[2 days later]
“MOOOOOOOOOO!”
You bellowed out in pure animalistic lust as you felt Annie’s wonderful fingers gently rubbing your hyper-sensitive bovine clit. Despite her youth, the eager farmhand was clearly experienced enough to know exactly which spots were the most pleasurable for a horny young heifer.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time you had been teased like this. In the time since your brief session with Annie two days ago, she had visited you no less than five times. Each time she would play with your ever-expanding udder, before turning her attention to your swollen bovine pussy. Cruelly though, she never quite satisfied you. Instead, she would always leave your udder only-partly drained and your body on the edge of orgasm, but she would never quite push you over the edge. And each time you were denied or left feeling frustrated, this only served to ramp-up your need to even greater heights. As much as it disgusted you, you were now desperate to have your pendulous udder emptied, and to feel yourself climaxing around your tormentor’s nimble fingers.
Naturally, the human side of your mind was utterly horrified and disgusted that you could derive such pleasure from this perverse situation. Regrettably though, this voice was growing increasingly difficult to hear, as your body’s powerful natural urges grew more and more demanding; seemingly with every single hour that passed.
By this stage, your udder was close to reaching its maximum size, as it now swung heavily between your legs. The Zoo’s curse had caused the fleshy pink sac to fill with what felt like gallons of nutritious milk, meaning the organ’s sensitive skin was now stretched tightly over the surface of your four swollen teats. Large pulsing veins were also clearly visible running along its surface, while your four big, rubbery nipples constantly begged to be tugged and squeezed by Annie’s delicate hands.
In addition to your pendulous udder, your dripping vagina also demanded near-constant attention. As Annie had promised, your first heat cycle had intensified over time, which left your bovine sex looking fat and swollen as it sat proudly beneath your tail. The infernal organ also felt increasingly warm, wet and slick, as messy dribbles of gooey lubrication regularly spilled from your depths and trickled hotly over your hind legs and udder.
As a result of the growing discomfort from both of your new feminine assets, the need to find relief at any cost had gradually built up inside you.
To begin with, you tried to deal with this issue on your own. On several occasions, after making sure nobody was looking, you had attempted to pleasure yourself by rubbing your inflamed folds against the rough brick walls of your stall. Unsurprisingly, this tactic proved to be ineffective, as rubbing your pussy against the hard surface was nothing like feeling a stiff bull cock thrusting deep inside you and stretching you nice and wide.
You had also tried to stimulate your udder in a similar manner, by awkwardly bending down and grinding your stiff, sausage-like nipples against the straw-covered floor. While this sometimes caused a few small drops of liquid to spill from your bulging teats, the effort ultimately wasn’t worth the uncomfortable chafing that resulted. As much as you hated to admit it, nothing could compare to the sensation of being milked by hand.
As a result of your desperation, you gradually came to realise that your captors were ironically your only source of salvation. You would spend hours at a time poking your head out of your stall and mooing loudly to anyone who passed, in the hopes that one of the cruel farmhands would tend to your needs. Regrettably, you weren’t the only one employing this tactic, as at least a dozen other formerly-human cows all competed with you for attention.
Weirdly, you started to feel a sharp pang of jealousy whenever a farmhand entered the stall of one of your rivals, in order to help relieve some of their discomfort. Hearing these lucky cows mooing loudly as they had their udders drained and their pussies teased only made your own female parts tingle in anticipation, as your desire to feel a similar sense of release only grew stronger and stronger.
As time passed, you noticed that the best-behaved cows were the ones that the farmhands visited most frequently, while the ones that kicked their stall doors and tried to bite their handlers were hardly acknowledged at all. Cruelly, this meant that the most spirited individuals, who were still fighting their grim fate with everything they had, were the ones who ended-up suffering the most. The looks of anguish and discomfort were plain to see on the faces of these all-too-intelligent animals, as you guessed that the urges to give-in and behave like docile cattle were only growing more tempting as time went by.
As a result of these observations, your survival strategy gradually shifted into something of a hybrid approach.
On the inside, you were still your old self. You were a man, not a cow; and you were still determined to escape this evil place if the opportunity ever presented itself. You were also still concerned about your girlfriend, Jessica. Annie had previously hinted that she had been turned into one of the other cows currently residing in the barn, but thus far you had been unable to tell which one she might be. You secretly hoped that she wasn’t here at all, and that the sadistic farmhand’s hints were all just to taunt you. Based on your interactions with Annie so far, either possibility was entirely plausible.
