>You help with the unpacking, trying your best to memorize the names of the people you'll be spending the rest of your life, but there are just too many, cowgirls, humans, they almost all bleed together
>After a little over an hour, a great rumbling fills the whole facility, you can only assume it's a bomb landing somewhere relatively close
>Eventually, you and Moo get your home, a custom-fit home for a deity of corpulence such as Anonymoo, with enough room for a companion and then some, furnishings are sparse, a super-wide mattress that dwarfs a King atop a stone slab, a living area with a smaller bed to act as a couch, a radio, a few closets, fully-functioning bathroom fit for your meaty maiden, and a couple board games and the like
>It's not much, but given the circumstance you can't complain, you're alive and you got the love of your life by your side, equally somber, but even she cracks a smile when you hug her close
>You settle on the couch fiddling with the radio as Moo does business stuff with the scientists
>In your time with the thing before her return, you find out that it's custom-built to tap into both a local station that a catgirl and a scientist woman run as well as some lines that run to above-ground to read local signals
>The former is silent presently, but the latter is mostly static except for one channel which is playing death metal and the announcer, a haggard-sounding black dude, interjects between songs about whatever's next and that as long as he's alive, radio will live on
>It makes you wonder what kind of magic the SMP did to get these lines working, given the nuclear explosion would probably cover everything in nuclear fallout and ash and deaden everything
>But then Moo heaves her ponderous bulk in through the front door and sweeps you off you feet in a body-engulfing hug, mooing at you happily
>It would seem she's happy you made it too
>After looking over the schedule with her, you figure out the schedule of wake and sleep, when the lights go off and when they come on again for the most part
>That is, most of them anyway, street lamps stay on during "night" for the nocturnal members of the facility and those that just prefer night as well as in-home lights at the resident's discretion
>Either way, you end up in bed nestled atop the meaty mass of Moo, passing out within minutes
>The next morning, you awake, but you find it still exceptionally dark
>It takes a good minute before you realize you can't move your arms
>Moo is on top of you, holding you in place with her incredible bulk
>She's also still asleep
>The sensation is quite pleasant as you revel in it, unable to so much as move a pinky toe
>Before long, Moo awakes as well, gazing lovingly at you before planting a kiss on your lips
>Heaving herself from the bed, the two of you start the day, getting dressed in the usual garb, making some coffee from the maker on a shelf, plugged into the same outlet as the Radio
>Outside, the town is bustling to and fro, animal women and humans heading to their various work and milking stations
>With a soft moo and a smile, Anonymoo drags you off towards one of the soft-white buildings with a picture of a milk bottle stamped above the doorway
>Inside is a cacophony of moos, baas, and other bestial noises as the residents get milked by their handlers/lovers/extra lab-techs who aren't doing anything
>Moo drags you over to one of the larger stalls, probably designed with her in mind, settling on the hay bales there and undoing her top before shifting position as a bar slides out of the wall for her to lean on, massive titties positioned over a drain pipe
>You gaze at her in awe before coming back to reality when she produces her phone and shows you the message "Milk me, stud."
>She doesn't really have to tell you twice as you get down to business
>Stepping forth like a batter to the home plate, you position yourself in front of the jiggly green cow-titan
>You begin teasing each nipple, already hard from the regulated air in the room, tweaking their engorged masses of soft-white tenderness, the barest hint of green in their form
>In no time at all, Moo is letting out a modest trickle
>More tweaking, grabbing and twisting, moans of bliss emanating from your Moo, the trickle turns to a stream
>Mashing yourself between her tits, you lock lips with Moo, still holding fast with your hands as they abuse her nipples, the stream turning to a torrent of white wonderful gushing forth
>The drain can't even keep up as milk begins to pool at your feet
>Neighboring stall attendants and beasts alike are looking on in amusement, calling out words/sounds of encouragement
>Moo is getting more and more flushed, either from embarrassment of being the center of attention or from arousal, you'll find out later
>Just grinding against her, hands twisting her nipples to and fro and just taking them for a hard ride, it feels like an age before she finally empties out, one massive gush that flows out into the main area before finally returning to a gentle trickle before ceasing
>Poor Moo looks utterly exhausted as you step back, catching your breath against the fence separating her stall from the one to your right
>Hefting herself up, Moo seems to regain her composure, the bar returning to its hiding spot in the right stall separator
>Stepping out, she takes your hand and leads you out, a bit too stern-faced about it, catcalls and laughs follow you out the door as she drags you to the side of the building
>Her phone is in your face reading "God, I forgot how much I hate publicly being milked. I'll need to talk to Javert about getting a pipe installed at the house."
