Wow, this milk my girlfriend sent me is really good. She left a whole case of it on the porch with that cute little note saying she’d tried a sip first and figured I’d go crazy for it. I wonder how they get it to taste this rich and sweet. No sooner had I muttered the words than I began to feel a deep, pleasurable itch pulsing through my cock and balls. Instinctively I reached down and started groping at my groin, sighing in relief as the tingling heat spread like wildfire.
I kept drinking straight from the first jug she’d packed, tilting it back greedily. Before I knew it, that first gallon was almost empty. My mind was already foggy with need, but I told myself I’d just finish what she sent and be done. I chugged the last of it and was hit with another wave of that maddening itch, stronger this time. I squeezed my cock harder, stroking along the thickening length. Did they feel… heavier already? Longer? “I can’t stop drinking this stuff,” I groaned out loud.
I’d been pretty average down there before, but now my cock was swelling into a fat, veiny monster and my balls were hanging heavier, already churning and twitching. I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I jerked my growing shaft in long, desperate strokes, moaning as thick ropes of cum started spurting out in heavy, messy bursts that splattered across the kitchen tiles. “More…” I panted, voice cracking. “I’ve got to get mooooore…”
My cock and balls had gotten so big they were straining against my sweatpants, the fabric already soaked with pre-cum that just kept leaking out in sticky globs. I cracked open the next jug from the case my girlfriend had sent—there were three more after the first—and started drinking again, even faster this time. The itch exploded into pure heat. I groaned around the jug as my shaft surged longer and thicker in my grip, veins popping out like ropes while my balls ballooned heavier between my thighs, sloshing audibly with every throb. Another insane orgasm ripped through me, cum gushing out in powerful, endless jets that puddled on the floor and ran down my legs. I was so horny I could barely think, but the thirst was even worse. I needed more milk. Right now.
I kept going, jug after jug, each one making me drink faster and stroke harder. By the third gallon my cock was a massive, throbbing pillar that slapped heavily against my stomach when I let go, easily twice as long and thick as before, the head flaring huge and angry red. My balls had grown into two swollen, cum-packed orbs the size of grapefruits, swinging low and tight, constantly leaking and spurting on their own. I was cumming almost non-stop now, thick white floods splattering everywhere while I gulped down the last jug, eyes half-rolled back in bliss. Every swallow made my dick lurch and stretch even more, my balls tightening and refilling instantly so the next orgasm hit even harder.
Finally the last drop slid down my throat and the case was empty. I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, panting, my gargantuan cock and balls now so huge they hung past my knees, still twitching and pumping out thick strands of cum that wouldn’t stop. The insane horniness and thirst hit me like a truck. “Need… more milk…” I muttered, voice hoarse. I couldn’t stay here like this. My girlfriend had mentioned the brand on the label—some place called Milk Flaker Farms. I had to go straight to the source.
I barely managed to shove my monstrous, still-leaking equipment into the biggest pair of shorts I owned (they instantly soaked through and bulged obscenely). I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, cock throbbing with every step, balls slapping heavily against my thighs as fresh spurts of cum dripped down my legs. The drive to the farm was a blur of desperate horniness, my hand unconsciously stroking the thick bulge the whole way. I needed more. I had to have more.
I arrived at what looked like a big dairy operation out in the countryside, but something was off—no cows in sight, just this massive barn that towered over everything else. I parked and started walking toward it, my heavy cock and balls swinging and leaking with every step.
“Surveillance camera A just caught movement. Looks like another fresh one.”
“Perfect. Get the bull stall ready.”
Before I could reach the big doors, an office lady in crisp work clothes appeared from the side office and waved. “Hello there! Looking for something special?”
My mind was so clouded with need I could barely form words. “Yeah… my girlfriend sent me your milk. I drank it all. I need more. A lot more.”
She just smiled politely, bowed her head, and gestured toward the barn. “Right this way, sir. We’ve got exactly what you’re craving.”
The second I stepped inside, the warm, sweet smell of fresh milk hit me like a drug. My eyes widened at the sight of huge industrial tanks lining the walls and row after row of stalls filled with women—each one with breasts even bigger than what the milk had done to me—hooked up to humming milking machines. “Welcome to Milk Flaker Farms,” the office lady said smoothly. “We’ve perfected the process.”
She led me to an empty stall at the end, bigger than the others, fitted with a heavy-duty apparatus clearly built for something a lot more… masculine. “This one’s yours.”
“Milk…” I breathed, already shaking with thirst and lust. “I need it now…”
She spoke quietly into her shoulder mic. “New bull specimen ready. Send the setup team.”
A guy in a lab coat stepped up, prodding gently at my swollen cock. A massive jet of cum shot out instantly, splattering the stall floor. “Whoa… already way past baseline. Starting bull station setup.” He grabbed a fresh jug of the milk from a nearby cart and handed it over. “Drink up. You’re gonna need it.”
I didn’t hesitate. I chugged it down while he worked, my cock and balls surging even bigger with every gulp. He pulled my shorts off and locked a wide, industrial suction sleeve around my massive shaft, another set of tubes sealing over my heavy balls. “You’re going to feel a strong pull,” he warned. “Just relax and enjoy.”
The machine hummed to life. Powerful suction gripped my throbbing length and balls, milking me in deep, rhythmic waves. My eyes rolled back and I let out a long, broken moan as pleasure exploded through me. “Ooooohhh fuuuuck…”
The office lady watched with a little envious smile. “They always look so happy once they’re hooked up.”
“M-Mooooore!” I gasped, hips bucking into the machine as it drew out thick, endless streams of cum straight into the collection pipes. “I-I need mooooore milk!”
The lab tech glanced at her. “We’re already gonna need the heavy-duty upgrade on this one.” She nodded. “Get the crew in here. Looks like we just got ourselves a brand-new prize bull.”
