Besse notices your concern.
"Oh, of course you would look for your little male pride and joy. How could you be proud of something so small and human?"
Her black nailed hoof-fingers dance lightly across your unrecognizable monstrous groin. "Such a limited milk throughput for my new favorite little bull. I give that ungrateful minotaur what all males want, to have their little pricks milked endlessly and what do I get? Ingratitude!" She sneers, "Well he's the null-o-taur now! Maybe he'll finallybe useful since I promised him he can have a new set of little milk makers, after he brings me more cows for my dairy. "
Bessie leans down on the bed next to your immense bovine ball sack, and smiles as her immense all too human breasts drape across your numb nuts. "There I was mid transference ritual, only to be interrupted by so many other misguided males intruding upon my maze." Her rubbery teat draws a bit of her milk mixed with the saliva from your feeding, as she turns to face you.
"Your are lucky the those other miscreants made terrible milk, but wonderful roasts and stew. Males can be such a delicous waste of flesh, but as you can see I saved only their most useful bits and gifted them to you!"
"Shall I tell you the names and origins of your new milk spouts, my little milk-man?"