Prisoner #B0V1-035 is being escorted by a pair of identical twin tiger prison guards, his wrists bound by magnetic laser handcuffs as the naked bull walks between the strict officers. Prisoner #B0V1-035 is a rather tall and beefy bovine, having kept up his workouts in his 5 years of confinement; his muscles are solid and pronounced. His pelt is dark brown with many scars decorating his body, proving how many fights he’s been with the other inmates. Not to mention both of his horns have been sliced clean off his head, but that happened years ago.

He doesn’t even bother to ask the guards where they are taking him or why. He just stays silent as they escort him into a closed-off interrogation room. “You will wait here until further notice, Prisoner #B0V1-035.” One of the tigers tells him. 

Prisoner #B0V1-035 says nothing. He merely walks to the table and sits down at the chair. “This is a private meeting requested by a top-ranking executive who shall remain nameless at this time. You are to do as you are told, any and all resistance will be met with routine and abrupt restraint, and punishment if necessary. In 24 hours, you will be escorted back to your cell and continue your sentence. Do you understand the information I have stated?”

Prisoner #B0V1-035 doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even turn to look. The guard who was talking whips out a small prod, and sparks it to life. Prisoner #B0V1-035 gasps as he looks over his shoulder just before a two sharp pricks stab into his back.

PZZZZZZT

“NNNHHHHHH!” Prisoner #B0V1-035 irks and howls with pain as he is zapped with a harsh volt of electricity, shocking his body and sparking his horns and fur. After the officer stops, the bull pants harshly, gripping the table with his bound hands, turning his head and leering with hatred at the guard.

“Do you understand the information I have stated?” The guard asked again, more aggressively.

“… Yes…” Prisoner #B0V1-035 snarled. The guard puts away his prod and takes a step back.

“Our guest will be arriving shortly.” The other officer says, “Remember that you are under constant watch, any violence you cause and enact will terminate your private session at any given time within the 24 hours, and you will be locked in solitary confinement for exactly one week. Do you understand the information I have stated?”

“Yes…”

“Very well.” The twin tigers then leave the large bovine alone in the room, shackled with his cuffs. The savage-looking bull tilts his head down and waits in silence. A private meeting? What could this possibly be about? It’s not like he’s going to be let out of his sentence, and he hasn’t caused any reputable disruptions – if he had, he wouldn’t even be here. 

Then, the door clicks open in front of him. Prisoner #B0V1-035 looks up and sees a white and orange tabby cat walk in, wearing a formal suit and holding a file, “Hello, Mr Calvin.” The sultry feline greets.

“… Mr Calvin?”

“There was no surname on record, you’ll have to forgive me.”

“… What are you talking about?” Prisoner #B0V1-035 says with a resentful glare. Who or what is Calvin?

“… Oh, I see the guards have neglected to disable your tag.” The cat says as he looks at the lit unit tagged on Prisoner #B0V1-035’s ear. “Let me make this clear, as I doubt any of my cousin’s subordinates have informed you.” The cat says as he leans on the table with both paws, “For the next 24 hours, you will be under my custody. I will do with you what I please, when I want, and how I see fit. At the end of the 24 hours, you will be taken back to jail to continue your sentence, and you will be disabled from being able to verbally repeat any and all things that has transpired while you are under my supervision. Am I clear?”

“…” The bull says nothing again, only giving a dirty leer at the feline. The cat responds my walking around the table, and reaching to the bull’s cuffs. Prisoner #B0V1-035 doesn’t respond as the cat presses a few buttons and clicks on the tool. 

“Hm?!” Prisoner #B0V1-035 instantly feels an insane jolt in his limps, forcing his legs to stand up and jerked the chair back. Bewildered, the muscular male looks down as the cat taps on a few other buttons on the cuffs. He blinked as he immediately feels a change in his rump. It feels a lot looser, a little tingly. Prisoner #B0V1-035 looks at the cat before the feline winds his arm up and brings it down hard!

SPANK!

“IIGGK!” Prisoner #B0V1-035 irks as a wave of pain booms on his right buttcheek, making him jump and yelp from the impact. What was that?! He’s NEVER jumped like that from a hit! His ass is on fire from the slap, and he can’t even clench his buttocks to ease the pain – it’s like his rump has been paralyzed!

“I said.” The cat says as he wals around, and primes his other arm. Prisoner #B0V1-035 frets as he looks over his shoulder and then clenched his eyes shut.

SPANK!

“Gaahhh!” Prisoner #B0V1-035 yelps again as his left buttcheek is spanked hard.

“Am I clear?”

“Yes! Yes, you are clear.” Prisoner #B0V1-035 nods hastily.

“Good. Now, bend over.” The cat calmly demands. Without question, Prisoner #B0V1-035 bends over and watches as the tabby takes out a sharp tool and takes the tag on the bull’s ear, “You are lucky I am not sadistic like some of my relatives.” Prisoner #B0V1-035 hears a few clicks and then a beep. His eyes widen as his whole body feels a subtle shift inside… What is this?

“Allow me to introduce myself.” The cat says as he walks on the otherside of the table, the bull now looking at him rather than glaring, “I am Milo Vector Centron. I have requested to own you for the next 24 hours for my own purposes.”

“You… Whoa…” The bull sways a bit, feeling slightly dizzy. Small and random thoughts are starting to surface.

“Every once in a while, someone rich and/or powerful holds an auction for the living rights of an inmate of the Centronic Prison Facility. You were up for bid, and I paid a handsome price for a temporary toy.”