>You tell her you had fun, but if it's that big of a problem, you're happy to milk her wherever>Her emotions seem to melt away to happiness as you hug her huge honkers and the rest of her, best you can
>With every kiss, she turns more and more (metaphorically) to putty in your hands as you bed her down in the grass
>Whipping forth your wargod cock, she's on her hands and knees just like that, licking the oversized tip zealously, kissing it, running her tongue down the shaft, mooing gently
>You get lost in the motions as she begins taking your length into her mouth... back and forth.. back and forth
>It's not long at all before your cock is spazming and you grab poor Moo by the horns and ram your dick all the way down her throat, her face going wide in shock as her stomach fills with hot seed
>After close to a minute, she has to come up for air, your cock still spewing molten jizz forth like a cock volcano
>Instead of taking the tip, she just lets it coat her face like a mud-mask
>Finally, it stops as you collapse forward into the waiting arms of Moo who uses one hand to wipe it all off and licks her arm clean
>If every day is like this, you'll never want to leave, you reason

>That said, the day quickly turned from paradise to above-average in a hurry
>Moo, sated in both mind and body, quickly went to her duties, dragging you along for the ride
>The town itself wasn't anything special, a few stores for various goods, a bar, an arcade (which stood out due to the fact it was made of concrete in contrast to the rustic shops and saloon)
>Down the way, and down into a cavern on the edge of the original enclosure, the stone walls come to a landing which opens out into a wide array of research labs, mostly divided with glass
>Moo plants her phone in front of your face, "These are the continuous research initiative labs, basically all the stuff that was worked on top-side in a semi-compact area for ease of placing down here."
>Before long, she separates from you, leaving you in the care of one Dr. Melbourne (4' even, body-structure of a child with floor-length fire-red hair) and her assistant, a 4'6" cat-girl Anon with silver skin and a bright orange face, her name is Cathy
>Melbourne goes on to explain in great detail about a bunch of stuff that doesn't particularly interest you about how all this stuff is possible, but you admit you perk up and focus when she mentions Anonymoo in her voice which is also quite child-like, even if she assures you she is 34:
>"Anonymoo, which is the common term for the cow-ladies and the rest of their half-humanoid herd, are a miracle of science, crafted from a mixture of human DNA, Uranium-232 (It's what give them their odd skin tones!), some genetic tampering, and an animal of choice. They may seem like bulky sweethearts for the most part, they serve some valuable purposes in our lives!"
    >"Anonymoo are a multi-purpose solution for feeding people with all the nutrients they could ever need as well as provide emotional and physical companions who also can double as workers in a wide array of fields, from construction to medical, and even mathematics and many other things!"
    >"Obviously, not all of them produce milk, the major food source we use for transformation into a consistent, healthy meal, but those are the ones who suffer from a genetic defect in their code. They are usually rejected by most facilities, but we treat them the same as any other. They are people and should be treated as such!"
    >"Anyway, like, me and Cathy here are in charge of logging medical records and, like, psychological data too. It's quite important if I do toot my own horn~"
    >Cathy mews in agreement as far as you can tell, Melbourne heads back to her machine in the glass box you are in, resting atop a medical bench, dislodging the gum she's probably hid in her mouth for days now, and blowing bubbled with it yet again
    >"Ah, so, what am I supposed to do now?" you inquire
    >"Right, right, you're a new dude in these parts, Moo's lover or whatever, poor gal.."
    >"Well, we just need to take your vitals, do a quick psychological eval, and then you get your Access card, which decides where you can go, chyeah?"
    >You nod, happy to have a bit of info for once, but something catches in your mind; "Wait, what is Moo a 'poor gal?'"
    >"OH! Don't take that the wrong way, cupcake. It wasn't aimed at you. Anonymoo, your cow-gal, she has a serious defect commonly referred to as 'personality death.' Basically, she was born with one personality, was a good, wholesome cow on a farm somewhere, then either through a farmer's mistake or delayed onset, her personality was totally wiped, name and all. She can' even hear her old name if you say it. It's scary. The odds of it happening again in her life are actually zero as the test cases have shown, so you don't gotta worry about losing your moo.
>In response to your paling face and look of horror, Melbourne rushes over and assures you, "Don't worry. She's safe now. Anyway, medical stuff!"
>Twelve minutes later on-the-dot, and a few molestations from Cathy, your 'vitals' have been logged and the psyche evaluation begins, Cathy sitting in a chair with the doctor resting in her lap, holding a series of cards and other guff
>"What do you see?" "A man's brains splattered on a wall."
>"And this?" "A balloon floating happily by."
>"Hmm?" "Dragon."
>"Ah?" "A bust of Abraham Lincoln."
>This goes on into phrase-play and other nonsense that sounds more like she's toying with you before she finally says "Okay, great! You're a touch morbid at times, potentially schizophrenic, and a touch gay, but otherwise, you're fine! Level-1 clearance!"
