#B0V1-035 sits in the dark, his elbows on his knees as he leans in his solitude. His eyes are clenched shut, his stomach feeling the pang of empty hunger, his thick skull still clouded with hatred and anger.

The door slid open and he winced and flinched from the sudden flash of light.

“Solitary is over, #B0V1-035. You may leave.”

“Hgggghhh…” #B0V1-035 growls before he gets up from the bench and walks out of the room, still squinting as he goes.

It didn’t go well after his hiatus with Milo. The guards shocked him and restrained him with a Level-4 plasma coil, but he still lost his temper and couldn’t stop rampaging. He injured one of the chimps badly, drawing blood and even breaking a bone, and he was locked up in Solitary Confinement for 3 weeks. 

#B0V1-035 walks along the floor, looking at all the other inmates scattered around the facility, every single one of them as naked as they day they were born, with the exception of the jail’s tag on random places of each of the men’s bodies.

With nothing else to do, just like every other day at the Centronic Prison Facility, #B0V1-035 picks a set of weights and begins lifting.

The entire time he was trapped in that dark box, all he can think about is that scrawny pussycat. The calm-mannered tabby that had the generosity to pick #B0V1-035 from the crowd of miserable criminals and treat him to a day of free-loving and bizarre playtime. 

When a criminal is tagged and checked into the Short Circuit Jail, the body is disabled from feeling any positive stimuli at all – taste, hormones, pleasure, endorphins, anything that might crack a smile with these people. 

And everything about what Milo did just makes everything worse.

All #B0V1-035 could think about in solitary confinement was tasting the food Milo fed him, the light-headedness from having the machine milk him too fast, the blowjob the cat gave him when they first started, the feel and cuddle of the feline - #B0V1-035 has ALWAYS been a womanizer and could get an erection just from thinking about vaginas, but fooling around with Milo felt the best he’s felt in a long time, he’d NEVER thought he’d go for men at all! Even having udders instead of a penis felt amazing; it was like being able to masturbate for as long as you want without the climax putting an end to it too soon, even if he did miss being able to cum. 

#B0V1-035 sighed as he lets his arms down and just dangle the bar from his hands. He looks to the side from a scuffle at a corner of the wide-open area. 

There is a tight circle of nude inmates with the sounds of someone suppressing screams and muffled yells before a loud punch-like sound was head, followed by a body collapse. The men turn away from the middle and walked away, leaving behind a mangled carcass of a bleeding walrus inmate.

“Hgghh…” #B0V1-035 frowned as he sets the weights down and left the area.

Another suicide. It’s a sort of crude ritual among the prisoners. Every once in a while, a criminal decides he has had enough of Short Circuit. However, short of biting one’s own tongue and bleeding out, there is nothing one could do to kill themselves – contraband is impossible so rope or objects that might be used are out of the question, and the guards only come after them when someone causes trouble, and even then the guards are strictly forbidden from killing any of the inmates unless they were ordered. So the only tangible option to ending oneself is to ask one of the inmates to gather a few others and do it for him. So they choose a very discreet spot, cause as little noise as possible, and beat or break the guy as quick as they can, and leave the body for the guards to discover later. 

Honestly, #B0V1-035 has considered requesting the same treatment on more than one occasion during solitary, particularly when he went insane a couple of times when his tongue kept simulating the taste of food in his mouth. But #B0V1-035 is too stubborn to just die. 

Sure enough, here come a few guards to tend to the dead walrus. #B0V1-035 just keeps walking, knowing that he’s just going to get questioned later.

LATER

“LIGHTS OUT!” Calls a loud computer voice. The inmates approach their own respective Sleep Cell – mechanical cocoons they are sealed inside of during the night for instant slumber. 

#B0V1-035 climbs into his and lies on his back. His hopeless face watches the lid of the pod hiss and descends upon his small cuticle, darkening his area with just a small window where he can see out to the hall, and then the digital timer illuminates above the slit, counting down one minute before the knock-out gas kicks in.

“Goddamn it…” #B0V1-035 grumbles. He wishes Milo never bought him for a day. What’s the point of some spoiled little prince like him pampering a lowlife like him and then just throw him back into a joyless hell all over again? Maybe if anything good wasn’t disabled, he could get off to the memory of being treated to a day like that. But even stroking his limb dick and remembering the feel of the cat’s soft fur just makes the bovine feel even worse. 

“Just let me fuckin forget, dammit…” He growled, seeing the timer tick down the last few seconds.