“Wait, so… What. Am I your slave now or something?”

“Oh, slave is such an ugly word.” Milo dismissed, “I prefer to think of you as a playtoy.”

“Not much fuckin different…” The bull glares, “And Cuh…” He hesitates, “Caawwoohh…”

“Take your time.”

“You called me… Calvin…” He looks at the feline, “That’s my name.”

“And you don’t have a last name, I take it.”

“… No. I was raised on an agricultural plantation town. No one has last names.”

“Because you were all one big happy family. At least that’s what the denizens like to brag about.”

“Why am I remembering my name? What exactly is going on?”

“While I have you, I have turned off your tag until you are returned to Short Circuit Jail. Things like your name and taste buds are enabled while it’s off.”

“… Why?” Calvin gives him a suspicious look, “What do you get out of this? What’s the point?”

“Have a seat.” The cat pulls the chair. The bull continues to give him a wide berth, but does as he’s told. Milo taps a few things on the cuffs, and then Calvin’s arms are brought up, as if a magnetic force is yanking his huge, buff arms reach up!

“Aaah! Wha??” He looks up at his reaching arms, an invisible chain pulling his arms up, and then notices Milo hitching up his leg and sitting on Calvin’s lap. “Uhhh…” The bovine raises a brow, and then watches as Milo’s paws go up to his chest, and touch his nipples, “Hh!” Calvin’s fur stands on end as his soft nips are touched.

“We all need a break once in a while…~” Milo mutters as his fingers rub at those bits. Calvin puckers his lips a bit before shuddering, “I know you’ve been a good boy…”

“H-Haaahhh…” Calvin lets out a pathetic moan as he closes his eyes and coos.

“You may act like a huge, ravenous brawler. Getting into some very serious fights and then getting slammed into confinement…” Milo grins as those areolas lump forward in his fingers. “But really, you’re just a poor deprived little cow who needs some attention~”

“O-Oohh… Ooo, oooo…” Calvin coos as his hooves lightly trace at the floor. His eyes open as he feels a very foreign yet very familiar sensation under the cat on his lap. Milo teases the very tip-top tips of the bull’s nipples with his index fingers. Behind Milo’s bottom, Calvin’s penis is standing semi-limb on its own. The bovine gaps his mouth as embarrassment flushes his face from his wood.

“I read your profile. Says you were a naughty little cow~” 

“Mhh” Calvin’s gaze shifts right at the feline with anger.

“You had-”

“Stop.” The bull snarls. The cat pauses and sees that bovine start to flare his nostrils. “Don’t… If you even-”

“Alright, alright, calm down” The feline pinches those nipples again, harder this time.

“Fffff-oooooh…” 

“I also need to be careful with your temper~ No need to get worked up over that.”

Calvin winces as his erect nipples are practically penetrating the air while his dick is curling from sheer hardness. Milo smirks as he climbs off his lap. The bull winces with humiliation as the cat whacks at the bull’s enormous erection, making his meaty tower bounce around few times.

“I always love how easy it is to arouse inmates.” Milo says as he teases the bull’s cock, “How long has it been since you have had a boner?”

“F-Five uh, years.” Calvin answers, unable to pull his arms down.

“Well…” Milo grins and licks his lips. Calvin’s eyes widen as the cat kneels down. His jaw drops as Milo moves those thick and huge legs apart, allowing his balls to drop down onto the seat. “I think you are overdue for a proper milking…” 

“A-A-Ahhh…” Calvin gaps his mouth, stunned as the cat rubs his large rod up and down, before aiming it at his opening maw, “Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God…” The bull pants as his erect member rims around the cat’s lips, before he lets out a huge gasp and shoves his head back between his arms, still reaching for the ceiling, “OhMAMA!” He yelps as his cock is overcome with hot moisture.

“Ullmmm…” Milo moans as he descends down onto his dick, lowering down and rising up to lick along the underside of Calvin’s meat. He nods his head while going down and slurping back up, his nose just brushing the top of the bull’s pubic hair.

“H-Hoohhh, a-ahhhh…” The bovine moans while his thighs widen and he starts to push his hips up and down to slide his member up and down, “Ohhh my gyyaaaahhhd…” His hooves almost lock onto the floor as he pivot his pelvis up and about.

“Ulmk, gllk, mmllk” Milo’s throat grunts as his mouth drools around the thick meat in his maw, letting the bovine hump his face, his head jerking about while Calvin goes to town.

“Oh god, oh god, mmhhhnnn!” The bull thrusts into the feline while his raised arms tense from the leverage. “Ah! Ah! AH! AAAAAHHH!”

“Mllp?!” Milo irks as his mouth suddenly gushes with thick and hot fluids! His cheeks puff while his lips sputter globs of white that roll and run down the bovine’s heavy balls.

“Haahhh… Ohhh… Oh ffffuck… Ohh…” Calvin pants, his chest rising and falling as he slumps his head back. 

“Hmm,” The cat takes a cloth and wipes up his mouth, “I had thought you would last longer than that, sir.” 

“You try going without cumming for as long as I have…” The bull groans, his legs loosening and slumping.

“Still, you cannot deny you got overexcited. I wanted to do this longer.” The feline gets up and presses a button on his device. Calvin’s arms flop down from his cuffs’ holding him up. The bovine pants and looks up to cat, only to see the gentleman is in front of him, inputting a specific code into the cuffs. The plasma channels on the metal blink and flashed a few times before they give a sharp hiss and turn off. Milo collects the cuffs and removes them, giving Calvin free range of his arms.

