Bull-e-tin

by brazboy   

Short stories in the world of Dairy Bull.

I can feel my mobility decreasing day by day, and it suffices to look at my older brother to know where it’s going: I’ll soon be unable to walk by myself due to the oversized thickness of my cock, and the immense weight of dragging my scrotum. I still can, however, even if my balls are big as a wardrobe, and my cock is so thick and long it literally touches the ground horizontally and fills almost all the space between my legs when I stand up on even ground—I am still a work bull, massive, muscular, powerful, and can drag my goods.

“You’ll be the last one,” says my jock friend, Miguel, after I guarantee I will participate in this year’s sprint race. I shrug.

“But at least I will complete the course. Next year I might not be able to,” I respond, and that is the final word. My friends decide they’ll support me in running with the other jocks, even if that means digging a trench with my cock in the whole length of the track.

That day, we go to the beach, the four of us big burly dairy bulls, to have some beer and celebrate our youth—our last year of high school, the last weeks before college. I, as usual, drag myself drooling pre all over the sidewalk and then the sand. Since the sand is soft, my cock digs a trench in it as I drag the massive burden until we get a place to stay—I am, as usual, in the middle of the other bulls, serving as a landmark and sometimes as a table too. They generally treat me like a normal bull hunk despite my five tons of sexual organs drooling on the sand and my precum forming a stream to the ocean.

“I will miss you guys when we enter college,” says Iago, and the other guys push him around, Miguel mounting him, and Lucas is laughing as they hug, pulling his head under his armpits.

“Come on, we will still see one another!” shouts Miguel in response.

“We’ll go to the same college, you bastard!” Lucas reminds us. I sigh, looking at the ocean, at the normal humans and bulltaurs around us, at my running, jumping enormous muscular friends with their normal udders and cocks and balls. All that while I am basically stuck in place due to the oversized nature of my sex parts.

“I’ll miss being mobile. I’ll miss running, dragging my balls and cock. I’ll miss not depending on a vehicle like my older brother…” I start muttering and tear up a little. All the other lads turn around towards me, Lucas hugging me from the left, Iago doing the same from the right, Miguel and Gustavo mounting my balls and hugging them, and Tiago mounting my cock from the front as it’s longer than my torso, and thus hugging my chest against his.

“You’ll be fine, dude,” says Tiago, rubbing our muscles together, caressing my cheeks, as his cock slides casually inside mine, making us both tremble in delight. This is the way my friends mount me—through the front—as they can’t possibly reach my rear.

“I know… but I’ll miss being fine and mobile,” I say, and Tiago shushes me, kissing my lips, as he fucks and slides his cock in and out of mine and the rest of my burly body is massaged and hugged by friends. Eventually I orgasm, and my balls tremble shooting an explosion of spunk, which Tiago manages to avoid—it’s a true high-pressure stream of seed being shot straight into the ocean, covering a part of the beach in a thick and warm white mass. Other beachgoers stare as us in shock, some even getting coated in my juices by surprise.

“Thanks, guys,” I say, panting, as we all hug together and my cum jets become a dribble.

We are all in the tracks for the race. It is only a half-kilometer sprint, but it will be a lot for me. I see my older brother in the audience, and I wave at him: his cock is so big that it covers three rolls of chairs below him, and he looks uncomfortable there, but he still came to see and support me, and that made me happy. I smile, as he waves back at me—no matter what, I must complete this race, for the both of us.

My cock is not only dragging on the ground now, but digging into it as I pull. I’m officially thicker in my erection than my legs are tall, so even walking now means permanently frotting with planet earth. Before long I’ll not be able to walk unless it’s on soft soil, but for now I can manage.

Soon, the race starts and all studs run towards the end, each carrying his ton and a half of muscle, and only a few hundred kilos of udders and sexual parts—with me, its two tons of hunk carrying five of reproduction parts. I am slow, but I do it. I don’t give up, dragging my cock on the ground from 495 meters. Then, when my slit crosses the end, I stop—I did well enough, and my cock is too big, too hard, and now too red and too wet with all that rubbing against the hard ground. I pant and lean down on my rod as my erection explodes with milk, covering the competitors who were rooting for me on the other side of the finish line with jet after orgasmic jet of seed.

As I pant and drool and ejaculate, the judges acknowledge that I had effectively finished the race as my glans passed the finish line.

After classes are over but before college starts, my older brother and I travel to grandpa’s old farm. There, since the soil is soft, I am still mobile, although my brother can’t move and has to be sheltered in his own especially-designed barn, which is like a warehouse built for his own needs. I usually spend the day outside helping as much as I can with the chores, like readying the soil and getting us fish to complement food (I use my cock to make a little dam in the stream which makes it really easy to fish), and then come back to hang and sleep in my brother’s barn.

As we hang together at night, after the farm staff cleans my cock and milks the both of us, my brother pulls me near his body.

“Are you afraid of getting stuck around your erection like me?” he asks, and I bite my lips looking over at him. His ever-growing cock is already four meters long, and so fat that his hooves hover 50 or so centimeters above ground as he straddles it, plus, his legs are weirdly stretched around his tube-like rod. It is not an enviable situation.

“I guess… I know you can’t do a lot of stuff, bro. I know it’s not nice,” I confess, and he rubs my hair, smiling down at me.

“You are right it isn’t ideal, and one does lose a lot of things by being stuck over one’s cock like I am,” he notes, and I grumble. “But it isn’t all bad either. I can move around in my truck; I get a room with a lovely view, and dozens of lads who help me get around and fulfill my needs. Plus, the juice my balls make are worth quite a lot; it paid for your high school tuition, you know?” he says, and I nod as he caresses my hair and I lean my head on his massive big bro torso.

“I know… still, I feel like I’m missing out. I’ve never mounted another bull, and I never will,” I say, and my brother laughs.

“Do you want to mount me? Your cock is big but I think it would fit inside my own, li’l bro, at least for now,” he offers. I pant in shock at the idea, but it does make sense! I guess there is at least one hole where my dick will fit—my older brother’s oversized slit! Thinking about it, we are both producing abundant pre now.

“I would love to, actually!” I say, and wobble my immense body to be in front of big bro’s cock, and then start sliding my massive cock inside his gigantic one, which stretched amazingly wide to welcome my erection. As I push more and more of me inside him, we are both panting, and my cock seems to vanish, engulfed by his elder meat, until my bull body is climbing my elder’s glans and I am buried fully inside him, our human parts able to finally reach and hug one another. “Hmhmm, it’s delicious!” I moan, feeling completely wrapped by big bro cock and hugged by his muscles.

“I agree… fuck, you are stretching me so much…” moans my elder. I try to push further in, but I can’t: his slit is rubbing the root of my oversized dong.

“Can we sleep like this?” I ask, and he agrees, and we do so every night of that lovely summer.

Since my friends were too cowardly and bourgeois to join me, I go for a hike on my own, across the Chapada Diamantina. The trail isn’t particularly hard, and enough people are going about that you meet others once or twice a day, coming from the other direction. I have been trekking for two days when, finally, I see the immense lake of the local hydropower dam in the distance, on one side of the mountain range, and the massive green canyon on the other side.