On the other hand, you had also come to the sickening realisation that the powerful natural urges of your new bestial body weren’t going away anytime soon. To prevent yourself going mad with lust and discomfort like some of the other cows, you decided that you had to soothe your aching body occasionally; reasoning that keeping your sanity was worth some short-term moments of shame, humiliation and unwanted pleasure.
To this end, you now did your best to behave yourself and follow the farmhands’ instructions. For the most part, you stopped mooing loudly for attention. Instead, you stood calmly chewing your food and trying to appease your amused captors, all whilst trying not to think about your heavily sagging udder or the hot burning itch deep inside your dripping bovine cunt.
Sure enough, this tactic quickly started to pay-off, as the farmhands soon took note of your change in demeanour. Just as planned, this meant that the farmhands entered your stall more frequently. On some occasions, these interactions left you feeling frustrated, since sometimes they merely inspected how hot and horny you were, before moving on. Annie particularly liked to deny you in this way, as she often did little more than lightly tickle your swollen pussy lips, or gently pinch and flick your stiff rubbery nipples.
However, mercifully, the farmhands would eventually relent, by finally giving you the relief you so desperately craved. This train of thought brought you back to the present, where you currently stood moaning out in joy, as three of Annie’s fingers repeatedly sunk wetly into your moist vaginal passage.
“Mmmm, you like that, don’t you Bessie?” Annie’s voice was dripping with mocking excitement, as she clearly enjoyed your positive reaction to her teasing touches. “Judging by how wet and horny you are, I imagine you are desperate to feel a big, sexy bull on your back. Does that sound good Bessie? Do you want to have a nice stiff bull cock buried deep inside you again?”
Shamefully, in that moment the answer was a resounding ‘yes,’ as you felt your body rapidly building towards a powerful bovine climax. Feeling Annie’s fingers sinking into your slick vagina and rubbing your clit and sensitive inner walls felt simply amazing. Your whole body was beginning to quiver in excitement, as you finally got to feel some small measure of relief from the torturous heat that gripped your horny young body.
After a few more passion-filled moments, a wave of delightful pleasure and relief came crashing over you, as you came hard around Annie’s outstretched digits. You then couldn’t hold back a loud moo of release, as a healthy squirt of your sticky pussy juices splattered messily to the floor below.
As you stood breathing heavily and basking in the amazing pleasure that now engulfed your thoughts, Annie gave you a satisfied pat on the backside, after which she slowly withdrew her well-coated fingers from your dripping bovine cunt. Then, as was customary, you got a fresh taste of your own sweet juices, as Annie lovingly stuffed her dripping digits down your throat and spread the wetness lovingly over your large tongue.
“There we are dear,” Annie said as she gently played with your ears, “you’re starting to enjoy being a cow, aren’t you girl? Just think, soon all of your old human worries will be nothing but bad memories. Doesn’t that sound wonderful!”
In your tired, lust-addled state, you simply let out a soft moo of approval. This made Annie giggle as she finally withdrew her fingers from your mouth. She then turned to exit the stall, making sure to pick up the large bucket of milk that she had extracted from you a few minutes earlier. Seeing the sheer volume of white liquid that you had produced made you blush slightly, but it was definitely worth it, now that your udder felt much lighter and more comfortable between your thighs.
“Good girl Bessie,” Annie continued as she exited your stall and locked the door behind her. “Now, I suggest you get a good rest while I pay a visit to the rest of your herdmates. Tomorrow will be an important day for you, where we’ll see if you have what it takes to be a true dairy cow. Don’t stress too much about it though,” Annie said with a sly wink, “I can already tell that you’re a natural!”
With that, Annie waved you goodbye, before making her way over to another of the barn’s residents.
As for you, you found yourself following Annie’s advice, as you tiredly slumped down to the ground and settled down to sleep on the straw beneath you. And as you drifted off, calming images of cows grazing and being milked quickly entered your dreams, as you continued to feel satisfied after your recent milking and powerful orgasm.
Cruelly, you remained oblivious as the Zoo’s curse immediately worked to return you to your original state; as your udder started to refill and the heat in your pussy resurfaced once again. These preparations were all getting you ready for what was to come, as you started to enter the final stages of your twisted ordeal at the Farm Living Exhibit…