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When one is young and wild they are able to take advantage of offers which older people may not be able. If one has a family or a career it would be irresponsible to accept an offer to, for instance, be enrolled in an ongoing sexual experiment. But this is exactly the situation in which Ken Spade finds himself.

Ken, like most university students, is a few years away from financial stability. He has been working underappreciated and underpaid in service-industry jobs for years. He is thoroughly sick of it at this point and has been searching for that one rare, well-paying opportunity which would help him into a real career. In the meantime he has enrolled in a month's long scientific study. Ken opted to read the invitation after seeing the company's name alone: LactoGen, which he correctly assumed would be the name of a top-earning scientific company. Upon calling to inquire about the study he was greeted by a recording. The friendly female voice informed Ken that the study would be very long-running, that it would be sexual in nature, and that he would be paid handsomely at the conclusion of the study. Feeling he had nothing to lose Ken decided to visit the LactoGen facility to which he was directed in the e-mail.

Ken is presently arriving at the giant building. It appears to mainly be a manufacturing facility with its wide warehouse-looking portions. Ken is confused at first by the lack of cars at the facility. There appear to be only three other cars in the parking lot though he soon recalls that the phone recording explained that this facility is almost entirely automated. Though he cannot shake the unease as he parks in the mostly vacant lot and steps into the warm air.

Aside from the aforementioned warehouse segments which look appropriately industrial the building appears very modern. Ken walks up to a sliding door and steps inside. The place appears sterile and organized, like a doctor's office. There is no receptionist of any kind awaiting him at the door. The entry hall is entirely empty with three doors in addition to the one he has just entered. Ken walks in awkwardly and wonders what he ought to do next. He notices a screen on the nearby wall. It blinks on before showing an arrow bearing Ken's name leading to one of the adjacent rooms. Shrugging Ken follows the arrow through the automatic door.

When he is inside the room the door behind him shuts and firmly locks with a series of clicks. Ken wheels around surprised.

"Hello Ken Spade. Thank you very much for participating in this study. We here at LactoGen require spunky and energetic young people like yourself to run our business." A perky computerized voice speaks to Ken through a screen-mounted info display. "Please take a minute to listen to the rules of this study as there may be serious repurcu--"

"Uggh, yawn." Ken says after pressing the 'Skip' button on the display. The recording proceeds to its next talking point.

"We care about your safety here at LactoGen. For this reason the experiment may be concluded at any time as long as you--"

"Alright, good to know." Ken mutters to himself.

"That being said we do recommend that you enlist a helper for your fist time as it can be a bit intense. You may use the number pad on this screen to call anyone you would like to assist you." The voice continues.

"Noooo, no, no. I don't need my friends learning about my weird sex experiment job." Ken says as he hits the skip button a final time.

"Thank for listening to all of our rules and stipulations Mr. Spade. Let's begin. If you could please remove your clothes and put on the suit which is sitting on the table to your right. The experiment will begin automatically. Don't worry, this room is locked and isolated to protect your privacy." The voice explains.

"Alright, let's get this started." Ken murmurs. He walks to the table in the corner of the room while unbuttoning his shirt. The suit it tightly packaged and appears to be made of vinyl or leather judging by its shiny appearance. It is colored white with black splotches. When Ken's shirt and undershirt are removed he opens the package. The suit unfurls and Ken is forced to stifle a chuckle. The suit is some kind of cow costume. The soft material is double layered. It looks like it will be a tight fit. The udder has only one 'teat,' the purpose of which Ken deduces immediately.

"Haha, oh my god. This is some kinky stuff. Woooo, they better pay well for this." Ken chides. He rests the suit on the table as he removes his pants. When he is fully nude he lifts the suit and unzips its backside. With great difficulty Ken manages to work his legs into the suit. He is meant to stand on his knees with his legs curled inside the suit. When his legs are securely inside the suit he carefully guides his dick into the udder tube. He expects it to be uncomfortable or chafing, but the material is so soft and lubricated. His penis slips easily inside.

"Damn, this actually feels really good." Ken whispers, his dick steadily growing hard inside the sheath. As it does so he feels two new sensations. First, the suit is beginning to inflate somehow. A mechanism hisses somewhere on the suits back, presumably an inflating vacuum. Secondly there is a stirring in the udder portion of the suit. It undulates with a rhythmic pressure that kneads Ken's groin and testicles. He shudders as the sheath itself comes to life. It begins rubbing the length of his cock with the steady relentlessness of a machine. He shudders with fluttering eyelids. "Oh god, alright. Yeahh." He groans. As the dual layers of the cow suit begin to press in on him Ken shoves his hands into the arm sleeves. Due to the compact nature of the sleeves Ken's hands must be balled in their mitts. He lifts down the face hood so that it rests on his forehead.