“Wow, this place is really stunning,” I whisper to myself, and then spot from all the way up here the next camping ground, on a beach by the lakeside, about a kilometer down. I start walking. A few minutes later, I pass a couple that is coming from the other way. We nod to one another but do nothing more.

Eventually, I arrive at the lakeside. By then I am hot, sweaty, and bothered, and so the first thing I do is to put down my stuff and take off my shirt. I look around and, finding no one, I change into swimming shorts and run across the beach to the water. That is when the noise I am making splashing into the lake attracts someone’s attention.

“Help, I need help!” shouts a deep and velvety voice, coming from the line of trees a few meters from the lakeside. Immediately, I turn around in shock, the cool lake water running down my hair and skin—I didn’t expect anyone else here, much less someone asking for assistance. Almost paralyzed, I stare as an amazingly handsome, tall, and muscular dairy bull comes running from the trees toward the water. He is majestic a figure to watch—his muscles make his upper torso seem like a strong V, and his lower bull-like torso trembles as he runs with his four legs in synchrony. One can hear the slapping of his immense front cock, which hits his chest abundantly. A massive thud also seems to come from between his rear legs, but I can’t see its source yet.

“What, what happened?” I yell back in despair, running towards the six-limbed hunk, once I recover from the surprise. He is sweaty, bothered, panting desperately, but I see no blood, no injury or even dirty anywhere on his amazing frame. The only liquid I see is the pre drooling from his slit smashing his pecs and… droplets between his rear legs? White milk?

“I forgot to milk myself! I took a nap! Now I can’t reach my teats, ughhhh, it hurts so bad!” he grunts, moans and his face contorts with pain. I stare as the large multi-limbed human moves his legs, trying to rub a mass in between them, but it’s useless—he can’t relieve himself for the life of him.

“I don’t understand,” I respond, approaching him, and touching the sides of his legs. He looks down at me, as he’s taller than I am, but with pleading, desperate, and deep blue eyes.

“I need to be milked… I need milking, please milk me?” he begs, with a deep sense of urgency in his voice which seems to almost hurt. I gasp. I have some idea of what he wants, but why did I have to do that? It makes no sense. Surely, a hunk with long limbs like him could reach his own udder and teats and milk himself.

“Why can’t you do it?” I ask, trying to glance over his torso to see his naked rear. He jumped up and down, desperately, like when one might when having a full bladder. The amazing six-limbed stud glares at me, clearly uncomfortable and in pain.

“Look, look at my udder! I can’t reach it, it’s too full and bloated! I am a healthy award-winning stud! I should get milked every eight hours, at least, but… ugh, I took a fucking nap! Now I can’t reach my teats, and it hurts bad! So please, please, help me. I will do anything you ask in exchange!” he pleads, and then grabs my hands, lowering his front legs to kneel and beg. “If you don’t, I’ll be in pain until I can find someone else… it hurts, it stings…” he says, now kneeling, which brings his head close to my chest, albeit a little lower. His front cock, thus, is now bobbing left and right next to my abs.

I gasp, seeing this amazing horny half-bull stud kneeling in front of me, and slowly realize that given the hour it’s likely that other hikers are setting camp and nobody else would come to this poor bulltaur’s assistance. Seeing his total and helpless despair, I clear my throat, trying not to blush.

“Of… of course, man. I know it’s an intimate thing but if you need help, I’m willing to help,” I say, and he jumps up and down, rejoicing, and I nod.

“Okay, thanks, thanks. I have a milk bottle you can use to save up my ladmilk! Come, sit here, milk me!” says the hunk, pulling me by the hand to the tree line, and then giving me a five-liter bottle, and pushing me to sit on a massive root which made my head be at the perfect height for him to shove his massive udder on my face.

“Wait, just wait!” I say, slapping his udder. He trembles, and stops, heeding my every word.

“Sorry, sorry… I respect taurboys, I do, but I am desperate,” he says, using the nickname dairy bulls often gave to the lads taking care of them. I sigh, appreciating the view of the hunk’s lower body and his underside.

“Okay, don’t worry, I’ll… milk you nice, all right?” I say, a bit unsure, as I move my hand to rub his muscular legs, and spread them over. His legs are strong and long, and in between them you have his gigantic udder, completely overgrown and bloated. No wonder he can’t reach his teats! Each is 25 centimeters long and hanging like cocks under the massive milk-making organ. Behind his udder, the lad has his rear cock—the massive, 120-centimeter-long pole used by dairy bulls to fuck and dominate other dairy bulls. Behind the massive sword, I find his rear balls. His udder is now so bloated that it made his hard rear dick point to the ground, and sometimes rub on the dirt even as he stood still. In fact, I now notice the hunk’s dick has dug a ditch in the dirt behind him when he isn’t humping about.

“Please, please… milk, milk, miiiiiilk meeeee,” he moans as I take my time inspecting his body, and I look down at the fat teats hanging under his udder. They are drooling amazingly thick and fat milk—no wonder the hunk said he’s a prized stallion. That thick and juicy milk could feed lads and make them grow amazing muscle—surely, big and burly as he is, he is himself fed the juiciest prized ladmilk.

“All right, I’ll milk you now,” I inform him, and he sighs, grabbing his forecock in his hands and then suckling on himself expectantly. I move my hands to hold two of his teats, and as soon as I close my fingers around the massive cock-like bulbous and hard appendages, the bulltaur trembles in delight and all his hairs rise in frisson.

“Yes, yes, milk, milk, milk,” he pleads, muffled with his lips around his foreglans. I start squeezing the teats and milking them up and down. Jets after jets of milk explode and squirt, thick and marvelously hot, falling in the bottle I positioned between my legs. “Uhhhhhgggghhhmmmm, yea, yea, squeeze my teats, you can be harder, yea,” he moans deliciously as I tighten my grip and harden my motions, making him roll his eyes in bliss, drooling around his fore-rod.

After a minute or so of milking him, I am hard, smelling the scent of milk and hunk. His udder gets a little bit less bloated, but it’s still massive and the two teats I haven’t touched are still drooling dadmilk. However, I have filled the reservoir between my legs.

“What do I do now?” I ask, and the massive bulltaur grunts, letting his frontcock pop out of his lips as he strokes himself.

“You are the vaqueiro, you decide… just milk, I need to be milked way more…” he informs me, panting, and rocking his hips so his udder rubs on my face. I grunt, slowly giving in to the temptation.

“All right then,” I say, and lower my head under his udders, taking a teat and kissing it with my thick red lips. The dairy bull grunts deep, and moans.

“Yes… yes, suckle milk, suckle! Better than waste!” he chants, and heeding his call I envelop the teat with my lips and start sucking it up and down. The overflow of milk is amazing—it’s thick, endless and pungent. I drink too much, sucking harder and harder, and yet the volume the stud yields doesn’t decrease. Eventually, I use my hands to milk two other teats while sucking from the first, wasting abundant milk which is slowly and then surely covering me on his tauric juices.

