Then realising she had been too eager to give up most human responsibilities, Susan remembered Brad the tanker driver who collected her milk her every morning. She could hear the sound of the truck in the distance, her panicking canter to get back to the barn causing her to fall over. Being as big as she was, it was quite a tumble, but her still versatile joints let her get up again quickly (while a real cow would have wobbled about trying to right itself first). She made it to the barn just in time, and hopefully undetected.
“hello” Brad called out “hello Susan, are you about?”. Susan was hiding but could see Brad wonder about looking for her. “I figured you were here because no-one is in the house”, he said wondering about. The other driver Tim would have just hooked up the pumps and left already, but Brad was a former fuck buddy and emotional crutch when she devoiced. Brad wasn't the go steady type, and Susan couldn't imagine herself with him, especially not now. What Brad was looking for was obviously a quick screw before taking the milk back. As he wondered he got closer and closer to discovering Susan's hiding spot, she panicked thinking of ways to just make him go: “It's alright Braaad, I'm a bit busy, can yoooou just take the milk. I'm noooot up for it today.” it was dumb but it was all she could think of. “Susan, is that you? You sound odd” He responded, her much deeper voice and lisp thanks to the big lips was totally suspicious. “What's wrong sexy?” “just please go, I'm not in the mood at all today, I'll call you later.” but Brad wasn't going, there was something in the air making him hornier than he had ever been before “come on babe, you can't leave me with blue balls here.” Brad had honed in her hiding spot, so she did the only thing left to her. Bursting out from under the hay Susan's massive form grabbed Brad and the two landed on the floor. Brad yelled out in horror “arrr what the hell” “Brad, Brad it's me Suuuusan” she said in her bovine voice. Brad looked like her was going into shock “no way, no freekin way, this isn't real”, Brad tried to break free but Susan's now immense strength held him down with ease. “I need you to help me Brad, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I don't want to be discovered. If you keep taking my milk and paying me for it, I'll help you out by letting you keep more of the profit.” she said. Brad was still looking at Susan in horror, but his raging boner hadn't subsided at all for some reason. Susan could smell the desire on Brad, and smiled. “in fact I lied, I am in the mood, perhaps if you do this for me, I'll do this for you.” She said, one hoof undoing Brad's pans “no, no, no” He protested, trying to use his now free hand to stop her, but it was no use. “oooooh” Susan teased seeing his massive erection through his Y fronts. She leaned in as Brad grew horrified at the thought of being raped by a mutant cowgirl. “Stop, it could be infectious” He begged one last time “The I'll be doing you a favour” she smiled, her big cow tongue snaking out and into his pants.
“Ooooow” went Brad, giving into the lust brought on by the servicing. Letting go of his other hand, Susan pull the pants and undies all the way off while still lathering Brad's manhood in thick cow drool. He groaned in pleasure, “So Brad, you can keep getting service like this, if you help me” she said, finishing with her tongue. “Anything you want.” Gasped Brad. Susan then moved her giant over Brad, who seemed only mildly concerned if her would be crushed. Gently, Susan lined up her cow slit with him and Brad and to hold back some of her udder to keep from being smothered. Brad was a big guy in both stature and endowments, but her might have been embarrassed about how his dick was now dwarfed by the glistening folds. Carefully Susan lowered herself onto him, his dick only able to rest lengthways along her pussy. She didn't care, as it was the perfect angle to stimulate her big clitoris. She gently moved along his shaft as Brad fondled the udder, their parts gliding in the mixture of drool and pussy juice. Susan bent her big head down closer to Brads wanting to lick his face, but the enthralled Brad moved first leaning up to kiss her on her wet lips. Susan kissed by almost enveloping his lips with her slobbering cow lips. Brad opened wide and darted his small tongue over her front teeth. Giggling, Susan grasped Brads head in her string hooves and filled his mouth with her tongue, while he still tried to insert his. Reaching up Brad was just able to grasp her human breasts, gently stroking the length of the teats. “ooh moooo” she went softly, Brad moaned in reply. As he began to squeeze and pull on them, Susan began to loose out to the animal passion, grinding faster and harder, forcing in tongue deeper into Brad, occasionally bringing it out to completely smother his face in a giant lick. Brad began to moan uncontrollably as he finally released, managing to only mix his seed with the juice on the surface. Brad they there panting as Susan rolled off. Not satisfied and somewhat in the thralls on animal lust, she wasn't happy, but she at least felt more confident that she could now still pay her bills thanks to Brad. “So Brad, are yo going to help me out” “oooh yesss” he breathed heavily in reply.
After Brad used the house bathroom to cleanup, Susan said good bye and left to re-enter the shed. Although Brad had taken the milk, he hadn't finished his job. Susan was still horny, so finding a spot on the dry hay she flopped down. Gently a hoof found her still aching folds, slowly encircling the edges of the sensitive lips with the tip of her hoof. My god they were big and wet. Carefully she began to insert one hard finger inside, listening to the sucking noises as it went in. Her other finger found her inflamed clit covered in the remains of Brad and her own juices. As she worked the numb, softly mooing, another hoof found her breast. Pushed apart slightly by her tapered chest, they didn't have any hair on them just like her udder. She found a teat and began to stroke it, working herself up. Her other hoof continued to glide in and out of her slit, and as much as she loved being a cow she still felt grateful that should could please herself as well. Her hard hooves offered a trill unknown to her before, using them to massage her most sensitive areas. As the orgasm build, she began to tug on her teat while mooing louder, milk starting to dribble out. Tugging harder, Susan managed to squirt a thin jet of milk into the air. She continued to work herself until finally with a bellowing moo, she came. Relived, she now realised how hungry she was, and just like a normal cow, must graze almost constantly to get enough nutrients to make it through the day.
Once again she joined the herd, clopping around them and getting to know each one better. Feeling comfortable again, and enjoying the breeze through her coarse orange fur, she got back to grazing. As she spent the day in the field, she wondered how she could carry on like this without getting bored. She just felt so at peace moving with the other cows as they worked their way around the field. Then eventually, she felt an urge that was both familiar but unusual in what it now meant. Susan needed to relive herself, her bowels rumbling as they built up. At first she had the urge to return to the house and use the toilet, but she was far too large for that now, and very quickly she corrected herself. She was a cow, naked and free under the sky, she should just do what all the others do. But she still felt embarrassed, even though part of her was excited to pass another animal milestone; defecating where you stand. So, lifting her tail and trying not to make a big deal of it, Susan unleashed her first cow pat. She listened as it made wet slopping noises, finding it hard to believe just how much was coming out of here. Eventually it finished up and she lowered her tail again, feeling that some of the manure had gotten on her backside. She turned her large head to look behind her, seeing the results of a days grazing. At first she felt like the other cows would judge her, thinking about how devastating it would be to do that in front of other humans. But she giggled, correcting herself again as she was now more cow than ever. She had practically done everything else today that a cow would do, and with that thought she scratched an itch on her side by using her long neck and face, nibbling at her fur with her teeth. At the end of the day, she had to force herself away to lock up the shed and house. As big as she was, she just managed to get through regular doors, taking a look about her house and thinking about all the human things she no longer used in it. But, so long as Brad continued to deliver her milk and she got paid, she could pay her bills and keep the farm.
Then it struct her for the first time just how dirty she was, and that like a normal animal, had dragged muck inside. The places where her furry sides had brushed up against the wall had left dirt and there were hoof prints on the late and hardwood. Thankfully she hadn't walked on any rugs or carpet. She decided she would clean tomorrow, but she was tired and needed to sleep. So, to answer her question from yesterday, the now much more cow Susan plodded into the field once more to try and sleep standing up.