Man Milk

Jan stood alone in the lab and stared down at the machine before her. It wasn?t really a laboratory, it was only their basement, but her part-time "inventor" husband, Phil, always referred to it as his "Lab" and insisted that she did too. She sensed that he wanted to add some legitimacy and dignity to what he spent all his time on, and most of their extra cash on, down here. Phil often claimed that his tinkering helped reduce his stress from work and Jan always laughed when he said that. She couldn't imagine what stress a long-tenured professor of Psychiatric Medicine at their local university could possibly have! Lately she found herself resenting all the time and money he spent on his little projects. Even though Phil was 20 years her senior, sometimes she felt that he acted more like a little boy!

Jan and Phil had both been raised on dairy farms in the Midwest and Phil's latest project was a bi-product of his upbringing. It was a machine that was supposed to ensure maximum milk production from each cow, thus increasing efficiencies and profits for the farmer. The way he told it, his machine would revolutionize the industry by doubling milk output for the farmer with little to no increase in overhead. It was a weird looking contraption; not at all what Jan's father and older brothers used to use when she was growing up. She could still remember watching them bring the cows into the milking stalls, cleaning their udders and "prepping" them with their hands before attaching a long, shiny metal "teatcup" to each teat. Even as a young girl of 11 or 12, Jan used to enjoy watching her father and brothers work. It seemed like magic the way the milk would begin to flow and fill the large glass jars connected to the milking machines. It was so white and thick and delicious looking and Jan always knew that her mother would be serving big, cold glasses of it that night at dinner.

As Jan got a little older and began to enter puberty, she started to think more about the milking process. She still liked to watch, but she began to think about things from the cow's perspective. She wondered what it might be like for them. Was it scary? Did it hurt? Did they like it? Maybe it felt good. Jan didn't know, but she wondered a lot about it. And, the older she got, the more frequently she thought about the cows and their lot in life. It had had almost become an obsession for her and, because she was so fascinated by the process, she hardly went a day without getting up early to watch her father and brothers milk the cows.