3… 2… 1…

Hsssssssssss

A white fog rolls from the mechanisms. #B0V1-035 breathes in the gas, his eyes instantly growing heavy. He lolls his head back and starts to snore while he goes limb, instantly falling asleep…

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“Uuugghhh…” #B0V1-035 moans thickly as his eyes peer at the white light. There’s a bunch of blurry shapes moving around.

“What” Echoes a voice, “He’s coming to?”

“No… He’s just drifting in and out…”

“Agghhhh…”

“For God’s sake…” They echo, “Pump more of the psyline…”

“Not much left…” Echoes another voice as a strange sound could be heard.

“Fffooooooouuuuuuu…” #B0V1-035 coos in the confusion.

“He’s gonna be… In… Out… But…”

“Fiiiiinnnnuuuuuuu” The voice blurs and deepens, “Juuurrrssssss”

“Agghh…” #B0V1-035 drifts out of consciousness. He resurfaces some time later, his neck feeling a very weird prickly feeling.

“Injeeerrrr… Nannuuuuu… Maaaaagnneee….”

“A-Aggghh…” He gags a bit, not sure if he can remember how he’s supposed to breathe again, it just seems like a weird memory, really. 

“Iiisss heee”

“Nuuuuuuuuurr… Heee juuuuurrrrss driiiiiii…”

#B0V1-035 falls under again. A while later, he can feel his whole body feel extremely tingly, especially random stings and streaks along his flesh. “Hhhooooohhhhhh… H-Haaooooooo…”

“Sure he is… Furrrrrr…”

“Gaaahh… Nooorrrr sccrrrrrrrrsss”

“Waaaaaccccchhhhhheeeeee… Heeee neeeeee…”

After another weird trip, #B0V1-035’s whole head feels numb, his scalp is just buzzing and vibrating. He can’t make sense of anything anymore; everything is too bright and slow, his mind is in some deep delirium that has him in a complete lull. 

“Breeeaaattthhhheeee boooorrryyyyy” Echoes a voice as something presses on one side of #B0V1-035’s head. He coos and smiles in the extremely thick cloud of invisible density all around him, “Beeeeee… Ooookrrrrrrrr…”

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Calvin murrs as he sleeps. He groans as he turns around on the soft and warm surface. As the big lug snoozes, his ear flops and twitches idly. He rolls on his back and splayed fully, giving the world a full view of his naked body, his tongue lopping out the side of his open mouth as he snores openly.

“HEY! RISE AND SHINE ALREADY!”

“AH! What, huh, what??” Calvin sits right up from a loud yell from outside. His head whips around, immediately noticing he’s not in his cramped Sleep Cell. 

“It’s half past 8 already!” Says a stranger’s voice, “You better wake up before I git in there and yank you out!”

“Alright, alright, Ah…” Calvin stops, coughing a bit, “Ah be rahght out.” He says, blinking strangely, “Ah… Ah… Wut?” He blinks. “Aghem! Aghem! Mah name is Calvin the bull, and Ah’m…” He pauses in bewilderment. “Ah’m…”

His voice, he has a country accent. How did he get a country accent?! He’s never had one before! The bull also sees that it’s way too bright in here to be a Sleep Cell – what IS here anyway??

He turns his head and sees he’s in what looks like a stall – wood walls, a wood door, and there’s hay on the floor. He turns and looks down, seeing he’s sitting on a large mound of it with a rather fluffy feather-stuffed blanket placed on top of it.

“BOY if you ain’t here in 30 seconds!”

“Alright, I’m up, I’m up!” Calvin says, still sporting a farmer’s pronunciation. He gets up to his feet and irks, feeling something large and heavy weigh down his crotch. The bull looks down and staggers as he gaps below him. There, where his penis and testicles are supposed to be, is a big, round, pink, wobbling water balloon with four 4-inch round tubes standing on end on the rotund object.

His udders are back! He has udders!

“HOLY MOTHER’A’FUCK!”

“What?? The hell’s your problem??”

“Ah, I, uh, I f-fuckin stepped on my foot, it hurts like hell!” Calvin goes cross-eyed and tosses his head a bit – it’s really feeling weird to be talking like some redneck, “I-I-I’mma need a minute!”

“Agh… Green horns…” Mumbled the voice, “And watch yer language, bud!”

Calvin can hear the person walk away before he plops down onto his butt on the hayloft and look at his udders. He gaps as he holds them in his hand and gives it a gentle shake. The tight milk bag gives some audible sloshing, causing the pink package itself to bob idly about before the fluids inside settled down. 

