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UDDERLY STRANGE: FRUIT MILK

MilkMan0 reached out to me and convinced me to be the first one to post a story. All of us on this side of The Wall, have noticed a recent emerging controversy among you people on the other side. It would seem one of the Confederacy government's little secrets ended up getting out on it's own. Half of you men are outraged and the other half are surprisingly still supportive of the government itself. Obviously those of you visiting this forum and asking very specific questions are of the outraged party. In light of this recent development, it's time to finally put a lot of unnecessary concerns to rest. For the sake of this story, about how I got here with my dad and adjusted to it's society, we will just call me Nick and my dad Frank. Sound good? Great. Now let's start this right when we arrived at our destination on our side of The Wall, concealed in a shipping crate and at a train station.

“Dad." I prompted Frank in the dark of the crate. “I think we are here."

“Yeah. Don't feel any more vibration or hear anything besides you. The transport trains stop nowhere beyond the wall, except at their destinations and then wait for the swapping of cargo, before reversing and going back. It's safe to say we have arrived and now just wait."

“You think they got your message soon enough?"

“The cargo manager back at the city station said they did and we were all set."

“Is it okay to get a little excited."

“A little. We still don't know what actually awaits us. Everything we were told beyond The Wall leads men like you and me to believe it's a primitive society. Of course that is likely a lie, but many things are probably very different from what we know. So just brace yourself for some surprises."

“Sure dad. I can do that. You took a big risk arranging this and it could have very easily failed back at the city. We would actually be in jail right now."

Both of us could barely see each other inside the crate, but was pretty sure he was smiling back at me with approval. We then heard muffled conversation draw closer to the double access doors and scooted back out of sight behind a shrink wrapped stacked skid of produce boxes. The whole container smelled like the fruit section in a store, back at our old home. We then heard the distinct sound of metal clicking and sliding, before the doors swung open and the darkness was abruptly washed away by bright light. We closed our eyes and stayed quiet, before slowly opening them back up and adjust to the new lighting level. The first thing that came into focus was a large white label, plastered on the shrink wrap of the skid and displaying crucial shipping data about the strawberries contained inside it.

Allow me to briefly explain to those of you readers that are not informed about the specifics of the trade between the two major zones. We produce regular and flavored milk for your side. But the Confederacy government doesn't trust our crops and doesn't want to risk contamination. So they ship the fruit from their farms to us, that we then process and add to our milk. Then the flavored milk is then shipped back to them. In fact both are literally switched on site. The crate we were in would get emptied of the fruit shipment and immediately replaced with the fruit flavored milk shipment. This is done no other way and controlled as tightly as possible by the Confederacy government on your end. Our successful defection to this side of the wall is why shipping procedures on your end were made stricter as well. Now back to our arrival in the crate.

We waited a while longer, as a conversation between two men or beasts resumed. They were casually chatting about everyday stuff, while occasionally punctuating the conversation with things relevant to the shipment in the crate itself. We would occasionally hear something heavy like hooves hit the floor and guessed that both of them were likely beasts. But then our knowledge of this side was still very limited. One of the beasts was then heard exchanging pleasantries and then left the crate. The remaining one then decided it was time to get our attention.

“Okay gentlemen. I am ready whenever you are." He announced.

Dad stepped out into the center walking gap between the skids first, with me behind right him.

“Splendid." Came the approving deep voice, from the silhouetted outline of what we guessed to be one of the horse type beast men.

He appeared to had no trouble whatsoever balancing on what would normally be a horse's back legs. There was visible sign he had the tail as well. Aside from the horse head, the upper half had the same outline as a well built man. Both of us raised a hand to blot out some of the outside light beyond him and get a better look at his body. He was definitely a horse beast and dark brown, with a white blaze on his muzzle and a vague shaped four point white star in the middle of his chest. He appeared to be outfitted with a pulling harness, that resembled another type harness I seen once in a friend's underground forbidden magazine. Aside from that, he was completely naked and holding a clipboard.

“Depending on your initial level of modesty. You two may want to strip down to your underwear. The morning may be cool for the moment, but it is quickly warming up to be another toasty summer day outside the loading docks of the station." The horse beast advised us.

We nodded in acknowledgment and shed our buttoned short sleeve collared shirts and then handed them over to the horseman, after he stepped closer with an extended open hand. He then laid them on top of the nearby skid.

“You sure you don't want to loose the shorts as well?" He inquired politely.

“We don't have anything on underneath and not sure what the dress code is in this work environment for basic men like us. For… safety reasons."

The horseman spread his arms out and looked down at his own sheathed cock and balls, then back up at us and shrugged.