>She's up and at her computer in the corner tapping away before a card, already laminated, prints out from below her monitor
>"Enjoy and, like, go visit the candy shop! The guy running it knows exactly what Moo would love~"
>And now you have a card with a picture of yourself, half-assed smile and name, with "LEVEL 1" in big bold letters taking up most of the card, the back is like a blank credit card
>You shrug, hop off the table, stretch a bit, and head on out
>As it turns out, most doors in this place have a keycard reader on them, both with a variant for just sliding the card in front of it, and for actually swiping
>Melbourne's office has a 1 in the lower-right corner of said device, as do many of the ones on this hall
>You wander about, reading names, cheese room, milk storage, water storage, computer lab, vending machines and break room, etc.
>Eventually, you find yourself back in the cavern, then out in the fields
>The artificial lights are as bright as ever, so you wander into town, curious what kind of candy Moo loves
>Finding the actual shop, sign reading "Sugar Salon and Assorted Confections" blends in well except for the pink trim on the building, you head on in through the double-wide glass doors
>Inside, a guy with a smile that could melt a crone's bitter, frozen heart is manning the counter, behind which is a mad assortment of sugary treats, approximately half the bowls have caution tape wrapped around their lids in a way that doesn't prevent opening them
>Two soft-blue cowgirls, who look no older than 14, are lazing on the barstools near the end of the counter, the near one looks over, her twin leaning back to get a view, then the two start snickering
>In a southern drawl as thick as molasses, the guy at the counter tells you, "Pay them no mind, friend. They love to have their own jokes instead of (in a raised voice) do their jobs (normal once more) and I just let them cause I can do it myself most of the time. Name's Clyde Lowery, owner of this here establishment, and sweets-master for the whole of the Enclosure. What can I do ya for, Anon?"
>You almost ask how he knows your name, but he winks and says "Everyone knows you 'round these parts. Anonymoo just wouldn't hush about you for a few months after she met ya, I tell ya. I figure you're here to pick up a treat for her and yourself?"
>You nod, not bothering to speak since it seems most everyone knows what you're gonna ask anyway
>He laughs softly, before turning around and continuing: "Now, you may be asking yourself what the caution tape means. These are special treats that are quite special indeed. Ever wondered what it'd be like to have boobs or make 'em bigger? More dick? Just wanna get really high? All that and more in a wide array of flavors. I can even mix some together or swap candy bases if you give me a day's notice! Anyway, knowing Moo, she'd want some o' this here Black Licorice. Can't say I've ever met someone who likes this stuff 'sides her. Not sure how you'll like what it does to her, but she loves it, so bear with it. Just, uh, don't eat any yourself. Please."
>He hands you a bag with three piece of black licorice and you ask if he has any plain chocolate you can munch on with no side-effects
>"A'course there, friend. Wouldn't be much a sugar shop without plain 'ol chocolate!"
>The 2nd bag houses two jumbo chocolate bars
>"Ah and if you hadn't figured it out yet, there's no economy here. Everythin's free if you are within your ration limit. Varies per-person, but unless you turn into a sugar addict, you won't be hittin' it."
>You thank Clyde and smile at the powder-blue Lolis before heading out, snickering echoes after you as you look around town
>Despite the blazing lamps far above, the temperature here is quite mild, hard to believe they can keep such a massive place temperature-controlled, yet here you are
>You meander back home on the outskirts of town, past the barnyard and a few fields, turns out there's a mini-fridge you missed earlier
>Stowing the sugary-surprises within, you head back out in search of food
>Eventually, you stumble upon the mess hall, a jumbo stone-hewn building at the near end of town, seems to be lunch time as well. Inside, a variety of animal-gals are sitting at tables with various humans sprinkled in, a modest line ends near the buffet tables where everyone is picking whatever they want
>So you grab a plate and join the procession, step-by-step forward and picking out a few morsels, 2 burgers and a medium Sprite for you today
>Setting down in the only free spot, flanked by a giant bovine and a fuzzy bear-gal, you set into eating
>It's quite uneventful, except for the beastly ladies next to you scooting closer and smooshing you between their expansive forms
>When they finish, however, they pat you on the head and giggle it off like it's a joke
>Not much else to do, you head on out and go check out the arcade
>It's almost deserted except for a sheep-girl and a woman of equal, average, proportions running the prize booth
>The sheep is a deep black hue, while the woman is a medium-tone human-black
>You wander up and ask "Hey, is this place open for everyone to use?"
>"Yeah..." "Baa..."
>They both seem utterly bored out of their mind, left arms on the countertops and cheeks resting in them, like some sort of wacky mimicry situation
>"Well, uh, thanks. I'll be over here."