“Ssshhhhhyit… Ah,” Calvin clears his throat again, “Why am Ah talking like this?? Since when am Ah some kinda mmmmoo…” His eyes widen before his hands slap onto his mouth. His cheeks bloom on his face before his eyes cross again from the overpowering impulse, “MrrrrRRRRRUUuuurrrrFFFF…” Loud, but muffled. 

“Alright… Alright, gotta…” It’s now that he’s just noticed a very obvious change. He looks at his thighs. His fur, he’s all white, with black splotches across his muscles, “Wut…” He looks at his hands, then his arms, he looks down and pats at his abs and pecs. His pelt is white and black! “Holy…”

He grunts and pushes himself up to his hoofs. He turns around on the spot, looking for any other clues to his situation, and then he spots a mirror posted on the back of his small stall. He gets closer and crawls on his knees to get a look at his face.

His snout is as pink as his udders! And smooth too, and his whole face is white and black along with his body. His eyes immediately go up and he gasps lightly as he sees the pearly and curvy protrusions from his head. “Horns…” He mumbles as his fingers go up and delicately glide along the tea-spout shaped antlers on his head. They look exactly like they did before they were sliced off his head, “I got mah horns back… I have horns…”

Calvin looks back at the mirror and looks at his torso. He tilts his head down to peer down, feeling along his pelt and skin. He can’t see a single scar across his abs, the nasty indents and old gashes disappeared, like they were never there…

Something else that feels off about his muscles. His fingers are pressing too easily into his abs. He feels along his pecs, even reaching back to cup his buttocks. His muscles aren’t hard or tense. He gives a quick flex in the mirror, “RRRRRrrr!” His biceps and abs tighten like any bodybuilder, sure enough. He turns around and wiggles his rump to the reflection. He tights his cheeks and sees those dimples on either cheek, but once he relaxes his buns, they turn into nice round muscle-bubbles.

“Shit… What’s goin on?” He ponders. The bull winces and irks as he idly feels at his udders. They’re rather sore and tight. “Rrrgghh, I gotta at least take a look outside…” He looks around the stall, looking for some article of clothing. However, the only garment he sees is the blanket…

“Dayum… Alright…” He huffs and goes to the door to exit the stall. He pokes his head out and looks to what appears to be one of those old-fashioned stables for farms. Buck naked, the bovine steps out and walks cautiously forth, his udders wiggling tightly with each step he takes. 

“COME ON!” Shouts the voice from earlier. Calvin jerks his head to see a rather stout donkey pounding at a distant stall, “How long you need to take before you wake up?!”

“Shut it, I’m up, dammit.” Someone says as the door opens. Calvin gaps as he sees a light-brown bull walk out – this one has a pot-belly, strong arms, and a heavy gold nose ring in his snout. Down south, this bull ALSO has a set of udders on him! Though this guy has tan-pink colored udders with pink splotches on either side of his set.

“Come on, the farmers are out for MY ass when you cows don’t wake up on time!” The donkey scowls at the nude bovine.

“Relax already.” The bull yawns, “Everybody is already out anyway.”

“Don’t care, get moving!” The donkey then gives a harsh slap on the brown bull’s ass.

SPANK 

“MooOOOOOOO!” The bull moos out loud immediately after the spank, “Agghhh, damn…” 

“Go on, git!” The donkey scowls. He turns around and spots Calvin standing and staring, “Good, you’re up.”

“H-Hi…” Calvin says, “So um… What am I… I don’t get it, where am I?”

“Hell’s bells, boy,” The surly mule comes up to him, holding his clipboard as he approaches him, “How much did you have to drink last night?”

“What? What the hell are you talkin about?”

“Shit, you newbies are always…” The donkey trails off before he looks down. Calvin’s face goes hot as the donkey looks at his udders, “Holy cow, boy,” The donkey pokes a finger at the tight pouch, “When was the last time you were milked??”

“Uuhhhhmmm…” Calvin hesitates, still confused as all of hell about what’s going on, “Would you believe 3 weeks or somethin?”

“Mother of pearl, no wonder a young’in like yourself is slow! You need a milkin yesterday!”

“Um, wait, I don’t know what’s goin on, where is this place??”

“Look, boy-”

“I ain’t a boy.” Calvin retorts, “I’m 34 years old, got it?”

“I don’t care if yer pushin 82 years, you’re still a boy if you’re still sleepin in.”

“Alright, not listen here-”

“Boy, have you lost yo damn mind! Cause I will help you find it!” The donkey shouts. “Don’t argue with me or I’ll shove a bell right up your ass!”