“At the very least,” Milo says as the bull sits up at attention, “We can get down to business.”

“So… What is it you want to do to me?” Calvin asked.

“Not that your set isn’t…” The cat looks down while his small tongue curves around his chops while he looks at that flaccid penis, “Satisfactory. I have been wanting to try something out on a suitable man. And I believe you may be just the one.”

“Just the one for what?” Calvin grumbled cynically. 

“You’ll see.” Milo says as he pulls up a metal suitcase. He clicks the tabs and opens it up. Within a refined black foam basin, holds what looks like a… 

Pink thong?

“You want me to wear lady’s underwear?” Calvin asked with a quirked brow.

“Not exactly.” Milo chuckles, “But you are going to put it on.”

“And what makes you think I will?”

“Put it this way:” Milo pushes the case forward a bit, “You can either humor me now, or you can go back to your cell. It’s really up to you, sir.”

“Hmmfff…” Calvin looks to the cat, then to the pink garment. Either way, he’s going back, right? So what’s the point? Then again, it did feel wonderful to have his dick sucked for the first time in over a decade. “Haagghh… Fine.”

“Good.” Milo backed up from the table and watched. The bull stands up and takes the panty from the case, holding it up and stretching it a bit. 

“So, do you want me to put this on and do some kind of dance like in a club?”

“Just put it on.” The feline insisted calmly. “This is more of an experiment than anything.”

“Right…” The bovine sighed skeptically. He bends over and puts one hoof through a hoop and then the other. He pulls the g-string up past his beefy thighs before the pouch holds his hefty package. Calvin adjusts his junk so his balls don’t slip below the fabric while his penis bulges plainly through it.

“Okay.” The grey bovine as he gives a dull leer at Milo, “Now what.”

“Now…” Milo walks up to the inmate, the size-difference really obvious, as the cat’s snout is just at the bull’s chest. “I just input the code here…”

“Code?” Calvin quirked as he looked down. The cat is tapping on some sort of odd beeping on the waist strap of the thong. Calvin can hear some sort of noise coming from below “What are you doing down there?”

“Now, Test Command Unit #000. Code Name: Storage.”

VPPP

“Ahh!” Calvin yiped and jumbled as he feels a very weird wedgie wiggle right up his buttcrack! “What the fuck??!”

“Hm…” Milo observes with a ringer rubbing his chin as he looks at the nude male.

“What are-”

Clllfffp!

“Hah!” The bull looks down and gaps as he sees the thong tighten onto his genitals, the straps around his waist disappearing and sinking into his pelt and his flesh. “What the hell are you doing to my-” His fingers go to his bulge to pull off the g-string, but he can’t get a hold of it. “What the” He pinches at the fabric and pulls at it, trying to tuck his fingertips under the edges to try and separate the silk from his nuts.

“Doing good so far…” Milo nods.

“Doing WHAT so far?!” Calvin demanded, “What is going on here?!”

“Test Command Unit #001. Code Name: Blend.”

“What are yuh- ulgk…” His body arched awkwardly as his pelvis reared a bit. His voice distorted a bit from the very strange difference down south. He looks down to see the penis nestled on top of his twin kiwi bulges start to change. The flaccid shape started to melt along with the semi-divided girth between. His package morphed and drooped down slightly as his package soon became a perfect sphere shape. His crotch gives a light sound before it looks a little dull with just a bit of shine.

“Hm, it seems to be working fine.” Milo says as he comes up to the bull and pokes at the round pink ball.

“O-OOoo!” Calvin shudders as the cat’s finger sinks into that bulge a little. “That feels weird! It…” He blinks for a second. “It… Feels. Just what’s going on??”

“Your genitals have been genetically reconstructed by this specialized thong.” The feline explains as he cups the hefty orb and bounces it idly, “The nerve-endings seem to have remained intact in the process.”

“Wait, does this mean I can’t piss anymore?? What the hell??” Calvin exclaimed, grapping at the malleable sphere attached on his groin, trying to find someway to undo what happened.

“It’s complicated. You don’t need to think about it though.” Milo chuckled. “Time for the next stage.”

“There’s more??” The bovine frets with his voice getting a little pitched.

“Test Command Unit #002. Code Name: Milk Man.”

Ffffwwp

“The heck?!” Calvin whined with panic as he sees the pink ball grow bigger. However, instead of inflating like a balloon, it droops and sags downward, showing folds and curves along the surface like an airless pooltoy. “Look, I don’t know what you’re doing, but I want you to put it back right-”

Glg gurrg bllgg

“Ah… Ahh…” The bull stammers a bit when some deep pouring noises can be heard. Milo purrs and grins as he watches the bag-like appendage on Calvin’s lap start to droop a little more, this time from some added weight. 

“Ooooh, eenngghh” Calvin coos and winces on the spot, his ‘penis’ feeling more and more heavy. He looks down and grunts as the shape grows more, pushing forward feeling very warm. 

“Mmmmh, very lovely” Milo purrs as he puts his paws under the filling pouch, hearing a distinct slosh within the thick, leathery pouch.

“Wha… Wha are you doing to me…” Calvin pants. “… Mmp! What now??” He frets, feeling yet another weird sensation. The fleshy mound feels a few pin-prick sensations poking at different areas of the balloon. 

“Ah, coming along nicely.” Milo tickles the pink bag lightly. He watches as four lumps push forward from the round surface. They grow and form from the bubbly mass.

