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Silver dropped the box onto his coffee table and rifled through his pockets for something sharp. He found a pair of keys and used them as a makeshift knife to cut through the tape on the box.

He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as beneath the bubble wrap his fingers found a soft silicone teat. Silver had always fantasized as long as he could remember about this. When he was younger he'd found art of men with udders and searched more until he found photoshopped pictures of men with huge pink udders that hung below their gut. It was rare for Silver to jerk off to anything but those pictures nowadays and now he had some of his very own.

He’d seen some new pictures on twitter that he’d assumed were photoshopped too until he’d seen the silicone udders advertised below the tweets. The store sells realistic silicone body parts, tits, fat asses, but also udders.

They weren’t cheap, but Silver would have paid just about anything to have them. The second they were out the box Silver was all but naked and sliding into them. The udders were attached to a skin-like silicone legging and torso that he slid himself into. They were tight and it was difficult to tuck his now rock hard cock under the tight rubber, but once he was in them it fell into the gap beneath the udders. The silicone hugged tight against his thighs and stomach, Silver could feel his cock bouncing helplessly inside the hollow udders. Grinning, he donned his best thigh high socks and a complimenting crop top with a ‘himbo hooters’ logo then approached the mirror.

His jaw dropped, it looked so…. Real. With the seams of the silicone udders hidden by his crop top and thigh highs it looked perfect. He turned from side to side and his udders jiggled, long teats darkening from the color of pale skin to deep pink, just begging to be touched.

He reached down and squeezed them and felt… Nothing.

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. ‘I wish they were real.’ was all he could think to himself. As much as he loved them and subconsciously knew that they would never be a reality, he couldn’t help but feel a little let down.

**THUD**

Silver's heart almost leapt out of his chest as he almost leapt out of his thigh highs- that was his front door. Panicking he turned, barely noticing the heavy bulge below his stomach as it jiggled and sloshed with his movement. He panicked, nobody had a key, was he being burgled? Someone would see him like this! His mind raced as he heard footsteps. He was in two minds about whether he should cover up or grab a weapon.

A tall tan man with a scruffy five o’clock shadow and thick moustache appeared at the entrance to his room, he was clad in skintight white lycra with a matching lycra clad hat atop his dark hair. The logo ‘milk man’ with an accompanying glass of milk was emblazoned on his chest and hat. In one hand he carried a portable milking device. He looked at Silver with a grin.

“Hello Silver, I’m here to milk you, if you’re ready.”

Silver was frozen, mind not comprehending, who was this guy? Was he hallucinating? Was this some kind of allergic reaction to the silicone? Surely this was his subconscious conjuring up his fantasy as he lay twitching on the floor as his throat closed up from some bizarre allergic reaction.

“Don’t worry, I can take you back, but I think you should be milked first before you make your decision.”

He placed the milking device on the floor in the doorway and looked expectantly at Silver.

There was an awkward pause, Silver realized it must be his turn to speak.

“What decision?”

It was all Silver could think to ask, he knew he should be shouting, threatening to call the police, there was a strange man who’d just waltzed into his apartment but… There was something about him, that smile, those eyes, that moustache, the obviously kinky gettup.

“Whether you want to stay like this or go back.”

“Stay like what?”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t feel how heavy it is.”

Silver was completely lost, it must have shown on his face because the moustachioed man jerked his head downwards to help him get there.

Silver looked down and saw his udders, he realised they did feel heavy. He gave a slight twist, he felt the pendulous weight, felt an almost sloshing like sensation that made his insides gurgle with a primal desire for release.

He reached down and touched them, his hand pulled back. They were warm, they didn’t feel rubbery at all. He ran his hand over them, they felt smooth, like running his fingers over the muzzle of a horse.

Then he felt it, not with his fingers, he felt it from the udders. He could feel his fingers tracing down the soft pink flesh of the udders. He reached for one of the teats and gave it a squeeze.

He half gasped half moaned as a jolt of both pain and pleasure coursed through him and for a moment it was like he was cumming. His hand quickly pulled free and the sensation stopped as quickly as it had began.

He looked down and thought for a moment he had cum. There was cum dripping from his fingers and a spray of cum across the floor. He looked closer. No, not cum…

Milk.

