You lie still, floating in milk that’s now Shoulder high. The sac still swaying slightly, you begin to feel around. Your movement is met by more milk flowing in to the small chamber; soon it swells far beyond its previous level. Your feet touch the puckered ring of mussel at the bottom as you jockey for a better position in the swelling sac, as they do the chamber convulses, causing the ring to open and milk to sure out of it. You only just miss getting sucked out threw the bottom.
Suddenly you start to panic. You think there may be something at the other end of that hole slurping down the contents of you current location. The thought of ending up in some young animals belly, wile mildly arousing, is also scary beyond belief. Especially since it appears to be happening right now. The hole closes and the outflow of milk stops, the sac pulses for a few seconds you can feel it squeezing rhythmically. You decide it’s a good idea to move away from the hole just incase whatever is in the other end take another mouthful. But as you touch the walls they again release a large flow of milk, much more than last time.
As the do the chamber squeezes tightly and you are forced threw the tight ring of muscle at the bottom of the udders milk sac. You claw franticly at anything you can grab onto in order to try and stop your descent into the teat.
“This is it,” you think to yourself as you feel yourself propelled threw the throbbing teat. “Breakfast for a hungry calf, what a way to go. What did I expect, climbing into the udder like that.” You say to yourself. “At least, I enjoyed it wile I was in there.” You brace yourself for the animals tongue and the inevitable “GULP” that will follow. But instead, you fall a short distance, then SPASH you hit the ground in a small puddle of milk.
You look around; the cow is out in the field munching merrily on grass. You look up to see the udder that expelled you, it was still pulsating slightly, it seems that your presence must have disturbed so much that it so it spat you out.
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