Hide in his room of course. How could he go out like this?

Tears in his eyes, mind reeling from the developments, James staggered into his room, closing the door behind him. This was all too much, too crazy. Who'd heard of some pills doing this to people? This had to be a bad dream, or hallucinations caused by untested ****. That was it! He'd go to sleep, and as soon as he woke up, he'd have his old, undersized dick back and then he'd never try pills from the internet again. Ever.

Lying down in his bed, he felt the weight under his belly shift and his teats rub against the thin covers, making James shiver slightly with the pleasure shooting through him. Squeezing his eyes tight, he tried to shut everything out, ignore the feeling. Unwilling to move, it felt like hours until he could fall asleep.

James' dreams were filled with nonsensical, shifting landscapes he saw from a birds-eye view and he found himself racing towards a huge mountain crested with two horns that seemed to be the only constant in this world. Suddenly, his flight turned into a fall and he found himself hurtling towards a river capped by frothing white waves. Just before he hit the surface, James woke up.

A throaty, drawn-out moan rose from his throat, filling the twilight of the room. Below his stomach, a terrible, aching pleasure radiated its warmth out into his whole body, little muscle spasms running through his limbs. In his sleep, he'd rolled over so he lay on his back, and as James looked down over his body, a large mound rose over his crotch, four hard points tenting the sheets further. Dark splotches were growing on their ends, a faintly sweet smell reaching James' nostrils. He could feel the swollen mass lying on his thighs, radiating heat, his heart beat throbbing under its surface. Hands trembling, he threw back his covers, the stimulation causing his teats to spurt thin streams of milk onto his bed and belly.

"Aaghgod noooo," James moaned, caught halfway between horror and lust.

Gripping the bed sheets tightly, James fought to resist the temptation, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. Taking deep, slow breaths, he looked up at the ceiling and tried to think of the most boring things he could conjure up, but his thoughts kept straying back to the four points on his udder, each one at least as sensitive as his dick had been and dribbling milk that was running their length, over the heated expanse of flesh, then his legs and finally soaked the sheets. He swore he could see it swelling more and more as it produced more and more milk - and then he realized that his eyes had involuntarily moved down to stare at the taut skin on his belly. His breathing had become ragged with arousal, his face was hot and flushed, his hands twitching at his sides, **** to grab his teats and relieve himself of the fluids in his udder, to soothe the amazing, agonizing pleasure.

But he wouldn't! He was not a freak! His udder would soon dry up, and then he could... well, get it removed or something! He would just have to hold on... to his teat and keep stroking it... it felt sooo good... so much milk was spurting out with every tugging pull... jerking his right hand away from his udder, he clapped both hands over his mouth in shock. No! He wasn't going to let the huge protrusion between his legs win! No matter how much... delicious... tasty cream... that was seeping into his mouth from the wet hand with which he had milked himself...

All rational thought was gone from James. Greedily licking his hand clean, he soon found himself wanting more of the sweet creamy goodness. As he sat up, his hugely swollen udder settled on his lap, its expanse reaching higher than his bellybutton. Grabbing one of his twitching teats, he bent it upwards, a thin stream of milk shooting from it, James' head shooting forwards to catch it, but the hot fluid spattered onto his legs and the bed. But to his delight, he found that the swollen mass between his legs actually enabled him to reach the blunt tip with his mouth. Wrapping his lips around it, the sensitive flesh sent blissful shocks through his udder and right into his pussy. As his free hand began rubbing his bloated udder, James began eagerly sucking the creamy contents into his stomach. It tasted amazingly sweet and made his lips and tongue tingle where it touched them. As the udder was emptied slowly with every mouthful, the stretched skin was relieved of tension and the pleasure took over.

His neglected pussy was slowly drenching his pants, but James was much too focused on his udder. He hadn't even realized how hungry he was - he must have slept through dinner, judging by the darkness in his room. Gulp after gulp went down James' throat, and by now he did not know if he moaned because of his arousal or because the cream was so delicious, or both. As James' left kept rubbing his slowly shrinking udder, it bumped into the other erect teats, small spurts of milk shooting out with every hit and soaking his bed. As his udder deflated, James' belly began expanding with the amount he had drunk, and soon, he was unable to drink any more and leaned back with a little burp.

His hunger was satisfied, but James' lust still burned hotly. Taking his two upper teats into his hands, he began stroking the milk-slick flesh slowly, languidly, milk spraying out with every upwards tug. It felt as good as jerking off his old dick had, but now he was stroking two, and another pair was bobbing up and down wildly.

"Oooonnhh, it feels a-moo-zing," James groaned, breath coming in aroused gasps and tiny 'moo's. He didn't care if anyone heard him, all he cared about was reaching that pleasure high that seemed just out of his grasp. As he sped up his hands, James' lower teats began slapping into his legs, sending little shocks through his body and a building pressure began filling his lower body, until, like a crashing wave, his climax consumed James.

"Aww god, it's... it's... mmMMOOO!"

As James was lying on his back, reveling in the afterglow, a faint tingling sensation was slowly growing stronger in his chest and spreading upwards, but before he could try and find out what was happening, his door flew open and someone yelled:
"Why are you making all this noise in the middle of the night?!"