“You’re not uncomfortable. Are you?” the holstaur, Avaline, said.

“Um, no. Only…”

“Yes?” she asked.

Evan looked into the warm eyes of the curvy blonde, her stubby cow horns curling from her bouncy brown hair, and found he couldn’t quite muster an argument.

And… and it had been in the job description. Peachbottom’s holstaurs were the best in the business, and their milk prized all over the country. And as everyone knew, a happy cow makes the best milk.

So it only made sense to hire people to attend to the holstaurs. The milkboys as they were called.

Evan didn’t much like the name. He was out of high school. An undergrad at the nearby college. He was a man in body and in mind, and being called boy rankled him. Especially when it was by such a mature beauty as Avaline. Especially since she considered clothes more of a ‘suggestion’ than an actual requirement.

Still, the pay was good, and both the job and hours weren’t too demanding. He had time to work and to keep up on his studies. Among… other things.

So really, he couldn’t complain. Not even when Avaline asked him to come into her room. Not even seeing her utterly naked, her plump breasts nearly as big as his head, her body perfumed with a scent of rich, earthy cream. Not even when she turned around, and asked him to sit in her lap.

Avaline smiled, wrapping her arms around him, tugging him closer against her, the back of his head and shoulders pressing into those glorious pale tits. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to make my milkboy uncomfortable. I want him to be happy, after all.”

Evan blushed, squirming uneasily. And he wasn’t uncomfortable. Not at all. He was just… very aware of her. Of how she smelled. At how soft she was. At how big and comfortable and warm her breasts were. How full they were…

Were…

“Um… Avaline?”

“Yes?”

“Did you… um… did you get yourself milked earlier?”

There was a long pause. Evan felt a lump forming in his throat. Oh no. No. He’d been warned when he’d been hired. Don’t come near the holstaurs unless they’ve already been milked. An unmilked holstaur is always a risk. She’s liable to think more with her tits than her head. Liable to want to find herself another way of relieving the pressure. Holstaurs hated milking themselves. They always tried to find a boy or a milker to do it for them.

Evan felt a dampness against his shoulders.

“Avaline…”

“I’m sorry, Evan. I just… I don’t like those milkers. So impersonal. So cold.”

“Um, I guess. I wouldn’t know. But um…”

“Oh Evan,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a naughty cow. But I was just feeling so pent up. Then I heard you walking by, and I thought, if I could hold my darling milkboy for a little bit, I’d be able to go and use the milker. I’d be able to take it.”

“Avaline… I’m not sure about this. I mean…”

“Won’t you stay for a little bit? Let me hold you? For me?”

Evan bit his lip, trying to ignore the way her plush tits pressed against him. Her soft words tickled his senses. Her presence wrapped around him as surely as her arms. Her hands stroking him. Soothing him.

Maybe… maybe just for a few minutes. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe that would… would be okay…

“A-alright. But only for five minutes. After that…”

“Of course,” she crooned, nuzzling him, his hair tingling from her warm breath. “Only for a little while…”

Evan sighed and tried to resolve himself to her touch. “Isn’t that nice?” she murmured. “Isn’t that so relaxing…”

“Yeah,” Evan admitted, realized what he’d said and hastily clamped shut his mouth.

Avaline hummed softly. “Mmm. Good boy.”

“Not a boy…” Evan said, though the admission came out almost petulantly.

“Of course not. My mistake. My man. My big, strong man. So handsome. So brave. So strong willed. He’d never fall for a pretty cow. Never be enthralled by her big. Milky. Breasts. No. He’d be so strong willed, he’d be able to drink his fill and keep his self-control. Such a strong man could…”

Her words tingled in Evan. Yes. Yes, a strong man would be able to… to do that. He felt more comfortable at that. Smiling a little in pride.

“And you’re such a strong man, Evan. You’re not a weak boy. A silly milk boy who’s too afraid of a holstaur. Who’s afraid to milk her big breasts. I know you’re stronger than that. I bet you could. I bet you could drink my warm milk and not fall for me. Not be enslaved by my breasts…”

Evan gasped as he felt her hand in his lap. Yet strangely, he didn’t feel the need to move it. Of course not. Why would he? As she rubbed the bulge of his cock, that was fine. She liked big strong men. And he was a man. Not a boy. Not her silly milk slave.

“Oh Evan,” she murmured. “Do you want to try?”

“T-try?” he breathed as her fingers kept rubbing his bulge.

“Yes. Try milking me? Milking your big cow?”

“Oh,” Evan said, gasping as her thumb rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock through his pants, his body warm, his head foggy with lust and warmth and sensitive pleasure. “Um. Oh. I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Such a big strong man doesn’t need to fear a big titted cow. Does he?” Avaline purred.

“N-no. Of course n-not…”

“Then is there a problem?”

Was there? Evan felt like there should be. But at the same time, he was thinking of those breasts. The ones pressed against his back. So big. So plump. So milky and needy and the hand on his cock stroking and teasing. His breath coming in and out. In and out. Hot. Heavy. Eager. Soft.

“Just a little,” Avaline murmured. “Just to… take off the pressure…”

He could… he could do that. Just a little bit. He could resist. “I… okay…”

He felt her smile as she kissed the top of his head. Her hands left his cock and Evan slowly turned around, straddling the holstaur’s legs, and looking straight on into her breasts.

Oh fuck. They were so big. He’d seen them daily, of course. But right now, right in front of him, they seemed so much larger. So plumper. So heavier and milkier. He swallowed as he saw beads of milk dribble from her plump nipples.