“Yes, yes….. hmmmm, fuck, this is so good…. Hrrrrrrrmmmmm,” he mutters while self-sucking. His udder is finally getting less bloated, and hid cock now slaps my torso as I am positioned under his immense milk-making organs. The bulltaur lowers his upper torso above his lower one and, forming a muscle circle, uses his arms to hug his cock under his body and, squeezing me between his lower abs and his shaft, starts jerking his rear cock while self-sucking his pulled-back fore-member.

“Ghh, gwaaagh, waaaah!” he moans and mutters, as I continue sucking and milking, trying to ignore that my head is compacted between udder and rod, and my arms compressed between udder, legs, abs, and rod. The dairy bull avidly self-pleasures while I milk him, and soon, he starts panting, and then an explosion of whiteness hits from every side: his forecock splashes cum into his mouth, which he swallows, but the overflow drooled down his face and muscles; his rearcock shoots jet after jet of seed forward, across the treeline and the beach, into the lake ahead, forming a fat and thick coat of whiteness over the water, that fish gathered to eat. And his teats—his teats explode with milk, making me gag as I pull my head from the compressed environment where I am, before being grabbed by the half bull’s powerful muscles, placed on his amazing back, and kissed by his lips in a delicious thanking.

“You saved me! A promise is a promise! What do you want?” asks the now happy, released and milk-and-seed drenched six-limbed stud. I smiled, still a big dizzy and filled with his heavy milk which weighs in my stomach.

“I want to do this again… sometime…” I mutter, confused, and the bulltaur smiles and nods.

“How about every eight hours? You are my vaqueiro now! You have a responsibility!” he says, and somehow that makes it seem like I had been lucky to be in the right place at the right time to deal with that handsome multi-limbed jock’s emergency.

Someone knocks on my front door on a Saturday. I’m afraid it’s a Jehovah’s Witness, but thankfully it’s only a door-to-door salesman. He offers a weird but delightful product—an automatic milker, which is basically a pump you attach to your teats with a large container to be carried on your bull back, which you can use to keep your udder milked and your teats always perfectly exhausted without needing some else’s help.

The idea seems nice enough, and so I buy it, and decide to wear it to work on Monday. There, in the middle of a meeting, I turn on the device and it starts trembling and milking me, making me grunt and pant.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!” sounds the expensive milker, pumping and sucking my teats while collecting my milk mechanically. My coworkers turn around looking at me in shock as I try to contain my moans and drooling.

“Eduardo, do you have something to tell us?” asks my boss, as I gasp and turn off the milker.

“Sorry, no, I was just seeing if I could use this device during work, but apparently it’s too delightful. I’ll stop now,” I respond, and the meeting continues, although several other bulls come to ask me about the milker later.

A few hours after this, I’m in the street, walking to a supermarket, when I decide to turn on the milker I carry on my back and have hugging my teats.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!!” it sounds, and people start looking around to see where the mechanical sound is coming from. I pant and my cock hardens and starts dripping pre, but this time I didn’t care. I have the right to shop while the milker pumps my teats and fills itself my warm milk, even if that gives me a fat drooling erection which creates a thread of pre behind me as I walk.

Over that week, basically, I become addicted to the milker. Other than at meetings and other official events, I am now being milked and pumping my teats all the time. The only problem is that my cock constantly gets hard and drools behind me, now, which means I have to often call the cleaning staff so nobody will slip on my pre. Fortunately, the following Saturday I am visited by a door-to-door salesman again.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!!” sounds my teat-milker, while I answer the door.

“Hello, sir, I see you already have a milker installed, but we found out 98% of bulls with milkers have problems with their erections. Fortunately for you, I sell cock milkers, which are just like teat-milkers but especially designed to satisfy a dairy bull’s erection,” the vendor says, and I pant, gasping in delight. This is just what I need!

“Come in, and do you want to drink something? I have plenty of milk around,” I suggest, and indeed my house is filled with bottled and bottles of milk, since I haven’t been able to increase my deliveries, despite my growing productivity.

“Oh, no, sir, I’m fine. I am here to talk about your cock, which I notice is drooling pretty strongly now… imagine if it could be dry and all your seed is collected into a tank!” he starts selling the product, and I admit it’s probably an easy sell.

On Monday, when I arrive at the office, the first thing everyone hears is “Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!!” and “Pump, pump, pump, pump!!” as they stare at me coming in with two recipients on my back, and immense cups hugging my four teats and my massive erection, all deliciously massaged by the twin devices.

“Hello everyone, how was your… ughhhhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ah, ah, hmmmmmmmm, ughhhhhhh, hmmmmmmm, weekend?” I ask around an orgasm which floods the cum recipient with spunk, as well as making my teats shoot overwhelming amounts of milk. People gape at me in shock, as I am so obviously being sexually pleased and orgasming thanks to those marvelous machines. I need to buy larger recipients for the devices, though, as well as increase my milk deliveries once again, or soon I won’t have anywhere to keep all that juice that my body is making.

I was paired with one of them—a fucking dairy bull, living with me, sleeping in my bedroom. He’s tall, immensely strong, and athletic—captain of the tauric polo club—and has a gigantic udder as well as an immense cock. He is also annoyingly friendly, despite my distaste for freaks of nature like him.

“Oh, Miguel! How are you?” asks Felipe as I enter our room, and I grunt. He is currently laying on his bed with his ass, balls, and cock pointing at the door, at me, as his teats are being pumped by his milking machine, and he moans, drooling from his lips.

“I told you not to get milked in our room!” I complain, throwing my bag on my bed, and exit the room, just trying to get away. He stands up and follows me into the living room, eager to please but also wanting to confront my unfriendliness. He forgot his teats were tied to the machine, however, as his coming my way ends up dragging his milk pump.

“Come on, everyone is milked in their rooms, why should I be the exception?” he asks. I shake my head, getting more and more pissed the more he defends his behavior.

“I won’t milk you like other roommates do!” I yell, and Felipe frowns. “I won’t milk your teats, Miguel! I won’t! I helped you rubbing oils on them a few times, but that’s it!”

“Then the least you should do is let me be milked by the machine!” he yells back at me, taking a few steps closer, and I freeze. It is the first time this giant of more than a ton shouts back at me. It is scary and paralyzing, despite me also being a bit of a jock, I am maybe one-fifteenth of his weight.

“Oh, ah, I am sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you,” Felipe corrects himself, noticing what he had just done and lifting an arm to touch my shoulder. I grunt and recoil, recovering myself.

“No, you just responded accordingly to how I behaved, it’s okay,” I respond, trying to keep some minimum dignity, although I am still a little confused. Felipe looks me up and down.

“But you peed yourself,” he argues, and I gasp, turning around totally embarrassed, and then hurry into the bathroom, leaving Felipe by himself in the living room.

“Just go get yourself milked then, fuck!” I shout hitting the door with a punch. Felipe on the other side walks back to our room, and I shower. After jacking off twice and cleaning myself, I exit the bathroom naked and go to our room to pick up some new clothes. I find Miguel there being milked, but now he’s all sad and laying his human upper half against the wall.