“Hoohhhh…” Calvin gaps as he sees two of these strange protrusions emerge from his bloated loins. Thick and rounded, he can hear and feel the fluid sounds subside within as it settled.

“Seems like a success.” Milo chuckled.

The bull puts his big hands down and carefully cupped his large udders. He hisses a bit as his sensitive new flesh gurgles deeply while his hands lift it up, and then the smooth anatomy slipped from his palms. Calvin irks and staggers slightly as his heavy milk bag bounces from lopping from his hands. “What…”

“Hmhmhm~” The cat purrs as he pets Calvin’s abs with one paw while the other fondled one of those fat teats, “Very nice.”

“I… You…” Then, something pushed in the back of his throat. His eyes cross and his cheeks puff, feeling like he’s about to belch. He holds it in, irking in his maw before his lips give way to a bout of gas.

“MmmuuUUUUURRRRRR!” He howled deeply. His hands slap to his muzzle from the thick call of the farm.

“Hm?” Milo tilted his head, genuinely curious, “Did you mean to do that?”

“Do what?? What are taalll-” Calvin gagged a bit as another bubble pushes at the back of his throat, “Urk… MmmoooOOOOOOO!” He called out.

“I’m asking seriously.” The feline tells him, “Are you intentionally mooing like that?”

“No I’m not!” Calvin scowls at him, “Why would I just moo like a motherfff” His cheeks inflate again before his thick mouth puckers, “MUUURRRRRRR!”

“Hm.” Milo rubs his chin, “This may be a neurological side-effect.”

“A what?? What do you mean???”

“I mean that giving you udders may be changing your brain a little.”

“What??! I’m not some freakin- URP!” His lips seal again as his cheeks puff. He grunts and irks before he clenches his eyes shut and swallowed the impulse back down, “Pwahh… Okay… Okay…” He stammers, trying to get his head on straight. The droopy knobs on his heavy pouch twitch as the fluids swirl idly inside him. I-I-I-I… You… Oh my gah…” Calvin whimpered, feeling a mix of shock, disbelief, and anger, “So… Did you just…”

“Turn a prize stud bull into a dairy cow?” Milo grins, “Yes. Yes I did.”

“Alright, look…” Calvin frowns, “I don’t know what… What you did. Just, I’m not leaving here with… With fucking UDDERS!” He shouted.

“And why not?” The cat smiles a he toys with the upper two udders on the round free-hanging balloon. “I think a stud likes you looks marvelous like this.” Calvin growls as he smacks the cat away from him.

“Because if I go back to the jail with THESE!” His fingers grab the broad sides of his udders, shaking them up and making the entire package wobble and slosh, “Everyone else will just start using it as a punching bag!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, there’d be no point.” Milo tells him, “Deriving amusement from anything is literally impossible in the CSJ, you know that.”

“They’ll do it anyway!” Calvin shouts, “Not that a spoiled little pussy like you would understand, but all kinds of violent naked psychopaths live in the CSJ! I walk around with a milk bag flopping around my legs, they’ll fucking gang up on me!”

“You seem a bit tense.” Milo observes.

“TENSE?!” Calvin’s voice almost shrieks, “YOU CASTRATED ME AND PUT A GODDAMN LADY PART ON MY BODY! Why would I NOT be tense?!”

“Look, if you will just calm down”

“NO! You take this damn thing off right MOOOOOOOO!” He involuntarily mooed out.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Milo says, “I’ve actually been reading up on this. Your udders look tighter than when it started.”

“What?” Cavlin looks down and quirked his brows. His udders actually do look bigger. The pouch itself is shiny and is standing on his crotch like a balloon about to pop, and all four teats are pointing erect on the surface, like four hardened dicks.

“Oh my,” Milo winces as he feels along the very tight surface of the udders. It feels like a waterballoon being overfilled. “Honestly, I wasn’t anticipating this…”

“Fffffuck, aaahhhh!” Calvin irks painfully as he widens his legs, his udders pulling down and dangling from his muscular body. The very plump pink bag makes deep gurgling sounds as it continues to build up its internal liquid pressure. “It feels so freaking heavy. It’s like I’m carrying three bowling balls in my nut-sack…”

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Milo explains, “According to agriculture, cows develop irrationally angry mood-swings when they have produced too much milk. The status of the udders are directly linked to the emotional centers of the brain.”

“Speak ENGLISH, you freaking PUSS-FUCK!!” Calvin yelled. “My fucking balls are about to break my fucking back! YoummmmuuuUUUUURRRRRRrrrrrr!”

“Case in point.” Milo says with a dull glare.

“FFFSSSHHHIT!” Calvin winces as he looks down. His udders are beginning to creak as the pink flesh stretches from the milk producing inside. The teats twitch and shutter while it continues swell to a painful size.  “You fucking ruined me! It’s gonna freaking explode! It’s-”

“Alright, calm down, calm down.” The cat tells him as he wheels in what looks like a glass tank. “I was not aware you would lactate so quickly. I will have to collaborate the thong a bit more.”

“Collaborate what??! My sac is about to fucking burst! It’s hurting like hell, and it’s-”

Schlk!

“Ghhh” Calvin winces as he sees the feline attach a tube onto one of the teats with a slight suction sensation around the long and hard nub. Another udder was secured, and then a third, and the fourth and final teat was sealed.

“Good thing I brought this, I almost dismissed the notion before I came here.” Milo says as he taps into the buttons of the transparent syllogue. Calvin’s eyes dart from his extremely aching bag to the glass tubes attached to cords to the tank, his entire beefy body shaking while he keeps on edge until the feline finally tapped the option on the tank. 