One day, Jan was walking past the dairy barn and heard the whirr of the machinery inside. At first she didn't think anything of it, but then she realized that it was well-past noon and the cows had all been milked hours ago. Jan decided to see what was going on so she went inside. She wasn't trying to be sneaky, but the door was slightly ajar and she just slipped inside. Her 17 year old brother, Jake, didn't hear her enter. He was standing by the newest of the milking machines holding one of the metal tubes in his hand. Jan was about to call out and ask him what he was doing when Jake suddenly unhooked the strap on his overalls and let them fall to the ground around his ankles. She could see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Jan had spent her entire life on the farm, and she'd seen plenty of animals engaged in "The Act", but she had only just turned 14 and so this was her first look at a human penis and it was very big! Jan quickly ducked behind some hay bales to watch and see what her brother was up to. As she secretly watched, Jake carefully slipped the open end of the milking tube over his "wiener" until the suction took hold and quickly pulled it tight against his abdomen. Immediately his face contorted, his eyes closed, and he dropped to his knees. Jan watched mesmerized as her brother started to moan and move his hips in a back and forth motion that reminded her of when the family dogs got to feeling "romantic". After about a minute or so, Jake's movements became more rapid and pronounced. His moaning also became louder and more animated as he called out, "Oh yeah, that's it! Suck it baby! Suck it!". Jan was confused, but she continued to watch her oldest brother. She was spellbound and, while she was too young to understand all of what was happening, she understood enough to know why she too was starting to feel a little funny "down there". Not funny "ha ha", but funny weird, in a good way; a really good way that Jan had never felt before! It wasn't much longer until Jake arched his back and began to jerk spasmodically. Jan noticed that milk, or whatever it was, began to shoot into the big glass jar just like when the machine was connected to the cows. Her brother seemed to be really, really happy at that moment and the stream into the "milk pail" just kept coming. Jan was transfixed. She had never witnessed anything like this before, but finally the flow subsided and her brother fell to his side, panting and out of breath. Jan's hands pressed up and down against her lap. She was unaware of their movements as she remained totally focused on Jake and what had just taken place. Suddenly, Jan heard the sound of a pick-up truck outside the barn! Jake evidently heard it too because he jumped to his feet, pulled up his overalls, and began to wipe off the teatcup; removing all traces of his being there. As the truck engine died, Jan watched her big brother run out of the dairy barn. She sat motionless and waited for whom she assumed was her father, to come inside and find what Jake had forgotten, the glass jar of his "Milk". But Daddy never came into the barn, and after a safe long while, Jan's curiosity got the better of her and she approached the milking machine. She could see that there was about a quarter-inch or so of whatever had come out of her brother's penis. Jan examined the jar for a while before reaching up and unscrewing it from the machine. It felt warm. Just like a pail of freshly gotten milk, only thicker. And before she knew what she was doing, Jan dipped the tip of her finger into the liquid so she could examine it closer. It was warm and white, just like the cow milk, but it was much thicker. Tentatively, Jan stuck out her tongue and brought her finger to its tip. Jake's "Milk" didn?t taste all that bad! It was a tad salty, but somehow it was also very sweet at the same time. "Weird!", she thought. Almost automatically, Jan dipped her finger in deeper for a larger sample and again brought it to her lips. It was different than anything she had ever tasted, that was for sure! Jake's Milk was velvety smooth and, on her second taste, Jan decided that it was, in fact, very delicious! After that discovery, her fingers moved rapidly from jar to mouth until all of it was gone! Jan was left unsatisfied and disappointed. She wanted more, but there was no more to be had! Frustrated and still "hungry", Jan embarked on a series of events that would take her from a totally na‹ve 14 year old, through her adolescence, into the blooming of her womanhood. While this scenario would never be exactly repeated, something new had been awakened within her and that awakening would be the inspiration for everything she did from that day forward. She had tasted the "Forbidden Fruit" (or the Forbidden Milk more appropriately), and she loved it and wanted more! Much, much more! And, even as early as the afternoon of that very first taste, Jan knew where she could get it. She was lucky; there were four healthy males in the home, three of whom were struggling with puberty just like her. There was of course Jake, the oldest, and then there were the twins, Justin and Jeremy, who were only 18 months older than her. The fourth male was older, more "experienced" and had a bit of an issue with alcohol. Yes, Jan was sure that her situation would be very manageable and that she'd always have a constant supply of "Man Milk"!