“Felipe…” I say, walking in naked and wet, and he jumps a little looking at me. “I’m sorry, I overreacted, I didn’t want to force you to be aggressive… I guess I have been a bit too harsh on you,” I say crossing the room, opening my wardrobe and picking up some clothes, and then putting them on. Felipe watches my every move as I do so, and I hear his cock slap his udder.

“No, Miguel… a bulltaur should never intimidate a human. You guys are too small and weak. That one is on me,” he says, sighing, and trying to avert his eye as I look towards his face. “I will not ask you to touch my udder and teats again, I swear. I thank you for helping me with oiling, plugging the pumps, wrapping me in my sport undies and all before, but I understand you don’t like it and feel intimidated by me now,” he completes, and sighs.

“Ah, yes, yes… that is what it was,” I respond, and then, dressed up, I jump on my bed and force myself to sleep staring at the wall.

I enter the bedroom and find nobody inside. Felipe is getting himself milked in a friend’s room, which for some reason makes me feel a bit like I am in the wrong in this whole thing. I go to shower, and then come back and sleep. In the middle of the night, Felipe must arrive and go to sleep too, because I wake up at dawn to the sound of his grunting and muttering, turning around on his bed, trying to reach his udder.

“What are you doing?” I ask, turning around in the dark. Felipe gasps, and looks at me terrified.

“Sorry, Miguel, I thought you were asleep…” he grunts, still stretching himself and trying to reach his udder.

“I was, but you woke me up with your grunting… what are you doing? Trying to reach your cock to jerk off, in our room?” I ask incredulously, as it seems weird that Felipe would disrespect me like that after our last chat.

“Never! I mount many guys and others milk my cock often! I am…. Hrrrrr… trying to reach my teats…” grunts Felipe, changing his position, but nonetheless unable to touch his four fat teats.

“Why?” I ask, and he sighs, giving up for a second.

“Because after milking me my friend put teat-rings around them so I’d not drool milk on my bed, but they are too tight and my udder is getting bloated and I fear that if I don’t remove them the rings will be stuck!” he says, and I sigh, shifting on the bed as if I were back to sleep, which makes Felipe sigh, but I turn on the light and stare at his underside.

“Fuck, man, your teats are purple and those rings are waaaaay too tight for a big bull like you! What was your friend thinking?” I ask, and Felipe grunts, annoyed.

“He said he would milk me if I wore them between sessions, and if I didn’t, he’d know someone else touched my teats and he’d not milk me at all,” Felipe confesses, as I stand up from my bed, hard under my pajamas, to inspect the damage. It looks awful, and what Felipe told me is almost unbelievable.

“This is hurting you, your teats are starting to bleed. This guy is no friend of yours, Felipe, they are abusing you,” I say, and he rolls his eyes.

“He milks me, all right? He helps me. I can’t milk myself!” the immense dairy bull responds, defensively.

“I’ll remove those rings,” I inform Felipe, and he gasps.

“If you do, I won’t have someone to milk me anymore! Leave them alone!” he protests and trembles his body. I slap his bull belly.

“I don’t care, I won’t have your teats bleeding in my room. Stand up,” I order, and he shakes his head.

“I need to be… milked!” Felipe responds, seriously, and I just slap his ass.

“Stand the fuck up you dumb dairy bull! This is hurting your teats!” I repeat, and he shakes his head again.

“No! You don’t get to tell me what to do! You don’t care about me either, I’m keeping my issues away from you as we agreed! You don’t get to tell me what to do about my teats, Miguel!” he shoots back at me, and I shake my head, and then use both my arms to pressure against his udder, pulling the voluminous meat mass from under his body, sweaty and big as it is, hugging it and pulling as Felipe grunts and gasps in shock at the unwanted attention, as my head rubs on his belly.

“I. Will. Not. Let. You. Hurt. Yourself!” I grunt, and then release his udder pulling it from under him, and rub his teats with my careful fingers. “You are looking too bloated. Almost injured…” I say as Felipe pants.

“Please… don’t…” he begs, and I slap his ass again.

“Shut up,” I say, and then stop, and stand frozen staring at Felipe’s sad face. “I… am sorry. I will help you, all right? If you need anything, come to me. I’ll milk you, I’ll clean your udder, I’ll oil your cock, I’ll massage your belly, I’ll inspect your insides and grope your inner glans… just don’t let other people hurt you like this for nothing, okay?” I plead, and Felipe nods up and down softly, tearing up slightly.

“Please… I… I would love that very much…!” he says and I nod.

“Okay, okay… then let’s free your teats,” I say, and then play with them, but they are too fat to pull out those rings without hurting Felipe. “Just wait a second!” I finally gasp and go down to the kitchen, heating up a bunch of water. I bring a pot with hot water, and then pour it into a cup, and dip one of Felipe’s teats into the cup of warm water.

“Hmhmm, very nice and delicious…” he moans, and milk starts flowing down inside the water, but more than that, the metal of the ring starts expanding. After a few minutes the water is white with milk. I throw it into a large plant vase, and manage to pull the expanded hot ring out of that relaxed teat.

“Wow, it worked!” says a delighted Felipe, and I nod.

“It did, now three more teats!” I say and repeat the procedure methodically, now also kissing the teats as they seem hurt and one is even a bleeding slightly, so I kiss it to push away the pain.

“Thanks, Miguel… I guess I can sleep now,” says the half-human half-bull, rearranging himself on his bed, ass up, spread up legs. I slap his ass and shake my head.

“No way! I noticed how bloated your udder is… come on, let’s get you milked before you go back to bed… I want to oil your udder and teats with antiseptic too,” I say, and Felipe gaps in shock.

“You, really? Really? Miguel, don’t lie to me!” he asks in delighted shock, and as I nod positively Felipe jumps up and down waiting for me to get a milk bucket. I milk him dry, even suck from his teats, and then use my whole body to massage and oil his udder.

“I think your cock needs oiling too,” I continue, shocking Felipe before I walk with him to the shower. I jerk his member into our bathtub, and then wash his balls and cock, towel them dry and oil them up. “Do you have a sleep dildo?” I ask, and he nods shocked, telling me where it is, and I insert it inside him.

“Will we do this again?” asks the pampered-up stud bull from his bed, as I lie down to sleep. I ponder for a second—I blew two loads helping him, and loved every second of it.

“If you want to, I will… I liked it,” I confess, and Felipe smiled awkwardly while and blushing.

“I loved it too… I always knew you’d be a good vaqueiro, a hunk like you, a dairy bull with thick milk like me, I knew we’d be a good match!” he responds confidently, and I sigh.

“I guess you were right… I… I’m sorry it took me so long to come to terms with it,” I respond, turning off the lights so Felipe wouldn’t see my eyes red. I wasted so much time and delight with anger and denial.

“It is okay, some studs need time to understand their relationship with bulls, you are a city boy… we still have a lot of time moving forward, anyway,” he says, and we slowly fall asleep.

I am alone at home, and so I call my boyfriend to come visit me. He parks in the street outside and then walks to the front door where I meet him and hug him and pull him in.

“So, you want to be milked or fucked?” he asks me, walking around my massive bull half, rubbing my thick and fat udder, and then my gigantic cock and my bulgy balls. His hand works up from my balls, reaching my rear hole, and tapping on it. I grunt.