“Heeeey, go easy on the new guy~” Says another bull, this one having golden fur with a white belly. This one also has a set of udders, his are a creamy color. “Aren’t they all wet behind the ears at some point? And look at him.” He gestures. Calvin’s udders twitch as they hang from his body, “He’s packin a whole flood in there.”

“Agggghhhh, right, fine,” The donkey sighs, “Look, bo…” He looks at the paper of his clipboard and looks back up, “Calvin, right?”

“Yes.”

“Look, I’m not trying to be a damn ass with you. It’s my job to make sure everyone gets up out of bed and ready for work. And last night a bunch of you cows had a huge wreck of a party, and I’m still having to drag all of you out myself. And you’re still new here, and breaking you in takes time that we don’t always have. Do we have an understanding?”

“I guess…” Calvin pouts and looks to the side.

“Ah. Said.” The donkey steps to the side, cranks his arm up, and gives Calvin’s behind a HARD slam on his butt!

Calvin’s eyes bug out from the intense pain exploding on his cheeks! Before he knew it, his mouth was puckering and his back erects, “MmmMMMMMUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!” 

“Do you underSTAND me??” 

“Y-Yes! Sir! I got it! MoooOOOOOO!” He yowled out, this behind still reeling. 

“Now GIT!” The donkey stomps off to go wake up another cow.

“Don’t mind him.” The tan bull says with a chuckle, “That’s just Jack, he’s one of the foreman. He gets nasty when he’s pissed, but he’s actually a fun guy to work with.”

“Shyit…” Calvin grimaces as he rubs his ass, both buns still burning, “What is with him??”

“Hahaha, Jack has a thing for spanking. He loves makin’ those cheeks jiggle and red.”

“Look uh… What’s your name?”

“Nathan”

“Nathan, right,” Calvin looks around, “Look… I’m not really uh… I don’t know how I got here, I was somewhere else last night. Like a… Bad, bad place…”

“Hahaha, I should say so!” Nathan laughed, “You were smashed outta your mind by the time the farmers put you to bed!”

“No, that’s not what I meant, dang it!” Calvin huffed, “You’re gettin me all fumed, boy.”

“Heh heh, you just need to drain some o’ that white gold~!” Nathan says as he flicks one of those erect udders. “Before you get started, you best go pay Kayden a visit!”

“Right… Kayden…”

“He’s one of our hands-on milkers.” Nathan explains, “Half of the cows are milked by machines, and the other half are milked by trained coworkers. Here,” Nathan walks Calvin to the back door of the stables and points to one of several white and blue shacks, “If ya wanna see a milker, go to one of the white shacks; the blue shacks has the machines, but they’re all occupied right now.”

“Right… Mmrrp!” Calvin’s throat backs up again, “Uh-orrhh…” He clenches his eyes and curves his back, “MoooOOOOOOOOOOoo!”

“Hahaha dayum, bud,” Nathen chuckled, “You’re really vocal this mornin, huh?”

“I’m not used to it, ya hear?” Calvin says defensively, “I never been ammmMMMMOOOOOOoooo!” 

“Ya git used to it, Cal.” Nathan pats his arm, “Meantime, I gotta get got. See ya round~!” With that, the tan bull scampers off.

“Hmph… Right…” Calvin walks off to the first white shack he sees. “Egghh… A-Agghh… Ooff…” He irks and grunts, almost walking bow-legged. His udders are extremely heavy – if they’re not batting his thighs and yanking down his extremities, they’re painfully swinging about in the air. How on earth is he going to get used to carrying around a bowling ball in his sac???

As he approaches, he can hear a chorus of moos and dull howls from all the other cows in there getting milked. 

He has no idea where he is, or what happened, or why he looks like someone dipped him in white-out and slapped a bunch of black paint on him or why he’s sporting some snug udders all over again. Not that he minds having a milk bag again, but even if he did, he doesn’t have time to think about it.

Without knocking, Calvin opens up the door to see a couple of hallways. This shack is relatively quiet compared to the other distant shacks. Calvin walks through one of the halls and looks around into one of the wooden rooms, seeing a red-orange fox wearing a light yellow polyester shirt and jeans and reading a magazine of a man’s ample pecs and thick nipples. He reads quietly and turns the page while sitting at a stool beside a sort of padded table that looks like someone would lay on for a massage. “Uh, Kayden?” 

The fox looks up from his issue of Man/Edger: Mammary Lane Edition and gets up, “Oh hi, have you been waiting long?”

“Uh… No, the place is empty…”

“Maintenance just got done cleaning this shack, hence why the other places are so busy.” The fox puts down his magazine of busty boys and gets up. He smiles and puts his paws on his hips. He has a rather trim build with some good definition on his body under his clothes, especially around his chest. “You must be new, right? I haven’t seen you around.”