As Jan's thoughts returned from memories of her adolescence to the present, she re-focused her attention on her husband's device and tried to figure out what made it so different from every other milking machine. There was a "claw", which is the series of rubber-lined metal tubes that attaches to the cow's teats (more commonly referred to as "teatcups"). It looked pretty normal except there were only two instead of the customary four. Jan noticed that there were several other tubes and wires coming out of the box and decided that her husband just wasn't finished with it yet. There were a lot more dials and knobs than she'd seen on other "milkers" too. And, curiously, there was also a set of large headphones plugged into the front of the control panel. They looked like the type airplane pilots would wear and she made a mental note to ask Phil about them since they didn't make any sense to her and she couldn't imagine what on Earth they were for! The last major difference was that the milk output container appeared to be directed into a glass jar within a refrigerated compartment. "Now that makes sense!", she thought to herself. Keeping the milk cool from the beginning would help minimize bacteria growth and make the pasteurization process a lot shorter. All in all though, except for a few improvements and some unexplainable additions, Jan was pretty sure that no one would be beating down their door to buy the darned thing. "More good money down the drain! What a pathetic loser!", she said to herself out loud. As she turned to head back upstairs, that old, bothersome, question from her teenage years came back to mind. What does it feel like to the cows? Jan looked at the machine again. Everything appeared to be turned off. There were no lights on and it was perfectly quiet. "Oh what the heck!", she said as she pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and lowered her top down around her waist. It was still early and Jan had yet to get dressed for the day, so she was already bra-less. A tiny tingle of anticipation grew within her as she picked up the teatcups and brought them towards her chest. Her plan was to just slide them over her nipples and hold them there for a moment to see what it felt like to the cows. But, as soon as the edges of the cylinders touched her flesh, the milking machine sprang to life and the suction locked them tightly into place. "Oh great", she thought. "He must have added and auto-on feature as one of his 'improvements'. All I need to do is find the off switch and I'll be fine." Try as she might though, Jan couldn't find an "OFF" switch and all the time she looked for one, the milker did its job of trying to extract milk from her "teats". Jan could feel the rubber liner, known as the "pulsator" inflating and deflating inside the tube, manipulating her nipples while the vacuum tugged at them, stretching them out, increasing the circulation and making them swell full with blood. The larger her nipples got, the better the pulsator was able to massage them and, Jan discovered, the better it felt! "No wonder the cows never complained!", she laughed. Although she continued to look for a way to turn off the device, her efforts became less and less urgent as she enjoyed the feelings welling-up inside her breasts that had already begun to flow throughout the rest of her body. As the sensations grew and spread, Jan realized that it felt so good to her that she might just even have an orgasm! "No rush", she thought. "I can just unplug the darn thing when I'm done." And with that realization, Jan lay down on the cold basement floor, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her husband's wonderful invention! It had been a long time, a very, very long time, since she and Phil had enjoyed "relations" and Jan was more than ready for a thrill! The first orgasm came quickly and she understood what her brother had found so irresistible about the milkers back on the farm. While she had originally meant to unplug the machine, a second orgasm overtook her almost before the first had completely subsided. From then on they came in overlapping waves, like the ocean surf hitting the beach, and Jan abandoned any thoughts of making them stop!

When Phil arrived home that evening, he couldn't find his wife. Normally, she would be in the kitchen making dinner for them, but there were no visible signs that a meal was in progress. He checked upstairs and didn't find her. Jan's car was in the garage. She had to be over visiting a neighbor, unless... Phil went to the hallway and found the door to his lab was open. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he found Jan lying on her back twitching and moaning, apparently semi-conscious. The milking tubes were attached to her breasts and the machine was on and appeared to be working perfectly! Phil noted that a little more than a cup of milk had flowed into the glass production receptacle. Not bad since she hadn't been on a supplemental hormone program or recently given birth. They had, in fact, remained childless mostly because his wife didn't want to give up her "girlish figure". Phil watched for a minute or two and then opened a cabinet. He took out a CD labeled "Step 1: Milk Cow Orientation" and inserted it into the slot in the milking machine. That done, he picked up the over-sized headphones and placed them over Jan's ears and pressed a button labeled, "EXECUTE PROGRAM". Jan continued to twitch and moan and the white droplets of milk continued to flow steadily into the glass jar. Smiling, Phil kissed his wife on the forehead, went back upstairs, fixed himself an extremely strong cocktail and something to eat, and turned in for the night.

