Shawn stared at the animal - a moose calf, obviously very young, maybe less than a week old. Where was its mother? He spun around, suddenly afraid that he would get charged by a protective female, but there was only the baby animal that gave a plaintive wheeze as nostrils snuffled at his face and down his shirt. ushing the damp nose aside didn't help, as the little moose dropped its attention lower. Shawn frowned as lips pulled at the crotch of his pants, getting the fabric damp. "Sorry, little guy or girl. Nothing down there to interest you."
He looked around again, half afraid to spot the missing mother and yet hoping he could direct the calf to its proper source of nutrition. Except that he felt the questing lips pull directly on flesh - his penis! Staring down suddenly he could see that the fabric of his pants and undershorts had crumbled away, and the moose was trying to nurse from him. The fact that cloth had been eaten away should have scared him, but he kept watching as the skin of his crotch got darker and swelled out. This was impossible, right? He stood there gaping as an udder formed, and the baby moose started nursing from him, the sensation much like having to pee and relieving the pressure in squirts.