Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 19
Puffycunt woke up with a start, and blinked.
“Dis…. dis kow… hat… hat dat sleap… bad sleap when agan…” she reflected, each thought emerging slowly and laboriously. Without a sense of language, the words had become twisted and simplified. “In de… de when… dis kow… run…. run a wey… wey from…. from de fawm… and den… den dis kow… dis kow meat… meat dis… dis bad…. bad nod cawtakaw… and den… den…” Her hairless brows suddenly furrowed. Then she shook her head. The thought was gone from her mind. And the nightmare had already faded. She slowly got up, her heavy, full udders swaying. “dis kow… kow neet… neet to… to ged… ged mihlkt!” she thought and started to moo. She had forgotten why she mooed shortly after, but continued anyway. After all, her herd was mooing and she was one of them, wasn’t she?
When Caretaker opened her stall, her mooing changed in pitch. From a needy deep “MoooOOOO!” to a happy, welcoming “MOOOoooo!” Caretaker just told her to shut up and she did immediately. She wasn’t hurt that he hadn’t reciprocated, Caretaker was always right and she was a good cow, so she thought happy thoughts. Like how she would give milk and suck her beloved feeding cock in just a short when.
Sure enough, Puffycunt was soon in heaven as her gigantic udders where emptied while she sucked every last drop out of the feeding cock. Both the dildo and the wall and the cups on the milking machine as well as the container into which her milk was emptied had increased significantly in size since her first day, but without any frame of reference, Puffycunt wasn’t aware of it.
However, she was aware that she wasn’t allowed to cum this time, as the Caretaker didn’t say the magic words to make it happen. “Bud… bud dis… dis kow… neet… rewawt… neet cummi… cummi so… soooo baaat…dis kow… kow neet… neet be moar… moar goot kow… suk kok moar…. moar goot… mak…. mak milkh…. milkh moar goot… den dis… dis kow will… will ged…. ged rewawt…. negst… negst when…. forshoa.”
The thought made Puffycunt feel better, although the sexual frustration still made her rub her thighs together helplessly, squishing the sopping wet labia together that she owed her name to, while her tail swished left and right under her impossibly round butt cheeks. Then the thought was gone again and she followed Caretaker out her stall eagerly, clear fluid running down her legs and dripping on the floor, while her cowbell clanged merrily with every step.
After the cows had been cleaned and their enemas were evacuated, Caretaker addressed the herd: “Listen up, you horny sluts, I want you to show me your very best side today! The owner is coming to visit us later! Remember that, you stupid cows!”
[ORDER RECEIVED, OVERWRITING CURRENT DEVOTIONAL IMPERATIVE]
Puffycunt felt a giddiness inside herself at Caretaker’s words. The Owner? The word had no clear meaning to her, but it created images of devotion and love that outshined even the instinctual obedience and affection towards Caretaker. There was a strange almost-memory of the word as well, but it sunk into the murky puddle of her mind almost immediately. Strangely enough, although she had forgotten the speech as such as she was led outside with her herd, she was still very much aware that The Owner was coming and felt a constant thrill of anticipation which soon mingled with the ever present horniness in her confused head.
It wasn’t until after doing her rounds in the corral and being taken to the other enclosure to rest that The Owner finally arrived. Puffycunt didn’t realize it at first. WIth her poor eyesight, she only reacted as she felt the rest of her herd, or at least the ones whose visions weren’t similarly affected, suddenly get up from their resting spots and approach the gate while mooing excitedly.
Puffycunt followed automatically, her herd instinct taking over. It was only when she was between the other cows which were pushing their armless bodies together to get the best place at the gate, squeezing their larger udders against one another, their cowbells clanging in a cacophony of noise. Caretaker and Caretaker had to use their cattle prods to clear the gate, although none of her sisters were hurt, the fear of the stick was more than enough to drive them apart, making way for someone.