“Uh… I guess?” Calvin says, “I just got my ass jacked up by some mule outside and someone told me to come here?”

“Hahaha, yeah Jack does like to literally bust someone’s butt when he has a chance.” The vulpine smiles as he walks up to bovine – he’s at least a couple of feet shorter than Calvin. “Wow, they got a real prize stud this time~”

“Uh… Thanks.” Calvin says awkwardly. The fox sniffs the air a few times and then sniffed the bull’s pecs before gliding his paws right on them.

“Pal, I gotta… Hoohhhhh…” Calvin’s eyes flutter as those fingers rub and feel at his chest. 

“Ooohh~” Kayden grins as his paws push into those pecs – Calvin’s got some very soft and squishy muscles “You’re pretty springy~”

“MoooOOOooooo” Calvin moos as he bends a bit, letting the fox grope and fondle his pecs some more.

“Muurrrr~” The vulpine nuzzles into the divide of the cow-man’s chest, his paws cupping and rolling those loose and perky pecs about while digging his snout into his masculine bosom.

“Ooooo… Hehehe…” The bull giggled stupidly as he gets lost in a stupor from the fox’s touches.

“Damn, you’re a great specimen.” The fox muses as he hugs the big and tall bovine and rubs the side of his face into Calvin’s fluffy pecs.

“H-Haahh, heh, heeeeehhhhh…” If Calvin had a penis, he’d have a major boner right now. This is a LOT more comforting and hazing than when Milo seduced him. 

“Please tell me you’re gay or at least bi.” The fox giggles, “Cause I don’t think I just wanna look at you~”

“Honey boy~” Calvin replies, his country accent thickening than it was a minute ago, “You keep doin that, I’ll be anything you darn well please~…”

“Murrrrr done~” Kayden murrs as he kisses those pecs and feels them up on top. Now that the thorough rub-up has passed, Calvin’s head clears from the love clouds, and looks awkwardly at the fox. 

“Ah heh heh…” He blushes harshly as he rubs the back of his head.

“Sorry, back to business!” Kayden clapped his hands together. He takes a step back and squats down to be eye-level with those fat udders, “Whoa, man. They should’ve sent you in here sooner. You’re about ready to pop here!”

“U-Uh yeah, uh-huh,” Calvin says as he looks down as Kayden examines the fleshy pouch – hefting it, stroking the teats, pressing one of his ear onto it to listen in. “So uh… Do you just… I dunno, yank it?”

“Well, do you have a preferred method?” Kayden asked, “How do you usually like to be milked?”

“What, there’s a bunch of ways to do it?”

“You know what I’m talking about, how did you go about being milked before you came here?”

“I honestly got no damn clue what yer talkin bout.”

“Ooooh… Kay…” The fox says curiously as he stands back up.

“Look, ya probably not gonna believe me. But I didn’t come here like I knew I was gunna. I kinda… Errgghhfff…” Calvin winces and fidgets painfully. His udders are really starting to ache.

“Okay, I know that look, just come here and we’ll get started.” Kayden takes the beefy bull by the arm and takes him to the spa chair. 

Calvin irks as he squats and sits down in front of a wide hole. He scoots forward to put his udders into the opening… Only to find out that they don’t quite fit. “Er, Kayden? I gotta situation.”

“That’s why you needed to get here sooner.” The vulpine says as he puts his hands onto the side of that balloon. He growls and pushes his udders into the opening, trying to fold the tight and shiny bloat into it.

“Ahhhh! That hurts!”

“Bare with me, we don’t have anything bigger.” He said firmly as he forces the overfilled udder down there, snarling his teeth before he finally got it to slip through with a -Pop-! 

“Oof!” Calvin irked as his pelvis met with the surface. He wiggles around, adjusting and pulling his hips back a bit. The boundary where the pink flesh meets the white/black fur stretching a few times when he attempts to pull. He’s stuck.

“Alright, let’s get you going.” Kayden takes up a shorter stool and pulls a wide and clean techno-bucket. He presses a few buttons on the container and then places it below Calvin’s crotch balloon and rubs some disinfectant onto his paws, and then applied a glob of the germ-killer on his palm and started to smear it onto the udders.

“JEEFERS fuckermill!!” Calvin jumbles, his pelvis pulling at the semi-elastic udders a bit, “That’s freakin cold, fox!”

“Sorry, but this isn’t like when you were a calf and you just milked whenever you want.” Kayden says as he rubs the disinfectant around on the tight sphere, “This is a business we’re running, and everyone needs to be squeaky clean each and every time.”

