Boy cows give the best milk

Warning: Cow boy being milked yayyy

'Bailey? Your belly's all swollen... Are you okay?'

Bailey shook his head slowly, wincing as he sat back against the wall, tenderly rubbing his vastly swollen stomach. His little cow ears twitched on top of his head as he shut his eyes, willing the pain away. Huffing, he struggled to unbutton his jeans, letting the enormous mound of belly pool into his lap.

Aly perched himself beside his friend,  tilting his head in concern. His fluffy ferret tail curled around his tiny waist as he leaned against his friend's shoulder, stretching out to place his palms on either side of Bailey's big belly.

'Ah...! That hurts...!'

Aly quickly withdrew, looking upset.

'I know you're trying to help...' Bailey managed a small smile.

'I thought I could be like a cat boy and knead your stomach... But my claws hurt you... I can't retract them like a cat...' Aly looked down sadly at his sharp nails.

'It's okay, Aly. I - I'll be fine. It'll pass in a minute...' Bailey leaned back, waiting for the squeezing sensation in his stomach to stop. His belly heaved as he held in his moans of pain, fists clenching up at the effort.

'You won't be in pain any more once you're milked... That's why your stomach feels so cramped, you're full of milk...' Aly said gently.

Bailey nodded, panting a little. 'I'm so scared... I don't know how it works. When we visited the place the other day, there were all these scary looking machines... I think they have to be attached to me. I'm scared...' He repeated, looking down at his huge stomach. 'I hate being a cow. Everyone laughs at me and I'm fat and now I have this stupid problem...' He mumbled bitterly.

Aly, who was normally used to seeing Bailey smile, looked surprised. 'People don't laugh at you, Bailey! Everyone thinks you're so sweet and gentle! If you're talking about those wolf and hyena boys, they're just loud and obnoxious! They shouldn't tease you about your belly, you can't help being fat... You're part cow...'

'I hate being part cow. I wish I could be part cat or something instead...' Bailey sighed. 'I don't want to be milked.'

'But you have to be milked! Otherwise you'll keep getting these stomach aches...'

'I'm afraid...' Bailey mumbled, tugging down his loose black shirt over his generous cow belly and struggling to rebutton his jeans. 'It's not fair. I'm a boy, I shouldn't give milk...'

'You're a special kind of boy cow. You're kind of lucky... You can sell your milk. That's what the girl cows at school do, and they make enough money that they don't need a part time job. Won't it be nice to make some money? Bailey?' Aly nuzzled into his friend.

'You're so soft, you're always so soft...'

Bailey smiled down at him and let him lay his head against his soft shoulder while he thought.

I don't want to be milked... But I'm so sick of these pains... I hate being a cow...

Bailey sighed...

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'You must be Bailey! There's no need to be shy, sweetheart, come this way...' A kind-looking lady with slender fox ears, took Bailey by his chubby arm and led him down a long corridor. He shuddered, instinctively  tugging his red jacket further down over his huge stomach as he waddled, his big thighs brushing together in his blue denim jeans.

'Adrian will be looking after you. Don't look so worried, petal, we'll take good care of you. I know, it's a little bit scary...' She said sympathetically as Bailey brushed away a stray tear. 'But I promise everything will be okay. Adrian should be finished setting up in here.' She opened the door to the right, and led Bailey into a small room with a sinister looking machine sitting in the back.

Bailey hugged himself, shivering. He did not like the look of that machine one bit.

'You have a first timer here, Adrian. His parents said he was a little bit nervous, but we're very gentle here, aren't we? I know you'll take good care of him...' The woman patted his shoulder and left.

Bailey found himself staring at a tall, slender boy a couple of years older than himself, with two sleek black cat ears sitting on top of his head. He smiled warmly at Bailey.

'A boy milk cow, huh? I've never met one before...' His voice was cool and comforting. He motioned for Bailey to come closer. 'What's your name, little cow?'

'I - I'm Bailey...' The blonde cow boy mumbled shyly.

