Free him

You realize that he is quite uncomfortable in the machine and, as it won’t work with the power down, decide to free him. As you unbuckle the restraints you notice that the salesman seems quite happy despite not having shown you his wares.

“Well, since I cannot show you the machine, perhaps I could tempt you with some of our milk,” he suggests leading you over to a number of churning vats. “This milk is especially good as it has not yet been fully homogenized and pasturised.”

“I see there are different milks,” you note.

“Well that is correct, we produce mainly the white milk. It has some excellent medicinal properties. You no doubt have drunk fermented jugs of it at tavern,” you nod recalling the rather addictive and expensive drink, surprised at its source. “Cowgirls that have never born young and have been induced into producing milk produce such milk. This is our best drop. You won’t see this in stores or the local tavern. It’s for our best and most trusted customers only, as it has quite a kick.”

He leads you on proudly with the tour. Next he shows you a tub with a baby blue liquid sloshing about inside. There is a very large breasted cowgirl being milked in the stall beside it. “A little rarer, our blue milk is also very popular with those that can afford it. It is made from a cowgirl that has born a male calf. When drunk by a human it enhances his, well, maleness.”

Intrigued you prompt him, “you mean…”

“The drinker becomes more muscular and his equipment increases. The term hung like a bull comes to mind. And under its influence the drinker has the stamina of a bull! Quite a hit with the ladies and men alike.”

You eye the blue milk and consider its benefits. You’ve never been a slouch in bed, but this stuff sounds almost too good to be true.

“And finally there is the pink milk. From a cowgirl who has born a female calf. Give it to the most slimmest of **** girls and in no time at all she’ll have large breasts and child bearing hips. Best of all, it makes woman docile. A great domesticator of complaining little woman.”

“And what would happen if a man drunk it?” you inquire.

“Well, he would become much more effeminate and less dominant. The effects are similar to castration really, although it could be more dramatic... Not anything a right thinking man would do to himself, although I have heard of it being used on ones rivals for the attentions of a woman. A real kick in the pants for a young Don Juan.”

“How effeminate,” you ask strangely interested.

He taps his nose in reply. “So can I interest you in a sample of our wares?”