FFFFCC

“EENGGH!” Calvin winces harder as his udders feel even more pressure from the rubber edges of the tubes gluing to the round surface. “FFFFGaaahhhh!” He grunts harshly.

“Bear with it.” Milo assures as he stands by the tank. His eyes then see the white flood spring from all four udders, quickly filling their tubes and then channeling through the cords, “Good, I was afraid the slits did not develop.” His eyes go to the glass cylinder, where the milk poured into the empty space.

“Haaaaaaahhhhhhh, fffffssssshhhhh” Calvin hisses and whines as the pressure is finally relieved from his udders. He looks at the flow and splash of cream pooling into the tank. It’s like he hasn’t urinated in MONTHS and it’s all coming out at once. The sensation almost makes him dizzy. He wobbles before he catches himself from tripping. “MmmooooooOOOooo…”

“Hm?” Milo observes the bull’s face. His cheeks are going pink, his eyes look vacant, his face is softening to a noticeable degree, not to mention his stance is faltering a lot. The cat purrs playfully as he looks at the beef trying to stay up. Another notion of a cow experiencing milk-build up is they tend to get inebriated when they’re finally being milked - especially by a machine that’s pumping the milk out fast. It’s almost as if he’s getting the bends. 

“Haaaahhhhhh…” Calvin holds onto the chair with both hands, letting his pouch hang low as the udders are drained of his fluid. His udders have shrunk and halved in size, having a smooth and dull apparatus again as opposed to the shiny tightness it had a few minutes ago. “Hehehehehehe…” The bull giggles as his cheeks get hotter. His vision starts to blur and brighten. 

“I could get used to seeing you like this~” Milo says as he comes right next to the bull and pets him. 

“Muuuuuuurrrrrrr…” Calvin moos as he arches his back slightly, presenting his bubble butt to the air for the cat to feel up.

“Of course, your pelt can be a little softer.” The cat commented as he strokes along the bull’s beefy frame.

“Mmmhh that jail don’t really have Fluffer Mist shampoo in the showers, pussycat~” Calvin snickered lazily. “Kinda gotta- MooOOOOOOOooo!” He howls out again. It really is involuntary.

“Looks like you’ve milked enough.” Milo says as he observes the tank. It’s just below the half-full line before he switched it off. The gizmo stopped humming and the fluid channeling sucked the last of the harvested milk from the four contained teats. Calvin giggles as the feline unplugged and removed each udder from its tube, taking a moment to wipe each nub clean before letting it flop down casually. 

“It’s so weeeiiiird.” Calvin mused as he puts a hand onto his round pouch, wobbling it idly and feeling the sloshing inside, “It’s like my junk is like huge and loose.”

“Hmhmhm, I must admit, this is my first encounter with udders~” The cat licks his muzzle as he starts to stroke one of those udders. 

“Oooohhhh that feels goooooood…” Calvin groans and smiles blissfully with his eyes closed. 

“Oh?” The feline’s ears quirk before he takes the upper two teats with his paws and started to massage them, “How does that feel?”

“Christ, like I’m having two handjobs at one time,” Calvin answers, “Wuuaaahhh…” He swerves to the side before the bulking bovine falls off balance, “Ahhh!”

“Look out!” Milo gasps. Calvin topples over and collapses onto the floor.

“Oww! WhaammoOOOO!” He goes off again. His udders flop and bounce about between his thighs after the crash-landing, wobbling around from the initial inertia before the balloon-like appendage settles down. “Agghh…”

“I apologize, this was my fault, I should have had you sit down.” Milo says as he comes to the bull. Calvin grunts as he supports himself while the cat helps him up.

“Uhhhhhh…” The bull moans, the room still looking like it’s spinning. He still feels so dizzy, he can’t get his head on straight. “C-Ca-Can I lay down fer a sec?”

“Of course, I’ve just a good place.” Milo says as he walks the bull away. Calvin clops sloppily as he goes, ignoring the milk bag bobbing and bouncing with each step he takes.


Moments later, Calvin lays his nude rump onto a bed. He can’t really remember the trip just now, only that it was a couple of minutes away from the interrogation room just now. “Fffuuuuucccck” He groans as he puts a hand on his head. “When did I drink so fuckin much…”

“You didn’t.” Milo tells him as he wheels the half empty milk tank into the room. “Your body produced too much milk and the machine drained you too fast. Your brain is in a drunken stupor as a result from the unnatural process.”

“Yur not makin a lickamoooOOOOOOOUUUURRR!” His throat gives out another particularly loud moo. “Agghhhh” Calvin whines as his head rolls with dull pain.

“Here,” The cat puts a paw on that cheek and turned the bovine’s head to him. Calvin instinctively opens his mouth just in time for Milo to pop in a couple of tablets into his maw. “Just chew these and you should be fine.”

Calvin’s teeth crunched the sweet and powdery pills and soon swallowed them, already feeling the headache subsiding, but he still feels loopy as hell. 

“Mmmmhhhh…” Milo purrs as he hops onto bed with the bull. The cat snuggles up to him and rubs a paw along the bulky muscles along his body. Calvin looks to the side and giggles as he brushes his fingers onto Milo’s soft tummy fur.

“When did you get nekkid?” 

“Who knows?” Milo teased. He prowled lowly upon the bull, sitting his shapely bottom onto Calvin’s hard abs. “Rrrrr… We really should do something about these scars.” He notes as he traced his fingertips along the amended wounds from past fights.