“Looks like it is pretty safe to me. Not one damaging mark on my important equipment. You two will quickly find out that pants and underwear are not used on this side of The Wall. It is simply not very practical for either type of altered man. When things do need covered for protection, kilts perform that need for us just fine." The horseman assures us and chuckles.

Dad and I then look at each other and shrug, before slipping off our shorts past the sandals and handed them over as well.

“Alright then. Let's move onto the next essential thing." The horsemen announces while looking over the old fashioned clipboard in his other hand. “It says here that Frank is predominantly a meat eater, while Nick is more about the green stuff. So who is who in this paperwork?"

“I'm Frank the father." My dad replied. “My son is Nick."

The horsemen briefly looks directly at us and nods, before looking back at the clipboard.

“Looks like you two still have the mandatory suppressor in your system. Otherwise Nick himself would already be experiencing some change, with the base of his cock getting puffy and the ball sack loosing it's hair before beginning to get smoother and puffy itself."

“Wait. You mean the Phaze is really airborne?"

“The Phaze? There actually is no such thing and it's just fear inducing propaganda."

We were both just as shocked as the rest of you just now getting this news on your side.

“So what changed you men, if it wasn't a virus?" I had to ask.

“The same thing that changes all men, without taking the suppressor on a regular basis."

“Hold… hold on. Every man alive, at least on this side of the world, is infected… with something?" My dad asked.

“Not infected Frank." The horseman assures him, before setting the clipboard down next to the clothes up on the skid and then steps a little closer, before bringing a hand gently down onto a shoulder each. “More like stimulated. Turns out humans always had the capacity to change like us altered men, but it was simply laying dormant in the genes. Then after enough generations of people got exposed to the enhanced plants and meats, it got triggered and began waking up."

“So why didn't the women change?" I then asked.

“That is best answered by the men managing the transition compound. They know quite a bit more about this than I do. I only know enough to do my job at the docks and do this brief little thing."

The horseman then cranes his head down to rest between our faces.

“How about we get on out of this stuffy crate and out of the other dock workers way. We can finish this back in the office and get you two properly started with your new lives here."

He then turned around and grabbed everything off the wrapped skid, before walking out the crate and to the side. We followed him slowly, allowing our eyes to adjust to the morning sun hovering over the open air loading area. Both of us were careful to mind the gap and stepped over it, before looking beyond the raised wide platform and seeing nothing but the trees of the nearby woods. We panned our head one way and saw the platform stretched the full length of the train itself, towards the direction of the connected rail line for the city beyond The Wall. Many additional beasts were already walking up to crates and opening the doors, to assess the cargo inside them. Many of them were also horses, along with actual cows and goats. We looked the other way and saw a tall warehouse style building, just past the locomotive that pulled the line of crate hauling flatbeds, with multiple large sliding doors in the open position. There were also multiple tall metal shafts, that looked like chimney's, running along the peak of the roof. The platform itself slowly widened outward towards the trees, fully connecting with the building's visible excessive length. We then heard a sharp whistle and focused on the horseman that just talked to us, before nodding and walked in his direction. He turned away again and slowly walked towards the very last open door. Dad and I briefly changed our pace to a jog, to catch up and then slowed back to a walk, once we were beside him.

The three of us then walked on into the shaded interior of the warehouse, that was already coming to life with more beasts walking or jogging about the open floor and in between storage racks. Half of them with clipboards of their own. Many of them already had paired up and strapped themselves to heavy looking large floor hugging wheeled platforms, before pulling them along towards the docked train. Mixed in among the beasts were some of the other type men, whom looked completely human and were wearing kilts. Both of us also noticed that something big and roundish pushed the bottom of the kilts outward a little, bouncing with their walking and jogging motion. Their stance was a little different than an average man, with their legs spread slightly outward for better stability. We couldn't help but notice our presence was triggering some brief obvious gossip material among those that spotted and welcomed us to this side of The Wall. The horseman then led us right up to a large walled off room, with a ceiling and door optimized for his size beast. It otherwise blended in with the rest of the warehouse's white washed interior design. Besides the solid metal door, there was only one large viewing window with closed shades. One thing was slightly odd about it. The walls did not touch the floor and there was a visible gap running it's full length. Not even the door touched the floor. When we stepped closer, there was a noticeable swift draft blowing towards the gap. It quickly stopped the moment the horseman opened the door, then stepped in and behind it.

“I'm sure you already noticed the draft." He informs us, as we then step inside. “One of the altered men is like an architecture wizard and found a way for all of the enclosed spaces to stay comfortable by simply manipulating the air with better ventilation." He then points up at identical gaps in the ceiling all along the one wall. 'The gap in the office walls and the gap up there, work with another gap at the top of vertical shaft on the roof. The man calls it the wind tunnel effect. Works pretty good, even on the hottest of days."

