<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div><br/><br/>Heather's hooves clattered on the tiles as they walked through the house and she lightly kept her hand along the wall acting like balance as Sam led her back to her room and the milking room. Her mouth opened into an oh symbol as she looked at the place laid out before her. A TV with a remote and a big seat, was it comfy? She tentatively moved towards the chair, climbing into it and getting as comfortable as she could. Her large breasts laid on the cooled counter causing her to shudder and send her nipples into large thimbles.<br/><br/>"Normally ah would sit on a bed an' grab a teat an' aim it at a bucket." She smiled gently. "Ah'd like ta know what the machines are," she said looking at the tubes. Even sitting in the chair, Heather was below Sam in height. The love seat creaked under the minotaur's weight as she shifted to get comfortable. The cow woman pulled up on her shirt to give her breasts access to the machines. "Ah've never done it without living touch. Will it hurt?"<br/><br/>She trusted her human host, but she was still nervous about the human machines. She had found most human products didn't handle her strength very well, causing a sense of anxiety. She hoped Sam could help her with that. She wanted to stop breaking things. And above all, she wanted to get done with this so they could start bonding as a clan.