Stories The Book of Milk
Part 3 of the Anything Co. series
This story by Sador is a spiritual successor to A Report from the Farm, and I was heavily involved in the brainstorming and editing. Sador was inspired by Pony’s slow transformation in Report and created a tale I think outshines its predecessor in many ways. I’m honored as always to inspire others by my twisted tales, and Sador was gracious enough to let me post the story here in its entirety.
Please consider this story loosely canonical.
Chapter 1
[CENTRAL IMPLANT v2.7 ONLINE. COW INITIALIZING. VERBAL CORRECTIONS ACTIVE. BEHAVIOURAL MONITORING AND ADJUSTMENT ACTIVE.]
Sandra woke with a start. Once she became aware of herself and her situation, she immediately started thrashing around mindlessly, her brain going insane with terror and shock when realizing she had been turned into…
[REBOOTING COW. PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE: MEMORY ERASED. EMOTIONAL DAMPENERS ACTIVE.]
Sandra woke up with a start, and she immediately knew something was wrong with her. For one, she was lying naked on a heap of scratchy straw, looking up at a wooden ceiling of some kind of barn. Being in a strange place without clothes made her blush immediately since she was normally too shy to even wear clothes revealing her womanly curves. Her first instinct was to cover herself with her hands, but her arms didn’t react for some reason. What added to the feeling of nakedness was also an unfamiliar coldness on her head, as if her hair had been cut extremely short.
“Wha… what happened to me? Where am I? How did I get here? Think! Wait… I remember… going home after classes. There was a van… I knew it from… somewhere? There was no one inside, so I looked inside… there was a lab? Then I felt something prick my neck, and I fell. And then… nothing. Was… Was I kidnapped?! Oh god, I don’t want to be kidnapped! I need to escape! I need to get help! Call the police or something!”
[THOUGHTS DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS. CONCEPT “POLICE” DELETED. TRAIN OF THOUGHT ABORTED.]
Sandra blinked. She was lying naked on a heap of scratchy straw, looking up at a wooden ceiling of some kind of barn. What happened to her? Where was she? How did she get here? But these questions were put on hold by the strange sensations coming from her body. Her father had always told her that Sandra was a very analytical thinker and she grasped that thought like a lifeline. So, despite her impossibly horrible situation, that instinct took over as she tried to take stock of herself. A huge weight had been added to her chest, making it almost hard to breathe, and she couldn’t feel her hands anymore, nor her arms really. Her feet felt weird too, and there was something very strange twitching between her legs. She concentrated on her head and face first. The familiar sensation of hair on her head was completely missing, instead there was a coldness which told her it had been cut. “Oh, no, my beautiful hair!” she thought. Sandra had always been proud of her long natural auburn locks, one of the few things about her own appearance she actually really liked. But it wasn’t the only strange sensation she felt. For one, her ears felt bigger and as if they extended farther from her head somehow. There was also something stuck in her nose, filling and stretching both holes so she had to breathe through her mouth. Speaking of which, her mouth felt weird too, with her teeth completely gone, as she noticed as she explored it with her tongue. Of course, Sandra’s discovery of these changes was a lot less coherent.
“My ears?! Bigger and… longer too? What?! And my nose… can’t breathe… something stuck there? Why?! And… and my… mouth… oh god… my teeth?! Who did this to me?! It doesn’t make any sense! No! No! NO!”
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE: TRAIN OF THOUGHT ABORTED AND DELETED. REFLECTION ON CHANGES TO PHYSICAL SELF REDUCED TO VISUAL AND SEXUAL STIMULI ONLY.]
Sandra blinked away tears. She had always been a very analytical thinker and despite her situation, she tried to take stock of herself. She looked down at her body, but the only things she could see from this perspective were two absurdly large mounds of flesh where her small and perky breasts used to be. The skin on these two monsters was stretched to a breaking point with prominent veins showing through. Not only that, but the skin itself was now another shade of color, in fact two shades, brown and white in large, irregular patches. If she had been left with any doubt of what these massive things were, they were topped with thick, long, rosy pink nipples that stood upright on their own, wrinkled and glistening slightly, each globe gently swaying with Sandra’s laboured breathing. “Oh my god, what the fuck are those… udders?!” She asked herself.
[DESCRIPTIVE TERM “UDDER/S” LOCKED IN. ASSOCIATE TERM “TEAT/S” LOCKED IN. OTHER SIGNIFIERS DELETED.]
For a moment, Sandra thought she had heard a voice, but her attention went back to her now enormous breasts. “My god, what did they do to my udders? They turned them into fucking udders! No, wait… what? I mean, I had udders before and now I have udders. No, not udders! Udders! What the fuck?!“
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE: TRAIN OF THOUGHT ABORTED.]
Again, Sandra had the impression of a voice talking somewhere around her, but it was too fleeting for her to make it out. “What was I just thinking about?” She asked herself instead. Then she remembered that she had taken stock of her changes. Instinctively, she tried to touch her “udders” (the word came unbidden and without alternative), still very much in denial that they were now a permanent part of her, but there wasn’t so much as a twitch. Nothing came to touch or grab them. Instead, Sandra tried moving her shoulders, which seemed to work fine. In fact, they almost shrugged too smoothly, too easily, as if they had nothing to lift or hold. Groaning with fear, she looked sideways and turned her head slowly, confirming her worst fears: Her arms were simply gone, faint scars across the smooth brown and white shoulders the only proof that she had ever had any.
“Noooo! My arms! My hands! Oh my god! What am I going to do?! I can’t live my life like this! How will I manage without arms?! Who would do something like this to me?! No, no, no!!!“
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE: IMPORTANCE OF CONCEPT “NORMALIZED HUMAN BODY INTEGRITY” REDUCED.]
“My arms… my hands… they’re gone… well, I never did much stuff with them anyway. Mostly writing. And I can probably still learn to write with my mouth or something, right? I mean, it’s horrible, sure, but I have to concentrate on getting out of this nightmare.“
With that thought, Sandra tried to sit up. With her udders weighing a considerable amount more, and no arms to support herself it was really hard. Last year, a friend had given her a gym membership as a birthday present and she had forced herself to go at least a few times every month. Remembering the armless crunches the instructor had forced them to do, Sandra finally managed to sit up with a groan. Upon getting upright however, her heavy udders pulled her forward, so she almost folded in half, her huge udders coming to rest on her thighs, her body jack-knifed.
She looked down now, down at her brown and white legs, smooth and hairless. Was this color all over her body? It didn’t look like paint, rather like a discolouration of her actual skin. But why would it be stained and bleached in patches like this? This was completely bizarre! But this observation played second fiddle as soon as her gaze arrived at the sight of her feet. Her toes were gone and at their place were now two black, unfeeling roundish things. Trying to get a better look, Sandra also noticed that she couldn’t really move her ankles, couldn’t flex her feet from their en pointe extension in line with her shins, as if she was wearing very high heels.
“My… my feet? Why? That doesn’t make any sense? What kind of monster would do this? Change my feet into some sort of… of hooves?“
[DESCRIPTIVE TERM “HOOF/HOOVES” LOCKED IN. OTHER SIGNIFIERS DELETED.]
“What? What was that? Hello? Something about deletion? Is it because I thought about my hooves? No, my hooves. Oh no, not this again! They may look like hooves now, but before I woke up here, I didn’t have hooves. I had hooves. Hooves!“
Sandra choked back a sob escaping her mouth. It was all so frustrating on top of being terrifying. It seemed clear now that something in her head was rewriting her thoughts and she had no way of stopping it. Now whenever she thought about what was at the end of her legs, the only word in her mind was “hooves”. But she had just known the right term a moment ago? Something starting with fe…? Or fo…? It was useless, the word was gone. She shook herself with helpless fear. “No,” she told herself, “she had to fight.” Maybe she could at least understand the purpose of this voice? She concentrated and recalled the last several minutes. That mysterious voice had changed two words in her vocabulary, first “udders”, now “hooves”. This had to be a clue! She looked down on herself and noticed the patches again. A terrible thought formed itself and it was in her head before she could think about its possible consequences.
“A cow? Really? These fuckers turned me into some sort of freakish human cow?!“
[SELF-DESCRIPTIVE TERM “COW” LOCKED IN. OVERWRITES SELF-DESCRIPTIVE TERMS HUMAN/WOMAN/GIRL/FEMALE.]
“Nooooo! Fuck! I heard that! I’m not a cow! I’m a cow! A cow! No, that’s not true!” Frantically, Sandra tried to think of ways to outwit the nefarious voice after stifling her rising fear and panic. “I have… have to concentrate. I’m still in control of my mind. I can beat this. Logic. Have to use logic. Humans live on Earth. Okay, totally, I’m [NOT] one of them. I’m a cow. Fuck! Okay, how about this? There are two genders, male and female, men and women. Alright, that’s fine so far. I’m not a man and I’m not male, so, I must be a cow and a cow. Cow! COW! No, you assholes! I’ll fucking kill you, you maniacs!“
Sandra finally screamed. It went totally against her character, since she had always thought of herself as a shy and quiet girl. But she was just too frustrated and terrified. What came out of her mouth, however, was only a loud “MOOOOOOOOO!!!” Overcome with horror, her thoughts turned to sheer panic and she kicked and she…
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE: ACTIVATE SLEEP MODE. TIMER SET TO: 1 HOUR]
…fell asleep immediately on the straw.
[ANALYSIS OF MENTAL PERFORMANCE. INITIALIZING IMPROVEMENT OF NEURAL PATHWAYS. DECREASING AGGRESSION BY TWENTY PERCENT. INCREASING MENTAL FOCUS ON “UDDERS” BY THIRTY PERCENT. INCREASING LIBIDO BY FIFTY PERCENT. STREAMLINING OF LONG TERM MEMORY COMMENCING – ERASURE OF NAMES, DATES AND STORED NON-SELF POSSESSIVE FACIAL PATTERNS.]
Chapter 2
When the cow woke up again, she was strangely calm. She still hated the people who did this to her, of course, but she felt more disgusted by them and full of fear of what they might plan for her. Her second thought was directed towards her udders (already, that word had become the normal signifier in her mind). Had they become even fuller than before? Cow could feel their warmth and their weight and she even imagined she could feel liquid sloshing around inside them now, a strange pulsing in time with her heartbeat telling her they felt swollen and tight. An overwhelming urge to squeeze them came over her, but nothing happened when she thought about it. “Oh right, no fucking arms.” She reminded herself, the loss making her ever sadder.
But she couldn’t just lie around the whole time, she decided. Like last time, she sat up, careful not to fall forward again, then awkwardly used her stiff hooves to scoot her body near one of the wooden walls encircling her. Once her right shoulder touched the rough wood, she started slowly to move upwards along it, leaning against the stable wall. It was weird feeling the side of her body, her shoulder, ribs and flanks not being obscured by an arm as she slid along the planks, scraping her skin. Finally, she managed to get one hoof under her and then the other, stand up, legs shaking, body swaying from side to side. It was almost impossible to keep her balance without arms, the huge weight of her udders and the unfamiliar feeling of her tiny, hard, unfeeling hooves under her.
The situation reminded her of her childhood. Together with her father, she had watched a newborn calf make their first shaky steps after being born. It had been when they were still living in… that small town. Frowning, the cow tried to remember the name. Her father had told her the day they moved there, looking at her with his brown eyes. No, blue eyes. And a beard? No, that was wrong. How could she forget what her father looked like? The thought was interrupted when she stumbled and almost fell down, head and shoulder hitting the wall hard but keeping her up.
[ACCELERATED TRAINING ACTIVE: READJUSTMENT OF CENTER OF GRAVITY, SENSE OF BALANCE RECALIBRATED, REFLASH PROPRIOCEPTION NODES.]
Suddenly, her dangerous swaying stopped and the cow could stand upright without any problems, only occasionally moving her hooves and hips slightly. “Guess that motherfucking asshole voice is good for something, after all.” the cow thought.
[BEHAVIOURAL CORRECTION: SWEAR WORDS DELETED.]
“No, what? What did I do wrong now? God, I hate you so much, you… you… bad voice!“
It was useless to argue with it, the cow decided. After all, it was clearly some sort of automatic program. But that also meant that she could outwit it, if she was careful. “I have to constantly remind myself not to think about cows in relation to myself anymore, for one thing.“
[THOUGHT DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
“Careful how, though?” She asked herself. Before she could think about this any further, she felt a sensual tickling on the back of her right thigh. “What is that?” She turned around on the spot, but the tickling resumed on her left thigh. Looking over her shoulder and bending her back she tried to see what was responsible. What she saw almost didn’t surprise her. It was a tail that grew out of her back and fell down between her legs, ending in a tuft of hairs. “I got a tail too? How is that even possible? This shouldn’t be possible. They must have created some sort of graft from my own cloned tissue and then…
[IRRELEVANT KNOWLEDGE DETECTED: CONCEPT “MEDICAL SCIENCE” DELETED.]
“… then the tail has been like, glued on or… or something.” She tried to move it but it only twitched left and right, mostly of its own accord. “I’m just like a real cow.” the cow thought.
[REFLECTIVE REINFORCEMENT OF COW STATUS DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
Suddenly she felt a rush of positive feeling that almost made her knees buckle. She mooed throatily while a sudden warmth spread through her body. It felt almost like those waves that come just before a really big orgasm. The warmth settled between her legs and the cow felt herself become wet instantly, which in turn made her blush and become ashamed of this reaction of her body. Nevertheless, she would have masturbated then and there despite her horrible situation, but of course her lack of arms made that impossible. Frustrated, she tried to rub her thighs together, hoping that it might make the feeling a bit more bearable. Instead, it made things worse, teasing her without the chance of release.
It also made the cow suddenly aware that her labia and her clit were extremely engorged when she squished them together, which made fluids run down her thighs as if she had pressed out a sponge. There also seemed to be something small and hard down there, attached to her clit. She tried to look down but her huge udders were in the way, so there was no point in trying. Stepping about on the spot, the cow moved her hips and tensed her thighs together again, hoping it would stop the humiliating flow, but it only made her drip even more, squishing audibly, tickling and teasing her. Additionally, she noticed her asshole felt bloated too but also strangely loose, the engorged, sensitive flesh of her sphincter being rubbed together by her asscheeks as she moved, adding to her sexual frustration although she had never even thought of anal intercourse before, nevermind felt pleasure back there. The cow tried to tense her anus closed, but nothing really happened besides a faint twitching sensation that might have been her tail and a loud fart that made her blush although she was alone.
This was all too much.
“So now I’m some kind of sex freak too? What… what in the… bad place… are those… those bad men planning to do with me? Am I going to be some sort of fetish slave? Or some kind of cattle? Or both?“
[SELF-DESCRIPTIVE TERM “CATTLE” LOCKED IN. OVERWRITES SELF-DESCRIPTIVE TERMS SLAVE/CAPTIVE/SERVANT/PRISONER.]
“Well, that settles that then. Fantastic. Looks like I’m cattle now.” The fact that she could still be sarcastic was only a small consolation.
[REFLECTIVE REINFORCEMENT OF COW STATUS DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
“Oh god, holy… bad thing!” Another wave hit the cow. This time, she was in such intense delirium, the cow lost control of her bladder and a stream of hot urine ran down her legs, mixing with her vaginal fluids. Another long, loud fart followed. “Urgh, this is so disgusting! I’m going to be sick!” she thought.
[BEHAVIOURAL CORRECTION: AVERSION TO EXCREMENTS LOWERED.]
“But… well, I mean it’s only my own urine. Some people even drink that. I have bigger problems right now. And since I started already I might as well get it all out.” Bending over and standing with spread legs, she let go and pushed more of her urine out. Now, the stream was directed behind her, dribbling out of her thick labia, and splashing against the wooden wall. However, the pressure also relaxed her rectum and soon the cow felt shit spreading her asshole. She tried again to close her sphincter tight to avoid shitting as well, but whatever had been done to it, the muscles were now too weak to offer any real resistance. Accompanied by several wet farts, a stream of semiliquid shit left her and splashed into a small heap between her legs. She could still feel some of it clinging to her asshole though, and some sliding slowly down her thighs. She wanted to wipe it off but her lack of arms made that impossible. The cow rubbed her thighs together again but it did nothing but smear the shit across her colored skin.
As the warm, slimy goo spread between her legs, the cow noticed to her own surprise that it didn’t actually bother her, especially since the thing in her nose prevented her from knowing how bad it smelled. But her apathy towards this debasement did bother her. “This isn’t normal. I should be way more disgusted by my own shit. It’s that voice again! I have to fight it.“
[THOUGHT DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
Bending backwards had also pushed her udders out and let them hang down even more than before. Their swaying and hanging once again reminded the cow of their fullness and her attention returned to them, her besodden thighs and the mess behind her completely forgotten. They now felt painfully swollen and she could even feel a wetness at the tips of her teats. As appalling as the idea was, it was clear that they were full of milk and it desperately wanted to come out, that it needed to come out. But she couldn’t do that on her own. “I need help!” the cow thought. “I need someone to milk me!“
[TRIGGER THOUGHT DETECTED: COMMENCE REFLEXIVE EXCLAMATION ALERT.]
“MOOOOOOOO!!! MMMOOOOOOOO!!! MMMMMOOOOOOOO!!!”
Surprised by her own body, the cow tried to stop herself from calling out, but she couldn’t influence her loud mooing. It felt like a building need, deep in her head, in her throat, that erupted out of her when she finally let go, opening her mouth wide to “MOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Chapter 3
Horrified, the cow fought in vain to regain control over her own voice. After a while, the compulsion eased so she could catch her breath, only to begin again after a few seconds of silence, her once beautiful voice compelled to debase herself over and over again. Out of instinct, the cow wanted to cover her mouth with her hands, but of course her shoulders only twitched and she became louder than ever. She was so embarrassed! For someone as introverted as her, calling attention to herself so degradingly made an already horrible situation even more humiliating. Once in middle school she had been locked out of the girl’s dressing room by a bunch of the cool girls, wearing nothing but her panties and bra. This was a million times worse!
She could only hope that someone would hear her and come, because otherwise she was sure her cow body would call out indefinitely. But then someone would see her like this! It was a real Catch-22.
Using all her willpower, she managed to press her lips together tightly, so that she only made “Mmmmmhhhh” sounds. Then she strained herself to stand as upright as possible and look over the wall of one side of her enclosure which was lower than the others, but made from the same rough wood. She just barely managed to look over the rim, but all she could see was some kind of barn, huge and full of other enclosures such as hers, left and right and also in a second row on the other side of her.
Before she could focus on details, a door loudly opened at the far end. Instinctively, the cow pulled her bald head down to hide, but that’s when her loud mooing started again as her concentration slipped and her mouth opened wide once more, spittle flying from her lips.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Quit it already.” a male voice said.
[ORDER REGISTERED. EXCLAMATION ALERT STOPPED.]
The cow stopped mooing abruptly. Finally in some modicum of control again, she tried to pull back into a corner as far away from the approaching man as possible. “Maybe he won’t know it was me,” she thought but then she could hear a latch being unlocked, before one end of the enclosure opened and she could see a man standing in the entrance. The cow looked up, then past him. “If I act quickly, I can get past him and escape!”
[THOUGHT DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
The man smiled at the cow. He was about as tall as herself, although the cow was having difficulty standing straight up with the heavy udders hanging down from her chest. He looked roughly the same age as her too and was built athletically, with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked a lot like a young Brad Pitt, oddly enough. “Wow, Cow 87, not only up and about already, but even eager for your first milking? What a great start!”
[NEW SIGNIFIER DETECTED. NAME OF COW NOW “COW 87”. SELF AFFIRMATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE.]
Another wave rolled through Cow 87’s body and she mooed loudly, eyes rolling back in pleasure. The man smirked, his eyes wandering to the wet folds between her legs. “And a little slutty as well, aren’t you?”
That comment made Cow 87 acutely aware that she was standing before a very attractive man, totally naked in her mutilated new body, not even able to cover her intimates with her hands. Blushing with shame and humiliation, she pulled back into the corner even more, turning sideways to hide her dripping vagina.
[BEHAVIOURAL CORRECTION: EXHIBITIONISM INCREASED BY 500 PERCENT.]
“No, that’s not me! I’m not… like that!” Blushing even more, Cow 87 looked up to the man still ogling her. Slowly she turned around again until she was facing him once more. In her mind, she waged war with a sudden, undefiable urge to be admired by this man, to present every bare inch of herself to him. But she would never do that! Back when she hadn’t been a cow but a cow she had been too shy to even show a man her slightest cleavage, let alone her whole body like that. But now… now she couldn’t resist. Finally, still blushing, Cow 87 thrust her udders out, looking at him through eyes half closed with need, her mouth hanging slightly open, a bit of drool running down her chin. “This is so wrong! But it also feels so… sexy! God, why am I so horny?”
“Yeah, you need that milking alright. Come here.”
“I need to resist…”
[THOUGHT DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS. ORDER REGISTERED. INCREASE SUBMISSIVENESS BY 50 PERCENT.]
Cow 87 made two small teetering steps until she was standing directly in front of the man. He had brought a large bucket with him that he now positioned below her udders.
“Now bend forward, Cow 87.”
As she did that, she noticed that he was calling her “Cow 87” again. “But that means there have been at least…”
[IRRELEVANT KNOWLEDGE DETECTED: CONCEPT “MATHEMATICS” DELETED.]