We noticed how well it worked, the moment he closed the office door and felt the entire room become part of the wind tunnel, with a steady strong breeze moving right through it. The white washed office was large and sparse, smelling curiously of warm oatmeal. It was big enough to fit a large freight truck inside it and had various wall mounted handmade posters mounted just under the ceiling gap, that outlined proper work and safety procedures for altered men of both types. There was only one desk in the corner and four chairs sitting around it. Additional lighting was provided by hidden sources concealed behind the trim board that ran all along the ceiling itself. It appeared to be changing very slowly and fluctuated between washed out versions of the six primary colors. It helped to make the environment of the office more welcoming.

“I'm supposed to inform you men to take your time and go over the posters thoroughly, to make sure you understand the warehouse work environment. Everyone that lives on this side of the wall, takes their turn working here or at another shipping warehouse like this one. It's essential knowledge."

Unlike the boring safety posters we were familiar with back in our home city, these actually showed effort put into the artwork itself and the displayed naked bodies were also nice to look at, causing our own cocks to begin getting firm. We then noticed one particular poster that had no analog on the other side of The Wall, outlining proper work and safety procedures in regards to the altered man's sex organs. There was even display instructions that showed how both types of men should wear the protective kilts. Both of us then heard the horseman step up behind us lightly and place a hand on a shoulder each, as a dark brown bobbing horse shaft came into view of my peripheral vision. Just as I turned my head, to bring it into full view, dad had already turned towards it and reached out to grip the end of it just past the blunt head. I then watched as he craned his neck forward and opened his mouth to swallow it. His eyes moved up to meet mine, as he began slightly bobbing his head on the horse meat, then closed them and moaned.

“You like how that tastes Frank?" The horseman asked him, as he moved his large hands up behind our heads and began running the fingers through our short hair sensually.

My dad just nodded his head once and began audibly slurping around the horse cock in his mouth. I reached out to him and stroked the side of his face tenderly and then moved it down to rest on his shoulder, before reaching for his hard cock and began stroking it. He returned the favor and reached out to begin stroking my cock as well.

“How about you both share." The horseman suggested.

Just as he began pushing my head towards his cock, my nose picked up on that warm oatmeal smell beginning to get stronger and couldn't help but wonder if that was actually coming from the beast himself. The moment my face was pressed right against my dad's, he moved his face away and helped the horse man push my mouth onto the dripping cock right away. Both my nose and mouth soon found the oatmeal source, as the substance rippling out of the horseman's cock rolled over my tongue. My eyes briefly got big and darted to my dad, who simply just looked back at me and grinned. I then closed them and moaned at how potently kinky it was to actually suck a horse cock and have his precum actually taste just like oatmeal.

“I don't think that is his precum." My dad then whispered into my ear. “It's a little too thick."

I just nodded in agreement, as I began bobbing my own head on the horse cock and working my tongue under it's length inside my mouth.

“Just in case you two are already wondering. It's not precum and it's not cum either. It's something special that makes beasts like me essential breeders. I can pump this stuff out of my cock for a very long time, depending on how hungry the warm hole is for it. Now let your dad have some more Nick, before I stop the flow."

“Wait. So you can actually control it?" My dad asked before taking over nursing the cock.

“Not at first, when it started shooting out of me just like cum. But then I quickly had to learn how to control it, when the loads kept getting much bigger and I got use to the sensation of an orgasm lasting so long." The horseman answered while looking directly into my eyes and stroking the back of my head sensually.

My dad soon raised his head off the cock and grabbed the back of my head, before roughly pulling it towards him and crushing our lips together. The moment I opened my mouth, that oatmeal flavored substance was pushed right into it. Both of us closed our eyes and moaned, while moving the wonderful tasting stuff back and forth between us. The texture of it was just like runny oatmeal, without the physical oat bits in it, but it still tasted great. Eventually we ended up swallowing our share of the stuff and separated, while licking our lips clean.

“Good stuff." The horseman commented offhandedly, after patting our backs. “Now we can move onto getting you introduced and settled in at the transition compound. Follow me men."

Both of us watched as he lowered his hand down and used his fingers to grab any of the residual oatmeal flavored substance dripping out of his cock, as it began softening and shrinking back into it's sheathed form. He then turned and opened the office door for us, as we stepped out into an open floor space that had become a lot busier, with new traffic coming in through the previously closed opposite sliding doors. Beyond them were multiple rail lines that led away from the warehouse and disappeared into the surrounding woods. The immediate one was currently empty, while the next six were occupied by a single docked rail car, that looked a lot like a windowless version of the city public transit cars, with an installed driving cab. We finally bothered to notice that there was no descriptive signs or tags anywhere around the storage racks. The place had adopted a minimalist organization system that utilized color coding instead and thus whole rows of racks were painted a specific color that only had meaning to the workers. The racks themselves were kept to the side of the warehouse where the multiple rail lines stopped, leaving the side we entered free and clear for the heavier transport traffic.