His jaw dropped.

“I… I’m… I’m…”

“You’re wasting good milk is what you’re doing. Now, that would have been quite intense because you’re full up, it takes a gentle hand y’see, or one of these.” The milkman said, picking up his milking device and approaching Silver.

“So, are you ready to be milked?” He asked.

“This isn’t real, this can’t be real.” Silver stammered, shaking his head. This was too much, he felt a shiver of pleasure run through him as his teat leaked another drop of milk onto the floor. He reached down grabbing his udders with both hands, they felt so heavy. His hands jumped up, reaching to find the seam of the silicone against his chest then against his legs. The seam was… gone?

“I… I don’t…. What’s?” Silver stammered.

“I know it’s a lot, but I also know this is what you wanted, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. And like I said, I can send you back. But before I do or don’t, I think we need to get you emptied. There’s a saying around here that you can’t get a cow to make a decision until they’ve been milked. So how about it?” He asked with a wry smile.

Silver’s head was swimming, it was like a fever dream, a million thoughts raced through his mind but one was louder than them all. He was full and he needed release. It was akin to being horny, almost like being desperate for a piss, he was full and he needed to be emptied. No matter what he tried to focus on, the heavy udders would drag his attention back to them. He could feel his teats throbbing, begging to be touched, begging him to reach down and squeeze them again.

“I know that look, why don’t you sit down so I can hook you up and get you milked, eh boy?”

Silver nodded absently, that sounded good, he eased back onto the couch, he felt his udders rest against the cold leather of the couch.

The milkman approached with his milking device. “Oh look at that, you’re good and full, this looks like the equivalent of 3 or 4 days worth, usually you’d get milked every day. It can put you in a haze, seeing white is what they call it here. Like seeing red for a bull, except well, I think you know what I mean” He said chuckling at Silver’s vacant expression.

Silver watched absently as the milkman switched the machine on, he heard it thrum to life, a rhythmic clicking sounded. The milkman got on his knees next to Silver and began attaching suckers to each teat, the suction was light, just enough to hold themselves to his teat but not enough to produce milk. He groaned, it wasn’t uncomfortable, if anything it felt good, but he needed more, needed desperately to be emptied. That primal desire to be emptied was raging through him now, he felt like he’d been holding in a piss for hours and was stood at the toilet moments away from unzipping and releasing, his desire increasing tenfold with each passing moment.

After all four were attached the milkman stood and held a controller in his hand, he placed his fingers on a dial.

“Ok I’m going to start slowly ok?”

Silver nodded, his teats were begging for more, the light suction had driven his mind into a frenzy, he was, as the locals would say: seeing white. Every fiber of his being was focused on his udders, on his teats. Nothing mattered to him more in the whole world than to be milked. His jaw was slack, his eyes were vacant, he was for all intents and purposes just a cow, a mindless cow waiting to be milked. The milkman smiled down at Silver, happy he was past the confusion, done with questioning, happy that Silver could finally experience this after years of fantasizing.

He turned the dial and with a click the suction ramped up.

Silver moaned as each of his teats began feeling light rhythmic suction in time with the clicking of the machine. It only took two or three clicks before each teat began leaking a few dribbles of milk, then a few more until his milk began to steadily flow. Milk flowed through the tubes and began to deposit at the glass bucket that was the center of the device, Silver watched it feeling a gentle relief, unable to comprehend that the fluid was coming from him.

“Is that ok?” the milkman asked, Silver nodded, still in a haze but still aware enough to answer. It was bizarre, like nothing he’d ever experienced before, like having his nipples played with but tenfold. He wanted more, no- he NEEDED more.

“Are you ready for me to turn it up? We’ll be here all day otherwise.” The milkman asked. Silver nodded feverishly, words still escaped him.

“Atta-boy.” The milkman said, his device clicked and the suction increased.

Silver let forth a gurgling moan, with each pump of the milking device he could feel the milk pouring free. Each spurt like its own tiny orgasm that grew with each pulse. He lay back on the couch in rapturous pleasure. It was like tiny mouths sucking his nipples, or maybe even sucking his cock, it was hard to compare it to anything, the pleasure was so singularly different from any other experience. It was the gratification of letting out a long held in piss, the mixture of pain and pleasure of having his nipples pulled and twisted and also the pulsing pleasure of cumming all wrapped up in one.