“I was milked less than an hour ago,” I inform him and he smiles.

“Nice, fucked it is, then?” he says and pushes me gently forward—he’s too small to really force me to move but I follow his direction until we get to the couch. “Turn around,” he says, and then I do. He grabs my cock and pulls it on the other side of the couch’s back, stands on the couch himself and lowers his shorts, exposing his big—for a human—39-centimeter-long cock.

“Hmhmmm, push it in, Danilo,” I say as he rubs his cock on my immense ass. It is not big for me, but it’s hot and more than enough to stretch my rear hole and smash right against my rear prostrate, which is slammed by each thrust after he penetrates me. I start moaning softly, as my boyfriend fucks my ass and he, milked by my muscular rear and fucking my insides, starts panting deep and loud.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, you are so hot, Enzo,” he pants, and slaps my sides, as I grunt contracting my muscles to really squeeze his cock inside me, leaning back with my ass to allow him to fuck me as deep as possible, as I massage my chest and abs and my udder starts getting bloated again. My cock is already drooling down the couch.

“Hmhm, hmhmmmmm, ah, ah, awwwhn!” I moan, pinching my nipples, and lowering my back on my bull part, so that Danilo can lower his head while fucking my hole to kiss me wetly, and his hands can grope and squeeze my massive chest, as my hands now hang down from my arms softly on the side of my bull body, massaging my massive udder’s volume.

“Fucking hot, how did I get such a hot boyfriend? Fuuuuck!” grunts Danilo, massaging my massive chest and pinching my nipples in between wet drooling kisses where our tongues swirl together. His fucking and slamming my rear prostrate makes my own cock really drool hard, and my teats start drooling from the excitement and my massaging of my thick udder.

“Hmhmmm, you are… hmhmhmmm, too kind, Dan!” I moan in between kisses, as I feel an orgasm approach. But then I gasp as I hear hooves outside, galloping our way. “There’s someone coming!” I gasp in high alert, and then indeed someone is unlocking our door. “Oh my god, it might be my parents!” I grunt still being fucked, as Danilo freezes, and slips his cock from my anus. It slaps his abs wetly.

“What do I do now?” he asks in shock, and I look to one side and the other, finding nowhere for him to hide.

“Quick! Put your hands inside my anus, now!” I order, and he frowns but obeys. I contract and expand all my inner bull muscles, expanding my hole and my insides, and just as the door is opened Danilo’s whole body is slurped by myself, through my anus and into my intestines where my boyfriend is tightly and comfortably kept while stretching my insides.

“Enzo? Why are you naked… and why are your teats drooling, and your cock rubbing on the couch? Were you jacking off humping our couch!” asks my surprised older bigger bull brother as he enters our home and sees me in that compromising position. I grunt and blush horribly.

“Ughhhh, yes! I was trying to jack off rubbing my cock on the couch, yessss! That is absolutely what I was doing!” I lie, and a frown crosses his handsome face.

“Why, though? You could have asked me to come sooner and you could hump me… or maybe I would fuck you if you wanted to…” he says with a note of suspicion, as he trots my way with his gigantic body. I push his massive manly torso away from me, fearing what he would try to mount me and that his immense manhood would crush Danilo inside me, if that were to happen.

“I thought you were coming back home tomorrow! Weren’t you away for the weekend?” I ask confused. My older brother is suspicious of me since I am rejecting his advances, but tries to ignore it by walking around the couch into the living room, forcing me to look back to see him walk away to the kitchen with his enormous and handsome frame.

“I said Saturday and maybe Sunday, not ‘the weekend’… besides, I messaged you saying I’d return earlier,” he responds, and then takes his jacket off to throw it on the couch, looking at my ass, and then gasping in shock.

“What happened?” I ask while almost jumping up with the surprise of his loud reaction as he looks at my ass.

“Enzo, why the fuck are there two feet hanging off your anus?! Are you… no… why is there a human inside you?” he asks seriously, now turning around to my ass. I try to walk away from his investigating eyes, but my cock is still on the other side of the couch and pulling it free takes time—not much, but long enough for big bro to grab Danilo’s feet. When I walk away, then, Danilo slides out of my ass from being held by big bro—slowly and then totally, I effectively birth my boyfriend from inside my intestines and he pants trembling, his cock slapping his abs hard as he falls sitting on the couch.

“Big bro, I can explain!” I immediately shout, and he shakes his head and shushes me, pointing at Danilo.

“Isn’t that the human captain of the basketball team? Are you two dating?” asks my older brother and I bite my lips hard. Danilo is still a bit overwhelmed after being inside me for a while, and nods confused.

“Yes! It is me, basketball captain and Enzo’s boyfriend!” he responds, and my older brother sighs.

“Enzo… dad will hate that you are dating a human…” he observes, and shakes his head, as I cross my arms and nod.

“I know! That is why I was hiding it! Will you tell him?” I ask, and my older brother shakes his head, going into the hallways to the bedrooms. I bite my lips nervously but he just brings two towels and throws one at Danilo and another at me.

“Of course not, you tell him when you want to, I’ll support you anyway,” my older brother tells me. “Now you wipe your drooling teats and jack your cock, and you, Danilo-boy, clean that drooling cock of yours. Then milk my little brother properly and continue whatever you two were doing before I arrived… I am going to bed,” my older brother announces, and walks away after sighing and smiling at me. Daniel looks back at me a bit confused.

“Was this a good or a bad reaction?” he asks me, and I smile wide.

“Good, I think! Anyway, he’s right in that we should get my udder sorted and then my penis… come on, let’s go to the milking room,” I say, and pull my boyfriend to the back of the house while my older brother goes straight to bed.

Matias messaged me that he would be working at the State Fair for good money. He even sent me pictures of what he looks like in his uniform—what a fucking hunk! His four bull legs and muscular bull body look amazing framed by the white fabric, and his massive bull udder is all exposed thanks to a special cut in his uniform, revealing even his four massive dangling teats, which are clearing full and ready for milking. Of course, teasing me like that means that I have to look for him when he’s actually working there, and I find him working in an exposition called “the making of bullmilk,” where literally hundreds of hunks are lining up to get a chance at rubbing his massive ass and legs and squeezing his teats into a can with Matias’s face drawn on it, to milk him themselves and drink some fresh warm bull milk.

“Hmhmmm, ah, ahhhhh, that’s good, enough, enough!” he moans, acting as attraction and staff at once, sending people to the next stop after a few squeezes of his magnificently bountiful teats so they can do other things with other lads.

“I’ve never seen your teats so red,” I joke, slapping Matias’s bloated udder when it’s my turn, causing him to jump up and down surprised, before laughing as he sees me. He grunts, and then rolls his eyes.

“Imagine my cock, then! That one hasn’t been touched at all, yet, only teased! Thankfully soon I’m done here and I’ve already agreed with a lad from the bull riding exposition that he’d let me breed him in our lunch hour,” complains Matias, before looking over my shoulder and sighing. “Anyway, Luan, time to milk me… I have to attend everyone in the line before lunch,” says my friend. I laugh, sitting in position.