The horseman with us paused his walking, after seeing we had stopped to look at everything beyond our end of the warehouse. All of the cargo being taken away from the train, was immediately sent to the far opposite end of the warehouse and placed on the quickly-filling black storage racks. The racks at our end were brown and faintly smelled of oatmeal. They were already filled with enclosed climate controlled containers labeled Oat Milk and were not being touched at all. The rest of the active traffic was focused on the next six rows of racks, that were colored Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Purple. The larger beast men were towing and pushing platforms filled to a manageable height with their climate controlled containers. The smaller regular men were wearing kilts that color matched their assigned racks and holding clipboards of their own, as they collectively coordinated the transport traffic of both the train and the other parked rail cars.

“Quite the operation. Yes?" The horseman prompted.

“It certainly is efficient." My dad commented.

“...and impressive." I added.

A hairy stocky brown kilt wearing man then approached us from the sliding door beyond the brown racks. Behind him was another singular transit car, that actually had it's windows and was unloading more people of both sizes to help with the work in the warehouse. The rest of the regular looking men were wearing kilts that matched the other racks.

“Hey Negan." He greeted the horseman. “You all done with the orientation?"

“Was just waiting for the rail car to arrive and then take our new residents to the transition compound." Negan then stepped between us and pressed our heads against his thighs. “Meet Frank and his son Nick. Frank and Nick, this is Tyler. My paired breeding partner for the Oat Milk producing facility. Him and I will be your escorts to your next destination."

“Welcome to the other side gentlemen." Tyler greeted and extended both of his hands toward us.

Negan kept his hands on our heads, forcing us to stretch a little, as we extended a hand to be shaken in friendship. Neither one of us couldn't help but briefly glance towards the noticeable round bulge at the bottom of the smaller man's kilt. He noticed and looked down himself, before looking back up and then directly at me, before grinning and snickering.

“You will be wearing a kilt yourself soon enough. But first, your body needs to put on a little weight and they can help you with that at the transition compound. Unless Negan himself has anything else to add, let's get going."

Negan finally let go of our heads and gave our backs a little nudge, to walk on ahead of him and follow Tyler out the warehouse. Dad and I briefly looked at each other and he simply grinned in a knowing way. I replied by sticking out my tongue at him. The moment we walked out of the warehouse and out of it's persistent ventilating draft, we noticed the day was already a little warmer. As we approached the rail car, both of us began feeling like little boys again, as it's flexible design made it seem huge. All of it's features were sized up to make riding comfortable for beast men. The seats inside had steps under them that pulled out, with booster sections stored inside them.

“Pick any seat you like, but you may want to be next to a window." Negan commented as he set down and waved his arm through an open one.

Tyler took the seat next to him and retrieved his booster, after pulling the step out. We were fine picking the next bench section in front of them, with dad taking the window seat. We then spotted the head of a regular looking man pop out from beyond the partition at the driver cab and then wave towards someone beyond us. I turned my head and spotted another man wave back from his cab at the other end, before we heard the slight whine of electric rotors engaging and felt the rail car beginning to slowly accelerate away from the warehouse. Turned out the four of us were technically sitting backwards, but we didn't care and simply enjoyed the air rushing through the open windows of the car and watched the nearby trees rush by us. Occasionally the foliage would break and show the burnt ruins of a small town, that fell victim to the religiously fueled riots triggered by the emergence of altered men. Many of the structures were already being visibly reclaimed by nature.

Soon the foliage broke away again and revealed rolling hills of cultivated crops growing in well maintained fields. One of the plots was actually occupied by carefully tended trees and was likely a fruit tree orchard. There was also signs of naked men, both beast and the smaller kilted ones, scattered throughout the plots doing routine daily work. It was as if the dramatic social upheaval never happened here and life just kept going on. The foliage then returned to the sides of the rail line and then broke again, as the passenger car crossed a metal truss bridge over a large river. We then spotted in the distance what was originally a huge fancy historical Tudor style mansion or hotel, that showed signs it was still being used by people. Negan noticed us turn our heads and simply stare at it.

“That is the transition compound for all new arrivals. Bigger beast men like me don't have much use for it, much less even fit inside, but it is just the right size and has everything we need, for helping men like you figure out your new altered lives" He informs usen

“You probably recognize it from being used in a lot of movies and television shows watched before The Divide." Tyler comments.