“Heh… Don’t really care…” Calvin chuckled, “Just gonna end up back in the slammer, right? Just gonna get new scars.”

“Oh don’t talk like that” Milo pouts as he puts his paws onto Calvin’s pecs and lean in. “Tell me, are you homosexual, or heterosexual?”

“Hhhrrmmm…” Calvin tries to focus for a few seconds, “… Straight, I think… Yeah, I had a wife.”

“Had?”

“You sort of lose those when you’re arrested.” Calvin says, “Besi…” He stops, another long lost thought coming back, “Oh… Yeah…”

“Remember, did you?”

“Yeah…” The bull frowned, “I killed her.”

“She was a school teacher, I believe.” Milo says as his tail loops idly behind him, “You shot her and her brother for-”

“Stop.” Calvin tells him, “Just stop.”

“Need I remind you that…” Milo starts, but the looks at the bull’s dizzy eyes. They’re cast to the side, knowing he is obligated to obey, or else the 24-hour stint is canceled.

“You’re right. I apologize.” The cat says, “I only ask because… I am gay myself~”

“I guessed.” Calvin says “So what… You wanna fuck me or something?”

“Well… You could say that…” Milo purrs. He moves towards the bovine’s lips and started to nibble and lick at those lips. Calvin stays stoic for a few seconds, doing nothing and just letting Milo do what he wants. The feline’s teeth poke at the bull’s thick lower lip and tug at it. The cat then pushes his mouth onto the other and started to lick the bovine’s tongue. 

Almost suddenly, Calvin’s eyes widened before his tongue moves itself into the other. He looks at the serene looking cat as the feline purrs into him. The bull’s heavy lips lap and fold onto Milo’s. All of a sudden, kissing someone is a lot more interesting. 

“Mmhhh,” Milo laps audibly onto the bull’s muzzle, his penis hardening and rubbing onto Calvin’s stomach. Calvin smooches and kisses back, somehow becoming more invested in making out with him. 

“Mrrrroomm…” Calvin squirms a little, his thighs brushing together under the idle and wobbling udders. His hands hold onto Milo’s sides as the cat sucks on his large bovine tongue. “Mwunnngg~” Calvin breaks the kiss and pants. His cheeks are even pinker while he writhes on the bed, “Nah… Now I’m gay or something? Mnnnhhh…”

“No…” Milo says, “I think the udders have added new pheromones to your body. You are more susceptible to intimat- Mmh!” Before he could explain further, Calvin had glued his mouth onto his again. Calvin whines and kisses him deeply. 

“Mmmmhhhmmhhhmmhh” Calvin’s eyes flutter from smooching the cat. Making mouth-to-mouth is absolutely addictive right now – seriously, Calvin was about to have a withdrawal if he didn’t kiss him.

“Mmmhhh” Milo purrs as he lightly humps onto Calvin’s abs, grinding his penis into the coarse pelt while Calvin is practically eating his maw. He rolls him to the side and holds the back of the cat’s head. Milo moans as that fat tongue rolls and shoves into his mouth, his leg hiking up and putting an arm around him to hug him closer. 

Minutes later, Calvin groans in bliss as the cat nuzzles and kisses his neck, “That’s right, Calvin~” The feline says as he rubs the cow’s opposite cheek, “I just want you to relax and feel good~”

“Moooooooooooo…” Calvin responded, this time just letting it come out of his mouth. He giggles when he feels Milo starts to fondle his udders again. This time, the bull widens his legs and raises one up to make his bobby milkbag droop freely. He feels a shudder up his back when those fingers feel down and around the rotund appendage.

“Hungry?” He asks. The bull looks to the side and sees the cat offering a grape vine. He grins as he reaches his neck forward plucks a round fruit with his teeth. The sweet juices burst in his jaws as he chews. 

Straight or gay, he is loving this attention. He’s been completely nude for over 5 years, and it’s never been anything like this. To have his body appreciated and touched by a tender lover; even with a big bouncy balloon sloshing and bubbling between his thighs, he can get used to this.

Milo spreads some soft butter across a slice of hot and fresh bread before offering it to the bull. Calvin is all too happy to open his mouth and let the food enter his mouth. “Mllmmmm…” He groans as he savors the taste. He takes it with his own hand so that Milo can cuddle up to him, rubbing the side of his face against one of those pecs. 

“Say… I believe I am a bit… Thirsty.” The cat chuckles. Calvin glances at him while the nude feline prowls to the side. He swallows his mouthful and blushed brightly as that paw rests on that pouch, making the spherical ball wobble from the pat.

“You uh… Going to…”

“First, I’d like to do it the old-fashioned way~” Milo purrs.

“What way?” 

“Just get on your hands and knees.” 

“Uh… Okay…” The bull gets up, moving awkwardly as the fluid balloon on his lap lops down and wobbles as he moves. He plants his knees onto the bed before putting his hands down and spreading his legs apart so his udders freely hang from his crotch. 

“Perfect~” Milo purrs as he licks his petite maw. He crawls just below the bull’s chest and looms forward underneath. Calvin stays rooted there as the cat slithers below him, observing his long tail gliding along and then curl around the bull’s thick neck.

“S-So, uh…” Calvin stammers a bit, “What uh… Is it really going to…” 

His ears shoot up as one of his teats are squeezed! “M-Moooop!”