It was intense, but again he wanted more, it was like he was on the brink of orgasm even though he already felt like he was cumming he knew there was more.

Another click came from the milkman’s controller, the suction increased and the orgasm Silver had been sensing crashed over him.

He felt the milk jetting from his teats as each was suckled relentlessly by the device. Silver moaned, it was a deep primal moan that he had no control over.

“Mmmm…” he shuddered out, fingers digging into the couch as his body was bombarded by the most intense and relentless orgasm of his life. He clung onto the couch, holding his breath, waiting for the orgasm to relent.

“Mmmuuuuuhhh….” He groaned letting out his breath, this was like no orgasm he’d ever had. It was relentless, he couldn’t tell if it had been seconds or minutes, but he knew it was long, too long, he wasn't sure if he could take it. He was struggling to breathe, his body convulsed and contorted, His mouth curling into another rapturous “Mmmmmmuuhhhh”. He felt like his mind was going to melt and be sucked out through his udders leaving nothing but a dumb cow left brainless on his couch.

“Mmmmm…” was all he could muster, words were lost to him.

“Shhh, it’s ok, let it all out.” The milkman said earnestly, he placed a hand against Silver’s udder and began massaging it.

Silver relaxed, his voice, his eyes, that comforting smile, he unclenched his fingers from the sofa. He surrendered to the pleasure, he lay back letting it overtake his whole body. His entire being seemed to pulsate with the rhythmic clicking of the milking device, each click bringing a new round of untold pleasure as it pumped the milk from his teats.

“Mmmm…” Silver moaned again.

“That’s it, let it all out, that’s a good cow, a good little cow” The milkman said in a reassuring tone, his hand massaging Silver’s udders.

“Mmmm… Mmmuuh…. Muuhh…” Silver moaned as his body was overwhelmed by the force of what felt like an eternal orgasm that refused to end until there was nothing left of him.

“That’s it, almost there.” The milkman said. “Let it all out.”

“Muh… Mooooooo!” Silver bellowed, unable to keep the animalistic instincts at bay. He mooed with all his might, letting the rapturous pleasure that coursed through every fibre of his being out.

“Good boy, good cow” The milkman cooed.

“Mooo….” Silver moaned in ecstasy.

He felt himself sinking further into the couch, his mind falling further into a catatonic state of pleasure as his body continued to moo with each passing moment of bliss.

By the time Silver ran dry, almost 30 minutes had passed. 30 minutes of the most intense unbroken orgasm of his life. He wasn’t sure if he’d passed out, he felt like he’d been conscious, but not entirely in control of his body. He’d heard mooing, and was vaguely aware that it was him making that noise, but he had been lost, lost somewhere deep in the pleasure. Like a body caught in some powerful river, helpless to fight against it so he’d just surrendered and let its powerful currents take him where they would and now he found himself waking on the shores.

He felt a slight pain as the milkman pulled free the device from his teats which were raw and sensitive.

“Sorry, it’s always a bit intense the first time, but you did well.” He said gently.

Silver moaned, his voice felt hoarse, like he’d spent the night before yelling over the music at a nightclub. His mind was emerging from the fog. It was like he was waking up from an intense dream, he half expected to find himself curled up in his bed, boxers damp from an intense sex dream. But as he came to he found himself slumped on his couch with the kindly eyes of the milk man looking down at him. That thick mustache resting atop a warm smile.

“There he is, welcome back to the land of the living” He said with a chuckle.

Silver blinked himself awake, stretching and looking around. His eyes fell to the milking device which was half full now. He peered down at it, he saw red markings on the side and saw that the milk level rested just above the indicator for 2 gallons.

His mind couldn’t take it in, had he just produced two gallons of milk?

As if reading his mind the milkman answered.

“Yep that’s all you. Like I said this was 3 or 4 days worth. But the more you’re milked the more you’ll produce. Given daily milkings you could be producing that much every day given you eat right. You’ll be a good little earner” He said with a smile and patted Silver’s udders.