>"Call for Chess or Jesse if you need help." "Baaaa..." echoes behind you as you wander the cabinet halls
>The place is basically a classic arcade, except the space between machines is big enough to fit two or three people and the walk-space between each side is also huge, probably to account for the huge Moos
>Not much else to do, you play some random car racing game with a seat made to look like a real racecar seat
>It passes the time for sure, eventually you manage to dethrone the top-rank, "JES" and add "BUT" atop it, eking out by four seconds on the temple track
>Heading out the front, you wave goodbye to the duo, no response is had
>Either way, it seems like closing time for most as people and animal-gals alike pour out down main street towards the homes at the far end of the fields
>Unsurprisingly, you manage to spot Moo coming on down and fall in-line next to her
>She seems pretty peppy, somehow
>So you chat about how your day went and get phone messages in response regaling her day of health evaluation, debriefing on stuff to come (she didn't share any details), and her "snack" break, which was more comparable to a modest feast
>Amidst the sweaty masses of beast-people and humans, you sweat up a storm along with Moo, but finally make it home and into the air-conditioned safety to cool off and relax on the couch-bed with the radio
>Despite it only being day 2 of the bombs dropping, there's actually several radio stations playing besides the bunker broadcast
>Soft rock plays in the background as you procure your treats and present Moo her bag
>Still a soggy mess, she looks down at the bag in her tubby hands, opens the bag, then looks over at you with a look of shock, phone in one hand and a message in your face at a decent speed "You got these for me? Really?"
>You respond "Yeah, Clyde said you liked them. They're the 'special' kind, though I still don't know what they do..."
>A smirk makes its way onto Moo's face as she pulls out the three black tubers of sugar
>"Moo~" she says, before dropping them halfway into her mouth, taking a huge bite, gnashing and swallowing, before doing the same to the other half
>After a moment, Moo begins to smile, standing up and removing her bikini and standing before you, striking a pose with both hands behind her head, torso turned to your left, and legs turned to your right, one leg hiked up slightly for emphasis of her engorged figure
>It takes a good 20 seconds before you finally see what's happening:

>She's shrinking..
>Not in height, but in sheer volume
>Moo's massive mammaries are pulling inwards towards her chest
>Her arms are thinning
>Her ass is dwindling
>And you just sit there staring wide-eyed until it finally stops
>She's certainly not lithe, but you could fit several of this Moo in her old self!
>Her tits are only slightly larger than her head
>Ass to match
>The slightest layer of fat on her body, muscles rippling underneath, barely hidden
>Breaking her pose, Moo has a grin on her face as she saunters towards you
>And she picks you up, locking lips and nestling you against her modest bust, carrying you to the bedroom
>Unceremoniously, she deposits you on the bed, reaches for your pants, and begins shimmying them downward..
>She stops less than an inch from your beast rod bursting forth at full-mast
>You can't fully admit it, but seeing such a svelte Moo have her way with you is quite.. hot
>Anyway, back to the topic at hand, Moo is stroking your shaft, grinding your pants on the tip, sending shocks all the way up your body and back
>Oh god, you may blow before she even does anything with your dick properly
>And finally, she whips it out with the lightest tug, a foot and a half of pure meat ready for beating
>A single, almost hungry moo escapes her lips before she wraps her tits about the rod and gently molesting the head with her tongue
>Paizuri blowjob with a mini-mega-Moo is not how you expected this to go down, but you gotta admit, she's doing a wonderful job
>Lick, squish, lick, slurp, and at last, she stuffs your dick in her mouth, wrapping her tongue about the beast and holding nothing back
>The feeling is as blissful as always, you just get lost in her mouth for almost a full minute before locking up as hot semen begins pouring forth like a cum volcano into Moo's maw
>At last, your body lays to rest and you look up at Moo, looming over you, a wicked grind plastered on her face
>Within less than a second, she has planted herself firmly atop your cock, slamming the full length into her cunt
>To say it was painful is an understatement as your foreskin is forced back with the power of a piledriver striking hot lead
>And you begin howling in distress as Moo leans in and smooches you on the cheek, slowly, gently moving up and down your length, already rising to full-mast once more
>This goes on for a good few minutes as she keeps you on edge, seems she's getting there as well, judging by her panting and mooing
>Until finally, her sizable rump slams down and she locks up atop you, forcing you into the same motion, another hot load as violent as the last coming forth in a rushing torrent of love-milk and cries of bliss
>Almost passing out from the exertion, you lay there panting, a modest Moo laying atop you awkwardly
>You shrug slightly, kiss her on the cheek and smooth your pillow a bit as you get comfy
>Hopefully, these days and maybe even surprises like this can go on for a long while
>And hopefully that Licorice wears off, this was refreshing, but there's nothing quite like a truckload of meat slamming atop your dick or sleeping, almost totally hidden underneath her bulk