He-Cow

Medicine had progressed quite a bit the past few years. Many diseases that were fatal or disfiguring were now treatable or even downright cureable. It all came down to a discovery of an enzyme found in milk produced by a certain species of mice that dramatically boosts the immune system while simultaneously killing off unhealthy cancerous growths as well as viruses and unwanted bacteria.

Now the problem came when the need for this special enzyme greatly outstripped the amount produced by mice.

Not a problem, just have women given some slight genetic modifications so they can produce milk with the same benefits.

Solved right? Well... not really. It seemed that many independent women had no desire to become milk machines when they could be out living their lives. Sure there were some women who made money this way and it did pay well but there was still a need that outpaced production.

There were attempts to have women in third world countries start producing H. L. S milk (human longevity serum) but the government wanted to keep the technology exclusively in the United States.

And so the next idea was introduced.

It seemed that men also had breasts and with a little genetic manipulation and some hormonal treatments, could also produce the much needed H. L. S. milk.

This did solve the shortages and the men who joined this program were called...

He-Cows.

It paid extremely well and by law the men who participated were considered national property. They were well treated to an obscene level but still considered property of the state.

And this is where I enter the story.

My name is Robert Lee Savannah which most people pronounce as Bobby Lee. Bobby Lee is primarily a girls name here in Atlanta, I always correct people telling them my name is Robert but it did little good. People do what people do.

Looking back I suppose it didn't help my cause any that I was all of five foot five, skinny as a rail and as a bit of a rebellious teen, had longer hair. Not being good at sports or having only geeks and nerds for friends wasn't great for my reputation either.

So when the government came around to my highschool looking for recruits for the He-Cow program, they seem to think I would be perfect for the program. The teachers and administrators didn't bother to correct their assumptions, why would they when they get a bonus for every kid who signs up. There was a lot of money in H. L. S milk.

And so I found myself with a bunch of other unpopular kids being herded (no pun intended) into one of the schools multi purpose rooms to hear the governments recruitment pitch.

Now since no one was obligated at this point, fully two thirds of the kids walked out in disgust as soon as the presentation began.

That left only four of us.

"My name is Director Pitchner and I'm here to discuss the possibility of a great opportunity with the H. L. S. program." he began and that was where most walked out.

I had no intention of joining up and becoming a milk cow even though it was rumored to pay extremely well but I stayed to listen because it was better than attending classes. I had good enough grades to graduate in seven weeks so I was just coasting.

After most of the kids left, Director Pitchner continued, "According to our records you have all reached the age of consent, eighteen years old. Now with your future ahead of you, this is the time to make the best of things and we have a great opportunity for you." he went on and on and on for a good half hour but I hardly heard any of it instead looking through my phone. What little I did listen to made me think he was little more than a used car salesman.

"And who wouldn't want a guaranteed paycheck of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars a month?" the recruiter continued and that's when my ears perked up.

I wasn't interested like I said but the talk of money did get my attention.

"Seriously dude, what good is all that money if I can't spend it? I mean living in one of your cow camps like... well like cattle. What good is money anyway?" one of the other kids, I think his name was Carl, asked with about as much rudeness as he seemed to be able to muster.

"Good question, one of the reasons I am here is to dispel some of the more persistent myths that seem to be going around. You may indeed find yourself living in one of our state of the art facilities but not necessarily. If you have a decent home situation then by all means live at home... subject to our discretion of coarse." he said.

"Yeah, and what about being legally owned huh?" the same kid asked and I wondered why he bothered to stick around if he was already dead set on turning down the offer. Maybe he just wanted to hang around and harass people for his own amusement. He did seem like the bully type.

"Government conservatorship of participants only last until your H. L. S. production ceases which takes about five to seven years. You still have all your basic rights, even more due to your high value." he explained and by this time I was listening intently although I still had no desire whatsoever to join up.