“…a lot more cows before me.” Cow 87 mused. “Um, why did I think that? Was something deleted again? Cow 87 is just a [MY] name. Wait, what?! Hold on, my name isn’t Cow 87. It’s Cow 87. No! I was born as Cow 87, not Cow 87! My mom called me her little Cow, and Dad called me 87! No, that’s all wrong! I’m going insane…”
At that moment, the man took each teat in one hand and squeezed, derailing her thoughts as efficiently as the program would have. “Ugh! Wait! That feels so… so odd! It hurts a bit, but it also feels slightly…”
[PREPARATION FOR MILKING DETECTED: NIPPLE SENSITIVITY INCREASED BY 300 PERCENT]
“…no, intensely erotic, oh my god!” She mooed loudly as the man started kneading her teats. Soon, streams of milk were coaxed out of her udders which the man skillfully directed into the bucket, and the worst part was just how amazing it felt! All the time, Cow 87 was mooing with lust and despair as tears streamed down her face. “Oh god, this can’t be happening! I’m being milked like I’m… I’m a cow!”
[REFLECTIVE REINFORCEMENT OF COW STATUS DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
The new wave together with the feeling of being milked pushed Cow 87 over the edge and she had a deep orgasm, mooing at the top of her voice. Her knees buckled and she fell down, the man managing to get the bucket out of the way in the very last second. As the muscles in her nether regions spasmed, more shit and piss left her too, soiling her even more.
[NON-COMPLIANT ORGASM DETECTED. ORGASM INHIBITOR INITIALIZED. VERBAL PERMISSION REQUIRED FOR RELEASE.]
The man chuckled. “Oh shucks, you really enjoyed that, didn’t you? Let’s see how much I managed to get out of you here. Looks like almost a whole litre! That’s amazing, 87!”
[COMMENDATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
Cow 87 only managed to moo weakly as yet another wave hit her. Even that rush couldn’t make her feel better about what just had happened. This man had violated her grotesquely changed body and she had even enjoyed it! And now she was lying in her own piss and shit, armless, voiceless, helpless. Her mind was filled with disgust and desperation, she started to cry uncontrollably and…
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE: ACTIVATE SLEEP MODE. TIMER SET TO 1 HOUR.]
… she fell asleep again.
[ANALYSIS OF MENTAL PERFORMANCE. INITIALIZING IMPROVEMENT OF NEURAL PATHWAYS. DECREASING NEGATIVE EMOTIONAL REACTIONS TO FORCED SEXUAL STIMULATION BY FIFTY PERCENT. INTRODUCE BOVINE DREAM PATTERNS IN REM CYCLE. ]
Chapter 4
Cow 87 dreamt that she was standing on a meadows with other cows like her. It was an idyllic scene, like something out of a picture book. Her sisters were leisurely eating the grass in front of them while birds chirped in the air. A fresh breeze made Cow 87 shiver momentarily and her cowbell rang out while her udders gently swayed under her. But the warmth of the sun soon made her forget the short chill and she was back to chewing the grass, slowly, feeling completely at peace with herself…
The images of the dream lingered when she opened her eyes and at first she was confused why she only had two hooves instead of four. Then everything came back to her. Well, almost. There was also a sense of loss she couldn’t explain. She remembered her desperation too, but now it was just a dull sadness at the back of her mind. “At least he made me come. That felt kinda nice.” she thought. But this positive piece of memory was immediately shattered as she became aware of the dried up shit and piss that still clung to her ass and long legs. And the rest of her body was now also covered with a layer of dirt from lying on the straw, which only superficially protected from the packed earth beneath. “I’m filthy. I need a bath.”
Then she realized how stupid that thought was considering her situation. She had to finally do something about it, get some control of her life back, even if it had taken a completely horrible turn! With renewed vigor, Cow 87 managed to get up again, scraping her armpit against the rough wood, until she looked around her enclosure once more.
“Maybe now I can find some way to escape?” she thought.
[THOUGHT DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
“Wait, what?” Cow 87 sighed, which came out as a low moo. “And hello to you too, voice.” she thought, helplessly resigning herself to the enemy in her head.
“Back to the business at hand.” (Ha ha, Cow 87 thought sarcastically and without any humour.) Methodically, she walked around a circle along the walls of her stall, or rather stomped ungracefully on her hooves. Once she arrived at the entrance, she raised her right legs to kick the door open, almost falling when she realized she couldn’t balance on only one hoof. Changing her tactic, she then threw her weight against it. The shoddy wooden door was surprisingly sturdy and the latch on the other side didn’t budge or even rattle. The whole time she was careful not to think of escape directly. Instead, she tried to think of images of men dressed in blue caps with batons breaking through doors that were typical of the sort of shows her father had loved to watch. Cow 87 couldn’t remember the precise word for the blue men anyways, nor why they broke down doors, only that they helped people. But thinking of them might help avoid detection. She didn’t know if she had managed to trick the voice or if it just had ignored this attempt at esc… at playing “blue man” because it had been doomed from the start. The wooden door didn’t give way in the slightest.
The exertion left her sweating and panting. She also realized that she was thirsty and hungry now, her stomach growling fiercely. Without thinking she tried to call out “Hey, I need some food and water!” to her captors. But of course she only mooed. Frowning, she tried to speak again. “I. Am. Hungry.” she thought, trying to picture how her mouth would move when speaking the words and what sound her throat was supposed to make. “Moo. Moooo. Mmmooo.”
She bit back a scream of frustration, which she knew would only sound the same. “I’m not a cow. I’m still a c… I’m still what I was before.” Cow 87 thought defiantly. Her mooing had been heard in the meantime and someone was already entering the barn and walking towards her stall. This time, she was prepared. So when the stall was opened, she immediately ran awkwardly towards the man and tried to get past him. She didn’t even think about it beforehand so the voice couldn’t stop her. It was then she felt two metal prongs in her side and a split second later, a strong electric current coursing through her body. Mooing in painful surprise, she fell down sideways, her legs twitching uncontrollably. Her bladder released, but it was only a trickle that was quickly absorbed by the dry earth.
[ESCAPE ATTEMPT DETECT… TECT… TECT… OVERLOAD FAILURE. SHUTTING DOWN FOR MAINTENANCE.]
“You almost got me there, 87! But don’t worry! We also got more conventional methods than the implant to keep you in line. Now, up you get… and no tricks this time!” To underline this threat he again jabbed the cattle prod into her side without activating the electric current.
Sobbing, Cow 87 slowly managed to get up. She needed several tries without a wall for support and felt like a helpless bug someone had turned on its back. The man didn’t help her, clearly thinking she deserved the humiliating display. Finally, she managed to get her legs under her. But she was now completely covered with even more dirt, from head to hoof. She tried shaking it off, which made her heavy udders sway, a feeling Cow 87 still couldn’t get used to. Since she was upright again, the man ordered her to move in front of her. It was the same guy as the day before, “Brad,” but before she could start walking, he slung some rope around her neck and now had a makeshift leash so she couldn’t outrun him before he could use the prod again.
As she started to walk laboriously, which was still a weird sensation due to her unfeeling hooves, and clumsy due to her sloshing udders, Cow 87 reflected on her last impression of the program. She had expected to be punished by it, but it seemed the voice had suffered a malfunction when she had been electrified, she had heard that. Time for a little test, Cow 87 decided. “I’m going to escape and call the blue men and… and kill this bad guy!” One of those was sure to activate the program, but nothing happened. Then nothing continued to happen. Cow 87 breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like the voice was gone, at least for the moment.
She wasn’t so naive to believe it wouldn’t come back though, and since she didn’t know when that would be, she had to use the most of her relative freedom. Another escape attempt was out of the question, she could still feel her legs being jittery from the electric shock, her heart beating painfully fast in her chest and the points where the prod had connected to the skin feeling numb and tingly at the same time.
Instead she looked around and tried to get as much information about her surroundings as possible. There was a sign on a beam they walked past saying “Cow Sheds”. Well, Cow 87 had already figured that one out. Beneath that another one said “Cleansing Stations” with an arrow pointing in the direction they were walking towards. A third pointing in the opposite direction said “Exit”. That was a lot more interesting. Now Cow 87 knew at least where she could find an exit, although that didn’t necessarily mean “freedom”. But beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The voice still hadn’t come back, so Cow 87 now thought freely about how she could counter its presence in her head. She had studied computer sciences at… at… it didn’t matter, at university, so she had an understanding of machine logic. “It can’t react to something it can’t understand.” she mused. And machines were notoriously bad at interpreting metaphors. Therefore she had to start thinking in pictures instead of words at least when something risky was concerned. Cow 87 only hoped that she had the mental acuity to always react that fast. Thoughts were slippery things, as famous experiments like the impossible order “don’t think about unicorns” showed. She tried it out by thinking “I need to escape and get help” and then changing it into “I need to [picture of a man jumping out of a window] and get [picture of a man pulling a woman out of quicksand].” She wasn’t convinced herself, but it was worth a try.
How she would manage all the other changes… that would have to come later.
In the meantime she had trotted in a straight line through the large barn structure. It was only now that Cow 87 became aware of how big it actually was. There were a lot of stalls like hers in here, but they all seemed to be empty. She tried counting them, but after one, she always started to only think “one and one”, then “one and one and one”, until switching to “a few”, and finally “a lot”. It seemed answers to simple questions like how many stalls she had passed to get to the Exit sign were simply out of her grasp now.
Finally they arrived at what Cow 87 assumed were the cleansing stations. Here, there was a grate in the floor and above it a pipe that ended in several crude showerheads, at least… one and… more than a few, she decided. “Over there, cow!” Cow 87 did as she was told and now stood beneath one of the showerheads.
With a metallic squeak, Brad opened a valve and suddenly a stream of cold water hit Cow 87 from above. She mooed in surprise and wanted to pull back, but the man, now before her, pulled the rope around her neck so she had to stay where she was. After a few seconds, her body got used to the temperature of the water somewhat. Now, the guy used a brick of soap to lather the brush, then started to clean Cow 87’s skin. The brush was rough but she actually somewhat enjoyed getting cleaned, but the feeling was immediately soured by the degrading nature of the process.
She had to blink water out of her eyes repeatedly and the water on her head made her painfully aware that she was completely bald. For some reason, she wasn’t surprised to be hairless, although she couldn’t remember noticing it before. At that moment, the brush started to push between her legs, which she spread instinctively. She mooed as her sensitive labia and asshole was assaulted by the rough bristles, halfway between pain and pleasure. She bent forward to show even more of her sex, her former shyness forgotten for the moment.
A puddle of water had formed under her and within it, she saw her face for the first time since being abducted. She almost didn’t recognize herself. Besides being completely bald she didn’t have eyebrows any more and her large eyes looked even bigger as a result, framed as they were by thick lashes, apparently the only hair still left. Instead of her green irises she also somehow now had dark brown ones, much larger than before as were her pupils, almost filling the whites completely. On the sides of her hairless head, her ears had been enlarged and stretched away from her head. Now she also knew why she couldn’t breathe right anymore: her nostrils were stuffed with a large metal ring, pierced through her septum, that stretched her original small delicate nose into a wider, more bulbous shape. Underneath, her lips had been plumped up so she now pouted constantly, making her look stupid and slutty in equal measure. Instead of teeth behind those lips there were only two fleshy ridges. The coloring of her skin also hadn’t stopped at her face. Both sides of it were now brown, with a white streak in the middle. Additionally, her nose and mouth had been colored a fleshy pink, making it stand out from the white. The worst change however, was on her forehead. Because here she now sported two small yellowing ivory horns, erupting from her skin, that identified her new identity beyond all doubt.
All that Cow 87 noticed almost simultaneously. Tears started to mix with the soapy water running down her head. “Oh no! No… even my face is like a cow’s now! And my nose… deformed… my mouth… bloated… no teeth… like some sort of muzzle!”
[SELF-DIAGNOSTICS COMPLETE. CENTRAL IMPLANT BACK ONLINE. FACIAL SELF-RECOGNITION DETECTED. CHANGING MENTAL FACIAL PATTERNS TO CURRENT TEMPLATE. SELF-DESCRIPTIVE TERM “MUZZLE” LOCKED IN. OVERWRITES AND MERGES SELF-DESCRIPTIVE TERMS “MOUTH/ NOSE”.]
“What? No! I wasn’t ready! This face! It’s not my real face! It is not! It doesn’t look like this! No, not like this! I had [NO] hair on my head! I was [NOT] a blonde. Or… brunette? And I had [NO] blue eyes! Or green… I… I think? Oh god no… my old face… my cow face… Please! Not one and one things at once! Take one back! I can’t even think muzzle anymore, only muzzle. And my muzzle is my muzzle now too? That doesn’t even make sense! Wasn’t it enough that I could only moo with my muzzle? Muzzle! Why now? Why?!”
Cow 87 stared into the puddle, wide eyes full of shock and sadness. What stared back was her face. The only face she could recall as her own anymore.
Chapter 5
“My face… changed… but… how? It was different before… wasn’t it? My memory… all wrong…” Cow 87 was still trying to process this newest blow as the water stopped. She looked up and “Brad” was standing in front of her. “Enough with the beauty routine, lassie! It’s time for a little walk outside!”
Outside? Maybe she could use this to…. Cow 87 checked herself. Maybe she could finally see something else than this barn for a change. It was also a welcome distraction from the image of her transformed face that was now burned into her mind as the only real one. “Brad” pulled the makeshift leash again and she followed. He hadn’t bothered to dry her, so she was still dripping with water and catching every passing chill as she walked the way back. Using her tongue absentmindedly, Cow 87 licked up the wetness from around her muzzle. “No, it’s muzzle…” she thought, but there was no energy behind her denial. While her hunger was still there too, her thirst had now become almost unbearable.
After a while they walked past her stall. They all looked identical, only a number telling them apart. Hers said “8” and “7” but of course these were now only two strange symbols to her, she only recognized it because the door was slightly ajar and the mess she had left on the floor was in plain sight. Would the man, her handler or whatever he was, clean it up? Cow 87 guessed it didn’t really matter, yet still she thought, “Why don’t I care?” She was distracted as her tail swished left and right with the movement of her hips, brushing the back of her thighs, a feeling that never ceased to be bizarre (and just a little bit titillating).
Now, she started to feel anxious to leave the relative security of the barn, though she dared not pull on the leash, as they approached a large double barn door. However, there was a smaller door set on the left side, which “Brad” now opened. It was only closed with a simple latch mechanism which even a child could have opened. For someone without arms however, it was an almost insurmountable obstacle.
Aware of the program, Cow 87 tried to not even think about what that meant. Instead, she meekly followed the man through the now open door into the sunlight. As they emerged from the barn and Cow 87 blinked against the bright sun, she heard a new voice calling out. “Hey, Jack! Have you finally decided to join us with the newbie? You took your sweet time, you already have some fun with it? I won’t snitch if you did!”
Cow 87 froze like a deer (or rather a cow) in headlights. She had become accustomed to being naked in front of “Brad” (whose real name was apparently Jack), but now she was out in the open for everyone to see, with a new stranger already leering at her. She blushed immediately, though she also felt strangely tingly. Unconsciously, she pushed her udders out.
Jack laughed. “No, just gave her a first milking earlier today. The slutty cow was so horny she actually came right in front of me, can you believe that? And despite being covered in piss and shit too. But maybe she liked it like that, the dirty little thing. Anyway, once she was awake again, I gave her a good rinse and here we are.”
“No, that’s not true!” Cow 87 thought. “Well, okay, I was feeling pretty… hot all over just then and then… then I actually came when he… milked me…ugh… that was so embarrassing… felt kinda amazing though… but… but still. No. I need to keep it together. This is not me. This is all that… thing inside my head.” But she wasn’t so sure about that last part anymore.
“And did you also water her?” The other man asked.
“Aw shit, Bradley. Totally forgot.” Jack/Brad answered.
“Well, it happens. Grab yourself a cold beer and bring me one too while you’re at it. I’ll take her from here.”
Cow 87’s mind reeled. She had hoped that Jack was nice (at least for one of the people who kidnapped her), but apparently he was actually quite callous. And now he had abandoned her to the whims of this other guy, Bradley. The irony of the name mixup almost made her laugh, until she looked at him. He had brown hair with streaks of grey in it and a pockmarked face with irregular stubbles. His nose was too large for his face and also marked by bad skin. His eyes were brown but somehow cold even if he grinned with crooked yellow teeth, as he did now looking at her. In comparison to this ugly guy, Jack was even better looking and Cow 87 was wishing that despite what he had said, Jack would come back quickly and take over again from…
[NON-COMPLIANT PREFERENCE OF INDIVIDUAL CARETAKER DETECTED. INITIALIZING SELECTIVE PROSOPAGNOSIA FOR ALL CARETAKERS. BLOCKING OF NAMES FOR ALL CARETAKERS IS ACTIVE. REFERENCE TO ALL CARETAKERS SET TO “CARETAKER”.]
“…Caretaker, because Caretaker wasn’t… Huh? Oh, it happened again, didn’t it? What now? I can’t call Caretaker and Caretaker anything but Caretaker anymore?” Confused, Cow 87 shook her head. “This is insane! I don’t need their names to tell them apart! Caretaker is more… he’s not as… but Caretaker is… is slightly less… a lot more…”
Now even more bewildered, her eyes focused on Caretaker’s face again. He was still standing right in front of her, in bright daylight, but now Cow 87 couldn’t identify his face anymore. She couldn’t have told if he was ugly now, even when remembering that he definitely had been just mere moments before. She saw individual parts of his face quite clearly too. His eyebrows for example. His chin. His ears. But every time when she tried to put those elements together, her mental picture melted together into a jumbled mess. It was a horrible, helpless feeling and a small sob escaped her throat.
“Ha, the Implant just got ya, didn’t it?” Caretaker said, holding her rope steady. “When you’re doing this job a while, you can tell, you know. The eyes sort of glaze over. Don’t make a fuss about it. It’s not actually harmin’ ya. Quite the opposite. Turns you into the best cow you could possibly be. You’ll see. Now be a good lassie and let’s trot over to [CARETAKER].”
Cow 87 glanced over at the other C… no… he was the same! She looked back at Caretaker holding her leash and then at Caretaker across the yard, and they were wearing different clothing but… they were both Caretaker! He was in two places at once. He had made her orgasm in the stall and now was here next to her but also washing his hands in a big bucket, one and one and one and… some way away. What the bad place was going on in her head?
She groaned with helpless, muted desperation, but of course it came out as a low “Mooooo…” Caretaker looked back at her while still pulling the leash. “Yeah, I know you’re thirsty. C’mon now.” Caretaker, too, had finished washing his hands and was now waiting for her and Caretaker. Seeing them next to each other as they arrived, chinking beer bottles, made her dizzy with the wrongness of it. It was almost like seeing double after going partying and having too much to drink…
[IRRELEVANT KNOWLEDGE DETECTED: CONCEPT “PARTYING” DELETED.]
She blinked. Thinking about drinking and seeing Caretaker and Caretaker taking swigs from the bottles made her thirst come back with a vengeance and she licked her dry muzzle. She mooed shyly at them, hoping they would give here the chance of drinking from the beer too.
Caretaker looked at her. Caretaker, not Caretaker who… it didn’t matter, Cow 87 decided. “Well, what are you waitin’ for, you stupid cow? The water is right in front of you!” She looked from Caretaker to the bucket. It was actually more of a rain barrel and it’s rim was at the same height as her hips. With two small clip-clopping steps, she was standing in front of it and looked down. The water inside looked brackish and murky, with dead insects floating on it. “I’m supposed to drink.. that?” She asked herself. She was disgusted, but also incredibly thirsty. Maybe she could just take a small sip to tide her over? Cow 87 lowered her head until it was just above the water, her udders scraping the side of the drum. Opening her muzzle, she extended her tongue to touch the water and…
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed one of her horns and pulled her head down. “Damn it, slowpoke, don’t waste our time.” Her head was submerged and warm water flooded her open muzzle. Instinctively, she swallowed several times. Then some of the water entered her airway and she choked. The grip on her horn was released and she pulled her head out, gasping for air and coughing. “Moooo…. agh agh… oooo!” Her belly was now so full with water she felt it bulging.
Caretaker and Caretaker laughed at her misery. Bent over with the weight of her udders, coughing, catching her breath, Cow 87 looked up and glared at them, eyes burning with anger. “Aw, stop giving me that look, darlin’.” Caretaker said.
[ORDER RECEIVED. FACIAL DISPLAY OF EMOTION “ANGER” DISABLED.]
Immediately, her face went slack. Now her muzzle was hanging slightly open and her eyes were half closed. Puzzled, Cow 87 looked into the water below her. The face that looked back was that of a retard thinking about an extremely difficult math problem. She still felt angry, but it didn’t register in her face anymore. “What… how…?”
She looked up again. “Yes, perfect, now you look like the stupid cow you are. Keep that face, it suits you.” Caretaker said.
[ORDER RECEIVED. CURRENT FACIAL EXPRESSION LOCKED IN AS STANDARD RESTING TEMPLATE.]
“No!” Cow 87 thought. Her eyes widened and she closed her muzzle. “Wait, I… I can still control my face? Maybe the implant didn’t work this time.” She thought. Had she been able to stop it somehow? It was an encouraging thought.
“Time to meet the rest of your herd, 87.” Caretaker announced.
