Chapters The Book of Milk 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!!!!”