Annie led you out of the barn where your transformation had taken place, and over to a small secluded building away from the main Farm Living Exhibit. For a brief moment you wondered if making a run for it might be possible, but you decided against it when you saw two cattleprod-wielding farmhands following close behind.
As a result, you remained submissive as the farmhands led you towards the mysterious outbuilding. Once inside, your mind quickly started to race, as you struggled to take in your surroundings.
The building was all one large room, which consisted of a main square-shaped pen in the centre, with a spacious area running all the way around it. Already in the central pen, five other cows were standing in a line, with their backsides facing outwards towards you. Most of them seemed to be panicking as they mooed loudly and looked around the room nervously.
As you were led closer, it wasn’t immediately clear why the other cows were worried. However, you soon had a fairly good guess, when you noticed that they were secured to the floor with thick metal restraints around their legs. They were all trapped in here, and clearly powerless to escape whatever sick performance the evil farmhands had in store for you.
“Mooo!” you said softly, as you tugged anxiously against the rope around your neck.
“Ssshhh shhhh Bessie,” Annie was quick to reply, “just behave yourself and it will make things easier for everyone. I would hate to have to punish such an adorable sweetie like you… but I will if I must.”
With Annie’s threatening words hanging heavily in the air, you reasoned that it would be best to follow her instructions. After all, you reckoned that you had merely scratched the surface of this bitch’s nasty, sadistic personality. You guessed that she was capable of just about anything; but you didn’t want to test this theory for yourself.
With your mind made up, your attention returned to the five cows in the middle of the room. As well as the restraints around their feet, you also noted that they all had their tails tied flat against their backs. This meant none of them could maintain a shred of modesty, as each of their swollen, dripping vaginas were proudly put on display for all to see.
This vivid image made you feel queasy, as you felt your own pussy stirring between your legs. You had never actually seen your own cow sex, but now you had a very good idea of what it must have looked like. Seeing the fat, oozing slits between each of the cows’ legs made you shudder, as your own organ felt just as moist and inflamed as theirs were.
After fixating on the other cows’ sexes for a disturbingly long time, your gaze eventually shifted towards each of their enormous udders. Like you, the other cows were clearly brimming with nutritious milk, as their fleshy pink mammaries looked heavy and swollen as they hung heavily down towards the floor.
More worryingly though, you also noticed that each cow was fitted with a proper milking machine. Each machine consisted of a long tube that fed into a larger pipe running along the ceiling, as well as four adjustable nozzles that were perfectly designed to attach themselves to a cow’s four teats. The machines didn’t seem to be active at the moment, but you doubted that would be the case for long.
Confused thoughts continued to swirl through your mind, as the farmhands moved you into position beside the fifth cow in the line. Then, like the others, your feet were restrained, your tail was tied back, and you were carefully fitted with one of the expensive-looking milking machines. By the time the farmhands stepped away, you were left feeling vulnerable, exposed and completely at the mercy of your deranged captors.
Once you were securely in position, Annie and the other farmhands briefly left the building, before returning a few minutes later with another confused and scared-looking black and white cow. This newcomer was moved slowly into position on your right, meaning you were left sandwiched on both sides, as the line of heifers gradually got longer and longer.
By the time the last cow was locked into position, you counted fifteen other cows in total; all of whom were stuck facing inwards towards the centre of the room. You were all arranged in a ‘U’ shape rather than a strict line, due to the limited space within the square-shaped pen that you were now standing in.
“Here we are ladies,” Annie proudly announced as she addressed you from her position in the centre of the room, “welcome to your introduction to the life of a productive dairy cow. This is a crucial part of your mental and physical conditioning. Once this stage of your training is complete, you will all be ready to begin your new lives at one of our local dairy farms!”
In response to this, a number of distressed bellows echoed out from a few of the surrounding cows, including the black and white cow beside you. It was obvious that a number of your fellow transformed humans were determined to keep resisting the grim fate that awaited them, as they loudly protested the idea of being sent to a farm and being treated like any other dumb animal.
After hearing this, Annie briefly paused her speech, as she moved to whisper something to each of the cows that had spoken out of line. You couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but, whatever it was, it clearly did the trick, since each of the rowdy animals quickly fell silent after she finished with them.
The farmhand then stepped over to the black and white cow that had caused a commotion beside you, which now meant you could faintly hear what the psychotic woman was saying.
“Oh dear Blackberry,” Annie said as she put her hands on her hips, “you were already on a warning for your previous bad behaviour. Perhaps you still don’t quite understand the way things work around here…”
With that, Annie darted forward and gripped Blackberry under her chin. Her normally-warm and cheery voice then shifted into a vicious hiss, as your cruel captor’s facade briefly slipped, revealing the nasty, evil bitch that lay beneath…
“Now you listen here you fat fucking cow,” Annie spat as she glared at Blackberry with a piercing look of burning rage, “you just blew your last chance with me. You could have lived-out your life as a dumb but happy beast, but it seems that would be far more than you deserve. That’s why, once we’re finished here and you’ve been permanently fucked into your new body like a good little cow, you’re going to be sent to a special facility just like this. I’ve heard many chilling stories, but let’s just say you won’t have any shortage of bulls to keep you company!”
