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On a highland in the middle of the countryside, not so far from a big city, was a lonely red manor, surrounded by dozens of acres of an orchard with a great variety of fruits.

The place was know as just one more farm in a place where they were abundant. But the manor itself housed something much more interesting.

Two bulls were talking on the entrance. A brown one with short dark hair and some freckles, named Cole, had just opened the doors to receive Barry, a chubby pink bull with darker spots, light green hair, glasses and a full beard, that just came back from the city.

Cole: So how was business?

Barry: Great as always, I must say. They will need a fresh batch for this weekend.

Cole: Nice. So let's start working.

They both got inside the manor and were greeted by a large living room, with some sofas spread around a television that was turned off at the moment. They were all empty, except for a huge red armchair.

Sitting there was Lacteon, a large white bull with almost triple the size of the two. He had pale blond hair, a full beard and some spots of the same color.

He also had some earbuds on, and was probably lost in some tunes, since his eyes were closed. But he soon sniffed the air, noticing the new presence in the room, and opened his milky grey eyes as he took off the earbuds. More on reflex than anything, since they couldn't see a thing.

Lacteon: Oh, you're back early.

Barry: What can I say, sir? They love our products.

Lacteon: Heh. Guess putting our hearts and souls into it really pays off.

Cole: Literally. The gains are on an all-time high.

Lacteon: Then let's keep the flow going.

He got up and the other two grabbed his hands, to guide him to the end of the room. Then Cole pressed something behind a bookshelf, and what seemed to be an empty wall between the stairs to the upper floor opened into a huge elevator.

They all got into it and the doors closed, as Barry pressed another button and the elevator started slowly it's way down. To whatever lied beneath the manor.

On the next moment, the doors opened to reveal a large place, with white walls and floor like one of those fancy labs.

The faint sound of machinery could be heard from somewhere nearby. And so did the voices and moans of the many bovines that worked there.

There was a counter in the far corner of the room, where a mint green bull with brown hair and spots was waiting for them. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he had the face of someone who just let out a big load and took a nice relaxing bath.

Barry: Oh hey Matthew. How was your shift today?

Matthew: Pretty amazing as always. Ten gallons just from the last session.

Cole: That's great to hear. We just signed up a huge deal with the city's biggest ice cream brand.

Matthew: That's great. So you guys will start your shift early today?

Lacteon: Yep. The three of us.

The mint bull then pressed a few buttons on the computer's keyboard, and checked something in the screen.

Matthew: Alright. The King's Room is clean and ready to use.

Lacteon: Wonderful.

Cole: Then let's get going.

Barry and Cole then guided Lacteon trough a large hallway with dozens of different doors, where the noises and voices just grew louder, with some laughs and excited muffled comments making them all smile, as the large bull took in the scent of everything and everyone there. Doors were no boundaries for his great nose.

They were also guiding him out of sheer formality, since he knew that place pretty well. Even slowing down when they approached a huge pair of doors at the end of the hallway, while the others opened it.

Lacteon: You know? It's pretty lucky that I have you fellas to count on.

He said that as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Barry: You gave us purpose when we didn't have any.

Cole: It's the least we can do.

They did the same as they finally got in the room. It was a rather spacious retangular place, with transparent hoses hanging loosely from the machines between comfy seats near the walls. Each one having six in total, ending on short metal tubes, and separated into a pair of two and a group of four.

In fact, at the far side of the room, there was an even bigger machine, with wider hoses and larger tubes, near a seat large enough to fit someone like Lacteon.

So the three bovines took of their shirts, left them hanging near the door, and the two smaller ones guided Lacteon to the large seat, where he got comfy. Caressing his own full pecs in anticipation of what's to come.

Lacteon: Well... You know the drill. But do you guys mind having a snack first?

Cole: Of course not, sir.

Barry: It would be an honor.

They both climbed into his lap, and Cole carefully unziped the big bull's pants, revealing a rather large bulge as they both positioned their faces near Lacteon's nipples, who was now holding them gently, as they started sucking.

Lacteon: Oh... It never gets old.

It was now clear that milk was starting to leak. Even as the two tried their best to drink it all, a few droplets still escaped their mouths. Barry was so thilled by the sweet flavor that he didn't think twice before using his hooved foot to lower Lacteon's briefs, reveling a throbbing cock in the verge of an erection, and a huge pair of balls, that were also growing somehow.

Not only that, but four little spots showed up as well, that soon swelled into little nubs and then stretched into what looked like teats, making the balls clearly also become an udder, with a large penis still at the top of it.

Lacteon let out a huge sigh of relief, as he now had fully lowered his own pants, and then grabbed the other two again, who already seemed a bit bloated from the sheer amount of milk they just drank.

Lacteon: Alright. That's enough, boys.

Cole: Good. I don't think I'd be able to take much more.

Barry: Heh. More for me next time.

They then got some paper towels, and wiped not only the excess milk from their mouths, but also their saliva from Lacteon's nipples, and plugged the machine's hoses on them and the four teats bellow, as they too got into position. Taking off their pants and briefs since their udder-balls would be growing loosely pretty soon as well.

They just needed to get in place, and start the machines. Wich they did without hesitation.

Lacteon's milk came out instantly. The white liquid was already leaking from his nipples since he called the others for a snack. His udder also seemed to be pretty full and productive.

But it was honestly surprising how fast the milk came out of the other bull's nipples too, and each with a matching color to their source. Barry's milk was in a little reddish-pink shade, matching the juices of many red berries. But he was more concerned with feeling the growth of his own udder, since the milk filling it and the teats sprouting was such a pleasurable experience. Especially since they kept the same feel and slightly musky aroma of his hairy balls.

Cole's milk on the other hand, had a brownish hue, with a hint of bitter chocolate that most people would appreciate. Including himself, since he couldn't help but milk by hand one of his teats, just to get a taste of it before plugging the machine there too.

The containers would soon be filled, but the machines would swap them automatically with empty ones as soon as that happened. And considering Lacteon's size, and the other two having some of the highest productivity of the herd, they would be stuck there for quite some time that afternoon.

Good thing the room also had a nice TV above the entrance, with accesses to the internet and lots of streaming services so they could watch whatever they wanted in the meantime, while keeping up a nice conversation.

And maybe, someone else might join them in the meantime, and partake in that weird, yet pleasurable, secret routine.