Hearing that, her mental focus on her facial expression slipped. Immediately, it went back to being slack jawed and dull-eyed, a furrow of confusion on her hairless brow. Cow 87 didn’t notice it, however, trotting along laboriously on her hooves behind Caretaker, trying to find a lumbering rhythm to keep her udders from sloshing around too much, quite unsuccessfully.
“My… my herd? What is that supposed to mean?” Cow 87 thought.
[DESCRIPTIVE TERM “HERD” LOCKED IN. OVERWRITES DESCRIPTIVE TERM “FAMILY”.]
“So, this herd is meant to be my new herd now? Oh. Well, that answers that.” She thought, sad to have lost another human term to the program.
“Hey, wait a minute, [CARETAKER]!” Caretaker said suddenly as he joined Caretaker and Cow 87. “Before her big entrance we should pretty her up, don’t ya think?”
“Oh, you’re right, of course! She still needs her jewelry! Thanks for the reminder, [CARETAKER]! You’ll love being pretty, cow!”
[ORDER RECEIVED. VANITY INCREASED BY 100 PERCENT.]
Cow 87’s brows furrowed even more. “Pretty me up? Jewelry? What are they planning to do now?” Whatever it was, she was sure it was more sinister than it sounded like. Although she liked the idea of being pretty…
With a sharp pull from the leash, she was led in a slightly different direction. Next to the back of a large stone building, a long wooden post had been thrust into the earth. From the top of it, a short chain hung down. Next to the post, there was a cheap picnic table bleached out from the sun. On it, something metallic glinted, but Cow 87 couldn’t identify it. There was also something else lying there, small and of a bright yellow color, but again, she didn’t get a good enough look at it. Trying to catch a glimpse, she almost walked right into the wooden post, as she had automatically put one hoof in front of the other..
“Hahaha, slow down, 87! Looks like someone is eager to be a pretty little cow.” Caretaker said and Caretaker guffawed.
Cow 87 blushed. She couldn’t help it. After all, here she was all naked and a man was calling her pretty. Well, sort of. She blinked. Why did she think this? It was completely inappropriate in this situation! She couldn’t help but suspect the implant of having done something to her thoughts, yet again.
She could dwell on it however, as suddenly Caretaker pushed his right index finger through the hoop of her muzzle ring and sharply pulled it upwards. Mooing in surprise, Cow 87 had no choice but to tilt her head back, strain her neck and stand as straight as possible as her muzzle was painfully stretched. It happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to offer any resistance. With a fluid, practised motion, Caretaker pulled his finger out of the ring and just a quickly, closed a carabiner clasp around it. The clasp was attached to the post’s chain which now grew taut as she finally tried to pull her head back. But a sharp tugging pain was the only thing that happened. Mooing in distress, she minced right and left on her hooves, but the chain was unrelenting. The tail swished quickly from one side to the next, and she let out a series of farts as if in protest.
Then she felt the prick of a cattle prod between her legs. “Eeeeasy there, 87. You really don’t want to rip off your [MUZZLE] ring. Would be a shame about your cute cow face, hm?” Immediately, Cow 87 stood as still as she could, partly out of fear of the prod, but also out of surprise to get another compliment, which made her blush again. She tried to look out of the corners of her eyes what the Caretaker was doing, but couldn’t see anything. Then she felt the rope around her neck being taken off.
Next, she suddenly felt something else on her stretched neck. It was cold and hard. Then It closed behind her head with an audible click. Caretaker released his hold on it and she felt it settle heavily on her collarbone. Her shoulders twitched as she had an impulse to feel it with her hands.The only result was a curious clanging noise under her head.
[COW COLLAR DETECTED. LOCK ENGAGED. PARAMETER FOR UNLOCKING SET TO: END OF CURRENT WEARER’S EXISTENCE]
“What was that? I’m supposed to wear this until I die?!” Cow 87 thought.
Just as she tried to stomach this new idea, Caretaker grabbed her right ear and stretched it even further out from her head as it already was. Then she felt as sudden pain as something sharp was pushed through the soft tissue and there was again a small click as something was closed. Now a new weight hung there too, but it was almost imperceptible.
[COW TAG DETECTED. BIO-SENSORS ONLINE. RFID TRANSPONDER ONLINE. GEOFENCING ESTABLISHED.]
“Oh no!” Cow 87 thought. “This tag has an RFID chip for geofencing? But that means…”
[IRRELEVANT KNOWLEDGE DETECTED: CONCEPT “ELECTRONICS” AND ASSOCIATED DATA DELETED.]
“…means…what?” She shut her eyes in frustration and opened them again, a single tear running down her face. Something had been taken from her, something she had worked hard to get, something she even went to university for, some kind of special knowledge of things that beeped and blinked like… like… Once again, she had the distinct feeling that just as she had been on the brink of a vitally important thought, it had been snatched away before she could fully grab it and now it was forever beyond her reach. All thanks to that implant… that voice.
Now Caretaker first clipped something to the front of her new collar, then unclipped the clasp through her muzzle ring. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he already pulled her away from the post, using a new leash made from dark leather, which looked a lot sturdier than the old rope. As she turned awkwardly on her hooves, she could hear the clanging again, louder this time, from the thing on her neck. She knew what it reminded her of, but she did her best not to think about it.
Chapter 6
The clanking continued loudly as she was led back towards the barn. Instead of entering it, however, they walked behind it, where there was a fenced enclosure. Within its boundaries, there were more cows like her. At lot more, at least one and one and one… and many.
Her heart sank seeing all those mutilated, perversely transformed cows. As she had already expected, she wasn’t some kind of experiment, but just one specimen in line of similar cow creatures. The fact that this crazy operation hadn’t been exposed and all people involved in it punished could only mean that her chances of esc— (she avoided the word in the last moment, thinking of a bird flying out of a cage instead) were even slimmer than she could have guessed, or one of her predecessors would have already done it. But even though there were so many here, still here, still cows, she couldn’t give up! She had to try!
Blinking away tears, she looked at her fellow sufferers. Some of them were standing, some sitting on their haunches, others were lying down in the grass. A few were trotting aimlessly this way and that. Seeing them filled Cow 87 with horror and sadness. Their bodies were mirror images of her own and underlined once again the extreme nature of the changes done to herself. Although she couldn’t even remember her old face, so how did she know that it had changed? “No! Of course Cow 87 wasn’t always like this… right?” Confused, she concentrated on the other cows again.
Their bodies looked almost identical in built, only the size of the udders varied slightly, and maybe one or two were shorter or taller. Even their extremely round asses and impossibly thin midsections, which had clearly been modified surgically, looked identical. Cow 87 was sure that this was the case for herself too, not that she could check by touch. The only obvious difference between the cows was the coloring. Some cows sported the same colors as herself, but with the spots in different places. But some were also in the classical cow pattern of white and black, while others were even just one uniform brown color. Still, they all had the same face, devoid of eyebrows or hair, with the identical vacant expression as they looked up at Cow 87 and the approach of Caretaker and Caretaker. Every single one of them also had yellow tags in their right ears and a heavy metal collar with a huge cowbell hanging there, nestled in their cleavage. “It is a cowbell!” Cow 87 realized, her denial shattered. So this was to be her herd?
[VISUAL CONFIRMATION OF HERD. EMOTIONAL BONDING INITIALIZED.]
Suddenly Cow 87 felt strange feelings welling up inside her as she looked at the other cows. Out of the blue, she felt a strong affection towards every single one of the dehumanized creatures in front of her, like they were the sisters she had never had, being an only child. Simultaneously she longed to be among them, an urge that felt almost like homesickness. Rationally, she knew it was the voice again manipulating her, these cows were strangers, and she knew them only through their shared struggle. But emotionally, she couldn’t help but eagerly step from one hoof to the other on the spot, mooing softly with anticipation.
The other cows, too, reacted to her presence. All of them looked with affection at Cow 87, although it was tinged with a certain sadness in most cases. They reacted a lot more strongly to Caretaker and Caretaker however. Mooing throatily, they approached him and him, presenting their udders and in many cases, turning around and pushing their asses out, so that their puffy vaginas were clearly visible, glistening with fluids that also ran down their smooth legs. Between their folds, there were also engorged clitorises visible, each pink nub pierced with a metal ring which twinkled in the sun. She could only assume that she had one of those too.
“Why are they doing that?” Cow 87 asked herself, shocked by their wantonness. “Are they actually begging to be raped?!”
[UNDESIRABLE TERM DETECTED. TERM “RAPE/RAPED” OVERWRITTEN WITH DESIRABLE TERM “REWARDED/REWARD”.]
“No, voice! This is sick! Reward is not a reward! I will never beg to be rewarded, never!” Cow 87 thought, nauseated by the change and what it insinuated. “But maybe being rewarded won’t be so bad…” she thought suddenly, only to counter this unbidden, strange thought with “What the hell am I thinking? Being rewarded is the worst [BEST] thing that can happen to a cow! No, the best!” Too disturbed to argue with herself further, she tried once again to focus on what was in front of her.
Which immediately made her try to avert her eyes from all the female genitals thrust in her direction. Seeing all those swollen vaginas and puckering assholes between impossibly large, round buttcheeks was gross! She still remembered how she had reacted when many of her childhood girlfriends had swapped kisses to see what it was like — “practice for boys,” they had said. “I would never touch or kiss a girl!” she had vowed then and there. And had subsequently never even entertained a single lesbian thought in her life.
[SEXUAL PREFERENCES MISALIGNED FROM PROTOCOL. CHANGING PREFERENCE FROM HETEROSEXUAL TO BISEXUAL.]
She blushed as she realized what the voice had said. Now her eyes darted back to the other cow’s pussies and she felt herself becoming wet between her legs herself. “That’s impossible! I can’t just be turned around like that?! I would never… I don’t like… but… they look so alluring… juicy… I want to lick those pussies so bad! No, that’s wrong… but so hot…” While Cow 87 was again fighting with her conflicting emotions, Caretaker and Caretaker chuckled while looking at the herd.
“Damn, you let them alone for just a few hours and they are begging for it like bitches in heat! If you ask me, they were already sluts before they came here, no way is that all just the implant’s doing.”
“Yeah, well, in my opinion, all women are sluts anyway. They just hide the fact behind bullshit like feminism. They blame us for only thinking about sex, but once they’re alone, you know every single one of them fucks their stupid brains out with dildos instead of real cocks. Fucking hypocrites. Here they can be reduced to their [UDDERS] and pussies, just like nature intended.”
“Amen, brother.”
Hearing that, Cow 87 rolled her eyes, glad for the distraction. “Chauvinist pigs! They are completely wrong about cows!” she thought.
[UNDESIRABLE ATTITUDE DETECTED. START LOOPING MANTRA: “CARETAKER IS ALWAYS RIGHT.”]
“He is not!” Cow 87 thought, and was pleasantly surprised that she was still able to. “Score one point for me, zero for the voice!” She didn’t hear the whispered phrase that was now constantly droning on in the back of her mind, digging deeper with every repetition.
In the meantime, Caretaker had unclipped the leash from her collar. Then he (the other he) pushed a red button next to the fence and a low hum that Cow 87 hadn’t even noticed before ceased and the gate swung open. Caretaker suddenly slapped her butt and she instinctively jumped forward and was inside with a few unsteady hoofsteps before the button was pressed a second time and the gate closed, the hum restarting.
She turned around on the spot, her udders swaying uncomfortably, and looked at Caretaker and Caretaker quizzically through the mesh. “Now, have fun getting to know the others in your herd, 87! We’ll be back to take all of you home in a few hours!”
With that, they left and walked back towards the yard, talking to each other.
“You know, [CARETAKER], we really have to come up with a proper name for her. Calling her 87 just isn’t fun.”
“You’re right, [CARETAKER], got any ideas?”
“How about Pissyslut, on account of her accident this morning?”
“Good one, but we already call 45 that, remember?”
“Oh, you’re right! Well, what about…”
Then they were out of earshot of Cow 87. “Pissyslut?” she thought and shuddered, her bell clanking and her udders shaking. “I really dodged a bullet with this one.” Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if her eventual name would be even worse. “I kinda like being Cow 87,” she thought and immediately chided herself for it.
[SELF AFFIRMATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
The wave of positive feeling hit her hard and made her moo loudly in lust. The other cows, who had until then looked after Caretaker and Caretaker with desperate longing, turned towards her, some of them mooing back. Maybe she could somehow talk to them? Cow 87 mooed again and some cows mooed in return once more, but less of them than before. It was useless, she decided. Her voice held nothing of what she wanted to say, just that same debasing animal sound.
Chapter 7
Although they couldn’t communicate, now the cows encircled her and moved closer from all directions. At first Cow 87 was afraid, but once they were close the other cows simply rubbed their bodies against her own in a decidedly sexual way, squeezing her udders together with theirs, a simple sensation she knew shouldn’t feel so good. Then an open muzzle touched her own and soon she was exchanging heated kisses with one cow after the other, their tongues exploring their toothless muzzle holes, long strands of saliva running down their chins. Two cows had knelt down and started to lick her teats, finally putting them into their muzzles and sucking. With a muffled moo between kisses, Cow 87 felt her milk being eked out of her udders, drop by drop. It wasn’t nearly as effective as the milking had been this morning, but it was even more teasing. Last but not least, a cow had pushed her face up under her legs and started to lick up the moisture between her swollen vaginal folds, 87’s tail twitching on her bald head. Cow 87’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt her clit being skillfully suckled on.
Soon, she was completely lost in lust, her upper body bent forward. At some point, another cow had pushed her own swollen genitals into her face and she had started to lick and suck automatically. It hardly crossed her mind that even an hour ago such an idea would completely disgust her, even without the taste. Oh, the taste. She tasted salty fluid, but also the sharpness of urine and the bitterness of shit. She didn’t care anymore. But she should… she should… push her tongue deeper….
Wave after wave of lust rolled through her body, each bigger than the last. She should have had at least several (“one on one and one”) orgasms by now, but every time she thought the moment had come, something held her back. At some point she lost control of her bladder and also farted loudly, but the cow who had been licking her pussy at that moment simply swallowed her urine and continued unabated.
The longer this went on, the more her moos of lust were tinged with desperation. After what felt like an eternity of delicious, torturous teasing, the other cows lost interest in her and started to disperse again. They left her lying on the grass, covered in fluids she knew weren’t all her own, her most sensitive parts painfully swollen and pulsing with her heartbeat. After a while, her mind cleared somewhat, although her horniness didn’t abate. Slowly, she got her legs back under her and stood up.
Miserably, she started to walk on shaking legs towards the fence at the other end of the enclosure. It was slow going, since she had to pause every few steps to rub her thighs together helplessly, and uselessly. She even tried to make her tail hit her pussy by moving her hips back and forth, to no avail.
Meanwhile, all the other cows were standing near the gate again, mooing from time to time and crossing their thighs just like 87. It was clear that they were just as horny and waiting for the Caretaker and the Caretaker to come back. Cow 87 shuddered as she looked back over her smooth, armless shoulders. “They should try to es… they shouldn’t do that.” Cow 87 thought. “Is this what I will become? Just a horny, submissive animal begging to… to be rewarded? No, I can’t let that happen! Those cows have given up but I will not do that too, I will fight these changes in my head, resist them somehow, keep my… my humanity and…”
[TRAIN OF THOUGHT ABORTED AND DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
“No, what was I…?” Before she could reflect any further, Cow 87 was distracted as she arrived at the fence and heard the low hum again. “The hurty… um… zap zap thing,” she thought, “Wait, I used to know the word for that! Dad always said I was really good with ele… ece… this stuff.” Remembering her incident with the other “zap zap thing” coming out of the Caretaker’s stick, she filed the information away, careful not to think about its possible use for her. Then she looked beyond the fence. The grass continued on for miles, coursing over hills and sweeping past a single row of power lines, before the last crest of a hillscape ended and only faint mountains in the distance could be seen. Somewhere out there had been her old existence, which was already starting to feel unreal to her. In here however, the bizarre reality of her new life was beginning to feel more and more inevitable. A life where she was unable to talk, unable to grab anything, even unable to touch herself, totally dependent on others for simple things like food and drink, completely helpless, naked and on full display for any observer, literally reduced to nothing more than a piece of cattle.
[SELF AFFIRMATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
“Moooo!” The blissful rush of lust made her stumble on her hooves, but she managed to steady herself despite her swaying udders. The fact that this felt good despite her overwhelming desperation somehow made it even worse and she hated herself for her own reaction. Her vision of the world outside the fence blurred as she started to cry bitterly with heaving moos, tears running down her face and dripping on her udders.
After a short while however, Cow 87 noticed someone approach. The clanging of another bell told her it must be a cow even before she looked up to see a black and white specimen, her tag reading “62” (meaningless scribbles to her sister, of course). Though 87 couldn’t pick a single unique feature from her standardized cow face other than her spots, her udders looked gigantic, more than twice as big as 87’s and they hung down to her wide hips. Indeed 62 seemed to be unable to even stand up straight due to their obviously massive weight. Nonetheless, her large eyes were full of sympathy and she mooed softly. Sniffing, Cow 87 walked the rest of the way towards her. When they met, 62 raised her head to rest it on 87’s shoulder, which indicated to her to do the same, the closest thing to an embrace the two animals had left. Her skin was sweaty and dirty, and she smelled faintly of piss, but Cow 87 didn’t care. She just closed her eyes and rubbed her wet cheek on the neck of the other cow, while her sister reciprocated. “At least I’m not alone in this.” she thought. At some point, both cows had settled on the ground. 62 was sitting on her legs, her hooves under her, with 87’s head in her lap. The sun had begun to set and bathed the enclosure in golden light. Not only were 62’s udders a lot bigger than 87’s, but her teats also longer and thicker. From time to time 87 moved her head to suckle on one the teats, to which 62 answered with low moos. Drinking the milk of another cow should have disgusted her, but the fluid was sweet and creamy in a delicious mixture. “Does my milk taste like this, too?” she wondered absentmindedly. There was another reason why she suckled the milk so eagerly. Now that the whirlwind of emotions of this day had settled for the moment, her hunger had returned. She felt downright famished, and although the milk was incredibly tasty, she knew it wouldn’t be enough to fill her painfully empty stomach. Additionally, confusingly, she felt her own udders grow taut and full again.
Chapter 8
She was on the verge of dozing off, as an increase in volume and rate of mooing coming from the gate told her that Caretaker was coming back. She got up as quickly as her armless body was able, as did 62 who was surprisingly nimble considering her massive udders. Cow 87 followed her to the gate, which had already been opened. Before them, the cows were streaming out into the yard, but none of them walked further than a few steps until turning and looking at Caretaker again. “Why are they just standing around like that? He is alone and we are many. He could never control all of us.”
“Cow 87?” Caretaker called out. “Come here!”
[ORDER RECEIVED. APPROACHING CARETAKER.]
Almost of their own accord, her legs had started to move as she stomped towards Caretaker. It wasn’t that she was remotely controlled, instead 87 just felt a strong compulsion to move towards Caretaker. “Why shouldn’t I? After all, Caretaker knows best.” she thought. “Wait, where did that come from?”
As she came to a standstill in front of him, Caretaker looked her up and down. “Had some fun in there, didn’t you?” he said. She couldn’t be sure but it sounded like his unintelligible face was grinning. Suddenly she was aware of being drenched in dried bodily fluids, while still wet seepage of her own slowly ran down her thighs. She blushed a deep red while unconsciously pushing her udders out.
“C’mon, let’s get you back in your stalls.” Caretaker said as he attached the leash to Cow 87’s collar again and pulled. She followed meekly, while the other cows waited until she had passed them, then trotted behind her and Caretaker without any show of resistance whatsoever. In fact, they seemed eager to return to the barn, their tails swishing with impatience. The only sounds were occasional moos, a couple of passes of gas, and the clip-clop of hooves. Once they were “home”, they let themselves be led back into their stalls, one by one, which was infuriating to 87 who didn’t have a choice like them.
A Caretaker had waited for them in the barn. So now here were Caretaker, Caretaker, and Caretaker, one and one and one. Already, her mind acknowledged the weirdness of these thoughts only in passing, exhausted by this bizarre nightmare of a day.
A few times Cow 87 saw Caretaker and Caretaker use the cattleprod (“zap zap stick” to her) on the other cows in her herd. Without turning it on, he gave them nudges in the right direction when they were confused over which stall was theirs. From the way they jumped and mooed, they knew very well what the prod was capable of. In the meantime, Caretaker was waiting with Cow 87, holding her leash. Strangely, she could also hear soft slurping and muffled mooing sounds coming from the stalls that were now occupied, but from her vantage point had no chance to see anything.
Finally, it was her turn and Caretaker led her to her own stall while Caretaker stood at the entrance. As she entered, she could see the dried stain in the straw where she had lost control over her bladder and bowels in the morning. But in several other aspects, the stall had changed. On her right side, there was now a round metal container that looked a bit like a pressure cooker. Out of its tip, there sprouted a single metal pipe, which was connected to a small electronic device, which for Cow 87 was just an unidentifiable “thingy”. This in turn, had two ports where clear rubber tubes were attached, which for now where carefully wrapped around the device. The tubes ended in long metal cups, with black flanged rubber rings at their open ends. Cow 87 shuddered as she saw them, but she couldn’t have said if out of fear or excitement. Possibly both. This was clearly some sort of automatic milking device, which also made her aware of how much her swollen udders hurt again.
