Rob was beyond logical thought. Everything seemed surreal. Like he was dreaming. A very real dream, he amended, as a spray of warm milk splattered on his cheek. But, it was real. He was truly milking his neighbor's massive udder. His pants feeling wet, Rob paused and looked down. The pants were soaked through with milk. In fact, there was a huge puddle of milk soaking into the carpet. Rob shuffled on his knees and heard the squish-squish of the carpet.
Mary was lost in the pleasure of her udder slowly being emptied. Rob was afraid, both because he was a married man 'milking' another woman, and the fact that he was MILKING a cow's udder on a human woman. Rob was mild-mannered and easily embarrassed, and he would have been blushing a fire-engine red if he could. The situation was just so bizarre and absurd! But, Mary needed his help, she needed him to milk her. In spite of the situation, he could see no course of action, he had to help her.
After about twenty minutes, Rob had milked Mary's udder down to a reasonable size, it was now a little larger than a basketball. Mary was able to, albeit a bit awkwardly, close her legs enough to stand up and walk around. Everything was soaked in milk. From the carpet to both there clothes. Mary's pink robe clung to her body in a most revealing way.
"Oh, that was wonderful! I feel so much better, Rob. Thank you!" Mary giggled and hugged Rob, pressing her still weighty udder against him. "Well, it was the least I could do." Rob managed, then looked at Mary, her udder and realized what had happened, blushed deeply and turned away.
"So, tell me Rob. What can I do to thank you?" Mary asked coyly.