Ken stands on all fours as the suit hisses to its full size. He is unsure what he is supposed to do, but is temporarily content to allow the cock tube to do its job. It sucks him off with precision. Every gentle pressure is perfectly timed and placed to push him closer to climax. As air fills the suit he is compressed on all sides by its latex interior. It feels surprisingly good. The cock tube continually distracts Ken with ceaseless pleasure. As he stands lightly humping into the tube the zipper of the suit begins to close itself. The pressure on Ken's body increases as the zipper seals him tightly within.

"What the he-ugg, unnn." Ken begins to protest before climaxing within the cock tube. His little udder ejects his sperm onto the sterile floor. Ken shudders and twitches in the increasingly tight suit. The tube pulses some final times to ensure every drop of sperm drips from Ken's dick and out of the udder.

"Ohhh god that was amazing. But the zipper..." Ken reaches a padded hand to his back with some difficulty. The air pressure in the suit wants to hold his hands in their positions on the ground. When he finds the zipper on the suit's back he realizes that with his balled and covered fists it will be almost impossible to remove the suit himself. He allows his arms to be forced back to their 'hands and knees' position. "Gahh shit."

Ken looks up at the info display to see if there is some kind of instruction. He can see a box labelled 'Auto Disengagement Time' but has to crane his head back and squint to see the set time. Meanwhile the suit has begun to lift Ken off the ground. He stands on all fours on the pillowy 'hooves' of the suit which makes it hard to balance. The udder again begins to knead and excite Ken's glans, much to his confusion.

"Uggh, again already?" He groans. As his penis is teased again to firmness he finally gets a look at the automatic suit disengagement time. "Undefined. What does that meannnuhhh" Ken wonders as the cock tube sucks and massages. The suit is so full it is all Ken can do to budge his arms and legs. Despite the soft material of the suit it presses him incredibly tightly. As he struggles to move any part of his body a new appendage of the suit becomes apparent. A tendril of latex slowly finds its way into Ken's ass.

"Oh noo, what is that?!" He shouts. The tendril soon begins to inflate as well. It swells and balloons forcing Ken's anus to open wide. He is powerless to escape the penetration. He is likewise unable to escape the pleasure. For the second time in minutes Ken cums inside the cock tube. His excited anus pinches the inflating plug. He sprays his load out of the tube and on top of his previous mess. While he shudders and presses against the interior of the suit with all of his strength the plush visibly only twitches slightly. The intelligent anal plug winds its way to Ken's prostate and once there begins to vibrate.

"Hunh, hunh. No more. Is anyone there? Can somebody help me in here!?" Ken moans, his blushing face peeking out from under the happy, inflated cow face. Pressed and sealed within the suit Ken tries his absolute hardest to move his arms. He is able to move the cow hoof a few inches before the pressure forces his arm back into position. He shakes his body back and forth but only rocks on the padded bottoms of the hooves.

The new anal stimulation combined with both the constant sensual pressure of the suit and rhythmic pumping of the cock tube are exciting Ken yet again. "Noooo, how is this possible?" He wonders. He looks up at the display screen for a hint.

"Warning. Due to a process error the LactoGen 'Happy Milker' suit will become permanently sealed and automated after the subject has reached orgasm three times. If you would like to abort the process please ask your helper to press the disengage button at the bottom of your screen now." The computerized voice explains to a dismayed Ken.

"What, I don't have a helper. Goddamn it." Ken yells. He tries to kick his legs and stretch his arms, but the fully inflated suit locks him in place. Ken instead attempts to withhold his orgasm, but this immediately proves futile. Even though he knows he has to escape it feels so good. His prostate is tickled at regular intervals in time with cock tube which sucks and sucks.

"Nnoo, please. Stop. Got to get oouuut." As Ken speaks the final word the suit forces him to ejaculate. Somehow a copious amount of sperm is drawn and he cums all over the floor. He wriggles shuddering over a small puddle of his own seed. And still the suit's devious toys keep Ken excited. Ken looks around frantically before the cow hood begins to lower over his face. A steady beeping emits from the wall display.