“Errff…” Calvin irks and squirms a little, feeling those palms and fingers scan EVERYWHERE down there. His face goes red with embarrassment as the vulpine left no spot un-touched on his udders. “Lord, this is like I was at a doctor’s appointment… And if I’m supposed to have the doctor gimme a damn handjob…”

“It’s why I love my job.” Kayden teased. In a minute, the fox cleaned up Calvin’s bag nice and neat. “Alright, just sit there and enjoy~”

“Heh, yeah, right, enjoy, sure…” Calvin grumbled, feeling humiliated that he’s practically being forced to get fondled again. Kayden takes one of those teats and secures a firm grip on it, “Just wake me up when it’s ov- HELLOOOOO!” He yowls out as he suddenly feels a spontaneous orgasm shoot out of his upper left udder!

TAAANG

A gush of hot milk squirts and echoes into the bucket. The fox puts his other paw in there and wrapped his fingers around a teat and gives it a specified yank. TAAANG

“HOooooOAAAHHH!” Calvin yowls again as he cums once more. His hands seizes onto the chair while his legs lock onto the legs of the table, “MOOOO!”

“Yeah, sorry. At this capacity, I kinda need to be a little rough. I usually do this for cows who wanna get wild~” He grinned and winked. 

“Fuh… Fuh…” Calvin pants, his muscles blooming with quick afterglow while his milkbag is circulating with hit bliss, “C-Can we take a moment? A-A-Ah’m not used to- MUUUUUURR!” He howled suddenly when his sac goes aflame with pleasure.

Kayden’s paws start pulling and yanking the duo udders in a specific technique – jamming his thumbs right at the base of the teats while simultaneously pulling on it for exactly 2 seconds before pushing it back up and doing the same thing to the other teat; thus making each squirt feel like a split-second orgasm.

“M-M-MuuuUUUURRRR!” Calvin mooed out, by any means unable to control himself at all, “MOOOOO!”

“That’s right, big guy. Let it out.” Kayden giggles as he alternates between the four udders to give each one equal attention. He adjusts his seat so his own erection can fit comfortably in his pants. 

“MUUUUUUUUuuuurrr!” The bull howled again, unable to talk whatsoever, “MOOOOOO! MoooOOUUUUURRRR!” It’s like having four penises at once! And each one being given a one-pull handjob that does the trick! “MuuuuurrrRRRRRR!”

“I know, I know, sweetie~” Kayden rubs his paw affectionately on Calvin’s cheek, “Just let the foxy work his magic~” He chuckles as he continues to squeeze those four nubs and hit the technological bucket over and over again. 

“MMOOOOUUUUUU! MUuuuUUUUURRRR!” Calvin’s cheeks, butt, and his milk bag get as hot as fire, both from the embarrassment and arousal. Every time he tries to bite down on the bedpost below him, his throat pushes out a loud moo. Part of him wants to learn how to milk himself so he doesn’t have to make a spectacle out of himself every time, but the other part of him wants all the farmers to fondle and pull his udders all at once! 

“MooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Hahahaha, talk dirty to me, why don’t ya?” Kayden teased. He glances to the side and notices the bull wiggling his handsome rump around, that butt rolling back and forth, as if Calvin is trying to hump the chair. 

“Aaaahhhh,” Kayden leans back with a sly grin on his face, “I think I need to take a break.”

“Buh… Wuh, huh, a break??” Calvin looks up, his head still feeling a bit foggy. Sure enough, Kayden is getting up and rubbing his lower back… With quite a noticeable bulge on his crotch “Bu-Bu-But we’re just getting started!” He whines, all four udders feeling like throbbing erections that are begging to be touched, “Ya can’t just stop!”

“I know, I just, oooof” The fox leans backward, walking to the front of the antsy bovine, “It ain’t easy parking my butt in one spot for too long, especially with such a handsome cow like you having all the fun~”

“But Ah… Ennggghhh…” Calvin winces; the tips of his teats are starting to ache and burn. The sudden stop of momentum is having an adverse effect.

“Sometimes, I need to feel… Inspired for work.” Kayden rests his elbows onto the head-rest in front of Calvin. He leans in and smiles at the harried bull.

“Pleeeeeaaaase, buddy.” Calvine whines, “Milk me, dang it…”

“Maybe… If you promise I get to play with you~”

“W-What??”

