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, fresh air, the cowbells gently wafting through the breeze, what could be better? It all felt especially nice now that you got to bring out Daisy and her newborn calf with the rest of the herd.
The calf seems to be having a hard time finding its mom’s milk. You crouch down next to it and guide its mouth 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. “C’mon Rose, you know I’m not a calf!” you protest, but 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 can just pretend and the cows will go away? 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’s not 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, a small rivulet of milk leaking down your chin. You flop down on the ground feeling so full and so satisfied that you let out a cute little mooo. It seemed appropriate! Daisy turns around and lowers her huge head towards your face, meeting your gaze with her beautiful warm brown eyes, before giving you a bath with her tongue. 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, mind racing from how good it felt to nurse from Daisy, but also feeling ashamed that you enjoyed it so much.
When you go out with the herd again the next day, you realize you forgot to pack a lunch for the day. 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 have something more to it?
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.
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 to a damp shirt and discover that your nipples started secreting milk while you were asleep! This is a whole new level of weird. Getting a more impressive chest was nice, but how are you 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 were all puffed up around your significantly thicker nipples that are starting to drip into the sink. They feel full and achy in a way that is totally unfamiliar to you, but all the signs point to one thing.
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 small feeling of relief, which only encourages you to keep going, quietly moaning to yourself as the milk—your milk—is released. After you’ve finished, your cheeks are rosy red and you have a hard-to-ignore erection that’s demanding your attention. As you stroke while laying back on your bed, 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 a third week you notice two tender bumps below your boobs, looking suspiciously like supernumerary nipples. This development may have concerned you a month ago, 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. A growing part of your mind is excited by the prospect of having more milk in your life!
After week 5, you’ve basically stopped wearing shirts as 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, you smile to yourself as you notice the similarities between the udder you’re drinking from, and the “udders” dangling from your chest as you lean over to suckle.
The day comes when your second pair of breasts start lactating too. As much as the image of it pleases you, it’s started to become a bit overwhelming. Milking yourself takes significantly longer than you expected, and by the time you’re done, you’re behind on your morning chores that need to be done before the day starts! 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. Not to mention the fact that your machines are state-of-the-art, able to accomodate a cow of any shape or size, with automatically adjusting parameters to ensure the cow is happy and comfortable while being milked. Maybe it could be worth a try…
The next morning you get up, feeling that now-familiar ache of needing to be milked twice over. You throw on some pants and walk over to the barn to start guiding the cows (except Daisy) to their milking stalls. After the last cow is latched into their stall, you see there’s one left.
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 clang. 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 a 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. Then they start to pulse, 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 stimulus you’re receiving now. 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 penis! 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 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.