It did look familiar to us and we both recalled a television show, about a girl tragically orphaned by disaster and struggling to find her place in a related rich family she never knew existed, but also had their own peculiar social problems and a scandalous incest laden history. The bridge was soon replaced with the foliage again, before the passenger car itself began to slow down. Our side of the car then quickly got a scenery change from trees to a stone wall, with sitting benches sized for both types of altered men. The entire length of the wall had a simple overhead pitched roof and supported on simple dark brown wood columns. We then heard the electric rotors go silent, as the car came to a stop and the nearby sliding doors opened. Everyone got up and stepped out onto the passenger platform, then watch the passenger car resume it's path away from them. This time Negan led the way and Tyler walked right between us, after picking a nearby opening in the wall and following the cobblestone walkway up a gradual incline.

“Negan won't be too far away and will be in the repurposed horse stable." He assured us, as the flanking walls began shrinking in height and eventually gave way to familiar trees and foliage.

The walk was a little lengthy and gave the two of them time to brief us on what sort of social environment we could expect at the transition center. We were also informed that we would soon be feeling our own cocks get hard soon all by themselves and for seemingly no reason. The air around the property of the compound is laced with a pollen that encourages arousal. The original owners, that had it before The Divide, ended up closing the place, due to sexually related things happening more frequently and eventually disrupted all hotel operations at a profound level. This drove away many conservative long term clients and attracted new clients that they simply refused to service on principal. The clients they turned away then spread the word and eventually they had no clients at all. Negan then bluntly stated that there is always sex happening somewhere on the property. It is encouraged among the changing and developing men, to help make the transition to their new life easier and a more pleasant experience.

“Well, this is where we part ways." The horseman announced, as the foliage parted away to reveal a much closer view of the mansion hotel.

The path parted and traveled one direction, connecting with a driveway long since abandoned and slowly being taken over by the lawn again, while the other direction led directly towards a nearby large Tudor style horse stable. Negan turned and squatted down to eye level, before giving us a hug and raising back up to full standing height. He then turned again towards the stable and walked towards it.

“Now that we are no longer in a work environment, I can finally take this thing off." Tyler announced, before unbuttoning and removing his kilt.

It was one thing to picture it in your mind, while exchanging the forbidden juicy gossip, among trusted fellow workers in the locker rooms back at work. But it was quite another thing to actually see a stocky hairy man stand naked in front of you, displaying fully developed cow udders in place of his cock and balls. They were completely free of the body hair covering the rest of him. My dad and I noticed right away the top two nipples were encased in caps, that was made of some sort of slippery looking black material. A single loose strap, made of the same colored stuff, connected them and wrapped around the man's waist. The band itself was also a little stretchy. Tyler demonstrated this, as he slipped the caps off and then pulled them forward, before slipping the whole thing down his legs. The altered man then casually stepped out of it and planted his sandal covered feet back on the path. He then balled it up and tucked it in a pouch on the kilt, before folding that up and tucking it under an arm.

“All of us Milkers wear the caps over the top two nipples, when the kilt is on us. It prevents uncomfortable chaffing." Tyler informs us, before we even asked the question. “I know you two are just dying to finally touch it, so go ahead already." he assured us with a welcoming smile.

I decided to go first and make first physical contact with what I knew would eventually be a part of me as well. The silky softness of the udder sack itself was very pleasant to the touch. The skin of the nipples felt identical to the skin of my own cock. After feeling all four nipples, I finally had to ask the first of personally rather obvious questions.

“Which one of these top two was originally your cock?"

“Hmm. It has been quite a while and don't think about it much anymore. I think it was the left nipple or what would be the right one to you. Yeah, that one." He confirmed as I touched it again.

“Did the sensitivity change for you?" My dad asked Tyler.

“On the first nipple? Not really. The overall sensitivity definitely increased, because they all feel like my own cock. Best way I can describe it anyway."

I then noticed a single drop of milk form at the end of the one nipple I was holding and unintentionally stimulated. Tyler then craned his head to my ear and whispered.

“A hungry warm mouth always feels better on it."

He then pulls his head back, before smiling and nodding in consent. I honestly didn't need any more prompting and dropped to my knees, before gently placing a hand on the udder itself and taking the nipple right into my mouth. Tyler sighed and briefly moaned with approval, as I began working my tongue up and down the nipple in my mouth. He then placed a hand on my head and began slowly running his fingers though my hair.

“Well. Someone is an experienced nurser. Bet that mouth sucked a whole lot of cock. Feels great Nick. Just keep doing that." He observes and then encourages me.

The taste of Tyler's milk was identical to the concentrated substance Negan was pumping out of his balls. It literally tasted just like oat milk, adding profound context to what was very likely inside the climate controlled containers on the brown racks. Although it was warm, it still tasted fine to me and I kept on nursing him. My dad soon joined me on his knees, with a nipple of his own in his mouth. We both soon settled into a steady slow nursing rhythm and wanted to keep going, before we got a tap on our shoulders. We slowly let the nipples loose from our mouths and looked up at the milker man.

