Milking
After getting mothered by one of your dairy cows, your body begins to undergo some bovine changes.
Being out in the field with your cows is your favorite way of spending a nice warm spring day. Sun, a fresh breeze, the sound of cowbells gently wafting through the air, what could be better? It all felt especially nice now that you got to bring Daisy and her newborn calf out with the rest of the herd.
After a few minutes observing, the calf seems to be having a hard time finding its mom’s milk. You crouch down next to it and coax it to one of the four large teats hanging down from Daisy’s udder. The calf gets the hint and is soon happily suckling their mother’s milk. Satisfied, you move to get up, but something is blocking you from behind? You turn your head and see Rose, another cow, her warm breath in your face. She moos gently and nudges your head down towards the udder, calm but insistent. You protest “C’mon Rose, you know I’m not a calf!”, but the other cows have circled up on either side of her and are blocking any path of escape. Seeing no other options, you turn your attention to the large udder swaying in front of you and take a teat in your hands. The calf beside you seems to be enjoying themselves, so why can’t you?
Lowering your head, you wrap your lips around the soft warm teat and begin to suckle, but nothing comes out. “Maybe” you think, “I can just pretend and the cows will be satisfied with that?” No such luck, as Rose nudges your head into the udder with her nose, bumping the heavy sack. Before you can react, the milk lets down and a squirt of cream rushes into your mouth!
Woah, that taste wasn’t what you were expecting! Despite working on a dairy farm, you’ve never actually tried unprocessed, warm, fresh-from-the-cow milk before. The thick, creamy fluid is more delicious and satisfying than you ever imagined milk could be! The strangeness of the situation forgotten, you close your eyes and sigh contentedly as you continue to nurse, cheeks slightly bulging from how much milk you’re taking in.
You’ve lost track of time by the time the stream dries out and you reluctantly pull the teat from your mouth, and a small rivulet of milk leaks down your chin. You flop down on the ground feeling so full and satisfied that you let out a cute little mooo in what appears to genuine appreciation! Daisy turns around and lowers her huge head towards your face, meeting your gaze with her beautiful warm brown eyes, then surprising you with a tongue bath! You laugh and squirm but she’s persistent and doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied that you’re clean.
That night, you toss and turn in bed, feelings of joy and shame spin around your mind as you remember how good it felt to nurse from Daisy.
When you go out with the herd again the next day, you realize too late you forgot to pack a lunch for the day, and it doesn’t take long before your stomach starts rumbling. The cows take notice and “encourage” you to nurse again. They must see you as a poor, undernourished calf, and honestly you were secretly hoping this might happen again. You get down on your knees with far less reluctance this time and drink your fill once again, leaving you feeling warm and hazey-minded as you gaze up into the eyes of Daisy while she washes your face.
When you wake up the next day, your chest feels strangely tender, like it did when you first started taking estrogen. Could all that milk meant for a newborn calf be having more of an effect on your body than you realized?
But once you’re out in the field again, those concerns melt away as you obediently kneel down to drink more of your “mother’s" milk? That didn’t make any sense, but it feels so “natural” all the same.
This routine continues for a week, and you swear that your boobs are getting larger as your shirts start fitting differently and your bras are getting tighter. The warmth you get from nursing seems to concentrate in your chest specifically.
One morning you wake up, confused as to why your shirt is damp. You quickly discover that your nipples have started leaking milk while you were sleeping! “This is a whole new level of weird” you think to yourself. “Getting a more impressive chest is nice, but how am I gonna deal with this?” You toss your shirt into the laundry and go to the bathroom to avoid dripping any more milk on your bedroom floor. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you realize just how different you look now. Your nose has gotten larger and wider and has taken on a darker tint, and your ears have gotten longer and covered in soft fluffy fur! You look pretty cute! Now that you can properly examine them, your boobs look huge compared to what they once were. The darkened and enlarged areolas are all puffed up around your significantly thicker nipples, which are now dripping into the sink. They feel full and achy in a way that is totally unfamiliar to you, but the solution remains obvious:
You need to be milked.
Leaning over the sink, you grip your nipples with your thumb and index fingers and pull. You’re rewarded with a small squirt of milk and a feeling of relief, which encourages you to keep going, quietly moaning to yourself as the milk—your milk—is released. After a minute or two, the milk stops coming, so you figure you must be finished. Your cheeks are rosy red, and you have a hard-to-ignore erection that’s demanding your attention. As you lay back on your bed to address that, your mind is filled with images of udders and nipples and sweet delicious cream, overwhelming you until you cum, letting out an embarrassing mmmooOOO as you do.