“Heh heh,” Milo chuckles as he strokes one of those udders, “I’ve always wanted to do this, mind you…” He says before putting his paws down and then putting his mouth up. The cat opens his maw and places the teat into his mouth and sealed his lips around it.

“H-Hohh…” Calvin’s left ear twitches from the sensation – it’s like having one of four dicks entering Milo’s mouth again. 

Milo’s lips squelch and squeaked as he pushes his snout into that soft flesh, the roof of his mouth and his tongue pushing on either side of the udder, then tasting a rich and warm flavor start to wash onto his tongue.

“H-Hoohhh” The cow-man’s eyes flutter with dumb bliss on his face as one udder gets suckled and serviced. His fingers curl onto the bed while he feels the gentle scraping of teeth upon it, “Ohhh, mmnhhh”

The sensation is totally something else. It doesn’t quite feel like the pleasure of an orgasm or the relief of urination. Then organ around the udders and inside it itself feels a soothing and wondrous sensation as the milk is channeled from the reservoir inside the udders to being suckled out of the teat’s slit. It’s almost addictive to where Calvin might just want to have the milk machine on his udders just for fun.

“Hllmm,” Milo lets the thick teat loose from his mouth, swallowing the last drop before he moves to the side and slurped up the opposite nub. He closes his eyes as he calmly nurses on the udder, his nose pressing and pushing onto the round pouch while the fat lump fills his mouth. His cheeks waver while he drains the warm milk, his lips giving soft and gentle sounds with each suck. Gulp after gulp, he drinks the creamy natural elixir brewing silently in Calvin’s dairy sac. 

“Hmmm, hold on, hold on…” Calvin muttered. He gets up just as Milo popped the udder from his lips again. The nude bull goes back and sits on his heels, adjusting to get comfortable, chuckling as the slender tabby crawls to his lap and locates an untouched udder.

“Mmmmm, that’s right, kitty…” The bovine huffed deeply as the feline takes the third teat into his mouth and started to extract the fluids. He starts to play and pinch his nipples. “Ffffff… Ooooo…” Calvin coos and moans as the arousal makes his udders flush with a subtle sound.

“Mmmmllmm” Milo’s cheeks fill up as an unexpected gush of milk rushes into his maw. 

A while later, Calvin relaxes as he lays on his side, his udders resting on his thigh while Milo starts to lick and suckle the fourth udder. “Moooooooo…” Calvin moans lowly as he grows drowsy. Having the cat lovingly gnaw and slurp his milk is so soothing that it’s making him sleepy. He feels so peaceful and blissful, he just wants to lay back and let a few other cats just drink his rich cream – one for each udder, he doesn’t care if they’re men or not.

“Mmmmlllmm…” Milo purrs quietly as he nudges that smooth and warm sac, his belly distended from drinking so much of its contents. His chin dribbles slightly with a few white droplets that leak from the corner of his mouth. “I’ve always wanted to have a manly cow that I could drink from…”

“Heh heh…” Calvin chuckles as he feels that coarse tongue lick and sup at the teat, tickling the pink nub a bit, “If you need a guy, I’d be down for that.”

“…” Milo’s eyes glaze over as he stares at the pink color of the udders. He stays quiet as the cow muses to himself.

“May not be the same as having a dick and fuckin some hot pussy…” Calvin chuckles as he yawns, “But if ya let me stay by dangling a milk bag for you, I can get used to that.”

“Yes…” The cat mutters as his pleasant mood dampens with apathy.

“What do ya say, kitty?” Calvin murrs lowly, “…Wanna… git me outta Circuit?” 

“…” 

“I’ll do it, ya know…” Calvin starts to drift off, “I’ll be ya cow-boy…”

“Hm… I should like that very much…” Milo trails off.

“Hhhhhmmmmm deeeeaall…” Calvin sighs before he gives in. The muscular beef starts to breathe deep dozes off. Milo lingers for a moment before sitting up and stroking the bull’s thigh.

The nude feline sighs before he gets off the bed and walks to the desk near by. He opens the metal briefcase that the pink udder-thong was originally carried in and tapped into several hidden buttons. He removes the black Styrofoam to reveal an illuminating computer screen. The sides of the case hiss and click before it folds open to show a keyboard before the feline. Milo sits his exposed bottom down on the chair and brought up the relevant files within the computer.

“Test Subject #20 – Code Name: Calvin Toffan. Species: Bull. Successful.” He says casually aloud while he types, “Was able to achieve compatibility with the device with perfect ease.”

There is a list of Test Subjects #1-#19. Species range from felines, primates, canines, equines, bovines, and etc. “Primarily, humans, bovines, and a few variations of equines are adequately compatible with udders. Lactation levels seem optimal in non-bovine species, while bovine specimens are somewhat over productive.”

“TS#20 seemed to exhibit involuntary urges to vocally ‘moo’ randomly. The previous bovine test subjects – TS#3 and TS#11 – show the same behavior, but significantly less frequent than TS#20.”

“Pheromone levels also spiked with the application and treatment of lactation and nerve endings. Arousal may have influences in milk production. TS#20 lost too much energy to confirm this notion, however.”

Milo sighs as he leans back, leering at the bright screen with dulled eyes. He really doesn’t feel like doing this. He looks to Calvin softly snoring while spread out on the bed. The cat reluctantly types again.

“Half of the previous Test Subjects have exhibited loss of vitality and energy from lactation. TS#20 seems especially susceptible to this side-effect. Must adjust the genetic ratio to balance lactation with the effects of the metabolism.”