I had no idea that a He-Cow only made milk for a few years. I did the math in my head and realized that one hundred and fifty thousand dollars a month for five years came out to nine million dollars.

Wow, nine million and that was the low end as it could go for as long as seven years.

I listened while trying not to seem like I was listening at all so as not to get harassed by the bully in the room but I did pay attention.

The bully Carl, who seemed intent on denigrating everything about the whole program for his personal entertainment, asked many questions about things like breast growth, tax rates for He-Cows, clothing allowances, milking schedules and so on. Every question he asked was either sarcastic or contemptuous. I was glad to let him ask all the pertinent question so I wouldn't seem to be too interested.

When the presentation was over, only one person actually signed up, it was Carl, the presumed bully. It seemed he played the part of the bully so no one would guess his intentions. Smart, I guess.

I went home and thought about it for a few days even going so far as to bring up the subject with my parents and older sister at dinner one night.

My sister was somewhat dismissive of the idea like many women were these days and the only interest my dad showed was when he said that if I made that kind of money I could start paying rent.

Mom however seemed genuinely delighted in my interest in becoming a He-Cow.

The money and the fact that it beat getting a real job was what convinced me.

I told my parents I was going to join up so that by the time I was in my mid twenties I would be a millionaire.

And so I went to a recruiter and joined up.

It was weird at first. I went to a local hospital for the required genetic tests and manipulations and started a full regimen of hormones to grow breasts. It took about six weeks for them to come in at a double D cup. The same six weeks I spent finishing up highschool.

There were only two he-cows in the school, Carl and myself. There was also a side effect of the procedure... greatly inhanced libedo. I was horny all the time.

Now it's true I was still a virgin but to my surprise, Carl was not. He was here strictly for the money and he soon became interested in my new titties despite the fact he had titties of his own.

Just before graduation and about a week before we both were to report to another facility to begin our careers as he-cows, Carl cornered me in the locker room alone. I normally used a locker in the back away from everyone else to hide my growing tits and Carl found me there getting dressed after phys ed class.

I never liked phys ed but huge tits made it worse. No one was crass enough to make lewd or offensive comments due to laws protecting he-cows but I still felt well out of place so when Carl found me half naked with both our tits hanging out, I was in a bad mood.

There was absolutely no sag whatsoever in either of our brand new titties so neither of us had started wearing a bra yet and so Carl just walked up all cock sure of himself and began to fondle my breasts.

"Dude, what are you doing? I'm not gay." I said in protest.

"I really don't care, you're hot and I want some. Bend over bitch." he said as he roughly grabbed me, turned me around and pushed me over the bench in the locker room.

I was topless and Carl pulled my pants and underwear down around my ankles as I began to cry not just because I was about to get violated but because the hormones made people cry.

As Carl began to violate my ass with his cock, I began to scream and this drew the attention of some of the other boys in the locker room, all friends of Carl. Soon I was being held down by several boys.

One after another starting with Carl they violated my ass as I was bent over the bench with my new titties hanging down. Carl's cock was the smallest due to the hormones we had both been taking so it slid in easily though it did hurt.

And it was the hurt that made me scream. And as I screamed, my new titties began to spray milk out in copious amounts making milky puddles on the floor in front of me while Carl and his friends pounded my ass.

It was my screaming and crying like a girl that finally drew the attention of the coach. He came and quickly put an end to my torment.

He-Cows were not just property of the state, they were protected and when I was discovered getting pounded in the ass by Carl and four of his friends, the authorities took quite an interest.

They also noticed that I had suddenly began to express milk.

Carl himself was untouchable as he was a protected he-cow and they just blamed his actions on his new hormones although he was told he would have to live at a government compound and no longer had the option of living on his own. The other four however were in big trouble.

They were given a choice that until then I had no idea existed but did make sense. Either sign up and become he-cows or face prosecution for assaulting a protected citizen. They all joined up and I was awarded a recruitment bonus of fifty thousand dollars for each one.

