In his excitement, Jeff failed to notice that the rapidly approaching hands carried in them a clean white rag. Jeff realized that the soaked fabric had steeped in what was most likely warm water as the mysterious individual began to wipe him off diligently. The deft hands moved swiftly, brushing away any muck or grime that had collected on his bulging mass. The cow's udder trembled with pleasure as it's moistened form cooled in the air, and the soft cloth tickled its long teats. The nimble hands paid particular attention to the nipples, seeming to massage while simultaneously cleaning them with extra care, which elicited a quick shudder from the bovine's mammaries.
"That feel's good, doesn't it Athena?" Spoke the unknown ranchhand, breaking the otherwise calming silence. It was becoming increasingly hard for Jeff to concentrate. Still, he did manage to pick up a distinctively pleasant, feminine voice speaking to his host bovid, something well appreciated since the udder was fighting off another rapidly approaching orgasm, and he would have hated being jerked off by a man.
The rag pulled away, offering only a very short reprieve before the hands returned. This time to grab two of the cow's teats before giving them both a series of test pulls, spraying some milk onto the ground to free them of any blockage, residue, or bacteria that may have built up. Jeff nearly lost right there as the udder struggled to maintain arousal. Soon came to the main event; however, as the galvanized stainless steel bucket from before was placed underneath Jeff, the milkmaid wasting no time getting to work. Skilled hands firmly and delicate tugged at a pair of teats, squirting long white streams of fresh milk that pinged off the metallic interior of the bucket.
If Jeff were able, he'd be crying out in pure ecstasy right now. It was like being jacked off by an angel; he was in Heaven! His owner mooed instead, signaling that the cow found this whole process equally enjoyable and voicing the sentiments of her formally human mammary glands. The woman established a fluid rhythm, alternatively tugging on both teats in her hands as the metal pail steadily filled up with warm dairy. Jeff continuously reached his climax with every single pull, the cow mooing the whole time as the human woman offered sweet encouragement to the livestock.
Eventually, after many minutes of dutiful labor, there came a break, the ranchhand removed the large pail, now filled to the brim, and carefully hauled it away. Jeff took the time to catch his breath, so to speak, attempting to recover from the intensely pleasurable experience. He heard the sound of liquid splashing and assumed that the only genuinely remaining human in the immediate area had just emptied the milk into a storage container of some kind. Jeff waited eagerly as his throbbing teats aked, begging for release as they subtly twitched as they hung in the air.
Jeff found himself wondering, in a moment of clarity, if they were indeed his own. Sure, his mass went into forming the udder he now was, including the long thick papillae attached to him. Still, he was now nothing more than a small part of the cow, his humanity forfeited as a previously lower life form that now held dominion over him ultimately. His teats and everything else from the blood coursing through his veins to the veins themselves, and the thin wispy coat of fur covering him belonged to and was now part of the animal.
The woman was not gone long, and once she had returned to the cow, she picked up where she left off. The steel bucket was placed under Jeff again, and two hands once again grasped the udder's teats. Already the rancher pulled on Jeff, and he lost himself in the throes of pleasure anew even more intense than before as the unseen woman worked on filling another bucket. Things progressed much as they had previously with Jeffs losing his grip on his mind the longer it went on until, after several minutes, there was nothing left of the boy's mind. Like with the feeding earlier, Jeff's brain had been overloaded, numbed with unadulterated bliss. His thoughts were not thoughts at this point, but merely fragmented images and base instinct. In time, his mind would reboot in a sense, but for now, he was inert milk-secreting glands, ducts, and fatty tissue. Unresponsive to the world around him.
The lady took the second pail of milk over to the storage container and deposited it, before walking back to Athena. The woman offered a treat to the cow. Athena mooed in approval, while the woman took the opportunity to pat the cow on the rump before brushing some dirt out of the bovine's coat. Once satisfied, the woman led Athena back to the rest of the herd in the pasture.