[3 days later]
You felt terrible.
The past few days had been a grim ordeal. You were starving, having eaten none of the revolting animal feed that the heartless, psychopathic farmhands had provided for you. You refused to give-in and act like a mindless beast. You were still a man, despite what it looked like on the outside.
As well as hunger, sleep deprivation was another issue. You felt exhausted and drained, having struggled to get more than a few hours of sleep each night. It didn’t help that you were subjected to almost-constant nightmares, as disturbing scenes of you breeding with George circulated through your mind.
However, as bad as everything else was, by far the worst feelings were coming from between your legs. The knowledge that you had been turned into a female animal was already disturbing enough, but it was made even worse by the changes that had occurred since your transformation.
First, there was the hefty udder swaying gently between your meaty thighs. Over the past few days, the Zoo’s curse had triggered your milk production; causing the fleshy pink sac to gradually descend and expand, as it filled with creamy, nutritious liquid. Embarrassingly, this caused your four large, sausage-shaped nipples to tingle slightly, as the urge to be milked constantly nagged you in the back of your mind.
However, this was nothing compared to the constant burning itch radiating from deep inside your bovine pussy. Your leathery folds were now uncomfortably swollen and inflamed, as a direct result of your body coming into season. Everything back there now felt hot and sticky, as regular spills of wetness dribbled from your needy slit and trickled down over your hind legs and udder. Just the thought of what now lay beneath your tail made you shudder in disgust. You were a man with a cock and balls, not some slutty cow with a fat, juicy cunt between your legs…
Thankfully, this particular train of thought was interrupted by the flickering of the overhead lights, as the farmhands arrived to open the Farm Living Exhibit for the day.
In response to the sudden commotion, a number of the other cows immediately started mooing. Some cried out in anger, while others did so out of fear and desperation. Of course, they weren’t really cows. Just like you, they were all people; all of whom had been cruelly twisted into the shapes of simple cattle. It was a truly horrifying fate, and one which you now shared.
“Ah, good morning Bessie,” one of the farmhands said in a mocking greeting to you. It was Annie, the young, sadistic red-head who was responsible for this entire ordeal.
“Oh dear,” she continued, “someone’s been a naughty girl and not eaten her dinner. I’ve told you before Bessie, you’ll need to be big and strong for your second mating, and for when you are carrying your first calf.”
The woman’s words made you snort back in anger. You vowed to kill this annoying, cruel, psychopathic little bitch if you ever got the opportunity. You were tired of her regular taunting comments and amused giggling whenever she made fun of you. And to top it all off, it was utterly demeaning to be constantly referred to as a girl, a cow, or, worst of all, ‘Bessie.’
Annie’s talk about a second mating and carrying a calf also did little to put your mind at ease. The vile farmhand had gleefully explained to you that, in order to make your transformation permanent, you would need to be mated a second time. Your first mating with George had only locked your changes in for a week, meaning you would turn back in four days’ time, so long as you could avoid seeing any bulls until then. Sadly though, you already knew that there was no way the Zoo would let that happen.
“Yes,” Annie continued, “you’re looking forward to seeing George again, aren’t you girl? Don’t try to pretend you didn’t enjoy it last time. You sang so beautifully as he filled you with his seed. I’m sure next time will be no different!”
In response to this, you stomped your hooves in rage as you strongly denied what was being said about you. You hadn’t ‘sung’ for George as he roughly fucked you. You didn’t fancy big, strong, dominant bulls… No! You had to stop having such perverse thoughts. You had to keep fighting the urges of your treacherous cow body!
“Don’t be embarrassed honey,” Annie chuckled as she gently opened your stall and stepped inside, “it’s all perfectly natural. Horny cows in heat always need a good strong bull to fill the void between their legs. And thanks to the Zoo’s curse, they also require their udders to be drained regularly. Here, let me show you what I mean…”
Before you could even react, you let out a surprised moo as Annie quickly darted forward and gripped one of your large, rubbery nipples in her hand. The experienced farmhand then gave it a firm tug, causing your cheeks to burn hot with embarrassment as you released a thick squirt of nutritious milk, which splattered messily over the floor below!