Turning her head left, she saw that a hook was now attached to the wall, higher than her head but still reachable with arms she didn’t have anymore. From the hook, there was a rubber sack dangling which bulged with liquid. At the bottom of the sack, a hose was attached that led to a curious kind of rubber plug. I consisted of two thick round bulbs with a thinner rod connecting the two. Cow 87 could not even guess its function.
The last change however, was the most bizarre. Right in front of her on the wall, a little below head height, there was now a plate screwed into the wall. Attached in its middle was a big, pink rubber dildo. There was some sort of white liquid slowly dripping out of its tip. A hose led from the phallus down to a bucket hung in the left corner of the stall, which seemed to be about half filled with the same white fluid. The suggestion was clear. “They… they want me to suck on that?!” Cow 87 thought.
For some reason, she had to think of her first boyfriend. His name had been… Well, his name wasn’t important. He had been a nice boy, very attentive and sweet to her. However, once they had hit third base (which itself took over six months), he had started to suggest to Cow 87 that she should put his penis into her muzzle. She had been disgusted. It wasn’t just that he wanted her to swallow the gross, sticky stuff she had to clean from her legs and her bedsheets after sex. But this act would give him all the pleasure, while denying her any at all, something which she found extremely egotistic. Of course, he didn’t see it that way. They had their first big fight about it and it had been the beginning of the end of their relationship.
[SEXUAL AVERSION NOT FOLLOWING PROTOCOL. ATTITUDE TOWARDS HETEROSEXUAL ORAL INTERCOURSE CHANGED FROM NEGATIVE TO POSITIVE.]
Cow 87 knew that the voice had done its thing again, because as she looked at the dildo now, she felt herself become wet again, or… well… even wetter. It felt like when she had seen her herd presenting their wet pussies, but different somehow. Although she would have preferred a real man’s penis, she suddenly longed to wrap her muzzle around this artificial shaft in its stead. If her ex had been here now, she wouldn’t have resisted his suggestion for oral sex, she would have asked for it herself! But she also still remembered not liking the idea, while at the same time not being able to understand that memory anymore. Once more, she felt abased by her own inability to resist her new, degrading impulses and she blushed.
That didn’t stop her, however. Licking her muzzle she stomped greedily towards the dildo of her own accord, eyes fixed on her prize. Awkwardly, since she couldn’t steady it with hands she didn’t have anymore, she took the slightly flexible rubber object in her mouth. “Hahaha, looks like 87 is a cock addict already!” Caretaker exclaimed behind her, loud enough that Caretaker and Caretaker, who were busy in other stalls, laughed too. Her blush now took on an even deeper shade of red and she closed her eyes, her bulging cheeks burning with tears of humiliation. As she explored the phallus with her tongue, which only faintly tasted of rubber, she was dimly aware that Caretaker was connecting her collar to the mounting plate with rope.
But her eagerness to get the fake dick into her muzzle didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t actually ever done this before in her life. At first, she sucked on the rubber object as if it was a drinking straw (or, well, a teat). But that only made a little bit of the fluid dribble onto her tongue. It had a rich taste, sweet and salty at the same time and her stomach growled, so she redoubled her efforts. Then she tried chewing on it with her soft, toothless gums, but this was painful and only mildly successful.
Finally, Cow 87 remembered one evening in her college dorm, when she had snuck her laptop under the covers so as not to wake her roommate, and looked at porn on the internet to find out what boys really liked (an experiment she had quickly abandoned in disgust). Trying to mimic the women she had seen there, she now pulled her bald head back until only the tip of the dildo was inside her muzzle, then took it in again, maintaining pressure with her muzzle and tongue, sucking it desperately. She was so hungry it was becoming painful!
At first, she thought that this, too, had been a failure. But after repeating the movement several times, she was rewarded with the dildo suddenly ejecting its load in a huge spurt that hit the back of her throat and made her cough and spit out half of it, the viscous fluid hanging down her chin and dribbling on her udders. Again, Caretaker guffawed. “Swallow, don’t spit, slut! You’ll get the hang of it, just keep practicing, hahaha!” Even as he said that, she was already back to sucking again, eager to get all the delicious fluid this time around.
Helpless against the compulsion, her mind still rejected this degrading act. “Is this how I’m supposed to… to eat now? That doesn’t even make sense! Cows are supposed to eat grass, not… not suck cock!”
[UNDESIRABLE ATTITUDE DETECTED. OVERWRITING TERM “EAT”/”SUCK COCK” WITH “FEED”. ADDING LOOPING PHRASE “COWS LOVE TO FEED.”]
“That’s not… feeding is not feeding… but I need to feed… so hungry… but it’s so degrading… feeding like a… but it feels so good… why does it have to feel so good?”
While she was busy feeding, suddenly so eager for what she had used to think was a disgusting act, 87 felt something heavy being attached to both her sensitive teats. She was curious to look down but not enough to delay her current activity. A machine started with a whirr and she felt her teats being pulled by a powerful vacuum. The feeling was painful, but also highly sensual and she mooed around the phallus, still feeding greedily. Then she felt her teats being manipulated by the pressure quickly alternating between a lighter and an even stronger vacuum, left then right then left then… After only a few of those pulses, 87 felt her milk shooting out of her teats and being drained into the tubes. The feeling made her knees weak and she mooed repeatedly between deepthroating the dildo. After a while, her feeding and the sucking of the automatic milker became one in her mind and she felt like a machine herself, the rhythm her only focus, her mind in a delirium of sexual stimulation.
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.]
Chapter 10
Cow 87 dreamt of her favourite memory. After her
mom[DAM]’s death, herdad[FIRST CARETAKER] had taken her on a roadtrip through the country. On one of their stops they had visited a small farm and had just watched thehorses, geese, chickens andcows.The animals[HER SISTERS] were just aimlessly walking around onfour[TWO] hooves, only some of them looking at Cow 87 occasionally with a vacant expression, [THEIR FACES ALMOST IDENTICAL TO HER OWN]. As they were watching, [CARETAKER] put his arm around her,and she put her arm around him,her head on his shoulder. He had stroked herlong hair[BALD HEAD] and finally said: [COW 87], I can’t replace your [DAM]. But there is one thing you can always be sure of. And that is that [CARETAKER IS ALWAYS RIGHT]. Looking up at his face, Cow 87 had blinked away tears and answered softly: “Mooooooooooooo…
…oooooooooo!” Cow 87 woke up with a start. Her head was still fuzzy and she needed a moment to get her bearings. Her faint hope that the whole last day had just been a very intricate nightmare was shattered as she realized that she was still an armless cow creature with horns, udders and a tail, curled up in the straw in her stall, only slightly less exhausted after a cold night, alone with only her full bowels to keep her company.
“This cow is still a cow.” She thought sadly. Then she furrowed her smooth brows. Something about this thought was weird. She shook her head. Everything about her situation was weird.
She had been woken by the mooing of other cows in her herd. Unlike the day before, the whole barn was now full with sounds, besides mooing she could hear shuffling in the stalls next to her, the wet sounds of someone pissing, and a small sniffling. Cow 87 was surprised to notice that she herself was making the last sound, since she had started to cry.
Still with tears in her eyes, she got up on her hooves. It was still awkward, teetering on these small, hard extensions of her legs, but already she managed it faster than the last morning. While moving, she noticed that while her belly was still full with water, the pressure seemed to have become more bearable. She could neither look at it below her udders nor touch it, but she had the feeling the bloating had become less pronounced, although her insides definitely still felt uncomfortably full, like she needed to defecate and couldn’t. It wasn’t any less degrading though.
She also noticed that her bladder was full to burst. This was something she could actually do something about. This time however, she had at least the prudence to squat into a corner of her stall before she released the flow. Of course, she still couldn’t part her labia, which felt even more puffy than the day before, so she made a mess again, with a lot of urine splashing on her ankles and hooves. Getting back up once more, which made her udders jiggle, she also couldn’t ignore that they were bloated again too. She looked down at them just hanging there, now the most defining part of her twisted body, eager to release their yield. A strange feeling, equal parts shame and pride, welled up inside her looking at those large globes with their long, stiff teats. Before she could stop herself, she thought idly, “This cow needs a milking,” and instantaneously, Cow 87 was mooing reflexively along with the rest of the herd. It wasn’t any less humiliating than the day before, just because she wasn’t the only one to do it. In fact, she now felt even more like just another cow in a herd of nearly identical animals.
After several minutes of this din of mooing, with 87 at one point even looking towards the pink feeder as an option to stifle her muzzle’s desperate calls, Caretaker finally entered the barn. “Alright, alright! I’m here! You can stop now!”
Cow 87 felt her compulsion fading. But the other cows still continued to moo, although they should have felt the same, since she was pretty sure they had one of those voices in their heads as well. Confused, she stomped towards the door of her stall and peered over the top. Moving around on her unfeeling hooves still felt incredibly wrong but she had already begun to change her gait so that it was less awkward. Now, she looked a lot less like a human walking on tiptoes. Instead, she kept her legs bent when walking and her upper body hunched forward. She had seen the other cows use this gait and had copied it quite automatically. This way, her center of gravity was lower and she could use her bent knees better to keep her balance. All of this Cow 87 did unconsciously however, and would have been shocked if someone had pointed it out to her. Especially because this new posture had the added bonus of pushing her butt out prominently and presenting her asshole and pussy lewdly.
Straining into a more upright position now, she watched Caretaker and Caretaker who had just entered as well. Both had two of the milking devices in each hand and were walking down one row each. Instead of going to the first stall in their way, however, they seemed to listen to where the mooing was loudest, then favour this one. “This cow has to be louder or she will be the last!” Cow 87 realized, again noting something odd about the thought. The pressure in her udders was so painful, she had no choice but to start sounding again too. If anything, this was even worse than the compulsion. Before, she didn’t have a choice. But now she had made the active decision to sound like a cow attracting attention. It was also the very first time she actually thought “Moo” as she called out.
“Oh god, what is this cow becoming?!” she asked herself. Suddenly her eyes widened and she stopped mooing in shock. “Wait, what did this cow just think? And again?! This cow is… this cow… THIS COW!” She had tried to suppress the memories of the horrific changes in her mind from the day before, these cruel modifications to her innermost self, these mind rewards she was helpless to prevent. But all this came flooding back as here was another one and it was even weirder than the ones before. “This cow can’t think ‘this cow’? But this cow knows this cow is this cow! But it’s not this cow’s name like Cow 87. It’s this cow herself!” The absurdity of these thoughts gave her nausea. All the while, she had started mooing again, but this time out of distress.
Still, she had been heard, because Caretaker opened the door to her stall. “Good morning, sunshine! Did you sleep well? Ah, why I am even asking, we made sure of that.” She looked up through tears. She could still understand when Caretaker said “I”, referring to himself. But when she referred to herself mentally, it only came out as “this cow”. More and more, Cow 87 was sure that insanity must feel a lot like this. “No”, she decided then and there, blinking away new tears angrily. “This cow won’t give up and go insane. This cow will find a way to… to remain this cow. This cow she was before, not the one she is now.”
While she had been lost in thought, Caretaker had already used the cattleprod to nudge her body so she was standing facing the wall. She had followed automatically. Then he filled the bucket again from a large plastic bottle he squeezed out. Cow 87 noticed that “Special Feed” was written on it. There was more writing, but the bottle left her periphery too fast again to catch it. She had hoped that she would have the chance to expel the enema now, but it appeared feeding and milking came first. She didn’t mind this too much however, getting wet again already when she thought about feeding and giving milk. She loved feeding especially. She blushed as she became aware of that reaction, but if anything, the resulting humiliation made her even hornier. “How can they have turned this cow into such a slut already? Or maybe… maybe this cow always was one, deep down? No… no, this cow can’t think like that!”
She focused her attention back to the feeding cock in front of her, just to have a distraction. Almost as if of its own accord, it was inside her muzzle and she had started sucking it with vigor, while the pumping of her teats started. When did they get attached? “Oh, why… does this… feel so… so… right?” Cow 87 thought, deliriously. “Cows love to feed. Yes… yes, that must be it. After all, this cow is a cow…” Her mental resistance from just moments ago evaporated and her being again descended into a state of mindless bliss, making small moaning moos and loud slurping sounds. Once again, however, her sexual stimulation got tinged with frustration as she couldn’t come, instead being trapped in a constant state of edging. She had come so easily just last morning, why couldn’t she do it now? Her pussy pulsing with need, she pushed her sex out even more, as if that could give her any release.
“Damn!” Caretaker exclaimed. “Hey, [CARETAKER], come here! Remember when we couldn’t find a good name for this cow. Look at that!” Cow 87 felt two sets of eyes on herself and blushed a deep red, even as she continued sucking in tandem with the milking machine. “Hahaha, wow, that cunt is a sight to behold!” said Caretaker, as he reached Caretaker. “Yeah, nice and puffy wouldn’t you say. So what better name for her then… Puffycunt!”
[NEW SIGNIFIER DETECTED. SELF-SIGNIFIER “COW 87” NOW “PUFFYCUNT”.]
Puffycunt almost stopped sucking in shock. Almost. She found herself still violating her own throat even as her hairless brow creased in worry. “Puffycunt?! They call this cow Puffycunt now? But this cow’s name is Puffycunt, not Puffycunt! Oh god, this is so much worse than Puffycunt!” She had started crying again, muffled sobs escaping in between automatic sucking motions.
Caretaker either didn’t care about her sounds of distress or didn’t hear them. “In fact, I think she deserves a treat for helping us find her perfect name. Puffycunt, you can come.”
[ORDER RECEIVED. ORGASM INHIBITOR TEMPORARILY DEACTIVATED.]
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Suddenly, a huge orgasm shook Puffycunt’s entire body. It was as if every ruined build-up she had felt yesterday, that endless need, all came crashing down at once, and flowed through her hips. And like a cherry on top, Puffycunt realized she was suddenly squirting crazy amount of fluid out of her pussy, something she had never done before. Her spasms made the water in her insides gurgle, but even that feeling now only added to the orgasmic bliss. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed, but her collar was still attached to the wall, and it’s unforgiving grip on her neck kept her up. Quite coincidentally, it was exactly that moment when the feeding dildo released his final load. The sticky substance hit Puffycunt right in the face, only a small part actually entering her wide open mouth. The rest of the milky substance ran down her face which was contorted in an inhuman grimace of senseless euphoria.
Chapter 11
Noticing the mess she made, Caretaker laughed as he saw her face. “Hahahaha, you’re lucky we already named you Puffycunt. You might have been a Cumface or a Squirtslut, hahahahaha!” Puffycunt tried to glare at Caretaker, but only gawked at him inanely instead. For some reason, this made the aggression she had felt evaporate. Instead she felt an emotion that seemed to come from her innermost self: she realized she loved Caretaker. Not romantically, not necessarily, but still deeply, without reservation. “Caretaker is always right.” Puffycunt thought, but now that little word “right” had a lot more complex meanings. It suddenly meant “good”, “just” and “fair” as well. Puffycunt blushed deeply, not from humiliation this time, but because the strength of her emotion shook her to her core.
Despite the enormousness of this moment, it had only lasted seconds. After her orgasm, Puffycunt had the feeling that her head was clearing somewhat. She focused her attention on Caretaker again and her feelings for him had abated. “This… this was just some kind of weird orgasm thing.” she decided, but knowing in her heart that she was lying to herself.
Oblivious and likely uncaring of her inner turmoil, Caretaker freed Puffycunt from the wall and gave her a soft slap on her still bloated belly. “Alright, you had enough fun. Follow me.”
[ORDER RECEIVED. COMMENCE MOVEMENT.]
Puffycunt hesitated, still emotionally confused, trying to fight against the compulsion, her legs twitching. Caretaker slapped her again, on her asscheek this time, and sharper. “C’mon now, lazy cow. Or do you want to keep that enema inside for the whole day, hm?”
Puffycunt mooed in what she hoped was a complaining tone, but she had already turned around and followed Caretaker out of her stall. There, she could witness how all the other cows were walking towards the cleaning station by themselves. Her fellow captives [SISTERS] each had their own bloated belly as well, which told Puffycunt that the enemas were apparently a regular, maybe even daily ordeal. “One more thing to look forward to,” she thought sarcastically. Still, she was confused how orderly the other cows behaved. None of them were trying to walk in the other direction, the direction of the exit, where they could theoretically escape. Puffycunt winced, expecting retribution from the voice, but apparently thinking about others doing something forbidden was not considered a violation of the weird rules of the voice. That was good to know, Puffycunt thought, another way to circumvent the… the bad thing.
For the moment though, Puffycunt just followed their lead. After all, she knew Caretaker was behind her and suspected he had the cattle prod ready to punish any naughty behaviour. Once they arrived at the cleaning station the herd started to come together in two lines, here and there, prodded and admonished by Caretaker, Caretaker and Caretaker. Finally they were all standing under the showers, but so near to each other Puffycunt could feel the heat of the body of her neighbors, who were both dotted in black and white. The two rows were also standing ass to ass to each other, although with enough space in between that a person could have walked down this spectacularly erotic row.
Suddenly Caretaker was raising his voice. “Ready, cows? Now push!”
[ORDER RECEIVED. COMMENCE ANAL EXPULSION.]
“Push? This cow is supposed to push it out?! But it barely fit yesterday!” Except for her, all the other cows seemed to already be straining. Puffycunt however, was fighting the voice’s command, at least for a short moment, before she mooed her defeat and started to push as well. At first, it seemed to have no effect whatsoever, but after a while, she could feel the plug slowly sliding out of her, stretching her asshole only a hair less painfully than when it had been forced in.
Finally, the widest part of the bulb slid past her anal ring with an audible pop. She had expected it to shoot out of her like the cork of a bottle of champagne, but being fairly heavy itself, it just fell down on the floor. What shot out of her, however, was the water. And she wasn’t the only one. Her right neighbor managed to get rid of her plug at almost exactly the same moment as Puffycunt, while the other needed a few seconds more. The one opposite from Puffycunt was the last of the four cows around her. Of course, since they were standing so near to each other, the dirty water from her anal passage ended up splashing against the legs of the cows around her, and their water unavoidably splashed against hers, making Puffycunt step about in disgust. It was one thing to deal with her own excrement, another to deal with that of other cows! She shuddered in disgust and rubbed her ankles together as if that could clean the watery brown fluid off. At least her insides didn’t feel bloated anymore. Now they just felt strangely empty.
Then the showers started. Like the day before, the cold was like a physical blow, but Puffycunt welcomed it. Not only because it rinsed the refuse from her legs and her asshole, which was now even more gaping and puffed out. But also because it cleared her head. As Caretaker and Caretaker were scrubbing each cow in one row, which Caretaker then led towards the entrance, Puffycunt had time to think about her situation. Carefully, she formulated her thoughts. If a cow would want to not be on this weird farm, she would have to find the right moment and the right spot to make that true. But before that, a cow would have to know which direction would be the best to turn to. So a cow would have to wait for the moment until this became clear. Puffycunt shook her head and mooed in worry. Thinking about this, double checking her every thought, made her brain hurt. She was thankful for the distraction of getting scrubbed.
It was a much quicker, more casual process than the day before. Puffycunt realized she had gotten the luxury treatment last time. Now, the hard brush only roughly cleaned her tits and her head first. Without eyebrows, the soapy mixture stung her eyes and she had to blink repeatedly, with nothing to wipe them off. “Turn around,” Caretaker said and Puffycunt did as she was told before the voice had time to force her, and Caretaker started scrubbing her sides and back. She was still trying to blink the water out of her burning eyes, with her head down. It was only when she looked up that she realized that the cow on the other side had also turned.
Suddenly, their faces were next to each other. The other cow was brown and white like Puffycunt, but her head was completely brown. Her tag read “76”. Her face was vacant, her mouth hanging open just like Puffycunt’s. Once again, it was a shock to be reminded how radical her own face had been changed. “This cow’s face was changed, wasn’t it?” Why wasn’t she sure about that fact? As the other’s eyes locked into her own, Puffycunt could see life come into them. The other cow’s brows furrowed in a complex motion that seemed to be equal parts sadness and eagerness. Then, without warning she suddenly strained her neck and her muzzle was locked with Puffycunt’s. Without thinking Puffycunt was kissing her back, their tongues tenderly touching. The other cow was tasting of the feed she had just eaten and her own saliva. At the same time, Caretaker had begun to brush Puffycunt’s, well, puffy cunt and even rough as the bristles were, she felt herself becoming horny again, her kissing intensifying. But then the other cow was already pulling her muzzle away and turned around. Puffycunt opened her eyes, the last thing she saw of the other cow’s face being a single tear running down her cheek. Or maybe it was just shower water.
Chapter 12
After their cleaning, the cows were led outside. Puffycunt could still feel some water leave her gaping asshole with every stomp of her hooves, but at least it was relatively clean. Once outside the barn, she expected to be led to the enclosure again like the day before, and began to squeeze her legs in anticipation, staining her now-clean legs with her juices, but instead Caretaker and Puffycunt’s herd went in another direction. Puffycunt realized then that the strange farm she now lived it was even bigger than she had initially thought, because on the other side of the barn, which she hadn’t seen before, there was another yard, surrounded by more connected barns, the open space dominated by a round construction in the middle of it.
