Chapters The Book of Milk 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.