The thought of the money did nothing to soothe the pain in my well fucked ass nor did it alleviate my humiliation.

As I said they also noticed that while I was getting ass fucked that my breasts began to express milk, well as it turns out and unbeknownst to me at the time, sexual activity makes he-cows produce more milk. Sometimes two to three times as much and it did not escape the attention of my new employers/caretakers that the particular sex I was engaged in when my titties began to squirt was anal sex.

I never saw Carl or the other boys who had assaulted me again. The state thought it best if we were kept separated. That worked for me.

Now since I had began to express milk sooner than planned due to getting fucked in my ass, I was immediately taken to one of the he-cow facilities to begin my career making medical milk. As a result, I missed my own graduation ceremony.

We were immediately segregated into groups by sexual orientation and I was forcibly assigned to the gay group.

"Why am I in the gay group?" I asked one of the many attendants assigned to take care of us he-cows.

"Your chart specifically indicated that you produce milk when anally stimulated. Which group did you think that would put you in?" the man whom I figured to be a male nurse said sarcastically.

There were too many people around and the topic of discussion was embarrassing so I let it go for now. I was shown to my room which was lavish to say the least. Huge california king size bed, ninety inch flat screen television, hot tub and sauna, well stuffed snack bar, closet filled with expensive clothes in my size (including many nursing bras) and a top of the line computer. The place was like the Ritz.

I had heard the rumors about the luxurious lifestyle of he-cows but seeing it for real was something.

There was also a selection of sex toys that I tried real hard to ignore.

The first day was fairly easy. I was milked by a breast pump every four hours to get me into a rhythm and used to the equipment.

The second day I was assigned a coordinator whose job it was to make sure I produced as much milk as possible. I was taken to her office wearing only a robe and I assumed there would be another in a long line of medical exams I would have to endure.

"So, Bobby Lee, may I call you Bobby Lee? It says here that you're a full week early. Thats a good sign. It also says you began expressing milk while engaged in anal sex, that too is a good sign. Sexual activity means more milk and that means more money for everyone. How about we set you up on a regular milking schedule today?" she, my coordinator asked.

"I'm not actually gay. I was being assaulted when my breasts began..." I said leaving it hanging.

"You don't have to be embarrassed here. It's pretty common knowledge that anal sex is far better at helping our girls make more milk. You can use any number of toys or we have the real thing on staff to help stimulate your interest. Lets go check out one of the milking rooms so you can see for yourself." she said finishing her explanation and leading me out of her office.

I was led to a hallway that seemed like it went on forever but in reality was at least a half mile long. I knew the facility was huge but damn!!! The hall had doors on either side separated by about fifteen or twenty feet and theses were the milking rooms.

"Let me see, oh yes David just loves it when people watch so we'll check in on him shall we?" she said and not bothering to wait for an answer, opened one of the doors on my left and walked right in. In the middle of the room was a he-cow bent over a padded bench much like I was when I was assaulted by Carl and his friends only this guy was getting plowed in his ass by what looked like a machine designed just for the purpose. On his massive tits were attached nozzles that were milking him.

I was too stunned to say a word and so my coordinator whose name tag read Lisa took me to yet another room and then another and another and so on and on. I visited about three dozen rooms that morning. Some were normal and had a guy sitting on a chair getting his breasts milked by a machine while others had damn near every kind of perversion known to mankind.

He-cows getting fucked by real men, he-cows bound and gagged, he-cows getting spanked, he-cows in a dress pretending to feed animatronic babies, he-cows sucking both fake and real cocks, he-cows masturbating and he-cows using dildo's and vibrators on their asses.

By the time I was done getting acquainted with the various means of sexual stimulation on the gay side of the facility, my own breasts were getting quite heavy with milk and my coordinator took notice.

I was led into a room with what looked like a ladies gynecological exam chair complete with stirrups for her feet, and was invited to get into it.

