Not sure if anyone else has put forth an idea on this but here’s my two cents.
The tale of how the farm got started, and how the first cow-girls reacted to suddenly finding themselves four breasted milk making machines.
During the second world war a team of scientists were working on a way to combat food shortages that we occurring due to the need to send supplies to the front. This team was working on improving milk production. However the teams research just as it was nearing completion was cancelled as the war ended. The team send to decommission the site outside of a small one horse town in order pocket more of the funds simply dumped the nearly complete formula into a nearby river. Which just happened to feed the towns water supply.
The young women of the town all note some odd changes over the next few weeks, horns, larger breasts, lactation, tails and additional breasts. Thankfully the indecency this causes doesn’t cause many problems as the only men in the town are old men, the rest having gone off to war. But the women have to figure out what to do before those men scheduled to come back do so.
One of them figures to make the best of it and proposed a dairy farm. The men when they do return are more than happy to go along with it, thus starts the first male week.
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Additional notes:
I figure for consistency with the original story the researchers eventually learn of the place and come to help out developing the reversal method present in the original tale.
The special pure milk I figure to give it a clear source comes from cowgirls that have been cowgirls for a few generations and they produce it following giving birth.
That was one aspect of the original story I felt was lacking, regular cows only give milk after giving birth, I then assumed when male week occurred and the restrictions were laid out, it was because the full time employees had to become pregnant occasionally to maintain their milk supply. Which also put forth the concept of would that then be a point of no return at which point reversal was no longer possible? Or just that the child would be born a cowgirl and therefore would have no reversal possible?
But I digress.
The more cow than human look sound nice with pregnancy?
Figured I’d add a bit more potential backstory to this old submission of mine for consideration given how popular it seems to be.
For the community I can envision a few potential paths, of greater and lesser detail.
Path 1: the community is rather small and hillbilly in nature. The women don’t freak out at the initial changes as they simply result in better figures which they all appreciate. When horns, hooves, extra breasts and tails start to emerge there is some freaking out, but meetings to show off these changes seem to also lead to make out sessions between the women due to growing lust and built up sexual frustration with how long the men have been gone. They figure since none of the changes hurt and they can’t afford either a fancy doctor or the risk of being experimented on they decide to wait for their men folk to come home and see what they think of things.
Path 2: The community is small but proper one of middle class. The women appreciate the changes to their figures that are the first signs of the changes and work to conceal the more bovine ones to a lesser or greater degree of success. Friend groups come together at someone’s home for a regular meeting of a book club or knitting circle and one suddenly has a burst of further change that destroy her clothes, resulting in all revealing they have experienced the same. Exploration of each other’s changes lead to sudden make out session between all present as long suppressed sexual desires from the men being gone. A meeting of all of the women is town is called and the most changed women are brought up on stage to show the end results the others can expect and they discuss what to do, leading to the dairy being established.
Path 3: Kylie cursed as her attempts to fit her expanding breasts into her bra resulted in her soaking both bra and shirt in her own milk expressed in a stream from her trying to compress them into the clearly to small bra cups. She knew she wasn’t the only one in town having this problem, like so many of the other women in town they were all quietly ignoring the changes in each other, so long as they took some attempt to conceal them. This latest aspect though, the milk was defeating her, then she remembered her cousin, the one who lived just outside of town at the dairy farm. She sneaks into the barn and with some difficulty due to unfamiliarity hooks her breasts to a milking machine and experiences pure bliss as she is drained of milk. Her cousin finds her there, admitting showing her more changed form she’s used it a time or three herself. Kylie has an idea, they load the machine and a tank into her cousins pick up truck and drive back into town, offering its services to any who need it. Women emerge from homes, showing how all have changed as they line up to be milked. This side business leads to the dairy.
Path 4: Loraine heard the sound of something clattering in the dairy shed and got up, looking at the clock it was early even for her. She threw on her robe leaving it unbelted and put her hat on and leaving another form sleeping under the sheet and went to see what was making the noise. She was glad it was summer and that the farm was isolated because the strange changes that had occurred to them were making keeping certain things contained a mite hard. Loraine and her daughters and nieces had noticed the changes a few weeks back. At first they had assumed for the girls at least it was a bit of late blooming, which given the war was over and the menfolk would soon be home was something the girls were happy with. But then they had kept getting larger, and then there had been the other changes, Loraine looks down at her hooved feet and the tail swinging behind her. Still as much as her girls wanted to hide in their rooms they knew their responsibilities to the cows couldn’t be ignored. Though now they spent a bit of their own days at the milking machines of late.
Focusing back on the present she threw open the door of the dairy, and found her cousin Kelly who lived in town, she recognized the face at least. The rest of her looked a lot like she and the girls had a few weeks back, large breast, the budding of two extra’s below them and a tail swishing behind her in agitation.
The two got to talking as Loraine revealed her own changes and hooks Kelly up to the milk pum. Kelly told her the same was happening in town at a slower pace, as she was milked. She had come out here when she found she couldn’t keep up with hand expressing the milk her growing breasts were producing. The two figure they could make money offering milking services to the town, having come to that agreement a shadow fills the door. Loraine states she is also happy Kelly showed up because she was having trouble keeping her husband Ed satisfied. Kelly looks at the veritable Minotaur filling the door and smiles.
Skip ahead a few months, both are sporting larger breasts and pregnant bellies, and the diary is in the process of renovations and updates to accommodate the cow-women of the town, the Minotaur men using their extreme strength to get the work done quickly. The work would be going faster but as evident by the other cow girls pregnant bellies they keep distracting the work force.
Path 5: Jennifer had been enjoying the strange changes at first, the sensual feelings as her breasts got bigger. But then she had learned that it was happening to all of the women in town, meaning her rivals would also have the same added bonus to entice the returning single men. Then the stranger changes had started happening. She and her friend Sarah had noticed the first odd aspects while making out while her mother was out working, both experimenting with the other as a means of releasing their growing lustful energy and gaining experience in sex in the only way available before the menfolk came back. Oh of course there were a few men still in town, farmers mostly who were deemed essential to that work and avoided the draft as well as a few others in town who had failed to meet the physical requirements.
The changes kept coming, Jennifer found herself out when a wave of changes hit her leaving her outfit in tatters and milk gushing from her breasts. A voice called out to her, and she saw an open door, wanting to get off the street she ran for it. Inside she found Terry, or what had once been Terry, the towns resident dork who had failed to pass the physical for deployment, if she was any judge he was more than fit now towering over her a mass of muscle. She could smell his musk and she quickly gave into the lust and heat between her legs.
Sarah received a call and headed to Terry’s house where Jennifer had asked her to meet her, a naked sweat soaked and shaky legged Jennifer answered the door and dragged Sarah inside, thanking her for getting there so quickly, she needed help. Terry comes up behind Jennifer and she admits she needs help keeping Terry satisfied, as she can’t feel her legs anymore.
The three of them are gathered up a few days later when the other towns folk move to have a gathering to discuss things. The three lovers naked wave and say hi to others they know, also in groupings of all lesbian or herds centered around the few Minotaur men left in town.
The meeting is about how to deal with the changes, the excess milk and the returning men. The decision is that the returning men will be greeted by their significant others if they have one otherwise its first come first serve. The town determines a dairy will work as both a good cover and a way to sell milk.
Months Later Sarah and Jennifer are being milked in ajoining stables pregnant bellies on display as Terry works to helps expand the farm as needed.