“Not that none of us Milkers mind the special attention, but for the sake of our primary export product, we can't have you eager men draining us of the stuff" He reminded us lightheartedly.

All three of us chuckled, after dad and I rose back to our feet and gave the man a big hug.

“Okay, I now need to go fetch Negan. We need to be getting back to the warehouse and be ready for the next arriving train. You two go on inside and get acquainted with the other new arrivals. Some of them have been here a week and show it via having four fully developed milking nipples on their growing udders. You won't run into any that became beast men after that long, They get moved to the stable after their fourth day. The suppressor completely looses it's strength, after just one day in the altered environment on this side of The Wall. Those that were primarily meat eaters begin growing and changing the next day." Tyler informed us. “Oh Frank, Get used to not wanting any meat by tomorrow. Trust me, your stomach won't tolerate it and you would just simply get quite sick. Won't blame you for trying though." The milker man quipped before turning and walking towards the horse stable.

Both dad and I then just looked at each other and shrugged.

“I don't mind giving up meat, in exchange for becoming a breeding beast." My dad admitted.

“If having udders feels as great as it sounds, I definitely could get used to that life."

We then walked together up to the wide entry steps and then up onto the sprawling stone entry porch, before being greeted by another hairy milker man. Both of us could hear some rather distinctive moaning coming through the open double entry doors behind him. He was a little more tanned than Tyler and all his hair was black. You forum readers already know him as MilkMan0. Him and his husband were the first men to change, with his husband becoming the first beast man. I guess you could say the two of them were jointly like patient zero.

“Welcome to the transition compound gentlemen. I see you were smart and took the early morning train. Come on inside and meet the rest of the recent arrivals. Just fair warning, they may only nod in response, if they happen to have their mouths occupied. In case you have not been told already, frequent sex is allowed and encouraged. So long as you make sure to take breaks for eating and other essential things. Sex is an essential functional component for the creation of our primary export product. The milk." He informed us while shaking our hands.

“Are there specific room assignments or is that also as free form as the sex?" My dad asked.

“The rooms are also free form and simply used for just sleep."

The moment we then followed MilkMan across the entry threshold, our noses was immediately assaulted with an exotic mix of a store fruit section and sex. My dad and I were not sure if we should be hungry or horny or both. Our own cocks made the choice quickly, as they began throbbing and slapping our bellies. Structured logical thinking temporarily left our minds, as we kept walking forward where ever our noses led us and bumped into the man in front of us. We then felt his hands immediately drop down and grip our throbbing cocks, before squeezing them rhythmically.

“Unlike a normal hotel, I don't give a tours to new people. I believe in just letting you find your own way around and get familiar with the place that way. Whoever you fuck or get fucked by, can handle the tour guide part during in-between cool-down conversations."

He then let's go of our cocks and spins around, intentionally letting his two upper nipples brush our throbbing cocks and then gives us a hug.

“One important thing for you future Milker types in particular." He starts while looking directly at me. “Let your breeding partner fuck you persistently throughout the following days. That way your ass gets the opportunity to properly adjust to his cock size, as it grows with the rest of him. This will make the breeding with him as a fully developed beast a lot easier for you." MilkMan then steps back. “Now if you two will excuse me, I actually have non sex related stuff to take care of in my office. Play nice and cum often. Trust me, that will increase by the day… a lot. Just Nature doing it's thing to turn you into properly transformed men and productive members of our new society."

He then turned and walked away, before disappearing around a stained wood panel corner. As we just stood there and looked around at the entry area itself, we finally noticed all the wall space was stained wood panels. There was two beautiful flowing matching stairwells, that ran along the walls up to the second floor. It's balcony looking down back at us.

“Well… shall we go meet the residents?" My dad asked.

“Don't you mean future fuck buddies?" I teased him.

“I get the feeling it is pretty much one in the same on this side of The Wall."

“Yeah. No wonder the Confederacy government applies so much effort towards controlling the information about this place."

“Yup. Pretty obvious."

“Oh, Fuck yes!" came an exclamation, from beyond the double entry wide doorway under the balcony and directly ahead of us.

There was also a lot of huffing and distinct wet slapping sounds coming from the same direction. It sounded like more than one breeding couple was making them too. We both looked at each and grinned, as our cocks echoed our shared thought with a wet slap against the belly. Both of us then put an arm on each other's shoulder and walked forward into whatever sexual frenzy that awaited us.

I could unload on you forum readers about six pages worth of details, concerning exactly happened in that next room… with great detail. But MilkMan wants me to stay on point, due to the specific function I now serve as a Milker myself. Each of us get only one day of usage time on his new computer, to do our personal part on properly informing you readers about our life on this side of The Wall. So let's speed this along a bit.