He felt the milkmans tap reverberate through his udders, they felt empty and more sensitive than Silver could have imagined possible. His teats throbbed, rigid and an angry dark pink.

“But that’s only if you want to stay here, I can take you back if you want?”

Silver blinked up at him.

“Take me back where, this is my apartment?”

“Yes it is, this is your apartment here.” He said as if that explained everything. He read the look of confusion on Silver’s face and continued.

“Here is a place where there’s cow-boys like you, and a few other kinds of men I’m sure you’d have all kinds of fun with. But back there it’s just a fantasy. Now a lot of people like to leave their fantasies just as that, a fantasy, and that’s fine. I can take you back like that.” He snapped his fingers.

“But I can turn and leave, hand this milk off to a regular milkman who can come once a day or as often as you’d like, and you can live here now, live in this world. I know it’s a big decision but-”

“I’ll stay.” Silver blurted, surprising both himself and the milkman. He hadn’t even thought, but he knew as soon as he said it he didn’t need to. This was it, this is what he’d always wanted, he couldn’t go back, not now, not ever. He absently rubbed his udders, gently caressing his sore teats.

“I thought you might say that. Good, you’ll find everything’s already in order. The milk will pay for all your expenses and leave plenty left over, you’ll be able to figure out everything as you go.”

With that the milkman rose and lifted the milking device as if it were no heavier than it was when he brought it in.

“You’re going? Already?”

“Well, I’m just a humble milkman you see” He said with a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye.

“More boys to ferry from here to there, more milking’s to be done, much more.”

Silver eyed him.

“You’re not from here are you?”

“No, I like to travel from place to place and take people to where they need to be. Now, go and get some sleep, you’ll be hungry when you wake up but the fridge is stocked so you’ll be fine. The milkman usually comes after lunch time, you can change that whenever you like just let him know.”

Silver nodded.

“Tell him you’re a three, that’s the setting I had you on today. You’ll want to start there and work your way up. It goes all the way to 10.” He added seeing the look of curiosity on Silver’s face

Silver’s eyes bulged at that. He thought his brains were going to melt at a 3, the thought of a 4 terrified him nevermind a 10. But he couldn’t help but conjure a wry grin at the thought, he felt a longing in his udders, a throbbing, not just from his udders, but from his nipples, and his hole. Looking at the milkman Silver was suddenly very aware of his hole, he felt his hole twitch as if it felt wholly left out. He shifted uncomfortably and eyed the milkman’s bulge. Only just now noticing a seam around the groin, like a little window that would open up to reveal…

His mouth watered.

“Don’t worry, this comes standard as part of the uniform, it’s what makes the milkmen such a sought after job, you’ll find that the milk men bring a little beef with them wherever they go.” He said with a sultry grin and a squeeze of his bulge.

“Can’t you stay a little longer, let me properly thank you.” Silver said, his eyes going from the milkman’s bulge to his eyes.

“I shouldn’t….” He said, but they both knew he didn’t mean it.

“But…” he continued. And reached for the rubber seam encasing his bulge which Silver was sure was growing by the moment.

“Seeing how I just emptied your udders, it only seems right I fill you back up again.”

Silver got to his feet, legs still unsteady from the milking session, he hadn’t realized how tall, how muscular the milkman was.

He looked up at the white latex hat atop his dark hair, the logo emblazoned on that too. Silver reached up and lifted it, putting it on his own head.

Then he noticed two white curled horns pushing up through the milkman’s hair.

“Oh…”

“You didn’t think there’d be a land with cow’s and no bulls did you?” He asked as Silver wrapped his arms around him, feeling the muscles that rippled beneath the latex.

“I hoped…” Silver said. The milkman took his hand and guided it down to his crotch. Together they opened it and Silver’s eyes bulged as he felt the meat that sprang free.

Just by touch he could feel it was huge. 11, 12 inches maybe, as thick as a coke can. Beneath them he felt two enormous balls, a sack not far off his own udders. They felt heavy, they felt full, Silver would have to see to that he thought.

They shared a look.

“My bedroom is this way.” Silver said breathlessly, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway.