Sherry had become pregnant after that single breeding session, something that Bill was thoroughly pleased with, as it indicated she was highly fertile. A month after Sherry was impregnated, the vet came by to check on her. Sherry obediently went along with all of the invasive procedures. After the examination was over, the vet informed Bill that Sherry was pregnant with a single child.
“That makes sense,” Bill said. “Humans aren’t usually capable of carrying more than one child at once.”
“Yes. And since it’s only one, you don’t need to reduce her tasks around the house.” The vet glanced at Sherry. “But I’d consider renting her out as a breeder. I know a few people who would like to have a high-quality human. Or you could get yourself a male human to breed her.” The vet chuckled. “Or breed her again yourself!”
“If she doesn’t give me a son, that’s exactly what I’m doing to do,” Bill said firmly.
Sherry gradually became larger, and her breasts began to leak milk nonstop. Eventually, the day came. While Bill was at work, Sherry went into labor. She pushed out the child, acting on instinct. To her disappointment, it was a girl. And had taken after her in a large way. Normally, when a cow and human had a child, the child was full cow. But this girl was all human. Sherry let the baby suckle at her breast, ashamed to have failed her master so.
When Bill came home and saw the child, he angrily informed Sherry that this child wasn’t his, it was hers. And that she needed to give him a proper, cow son. Sherry set aside her child and got on all fours, waiting for Bill to breed her again. She let out a cry of pain as Bill roughly shoved his dick deep within her. Normally, she liked it rough. But so soon after giving birth, she didn’t get any pleasure from servicing her master.
“There!” Bill grunted, shooting a load into Sherry’s recently empty uterus. “Make me a son, Sherry!”
“I will do my best, master,” Sherry sobbed. Bill pulled out. Sherry began to stand.
“No, I’m not done,” Bill said. Sherry got back down and allowed her master to pound her three more times, shooting a huge amount of semen into her each time. “All right.” Bill pulled out. “Clean yourself up and then get my dinner ready.”
“Yes, master,” Sherry said quietly. Bill left.
Sherry’s daughter, whom she named Megan, was put into a sling every day so she could be carried while Sherry did her tasks. Like usual for humans, Megan grew much more slowly than cows. When Sherry had her three month checkup by the vet, Megan could barely crawl.
“She’s pregnant,” the vet confirmed to Bill. Bill nodded. “With twins.”
“And the sex?”
“I can’t tell at this point. If you call me to take a look at her in a few months, I’ll know.”
“Hmm.” Bill looked over at Sherry, who was feeding Megan. “No. She’ll be about to pop then, anyways. If it’s another human, I’ll just give it to my sister. She’s been wanting a human of her own for a while.” The vet nodded and left.
One day, near the end of her pregnancy, Sherry went into the house while Bill was at work. Her large baby bump forced her to waddle, and Megan still was in her sling, suckling one of Sherry’s breasts. Sherry went into her master’s room to clean, and as she did, she spotted the Chronivac. Some sort of memory broke loose. Sherry waddled over to the chair, sat down, and peered at the screen. She couldn’t read anything, but she still played with the settings briefly.