Wanting to tease Matias, I rub his massive udder, making him grunt, and even slide my hand to grope his compressed sexual bulge, which makes him moan and spread his legs, as if asking me to hurry. Seeing as there are many people in line, I do just that, milking two of Matias’s warm teats to produce squirts of milk into my can before leaving. As another jock milks him more, I hug Matias’s torso and kiss him, groping and rubbing his abs as his milk rushes even faster than usual down from his teats, and his bulges tremble.

“What was that?” Matias asks, shocked but smiling happily. “You are behaving like a vaqueiro, now? Being all handsy to increase my yield?” he jokes, pretending to be outraged, and I laugh.

“It must be your influence, and Santiago’s… by the way where is he?” I ask, as the jock behind me in the line passes to the next station in the exposition, and another hunk starts milking moaning Mauro.

“Hmhmmm, I think… he is… in the technology exposition…. Hmhmm, ah, ah, enooooooough! Or I’ll literally ejaculate here!” complains the hot and bothered Matias, moving his eyes towards the stud who had apparently lowered his lips and suckles on Matias’s teats just now! Now they needed washing, as this drool covering the teats and the milk on the man’s lips represents a rather unhygienic encounter for the other guests.

As another staffer comes with water and soap to clean Matias’s teats, I use this opportunity to slide out of the attraction and go find Santiago.

I go across the fair to the exposition on agricultural technology. On the way there I find some bulltaurs I know who are working letting people ride on their back—which is usually rare, but common in festivals. Usually, people can’t be carried by dairy bulls, and would pay decent money for the experience, although I have done it oftentimes with my friends in several situations. It is common for bulltaurs to carry their friends for free, although when they do it unprofessionally it sometimes causes a ruckus, as friends tend to challenge one another into doing silly things.

“Look, bro, I’m riding a bull!” shouts a youthful jock with a glass of beer in his hand, as he rides a powerful bulltaur who’s also drunk and stepping a bit out of line. Another jock, who seems to be his older brother, rubs his own forehead a few meters behind worriedly while also riding his own massive half-bull half-hunk.

“Lauro! Stop kicking Julián’s side! You will hurt him!” he shouts as the younger jock laughs and hugs his drunk dairy bull friend’s torso and kisses him.

“We are fine!” responds the younger jock, as his older brother shakes his head disapprovingly. All the crowd is now staring at them and whispering with each other.

“Julián, I told you not to drink too much. If you drop Lauro I’m going to be pissed!” complains the older bull carrying Lauro’s big brother, as the younger drunk lads hug one another and stick out their tongues to their older and more boring jock brothers.

“You two can’t have fun!” the younger taur blasts, and then runs galloping away through the confused crowd, making the older brother start a thrilling pursuit.

In the middle of all that mess, I continue across the fair and eventually get to the Agricultural Exhibition where Santiago is working. It isn’t all that full, and I go through the exhibition of new machines and technologies and talk to some of the staffers who explain what it’s all about. Soon I get to the section on Dairy Bulls. There, I find Santiago climbing on a bulltaur semen-collecting machine to show three other bulls how it works.

“You mount it like this and hmmmmm, your dick slides inside the hole as if it were an anus, and then you click here and ahhhhghhhh, hmmm, oh, it starts pumping, hmmmm, harder even, hmmmm, your dick, and you can start thrusting your body back and forth, ah, ah, ah, uh, hmmmm, and there’s no need to worry about your udder, as your teats are connected to the milk pump!” he moans and drools while he demonstrated the machine. The three bulls seem impressed at the demonstration as Santiago’s eyes roll in pleasure while fucking and being milked by a machine, and I listen to the explanation while walking in from behind.

“And how long does it take to reach ejaculation?” asks one of the bulls, as Santiago drools and gaps.

“It depends… hmhmmm,” he starts, and I approach from behind him, slap his ass, and dive my hand inside his gaping hole which is always perfect and warm, making Santiago tremble, looking back at me. “Fuuuuuuuuck, Luan…. No! My prostate…. Hmhmmm, ugwaaaaaaah!” he gasps and shakes and his cock explodes inside the machine, delivering liters and liters of spunk, as his teats too squirt abundant milk, to the surprise of the audience. I smirk up at him smugly.

“It can be quite fast, you see!” I joke, and the other bulls seem not fully amused, but I nod. “Ah, I am his boyfriend, sorry if this seems weird…” I say, and Santiago gasps as his orgasm subsides, and turns his head my way, staring at me with fury. I pull my arm from his ass as he pulls himself down from the machine.

“Soon-to-be ex-boyfriend if you continue on like this!” he threatens, and then as his cock pops out of the machine, we all notice it’s dry and nice. Santiago turns to the three other bulls. “And as you can see, the machine cleans and dries up your rod after it takes you seed… it really is a great advance which can…” He eyes me again. “…replace a bratty and arrogant taurboy?” he says and I roll my eyes, smirking. The three other bulls clear their throats, compliment the machine and go to the next part of the exhibit, while Santiago turns to me gasping.

“I don’t think this junk can replace me, Santi,” I slap slapping the machine, and he squints his eyes.

“It can try… anyway, Lu, what are you doing here?! I am in the middle of my shift!” he says, and I stare at his udder, and his teats inside the pump.

“I thought you needed milking, but I guess not. I wanted to see you, anyway,” I confess, and he melts while rolling his eyes.

“I’ll need plenty of milking later, after you ride me around the fair,” he smiles, lowering his torso so our lips touch and we kiss, before other visitors come and he needs to attend them.

Jorge is walking through an old road in the colonial town of Ouro Preto, climbing the steep hillsides towards one of the numerous centuries-old churches dotting the mountainous landscape, when he turns to the side to see a tiny alleyway. The way up (of course it went up!) is so steep that the ground looks almost like a staircase, rather than a normal road. Despite this Jorge is immediately attracted by the beautiful colonial houses that surround the narrow path, as well as the flowers hanging on the walls and the long and majestic palm trees one could see in some gardens—that and a mysteriously delicious smell coming from a business up there, one with an odd sign. “Hand-made Coffee and Milk,” the sign says, with the image of a handsome dairy bull picking up coffee berries as another lovely lad milked its massive udder as its logo.

“What the hell is that?” asks the curious and handsome jock, adjusting both his bag on his back and his bulge in his tiny shorts at once, and also licking some drooling from the side of his lips, as he started salivating just from the smell of the suspicious coffee house.

Almost jumping, Jorge walks to the coffee house and, after breathing in and letting that marvelous scent of coffee, milk, and hunk inundate his lungs, he opens the door into the old colonial house.

“Welcome!” shouts two deep and delicious voices at once. One voice comes from a handsome and muscular hunk wearing an almost obscenely tight uniform who’s making coffee and attending to the customers in the balcony. The other voice is from a deliciously handsome and thick dairy bull who’s serving the coffees—he caried cakes and food on his hands, taking them to the tables; on his lower bull-like half he carried a long plate where he put the coffees that clients had ordered. His uniform is also tight on his amazing muscles, but the most impressive part is that his four immense teats are hanging loose and dripping milk—in fact, when he passes by a customer, they just tap the bulltaur’s butt and he’ll stop and wait for the customer to lower his mug down under a teat and squeeze some fresh bull milk into his drink before the waiter continues on.

