Chapters The Book of Milk 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.