Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 9
At some point the machine stopped and the cups were pulled from her teats, which now felt engorged, wet, and sensitive to every passing breeze, just like the mess between her legs. Slowly coming back to herself, Cow 87 realized she was still sucking the dildo although the bucket had run dry a while ago. “That’s completely normal,” she told herself dizzily, “cows love to feed. I heard that somewhere.” With a gasp, she released the rubber phallus and it left her now-uncomfortably-empty muzzle together with long strands of thick saliva mixed with the feed which dripped onto the floor and her udders. Her stomach now felt completely full and she burped loudly before she could stop herself, or cover her mouth. Cow 87 had to admit to herself that the impulse was ridiculous: she was so far beyond good manners now. To prove her point, the pink phallus still hung right in front of her face and she looked at it cross eyed, appearing even more dimwitted than usual. It was dripping with her sloppy leftovers… actually, she would love to feed again… right now…
“Well done, you!” Caretaker said.
[COMMENDATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
The by-now familiar wave of pleasure rolled over her, so she almost missed what he said next. “Time for your nightly watering.”
“Wait, what?” Cow 87 mooed in curiosity. She looked around and licked her muzzle, tasting residue from the feed. Although it had been liquid too, it’s partially salty taste hadn’t done much to quench her thirst. But she couldn’t see any sort of bucket to drink from, as she tried to move her bald head without much success, her collar still tethered to the feeding dildo. Then she remembered the bulging rubber sack on the wall. Suddenly, she felt Caretaker’s rough hand on her hot pussy, his fingers parting her swollen, wet folds.
“Oh god! Will… Will he reward me now?” She thought, confused and scared all of a sudden (but also strangely excited).
She tried to pull back, but it was already too late. Quickly, Caretaker hooked the index finger of his other hand around the metal ring pierced through her clitoris. The pain from her most sensitive organ being stretched made her moo shrilly, and she quickly ceased her struggles in fear. 87 felt Caretaker smear copious amounts of her own vaginal fluid on an object he was holding in his other hand, before starting to push it into Cow 87’s slightly open asshole.
“No, not there! I have never… I need it in my pussy… No! What.. am I thinking? Ow! It’s too big! It will never fit! Please! Stop!”
But Caretaker was unrelenting and pushed again and again while she mooed in distress, until she thought her ass would simply break apart. But then suddenly with an extraordinarily strong push, it slid inside, where it filled out her rectum completely. She mooed again, even shriller than before. Instinctively, she tried to push the plug out again, but of course the muscles of her sphincter still didn’t react to her mental command. She felt part of the object coming to rest between her asscheeks, spreading them wide, and still unable to look back clearly, she finally realized what it was, the strange plug attached to the bulging sack.
She felt Caretaker attach the tube from the plug to the back of her collar, so that it now ran from her ass over her shoulder and behind her head. He walked towards the end of the tube and opened a valve. Cow 87’s eyes widened as she finally understood, only moments before the cold fluid hit her bowels. “Mmmmmooooooo!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, as she felt her belly bloating, water pushing into every nook and cranny of her insides and filling them.
“Ahhhh… it’s inside me… flowing into me…. so cold… my belly feels so full… it’s too much… make it stop… Caretaker… please…”
“I’ll be back once you’re finished! Don’t worry, it’s only three litres, cow.” Caretaker said, while she was still fully occupied with the assault on her bowels. After taking the empty bucket from the corner and the now-full milk tank, he left the stall whistling to himself, pulling the door closed behind him. She could faintly hear him say “Another litre, nice!” before he was out of earshot.
Still mooing, Cow 87 helplessly shook her hips, tail swishing, and stepped from one hoof to the other which made the water inside slosh around in unison with her swinging udders, which had become a lot softer and looser, turning from a spherical to a more conical shape, a far cry from the perky mounds she had possessed… before. Annoyed and aggravated, she tried to turn on the spot, hoping to catch the tube with her muzzle, but since it was safely attached to her collar she couldn’t even see it and her collar was also still connected to wall, reducing her area of influence significantly. Cow 87 dearly wished for her arms now, more than ever, but that didn’t help her in the slightest. The only thing her frantic movements accomplished was that the water filled her even quicker. Soon, she almost felt like she had grown a third udder, with the skin of her abdomen being painfully stretched into an almost completely round shape that bloated her normally impossibly slender midsection.
After what felt like an eternity, she heard Caretaker come back. Cow 87 breathed a sigh of relief that came out as a low “mooo…” She couldn’t wait until all that water would leave her again. She didn’t even care that she would soil her whole stall shitting it out. Still, she tried to glare angrily at Caretaker as he detached the rope from the wall and her collar, but of course her face remained passive, only looking slightly more dumbfounded. He went behind her again and she stood perfectly still in anticipation of the release she was so eagerly waiting for. But Caretaker only pulled the hose out of the plug which sealed by itself somehow. Cow 87 was confused once more, her hairless brow creasing. “Mooooo?” she sounded as the pressure in her belly didn’t relent. “Why… why isn’t it coming out? I need it to come out!”
Whether because of the tone of her mooing or her distraught face, Caretaker seemed to have read her thoughts. “Oh, you thought you could empty yourself already? No way, girl, this water stays inside you for the night! You need the hydration.”
“Mooooo?!” The whole night?! How was she supposed to sleep with a grotesquely swollen belly full with water? This was insane! “But… but Caretaker knows best!” she thought, as if that would explain anything. “Why.. why did I…” Suddenly, she yawned. Even that sounded like a breathy “moooo”. With eyes already drooping, she looked at Caretaker whose body suddenly seemed to bend and wave ever so slightly. “Don’t worry, little cow, we made sure you will have a nice, deep sleep. There’s more in your belly now than water, y’know?”
At that, she felt her legs getting weak and fell to her knees, then lost her balance and slumped sideways on the floor, right onto the filthy spot. The sudden movement sent a ripple through the water inside her, but the resulting pain registered only dimly. “Rest now, 87, you have a busy day tomorrow. No more special treatment for you, newbie.” The last words were ringing in her ears as Cow 87 lost consciousness.
[ANALYSIS OF MENTAL PERFORMANCE. IDENTIFICATION WITH HUMAN CONCEPTS STILL EXCEEDS PROGRAM PARAMETERS. SOLUTION: OVERWRITING PERSONAL PRONOUN FIRST PERSON SINGULAR WITH THIRD PERSON SINGULAR CASE AND GENERAL TERM “THIS COW” TO FACILITATE FASTER SELF IDENTIFICATION WITH TARGET SPECIES. IDENTIFYING AND ADJUSTING KEY MEMORIES FOR PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT.]