As we were told and advised by the breeding pair and MilkMan, we kept our sexual activity up and also kept our bodies properly maintained. Yes, dad did try to eat meat the next day and he did indeed get sick. Fortunately he recovered quick enough and was back to breeding me properly by the end of the day. Once day four came around, we had to temporarily part ways. He got transferred to the stable, which was run and managed by MilkMan's husband, to finish his transformation and proper conditioning to be an effective breeder. I was then put with a group of fellow milkers at various stages of the change and already got use to having my balls replaced with developing udders and two coc-… sorry… two nipples to milk. Let me tell you, the transition from one to the other was intense. That first continuous orga-… sorry again… milking was so mind blowing, my ears started ringing and then I actually lost consciousness. When I woke up, my support Milker group was huddled around me and half of them assured me every Milker reacts the same way, when our bodies finally purge all the cum out of it. The remaining three days of watching my combined udder mass grow from a softball to a volleyball was just mind boggling at first. None of the changes hurt and it felt so amazing to run my hands over the udders, while experiencing the same sensation as sensually stroking my own balls. Except there was a lot more surface area to stroke. It's even better when more hands are involved… like mine and another pair. That was actually enough to make my nipples drip milk that first time.

Then there is the recommended and monitored breeding with dad, whom by the end of our transition week had transformed into a completely black shiny muscled Minotaur god. They were not kidding about letting him breed me throughout his change, because he sure did grow a lot. A lot. I had never experienced a cock being able to sink so deep inside me, much less go past that second opening inside you. His Concentrate production… that is what their changed ball juice is called here… went through the roof. Now when he breeds me, by belly literally bulges outward from the sheer amount of that stuff he dumps in me. The mind blowing part of this breeding process, is that none of it gets a chance to come back out of me. MilkMan himself explained the absorbency factor of our internal guts gets altered and makes it so the Concentrate gets readily extracted and shifted to a secondary Milk Womb that does the actual processing of it and bulging of our bellies. Boy. When Nature gets creative, it sure does get crazy too. Something I noticed right away about my fully developed udders. They don't quite move like how you see cow udders move. They bob and shift more like big boobs on a woman, but its between your legs. Watching them bounce is like watching Anime boobs bounce in the forbidden Japanese shows from overseas… which I can now watch again on this side of The Wall.

Oh, about Nature getting crazy. It made sure us Milkers get addicted to orally pleasing our Breeders real fast. The basic Concentrate that comes out of Dad's balls taste like milk that came from some golden milk cow. You know how the watered down and supposedly healthier milk tastes okay, but the whole fatty milk tastes like way better? Especially when warmed up? Well imagine if the whole milk tasted that much better. That is Concentrate. The overall purpose of the regular oral pleasing is to keep the Concentrate plumbing healthy and unclogged. Personally, I have absolutely no problem with doing my part in that and neither does any of the Milkers or fellow Breeders. Taking the Concentrate orally is also supposed to help a Milker's system remain chemically compatible with their Breeder and preserve taste consistency of the flavored end product. Yeah, now that we are finally there, that made our final day at the transition compound a little fascinating and a little kinky too. Oh, did I mention my dad now looks even hotter in his work harness? Well he does.

“Okay breeding pairs. You finally made it to your final day of the transition to your new life." MilkMan's completely white Minotaur husband announced to our group, while slowly walking up and down the service aisle between the open stalls we stood in. “Today we determine what your overall production capacity is like and assess which milk processing facility is best suited for what you can produce for our customers. You Breeders have already been assessed for which specific milk works best with your system and will be your special gift and surprise to your Milker partners today. Alright then. Milkers? Get into your chairs."

With those words, my dad and I turned around and looked into our stall. I finally got to see the complete milking setup up close for the first time and was already familiar with the milking machine itself. MilkMan made sure the house was properly stocked with them, to give all changing Milkers an opportunity to get comfortable with using them. Directly behind the milking machine was a modified metal frame back massage chair, that had been elevated and tilted to have the alignment of the Milker's back horizontal, while also putting his ass at optimal height for the Breeder. Extra pads had been added forward of the leg pads for the knees to rest against them. The leg pads themselves were adjusted to keep the feet and legs out of the way, while the armrest had an additional attached vertical pad. The solid torso cushion was replaced with a stretched U shaped one, that allowed room for the udders and expanding belly. Dad walked up to it and bent over to pull an unseen pen in the support frame. The back end of the massage chair pivoted back until it was in a familiar looking normal upright position. He then stepped aside and looked at me, before motioning with both hands to go ahead and get in it.