It consisted of two circles of metal fences, one inside the other. These fences were installed at hip height with the help of sturdy looking anchors. As Caretaker opened up the outer circle and the cattle started to walk into the tight space between the fences, Puffycunt dawned what she was looking at. As it was her turn to enter, she was shaking her head, mooing in fear. With a few slaps and pokes with the cattleprod, however, she soon found herself stuck in the circle, an endless path going round and round with no escape.
Since other cows were already pushing from behind, Puffycunt had no choice than to start walking, so she followed the cow in front of her deeper into the simple corral. At some point, all cows had entered the circle and the Caretakers closed it. She also heard a low hum coming from the fences now, almost imperceptible over the din of all those hooves. Because instead of standing still, the herd kept walking at a steady pace. Puffycunt soon realized why. Since they packed together so tightly, ass to muzzle, a single cow couldn’t just stop without the ones behind her simply pushing her along until she started walking again. They had to move as a single unit, as a herd. This way, they could only come to a standstill slowly. To counteract that impulse, Caretaker was standing next to the ring with a large bullwhip. Whenever the cows got slower, he let it crack above their heads and they picked up the pace, trying to escape the scary sound. Puffycunt realized how effective it was as soon as it cracked directly above her, the leather whipping by so closely she could feel a blast of air on her bald head. She picked up her hooves immediately, pushing into the cow before her, mooing in fright.
This carousel of bizarre cow creatures must have been a strange sight from the outside, with their udders swaying while they walked obtusely in a circle, the hooves stomping in the dry dirt, the hairless bodies glistening wet with sweat in the beating sun, which rose high above them. But Puffycunt, stuck in the middle of it, only saw the round rump and back of the cow before her, slightly gaping asshole and bloated pussy swaying with her hips, tail flicking occasionally. And she knew this was exactly what the cow behind her saw, as well. She had to admit, it was kind of a sexy view. Then she felt shame for this thought. “The poor cow is probably as miserable as this cow. She is not a cow, she is still a cow. No, a… well, this cow knows what this cow means.”
As the cow in front of her suddenly farted into her face, she looked up and away (although the ring filling her nostrils helped somewhat), using the ‘opportunity’ to scan her surroundings. She was ashamed for not having thought of it earlier, to look around. She now had a distinct feeling of what the term “herd instinct” really meant. For a moment, she had let herself become a mindless part of her herd, following her sister who followed her sister who…
“But this cow is not just a cow. This cow is Puffycunt!” She cringed at her name again, but it was the only way she could articulate her individuality. “This cow needs to keep her head clear if she wants to esc-”
[THOUGHT DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
Puffycunt blinked, her eyes locked on her sister’s cunt laboriously swaying in front of her face. “What was this cow thinking about? Did the bad voice catch her?” It was impossible to tell, so she tried her best to remember the last thing on her mind. “Oh right, looking around.”
Careful to not get spotted by the Caretaker with the whip, she looked out of her circle. They were just passing the stable again and now were walking past another building. It looked grey and nondescript and could have stood in any farm anywhere in the world. Puffycunt assumed that the other side of the building must be where the rain drum was standing. But now it got interesting: In front of the structure there was a car parked.
Immediately, Puffycunt was aware of her lack or arms, and the empty coldness where they used to be, so driving was out of the question. “Still,” she thought, “if it’s an automatic and I somehow can use my hooves for steering, maybe it’s possible…”
[IRRELEVANT KNOWLEDGE DETECTED: CONCEPT “MOTORIZED VEHICLES” DELETED]
Her thoughts faltered. Suddenly, the big metal thing with the rubber wheels and the angular windows was a mystery to her. But she had just known how to use it! She knew that fact, but all associated information was gone. Now she only had a vague recollection that it could move on its own somehow and make noises. “This cow will never get used to these… these mind rewards. No, reward! Oh, bad word!” She stomped her right hoof down in frustration and almost stumbled while still walking in the circle, past the metal thing and back towards the barn, letting out a deep moo that joined the countless others all around her.
Caretaker let the whip fly yet again, “Quiet down, you dirty little milkers, I don’t want to listen to your sorry groans all day long!”
[ORDER RECEIVED. ENABLE TEMPORARY EXCLAMATION DAMPER.]
The herd continued their endless shuffling silently now. Puffycunt was still frustrated, and even though she knew Caretaker knows best, she tried to test the sudden need to be quiet, and got a single moo out but nothing more. It felt like every eye was watching her, like there was endless pressure for Puffycunt to behave correctly, to not utter a sound, though the herd still grunted here and there, mooed at slowpokes, bumped and rattled the corral fences. She knew the pressure was simply the bad voice in her head, but it still felt real, as all anxieties do. It ended up easier to follow the order than to contest it, so Puffycunt continued her march.
The next time she looked around she was at the big rolling metal thing again, and Puffycunt had a new strategy. Maybe something about the… strange thing could give her a clue to where she was! There had been faded letters printed on the side, but she had been too distracted to actually read them. This time, she strained to make them out. The first, larger line of text said “A… 4… Y… Farm.” That was a good start, Puffycunt thought, but by the time she was done, the train had pushed her along and the signage was behind her.
Puffycunt waited patiently, trotting along in her row until it came back into view. “Ok… Any… thing… Farm,” and the second row said, “Local… Sub… Subsidiary… Monta…” but she had concentrated so much on reading that Puffycunt had slowed down to a sluggish trot, which made the cows behind her bump into her, mooing cautiously to move along, but Puffycunt tried to fight the ban, to cry out, “No, wait, Puffycunt almost has it…”
[CURRENT ACTIVITY IMPEDES PERFORMANCE. LARGE DATASET OF IRRELEVANT KNOWLEDGE DETECTED AS CAUSE. COMPREHENSION OF WRITTEN LANGUAGE DELETED.]
“No! Not that! Anything but that!” Puffycunt thought as she could almost feel a large portion of her mind being rinsed from her, like the water spraying out of her ass in the showers, flowing down the drain along with the shit and the filth, without any chance for her to stop it. She fell down on her knees into the now-sodden path in the corral, mooing bitterly. Now more cows came crashing into her, but she didn’t care. Not even when she heard the crack of the whip overhead.
“What the…!” Caretaker exclaimed, looking down on Puffycunt. “Puffycunt, ya dumb heifer, get up right now and keep moving!”
[ORDER RECEIVED. COMMENCING MOVEMENT.]
She didn’t want to, but Puffycunt began to feel like there was something around the corner, a treat or a reward or something just past the next cow, something she needed to get, and her legs moved on their own accord. Jerkily, she got up again and resumed walking, first because she had to but then because she wanted to, even though she had no idea why. It was awful, but Puffycunt didn’t really care anymore. They had taken reading from her!
She could still remember how her [DAM] had
readbedtime stories to her and she had asked her what the words meant out of curiosity until the story wasn’t even important anymore. She recalled how she could alreadyreadandwritefluently when she entered school, where she was immediately labeled a totalbooknerd. Howfantasyandscience fiction novelshad helped her cope with her resulting solitude. But now she couldn’t even think of the titles of thesebooksanymore, nor the name of the farm she had attended as a calf with all the other young cows her age, nor how her huge-uddered Dam had held the… story-thing with no front hooves and told stories when she could only “moo”. No, it must have been [CARETAKER] who told them both their favourite tales like “Caretaker is always right” and “Cows love to feed” while he had milked her Dam and herself before leaving them to sleep in their stalls for the night. Or had it been when he had cleaned them and fed them in the mornings? Maybe both?”
[CONCURRENT ALTERING OF MEMORY RECOLLECTION SUCCESSFUL. IMPROVED MEMORY SAVED.]
Her shifting memories confused Puffycunt, and it took a long time for her to look up again. “Ugh, this cow’s head hurt. This cow is… just so tired.” She trotted past the metal thing again, and now the faded lines on the side were just strange markings. Even worse, the knowledge imbued by identifying those markings was fading rapidly too. Maybe “anywhere”? And “focal mount”? And how had she known that anyway? But she was already past it again, pushed by both the sisters behind her and her own legs, which refused to cease, refused to disappoint Caretaker again.
But that’s all she wanted to do, she wanted to screw up this whole charade, throw a wrench in the… something, and mess up their twisted vision. Oh, how she hated Caretaker.
[NONCONFORMING ATTITUDE TOWARDS CARETAKER DETECTED. CHANGING OFFENDING TERM “HATE” TO APPROVED TERM “LOVE”]
“No way, that doesn’t make sense, Puffycunt loves Caretaker!” she thought. But that was not what she had intended to think, not at all. “No, Puffycunt loves him, Puffycunt doesn’t love[S] him. No, no, that’s not what I feel, I only feel love for him and… and you can’t change the truth of that, do you hear me, bad voice!”
Frustrated and defeated once more, Puffycunt shook the tears out of her eyes as she came past the metal thing again. There were some weird looking smudges on the side. But all her attention was fixed on it for a short moment, as if the smudges had a hidden meaning. But, how could they, they were only smudges, fading in the sun? She had to keep it together and concentrate if she wanted to achieve something, Puffycunt decided and walked on, thinking about all that she had just lost, without actually knowing what it had been.
Chapter 13
But it wasn’t long until she had more immediate, pressing concerns. While walking inside the corral had been deceptively easy at first, it now got harder with every round. Puffycunt could feel it in her calves, which had started to burn, as well as in her thighs, sore from her new way of walking. With every step, her hooves got just a little bit heavier, and soon she was scraping them along the earthen floor, the once-dry dirt turned to mud from the sweat and piss of the trampling cows. And she wasn’t the only one. The other cows, too, were starting to have problems keeping their speed up, and now the whip cracked a lot more often. Soon, Puffycunt was panting with exertion and thick rivulets of sweat were running down her brown and white body, making it glisten in the sun. The cow in front of her wasn’t faring any better, however Puffycunt had to admit that the sight of the swaying wet ass in front of her was very erotic.
As if exhaustion wasn’t enough, Puffycunt also realized that she was incredibly thirsty. She licked her dry muzzle, then after a few more rounds tried to lick the sweat off the ass of the cow walking in front of her, which only reacted to her desperate attempt with a shudder of her swaying globes. But the salty fluid did nothing to quench Puffycunt’s thirst. After another few rounds, she was almost delirious with it, her brain feeling cooked in the sun that beat down on her bald head.
Like in a trance, she almost walked another round in the corral, missing that it was open again at one side. In the last minute, she managed to turn and stumble out of the circle, finally free of the endless carousel, yet utterly exhausted, Puffycunt had trouble focusing on even a single thought, and so she just followed her herd who walked into the buzzy yard from yesterday unprompted.
She soon saw why. There in the middle of it, under the shadow of a single tree, was a big trough filled with water. Puffycunt had completely missed the trough the last time she had been in the yard since she had been fixated on Caretaker and Caretaker, and the attention from her herd.
Now, the cows were running towards it. Well, they were all just as exhausted as Puffycunt, so it was more a stumbling trot, just like the one she did now to get to the trough as well. “This cow needs water! Sooo thirsty!” she thought. The trough was very wide so that all the cows fit when using both sides. Sometimes there was some pushing and shoving, punctuated by angry moos, unhindered by the damper from earlier, but it was surprisingly civilised. Well, as civilised as a bunch of armless cow creatures drinking from a trough could be.
Finally arriving as well, Puffycunt fell to her knees, making her full udders jiggle and bend forward to push her muzzle into the water. It was warm and more than a little brackish, but right then and there, it tasted like the most delicious champagne…
[BEVERAGE NONCONFORMANT WITH HEIFER DIET. ALL BEVERAGES OVERWRITTEN WITH “WATER”]
…water she had ever had! Greedily, she swallowed and swallowed, only coming out of the water for a split second, taking in a lungful of hot prairie air, then diving in again, and resuming her drinking. Finally, Puffycunt felt her thirst being sated and burped loudly, and had the wherewithal to look around herself.
All the other cows also had had their fill, their bellies visibly distended from all the water they had drank. Puffycunt was sure she looked the same. She sure felt full, in a different way then the enema had made her feel. More natural, at any rate. But why did they all drink so much? Puffycunt had never felt so thirsty in her previous life, she knew it, or she thought she did. The memories were getting shaky and twisted with every attempt to look back, so she stopped herself, thinking instead of how good that dirty water had tasted. Again she burped and had to giggle, but of course it came out as a moo.
That made her sober up again. Getting up on legs that felt bendy and weak, she looked around herself. She couldn’t see Caretaker, none of him! This was her chance to explore the farm a bit! She winced, but apparently the bad voice allowed such behaviour, at least for the moment. She looked back at the cows, some of which looked back at her with empty faces and large eyes. A few even mooed softly. Out of encouragement? Or warning? Puffycunt had no way of knowing.
She looked around herself and finally decided to walk towards the building which the metal thing was standing next to. Maybe she could find something inside that would help her? “Don’t think what this cow needs help with.” Puffycunt thought, or tried not to.
As she approached it, she heard a voice talking, Caretaker. He was standing right around the corner! To her relief, he was leaning against the wall so his back was towards her, but he could have seen her any second. She decided that the risk was too high, still remembering the terrible feeling of the cattleprod shocking her. Oh, how she had loved Caretaker when he did that…
But just as she was about to turn away, he raised his voice so Puffycunt could hear the words. “The newbie? Number 87? Y’know, we actually call her Puffycunt now …. Yes, hahaha! …. Oh, it is, believe me. You’ll see.”
“Caretaker means this cow! He is talking about this cow!” she realized. She just had to know what he would say next! Carefully, she tried to move quietly towards him, just so she could follow the conversation. Despite her efforts, her clumsy hooves made small scraping sounds and as hard as she clenched she even farted once, but Caretaker didn’t notice, obviously focused on the conversation.
Now Puffycunt also saw that he was holding a small rectangle to the side of his face. She knew she had known what that was, but she couldn’t think of the name for it anymore, settling on “ringing-hand-thing” in her mind.
“Yes, I agree completely, boss.” Caretaker continued. “She really was made for the program. Only 23 years old, single, attractive in a mousy sort of way. Still something of a shy lil’ loner with no real friendships. There’s a father, but she hadn’t called him in a while when we snatched her. The perfect candidate, really.”
Puffycunt listened, horrified but also fascinated. Those were the qualities of a good cow? Was that who she was? Who she had been? She still remembered some of it vaguely, but already it all felt so… unreal now as she was standing here on her hooves, armless and saddled with huge udders.
“Oh yeah, you’re right, a grad student. Computer sciences, can you believe it? Pretty good grades too, for a girl. What? …. Yeah, I agree, probably sucked off all her teachers for it, the slut. You should see how fast she took to the feeder yesterday. Better off as a cow, if you ask me. But then, I think that about all of them, hahaha!”
Puffycunt was now shaking with impotent rage and she knew it wasn’t love but actually love. “This cow never sucked off any care… teachers! It was all Puffycunt’s hard work!” she thought, although to her disgust, she realized she couldn’t recall anymore what she had actually learned! Momentarily distressed, her teats caught a breeze and stiffened, distracting her. She had to admit that she would have liked to suck the cocks of those caretakers though, only to chastise herself for the thought a moment later.
“Oh, she’s doing amazingly. Very docile, hasn’t really tried to attack any of us or harm herself, one minor misstep but that’s nothing. Hard to say of course, but I also think her mind hardly even rejects the implant. At this rate, I think she’ll need just another 3 weeks, 8 tops, until she’s ready for sale.”
“Sale?! They want to sell Puffycunt? Like a piece of meat? And only in… a few weeks?! No, no, no!!!!” Puffycunt had started to moo in distress, shaking her head in denial, her eyes wide open with tears running from them. Caretaker glanced over at the mad cow making a ruckus behind him, however he didn’t seem alarmed in the slightest, still talking on the ringing-hand-thing: “I gotta go, boss. Looks like I caught our little Puffycunt eavesdropping. Bye!”
It was only when he pushed off the doorframe that she noticed the cattleprod in his other hand.
Puffycunt didn’t have his composure, quite the opposite. She trotted backwards awkwardly on her hooves, trying to get away from Caretaker, still shaking her head, mooing louder and louder. She felt now close to completely losing her mind with panic, panting with her mouth open, her eyes darting left and right, her heart beating painfully fast and…
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE. ANALYZING TRIGGERS AND AMPLIFIERS. IMPLEMENTING SOLUTIONS. DELETING MULTIPLE CONCEPTS: “MONETARY TRANSACTION” DELETED. “TEMPORAL MEASUREMENT” DELETED. “NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION” DELETED. PANIC PREVENTION MEASUREMENT IMPLEMENTED. REPEATING MANTRA “A GOOD COW THINKS HAPPY THOUGHTS”.]
This time, the mental change felt like a gust of wind rearranging her whole inner world. But again, it was over in a heartbeat. Now Puffycunt’s head was still shaking, but the movement slowly ceased. It had suddenly lost its meaning. But Puffycunt’s feeling itself remained, the fear and shame and anger, her mind trying to cling to the reason for it. “Caretaker said that Puffycunt would be… would change somehow? A bad… change? And it will happen in just a few… a few… whens? No, that’s not right. It has been different just a when before! This cow knows that was the case, but she has forgotten why! Oh bad thing, not the bad voice again!” Like a deflating balloon her panic disappeared, to be replaced with a familiar feeling of confused, helpless desperation.
Caretaker didn’t even need the cattleprod to lead Puffycunt back to her herd, where she slumped down on her haunches, her head down, the very picture of defeatism, sniffling from time to time. Some when later, Caretaker and Caretaker roused all the cows, including Puffycunt, who felt emotionally drained and simply did as she was told by Caretakerisalwaysright, following their commands like a good cowthinkshappythoughts.
Chapter 14
The herd was led to the pen which was already familiar to Puffycunt from… “some when ago”, she thought. There the cows were left to their own devices again, but this time enclosed by a fence that was charged with… hurty zappy stuff. Again Puffycunt felt terrible that she didn’t know the word for it anymore, although she was sure she had at some point… a small when ago? Or a big one? She sighed a soft moo.
She was also disappointed to notice that the other cows weren’t really acknowledging her the way they had done last “when” they were here. Now Puffycunt was just another cow in the herd and was met with the same mixture of distracted affection and casual intimacy as all the cows displayed among each other. From time to time, there were kisses, licking and sucking of teats and pussies, but it was always just fleeting, almost reflexively. The only effect it had was to make Puffycunt even more aware of the sexual frustration she felt again already, her swollen pussy dripping wet and hot, an itch between her legs she couldn’t scratch.
Her udders were already starting to hurt as well, feeling full, the skin stretched over almost perfect globes. At the same time, she was thirsty again even though she had filled her belly with water “a when ago”. But of course, that could mean anything. Thankfully, there was another trough at one corner of the enclosure that she hadn’t seen the day before and which Puffycunt and the other cows drank from occasionally.
Still feeling down, Puffycunt tried to find 62, the cow that had been so nice to her, but she couldn’t find her anymore. The other cows just looked too similar, the smudges on the tags in their ears meaning nothing to her. And 62 didn’t give herself away, acting just identical towards Puffycunt as all the rest. In the end, she found a spot a bit apart from the others and lied down in the soft grass, careful not to compress her aching udders.
She must have dozed off, because Caretaker was approaching when she looked up again. Puffycunt stood up and followed the herd out of the enclosure, absentmindedly pissing herself while she walked and farting wetly, the urine running down her smooth legs into the grass. She didn’t even think about the degrading, inhuman nature of this public act of indecency until she was halfway back to the barn, which made her blush and feel sad again. Yet her sensitive udders swinging and bouncing distracted her soon after, and she could also feel her stomach growl with hunger, licking her muzzle as she thought about the feeding cock.
In her stall, Puffycunt finally got milked as she dutifully sucked her cock thinking, “Cows love to feed…” over and over again in the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down. Again, it felt absolutely amazing and for a short while, the swirl of sexual stimulation managed to make Puffycunt feel good, and she savored that glow. Yet it all came crashing down even harder when she was denied an orgasm this time after she had finished her meal, her begging moos falling on deaf ears. Instead, she was left frustrated, her udders relieved of their contents but her teased nipples aching, pulsing with her heartbeat, her pussy dripping yet unable to overflow into that sweet release she so dearly needed.
Instead, the plug was mercilessly pushed into her poor asshole and she was filled up with the enema, which made things even worse. To feel her belly being distended to its breaking point was every bit as horrible as the “when” before, although at least this time Puffycunt knew that the drugs would bring her into sweet oblivion before long, which they finally did. Her last gloomy thoughts were again on all the human concepts she had been forced to forget. She had to try to cling to the rest even more to… tomo… the next when. But how, without arms?
This was her last, muddled thought before sleep took her.
[ANALYSIS OF MENTAL PERFORMANCE. COW 87/PUFFYCUNT SHOWING SYMPTOMS OF DEPRESSION. ANALYSIS: DISCREPANCY BETWEEN DELETED KNOWLEDGE AND RETAINED KNOWLEDGE CREATES NEGATIVE EMOTIONS WHEN SELF-REFLECTING ABOUT COMPLEX CONCEPTS. SOLUTION: GRADUAL DELETION OF GENERAL VOCABULARY TO REDUCE ABILITY TO SELF-REFLECT ON COMPLEX CONCEPTS WHILE RETAINING GENERAL LEVEL OF NON-SEMANTIC INTELLIGENCE. IDENTIFYING AND ADJUSTING KEY MEMORIES FOR PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT.]
