April 13, 2020: Farm Fresh Milk Pt. 2

CW: This one is mostly about milking and less about diapers. Enjoy!

Continuation of November 17, 2020, “Farm-Fresh Milk”

“N-no, please! I don’t want to be a cow! I didn’t do anything! Let me go! Why am I in a diaper? I-”

“Now calm down, boy,” said the ranch hand, petting the man in the milking pen on the head and rolling one of the man-cow’s sensitive nipples between his rough fingers.

“No- ohhhh.. Ohh….”

“That’s it, boy. Calm down. Nobody’s going to hurt you. In fact, I’m here to help you feel real good.”

The ranch hand pulled down the cow-man’s diaper to reveal a hairless crotch and a swollen cock, oozing precum with a massive set of balls swinging below.

“W-why does it feel so heavy down there? What did you do?” The man couldn’t move his arms and he couldn’t turn to look. He could only look ahead or down as the farmhand fondled his engorged cock and balls, feeling their heft.

“Oh my, look at those full balls. Looks like you’re ready for your first milking, boy. You’re gonna love it. They always do.”

The farm hand moved around the whimpering human cow and turned the valve that controlled what came out of his permanently distended and dripping cock from urine to semen. He grabbed a set of hoses, hooking two up to his nipples and one up to the sensitive udder between his legs, which hadn’t been out of a diaper since he’d gotten picked up by the collection team.

“N-no please, I’m innoc- mooooooo.”

“That’s what they always say, bessie. Now no more human talk from you. This moo gag will stay in place until we can get those human words out of your head and teach your brain on the pleasure of being a milk cow. Now just relax and enjoy the show.”

The farmhand pulled down the VR set over the poor cow-man’s eyes and ears, and switched on the machine. At first the man struggled, but all struggling quickly ceased as the the messages were fed into his eyes and ears, and was replaced by soft moos and guttural groans of pleasure, just like the rest of the cows down the line.

Just then, farmer John, the owner of the milk farm arrived, belly full from a satisfying breakfast of eggs and farm fresh milk.

“Okay, boys. What’s on the agenda today? Oh, looks like it’s Hector’s last milking, isn’t it?”

“That’s right boss,” said the farm hand, whose name was Lucas.

“You ready for your last day as a cow, Hector?” asked John, leaning against the rail of Hector’s pen and grinning. Hector just nodded and whined into his pacifier gag, which had once again been set to feed him a steady flow of semen while he was milked. The diaper between his legs was obscenely distended with a night’s worth of piss, and it teased him mercilessly, because he was unable to cum without his valve set in the correct position.

“Good cow,” said John, walking around behind Hector and removing his diaper to turn the valve. Hector’s thick mocha colored cock and balls hung low as if they had never been milked. The moment the valve was turned Hector’s gaping cockhead began to drip cloudy liquid and farmer John was quick to position the receptacle under the man-cow to ensure not a drop was missed, his gloved hands and the quick and efficient way in which he guided Hector’s most sensitive parts into their proper places making the whole procedure feel almost clinical. He soon had Hector hooked up to the nipple and cock pumps, which would take care of the rest. Hector groaned between gulps of savory semen. He hated to admit it but this new liquid diet had him craving the farm’s milk more and more. Was this how they got such a large customer following?

As the pump got to work, sending Hector into a nonsensical haze of bliss, John stroked the man’s hair and spoke.

“Have we learned our lesson about playing in the milking pen after hours?”

Hector nodded.

“Did we satisfy your curiosity about what it’s like to be one of our cow-boys?”

Hector nodded again.

“Do you want a nice bull to plow you for the rest of your milking?”

Hector nodded without thinking, then realized what he’d done, and tried to shake his head. That’s when he realized, he couldn’t. The restrictions to his movement only allowed him to nod. He’d simply never been asked a question where he would say no.

“Good,” said farmer John, smiling. “We got the biggest bull on the farm and he’s going to be riding you all day. We wanted to make your last day as a full-time cow special.”

A giant of a man with a huge nose ring and harnesses strapped all across his naked body was led in, snorting. All the cows mooed and began to instinctively produce more milk, simply sensing his presence from the bull noises he made and the powerful sexual odor he gave out. This was one of the bulls kept on hand to help keep the cows happy and satisfied between milkings. A happy cow is a productive cow, as farmer John always said, and these bulls kept the cows satisfied, and their prostates in healthy working order. The hormones that made their bodies strong and their cocks huge also gave them the libido to do so.