I walked past him to the back and bent my legs one at a time before lowering down onto my knees and the angled leg pads. He was right there with me and made sure my legs didn't slip off them sideways. I then leaned forward against the torso pad and placed my arms forward on the armrest and pressed my face into the gap of the U shaped head rest. Dad then bent over and pivoted the chair back to it's elevated spot, with my ass up in the air and me looking straight down at the milking nozzles laying on the floor. I then saw his black muscular arms appear and take them away, before feeling his huge hands gently grasp each nipple and slip them on one by one.

A mild hiss followed each one attaching itself to me. Although it still didn't feel as great as a sucking mouth, it was not all that unpleasant and was grateful for the thoughtful upgrade to make the inner milking sleeves ribbed with rings. Dad then gives each of the milking nozzles a good tug, to make sure they stay on, before straightening back up and giving me an assuring pat on the back. Both of us then hear milking machines come to life, at the one far end of the stable and soon the moans of milkers being bred. Soon, another pair of milking machines came to life and then another one closer to us. By the time the stall next to us came to life with machine humming and Milker moans, a familiar pair of white bull legs appeared near my head and then flexed to collapse. MilkMan mate's face then came into view, as he then bent forward and down onto an elbow.

“You all set for your mind blowing introduction into some real milking?" He asks me.

I just nod in the head rest and lick my lips expectantly.

“Good Milker." He tells me and pats my shoulder, before raising back to standing position.

I then hear the sound of something zipping along a rail, before the distinct metallic click of two anchoring clasps snapping onto something. Next I feel the defined muscular abs of my dad make contact with my ass cheeks and glide across them, before feeling a warm lubed tapered tip touch and then slowly begin to sink smoothly right in between them. The presence gradually increases as more of it goes further and then touches my pulsing anal entrance. He pauses briefly and then pushes forward, as my hole begins to open up and take him inside me. I then feel that pointed tip glide across my prostate and punctuate that moment with a moan, as it continued gliding past it and dragging the rest of the procedurally widening length with it. I then felt the tip touch that second opening inside me and relaxed to let it through. Dad simply kept slowly pushing forward and didn't stop, until I felt the pressure against my prostate reach the limit and his huge bull balls make contact with my udders.

“Ready?" I hear the white bull ask just past my head.

“Ready." Dad replies.

I hear more of the mechanical rail gliding sound, as dad then lowers his upper body down against my back and gives my neck a sensual lick. Then his chest makes contact with the back of my head, as I hear a heavy metal locking sound just past my head and two hands grip something very solid. The pressure against my back then gradually starts increasing. I hear dad snort just beyond my head a couple times.

“Okay. I think that will do. Lock them down." I here him tell the other bull.

The pressure against me increases no further, as another heavy metal clicking sound is heard. A little footnote. The first heavy sound was a horizontal bar lowering into place and serves to give the Breeder gripping leverage for the fucking. The second one was to lock down the pulley system of the suspension cables, that attach to dad's harness in the back and prevent him from crushing my rather human body under it.

“Ready to make some milk son?"

“...so deep and feels so good." I sigh. “Ready dad."

I hear him take in a few big breaths, before feeling his chest and abs start subtly slide up and down my back, while that slick bovine spear began copying the motion inside me. This kept the stimulating pressure on my prostate, while keeping him buried inside me past that second point. The goal of this first full-on milking session was to achieve zero wasted Concentrate. The previous few didn't count and the Breeders were allowed to go a little nuts with the thrusting, that way they could get used to the sensations delivered by their new beast cocks. My dad then did a few more test thrusts, to see how far he could pull back and still stay buried super deep in me. I felt the narrow end slide through, but no tip exit my inner gut on any of them. Confident he found the proper thrusting distance, he pushed in and began actually fucking me at a slow pace. The combined sensation of being filled with so much cock and the sensual gliding pressure against my prostate, hijacked my mind and triggered my new Milker instincts. I began moaning again, as I felt that delicious warm stuff begin spilling into my deep guts and then hear my belly gurgle, as the organic absorption process inside me began. Soon enough it began slowly inflating and distending downward, as the Milk Womb began doing it's job of making the milk.

The white bull then switched on the milking machine, just as Dad quickly increased his thrusts and my belly distended further. Although my more logical mind would have told me that I was simply being milked like a cow, my hijacked brain was no longer thinking in any logical way and only knew that once again I was experiencing the sensation of another continuous orgasm. The sensation of the undulating ribbed sleeves only added to the need to make as much milk as possible, as the delicious substance was extracted out of all four nipples and my brain began receiving quadruple the sensation signal of continuously cumming. Before my eyes rapidly lost focus of what little I could see through the head rest and my mind began rapidly sinking into the abyss of pure sexual pleasure, I got a glimpse of the milk coming out of me and noticed it had a rich dark red tint to it.

“Good job you two. Welcome to the Cherry Brigade." I heard MilkMan's mate compliment us.