About 3:00 am, the milker sensed that the container was full and automatically shut down. The vacuum dissipated, the teatcups fell away revealing Jan's grossly enlarged nipples. The CD also stopped playing and Jan began to regain consciousness. At first she didn't know where she was and it took her a few moments to get her bearings. Even though she was technically awake, Jan was still very much in a daze. She was able to get to her feet and head upstairs to bed, but she didn't feel like she was entirely herself. As she entered the bedroom, she saw Phil asleep in bed and went over to join him. Her top was still pulled down around her waist. Droplets of milk continued to occasionally form at the tips of her nipples and roll down her exposed breasts and taught belly. The crotch of her shorts was soaked right through, but she didn't bother to change clothes. Instead, Jan raised the covers and crawled underneath them headfirst until her face was firmly planted in her husband's crotch. The only thought running through her mind was that she needed "The Milk". She was hungry and only "The Milk" could satisfy her need. She craved it just like she had after that very first time she tasted her brother Jake's "Milk" almost fifteen years before. And then there were all of the subsequent encounters growing up. She had never been able to get quite enough of it even though her brothers were always more than happy to oblige her. It was the perfect situation. Jan needed "The Milk" and they had plenty of it for her whenever she wanted it! If she had to suck some cock to get it, well, all the better for everyone! Then, when her brothers had gotten older and gone away to college, Jan was left without a reliable supply for a time and so she learned to control her hunger and wait for the right opportunities. A year later, when she too left for college, there just wasn't a lot of privacy and she didn't want to get a "reputation", so she had to learn to suppress her desires even more. By the time she met Phil in her Senior year (her then Psychology professor) she had pretty much gotten over her impulses, until now anyway!

Phil lay back in the bed and smiled as Jan's warm, wet lips closed around his stiffening cock. His invention was indeed working perfectly! His wife had found it and tried it, just like he had known she would. He made a mental note to call Jake the next day and thank him for selling out his sister and her "secret" and sharing the information about her insatiable adolescent passion for cum and sucking big, hard cocks! Of course Jake wouldn't remember telling Phil anything. You see, Phil had hypnotized Jake, "just for fun", during last year's family Christmas party. Then, about six months ago, when Jan had really started to belittle his invention efforts on a regular basis, in front of all their friends and family no less!, Phil decided that he'd had enough and re-induced Jake one day while they were out on the lake fishing. All he had been looking for was something from his wife's childhood that he could use to similarly embarrass her, but instead he had hit the "mother load" with this incestuous revelation! Having grown up on a farm himself, Phil was very familiar with all the "Farmer's Daughter" jokes, but had never really known of a real-life case until now! Armed with this incredible information, Phil immediately thought of a plan that would put both his knowledge of dairy farming and psychiatric medicine to work. Hence, the birth of the "Milk Made" machine. Its design was very simple really. There were sensors built into the teatcups that transmitted electrical impulses through the subject's skin, into the nerve endings, and straight to the pleasure centers deep within the brain. Once connected it was very difficult for an average person, male or female, to resist. Phil had actually done a similar project when he was working on his Doctoral Thesis, but that was years ago, and only involved mice, so it was nowhere near as interesting. In his experiments, Phil inserted a thin wire into the Limbic System portion of the mice's brains. Then a button was positioned in their cages and when the mice stepped on the button, a tiny bit of electricity was discharged thus stimulating their pleasure centers. It wasn't much, but it was enough, and the interesting thing was that the mice soon became somewhat addicted to the button! After only a few days they tended to stop sleeping and eating and only wanted to press the button. It was a valuable learning experience, but in every case it ended badly for the mice as 100% of them ended up either dying of starvation or cardiac arrest. Phil had been careful to add a control so that wouldn't happen to Jan by creating several dozen CDs that would induce a trance-like state and make the subject open to post-hypnotic suggestions. Each CD had a different message and purpose, but they all shared three common elements which were the need to sleep at least four hours a day, to crave a liquid diet of cum as the primary source of nourishment (but to supplement it with foods from the four major food groups - not more than 1,000 calories a day!), and, lastly but most importantly, an inability to resist the temptation of the Milk Made machine! As Phil felt his balls beginning to tighten in advance of his wife's "feeding", he smiled broadly and said to her, "Yes, drink up my little "Cum Cow"! Tomorrow is a big day for you!" As if on cue, Phil began to deposit his load deep into the back of Jan's mouth and she accepted every bit of it hungrily as she lapped and sucked like there was no tomorrow! She was still gently trying to draw more semen from her husband's now flaccid cock as he began to feel himself drifting back to sleep. Just before he dozed off, Phil's final thought of the day was about the modifications he would need to make to the device before he headed off to work in the morning.

To Be Continued?