'Bailey, it's okay to be a little bit nervous.'

'Does it hurt?' Bailey blurted out.

'I'm not gonna lie, it might hurt a little bit at first, Bailey, but once you get used to it you'll just feel a little tingle. Are you ready?'

Bailey hung back. 'How does it work?'

'See these tubes?' Adrian held up two thick, black lines. 'We're going to attach these to you, and they're going to drain the milk. Since it's your first time, we're going to take things very slowly, and if you need a break, just let me know, okay?' Adrian smiled kindly.

Bailey nodded, still looking worried.

'Do I have to take my clothes off?'

'Just your top half. You can keep your jeans on.'

Bailey blushed as he unbuttoned his jacket, then reached over his belly to peel back his oversized dark t-shirt. Throwing both onto a table, he slowly waddled over to Adrian, his belly feeling heavy and full, hanging down over his waistband.

'My, you're swollen... It'll be nice to get rid of all this milk, won't it, Bailey?' Adrian helped him onto a padded chair. 'First I'm going to stimulate your chest and stomach for a few minutes to get the milk flowing.'

Bailey blushed as he felt Adrian's hands gently stroke his swollen stomach, moulding and kneading each section. His touch was light and gentle - cats were always very delicate.

'You're a big boy, Bailey... You poor thing, you're absolutely stuffed. It's a wonder you haven't been milked sooner...'

'I just turned sixteen...'

'I always thought that was a dumb rule. Can't be milked until you're sixteen. I don't know how you've been walking around like this...' Adrian frowned as he continued to knead Bailey's belly, moving up to his chest to squeeze his soft, heavy boy breasts.

'Adrian... Why do some boy cows give milk?' Bailey winced, but the sensation of Adrian rubbing his chest was pleasant.

'I'm not sure to be honest... But your breed of cow is supposed to give delicious milk. Are you going to try it?'

Adrian laughed as Bailey made a face.

'No way! I'm not trying it...'

'Oh? Aren't you curious? Well, I'm going to try it. I get a few free samples every week, and I have to try your breed's milk,' Adrian grinned. 'Actually, I probably shouldn't be drinking so much, I feel sick...'

'But you're a cat, aren't you? Cats love milk...' Bailey asked.

'I love milk... I could drink it all day... But I don't think it's all the good for me to drink so much...' Adrian sighed. 'Anyway. If it's okay, I'm going to attach these to your chest and start the machine. You're going to feel a sharp pinch, but push through it and you'll get used to it.'

Bailey flinched as two nozzles were attached to his nipples, and he felt a sudden tug. He let out a gasp as the machine began, squeezing his nipples tightly. 'It's hurts...!' He whimpered, clenching his teeth.

Adrian, continued to squeeze his chest, his gentle fingers rolling into the soft pudge. 'It's alright, Bailey, it's alright...' He said softly.

Bailey shut his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the pressure on his chest. His breathing quickened as the nozzles dug in more tightly, provoking a few squeaks of pain.

'You're sensitive, huh...' Adrian frowned. 'But you should be okay. Try to hang on for a few more minutes then I'll slow it down. We'll do it in sections to get you used to it, but I do need you to hang on for a bit longer. You want me to keep rubbing your belly?'

Bailey nodded, his eyes shut tight.

As long as Adrian was gently massaging his swollen stomach, Bailey had a smidgen of relief from the sharp tug on his nipples.

Eventually, Bailey felt the machine slowing down and he began to breath heavily, momentarily relieved. Adrian continued to push on his stomach, as he recovered from his first experience with the milking machine.

'I don't like it...' Bailey mumbled.

'I promise you'll get used to it. It won't ever be as bad as your first time. Besides, we need to milk you, Bailey. Or you'll just swell up with milk.'

'I hate being a cow...' He mumbled.

'Oh...?' Adrian learned in. 'Don't say that. If it weren't for cows, we wouldn't have dairy! We wouldn't have milk...' He stroked Bailey's cheek. 'You're a very cute little cow. I don't want you to say things like that...'