“Wow,” gasps Jorge, and both coworkers and boyfriends smile. Their business somehow always attracts the right type of clients, and the right type of clients are somehow always attracted to their business.

“Welcome to Wholesome Milk,” says the human attendant, and Jorge looks at him, stepping into the world of smells and sights, and walking to the counter. “What are you having, sir?” asks the hunk.

“I… I don’t know… something that allows me to do that!” he says, pointing at the bulltaur being milked. The attendant laughs.

“All our products come without milk. Milk is on the house, and you can have as much as you like straight from the source,” informs the attendant, and then he opens a menu for Jorge. “I recommend a quintuple espresso. It is strong and mixes very well which thick and fat bulltaur milk,” he says, and Jorge nods up and down.

“I’ll… have that,” Jorge responds, and the attendant smiles.

“It will be 55 reais,” he says, and Jorge pays. Right after that, the hunk turns around and starts making coffee. In a few moments, Jorge is walking to a table with his large mug of espresso. Soon he’s visited by the dairy bull.

“Welcome to Wholesome Milk, sir. Do you want a dessert or maybe some milk for your drink?” he asks and then, as Jorge stares at his massive teats, the muscular dairy bull turns around to offer his udder. “The left rear one was the least touched today,” warns the bull. Jorge obviously chooses that one to milk—he squeezes the teat, which releases amazing full-fat and thick healthy bull milk, so fat that it shines and seems to have lumps in it. The smell coming out of the milked teat is amazingly strong and delicious, almost a masculine sort of essence.

Jorge licks his tongue, finally bringing his cup to his lips, and tastes his drink.

“Wow, this is amazing, just perfect! I never had anything better ever before in my life!” Jorge says in utter shock, and the bull blushes.

“Thanks, sir, I keep a rich and healthy diet to deliver the best possible milk for our customers,” responds the dairy bull, and Jorge nods.

“You have achieved it, I’m over the moon with this,” he says, sipping more from his drink. It makes him roll his eyes as he delights in the best bull milk in the world, before lowering the recipient and filling it up again with more milk. “Have you ever thought of making a franchise out of this place?” Jorge asks, and the bull laughs in between grunts while having a teat milked.

“No, sir, the quality we have here is not easy to reproduce. The coffee is very dependent on my boyfriend, and the milk on me. This isn’t something you can franchise, as there are genetics and discipline involved in it too. My younger brother is opening a similar business with his boyfriend in Búzios, though, even if they will add their own feel and taste to it,” explains the handsome milk-making musclebound beast, before walking away to service another customer, and I smile, drinking my coffee—what an amazing idea this is, though! Seeing, tasting, talking to, and milking the bull behind the milk one is about to drink!

While I ponder how lovely this coffee shop is, many other guys enter the building, causing a little bit of a ruckus. One of the new customers even comes with his girlfriend! Surely this place didn’t lack customers, and it discriminated against nobody with a love for wholesome and hot bullmilk.

Vasco is watching the hour on his cellphone, as Renan is reading a book while lying on his bed. On the floor, next to Renan’s bed, there are several clean, empty bottles, nicely kept inside four big buckets, ready to be carried at a moment’s notice.

“Midnight, Renan, time to go,” warns Vasco, putting a mask on his currently latex-costume-covered body, and Renan immediately smiles and closes his book, laying it on the bedside table, and putting his own lovely red mask too.

“Sure… damn, I love this,” he admits, jumping off his bed and grabbing two of the buckets filled with bottles, while Vasco opens the door and does the same.

“Just make sure to be silent and… quick. Did you memorize their positions?” asks Vasco, and Renan nods.

The two of them rush down the hallway towards the fire exit, to be able to avoid any other movement in the middle of the night, before finally getting downstairs, leaving through the window to avoid the lobby’s surveillance camera, and hiding behind the building to wait for the guard to pass in between the dorms and the stables.

“We have forty-five minutes… or we’ll have to wait a whole hour before coming back,” whispers Vasco to his handsome roommate, who grunts.

“I know, man, I know… let’s just go there and milk some studs…” complains the athlete, before standing up out of the bush and running across the field towards the stables where some of the dairy bulls like to sleep because there are all sorts of equipment for their bodies and breeding each other is easier.

“Hey… I think I hear humans coming,” whispers one of the massive muscle dairy bulls inside the barn, his massive udder bloated and his teats dripping with milk. “I knew they’d come… damn… I love being milked by lads,” he says smiling now, as his stallmate mutters in his tauric-adapted bed.

“Renan… you shouldn’t get milked outside of the proper schedule, you know the university uses the milk revenue to help finance our scholarships and other costs, that’s why we study for free,” chastises the six-limbed athlete laying down with his bull legs spread out, and his ass well exposed, as well as his massive balls, which are weighing on the mattress.

“I give away plenty of milk to the university anyway…” complains the bulltaur, grunting, “but being milked by lads is something else, it’s only natural and good… oh, yes… it’s lads! I can hear the glass of the milk bottles knocking against the metal of the bucket, we’ll be deliciously milked by sturdy lad hands!” he says excitedly, and another bull is jumping on the next-door stall.

“And sucked by their lips, I hope they suck on me!” enthuses the other horny bull with his massive udder being rubbed by his own sizeable cock.

“Shuuuuuuush, the lads are arriving, we don’t want the campus police to come!” says another massive bull, an elder amongst them, with a magnificent muscular bull half, and an overwhelmingly masculine and hairy human half, which he rubs anxiously.

“I hear them whispering,” says Vinícius, coming from the outside of the barn, as he jumps inside through a window, and then Vasco hands him the buckets. After all buckets are in, Vasco jumps inside too, to find the dairy bulls panting of excitement.

“Me, milk me!” mutters one, raising his arms. And that starts the flood of pleas.

“I have thicker milk, more milk, come on! Milk me!” says another, panting and jumping up and down, which made his cock slap his udder quite loudly.

“I am the captain of the polo team, my milk is the healthiest one!” argues a third, multiple voices being heard as the human lads smile, feeling like the most popular guys in the world for a second, as dozens of bulls argue why they should be milked.

“I’ll start with you!” says Vasco, pointing at the immense and handsome senior dairy bull near the window, who smiles and turns around so his udder would be accessible to the robber. Vasco sat down on a bench, and soon he starts milking two of the senior’s fat teats up and down, as his cock slaps his udder and drools down some warm pre.

“Hmhmmm, yes, squeeze my udder, man, take all my fucking milk, fuck the university rules!” says the senior, enjoying the human touch and making Vasco smirk, slapping the senior’s udder, as he realized his stall is filled with symbols of the anarchist movement, including the Dairy Bull Anarchist Union, which is comprised by an A written over a massive udder, with four teats dripping milk into an open mouth.

“Do you want me to suck you too?” asks Vasco, and the senior grunts and nods, allowing the thief to lower himself and suck a third teat as he kept the first two clean to milk and fill their bottles.