My breasts were way to heavy and swollen with high value milk to argue so I started to get up onto the exam chair when Lisa said, "dressing gown off." She used the english term for a robe which made me feel even more awkward than I already felt.

I removed my robe leaving me naked and hopped up on the exam chair only to have her immediately place my feet up in the stirrups leaving me feeling horribly exposed.

"Now I'll just have someone come in and hook you up and start your session, after today you'll be able to select whatever kind of stimulation helps best." she explained and then left me in the chair naked with my feet up alone.

My breasts really began to ache from the swelling.

Soon a man came in with a milking machine not unlike the many other milking machines I had already seen. He attached the cups to my breasts and turned on the pump and finally my breasts began to produce milk making me feel a little better.

Then my attendant shocked me by taking my somewhat hormonally undersized dick in his hands and gently stroking me. My tits responded by shooting long spurts of milk into the cups attached to my nipples.

I tried to reach down between my legs that were spread by the stirrups to place my hand over my cock in protest but managed to grab his hand instead. He responded by asking, "Would you like some toys to play with?" while he stroked both my dick and the back of my hand.

I was too shocked to say anything so he went to a cabinet on the wall and grabbed an assortment of so called toys for me to play with.

"Open wide now." he said and I involuntarily opened my mouth only to have him shove a huge rubber cock in my mouth and secure it with straps that went behind my head and up the front of my face on either side of my nose and along side my face around my ears all meeting in back where he secured them leaving me gagged.

As I offered no protest what with me being in shock and caught up in the rapture that milking brought on he then put leather straps on my ankles and thighs securing my legs in the stirrups.

He then got undressed right in front of me and stepped in between my forcibly spread legs with his cock right at my ass hole.

I knew the pain of getting ass fucked from what Carl and his friends did to me and had no desire whatsoever to experience it again but I was somehow unable to offer any protest.

He took some lubricant and began fondling my exposed ass occasionally shoving a finger up inside me. His finger was small compared to the cocks I had been assaulted with and actually felt pretty good and my tits showed it by squirting out gobbs of milk into the cups on my breasts.

And my dick got hard as a rock.

He the pulled his fingers out of my ass and aligned his cock up for...

I felt him penetrate me and my only response was to reach down with my hand and start playing with my own dick while he pushed on inside me.

And suddenly I was being fucked and I not only did nothing about it but I played with my dick while I let it happen.

It went on until the milk machine indicated that I had expressed all the milk I had in me. The stopping of the breast pump made me ejaculate shooting a rope of cum up and onto my chest and face.

The man fucking me asked, "Pull out or cum inside?" and as I was gagged all I could do was to point so I pointed at my chest and face. He then pumped me hard a couple times and pulled out and shot ropes of cum all over me.

I had produced nearly a quart and a half of milk. Almost twenty thousand dollars on the open market but I didn't care in the slightest. I was exhausted and was content to lay there basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.

"You're one of our biggest producers and will probably be ready in another two or three hours, would you like to go back to your apartment or should I leave you here to rest?" the man who had ass fucked me and cum all over me asked.

I responded by closing my eyes. He left me there gagged with my feet secured in the stirrups.

I fell asleep.

I dont know how long I slept but I awoke to another man attaching a breast pump to my titties again. And again, I got ass fucked only this time I invited him to cum inside me by pointing at my bottom when he asked where I wanted it.

I stayed in that gyno chair for the entire day and was fucked in my ass a total of six times and went on to produce more than two gallons of high value milk for the pharmaceutical industry. By the time I went back to my room my ass felt like I had been fucked by a train and I was covered in lots of cum, some of it was mine and some wasn't.

The following weeks and months found me exploring every possible form of gay stimulation my handlers could invent but my favorite was the gyno chair and I was always bound and gagged.

I checked my bank accounts often to see how much money I was making but soon it became irrelevant as I was living for the cock. I decided not to go live at home like some other he-cows and stayed at the facility so I could get as much sex as possible.