[3 hours later]
“MRRROOOOOOO!”
The typically-loud bellow of a satisfied bull once-again filled your ears, which immediately signalled what was about to happen. This prompted you to brace yourself as best you could, as you prepared for the explosion of life-giving seed that was about to follow…
Sure enough, you let out your own orgasmic cry of release shortly after, as the first jets of salty white spunk erupted deep inside your receptive young body. Your vaginal muscles then started to squeeze and convulse around the enormous bovine shaft buried between your legs, as you sought to milk your enthusiastic lover for every last drop that he had.
After taking over a dozen bulls in the space of a few hours, every square inch of your slick feminine tunnel felt tired, sore and thoroughly coated in cum. Your entire rear-end felt much the same, as disgusting streaks of various sexual juices adorned your rump, hind legs, udder and even your tail! The area directly surrounding your violated cow sex also looked like a horror show, as globs of still-drying semen covered the entire area. This old ejaculate was soon mixing with the fresh flow of sexual juices now pouring down from above, as you were steadily pumped full with yet another sizeable load; courtesy of the handsome young bull currently on your back.
After a short while spent jerking in unison with your mate, the steady supply of gloopy bovine jizz finally ran dry. The two of you then stood nuzzling each other while you both caught your breaths.
Then, once the bull had had his fill, he promptly returned to all-fours with a heavy thud. This left you feeling empty and utterly exhausted, but also warm and cosy inside, as you reflected on the amazing sex that you had just experienced…
“Seems Annie was right about you girl. You really are a natural at taking bull cock!”
Hearing this caused you to look up, where you saw a large male farmhand walking towards you with a rope in his hands. The man then chuckled as he slowly moved to your rear, after which he lifted your tail to examine your still-dripping vagina and the damp, sticky hide surrounding it.
“Yup, looks like they bred you nice and proper,” the man remarked. “Interesting to see who the calf belongs to. My money’s on Henry. After all, he’s one of our star breeders for a reason!”
You were too tired to really disagree, as you replied with a soft moo. Being mounted by so many large, energetic bulls had taken its toll. You desperately needed a break, though you secretly hoped it wouldn’t be for too long…
“Anyway, we can worry about that later,” the farmhand continued, after seemingly noticing how exhausted you were. “For now, I think you deserve a well-earned break. Let’s get you back inside Bessie.”
With that, the farmhand fitted the rope around your neck, before he led you out of the bulls’ field and over to the small milking parlour where your ordeal had all started.
“Here we are girl,” the farmhand said as he guided you into one of the stalls. You immediately noticed that this stall was larger than the one you had lived in for the past week. It was something of a luxury suite for a bovine, with plenty of space, a soft straw bed and easy access to food and water. Your heart then skipped a beat when you noticed the large milking machine attached to the wall. This reminded you of just how uncomfortable your udder felt, as it swayed pendulously between your thighs whenever you took a step. Just seeing the machine’s four black nozzles made your nipples harden and your pussy flex in anticipation. Being milked had felt so fucking good earlier… and now you were eager for more.
Upon noticing your excited reaction, the farmhand simply chuckled as he patted your meaty backside. “Don’t worry girl, I’ll soon get you hooked up. I’ll put the machine on a lower setting, which should allow you to get some rest while it does its thing. Now then, let’s get started.”
With that, you didn’t even hesitate as you happily stepped into the stall. Then, after having a quick drink and bite to eat, you tiredly slumped down on a pile of straw near the stall wall. You then eagerly presented your enormous udder to the amused farmhand, who was quickly able to fit the machine’s nozzles to your four aching teats.
Once everything was positioned correctly, the farmhand activated the machine and stepped back with a smile. You then let out a long, breathless moan of delight, as you felt the machine hum to life. Moments later, the first warm stream of milk squirted from one of your rock-hard nipples, as the four nozzles began gently sucking and squeezing each teat one after the other.
“Mrooo… Mooooo…..” you continued to moan softly to yourself, as you welcomed the sweet release of pressure from between your thighs. Having your bloated mammaries caressed and stimulated by the amazing machine was simply incredible, as it settled into a slow but steady milking tempo. Releasing squirt after squirt of nutritious milk felt unbelievably good, which even caused your pussy to flutter as your whole body tingled with pure feminine energy. Being a horny heifer with a massive udder and a big juicy cunt just felt so sexy and natural. If life as Bessie was always going to feel like this, then you didn’t ever want it to change. Fuck being a man. Being a lustful, dirty, FEMALE animal felt a million times better already… and you were only just getting started…
With this happy thought in mind, you tiredly started to drift-off to sleep, as the machine continued to hum comfortingly between your thighs. Happily, the pleasure and contentment your body was experiencing quickly started to bleed into your dreams. Soon, images of you being milked, both by machine and by hand, began to circle through your mind. These were gradually followed by scenes of Annie fingering your tight bovine pussy as she wiggled her fingers around inside and occasionally flicked your tiny pink clit.
Eventually, your dreams grew even wilder, as images of massive bovine cocks started to come to the forefront. Very quickly, these pictures transitioned to scenes of you pleasuring bulls in various ways; whether it was by licking their sweaty balls and sheaths, suckling on their throbbing shafts, or being mounted and fucked by them from behind like the good little cow you were.
With that, you gradually settled into a deep sleep, with the images of sexy bulls keeping you company as the milking machine continued to suck gently on your four massive nipples. It had been a long day and the beginning of a dramatic new chapter in your life, but the knowledge that there was no way of going back just made you excited for the bright new future ahead of you.
Your time as a human being was now well-and-truly over. You weren’t a man anymore…
You were Bessie.