Published: November 17th 2020, 8:40:16 pm
Farmer John whistled a happy tune as he walked to the milking pens. He had a towel slung over his shoulder, and a couple of sturdy black gloves hanging out of his back pocket. When he opened the doors he was greeted by all his favorite cows, who made noises of recognition and excitement.
"Hey there, boys. It's time for your milking!"
The cows in the pens made noises that ranged from excited to desperate, and he could see why. Their balls were all full. These weren't any ordinary cows, they were young men who for one reason or another ended up at the farm. These men were locked into the milking pens, which looked like a long row of metal railings folded into boxes. Their backs were all to John and they were secured down so they couldn't move. It was the morning crew that had set them up and they were perfectly capable of doing the milking but Farmer John liked to give it his personal touch.
He walked behind one particularly handsome young man, and ran his bare hand over the smooth ass and balls.
"Gosh, I do love a smooth cow." He knew that the hair would never grow back after the treatment.
"S-sir. Please. I'm here by mistake, I-"
"Shhh," said the farmer, patting the cow's thigh with his free hand. "Don't worry, cow. You'll learn to love it hear. They all do."
He wan the hand down to the man's sack, hefting the weight. Then moved down to the udder, which he encircled with his hand. He pulled it down and stroked it, causing a milky bead of liquid to emerge from the gaping slit atop the mushroom head. The man moaned in response.
"There ya go cow. Just moo. Yes, moo as much as you like. You're going to love it here. It's your first milking isn't it?"
The cow nodded. "Yes, sir."
"See, you haven't learn how fun it can be yet. Boys, set him up for first day training."
There was a buzz about the place as the men were setting up headsets and audio. The cows were in various stages of trianing - brand new ones were immersed in complete VR as they were milked for the day, while the most experienced ones didn't need any accessories at all. All of them would happily produce milk for the whole day, once a week, then be denied for the next six days as they were fed hormones to jack their semen making capacity into overdrive. Farmer John had a nice rotation going. Nothing like when he started out as a small one-man operation.
"Ready to go, John," said Tonio, one of his loyal employees.
"Good. I'm going to give this one my personal touch today. Him, the newbie from last week, and Hector. Rig the rest of em up to the milking machines.
"You got it boss. I'll give my regards to Hector." The man chuckled as he walked away. Hector was an employee that was caught in the pen after hours. He wanted to know how it felt to be one of the cows, and John was more than happy to oblige, though Hector wasn't too cooperative at first. It took four farmhands to get him strapped down for his first milking. Of course they were only going to keep him like this for a week, and they didn't put the VR on him. It was just to teach him a lesson.
Farmer John turned his attention back to the task at hand. Literally. He stroked the new Cow's udder as suggestions bombarded the cow's ears and eyes.
"Just a cow. Just a mindless cow. You love being milked. You want to make lots of milk. It feels so good to make lots of milk. Cow. A Milk cow. That's all you are. Moo."
The man began to moo as a stream of precum came out of his cock. The farmer was quick to grab a large funnel and secure it underneath the cow, who was now dripping cum as if he were pissing.
"There you go, that's the way," said John softly to himself. "Fill up the bottle. Such a good cow we've got. Look at all that milk!"
He took a taste to see how it was.
"Perfect." It thick and rich, a little savory with an excellent aroma that stayed on the tongue and wafted up into the nostrils as he smacked his lips. He couldn't wait for breakfast. Fresh milk every day was just one of the perks of the job.
The newbie shuddered as his first orgasm rolled through him. A thick glop of cum exploded down into the funnel, and the stream continued as if uninterrupted. The cow began to squirm.
"Okay, okay, that's enough for now." Farmer John let go of the cock and the stream receded to a dribble. "
"Hey Tonio! Put a diaper on this one and let him rest a while. I trust you boys to build him up to a half day by the end of this week. By the end of next I want him ready to produce a full day's load.
"You got it, boss!" Hector removed the new cow's headset and whispered into his ear to kep him calm, rubbing his bare shoulder.
The man shook his head. He knew hector was having the diaper conversation with him. All the cows were kept in diapers when they weren't being milked. That's just how things were since they had to keep the urinary tract open when they weren't being milked to ensure that no semen was lost to things like nocturnal emissions or orgasms brought on by the stimulation of the diapers themselves. Cow's udders were extremely sensitive - a stiff breeze could set them off. And the cows spent most of their time uselessly humping their soggy diapers, so the farm had to take special precautions to make sure all that precious ball juice could build up for a week. Likewise, they didn't want any piss mixing in with the semen. The farm therefore installed a little valve in their cows that controlled when they could urinate and when they could produce milk.
He walked over to Hector next. He was a stubborn one.
"Hey, there, cow. How is the experience? Was it everything you hoped for?"
Hector just whined. I'm sorry sir! It'll never happen again I promise! I've learned my lesson, so just let me out, please."
The farmer just chuckled and smiled, rubbing the cow's hindquarters.
"I've brought you something special, Hector." He pulled out a large ribbed dildo and held it under hector where he could look down and see it. "This will help you produce more milk by massaging that prostate of yours. It should have grown much larger by now thanks to the hormones."
"Please, sir."
"Now you know you can't get out until the week is up. That's the deal we made for you to keep your job. If you keep it up, you might just have to stay a cow for longer!
Hector began to make a racket, making the cows around him shift nervously, but he was quickly silenced when the farmer snapped his fingers and the men inserted a pacifier gag into the cow's mouth. It was connected to the overflow line. The cow's eyes widened as he saw the white liquid make its way down to his mouth. He shook his head and struggled but to no avail. Soon he was swallowing gulp after gulp of semen whether he liked it or not.
"That's much better," said Farmer John. He pulled hector's thick meaty cock down and gave it a stroke, allowing the semen to drip on the dildo and lube it up, then he slowly inserted it into the cow's read end, before pulling out, and pressing back in again.
"There we go," he said. He soon got a rhythm going of stroking and fucking that had the cow producing a heavy flow of seed into the receptacle below. "You're gonna be a big producer. I can already tell!"
Soon Hector was tapped out, and he was put into a diaper. As soon as they switched the valve over John could see a spreading yellow spot grow on the front.
"Boys, I think you'd better add a few layers. Farmer John eyed the man's bulging belly. "He's going to be peeing a lot with all that milk he's drinking."
The men laughed and Hector turned beet red.
After his rounds, farmer John grabbed his fresh bottles of milk and made his way out. He could already hear the sound of zippers unzipping, and he knew that the men were going to give the cows some prostate massages of their own. Boys will be boys. It was just another perk of the job. He lifted one of the bottles to his mouth and took a big swig. "Ahh," he said. He wiped a big milk mustache off leaving the back of his wrist sticky. "Farm fresh milk. Gotta love it!"