“Mmm,” Avaline moaned, hefting the orbs of her breasts. “Oh my handsome, strong man, I’m so… so pent up. Please. I need you. Please…”

Evan was entranced. Enthralled. His hands moved as if on their own accord, hefting those plump orbs, his hands sinking into her titflesh. Avaline moaned softly, her long lashes fluttering, her breath hitching with purest pleasure.

“Oh…Oh Evan. Please. My big, strong bull. Don’t… ah… don’t tease me… Please…”

Evan pressed her breasts together, fairly feeling how heavy and pent up they were. His mouth was so dry. He was so thirsty. That he hadn’t been minutes ago no longer mattered. He needed it. He needed… needed…

He was leaning forward. Her breasts filled his vision. He forced himself to stop, hesitating at the last moment, on the edge of a precipice he sensed more than saw. Staring at those plump nipples. What… what was he…

Gentle hands touched his head. Eased him forward. Pressed him to Avaline’s milky tits. His mouth opened on instinct. Took a budding nipple between his lips.

And sucked.

“Ooooooh,” Avaline moaned, shuddering in purest pleasure as he began to drink. Began to suckle. “Goooood boy,” she moaned.

“Mmm,” Evan murmured.

“Oops,” she giggled. “Of course. You’re not my silly bimbo boy. You’re my big strong bull. You’d never fall under my thrall. You’d never be enslaved to my big tits. My sweet milk. My handsome bull is far too strong for that. Far too clever.”

Evan relaxed again. That’s right. He was a bull. A clever bull. A smart bull. A bull wouldn’t be enthralled to a hosltaur’s milk. He smiled dreamily as he guzzled her cream, moaning softly as warm languor spread through him like perfect pleasure.

“Mmm. That’s it. Such a good bull. And what do bulls do with their pretty cows? That’s right. They fuck them. They just rut and moan and pant as they fuck their pretty cows. Because bulls only think with their big cocks. Don’t they?”

Did they? Evan wasn’t sure, but his cow said they did, so it must be true. Especially when he felt her hands on his pants again. Teasing them open. Her fingers wrapping around his cock, making him moan hotly as she began to stroke him, thumb teasing along the underside, fingers moving up and down. Up and down.

“Mmm. What a big bull I have here. Such a big cock. Such an eager cock. Does my bull want to fuck his cow? Of course he does. His cock is so eager for me. And bulls think with their cocks. Their silly cocks. They just can’t help it. A pretty cow comes by, shaking her big breasts, letting him milk her, and he just can’t help but want to fuck her. Want to cum all his silly bull brains out inside of her. Isn’t that right?”

It must be right. It was so right. Everything was so right. Evan moaned, nodding dimly, panting hotly.

“Good bull,” Avaline moaned, easing him out of the chair, onto the floor, never taking his lips from her big breast. Letting him milk her like a good bull boy. He was panting beneath her, moaning, whimpering, not because he was hers. Not because he’d been enslaved by her tits. But because he was a bull. And bulls whimpered and moaned in just the cutest ways as their cows straddled their waist, lowered herself, and filled her with his cock.

“Ooooh,” Avaline moaned as her depths swallowed his manhood. “Yessss! Oh my big bull. That’s it… ah… that’s a gooood bull. Mnnnn. Fuck me. Fuck me deep! Oh fuck. Fuck! Oh yes. Goddess yes! Fuck me, stud. Fuck me with your big bimbo cock. My big bull boy. My handsome bull. My pretty boy. My boy. Oh yes. Yes! Fuck me! Fill me!”

Evan could barely hear her. Barely understand. And yet her every word seeped into his addled mind. Filled his thoughts with love. With pleasure as her depths squeezed and massaged his cock. As her big hips swallowed him with every bounce.

Bounce.

Bounce.

As her breasts filled his vision. Her milk his mouth.

Milking her.

Moaning.

Moaning like a good bull.

A handsome bull.

A silly bimbo bull.

“Yes. Yes! Cum in me. Cum your brains out! Cum your bimbo brains out my bull. Yes! Yes! Ahhhhh!”

Avaline cried out, shuddering in purest pleasure, her pussy squeezing, massaging, coaxing his cock as she came.

“Mmmmm!” Evan moaned into her breasts, beyond resistance. Beyond control. He shuddered as his orgasm whipped through him, pumping his cum into her. Pumping his thoughts. His will. His mind. His silly useless mind. Filling it with her. With love. With being a good, brainless bimbo bull for his milky cow.

Avaline moaned softly, settling atop him. She smiled down at him, and Evan gazed up at her, his eyes hot with love. With adoration for this glorious creature. The most perfect woman. The most wonderful cow. She giggled, gathering him up against her.

“Mmm. How does my bimbo boy feel?” she asked sweetly.

“So… ah… so good,” Evan moaned. “Good boy. I… I’m a good bull. Good... Good bull…”

Avaline giggled. “Such a good boy,” she crooned, her hips beginning to move again, riding his cock anew, making him mewl and moan. “And a good bimbo boy, oops! I mean bull,” she giggled. “A good bimbo bull just loves his cow so much, doesn’t he? Why, he’d never want to leave, would he? He’d want to stay with her. A good bull. A handsome milker making sure his lovely cow is all spent. That he’s gotten his full of her milk. Wouldn’t he?”

“Oooooh,” Evan moaned as her pussy squeezed and milked his cock. “Yessss… Be a good bull. Goooood bull…”

“That’s my bull,” she giggled. “And of course, my bull will get his fill. We can’t have him being able to think naughty thoughts like leaving me. Can we?”

“No,” Evan moaned as she lifted him to her other breast. “No,” his lips murmured as they latched on to that other nipple, and found another bounty of rich cream from his cow.

Avaline giggled, gasped, moaned as her bimbo’s soft lips milked her. As he nuzzled her breasts. So soft. So sweet.

Such a perfect bimbo bull…