Meanwhile, Renan is walking around the stable, almost being assaulted by dairy bulls, looking each one in the face.

“Wheeeeere…. Ah, Vinícius, there you are!” says Renan, pushing inside one of the stalls, and Vinícius smirks widely, as his stallmate glares at him in shock. “I have come for your milk, turn around!”

“Oh, no, mister thief, my udder is full of milk for the university!” says Vinícius, as his stallmate rolls his eyes and laughs.

“You bastard, you were in on this all along?” he asks, and Vinícius crosses his arms while turning his ass and udder towards Renan, and allowing him to massage his massive udder.

“No, he’s stealing my milk, milking me without consent and robbing me from the precious liquid I’d pay the university in tribute. I am not letting him do so! Look!” Vinícius says pointing back, and Renan stands confused.

“Wait, sorry, I thought the idea was I’d come here and milk you at night, Vinícius, I’ll get someone else…” Renan starts saying all confused, before Vinícius gasps and slaps him with his ass by pushing his massive bull body backwards on his face, blushing.

“Just milk me already!” Vinícius complains alarmed, and Renan finally understands what’s going on, sits down and milks amazing amounts of bull milk from Vinícius’s productive teats, as Vinícius moans and trembles with Renan’s lovely touch, and his erection lowers itself, fattening up until rubbing on the ground.

“Hmmm, so fucking good, there’s nothing like the human touch…” he grunts, enjoying every second of it and even panting, until the milking stops. “You can take more,” Vinícius informs him. Renan shrugs.

“All the bottles are filled,” he says, and Vinícius gasps.

“Already?” he says surprised.

“It is only 20 liters,” Renan reminds him, and Vinícius gasps. So little! He had so much more milk inside his udder! Twenty liters is nothing!

“Drink some too, then,” asks Vinícius, and Renan stares at the fat udder in front of him, at the red dripping teats, at the immense drooling cock spreading cum on the pink meaty udder, and grunts.

“Sure,” he says. He kneels down, and sucks on the teats while his tongues swirl around the squishy milky fatness. More and more milk runs down Vinícius’s tongue and throat, and Renan starts panting and gasping as he’s sucked more and harder, and even bitten and nibbled.

“Yes, pull my teats… that’s how it’s supposed to be!” gasps Vinícius, as his stallmate stands up in his four legs, cock hard as ever.

“Okay, you caught my attention now,” says the smaller but amazing hunk, moving behind Vinícius’s rear.

“Hmhmmm, ahhh, what are you doingggggggg, ghhhhawaaaaagh!” moans Vinícius, as the sucking and massaging of his teats and udder is followed by his being mounted and fucked by a sturdy and well-endowed dairy bull like his mate. The fucking increases the output of milk, and soon Renan is overwhelmed—he drools more milk than he swallows, as he gets fuller and fuller, lost in sucking but incapable of consuming all its products.

“Dude, we have got to go!” suddenly warns Vasco, pulling milk-covered Renan away from Vinícius’s udder by the shirt. Renan gasps, grunting, only now seeing the bull studs fucking in front of him, as he looks around confused. “It is either now or in an hour’s time, while risking being caught when they come inspect the barn,” Vasco warns, and Renan nods.

And so the two thieves grab their buckets filled with bottled filled with milk and carry them outside and back to their bedroom, before putting their bounty on the fridge—consuming all that milk would take at least 10 days, between the two of them! As such, Renan and Vasco leave the bulls to themselves until another pair of students arrives to steal their share of the delicious life fluid that their teats squirted.

“Those four are breeding,” says the disguised freshman thief as he arrives a little past 1:15 in the morning at the barn. His senior grunts.

“That means two of those four were already milked tonight. Choose someone else,” responds his senior accomplice, as they walk between the horny and now even more bloated bulls, who beg to be milked by the nightly human milk robbers.

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Three giant guys by MegaMaker Three short vignettes taking place in three separate universes, with three very hot growing guys.  3 parts 5,926 words Added Mar 2024 8,664 views 5.0 stars (5 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Self-suck•Always Cumming•Hyper Cum•Public Orgasm•Multi-abs•Addiction•Getting Dumber•Hyper Muscle•Hyper Strength•Immobility•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Muscle Worship•Public Nudity•Man Scent•Butt Growth•Increased Libido•Gradual Change•Voice Deepening•Getting Taller•Giants•Forced Growth•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy•Destruction/Violence•Hyper Pheromones•Shapeshifting •M

Axel breaks his record by MegaMaker Axel likes to get his growth fix with hot guys he can find, but this time his catch gives him his best fix ever and Axel decides to keep him. 7,620 words Added Apr 2024 12k views 5.0 stars (11 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Always Cumming•Hyper Cum•Public Orgasm•Hyper Muscle•Pec Fucking•Hyper Strength•Immobility•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Muscle Worship•Always Shirtless•Public Nudity•Voluptuous Men•Butt Growth•Increased Libido•Gradual Change•Voice Deepening•Getting Taller•Giants•Forced Growth•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•Lycra/Spandex•Shapeshifting •M/M

Meta-mischief by BRK Detective Randy Trevino starts experiencing increasingly strange and embarrassingly sexy glitches in his morning routine, and he’s sure his precinct frenemy, the lean and handsome Detective Jake Rivers, is behind it. 3,569 words Added Apr 2024 4,248 views 4.9 stars (15 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Hyper Cum•Nipple Emissions•Public Orgasm•Multicock•Muscle Growth•Always Shirtless•Getting Handsomer•Gradual Change•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•App•Retcon•Nonconsensual change•Complete •M/M

Peoplechange by BRK Frankie’s ancestral world-changing ability, which he didn’t even know he was getting, mixes unpredictably with his friend Aaron’s new interest in hypnosis. 3,938 words Added Aug 2023 7,453 views 4.9 stars (12 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cum•Multi-abs•Muscle Growth•Increased Libido•Getting Handsomer•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•Tongue Growth•Retcon•Hypnosis •M/M

Body game: Encounter 813 by BRK Reggie isn’t sure why the team-building get-together for the web design firm he’s working for is being held at an abandoned mall; he just knows he can’t get his sexy boss out of his mind. 9 parts 49k words (#77) Added May 2016 Updated 12 Jun 2021 43k views 4.9 stars (30 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Hyper Cum•Extra digits•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multiarm•Multilimb•Multipec•Multitongue•Replication•Stacking•Muscle Growth•Stretchy•Foot Growth•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy•Hyper Tongue•Tongue Growth•Mouthcock•Incest•Brothers•Selfcest •M/M•M/M/M

An unstoppable force by SomeMuscleGuy After many years apart, two old friends find themselves reconnected and unwillingly falling for each other—fast. They don’t know it at first, but any romantic connection between the two makes them grow. 3 parts 12k words Added Aug 2024 Updated 31 Aug 2024 9,338 views 4.9 stars (9 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Self-suck•Hyper Cum•Hyper Muscle•Muscle Growth•Butt Growth•Increased Libido•Gradual Change•Getting Taller•Forced Growth•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase•Nonconsensual change •M/M