“See, half of the cows here are straight, and I don’t get to fool around with them. I mean, sure, there are other cows who don’t mind me doing more than just squish their udders around, but I don’t get to do more than that. And to be honest…” The vulpine then digs his paws under the bull and starts to grope and rub Calvin’s pecs. The bull blushes as his ears quirk up. “I have a thing for pecs, and you have the best chest I’ve seen here in a while.”

“S-S-S-So what’s you’re point??”

“If you want me to take care of you,” The fox digs his fingers into the tight squeeze beneath the cow’s chest, “I think it’s only fair you let me play with you whenever I like.”

“H-H-H-How is it fair?? I just need mah sac milked!”

“Awwww…” The fox pulls his paws back and starts to fluff Calvin’s cheek fur while he pouts, “You mean you’re not gonna do it for me?”

“Awwwooorrrrr…” Calvin moans as he looks at the handsome fox. He doesn’t wanna disappoint the vulpine, but he doesn’t want to… What DOESN’T he want to do? He’s got a sexy body, knows how to flaunt it, he loves he attention, and he needs more milk out of his udders before he bursts!

“O-Okay, I’ll do it, I wanna play with you!” He nods, “Pleeeeaaaassse”

“Good boy~” Kayden giggles before he leans in.

“Mmpp?!” Calvin irks as his lips meets Kayden’s. He moans as his tongue looms into Kayden’s with passion. The buff cow squirms and mounts the chair firmly as he laps sloppily and kisses him with fervor. The fox giggles as he licks those lips playfully and rubs into that neck as he frenches Calvin again, scratching at Calvin’s back before popping his maw off of him.

“Right.” He pats that shoulder. “I better take care of your milkshake before you shake off the table.

“Hoh, hoh, okay…” Calvin pants and wiggles his hips a little, his udders primed and ready. Kayden sits in that stool again and scoots forward. Calvin’s ears shoot up when his udders are grabbed again, “Oh damn, here it- MuuuUUUURRRRRR!”

TANNG! TAANG! TANGG!

Kayden picked up EXACTLY where he left off: grabbing one of the teats at a time in random order, squeezing a hard orgasm out of it, and let it dangle before another one squirts hard.

“MOOOOOOOO! Moooooooo! MuuUUUUUUuuuur!” It’s honestly like his mouth and throat have a mind of its own! Calvin can’t talk at all while the fox is man-handling his dairy penis. “MMOOOOOOO!”

“Relax, Bessie~!” Kayden chuckled as he pats at Calvin’s naked butt, “A few down, ten million to go!”

TANG

“MoooOUUUUURRRRR!”

AN HOUR LATER

“Okay, I think you’re done, Cal.” Kayden says as he stands up with his paws on his hips to admire his handiwork. “Two full buckets almost overflowing. You really needed that.”

“Haaaaaalllhhhhhh…” Calvin moans with his mouth wide open, his tongue dribbling as it hangs out, his eyes looking goofy while the huge hunk of beefy melts where he lays. His udders feel completely spent, like he just spent three days in a row having sex with an entire harem. Stars are practically orbiting his horns while glowing pink hearts beat weakly in place of the pupils in his eyes.

“I’ll never get over the difference between a cow being fit to burst to just finished milking.” Kayden muses as he playfully slaps and bounce those udders around – the fleshy pink pouch sloshes as it wobbles about freely, having shrunk half its size at normal capacity. 

“Hehehehehe…” Calvin giggled idly, feeling his loose and healthy package bob around to the fox’s paws batting it around.

“Gosh you’re so sexy and cute.” Kayden praised happily before he gives the bull a kiss on the cheek. “I’d really love to show you around sometime~!”

“Rrrrfff…” Calvin grunts as he gets up, his udders easily lifting out of the hole while the vulpine taps a few buttons onto the buckets, making the tops of the brims closing into airtight glass lids. “Look… Not that this wasn’t… Oh mah gawd, this wuz…” Calvin staggered. “Muuuhhhhrrrrr”

“Whoa whoa, easy there,” Kayden supports him and turns him around, “You might wanna take a moment to get your head back on straight – all cows with that much milk need a while to get better.” The fox has the bull sit down on the spa table again, this time on his back to rest.

“Right… Like last time…” Calvin says as he remembers how he got the bends when Milo hooked up that machine to his udders when he was about to blow. 

“Just take a load off and you’ll be okay in no time.” The fox instructs him while sitting back down at his usual chair and picking up his pecs magazine again.