Hector whimpered as two hot and powerful hands gripped his hips. With one thrust the bull hilted himself inside Hector, forcing a glut of gooey liquid right out of the prostate like toothpaste. Hector groaned, his ‘udder’ as hard as a rock, and raging red in the tube.

“Good cow,” said Farmer John, petting John’s hair some more. “You’ve been such a good cow. It’s a shame we have to turn you loose after this. Well, I best be checking on the others. Keep up the good work, Hector.”

Hector was left to his milking, knowing that they were going to get every ounce of product out of his balls that they could before letting him go.

“Alright, everyone. I’ll be back at the end of the day to let Hector out. Make sure you give that bull plenty of water, and clip his ring up above the cage so he doesn’t go anywhere.”

“You got it boss!” said Lucas and he waved as the farmer walked off. As soon as the farm owner was gone, all the farm hands unzipped their trousers and picked a cow. They were all set up for their day of milking and happily mooing, content to have their balls emptied.

They say if you find a job you love, you’ll never work a day of your life. Nowhere were these words more true than for the workers and cows at Farmer John’s milking farm. The farm hands loved their job, and never wanted to leave. Hector loved it so much he tried being a cow himself. By the end of the day, Farmer John returned to supervise Hector’s release. The straps were taken off and the valve switched back to its regular setting.

Hector rubbed his sore muscles as he stood up, hole still dripping bull seed from being bred by the bull all day. His eyes lit up when he saw farmer John come in with real human clothes draped across his arm.

“Thank goodness. I was worried you wouldn’t let me go,” said Hector.

“Well, now. I am a man of my word, after all,” said farmer John. “Here are your clothes, Hector. You can wash up over in the shower stall there and get dressed.

Hector smiled, but then frowned as he noticed that among the clothes was a thick diaper.

“Uh… what’s with the diaper?” he asked.

“You’re gonna need it. Look down at your feet, boy.”

Hector looked down and realized to his horror that he was dripping urine at a constant rate, not to mention the semen dripping down his legs. Not only that but his balls and cock were huge and puffy. He didn’t even recognize the things swinging between his legs.

“Oh god. I’m still… I mean… when will it go back to normal?”

“Oh, this is normal. We can’t reverse the procedure. From now on you’ll have to wear diapers and come in for a milking at least once a week. We’ll give you the dignity of human clothes, but you’ll have to stay close to the farm from now on. Don’t worry, we’ve got a nice warm bed for you in the employee quarters, and I’m sure the other ranch hands will help you keep that swollen prostate of yours nice and healthy. Now go on and get cleaned up. I haven’t got all day.”

Hector walked over to the shower bow-legged and turned on the cold water, which sprayed him clean of bull muck. He then quickly toweled off and went to a low padded table to sit on the open diaper while Farmer John looked on approvingly. Hector looked down at his enormous balls once more as they filled the front of his diaper and whimpered. He was already leaking more pee.

“Let ol’ John help you with that, son,” said the Farmer, in a kinder voice, stepping in and pouring a bit of oil over the man’s nethers, working it in. Hector sighed. He found that so relaxing after a week of conditioning in the cow pens. Farmer John brought up the front of the extra thick diaper and secured it in place, enfolding the man’s capacious balls. The familiar feeling of the diaper calmed Hector further.

Next, Hector was dressed. The pants were extra wide, and would never have normally fit the man, but with his thick diapers they were the perfect size. They had to be held up with suspenders, and with the way his lower section bulged out suddenly, there was no question what hector was wearing underneath. Farmer John led the man to his new bed in the employee quarters. John followed with a pronounced waddle, blushing as he passed all his co-workers who leered at him and grinned, having helped in his cow treatment for the past week. But it didn’t matter. Hector was just glad to finally lay down, rest, and let the semen sloshing around in his distended belly digest.

“Rest up, Hector. We’ll have you back on duty with your regular responsibilities tomorrow.”

As soon as John left, the sound of zippers could be heard all throughout the quarters. Hector sat up and watched the men converge on him, their hardening erections sticking out of their pants.

“N-now guys, come on. I’m not a cow anymore. Can’t you go take care of yourselves?”

“Now now,” said Lucas. “We’ve all used that nice hole of yours by now, what’s one more fuck?”

Hector didn’t know what to say to that, and he didn’t have to because before he knew it, he was taking it from both ends, while dribbling helplessly into the front of his diaper. Hector would spend the rest of his days servicing the farm hands, producing milk once a week for the farm, and being bred by bulls every day.