'But it's okay for you to say that, you're a cat! You don't have to do this...' Bailey mumbled.

'Huh? Well... I guess...  But I still don't want you to say that, little cow. You should be proud that you can give milk... Okay, are you ready to try again?'

Bailey nodded, clenching his fists as he felt the familiar sharp pinch on both of his nipples as the machine began again.

'You know, years and years ago, before these machines, you used to have to milk by hand. It took hours and hours.' Adrian explained.

'Do you know how to milk by hand?' Bailey asked.

'I don't. I think it just involves lots of stimulation. And the cow has to be completely relaxed.'

Bailey didn't like being referred to as 'the cow'.

'You can milk me by hand, I don't mind if it takes hours. I don't like this machine.' Bailey said stubbornly.

Adrian laughed gently. 'That would take too long. Trust me, it would be hours. We'll have you fully milked in half an hour. You'll feel a lot lighter then.'

'Until I get fat with milk again.'

'Mmm. You'll have to come back every month, but if you ever want to come sooner, you can. We're here to take care of you, okay? I bet you'll be relieved to not feel so bloated after this...'

'Yeah... Adrian, will you milk me next time as well?'

'Sure. Just request me a few days before. We can stop again now. Is it getting better?'

'No, it still hurts... But not as much...'

'I promise it'll get better. I've milked so many cows, and every single one of them gets used to it. You're going to be fine.'

'What happens with my milk?' Bailey asked, watching the liquid steadily pump into a large container.

'It's brought away to be pasteurized after this; it'll take a little while before we can drink it. It's kind of cool you can do this, huh...'

'I guess...'

'Can we go again?'

Bailey nodded. 'Let's get this over with.'

Half an hour later, Bailey leaned back into the chair, his nipples feeling very swollen and tender, but overall feeling a lot lighter.

'Bailey, you did great! Your first time being milked. I'm so proud of you, little cow~' Adrian congratulated him as he detached the nozzles and put them away, checking the raw milk that had been collected after the session. 'You can rest for a little bit now, I'm going to finish up here then I'll come over to rub your belly some more...'

Bailey closed his eyes, feeling drowsy.

Adrian came over a few minutes later, and to Bailey's delight, he once again began kneading Bailey's stomach.

'That feels good... Cats are good at that...'

'It's just an instinct... Wow. You're a lot smaller now, huh... That was a lot of milk you were carrying, Bailey.'

'Huh? I'm still fat...' Bailey frowned.

'Mmm. You were really enormous before. I'd never seen such a big cow. You're still heavy, but not swollen any more.'

'Yeah. I feel better. Will my stomach aches stop now?'

'They should. Your body won't start making milk again right away, so you should feel relatively normal. But if you are in any pain, I think stimulation helps. There's usually some cats around here most days, and you can call in for a belly rub session if you're feeling uncomfortable. 'Course, most of these guys will probably coax you into promising them free milk, but you're gonna get that from cats.'

'If they don't make fun of me, I don't care.'

Adrian blinked. 'Why would they make fun of you? You're a cow. Cats love cows.'

'Do you?' Bailey asked.

'Yes... I love cows. I loooove milk, so I love cows. It's why I work here.'

'I always thought cats were cool. There aren't that many at my school.'

Adrian handed Bailey his shirt and jacket. 'Do you want to get dressed or do you want me to rub your belly some more?'

'I want to get dressed. Adrian, thank you for being kind to me...' Bailey said as he pulled his shirt and jacket back on.

'No problem, little cow. Same time next week?'

'Yeah. See you.'

'How was it?' Bailey's Mom later asked him over dinner. 'You look a lot more comfortable.'

'It was okay. Kinda sore...' Bailey's chest still hurt a little bit.

'You're okay to go every week from now on?'

'I kind of have to, don't I... But on one condition, only if Adrian milks me.'

Bailey smiled to himself. He did not like the machine one little bit, but the comforting cat boy massaging his belly made up for it. He wouldn't mind this becoming a weekly thing, as long as he got to see Adrian...