Hearing this understandably made Blackberry moo out in dismay. The grim fate Annie had described sounded truly awful.
“Not another sound,” Annie ordered to the trembling cow, “or I’ll make sure they give you an extra-special treatment at your new home. I get that going from a successful businessman to a smelly, horny breeding cow must have been a difficult career change, but just think of the positives! You will have endless bulls to lovingly fill your juicy cunt, as well as endless calves to suckle on your stiff, sensitive nipples. Forget that you were ever ‘Dan’ or ‘David,’ or whatever your stupid fucking name was. From tomorrow, you will be ‘Blackberry’ for the rest of your life… so I suggest you start getting used to it!”
Just like all of the other cows that Annie had reprimanded, Blackberry was stunned into silence by the farmhand’s damning words. Instead of responding, she just hung her head low in shame, as she struggled to truly comprehend just how bad her new life would be.
“That’s better, Blackberry. What a good cow you are.” After saying this, Annie finally seemed satisfied that her message had sunk-in, as she promptly left the former-man alone with her thoughts. You also tried to process exactly what you had just heard. It was now apparent that your already-awful situation could get far, far worse. You knew you couldn’t afford to put a single hoof out of line, or else you might end-up being constantly tormented like poor Blackberry surely would.
You continued to dwell on this grim realisation, until the sound of Annie’s voice snapped your attention back to her.
“Now then, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” Annie said as she glared at Blackberry and the other cows that had protested earlier, “this is a key step on your path from humans to cattle. Tomorrow, your changes will become permanent once you have been impregnated by one of our handsome bulls, so before that we need to make sure you’re all in the mood!”
With no further warning, Annie nodded to one of her colleagues. The other farmhand then pushed a button on the wall, which caused a chorus of moos to suddenly fill the room, as all of the milking machines were suddenly activated.
“Moooo!” you heard Blackberry say beside you, as the milking machine started to hum into life. You then let-out a similar sound of surprise, as the nozzles on your own machine started to hum and vibrate against your swollen teats. Not long after, you let out another trembling moo of release, as you felt a long squirt of milk shooting from one of your sensitive nipples, straight into the vibrating nozzle that was attached to it.
This initial release of pressure was only the beginning, as a second, third and fourth jet of warm, creamy milk swiftly followed the first. Very soon, the machine settled into a steady rhythm, as it continued to systematically squeeze and stimulate your four heavily-bloated teats one after the other.
As you started to relax into your first machine-based milking, you were ashamed to admit just how good it felt. The way the four nozzles thrummed and sucked on your massive nipples sent shudders up your spine, as did the feeling of more and more milk gradually draining from your enormous udder and shooting into the wonderful machine that was attached to you.
In addition, you couldn’t avoid the sudden wave of pleasure that started to ripple throughout your entire body, as the sensation of having your udder stimulated caused certain other parts of your anatomy to feel neglected.
From beneath your tail, you felt a sudden gush of wetness spilling out behind you, as your vagina involuntarily quivered from the lust and excitement that was rapidly building within you. Feeling such a wonderful release of pressure in your udder was making you desire another type of release. Images of bulls mounting you and ejaculating deep inside your stuffed bovine pussy once again started to resurface, as your treacherous cow body increasingly wanted to be claimed by a large, dominant male…
NO! You had to stop listening to your body’s urges! You were only letting them do this to you in order to avoid any further punishments. You had to keep fighting, but also avoid angering the cruel farmhands. After all, you didn’t want to end up like Blackberry; constantly being bred over and over again by bulls. Mmmm… you could only imagine what that would feel like… having an endless supply of handsome bulls to dominate you… fuck you… and fill you with their warm, creamy loads. Letting that happen would be a bad thing… but then, why did it sound so fucking hot!?
This ongoing war between your human and cow mentalities raged-on as the milking process continued. Before long, your udder had shrunk to a still-large but much more manageable size, as the steady flow of milk continued to pour out of you.
“That’s it girls,” Annie interrupted as she once again addressed the room, “you all seem to be very productive in the milk department. However, as you know, good dairy cows also need to produce plenty of calves. So, to get you in the mood for making baby cows, I’ve lined up a little treat for you…”
With that, the doors of the building suddenly opened, after which a farmhand carefully entered. Upon hearing this commotion, you turned to look at what was happening. You were then utterly stunned to see a giant bull being led into the room, followed swiftly by a second and third. None of them were George, but they all looked just as large and imposing as they slowly lumbered forward into the room.
“Now then ladies,” Annie giggled as you remained transfixed on the new arrivals, “please say hello to your new boyfriends. Trust me, by sunrise tomorrow, you will all be very, VERY, intimate with all three of them. Have fun girls!”
With that, Annie and the other farmhands gathered up any spare equipment, before leaving the building entirely. This left you and the other helpless cows alone in the square-shaped central pen, with the three bulls free to move around the perimeter as they pleased.
And so, as you stood there with the milking machine vibrating on your udder, your pussy dripping with arousal, and the three excited bulls now eyeing-up their future conquests, you just tried desperately to maintain your composure; even as your cow body constantly tempted you to give-in to your urges.
No matter which part of you ultimately won, one thing was abundantly clear: this was going to be a very long 24 hours…