After the third week, you notice two tender bumps below your boobs, looking suspiciously like supernumerary nipples. This development may have concerned you before everything changed, but you’re so far into this nursing regimen that you can’t imagine stopping now because of a little thing like that.
After the fourth week, they’re undeniably developing into a second pair of breasts below your original ones. They’re still tender like your original pair were when they first budded, and with that tenderness comes the excitement that your body being taken deeper into this fantasy!
After week five, you’ve basically stopped wearing shirts, since stuffing two pairs of reasonably large boobs into any of your tops is too uncomfortable to even consider for a long day of farm work. As you nurse from Daisy in the pasture, you smile to yourself when you notice the similarities between the udder you’re drinking from, and the “udders” dangling from your chest as you lean over to suckle.
Eventually, the day comes when your second pair of breasts start lactating too. As much as the image of it pleases you, it’s starting to become a bit overwhelming. Milking yourself in the morning has been taking longer and longer as your milk production has increased. By the time you’re done, you’re already behind on your morning farm tasks! Manually milking both pairs of breasts will take up precious time, especially when you already have to guide the herd in their milking stalls!
Milking stalls. What if—
“No! No way! You’re not a cow, you’re a human!” part of your brain shouts. But the more you think about it… “Really, there’s not much difference between the milking machines and a breast pump” you realize. Not to mention the fact that your machines are state-of-the-art, able to accommodate a cow of any shape or size, with automatically adjusting parameters to ensure the cow is happy and comfortable while being milked. “It could be worth a try…”
When you get up the next morning, you feel that now-familiar ache from a boob that needs to be emptied. You throw on some pants and walk over to the barn to start guiding the cows to their milking stalls. After the last cow is latched into their stall, you see that there’s one left that is unused. Originally meant for Daisy, but now…
It’s just for you.
You take a deep breath and step into the stall. As it detects an occupant, it automatically closes and latches the gate behind you with a click. You glance over at your neighbor Rose, who you could swear is giving you a knowing look. At your feet, a panel opens up on the floor, and an articulated metal frame with four hoses sporting rubber-tipped attachment points rises up. It only comes up about a foot before stopping and giving an error beep. You glance up at the status screen above the stall and see that the system was unable to detect any milking points within its reach.
You realize that you’re going to have to get on all fours to use it. For it to use you.
Blushing furiously, you gently lower your knees onto the clean rubber floor of the stall and lean over the tubes, your large breasts dangling enticingly above them. After a moment, a confirmation beep sounds, and the tubes are automatically aligned with your nipples. Should you call them teats at this point? You hear a rush of air and feel several tugs as the tubes’ grip your nipples tightly with suction, causing you to gasp. With a beep,SS they start to suck methodically, and milk begins to flow from all four of your breasts simultaneously.
It’s a good thing you weren’t standing, because you can barely hold yourself up with the amount of stimulation you’re receiving. You can barely think and all you can do is moooOOan. Well, that and start frantically unbuttoning your pants to relieve your suddenly hard dick. As it pokes out from your underwear, you hear another beep and look up at the screen. “New milking site detected” it reads.
Before you can react, a new tube emerges from the floor and expertly sheaths over your entire erection! It quickly matches pace with the pulsing of the other tubes and you’re overcome with the sensation as it builds up your arousal irresistibly, committed to milk you for all your worth. “Being… a cow… isn’t… so bad” you think to yourself before it brings you to climax and your brain is drowned in endorphins.
You lay on the ground panting, sweat trickling down your face as the flexible milking apparatus disconnects from you and withdraws into the floor. Your stall beeps a success tone and the gate opens. You hear a familiar moo and feel a wet snout nudge you, trying to coax you up. Reaching out for the strong head of Rose, you slowly get on your feet, still feeling dazed after experiencing the strongest orgasm of your life. You prop yourself on her as she leads you out of the barn and into the field with the rest of the cows. The fresh breeze and warm sun on your face feels incredible, and even the grass smells sweeter than before. You flick your ears, lick your nose, and moo happily. Daisy, noticing your entrance, moos in reply.
It’s nursing time.