill and Randy returned they were shocked at their Boss’ new appearance, but Jim gave them some Milk and cookies as they explained. Randy was getting really hard as he drank. Jill felt aroused. They felt really strange and soon stumbled outside. Jim was surprised as the two transformed into a Bull and a Heifer. Realizing that the milk had magic, Jim and Cynthia corralled the two in the barn. A stall big enough for the two that would allow them plenty of room if what they felt might happen would. It didn’t take long before the Bull was riding the roan heifer. They mated a few times that day. Jim and Cynthia would stop by while taking care of the feeding and milking to check on them. Late that evening they returned to find the naked Jill and Randy cuddled in the stall. The discovery brought about new ideas for a supplemental income. Randy and Jill would gladly test the new types of milk that seemed to change with the seasons. Jim married Cynthia  and for some reason they never transformed, just became overcome with a mating instinct. Over the years the farm grew as children were born. New people signed up to work there. The special milk became very profitable.