This is inspired by a recent tweet by @HeavenHimbo on twitter.

Dustin sat in his doctor’s office waiting room patiently for his time with the doctor. He found the office relaxing; quiet, clean, and bright, he could easily read his thick novel. Absentmindedly, his short legs swung forward and backward as they didn’t reach the floor. His thin, almost frail torso took up less than half the chair as his thick bottle cap glasses dragged his face down, into his book.

Dustin was so enthralled in his book that he hadn’t noticed there was someone siting next to him until the man spoke.

“Sup brah? Whatcha readin?”

Dustin jumped a little in fright as the brief moment of fight or flight, or more specifically the desire to flee in the opposite direction as fast as his short legs could muster, washed over him.

He looked over to the man next to him and felt dwarfed. In the chair, the man must have been at least a head taller than him seated, likely close to a foot and a half when standing. The man’s muscles were massive and clearly visible in his skintight tank and leggings. Dustin quickly premised that when he flexed, his arms would be bigger than Dustin’s head. The man’s pecs looked swollen as they drooped down. The last feature of the man that Dustin noticed was that he was manspreading, though he was clearly not well endowed. The man was clearly a himbo, and a himbo cow at that.

Dustin sheepishly replied to the mans question, “The Idiot by Dostoevsky.” As he spoke, Dustin felt his dementor shrink, heightening the size difference between the two.

“Cool brah, how can ya read it?” The man’s slow, dumb, drawl sounded almost cute to Dustin. The interest of a slow man who realized he could never intellectually handle a book like this. “That don’t look like letters ta me, brah.”

“It’s written in Cyrillic.” To Dustin, that would have been a satisfactory answer, but the confused look on the man indicated he needed a bit more. “The book is written in Russian.” The man’s genuine sounding questions began to put him at ease.

“Ain’t you a smart boy bruh! Huhuh.”

“I’m 29…” Dustin said coldly. He understood his diminutive size, skinny body, and complete lack of facial hair or signs of shaving often confused people. That didn’t change the annoyance he felt whenever someone thought he was 12.

“Oh… sorry brah. Didn’t mean to of..offe… uh, piss ya off brah.”

Dustin was about to return to his book, letting the conversation end there when a passing thought convinced him to ask the man a question. “Is it true?”

“Is what true, brah?”

Dustin built up his measly courage to ask his question in full. “Is it true that Himbo milk builds muscles and can make you taller?” Dustin had heard the rumors that some entrepreneur had developed a way to milk himbos and that the milk had become popular in the body building community as a competition accepted method of building greater mass. He had even pondered getting a bottle to try it for himself, hoping it could help him grow the last inch and a half to be 5 feet tall. The 200 dollar per bottle price tag ended his ponderings.

“Fuck ya bruh! One bottle can, uh, add like 5 pounds to a man, bruh. Straight from the, duh, tap is better though. I can give ya a sample, bruh.”

Dustin pondered the proposition for a moment before realizing that the man clearly didn’t poses the mental faculties to have an ulterior motive. “Sure. I’ll try it.”

“Awesome bruh. I’m ahead of my quo-quo, duh.”

“Quota?”

“That’s it bruh, I’m ahead of my quo-ta and can give some for free, huhuh.”

Dustin was back to thinking that the man was cute and took his cell phone. He quickly added his number to the man’s contacts before pointing the phone at him. “This is me, Dustin.”

“Nice to meet ya Dusty. I’m Brad, huhuhuh.”

Dustin was subsequently called for his appointment and bid Brad farewell before returning to his normal day.

Several days passed before Dustin heard any word from Brad and figured that the himbo had completely forgotten when he got a text.

Yo Dusty! This is Brad. Ya still down to trying my milk brah?

A warm smile grew on Dustin’s face as the read the text. Brad was almost charming in his simplicity. He thoughtfully responded, making an effort to use words Brad would likely understand and got a location and time a day or so out.

The day in question arrived and Dustin found himself standing in a well to do apartment building downtown not terribly far from the university where he worked. He sheepishly knocked on the door, feeling like he was doing something risqué.