"Wait, WAIT! This isn't right. Somebody hmm. MMmpph!" Ken is silenced by a bulbous strap of vinyl which pulls automatically into his mouth. "Mmmph! MMmm!!" He attempts to shout. The gag contains a tube of some kind and soundly fills Ken's mouth. As he fidgets with the gag the hood covers his face. Ken is forced to shut his eyes as the soft mask is pulled tightly onto his face. It is perfectly shaped to the contours of his face. He can now barely open his mouth, much less make a sound. Yet he continues to make muffled cries. He can feel the mask merge with the suit below his chin.

"Mmmrooooo. Mooo!" While his covered ears are nearly deaf under the layers of synthetics he can hear the distinct sound of realistic cow mooing. As he yells into the thick gag he realizes that his cries are being converted into moos which the suit's exterior projects. He can barely move his neck. Ken is completely stuck with his mouth and anus invaded and with the cuck tube constantly pushing him toward his next orgasm. Ken struggles and struggles releasing a cacophony of moos. To an outside observer he looks like a plush, cute vinyl cow standing over a mess of his own sperm. Soon a fluid begins to leak from the gag's tube and forcibly into his mouth. He doesn't want to swallow, but he has no choice. It arrives in unsettling spurts which slide directly down Ken's throat. He is unsure what the sweet, creamy fluid is, but it is definitely having a serious effect on him. He begins to feel dazed and complacent.

Suddenly Ken hears footsteps. Two people have entered the room.

"MMmooo! Mrooo!" Ken cries.

"Haha, look at this Nick, another 'Undefined.'" A gruff voice says. Ken can barely hear them through the squeaking suit. "Man, no one listens to the rules do they?"

"Again!? Wow you weren't kidding." Responds the other person, a younger man. "So we have to take him out back and hook him up right?"

"You got it. Here let's get him onto the trolley." Ken distantly feels himself being picked up through the suits layers. He is, of course, helpless to their whims. Especially now that the fluid is making his mind hazy. "Oop, watch out for the tube, it can get messy." The older voice warns.

"Ooh gross, he got it all over the floor." Nick says.

"That's not bad! He'll be a good milker." The old man replies.

Ken is placed on some kind of cart, he can feel himself being towed someplace. The anal plug is vibrating wildly now. Ken fears he will soon cum again. The tube around his dick and the massaging udder do not help matters.

"Mmmmmrr." Ken groans.

"Damn, looks like he's going to mess up the cart." The older voice says.

"Hey how long do we usually hold these guys for?" Nick asks.

"Well, normally a subject comes in with their handler, tests the suit for an hour or two, and then takes it off. But some people, like this poor bastard, skip the instructions and legally wave their right to be released. Which is great for us because we only pay subjects a flat rate. We're getting way more use from these fuckers than we are from the normal subjects. We usually hold onto them for a couple months. The suits pretty much take care of whoever's inside. We just have to empty the storage tanks every couple of days when they're full." The older employee explains.

'Months?!' Ken thinks. His udder tube pumps away. The aphrodisiac hastens the entire masturbation process.

"Couple days?" Nick asks, surprised. "They really fill up that fast?"

"MMroooo! Moo!" As if on cue Ken's suit forces him to cum. He busts a huge, voluminous load onto the cart. He chews on the tough gag while slobbering down the heavenly liquid.

"Haha, there's your answer kiddo." The old man laughs.

Ken's memories begin to fade at this point. He is blinded literally by the cow mask, but also mentally by the gag fluid. All he can do is enjoy the teasing tube and anal stimulation. Eagerly awaiting his next orgasm. He is lifted again by the employees and is placed between to cushy bodies. Judging by the height and chaos of mooing Ken decides he is caged up with the other cows. One of the employees attaches a collection tube to Ken's udder tube then as far as Ken could tell he has been left alone.

Ken is ceaselessly horny. He is unaware of his surroundings outside the suit. His entire existence for indeterminate weeks and months is consumed by the smell of vinyl, the tough, inescapable gag in his mouth, and the incredible pressure of the suit itself. Ken fades into and out of sleep while cumming hundreds of times a day. Somehow each orgasm is stronger than the last. After a few months in the facility Ken is able to cum for minutes at a time. He is so doped up by the aphrodisiac that he can barely think straight. At times he is convinced that he truly is a cow. It is likewise difficult to focus with the deafening moos of he and his fellow milkers. But throughout the never-ending orgasms and unending mechanized pleasure he hangs on to one enduring thought.

'Got to get out of here.'