“All in all, this current test seems to be a success.” Now Milo is just getting lazy – his annotations are becoming less formal and more casual, just for the sake of jotting down important notes, “Fabric-to-flesh conversion was achieved. And…” Milo sighs again. He checked the timer on his computer.

19H:45M:23S

“Haaaaaahhh…” The cat sighs as he types another note about the drowsiness. “7 out of the 19 previous test subjects have also slept up to 12-18 straight hours until they have awoken. This is a very deep flaw with the metabolism”

Milo stops there and gets up. He approaches the bed to the sleeping cow and crawls in next to him. The white tabby snuggles in and curls against Calvin’s marred stomach. His soft behind brushes on the very warm set of udders; the flesh is so smooth and tender, quietly gurgling deeply as the bull sleeps.

“Hhhhh… If only, right…?”


LATER


“Mmnn…” Calvin murrs as he stirs in bed, rolling lazily to the side and slowly pressing down on his front. He feels an awkward stiffness meet his groin. “Huh?” He rolls back to the side and looks at his crotch, seeing his penis showing a classic case of morning wood. “My cock is back?” He asks as he reaches down and feels at his furry balls, “What happened to the udders?”

“You did a good job, Calvin.” Milo says in a monotone voice. Calvin looks up to see the feline adjust his formal suit and clicking his belt, “My invention passed a lot of tests, and I can see the bugs that need to be amended. You have my thanks.”

“Uh… Milo?” The bull scoots and goes to one side of the bed, “Why uh… Is something wrong?”

“Not particularly.” The cat answers, “Time’s up is all…”

“Time’s up?”

“You didn’t forget, did you?” The cat turns around and looks at him with dulled eyes, “24 hours. Then your custody goes back to the CSJ.”

“W-What??” Calvin’s stomach takes a deep plunge as he gets up, “I-I-It’s over already?? But why, how, it’s too soon! I just woke up!”

“Yes. And you slept through most of it. That was my mistake, but the time was spent nonetheless.” The apathetic feline coldly replied.

“I didn’t get to breathe any fresh air! What about sunlight, what about-”

“This was not a field trip through the Make-A-Wish Foundation.” Milo retorted, “You are here because I wanted to play with you. You were told from the very beginning that you are only here for one day, and that you would do whatever you were told, not the other way around.”

“But, but, but,” The beefy male shook his head, “No, why, I don’t want to g-”

“Do you think any inmate wants to go back to jail?” Milo tells him, “This is what rich people do when they don’t feel like bothering themselves with a prostitute or dating. This happens way more often than you know.”

“But…” Calvin’s eyes moisten as he looks at the emotionless tabby.

“And what would make you so special? So different that I could possibly bail you out?” 

“But… I-I-I remember, you said you wanted me as your personal cow! I’m willing to do it! I don’t mind not having a dick anymore!”

“You told me that you’d be willing. But I did not agree to what you offered; only that I would like that very much.”

“S-So why not??! You can buy my rights as-”

“There is not a person alive who can simply own another person.” Milo tells him, “I am in no position to take in a criminal as a pet.”

“No, I can’t go back, please…” Calvin shakes, “You know as well as anybody! If I go back, I can’t be happy like this again! You can’t DO that to people!”

“I already have many times.” 

“You…” Calvin fumes with a mixture of rage and sorrow. He gasps as the doors open, seeing a pair of twin chimpanzees in guard uniforms come in.

“Right on time.” Milo utters with a hint of distaste. “Just like my cousin; annoyingly punctual and always with twins.”

“No, no…”

“Prisoner #B0V1-035” Said one of the monkeys, “Your ownership has been concluded. Please come with us to return to Short Circuit.”

“No, please, isn’t there-”

“If you resist, you will be dealt with appropriate measures.” They cut him off. 

Calvin looks to the guards and then to Milo. He stalks over to the cat and puts his hands on his shoulders, “Please, one more hour! Just one more hour! That’s all I ask, just an hour! Please, I can’t go back there! You made me sleep through the whole day, this isn’t fair! I don’t wanna lose my name again!”

Milo refuses to answer, let alone look him in the eye.

“Please! Don’t do this! This is cruel, how can you just do this to me?!”

“Let’s go, Prisoner #B0V1-035” The guards come and take the bull’s arms. Calvin frets from them, as he doesn’t dare pull away. His hands go to his back where they are bound in the electro-magnetic cuffs. One of the chimps takes out the bull’s jail tag and pinched the familiar sharp metal pricks to his ear. 

“AH!” He winces as his ear feels the keen buzz channel into his brain. His skull rings as his name is once again deleted, along with several notions of himself. “This isn’t fair, you can’t just play me like this! Come on!”

“Do not resist, Prisoner #B0V1-035.” A guard says as #B0V1-035 is forced to walk away. Milo turns around and faces the window.

“YOU’RE SICK!!” He shouts, “YOU’RE A FUCKING SADIST!” He jumps and shouts as the monkeys drag him away, “WHY EVEN BOTHER DRAGGING ME OUT IF YOU’RE JUST GOING TO THROW ME BACK IN THERE?!” The cat refuses to answer as the bovine is escorted out.

“YOU FUCKING SHIT-FUUUCK!!” #B0V1-035 shouts one more time before they yank him into an elevator, just as one of the guards prime up a prod.

The cat leers with a dull stare out of the window, his paws held behind his back while his tail loops lowly behind. His frown reflects itself from the glass while he glances at the discarded pink thong on the case. 

“Why don’t they ever just stay quiet…”