The door opened and Dustin’s jaw hit the floor. Brad was standing there completely naked, his small dick visible to all. Dustin attempted to regain his composure as he was beckoned inside.

With Brad’s nudity not in sight, Dustin took in the apartment. It was surprisingly clean with a massive TV in the living room and a well-furnished kitchen. There was a set of adjustable dumbbells near the couch, probably so Brad could get his “pump” while watching a game. The thought of a himbo using dumbbells seemed almost poetic to Dustin.

“Milkin room this way brah.” Brad said cheerfully. Dustin got the impression that Brad greatly enjoyed getting milked and that made him smile as he watched Brad’s fat ass sway before him. Brad might be fucking stupid, but he enjoyed the work he did for his income.

The milking room was down the hall in a spare bedroom. Inside there was a black box with an arm sticking out of one end with a dildo attached to it that plugged into the wall, a bare mattress with what was likely milk stains, and what he presumed was the “milking machine”.

“Strip down brah.” Was all Brad said as he climbed onto the mattress with his ass lined up with the dildo doggy style.

“What? Why?” was all Dustin could choke out as he stared at Brad in disbelievement. Dustin had always been ashamed to show off his body. His doctor has been the only person who’d seen him without a shirt or pants in the last decade, and the thought of being nude with this hulking man scared him.

“Cuz ya’re gunna out grow ‘em brah, huhuh.” Brad spoke like it was obvious.

“O-ok…” Dustin quietly took off his clothes while trying to maintain his modesty.

“Now lay here.” Brad motioned for Dustin to lay beneath him, with his head right below Brad’s pecs.

Dustin climbed under the beefy Brad, attempting to cover his junk at first before giving up and just climbing in.

Brad spoke again, “Nice cock brah.” And winked as Dustin’s face turned bright red.

Dustin knew his cock was average sized, but being a virgin, having someone comment on it, let alone praise it, was embracing. He mumbled out an acknowledgement before Brad began explaining how the process worked.

To get milk from a himbo cow, the himbo needed to get fucked hard and fast to stimulate lactation. The repeated pounding on the prostate, or g-spot as Brad called it, would ensure that the milk would continue to flow. Sometimes a himbo bull would come by and fuck the milk out of Brad, but he usually used the fuck machine.

The milker would ensure that all of the highly valued himbo milk was collected and stored in a fridge before someone came to collect it. Today however, Dustin was going to replace the suction cups on the milker.

Brad slid the dildo into his ass and asked Dustin if he was ready to start. Dustin nodded and Brad turned the machine on with a remote.

Immediately, Brad began to moan as the machine built up speed. Dustin could see his face start to flush as he panted and looked at Dustin with lust in his eyes. Every few strokes of the machine, Brad would let out a groan that sounded almost like a moo. After the machine had gotten up to speed for a few minutes, Brad grabbed Dustin’s head and pulled him close to Brad’s left nipple while giving the haggard instruction to suck.

Dustin did just that and some milk flowed into his mouth. The taste was creamy as he expected but with a savory, almost beefy undertone that covered his mouth before he gulped it down. It tasted good; really good. An instinct buried deep within Dustin began to take over. An infant’s instinct to feed of their mother’s breast that he had no memory of yet consumed him none the less.

He heard Brad mumble “Fuck yea brah, drink my milk” as he savored and drank the creamy milk.

In the back of his mind, Dustin could sense that his body was changing. He felt the growing pains he hadn’t experienced since he was a child as he grew taller. His legs hung off the bed, growing until his knees could bend and he had to readjust himself to stay lined up with the massive pecs over him.

Brad’s moans and groans grew more frantic as he moved Dustin over to his other nipple, panting as he struggled to speak. “Use both brah.”

The growing pains subsided as Dustin could feel his muscles painfully contract and relax every couple seconds. Over and over again, Dustin felt the warmth in his muscles as they grew larger and larger. Every muscle was throbbing as he felt them inflate with mass. He absentmindedly felt himself up, barely registering that he had the body of a jock, then a body builder.

Acting only on instinct, Dustin went back to Brad’s left nipple while his hand fondled the right. The trobbing continued as he felt a wave of euphoria wash over his brain.