“Hah… Yeah…” Calvin sighed. Unlike last time, however, his vision is clearing out more quickly than it did before. He stares dully at the ceiling for a few moments, letting his brain rest and regain his equilibrium. He reaches down and gently fondles his udders. It feels good to rub them, even better than scratching at his balls. They’re always pleasantly warm, holding a fair supply of milk, not huge and tight like an overflowing water balloon. He rolls his fluid sac for a few minutes before glancing at the milker, “Kayden? I uh… I need to tell somebody…”

“Hm?” The fox looked up, “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I said that I didn’t come here ‘cause of…” He gestures to his limb and round udders, “THIS.”

“You did mention something like that before we started.” The vulpine nodded, “I just figured you came here for the same reason all the other male cows here do.”

“And… That reason?”

“Farmwork?” Kayden shrugged, “Being out in the country air? Just prefer the fields and wholesome company rather than the big city noise. I mean,” He chuckled as he shrugged, “That’s why I’M here! If I wasn’t working here, I’d work at a gym or a male lingerie shop or something.”

“Yeah… But… Here’s the thing, I don’t even know WHY I’m here, or HOW I got here.”

“How and why? I don’t understand.”

“Well… Thing is… I’m probly screwing myself here, but I’m just gonna say it… Just…” He looks at him with fretful eyes, “Could you keep it between us… Please…”

Sensing the serious matter, Kayden puts down his issue of manly bosoms and leans in, “Oh right. Just, take it slow and I’ll hear you out…”

Calvin explained everything to Kayden – he’s from the Centronic Jail Facility as a criminal, how long he stayed, what Milo did with him, and how he didn’t look or sound anything like he does now. Through the explanation, the fox nodded, listened, raised his eyebrows a few times, but mostly took most of it in. At the very least, he doesn’t seem like he’s judging Calvin.

“And now?” Calvin says, “I sound like some hick lookin for chicken eggs…” The male cow sighs and gives a dull glare to the fox, “Ya probably think I’m crazy, huh?”

“I… Don’t know what to believe.” Kayden says, “Unless you’re just stalling before you have to get to work, you don’t look like you’re making this stuff up. But I don’t see how you can be a different color and no horns one night, and then wake up completely different the next day; unless you know one hell of a surgeon.”

“Ah don’t.”

“Right, and there’s also no kind of procedure that can permanently change your accent either. You don’t remember anything at all?”

“Nuh-uh. I just remember goin to sleep in mah cell, and then I’m waking up in some barn. What about chu? You know anything about how Ah got here?”

“Last night, they just said there was a big birthday party and a lot of the cows got smashed, including a new guy. You sure you didn’t just have an extremely lucid dream?”

“If I am, this would be it.” Calvin gestured to himself.

“Even so…” The fox rubbed his chin, “Look, just for the sake of argument, let’s say I completely believe your story. Wouldn’t you be better off here anyhow?”

“Hrrghh…”

“I mean it. May not be the same thing as having a dick, but you know you’re not the only male with udders, right? Feeling good, cuddling, getting milked, making a living, isn’t that all a good thing? Isn’t the Centronic Jail the worst possible way you can be?”

“Yeah…”

“I mean, here, you actually get food, not ration pills. And I heard that prisoners can’t have sex or don’t do anything at all while incarcerated. So don’t you think you have it so much better here than in prison?”

“That’s the rub right there…” Calvin huffs, “ ‘Cause what if this is a dream? Like it ain’t real. Or what if it is? Aren’t I just gonna go back eventually? Aren’t I supposed to wake up from dreams?” The bull shakes his head and puts his hands onto his face, “Ah don’t wanna go back… Ah don’t wanna wake up if this ain’t real… That damn cat made me have a good time, and he just sent me right back to hell…”

“I… See what you mean…” The fox bows his head, “I wish I can help you out or say something good, but I don’t even know how much of this stuff to really believe.”

“Yeah… I reckon.” Calvin gets up, “Thanks for listenin’ anyway…”

“Sure. And Calvin? I’m sure it goes without saying, but I wouldn’t go around telling this to anyone else. Someone might think it’s for real and have someone come and get you.”

“Hmph…”

“For now. You’re just a cow from out of town, and you’re just here for work. Just keep with the story that you were too drunk to remember, that happens sometimes.”

“Yeah… I got it…” The cow turns around and goes to open the door.

“One more thing?”

“Hm?”

“Just out of curiousity… What did you get arrested for?” Kayden inquired, “If you don’t mind my asking.

“Hmph.” Calvin snorted and gives the well-meaning vulpine a glare, “I actually do mind, and I’m not gonna hear that question twice.”

“Okay, got it.” The fox nodded curtly before sitting back down, now avoiding the bull’s eye. He glances up and can’t help but perk as he sees that bubble butt leave the door. It’s kinda weird though – why is Calvin just walking around naked?