“Ooooh, I bet that felt good,” Annie giggled. “Your udder is filling nicely, but I want to let it reach maximum capacity before we start milking you in earnest. For now though, let me leave you with a little taster of what’s to come…”
With no further warning, Annie swiftly reached forward and gripped a second nipple in her free hand. She then started working her hands up and down in a textbook milking motion, which caused a dozen more healthy streams of white to splatter messily over the floor beneath you, as your bestial body responded positively to the attention.
Shamefully, as humiliating and emasculating as this experience was, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to reduce the pressure in your bloated udder. In fact, this strange enjoyment quickly started to manifest physically, as you felt your swollen vagina moistening slightly in response.
“That’s it, good girl,” Annie said as she shifted her attention to your third and fourth teats, “you’re already a natural-born dairy cow. And judging by your reaction, I’d say you’re keen to produce more than just milk…”
With that, Annie abruptly removed her hands and returned to her feet. She then slowly sauntered around to your rear, before she excitedly lifted your ropy tail. This elicited another mocking giggle from the sadistic farmhand, as she closely examined the plump, dripping vagina between your legs!
“Mmmm, already so wet and needy,” Annie said as she watched a thin trickle of moisture dribble out of your swollen feminine folds. “The heat will only get worse if left unchecked, but perhaps I might be willing to lend you a hand… so long as you agree to behave like a good little cow.”
Again, you desperately wanted to prove Annie wrong, but you were suddenly distracted when you felt one of her outstretched fingers gently touching your sensitive bovine pussy!
In response to this intimate contact, your whole body shuddered in desire, as a pleasurable tingle shot all the way up your spine. The sensations then got even more intense, as Annie started to gently glide her finger up and down the length of your vagina’s tight, dripping slit; collecting a large glob of moisture as she went.
After a few moments spent teasing you in this way, things soon got even more intense, as Annie gently sank her dripping finger between your tight pussy lips and into the dark, moist tunnel that lay beyond.
“Moooooooo!” you cried in both shock and unwanted arousal, as you felt the finger gently beginning to thrust in and out of you with soft wet squishing sounds. This relatively minor penetration was nothing compared to having a thick bull’s cock buried deep inside you, and yet it still felt shamefully good to have your slick folds stimulated by the intrusive digit.
For the next couple of minutes, Annie continued to explore your new femininity, as she casually slipped a second finger into your moist opening. This caused your surprised moos to gradually transition into long, breathless moans, as your arousal steadily continued to build. Before long, you were reduced to little more than a panting, quivering mess; with the desire to be mounted by a handsome bull now at the forefront of your mind.
“So eager,” you faintly heard Annie say from her position behind you. Then, you were utterly dismayed to feel the heavenly fingers withdrawing from your dripping cunt, leaving your whole body trembling just short of orgasm. You desperately begged Annie to resume her ministrations as you mooed to her forcefully, however you were instead caught off-guard when the two sticky digits were abruptly forced into your unsuspecting muzzle!”
“There we are!” Annie teased. “Now, drink up girl! Savour your sweet girly taste!”
Without really thinking, you obediently started to suck your own juices off Annie’s slick, outstretched digits. The taste was actually surprisingly good, as you let the stickiness roll down your throat and settle in your stomach. Before long, Annie withdrew her freshly-cleaned fingers and returned to your front, where she possessively cradled your head in her hands whilst looking deep into your large cow eyes.
“That’s enough for now honey,” the farmhand said with an amused smile, “you’re going to have to earn your next orgasm and milking. Behave, and you’ll be rewarded appropriately. Refuse, and those powerful feminine urges will build and build. If you want to keep your sanity, I suggest you cooperate.”
Hearing this caused you to quickly snap back to your senses. This bitch was crazy. Did she seriously expect you to willingly give up your humanity by behaving like some mindless beast? No, you weren’t going down without a fight! There had to be some way to escape this hellish place!
And yet, as your human willpower asserted itself, the faint cow voice in the back of your head still kept whispering to you. It reminded you how good just a brief teasing of your pussy and udder had felt. It left this side of you wanting more, especially since the deranged farmhand had hinted that the feelings would only get worse over time. Maybe allowing her to relieve the pressure every now and then wouldn’t be all that bad…
With these confused thoughts left swirling around your head, Annie gave you a parting kiss on the nose, before she left to begin her daily chores.
Meanwhile, you were left alone in your stall, dreading what awaited you next...