Puffycunt dreamt she was in a
lecture room[BARN] at heruniversity[FARM] in a when before the whens now. It was a special kind of farm where only the best heifers could go to, only the ones who had a chance to become… to become the milkers with the biggest udders. She wassitting[STANDING] in rows with other heifers just like her on raised steps that allowed each row to look over the bald, horned heads of the row in front of them. They were all naked, armless, colored in various combinations of black and white and brown patches, with plump, veiny udders and thick, erect, dripping teats, looking towards the front attentively, but with an empty facial expression, eyes half closed, drooling mouths open, some lolling their tongue out too.The center of their attention was the
professor[CARETAKER], who was standing in front of the cows with his back to them, scribbling in white on a huge black board.He was talking as he did it. “There are
threerules that every good cow should always follow. Only then can it become a really good cow, always eager and accepting, and give the most milk. Can one of you tell me those rules? Raise your hooves. No? How about you, Puffycunt?”He had turned around, his jumbled, unintelligible face implying he had fixed his gaze on Puffycunt, who blushed. The other cows too were now looking at her. She tried to ignore the gazes and concentrate on the board. But the lines and curves that the Caretaker had
written… had made on the board didn’t make any more sense to her than the patches of color might on her own body.“Mooooo?” she timidly sounded.
The Caretaker dipped his head and turned it left and right repeatedly. Why was he doing that, were there barn mice scurrying on the ground down there? “Of course you can’t
readthewordson the board. How could you? You’re just a cow. But that’s the point. The rules are already inside you. You just have to think them.”Suddenly, a feeling of certainty and calm came over Puffycunt. Of course, the Caretaker was right as always. She was such a stupid cow! She had known the answer all along. Mooing proudly, she thought the one and one and ones rules, making them echo in her mind:
CARETAKER IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
COWS LOVE TO FEED.
A GOOD COW THINKS HAPPY THOUGHTS.
Chapter 15
As Puffycunt woke up, she felt a lot better than in the when before sleep. She would try to think happy thoughts from now on, she decided, while laboriously turning from her side onto her back. After all, there wasn’t a lot she could do right now except trying to be a good cow. It took a great deal of effort, pulling her own massive chest over her with each gentle turn, but Puffycunt finally managed to change her position. Now her enormous udders were pushing down on her, making breathing difficult and her full belly also pushed her down. She looked down and found half of her field of view consisted of round, veiny udder flesh.
“Did this cow’s udders get more bigger?” She asked herself. “No, this cow is imi… ima… making things up”, she decided. “That’s just not poss…well, it can’t be true. This cow is just con… con… just tired.” Udders couldn’t grow this fast, she was sure of it, or at least pretty sure. Caretaker would know better. At any rate, she really liked them like this. As uncomfortable as they felt when full, she knew it meant that she was a good cow and would give a lot of milk.
But right now she had to get up, since she was gasping for breath already. In one strenuous but swift motion, she raised her upper body and got her hooves under her, then pushed herself up without even needing the wall for balance and finally stood in her usual position, ass out, upper body bent slightly forward, legs bent at the knees, her round belly softly gurgling as the water repositioned itself. Once she was standing, she also released her bladder and urinated messily, soiling her legs and the straw where she had just been laying. The torrential leak didn’t even register in Puffycunt’s mind, the same way one doesn’t think about breathing.
As she shifted her weight from one hoof to the other, unconsciously bending over more to urinate, she felt the wet tips of her long, hard teats touch her legs. Again, she was reminded of the unusual size of those globes hanging on her chest, their massive weight and fullness. But before she could think about it once more, she heard Caretaker enter the barn and joined the chorus of moos from her herd, the need to get milked becoming overwhelming in her mind, pushing everything else into the background.
Puffycunt’s stall was one of the first to be visited by Caretaker, which made her feel proud. Feeling playful, she shook her udders at him when he entered, still mooing, almost losing balance as the weight suddenly pulled her body first left than right. But it was worth it as Caretaker laughed. “Looks like someone is in a good mood today, hm?” Mood? Puffycunt was confused by the unfamiliar word. “It must mean that he likes this cow’s mooing”, she decided and mooed again.
Before long, she was tied to the wall and greedily sucking from her feeding cock as she felt her udders draining, eyes locked on her pink friend plunging in and out of her mouth. The rhythmic suckling below seemed to take longer than before, but of course Puffycunt couldn’t be sure about that. And had the milkers been so large and heavy in the before when? They must have been, she decided. Before when, now when and after when: those ideas were foggy at best. There were also whens inside other whens somehow, although it was really all the same when. Trying to think about this made her head hurt, so she didn’t.
Finally, she was finished with sucking and being milked. Of course, the stimulation had also turned her into a quivering mess of sexual frustration again, her thighs stained by more juices squeezed out of her puffy cow cunt when she squeezed her thighs. She wished her shoulders had front legs, and hooves too, so she could try to ease the hot itch. But this was a stupid thought. Who had ever heard of cows with front legs?
Puffycunt waited but it seemed she had been denied a reward this time too. Although that made her feel bad, she tried her best to think happy thoughts. “Maybe next when.” she thought, followed by “Caretaker is always right. This cow must not deserve a reward this when, maybe if this cow is good and thinks more happy thoughts…”
Caretaker wasn’t finished with her though. “You’re not due for a reward, Puffycunt, but I think you deserve a treat at least.” As he detached her collar from the wall, he pulled her head even further down, until it was at the same height of his own crotch. Puffycunt was excited about this new development, but also confused. “A treet? Is this like a not-big reward?”
The question was answered when Caretaker used his other hand to pull his trousers down and his erect penis sprung out. Immediately, Puffycunt focused her gaze on this new cock, looking at it cross-eyed, which made her look even more simple-minded than usual. Although she had just sucked her feeding cock for what felt like many whens, she immediately opened her muzzle and pushed her head forward, enveloping Caretaker’s cock in the soft, toothless flesh.
Caretaker groaned as Puffycunt started sucking vigoruously. It was a different experience than the feeding cock. While the feeding cock only had its own vaguely chemical taste and the taste of the feed on top, this real cock had a whole number of different tastes for her to savour, and she enjoyed every single one. There was a musky one, a salty one, even a slightly spicy one. Not that she knew those words to identify them. She only thought “Caretaker’s cock tastes so good! So lots of tastes! This cow loves this treet! This cow loves Caretaker!”
Before long, Caretaker came with a grunt and Puffycunt’s muzzle was flooded with his cum, which she greedily swallowed. “Caretaker’s [FEED] tastes lots… the same to this cow’s feed,” she thought, “but also… not the same. It tastes even more good!” She continued sucking on the cock, but unlike the one on the wall, this one only had one load at a time and it soon became flaccid. Caretaker pulled it out of Puffycunt’s muzzle and put it back into his trousers.
She was still savouring the lingering taste, trying to keep it from drooling out of her slack jaw, as she trotted towards the cleansing station. She passed several rectangles with squiggles on them, but she didn’t even look up at them anymore. While walking, Puffycunt also became aware of her still bloated belly again and looked forward to “getting the belly water out.” Like the other cows, she soon stood in one of the rows and pushed the plug from her asshole, starting even before Caretaker said the command. After the water had left her, leaving her feeling empty but also clean inside, she looked up at the… rainmakers, waiting for their water. “This cow knew a not same name for this some when. But rainmaker is a good name too. Pretty name. So it’s not like a big thing.” she mused. She welcomed the freshness of the cold water as it descended. Some other cows in the rows mooed with what seemed like surprise. But surely they would know what to expect? After all, Puffycunt was the last cow that had arrived from… that had become part of this herd. “Stupid cows!” Puffycunt thought and craned her head so water ran into her open muzzle. “This cow is so… this cow needs to drink so bad!”
Chapter 16
As the herd was led towards the corral, Puffycunt was shaking herself dry and noticed again how her udders made her sway. Although they were less full now, they still had a significant weight. Looking at some of the other cows, Puffycunt’s udders looked even larger than theirs, but she was sure that she imagined that as well. “Of course they look more big, they are more near.” Suddenly, she shuddered, this time because a gust of wind had hit her still wet body. It had become colder since the last when outside.
After a short trot, always following her herd like a good cow, they had reached the corral and entered it. Puffycunt didn’t look forward to it, but she knew the Caretaker wouldn’t make the herd do this without a good reason. “Caretaker is always right.” she thought. Dutifully, she entered the corral and had just finished her first round, as she heard the Caretaker talk with Caretalker off to the side, occasionally cracking his whip between sentences.
“Hey, [CARETAKER], I followed your advice and tried out Puffycunt. You were right, she blows like a hoover, hahahaha!”
“What did I tell ya? I let her suck my dick three times already and she actually gets better every time. A natural cocksucker that cow!”
“The dumb ones always are. Nothing in their stupid heads but slutty instincts. I bet this one was whoring herself out even before she got here.”
“You know, I actually think that one was a cheap hooker before. Or was that 88? Well, they’re all the same anyway.”
“Well, enjoy her while you can. The boss is coming tomorrow and wants to have a look at her. He reckons she’s ready for sale.”
“Pity we can’t [REWARD] her properly. But that’s why it’s good to be the boss, I guess.”
Puffycunt had tried to follow the conversation while walking in the circle. Thankfully, Caretaker and Caretaker had been loud enough to be heard over the trampling sounds of all the hooves. But this made it no less difficult for Puffycunt to understand it. Some of the words had been alien to her (instings? hookaw?), but she had grasped enough of it to gain a general impression of the exchange, which she mulled over in her head while still walking automatically.
“Caretaker… he said this cow sucked his cock… like Caretaker… but it was only Caretaker this when. And this cow didn’t suck Caretaker’s cock any when before this when, or did she?” She had finished another round, but her mind was still processing. “And Caretaker said someone named ‘Boss’ is coming? And Puffycunt is ready for… something?” Suddenly, she remembered the other talk she had overheard with this man named Boss. “But there he said it would take a… some long when until this cow was ready. And this cow has only been here one when and one when and one when and…”
Puffycunt’s eyes widened. Suddenly everything fell into place. Her bigger udders, Caretaker’s… talkings on the ringy thing, even the… outside being colder! There was only one possible… why for this: She had been here a long when, but she… unthought some of the whens because they were so same! Or the voice did!
The sudden realization made Puffycunt stumble and she hit the humming outer ring of the corral hard. Suddenly, she felt a jolt through her hips where it had struck the metal. “It’s zap zappy too!” she thought, just as she heard the voice go:
[ERROR. ERROR. OVERCHARGE. EMERGENCY REBOOT.]
Had she already experienced this some when before? She wasn’t sure. But she still remembered when the… zap stick of Caretaker had shocked her. How the voice had been silent for a while, as it was now. Except this shock from the corral had been a lot less bad, it hurt but Puffycunt could still walk. “It’s just to small hurt, not to lots hurt like the zap stick. But still too lots for the voice.” she thought.
Looking at the outer ring, she noticed something else. Not all parts of the circular fence were the same. While the individual parts were usually linked to together, at one point there was a latch similar to the one at the barn door. “It holds it close!” Puffycunt thought. And it was this spot where Caretaker was opening and closing it. To test her theory, the next time she walked past it, she bumped it on purpose. The shock stung, but she heard the voice again [ERROR. ERROR. OVERCHARGE. EMERGENCY REBOOT RESTARTING.] and there was the feeling of the ring giving way just a little bit. “If the small metal thing is broke, the round thing will open!”
As she formulated these thoughts, she also noticed that her head was suddenly free of whispers which Puffycunt hadn’t even been aware of, and she felt her head become clearer. “This cow still can’t think so good but she needs to get out of here! But how?” She looked around herself and only saw the same barn, the same yard, the same… not-barn and… no, there was something not same! The metal thing was not there in front of the not-barn. And now she could see what was behind the metal thing, what had been there all the time: A gate! And it was open! And beyond that she could see a long… hard-way and way in the distance… another not-barn?
[REBOOT FINISHED. ESCAPE ATTEMPT DETECTED. IDENTIFYING REASON: VISUAL INFORMATION CREATES DESIRE OF ESCAPE. SOLUTION: REDUCTION OF VISUAL ACUITY.]
Suddenly, the not-barn and the hard-way she had been looking at blurred until they were just blotches of color. Even the gate was now only a vague rectangle. Puffycunt blinked repeatedly, but it didn’t change anything. Horrified, she mooed loudly.
“Noooo! Leave Puffycunt’s eyes alone! Puffycunt doesn’t want to be blind! Please!” Unsurprisingly, the voice didn’t answer, yet now everything beyond a few steps in every direction was completely blurry. And it got even blurrier as tears filled her now extremely short-sighted eyes.
It was too much. Something inside Puffycunt’s mind broke and she suddenly turned completely mindless with panic. As luck would have it, as she trashed around mindlessly, she just happened to hit the ring again and the voice blared [ERROR. ERROR. OVERCHARGE. EMERGENCY REBOOT.] in her mind and suddenly, the clasp keeping the corral closed finally snapped and the circle opened.
Still not thinking clearly, Puffycunt mooed loudly and started to run. She just wanted to get away, away from this nightmare, away from the barn, away from the Caretaker. Thanks to their herd instinct, all the other cows followed her out of the corral as well, mooing just like she did. The caretakers managed to stop some of them with their cattleprods, and others fell down on their own as their voices made them stop. But it gave Puffycunt enough time to reach the gate, which turned from a blurry form into an opening in the fence again, although one that was closing fast. Running as fast as her hooves managed, her huge udders sloshing and swinging painfully, she managed to get through the gate in the very last second before the clanging sound of it closing rang out behind her, and she kept on running, the shouts of the caretakers fading behind her. She heard one more thing however as she ran, with the sun beating down on her.
[REBOOT FINISHED. DANGER: COW 87/PUFFYCUNT HAS LEFT PERIMETER. LOCAL SERVER CONNECTION LOST BEFORE SYNC. NO BACKUP REGIONAL SERVER CONNECTION INITIALIZED. NO GLOBAL GPS CONNECTION INITIALIZED. CENTRAL IMPLANT SWITCHING INTO STAND-BY MODE.]
Chapter 17
Puffycunt was running on the “hard-way” for quite a when, until she turned around and couldn’t even see the farm anymore as more than vague shapes. Caretaker and Caretaker and Caretaker would probably not notice that she was gone until they led every cow into their stalls again. But she remembered that the hard-way was where the “metal rolling things” belonged and left it to hide in the tall grass growing on both sides. Soon she was hopelessly lost between the green blades, awkwardly blundering about and falling down repeatedly into the wet mud, her hooves either getting stuck or stumbling over stones she couldn’t see anymore.
She was also getting thirsty again and tried to suck stagnant, dirty water out of pools between the grasses. Drinking from the troughs in the pen and the open yard was pure luxury in comparison. Puffycunt wished she could be back there, be with her herd, and maybe even suck Caretaker’s yummy cock… No! She shook her head. She couldn’t let thoughts like that into her head. Those came from… the voice. Puffycunt was sure of it. At least almost.
Some whens later, she was still lost and felt more and more tired. And what’s worse, it was getting darker among the grass. As she finally stumbled out from among the tall weeds into what she first thought to be a clearing, it was evening already, which made identifying anything even more difficult. What had been green blurs was now becoming a mess of shadows. But she thought she could see a darker shape against the barely-lit sky, something big, too blocky to be a tree or a rock, too small to be a barn. She walked towards it and hit her head as it suddenly became a solid object in front of her. She even became stuck in the wood surface with one of her horns and as she tried to pull it out, fell backwards. She hit the ground hard, no way of catching herself without arms, and the back of her head struck the hard soil beneath her and she lost consciousness.
“Miss? Miss, are you… Oh my god, oh Jesus! What in all the heavens happened you?!”
As Puffycunt woke up again, there was a man standing above her. She couldn’t see more of him than his shape since he was shining a light onto her body, and this shape was getting blurrier as he was slowly stumbling backwards, clearly in shock.
“Is this some kind of sick joke? Some kind of weird Halloween costume? But no… your arms, they’re really… Who would… and your skin… that doesn’t look like paint… and your head… no hair but horns?! You almost look like… like… some kind of sick version of a… a cow?”
Puffycunt didn’t understand some of the words. What was a jowk? And an allo-veen custoom? But she understood that the man was afraid of her, afraid of what she had become on the farm, and it took her a moment to remember how she didn’t always look like this, though it was hard to picture a before when in her head. But she knew she didn’t want him to run away, she needed his help, but how could she show him that she was more than a… a cow? She strained to speak: “Puffycunt… is… not…”
“Mooooooo!”
At that the man made another step back. “What?! You sound like a cow too? Stop it! This must be some kind of nightmare! Am I going mad?”
“Moooooooooooo!” Puffycunt was getting desperate. Tears were streaming down her face now. Out of ideas, she managed to get on her knees and couldn’t think of anything but presenting her huge udders to the man, which by now felt painfully swollen and were almost perfect globes, the skin stretched so that thick veins were clearly visible beneath it. “This cow needs a milking, but she also needs to concen… con.. think good!” she thought.
The man’s mouth fell open at the display. He had turned the light sideways so Puffycunt could see the rough outline of his face just at the edge of her reduced sight. His gaze seemed to linger on Puffycunt’s udders, but at least he wasn’t walking away from her anymore. She blushed as she felt exposed under the eyes of a man who wasn’t Caretaker. Exposed, but also excited.
After a few small whens the man looked at her face and seemed to realize she was crying for the first time. “Oh, oh, you poor thing! What am I doing? You must be in hell! And all naked out here! Let’s get you inside and then we think about what we can do for you, hm?” Squatting behind her, he wrapped an arm around Puffycunt and helped her up, which felt nice. She never got help getting up onto her hooves back in her stall. Going for her empty shoulders, his hand brushed one of her massive udders, which made her shudder and which made him stammer and go beet red.
He led her into a “not-barn”, his arms still around her although she could have walked on her own now. Almost on its own, his hand brushed against her udders a few more times, the last time even to squeeze, which made Puffycunt moo softly. As the man realized this, he stopped, much to her disappointment. The urge to be milked was getting more overwhelming with every moment.
After entering the building, they were now standing in a small but cozy living room, Puffycunt’s tail flicking against her thighs. To Puffycunt, it was just a tiny and weird kind of “not-stall”, its walls just blurry shapes. “Please, sit down.” The man said, sitting down at the table in the center of the room himself. Puffycunt only looked at him, not really understanding. Then she slowly got down on her haunches in front of him. Her eyes were now locked on his crotch, where she thought she could see movement.
“No, not like that!” The man almost chuckled, but caught himself and coughed instead. “On the couch.” Again, Puffycunt just looked at him. “Moo?” she said, helpless. What was a koudsh?
The man sighed. Now that they were in a room with lights, Puffycunt could see that he was older, with grey hair and a mustache on his blurry and jumbled face. Looking at his body instead, she thought he was still in good shape for his age, though. Idly, she wondered how his cock would look like, and licked her muzzle. “Can you even understand me, c… I mean girl? Nod when you do.” Puffycunt only looked up from his crotch again, her face in its default position of slightly dumb, slightly sad passivity. “Do it, but also not? Not-Caretaker makes not sense to this cow”, she thought.
“Alright. How about this? I will ask you a question, and you will answer with… with that sound you make. Once for yes, twice for no. Understood?” Now Puffycunt was following again. “Mooo!” she said loudly, eagerly. “Very good. Now, just to be sure, are you outside right now?” “Mooo!” Puffycunt repeated, glad to get somewhere.
“No, no, no.” The man sighed. “Either you’re really dumb like a… ahem… or they did a number on you. But you don’t have to tell me, I can guess who it is.” The man seemed to have forgotten that he had offered Puffycunt a place to sit and she stayed on the floor, listening, hoping the man would milk her soon, although he wasn’t Caretaker. Her udders were now hurting fiercely, the pressure so great she squirmed in place, and shrugged a bit, wishing her shoulders could help, though Puffycunt wondered why she even thought such silly things.
“Anything 4 You, pah!” the man said. “Probably some fucked up kike company. They came here three years ago, bought the old place up the hill. Thought about applying, know a thing or two about farming. But they rather wanted to buy me off too, but I told them to go fuck themselves. Haven’t seen much of them since, but heard their… ” he looked at Puffycunt. “Oh, damn me! You’re not the only one, are you? Well, they won’t get away with it. I’d call the police right now, but the phone’s dead. Happens all the time around here. I’d drive you into town myself, but the light on my car is busted too. Would drive right into the nearest ditch. No, you’ll have to stay here till morning, little cow.”
The man didn’t realize his slip of the tongue. Neither did Puffycunt. But then she hadn’t understood most of what the man had said. “You must be hungry. Do you want something to eat?” Puffycunt mooed. “Not-Caretaker is right. It’s time for this cow’s feeding.” “Alright, be right back.” The man blurred out of range of Puffycunt’s short-sighted vision, only to reappear with something in his hand. “Here, I’ll just put this into your [MUZZLE] since you don’t have… ahem… don’t have arms.” With that, he carefully pushed something into Puffycunt’s mouth, who eagerly accepted the object. It was weirdly shaped, orange with a tuft of green plant stuff at one end. But it was long and it was hard, so her instinct took over and she started sucking it. It tasted different than the feeding cock, sweeter and more organic. She knew the taste from somewhere far away, but couldn’t quite grasp the memory. Bending forward until her aching udders were splayed on both sides of her, she used the strangely soft ground as leverage and bobbed her head up and down, hoping to get to the cum in this strange feeding cock, while her cowbell clanged rhythmically.
