“MMMRRROOOOO!!!!!”
Your whole body shuddered as you felt a familiar weight on your back and an excited scrabbling of hooves on your flanks, as your third-ever bull sought to make you a mother for the second time. You were certain he had already succeeded, given that this was your fourth session together, but you guessed there was no harm in making sure. After all, your body was in heat again and in need of regular attention...
Right on cue, you let out a deep moan of excitement, as you felt your mate’s cock-tip kissing your vagina’s swollen outer folds. The throbbing organ then teasingly rubbed against your slit without actually penetrating, which caused your whole body to shudder in anticipation, as you begged your handsome bull to hurry up and fuck you.
Mercifully, your partner finally complied, as, with a powerful shove forward, he eagerly parted your trembling pussy lips and buried the first six inches of his enormous shaft deep inside the warm, wet tunnel that lay beyond!
“MOO! MROOO! Mooooo….”
You simply couldn’t contain your lust or excitement as the enormous bovine dick began pumping in and out of your sloppy wet cunt. Feeling the various notches and veins rubbing your inner walls and catching your needy clit send waves of pleasure rippling through your entire body. Sex as a cow felt so fucking hot every single time. Becoming Bessie was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and it was at moments like this that you remembered where it all began…
Time seemed to temporarily slow as you shut your eyes and reflected on all that had happened over the past 10 months. You still clearly recalled the fateful day that you had become Bessie for good. You still vividly remembered Henry breeding you at the Zoo, and Annie mocking and teasing you as she watched you permanently shift from male human to female animal, with no prospect of ever turning back.
Back then, this notion had troubled you, as your human consciousness refused to give-in, even after the deed was done. You remembered desperately thinking of ways to reverse your change; maybe by escaping and finding a witch or a mad scientist. Surely someone could turn you back?! And what about your old girlfriend, Jessica? Was she also stuck as a cow forever? Would you ever even see her again, or any of your friends and family for that matter?
These thoughts had simmered in the background of your mind for some time, but after becoming Bessie for good, your cow personality was able to assert a far greater level of control than it had previously. Because of this, you hadn’t fought back when the farmhands loaded you into a trailer and wished you well at your new home; that being a local dairy farm filled with numerous other formerly-human cattle.
Being treated as livestock had been tough at first. The dairy workers were often rough and uncaring whenever they herded you towards the milking barn, or when instilling discipline with their painful cattleprods. It had also taken a while to adjust to the mundane reality of your new life, especially when you should have been spending this time launching your career and getting engaged to Jessica. Instead, your days were generally spent chewing grass or being milked, and little else besides.
Months of this monotonous routine had gradually eaten away at your lingering human mind, causing your feelings of shame and regret to gradually drift away, as you started to accept that there was no going back. Now you were just a common dairy cow, and so you knew you would have to get used to it.
This new outlook on life had gradually caused your mood to lighten, as you took whatever comforts you could find in your new existence. At least you no longer had to worry about paying the bills or going to work. You could now spend hours happily watching the beautiful countryside, birds flying overhead or your fellow herdmates grazing beside you.
Motherhood was another key aspect of your new life. At first it had been daunting to watch your body gradually swelling with your first calf, especially as a former-man who had never given much thought to birth or pregnancy. However, your new maternal instincts had been on-hand to calm you, as you realised that the ability to create life was a blessing, not a curse. These feelings had helped guide you throughout your labour and the birth of your first child, whom you now loved and cherished like any good mother should.
These happy thoughts caused you to snap back to the present, where you looked over to see your daughter playing off in the distance. She would make a fine dairy cow one day, just like you. Moreover, you were sure she would have many, MANY siblings to join her in her new life…
With this ambitious goal in mind, your thoughts once-again returned to your mating. You were now determined to finish what you had started, and so you encouraged your mate by rolling your hips back into each of his forward movements, thus allowing him to fully envelope his enormous member within your slick feminine passage. You could now feel his leathery sheath rubbing against your bulging pussy lips, while his two enormous testicles started to slap loudly between your trembling thighs.
Things continued to get increasingly frantic in the moments that followed, as the bull’s thrusting reached a fever-pitch. Meanwhile, your breathless bellows got louder and louder and louder, until you finally felt yourself reaching the precipice…
“MROOOOOO!” You cried-out one last time, before your pussy started to convulse and a familiar fog of pleasure settled over your mind and dulled your senses. Your quivering vagina then released its prize as your gooey lubrication splattered messily over your mate’s shaft and started to trickle warmly down your legs.
With you now in heaven, you felt your mate give a few final thrusts before he shoved his dick as far forward as he could. This allowed you to feel the tip of his cock pressing demandingly against your cervix, while his swollen balls bounced and twitched excitedly against your fat, meaty ass. With everything now in position, you knew it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened…
Sure enough, a loud bellow of triumph rang-out from above you, as the first hot blast of semen erupted deep inside your eagerly-waiting body. This was swiftly followed by a dozen more salty blasts, as the virile bull worked to drain the contents of his massive balls and pump you full with his precious life-giving seed.
As the bull continued to flood you with his impressive load, you just kept your eyes shut and continued to reminisce about how lovely your life had become. All of your old stresses and concerns were little more than a bad dream. Now, you could enjoy a simpler, more fulfilling existence; one focused on basic pleasures like grazing in the field, receiving your morning milking, raising your calf and breeding with virile bulls.
Life didn’t get any better than this. You were a happy, pregnant dairy cow.
You were Bessie.