“Psst, hey–where’s the fucking milk?”
Gary groaned and felt a hand shake his shoulder, rousing him from sleep, and he found a wide shadow looming over him in his bedroom, and he let out a shout of surprise.
“Oh don’t be such a wimp,” the shadow said, and it flipped on the light next to them, and Gary found himself looking up at what had to be Santa Claus, although he’d never imagined his outfit might be so…revealing. “Look, I scrounged around and found some cookies,” Santa said, holding up the package of Oreos in his hand, “But all you have in the house is fucking soy milk–how disgusting is that?”
“I’m…I’m lactose intolerant–I never have milk in the house…” Gary said.
Santa did not look amused. “Hmmph, well I guess we’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we? Santa needs his milk after all, even if I have to make my own cow to get it.”
Santa pushed down Gary’s sheets and grabbed hold of both of his nipples, making him gasp in pain as the big man worked them over…and he could feel something happening to them as Santa twisted them–they were growing larger. Not just his nipples though–Gary had always been a thin guy, and as he watched, his chest started to grow and expand with fat, turning into heavy moobs in a matter of moments…and they ached. It was like they were balloons filled with too much water, and he saw that the thumb and forefingers on Santa’s gloves were wet with…something. “What–What are you doing to moooee?” Gary moaned.
Santa didn’t reply–he just licked his lips and started sucking on one of Gary’s thick nipples, and he felt his milk gush into Santa’s mouth. With a quiver, he realized that he was actually getting close to cumming, and he reached down to stroke his cock, but Santa beat him to it, stretching and kneading his cock and balls in his gloved hand, Gary shivering, mooing and moaning as his balls grew three times their original size, and they ached just as much as his milk filled moobs. Before long, cum was dribbling out of him at a constant dribble, soaking the sheets beneath him, and Santa–after sucking his first moob dry–moved onto the second, his hands massaging Gary’s stomach, growing a huge gut and fat pad which swallowed up half his cock, and when both his breasts were drained, Santa rolled Gary over, kneading his ass into two fat cheeks before thrusting his hard cock deep into Gary’s hole.
“Fuck, milk always makes me so fucking horny–it’s a good thing this fat ass of yours was made for plowing cow–feels fucking great,” Santa grunted out as Gary felt the last few changes overtake him–two short horns growing out of his temples, the rest of his body filling out with fat, and the overwhelming desire to feed. To feed men his manmilk, to make them addicted to it’s taste, and to watch them grow fatter, until they were obese or even better, immobile. Santa finally finished up his fuck, unloading a huge wad of cum into Gary’s ass, and the fat cowman let out a grunt of satisfaction, rolling back over and kneading his full tits, his cock leaking profusely.
“Fuck Santa, that was great—are you sure you don’t want to stick around and drink some mooore?” Gary groaned.
“Oh you slutty cow,” Santa said, slapping Gary’s gut, “Tell you what–why don’t you spend tonight milking yourself, and give samples to all of your friends? I’m sure you’ll have plenty of guys lining up for that milk of yours in no time. Me though? I gotta get going–places to go, gifts to give, you know the drill.”
Santa waved a large pile of glass milk bottles into existence next to Gary’s bed, and the cow did spend the rest of the night milking himself into them, excited to give them to all of his friends, so that before long they could all live with him, drinking his man milk, and growing bigger every day.
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