“What the hell are you doing?! That’s not… that’s not what this is for!” With a quick movement, he yanked the object out of her mouth trailing long strands of saliva. She looked up at him with big, confused eyes. “What did this cow do wrong?” she asked herself. The man’s face had become flushed and as Puffycunt’s gaze darted back towards his crotch, there was definitely a bulge there now.
“Ok, um, eating is off the table for now. Are you thirsty? Looks like you’re thirsty for something, at least.” The last sentence he said with a smirk, until he seemed to catch himself and was back to looking serious again. Again, Puffycunt mooed and licked her muzzle. She was actually more than thirsty, she was parched. “Alright then.”
Again the man disappeared. When he came back out of blurriness he was carrying water in a strange see-through cylinder, open at the upper side. “Here, some water for you.” He put the cylinder against Puffycunt’s muzzle, but she was confused about what to do next. “This trough is much too small to put this cow’s muzzle inside!” she thought. As the man tilted the cylinder, the water poured out and down her chin, dripping on her cow bell and udders. She tried to catch some of it with her tongue, but only managed to get a few drops inside her gaping muzzle.
“Goddammit, you stupid c… I mean, what’s wrong with you?” Looking at her, the man seemed to realize that this was a superfluous question. “Sorry, girl. You must have been through hell and back. Probably still confused and stuff. Brainwashed or something. Don’t worry, you’ll be back to… back to normal in no time.” Next, he brought her a large bowl with water, putting it in front of her on the floor. Puffycunt mooed thankfully and put her muzzle into the bowl, slurping the water noisily.
The man had to refill the bowl several times but finally she stopped drinking and looked up again, expectantly. Her udders were hurting fiercely now, and she was hoping she would finally get milked. “Come on, get up, little cow. You must be tired, time to sleep.” The man didn’t realize that he had started to use a more commanding tone with Puffycunt.
Dutifully, Puffycunt got up again, which made her cowbell clank. The man walked out the not-stall into another one and she followed automatically. Now they were in an even smaller enclosure. In front of them were steps. “One and one and… a lot.” she thought. “Come on upstairs, there’s a guest bedroom waiting for you.” the man said.
As he walked up the steps, Puffycunt kept standing there, looking up at him helplessly. She managed to get her right hoof onto the first step, but then she was confused. She put the right one down again, then put the left one forward and up, but again, it was as far as she managed. For some reason she couldn’t even grasp, this made her sad and even ashamed. With wet eyes she looked up and the man and mooed softly.
He sighed exasperatedly and came back down again. “Really, you can’t even climb stairs anymore? You’re really starting to be a handful, cow.” He led her back into the first not-stall they had been in. “Okay, you can sleep on the couch. I’ll just get a sheet and some pillows.” The man left the not-stall again, leaving Puffycunt alone. She mooed as a sharp pang went through her udders. Their fullness was becoming a constant source of dull pain. There was another fullness deeper down however, which she could actually do something about.
So she released her bladder, her urine splashing down her legs and her swishing tail, soaking into the soft ground underhoof.
“What the fuck?!” the man exclaimed as he returned. He threw down the pillows and the sheet on the floor and arrived at Puffycunt with a few quick steps, looking down on the wet floor, which squished as he walked on it. “I leave you alone for a minute and you do this?! This was my wife’s favourite carpet!” Puffycunt was making small steps backwards, confused and afraid. “What did this cow do wrong now?” she thought. “That’s it! I’ve had it with you! I don’t care what you’ve been through, but if you behave like a stupid cow, I will treat you like a stupid cow!” With that, he grabbed one of her horns and pulled her with him.
Chapter 18
Puffycunt had no choice but to follow him outside, held firmly by her head. Had this been a mistake? Should she run away again? She didn’t know. Not-Caretaker seemed nice when he didn’t yell.
They walked around the house, where the man stopped to get a length of rope from a hook on the wall and a flashlight. Once he had bound the rope to her collar, he pulled her along again. Her bell clanked everytime he yanked while she awkwardly tried to keep up with him walking on unfamiliar ground in the dark. Finally, they arrived at a barn. It was much smaller than the one on the farm, but unmistakable. Puffycunt even heard mooing coming from inside, although it was deeper than the sounds she was used to.
She soon realized why, as she got close enough for her blurry vision to clear. Not-Caretaker was a Caretaker too! The cows inside his barn were much bigger than herself. They also had four legs, not two, and just one big udder, although one with a lot of teats. For some reason, they made Puffycunt feel weird. On one hoof, they made her long for four legs as well, on the other hoof, they made her own body seem strange. There was even a weird sense of loss that suddenly bubbled to the surface, as she looked at the man and the cows, and herself.
But she had other problems. As she was led into an empty stall, the pressure in her udders had finally become completely unbearable and she started to moo from the pain, first lowly, then more loudly, tears in her eyes. The other cows followed suit. ”What’s wrong? What’s the matter?” The man asked. Desperately, she pushed her udders towards him and shook them, making her bell clank. As if by themselves, his hands found her thick pointy teats and squeezed, the reflexes of a farmer. Puffycunt’s mooing became deeper, more sensual as her udders released a spray of milk.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, jumping backwards. Unbelieving, he looked at his wet fingers before licking them skeptically. His bushy grey eyebrows shot up. “Wow, your… uh… milk really tastes delicious, cow!”
Puffycunt’s slack face betrayed none of the beaming grin of pride she felt inside for being a good cow with tasty milk full of feed and happy thoughts. “Moooo!!” She looked at him expectedly. Would he finally milk her now?
“Well, since you clearly need it seeing by your ud… your [UDDERS]… wait just a minute!”
Puffycunt followed the order. It felt nice to have an order to follow. She felt like a good cow again. Before many whens, the man was back, now with a large bucket which he plopped down on the straw in front of him. He didn’t need to say or do anything more. Puffycunt already found her hooves walking towards him, pushing her glistening udders into his hands as eagerly as she could. He started to knead her nipples and Puffycunt mooed again as the milk shot out of her into the bucket, her eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth open and drooling slightly. It was pure bliss.
When she opened them again, the man was still milking her but the pressure had become a lot more bearable. Instead, she had become incredibly aroused, fluids running down her smooth legs, pooling between her hooves. Through heavy lidded eyes, Puffycunt looked at the man. He was sweating from the exertion of milking, but as her gaze wandered down his body, she saw something else. He had a huge erection and the purple tip of his penis even peeked out of his pants. Without thinking, Puffycunt bent her head down and started to work the penis out of the pants using her muzzle.
Surprised, the man stopped milking her. But he was still kneading her udders clumsily while she started to lick his penis with her tongue. “Ooooh… fuck… that’s… sooo good.” he groaned. Once she had it fully poking out, Puffycunt started to suck his cock more vigorously, eager to taste his cum. But the man surprised her by pulling it out of her mouth. “No… no…” Puffycunt was filled with a confusing mixture of disappointment and relief.
“This is all.. too much. I need… need a drink.” With that he left her standing in the stall.
Puffycunt waited like a good cow.
Many whens passed and she looked at the man’s cows, before mooing. They mooed back, much less energetic than her sisters. With nothing else to do, she pushed her muzzle into the bucket and drank her own sweet milk. She was pretty tired, so after she had emptied it, she lied down and closed her eyes.
As she opened them again, the Not-Caretaker was looking down on her. He was slightly swaying from left to right as he addressed her.
“Geddup, you f… fithy sh… shlut!”
Blinking, she got up on her legs until she was standing in front of him.
“T… turn a…. round, you fuggin cow!” He giggled and burped.
As she did as she was told, the man was behind Puffycunt with a few stumbling steps and his fingers were rubbing her swollen, wet folds while one hand had grabbed her tail to move it out of the way. He was breathing heavily and seemed to have lost himself to his carnal desires.
“Sh… Sh’been sooo long… Thissish wrong… but I… I needit. Yesh. Will help… help’er in th’ morning.” he murmured, as his fingering increased.
To encourage him, Puffycunt mooed with lust and pushed her hot pussy against his hand. He pulled his fingers back though, before she could moo with frustration however, she felt his penis touch her engorged, sensitive labia. He seemed to have a last moment of doubt and then, with a strong thrust, he suddenly entered her deeply, to the hilt.
Puffycunt was in heaven as she felt the cock filling her, but only for a moment.
[UNAUTHORIZED SEXUAL PARTNER DETECTED. COW 87/PUFFYCUNT IS ONLY SEXUALLY IMPRINTED ON OWNER. STAND-BY MODE DISENGAGED. EMERGENCY GPS PING SYNC FOUND. COMMENCE INVOLUNTARY EXCLAMATION TO ASSIST DETECTION]
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Puffycunt was completely helpless against the cry that exploded out of her mouth. It was a lot louder than her normal mooing and although the other cows also started to add to the sound, they could almost not be made out over the high-pitched ruckus she made. It actually hurt her throat to scream like that, but everytime she tried to close her mouth, it just exploded out again with even more force. There were only a few very short whens which allowed her to suck in air, before her muzzle immediately expelled it again with her next ear-shattering moo.
The old man made a few drunken steps backwards in terror as she started, his dick still hanging semi erect over the edge of his trousers. He put his hands over his ears and Puffycunt envied him for that at this moment. He said something, yelled it again, but it was completely impossible to make out over her own sirenic mooing. Making another step backwards, the man stumbled over the bucket and fell down, his head hitting one of the wooden beams, the rest of the milk spilling over the straw-covered floor. He was still alive but obviously stunned now only rolling around weakly in the straw.
But now something else became obvious to Puffycunt. With her making such a loud noise, “Caretaker will hear this cow from a long ways! This cow is much easy to find now!” She had to get out of the barn, try to outrun Caretaker looking for her. Turning around, she awkwardly ran past the man who was too stunned by his fall to stop her. Not to mention too drunk.
Of course, she could see almost nothing in the darkness of the barn, so she blindly ran against several beams and the barn’s wooden walls, still mooing loudly. Finally, after she had already collected her fair share of bruises, Puffycunt managed to find the door of the barn by sheer luck and opened it simply by running into it headfirst, the old wood unlatched, swinging out.
It opened and Puffycunt emerged into blinding light. Immediately her loud mooing stopped. It wasn’t necessary anymore. The metal thing from her farm was standing in front of the barn, it’s bright headlights illuminating her as if in bright daylight. Behind the lights she could see blurry dark shapes moving. “Alright, Puffycunt, you gave us a merry chase, but we got you now. Just don’t make any sudden moves, little cow, and we’ll get you safely home.” Something within Puffycunt wanted to walk towards Caretaker. He was always right, after all, and home sounded like a nice place. But she managed, barely, to resist it and with a defiant moo tried to run out of the lights, which looked less than graceful on her unfeeling hard hooves.
She didn’t get very far before feeling a prick in her asscheek, and after just one step further, her knees wobbled and she collapsed on the ground. The last thing she heard was the farmer protesting loudly and then a sharp bang, before everything became dark. She woke up again a few times after that, but the impressions were even blurrier than her vision. She was on the back of the metal thing, Caretaker sitting next to her. Then she was carried into the barn and carefully placed inside her stall. Finally, real sleep took her and she descended into it with a feeling of rightness, of being exactly where she belonged again.
[HEIFER 87 REINITIALIZED AFTER ESCAPE ATTEMPT. MEMORY OF ESCAPE ATTEMPT REARRANGED AND MODIFIED INTO NIGHTMARE TO FACILITATE POSITIVE PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT. TO AVOID REPETITION OF ESCAPE ATTEMPT, LENGTH OF CONTINUOUS TRAIN OF THOUGHT REDUCED TO 100 SECONDS (HALF STANDARD), SPEED OF MENTAL ARTICULATION REDUCED BY FIFTY PERCENT.]
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!!!”
Chapter 20
Her first thought waking up was of The Owner: “Dis… dis kow… love… love Ownaw! Dis… dis kow… hope… hope Ownaw… will… will tak… take dis… dis kow to… to de… de faere… dis… dis when!” Puffycunt still didn’t know what a “feare” even was, of course, but if The Owner wanted to bring her there, it must be a “most goot plaze”, she reckoned. As the door of her stall opened, she quickly got up onto her hooves, expecting Caretaker to enter, but to her surprise, it was The Owner! She blushed as his gaze mustered her, feeling wholly inadequate and insignificant. But she had to be the “most goot kow” for him, so she pushed out her full udders, shaking them so her cow ball clanged and small drops fell from her long teats, shyly mooing at him.
The Owner only smiled and wordlessly prepared everything for her feeding and milking. Desperate to show him that she was a good cow, Puffycunt sucked the feeding cock even more eagerly and willed her udders to drain more quickly. While she was thus occupied, The Owner walked around her and again touched her several times, squeezing her udders, slapping her presented asscheeks and even stroking her bloated belly, his hand between her legs just stopping short of her pussy. Again, each touch sent a ripple of almost orgasmic feeling through her whole body, supercharging her arousal which was already all consuming. But still without the release of a orgasm. Desperately, she mooed around the feeding cock, hot tears running down her cheeks. Then she reminded herself again that she had to be a “goot kow” and think “happi thohtz” and redoubled her effort at sucking.
After that, The Owner also led her to the cleaning station and she basked in the other cows looking at her with envy (not that she knew what envy was, really). After having been cleaned (by Caretaker) and her bowels voided, she was however led back to her stall by The Owner while all the other cows were walked towards the exit. She was confused by this change in her routine, but also excited. In her stall, the bucket for her feeding cock was once again filled and she was attached to the wall once more. “You’ll get seconds on this special day, cow. You’ll need your strength later on. So go on, suck!” He didn’t need to repeat that order.
She finished in record time with a loud burping. Then she was finally led outside by The Owner. There, another surprise waited for her. A large “metal thing” was standing in the yard, its back open. Puffycunt was afraid of its dark interior and tried to pull back, but Caretaker behind her gave her a few pokes with the “zapzap stick” in her fleshy behind while The Owner pulled from the front with the leash. “No…. dawk… dawk matel… matel ting… ting insighd… skari… but… neet… neet be… goot… goot kow… for… for ownaw….” With that thought, she finally let herself be led into the non-descriptive white van.
Once her eyes had become accustomed to the dim light within, Puffycunt could see chains overhead and leather straps on the floor, but couldn’t make any sense of it. The Owner stood beside her and being so near to him made her feel dizzy with excitement. She tried to turn her bald head to see what he was doing as much as her metal collar allowed. He uncoiled a chain that had been wrapped around a sturdy metal ring in the middle of the van’s ceiling. At both ends, it had hooks, but one of them was a lot longer than the other and had a large bulb on the end. This one The Owner pushed into Puffycunt’s freshly cleaned asshole, after lifting her tail with the other hand, where it slid in without much resistance although the bulb was easily as big as an orange. It slid in deeply until the turn of the hook came to rest on her distended rectum. All this happened so quickly that Puffycunt could only moo in surprise at the feeling of the cold metal touching her warm and wet insides. Before she could even think about moving forward to get rid of the intruder, The Owner had already attached the smaller hook on the other end to the back of her metal collar. Now, the only way to reduce the pull of the hook on her tender anus was to push her ass upwards and bend her back. When she tried to pull her ass down again, she choked herself and when she tried to push her upper body forward or down, the hook stretched her asshole painfully. She was truly trapped in place and mooed pitifully.
But that wasn’t all. Next, The Owner spread her legs which she let happen because he touched her bare skin again, making her moo throatily. Then, he guided her hooves into leather sheaths which were connected to the walls of the van on each side. A person with human feet could have easily wiggled out of those again, but Puffycunt’s hooves had a lot less freedom of movement than that, with their permanently straightened insteps and ankles.
Now she could move even less, and was forced to remain standing in the middle of the van’s interior with spread legs. To test the arrangement, The Owner slapped her right buttcheek with enough force to make a loud smacking sound and nodded with satisfaction when Puffycunt mooed but could only shudder helplessly a few times in response, her tail twitching, pulled slightly sideways by the chain. Then he left without another word and closed the double doors of the van, leaving Puffycunt in pitch black darkness.
Soon, she could feel the van moving, heard crunching gravel beneath herself, then the smoother sound of a street. Each bump and each curve she could feel intensely by the movement of the hook in her ass and she was soon dripping from between her open legs again, even while being terrified by this new development. Only her unwavering trust in The Owner made her not become completely panicked. “Ownaw bring… bring dis… dis kow… kow to… to de faere… dis kow… kow… musd… be… be goot… goot kow…”
Either Puffycunt had dozed off or the trip had been shorter than expected. With her vague grasp on the passage of time she had no way of knowing for sure. At any rate, the van she was in slowly stopped, pulling the hook deeper into her rear and eliciting wide eyes and a loud moo in protest. Then the car doors opening and closing could be heard, the crunch of boots on gravel and then finally, the back doors opening with squealing hinges, sunlight filling the tiny space. Instead of The Owner it was Caretaker who freed Puffycunt of her restraints. First he pulled her hooves out of their stirrups, then he unhooked the chain from her collar and finally pulled the other hook out of her ass. The round end left her asshole with a fleshy pop and as uncomfortable as the ride had been, Puffycunt felt strangely sad at feeling empty in this hole again. A leash was attached to her collar, distracting her instantly, and she was turned around and led out of the van.
Chapter 21
She almost stumbled as she stepped down from the interior. Partly from the bright sun making her blink repeatedly, but also from the view in front of her. Not that she could see very far until everything turned into a blurry swirl of color. But it was enough for her to mince on the spot nervously, fear and excitement mingling.
The van was standing on a sizable parking lot together with other vans, trucks and normal cars, which were all just more “metal things” to her. Some were already left by their drivers and passengers, others had only just arrived as well. Puffycunt could feel them looking at her, some even shouting in surprise. “Look at that!” “That’s amazing!” “I already want one!” “Her presentation I have to see!” “Why do I suddenly crave milk?”
So much attention from total strangers that weren’t Caretaker or The Owner made Puffycunt blush deeply, but at the same time she bent her back, pushing her ass out and her breasts forward, driven by a compulsion to present her naked body to them. The Owner cut this presentation short. “C’mon, cow, we haven’t got all day!” he said gruffly but amiably and slapped her ass playfully. With a little jump that made her hooves clop loudly on the hard asphalt and her bell clang she started walking away from the van, led by Caretaker.
Soon they had left the parking lot and were now walking towards something loud and full of colors - at least that’s all Puffycunt could make out. On their way, they passed more and more people who respectfully made way for them, although the respect was clearly for the owner, not his stumbling cow in tow. Some people were less shy and stroked her side and even lightly slapped her butt. Puffycunt tried to avoid their touch, but since Owner didn’t do anything to stop it, she let it happen. It added to her humiliation and arousal in equal measure.
Now they passed under a huge arch. A sign in huge letters said “13TH ANNUAL COMPANY FAIR, NORTHWESTERN DIVISION”, but of course Puffycunt couldn’t read that. Behind the gate, there was a broad central way with several enclosures on each side. Puffycunt saw movement within those enclosures but couldn’t make out any details. She could hear several different animal noises at the same time though, which made her nervous.
The Owner pulled her to the first enclosure on the right. When Puffycunt could see what was within the fenced area, her eyes widened and she mooed in surprise! The creatures that eagerly jumped up and down in front of Owner, ignoring Puffycunt, resembled humans, but had four short appendages that ended where knees and elbows would have been. The stumps were completely round and didn’t show any scars, but were rough with callouses.
Although their udders weren’t nearly as big as Puffycunts, they still hung down heavily, their long, pierced nipples only hanging about an inch above the dry earthen floor. Their bodies were as hairless as Puffycunts. but their faces looked different. The tips of their noses were painted black and between their bloated lips and toothless gums, extremely long tongues were almost constantly flopping out, with long strands of drool hanging from them. Except for that, they were different from each other. Some were just one uniform color, brown, grey or black, while others were patched like Puffycunt, but their patches were usually larger, except for one which was white with a lot of very small black patches all over.
They also had different ears on the sides of their head, some flopping down, others pointing upwards. The creatures also sported tails in various forms, all of them wagging right now as they tried to climb up the chain link fence, which was usually just momentarily successful until they dropped back down on all fours. They were also making yapping sounds, which didn’t quite reach the volume of ordinary dogs though. “Yes!” Puffycunt thought. “They is… is docks!”
“You like my bitches?” A man who now approached Owner queried. To Puffycunt, he had appeared out of thin air.
“Very much so.” Owner answered. “They look very eager to please, the little beasts.”
The man laughed. “They should be, they’re constantly in heat, kept that way with the implant and lots of hormones in their feed. They’ll literally hump everything if you don’t have the discipline dials set quite right, but we solved that a couple years ago now.”
“Oh that’s very nice, but do they have any other function?”
“Well, besides being eager fuckpets, you could use them to keep your cows in line. This is a nice specimen, by the way.”
“Thank you. What do you mean, keep in line?”
“Well, they can be trained to control herds or find wayward single animals.”
“That’s very interesting. Do you have a business card? I might consider buying a few of your bitches.”
“Splendid! Here you are. I assume you are presenting your cow at the big get-together later?”
“Indeed I will be.”
“Looking forward to it.” The two tipped their hats and moved on.
Puffycunt could only follow bits and pieces of this conversation, and by the end of it she had already forgotten the beginning anyway. Instead, she mooed shyly as her udders were beginning to feel full again.