Brad had been warned multiple times by his handler about men drinking from his nipples, but he had completely forgotten all the warnings. He didn’t remember that without special processing, himbo milk broke down the mind of any man who drank it.

Dustin should have felt concerned as he felt the neural highways he’d spent his life developing break down, but the euphoria silenced any opposition to drinking the glorious milk he had already fallen in love with. Slowly and methodically, his knowledge of any higher learning disappeared as he felt his cock get hard.

Brad’s moans devolved into senseless moos as Dustin moved back to his right nipple. The lust in his eyes had only grown as he saw Dusty grow and change into a himbo cow just like him. In some distant part of his mind, Brad knew that Dusty was hard, though he couldn’t see it past his massive rack.

Dustin’s cock throbbed as the stream of milk began to slow, Brad nearing the point of being milked dry. He could hear that the fuck machine had been turned up again and Brad’s moos grew louder. The milk supply had run dry as a load shot from Brad’s cock.

Brad took a moment to regain some of his senses before turning the machine off and collapsing next to Dustin. Threw panted breaths he asked, “How ya feelin’ brah?”

The haze in Dustin’s mind was still so thick that all he could do was flex his arm, smile, and let out a slow, dumb chuckle before letting his head fall back to enjoy the high. He looked at Brad with empty eyes as Brad got up and affixed a collar around his neck with a cow bell on it, minus the clapper to keep it quiet.

Suddenly, another voice could be heard calling out. “You home, cow?”

Brad immediately called back “In the milk room brah.”

The heavy footsteps of a large man echoed through the apartment, growing closer before a large well built man entered the room. He stood over six feet tall and was well built, but his muscles didn’t droop like Brad, and now Dustin’s, did. He stood in the doorway with dominance, the shine of intelligence in his eyes as he observed the two himbo cows before him.

His deep voice dominated the room. “Normally I would be mad, cow, but not today. Corporate told me I needed to add a new cow to my flock to keep up with production.” With a gentile hand, he reached up and patted the larger Brad on the head like you would a dog. “What’s his name, cow?”

“Dusty.” Brad responded warmly.

The man turned to Dustin, now Dusty as his simple mind didn’t like long names, and spoke in a soothing tone. “Hi there Dusty, my name is Augustus. I know that’s a long name for a simple cow like yourself, so you can call me brah or handler.” Augustus sat down next to Dusty and ran his hands over the himbos pecs before speaking to himself, “it’s a shame I didn’t bring a himbo bull with me today. Oh well, I can finish you off.”

Augustus stood up and opened his pants, letting his rapidly expanding 7-inch cock free. Dusty’s legs immediately shot up, presenting his large muscular ass to his new handler. This made Augustus smile, happy that his new cow was already so eager to enter his heard. He let his cock rest between Dusty’s cheeks as he attached a collar similar to Brad’s around the cow’s neck.

Dusty held a wide, simple smile on his face as he looked up at his new handler, oblivious that his five and a half inches were still rock hard. He let out a low grunt as his handler worked his cock into him, feeling the pressure build on his g-spot.

Augustus was on a time table today and spent no time working up to a good hard fuck. One of the best perks of the job, he though to himself as he enjoyed the virgin ass. He was amazed at how quickly the new cow’s moans started to resemble moos and the small dribbles of milk forming around the cows nipples. This was going to be a prized himbo cow for his heard.

Dusty couldn’t think of anything as the assault on his ass continued. Each stroke feeling better than the last before his handler gave one last thrust into him and came. The extra pressure was enough that a load shot out of Dusty’s cock and covered his chest and abs. He looked down, barely able to see over his pecs, and realized that his once average cock was now only about an inch and a half long, the perfect size for a himbo cow.

Augustus quickly regain his composure. “Listen up cow. He now lives here with you.” Brad cut him off with a ‘fuck ye’ before he could continue. “I’ll be back in a couple of days with a bull to start his milking. You make sure he’s ready. And,” he paused for effect” if you do a good job I’ll bring a bull for you as well.”

With that, Augustus collected brad’s stored milk and left, leaving the two himbo cows to do whatever himbo cows do when they aren’t getting milked.