When it opened, a man entered the enclosure. To Puffycunt’s poor vision, it was as if he had appeared out of thin air. In reality, he had simply waited behind the caretakers. At his sight, all cows suddenly stopped moving and looked at him with large eyes, Puffycunt included. Although she had never seen him before, she immediately identified him as The Owner. Unlike Caretaker, his face was clearly visible. More than that, every line and every pore seemed to etch itself into her mind. He was older, with grey streaks in his black hair but his blue eyes were full of vitality. His thin mouth had a certain cruelty to it, but crow’s feet around his eyes told of a sense of humour too. Puffycunt’s impression was a lot simpler though. To her, he was simply perfection personified. Any previous concepts of attractiveness, however vague now, paled into insignificance in comparison to The Owner and her already constant arousal was supercharged into a state of near edging just looking at him. Still, an almost religious awe kept her in check so she found herself standing almost completely still, even as more and more fluid ran down her legs.
Smiling, The Owner walked past the cows, inspecting some on the way. He felt their udders, pinched their nipples and slapped their asses playfully. Every time one of the cows got touched by him, they shuddered and mooed softly, eyes closed and muzzle open. Puffycunt understood why when it was her turn. Every touch of The Owner sent a shock through her body, but instead of the painful shock of the cattle prods, the “zapzap” to Puffycunt, it was a feeling of pure arousal, like a small orgasm that was triggered every single time, from outside instead of within.
But Puffycunt still couldn’t come and didn’t dare to move.
“Yes, this one is perfect, the best cow of this herd. That’s the one I’ll take to the fair.”
[ADDRESS BY OWNER DETECTED. LOOPED EVERY FIVE MINUTES TO FACILITATE RETENTION. EXTERNAL PRAISE DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE.]
Puffycunt’s knees almost buckled. She didn’t know what a “faere” was, but she knew that The Owner had chosen her. “Dis kow… kow… is de mohst goot kow!” she thought triumphantly.
[SELF AFFIRMATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE.]
The rush the voice gave her made her moo and proudly, she pushed her udders forward and arched her back so her ass was displayed even more prominently, prancing from one hoof to the other on the spot, tail swishing, bell clanging. The edges of her muzzle twitched in what could almost be called a smile, then her face went back to its default state of dumb confusion.
“Looks like she can’t wait for it, too!” The Owner said and laughed together with the caretakers.
Puffycunt was disappointed when The Owner didn’t accompany them back to the barn. The herd was back to their routine again, including getting milked, feeding and of course, the enema. She was up to five litres now, with her belly being bloated until she looked like she was in an advanced level of pregnancy. To her it just felt natural however, her intestines having become used to the stress of long term inflation. In the meantime, her mind returned to what The Owner had said over and over again. She forgot about it occasionally, but then she could hear His voice in her head again.
[YES, THIS ONE IS PERFECT, THE BEST COW OF THIS HERD. THAT’S THE ONE I’LL TAKE TO THE FAIR.]
After the Caretaker had left, again without letting her come, she tried to find sleep but found it hard. Not because of her bloated stomach, her red, engorged nipples that were as big as beer cans now or even her dripping, puffy pussy that pulsed with sexual need. All of those had become part of her daily life and Puffycunt had long ago learned to ignore it at least long enough so she could find some sleep. What kept her awake was the giddiness and anticipation of the “faere” which Puffycunt was sure had to be waiting in the next when. Finally, her exhaustion won though and she fell asleep.
[OWNER IDENTIFIED AS PRIMARY REFERENCE OF AUTHORITY. INDUCING SUGGESTIVE DREAM STATE TO STRENGTHEN OWNER-COW BOND.]
Puffycunt was in a barn, but it was a particularly nice one, with large, colorful windows and a high ceiling. Her short sightedness was gone for the moment, but she didn’t even notice that. She was standing with other cows in rows before a raised platform, where Caretaker was talking. Puffycunt looked right and could see her dam, who listened attentively. She had an impressive set of udders and the same white and brown pattern as Puffycunt. Looking down her own body, she could also see that her udders had just begun to develop and were only about as big as her head each. Which meant that she was just a calf, not even a heifer yet.
She looked to the front again, because Caretaker was always right and she was a good cow, so she listened. He was talking about The Owner and how He had created all cows and how He loved all cows and He made sure Caretaker cared about all cows and how He would one day decide the worth of each cow at the Day of the Fair. Puffycunt listened with rapt attention. Everything that was said about The Owner immediately became an unshakable truth in her head. Together with her dam and the other cows she loudly announced her understanding: “Mooooooooooo!!!”