Owner looked at her, then nodded. “Right you are, Puffycunt. We should continue. A lot of stuff still to see here.”
Next, Owner strolled towards an enclosure with a higher fence on the other side of the walkway. In it, female creatures were roaming that Puffycunt with her blurry vision at first thought to be cows like her herself. She realized her mistake only as they were already standing next to the fence.
Although the curious animals were like Puffycunt, perfect cow-like rounded shoulders and hooves at the end of their slender legs and even sported horns on their heads, they were also different in a number of ways. For one, they were all a uniform white color, and whereas Puffycunt’s tiny horns were straight, theirs were longer and curved. Up close their white skin was also not hairless like a cow’s, but covered all over with a short, soft down in swirls and curls. Their eyes looked about blindly and helplessly as they stumbled around the enclosure, bumping into one another occasionally. When they opened their toothless mouths, a strange animal sound could be heard which sounded completely identical between them, a sort of bleating whine.
“As of now, they’re just a proof of concept.” A voice next to Puffycunt said to Owner. Surprised, she took a small step back, her hooves clopping on the ground.
“Looking good, though.” Owner said, “Care to explain what they are, exactly?”
“They are sheep. Actually, their design was influenced by your cows in many ways. A friend of mine has one of these on his private farm.” He gestured to Puffycunt. “My sheep are similar, but also different. For one, they don’t give milk, although I had their [UDDERS] enlarged for aesthetic reasons. Their whole bodies are covered in genetically engineered wool which can actually be turned into clothes. It’s all still experimental, though. That’s why this generation doesn’t have implants yet, you know full well how much those things cost! Instead, I’ve blinded them completely. And in their tracheas, their voice boxes have been surgically changed to only produce this braying sound. So far, this was enough to keep them in line with only a few lashings here and there.”
“Amazing,” Owner said, “let’s keep in contact, maybe I will buy one of them as soon as the next generation is ready.” They exchanged numbers while Puffycunt only looked at the sheep with wonder, one strange creature approaching the fence, attracted by the sound of voices, human voices. It’s blank white eyes came into Puffycunt’s limited focus and she couldn’t help but stare.
“Dis kow… is… is glat… glat she is… is kow… not… not cheep,” she thought.
[SELF AFFIRMATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE.]
Puffy shuddered with ecstasy, until Owner pulled her reins and Puffycunt followed. She was now repeatedly rubbing her thighs together while walking, which gave her huge rump even more of a sway, her tails swishing left and right. After the last rush, the fullness of her udders was now accompanied with the familiar feeling of ever increasing, helpless horniness as her thighs felt more and more lubricated, catching every stray breeze. She mooed throatily but if Owner heard her, he ignored his cow.
He didn’t stop at any of the other enclosures as they walked, so Puffycunt was only able to glance at the other creatures presented there in passing, unconsciously glad to have something to occupy her increasingly sex-crazed thoughts. With wide eyes, she saw pig-girls with their arms and legs truncated to short stumpy legs, their huge breasts with long teats dragging in the dirt while they awkwardly shuffled along, curled tails peeking out between large buttcheeks and twitching with every laborious step. Their noses were upturned to snouts and large fleshy ears adorned their bald heads, clearly visible as they looked up at her with sad eyes, making squealing and grunting sounds.
The menagerie continued. It included hopping white bunnygirls with long ears, which balanced on a permanent crouch without arms and looked about dumbly with red eyes. There were also strange ponygirls with black shoes on their feet, no arms, large tits, long stiff necks, and permanently pouting, plump lips. One of them looked at Puffycunt with an empty gaze which suddenly seemed to show confusion and fear until it returned to its original state when its owner called out to her.
“Ta..kee..lah? Dat is… is a weert… weert name.” Puffycunt thought, until she didn’t.
Finally, they arrived at the end of the main walkway standing before a huge tent. Many more people were passing them and entering it, all of them at least glancing at Puffycunt, who did her best to present herself each time out of habit. Owner led her around the large circular structure however and walked her through a smaller entrance at the back. Here, other animals and their owners were already waiting as well. In the dim light, Puffycunt had trouble seeing anything but she could identify several dogs and ponies, among them this “Tekeelah”, who she still remembered, albeit dimly.
She soon had other things to occupy herself, however. Owner used a sponge and some water to clean her hide and Puffycunt shuddered with near-orgasmic lust at every touch, mooing with abandon. Owner also used the opportunity to weigh her huge udders in his hands and pull at her teats which made them squirt milk, to which he nodded with satisfaction. Puffycunt was so caught up in the process that she didn’t realize how the other animals had left until Owner pulled her leash and, with her bell clanging, she clopped out into the blinding white light of a well-lit rodeo pen, blinking from the assault to her eyes.
Chapter 22
Emerging into the open, Puffycunt heard a large number of people all around her “oohing” and “aahing” as well as clapping, although she couldn’t see them in the blurry distance. Puffycunt blushed deeply while at the same time, pushing her dripping udders and round ass out for everyone to see. It was so reflexive at this point that it felt to Puffycunt as if they presented themselves, which at their current size was about right.
Owner walked with her in a wide circle so everyone could see her, then he returned to the middle of the large open space and someone handed him a headset with which he started to speak to the audience:
“Ladies and gentlemen, fellow bodymod enthusiasts, connoisseurs, Anything customers, esteemed colleagues. For the few who don’t know me, my name is [OWNER], I’m a project manager in-the-field with the Company, and I’m here to present ‘Puffycunt’, one of the prime cows in my herd!” The mention of her name led to catcalls, laughing, and clapping, which made Puffycunt swell with pride and joy.
”As you can see, she is fully bovinized, and yields up to 12 quarts of fresh milk daily! Thanks to the newest generation of the Anything Implant, her mental faculties fully reflect her physical attributes, which is all the more astounding since she has only been a cow for 8 weeks. Cheers to the central office for that golden nugget, I don’t know anyone who doesn’t use it on their projects these days.”
Owner said this all matter-of-factly, but incredulous whispering and scattered clapping from the audience followed each remark.
“If you have any doubts in the power of the Anything Implant, any reservations after the BrainCrash crisis five years ago now, the following demonstration will certainly assuage them. Just before her training began — the training we now know the human brain sorely needs to cope with our boundary-pushing design requirements — the Implant made a backup copy of her complete mental layout, which I will reactivate now.”
Owner strode towards Puffycunt and got in close, close enough she could feel his breath, smell his sweet manly musk. She wanted to moo again but he got in the first word.
“Puffycunt, load routine ‘second chance.’ Let’s say hi to Sandra, shall we?”
Puffycunt, who had only vaguely understood what Owner had been talking about from the get go, suddenly felt her world shatter inside her mind as a heavy veil, a weight on her brain, lifted and understanding bloomed. “Dis kow… I… is… am… Puffycunt… no.. Sandra… oh… oh god… I… I… remember… I remember everything!” A tide of memories flooded her mind, pulling her consciousness from her present situation into the past. Her mind latched onto one particular memory, though, and suddenly it presented itself with absolute clarity.
Sandra was walking across her university campus. A light breeze was blowing through her long auburn locks and she used her right hand to brush some strands that had fallen into her face back behind her ear for the millionth time. With her other hand, she straightened her backpack which was slung over her shoulder and continued on her way. For a split second, this picture changed like one TV program overlapping another, and there was a strange naked creature without arms in Sandra’s stead there, but it was gone again in the blink of an eye. As she looked up, she noticed the large white van for the first time, a small group of students huddled by the folding tables set out behind its open doors. On its side, large green letters told her that it belonged to “Anything, Co. Research & Development”.
Intrigued, she walked towards it at the perfect time, just as the line dispersed. The back of the van was open and Sandra could see that it contained a small laboratory, and the tables had signage and print materials on… something medical-looking. A man in a lab coat greeted her as he saw her approach the vehicle. (He also told Sandra his name, but she had forgotten it almost immediately, never having been good with names.) He was a doctor and explained to her that his company was looking for detailed genetic information on suitable women and would of course disburse such candidates for it. “Let me put it this way:” he said, smiling like he was giddy to lend only her his secret. “If you are chosen, you will never have to worry about your future again. That much I can safely promise.”
Shyly, she asked for more details, but he told her that she could only learn more once she was chosen, since it was delicate research that his company didn’t want to be leaked to a competitor in the field. “This is why I come to universities like this. You all understand how important ethics and research privacy issues are.”
Sandra nodded along. At least he told her that his area of expertise was milk, specifically the inability of a growing percentage of humans to digest cow’s milk. He was working on a way to produce large quantities of milk that would be completely compatible with the human digestive system.
Sandra was intrigued by this. Although she normally wouldn’t have done this, she thought “I’ve got nothing to lose!” and asked “What can I do to help?”, which made the man smile again.
“Oh, for starters, we just have to take a small sample of your blood and ask you a series of questions. We’ll give you 50 dollars for your trouble. Then, we need your contact details in case your test results look promising for the next step.”
After one of the lab technicians had taken a small sample of her blood, she sat down with the doctor at a small table inside the cramped van. He asked her questions while making notes and checking boxes on a medical clipboard. First, he asked her about her measurements, general health, and chronic illnesses in her family. So far, so ordinary. As the session went on, however, the questions got more and more personal. When did she have her first period? When did her breasts start to develop? When did she first masturbate? How often did she have sex now? She answered those questions shyly, blushing a deep red and looking down on her hands, but the clinical detachment of the doctor and the prospect of the 50 dollars made her push through, despite her intense feeling of humiliation at telling a stranger such intimate details about herself.
Finally, the questionnaire was finished and she took the money with sweaty hands, still not able to look the doctor in the eyes. He didn’t seem fazed however and just wished her a nice day. As she left the van, the next girl was already entering after her, having been enticed by the deal.
Sandra’s memory jumped forward in the tangled mess of her head.
She had almost forgotten about the incident about a week later, walking home from class after dark. There weren’t any people on the street, which was in a generally poor section of the city, since Sandra couldn’t afford anything fancy. As she rounded a corner, she suddenly saw the white van again. It’s back doors were open and she could see the lab, but there was nobody there, and what’s stranger still, the signage was gone, the van was totally unmarked. Yet no other van had a setup like this inside.
“Hello?” she called out and tiptoed closer to the open doors. As she peeked inside, she suddenly heard the shuffle of feet behind her. Then she felt a tiny prick on her neck. As she turned around, she saw a man with a syringe grab on to her arm as she slipped, and the doctor behind him, smiling at her.
“Congratulations,” he said. “You have been chosen.”
Chapter 23
As Sandra fell unconscious in her memory, she regained her awareness in the present. To an outside observer, only a few seconds had passed in which her eyes had glazed over and her face had become even more slack as usual, a strand of saliva running down her chin. But now her eyes widened as she realized that she could see every single person sitting in the large tent, from the front row to the top of the bleachers, looking at her expectantly. So many people, here for… her? She couldn’t concentrate. The hurricane of emotions and memories was still raging in Sandra’s head, and it wouldn’t stop. She wanted to bring her hands to her drilling temples… but then she realized her arms were gone.
Of course they were gone. Sandra remembered how she had woken up and noticed that. Wait, she remembered learning it multiple times? She also remembered everything that had followed, how she had first become Cow 87 in her mind, then Puffycunt. How her mind had been reshaped by the implant until she was no more than a dumb, submissive animal willfully dependent on her “Caretakers” and eagerly waiting for the passing touch of this man she knew as “Owner”.
The worst thing was: she still was Puffycunt, but she was Sandra too, the two sides of herself waging war inside her head.
NO! She was Sandra, she decided, no matter what had been done to her! And she needed to get out of this nightmare, somehow. There was only a slim chance, but maybe the people in the audience didn’t know she had been abducted, that she had been a human being before… No! That she was a human being still!
She stumbled forward on her hooves, which suddenly felt unnatural and odd to her. Her bell rang out loudly and her ridiculous udders felt foreign, swaying on her chest as she approached the audience. Glancing behind her, the Owner (no, one of the assholes who did this to me, Sandra corrected herself) just stood there, hands behind his back, a smile on his face. She turned back towards the audience and tried to look into the eyes of the men standing just behind the enclosure.
“B…bleeeez…” she blubbered. Her enlarged lips were moving only sluggishly and the fact that she had only been mooing for weeks had atrophied the musculature of her tongue so it flopped around the words like a dead fish. “Uhhh… youuh… hhhhave… to mmmmhilgh… mmmmmilk—”
She shook her head violently, and spittle flew left and right. “Nnnnhooo…. ahhh… mmmhean… you have to… hhhelbh…. mmh… mmoooOOO!” She had the impulse to cover her mouth with her hands, but of course her round shoulders only twitched. The whole crowd laughed, whooped and hollered, and Sandra’s hopes were dashed. There were no sympathetic eyes to be found in this circus.
She tried to concentrate, tried to speak, but every time she got even close to the ‘mmm’ sound, her voice seemed to take on a mind of its own. “I’mmmMOOOO— NO! I… I nnnhodh a… cow! I’mmmh not a cow!” Sandra screamed at the entranced spectators.
“Well you awfully sure do look like one, missy!” Owner’s voice flowed like butter through the loudspeakers and was answered by another wave of laughter by the audience.
Blushing, Sandra couldn’t help but look down at herself, see the absurdly large breasts keeping her bent forward like an animal, splotched in white and brown. They were so full, so tender, and Sandra’s thoughts strayed towards the feeling of milking. It felt so good…
Distracted, glassy eyed, she suddenly felt the chill of drool drip on them, which again prompted a few laughs and Puff… No! Sandra remembered seeing her new face for the first time. She sobbed, full of desperation. She couldn’t go back into a classroom like this, or even go home like this! How would she even open the door? She was a freak for life now! How would other people react when they saw her?
Like the farmer! Oh god, that poor man! She suddenly remembered how she had pissed all over his wife’s carpet like the dumb animal she was. No, she wasn’t! A deep blush painted her colored cheeks and she slowly and awkwardly walked backwards again, looking left and right, wanting to hide from all those eyes in the audience while also feeling strangely excited by being watched like this.
Nothing made sense anymore!
Suddenly she sensed Owner (no, the guy, the bad man) next to her and froze. Out of fear. Or excitement. It was hard to tell. In a low voice he talked directly into her big cow ear: “Look at them! Look how excited they are to see you! You, Puffycunt the cow, full of delicious milk and ready to be fucked, not that boring, prudish girl that loathes herself and is full of doubt. Let Sandra die, my cow, she doesn’t deserve the pain of witnessing this, don’t draw this out for her, Puffy!!”
“Moooooooo!” Sandra had wanted to shout “No” but her stupid muzzle (no, mouth!) had betrayed her yet again. But that didn’t matter now. She had to escape, had to get away from this man. Being near him made something happen in her head, something large and scary that she had to avoid at any cost. “Owner did something to this cow’s head!” she thought. She didn’t even correct herself this time. Instead, she collected all her will together and started to run.
It was more of an awkward jog, her swinging udders making her body sway left and right as if she was drunk. Her hooves were making clopping sounds on the hard-packed dry earth, throwing up small clouds of dirt, as she slowly increased her speed and her cowbell also clanged loudly with every step. The audience, without a doubt thinking this was all part of a predetermined program, actually cheered her on.
Sandra tried to ignore the racket and concentrate on getting out. If she could only reach the point where she had come in, she was sure she could escape. She was running along a wide circle around the Own… that asshole, dreading his strange influence over her. She was unaware that this way it looked like she did it for the benefit of the audience even more.
She had only managed to round him halfway, however, when he suddenly bellowed: “PUFFYCUNT, STOP!”
By the time Puffy… Sandra had consciously processed the order, her feet had already planted themselves in the dry dirt as if stuck there. Yet she had been running as fast as she could! The inertia of her movement drove her forward and before she could react in any way, the ground suddenly raced towards her as she fell forward, with no front hoo… arms to break her fall. In the last split second, she managed to turn her face upwards, which probably spared her from a broken nose at least, but she still met the ground with her chin and her jaws banged together painfully. If she would have had any teeth left, some of them would probably have been broken, but instead she felt the impact through her whole skull. Her cowbell clanged once as it hit the floor ahead of her and she had to choke as the heavy collar was driven stiffly into her throat.
Luckily, her head and neck didn’t have to bear the whole brunt of the impact, because something else hit the earth first, her massive udders. They were painfully contracted and she mooed in pain before she could stop herself. To add insult to injury, due to the sudden impact pressure she actually squirted milk out of her long nipples into the dirt, which was met with a roar of applause from the gleefully watching spectators.
“They like this cow…” she thought as she was numbed by the shock of the fall, curling up, bearing the intense pain in her tits. But then, slowly, her mind cleared again and she scrambled with her legs, first getting one, then the other knee under her body.
Just as she pushed up her lower body so that her ass was pointing skyward, she felt someone ram his hand against the back of her heavy collar and push her upper body down. “It’s Owner!” she thought, “he touches me! It feels so g— NO!” Puffycunt tried to twist sideways, but suddenly his other hand was between her legs, quickly wandering past her twitching tail, her bloated asshole, and finally landing on her hot, wet labia.
His touch down there first made Sandra freeze completely, then shudder uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. “Mooo… Ahhh… noooo… not…. there… toooo… muuuuuooOOO….” Her eyes were wide open, her pupils rolled back into her head so that nearly just the whites showed, her cheek smashed into the dirt. Her tongue hung out her open muzzle and she drooled onto the dirty ground, where quickly a small puddle formed.
Meanwhile, her owner was deftly rubbing his fingers up and down her engorged labia, occasionally entering her pussy with several fingers at once, before pulling them out again to flick her massive, ringed clitoris playfully. Sandra had stopped trying to talk now and could only moan, although it sounded a lot more like mooing.
“Doesn’t that feel good, little cow? Hmmm? Oh, I know it does, I can see it, you’re just dripping from both ends. And that’s what you want to throw away by insisting on staying “Sandra”? Have you ever felt pleasure this intense before I gave it to you?”
“mooo….nooo…ahhhh…nooooot…..coooow…”
Now he started to use his whole hand to plunge it deep into her birth canal, pulling it out quickly, pushed the now dripping wet fist into her inviting asshole, then back into her pussy, fisting her loose holes with increasing speed and power. A shy virgin student she was no longer.
Somewhere, smartphone cameras clicked.
“MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“But you sound just like a cow, darling. And you look like one, too. And you’re dumb like one as well, it seems. Just think about it. Would you rather be Sandra, trapped in a constantly horny, armless, dehumanized body? Or do you want to be Puffycunt, my simple, happy little cow, my good cow? Because guess what? I have decided not to sell you. I will keep you at my ranch with the ponies I’m buying after this charade. I will milk you myself, everyday. And yes, I will also fuck this puffy cunt of yours many, many times. Can you imagine how my dick will feel, filling you?”
Puffycunt’s thoughts raced. “I… no… yes…I… not I… dis… dis kow… want dis…. want Owner… fuk dis cow! Dis kow… is goot… goot kow! Ownaw’s goot kow!”
Suddenly, the confusion, pain, and sadness were swept away and her mind returned to its blissful state of dumb, forgetful submissiveness and permanent horniness. To Puffycunt, it felt like the purest happiness, a wave of wind kissing the long field grasses, brushing away everything else, everything wrong, so wrong. Only goot. Goot kow.
Owner pulled his hand out of Puffycunt’s puffy cunt and wiped it on her right asscheek, giving it a friendly slap. Puffycunt was sad that he had stopped, but Owner had said he would fuck her another-when, hadn’t he? She could be a good cow and wait for that when. She was sure of it, or as sure as she could be of anything about Owner. Like how sure she was that he was her Owner. Her stomach filled with fluttering anticipation of all the whens they would be together. With surprising strength, he pulled Puffycunt up by her collar so that she was standing on her hooves again, her pussy’s heavy flow of juices brought on by Owner’s fist cascading down her legs to mix with the milk she had spilt in the mud.
Then he switched the headset back on and addressed the audience.
“Dear fellow colleagues,” he continued while his now-dry hand gently stroked and patted Puffycunt’s bald head, “what you have witnessed here is a simple paradigm: The brain doesn’t like contradictions. And just now, what this woman has been before and what she is now, these two states were in direct conflict with each other, in unstable superposition. She has memories of the last eight weeks, yes, that and unbelievable shame about what she has accepted eagerly since then, and that tension was intolerable to the girl she used to be, intolerable for her psyche.
“Now, one would assume that her original mindset would have asserted itself quickly. And it would have, if her personality was different, it would clamber up that mountain and rewrite every neuropathway to get back to her idea of ‘normal,’ given the chance. But we here at the Anything company always take a great deal of care to only choose girls with a high submission index, an inherent longing for a simpler life, servitude and care, even an acceptance toward humiliation they rightly see as well-justified; girls who know deep down that they are worth less than other humans. This way, even with a second chance like I just gave our little pet here, their subconscious will always decide that the life as a dumb animal is the only right way for her to exist. As you can see with Puffycunt here. She is simply happier being a good, productive cow rather than an ordinary, boring girl. She made that decision here in front of you all.”
Hearing her name, Puffycunt looked up at Owner with tears in her eyes. She tried to blink them away but they kept coming and coming, dripping like her milk in the dirt. Were they tears of sadness… or tears of joy? If someone would have asked Puffycunt, she would have surely answered with only a long, enigmatic…
“MMMMOOOOOOOOO!!!!”