c The sensation of calves feeding was indescribable. A part of Jeff felt a sense of perverse shame and guilt for what was happening. What he had done had to be taboo. If any of his friends or family could see him now, they would be shocked and appalled at what he had become. Yet the other part only experienced euphoria as the tiny mouths hungrily suckled on his six individual teats. Or the cow's teats as it were since Jeff was nothing than a part of the animal. It felt like the most intense blow job the virgin teen ever had as he cried out in pure bliss upon reaching his climax or what passed as a climax for a sentient pair of bovid mammaries. His voice produced no audible sound, and from the outside, it only appeared as though the mother bovine's large udder shuddered in the cold air as it abruptly squirted fresh, warm mother's milk from each of its six teats and down the throats of the insatiable offspring. One of the six such calves had to release its hold on its mother's nipple as it nearly choked on the sudden intake of warm, nutritious liquid. The baby sputtered and coughed as it tried to recover as the rest of its siblings continued to drink without missing a beat.
Sometime later, the remaining young cattle had finished their liquid breakfast and now run around the seemingly enclosed field, never straying too far from their mother. At the same time, the maternal cow rested for a while before eventually heaving herself on to her feet. The white and black spotted animal's nostrils flared as she snorted and, with a moo, began walking again. The cow paid no mind towards the fate of the human that she had assimilated into her flesh hours before. As far as the beat's uncomplicated mind could comprehend, the boy had always been her udder and never existed as anything else, let alone as a separate entity. The cow found a particular patch of grass and began eating; she would need to fuel to replenish her milk stores after feeding her offspring.
Jeffs resigned himself to simply being toted around by the enormous beast. Not that he had much choice. His mind dulled from his recent experience, and his thoughts were a blurry haze after the feeding frenzy just a few moments ago. He was still basking in the afterglow of the whole thing before he realized that his master was on the move once more. As his host meandered around the pasture, Jeff swayed between her hindlegs. His bloated shape, sparsely covered in thin white fur, quivered and jiggled with every footfall as his vascular form pulsed with the lifeblood of the female bovine. The cow continued to graze peacefully, unaware of her udder's current plight as it struggled to piece together a single coherent thought. The pink, bloated, rotund mass could do little more than just moan in ecstasy from its position between the cow's back legs. A breeze rustled the trees in the area, the only sound heard in the otherwise silent pasture, save for the gentle jangling of the bell around the cow's neck, and the distant calls from other cows in the distance. That relative tranquility shattered when the cow carrying Jeff raised her long tail and passed gas.