Chapters The Book of Milk 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.