I could smell the manure from inside the cattle trailer. The truck finally stopped and Farmer Fred led me out of the trailer using a leash.
“Alrighty Betsy, it’s about time we go over your new life. This is your barn, you’ll be hitched here until I am ready to bring you out for training. The fucking milking machine is still in transit, so you’ll be milked by hand until it arrives. It’s going to take a lot of time and effort to transform you, I am creating a schedule so the farmhands and my boys can help out.
“For the first 30 days you’ll be milked every two hours. You will be responsible for servicing the workers and you must eat at least 12 loads of semen per day for the first 7 days, then it will be 6 loads from then on, plus whatever visitors come. I put an ad in the paper looking for customers, they get an hour with ya, I better not hear of any defiance, ya hear? You are going to be my cash cow, whore, don’t make me beat ya.”
This was the first I had heard of any customers. But I didn’t have time to think much about it because he yanked my leash and yelled “git!”
He walked me around the barn in circles. “Now Betsy, there may be times you want to say no to me, but you are not allowed. You agreed to do whatever it takes to be a human cow, so we are going to see to it that you become a human cow, no matter the effort or consequences. First thing we’ll have to do is get you into the cow mindset.”
“I’m already in a cow minds–” I got slapped in the face before I could finish my thought.
“Cows do not speak. Dumb whore. That’s what I mean, you are not anywhere near a true cow mindset. You are never allowed to speak again, until I tell you otherwise. You are never allowed to stand on your legs, you must always be on all fours. From now on you will eat what I provide you to eat, and you will eat all of it. Now, time for your first washing.”
He grabbed a hose from the wall of the barn and pulled me out to the grass. He hosed me down, cleaned all of my crevices with soap, and scrubbed me with a brush. It was freezing, and I was miserable. This was the first time it had entered my head that this was too much and I didn’t really want to be a cow.
Shivering, Farmer Fred brought me into the barn again. Another man walked in a few moments later.
“Betsy, this is Farmer Tom, he’s going to be helping train ya. Now, it’s time for your first semen feeding. Service Farmer Tom and eat his cum. You’ll be doing this every two hours for the first seven days, with different farmhands, of course. The other hours you will be milked. You will get two hours of sleep every 12 hours.”
This was my schedule for the first week:
12am-2am: Semen Feeding & Sleep – Farmer Joe
2am: Semen Feeding – Farmer Mike
3am: Hand Milking – Farmer Tony
4am: Semen Feeding – Farmer Tom
5am: Injection & Oral Milking – Farmer Josh
6am: Washing – Farmer William
7am: Semen Feeding & Breeding Session – Farmers Tom, Josh, William and, Drew
8am: Semen Feeding – Farmer Alvin
9am: Machine Milking – Farmer Roy
10am: Semen Feeding – Farmer Arnold
11am: Injection & Leash Training – Farmer Fred
12pm-2pm: Semen Feeding & Sleep – Farmer Joe
2pm: Semen Feeding – Farmer Mike
3pm: Hand Milking – Farmer Tony
4pm: Semen Feeding – Farmer Tom
5pm: Injection & Oral Milking – Farmer Josh
6pm: Washing – Farmer William
7pm: Semen Feeding & Breeding Session – Farmers Arnold, Joe, Tony, Roy, and Alvin
8pm: Semen Feeding – Farmer Alvin
9pm: Machine Milking – Farmer Roy
10pm: Semen Feeding – Farmer Arnold
11pm: Oral Milking – Farmer Pat
12am: Semen Feeding & Sleep – Farmer Joe
By the end of the first week, I was delirious from the sleep deprivation and constant stimulation. For 20 out of 24 hours, I had dick in my mouth or something latching my udders. I had never gone so long without speaking, but even if I wanted to, I had nothing to say.
My mind couldn’t keep a thought, and every day my internal dialogue got stupider. “yummy cummy. milk me, milk me, milk me, milk me. moo. need pee, need poo. eat, poop, eat, poop, eat, eat, eat. moo. yummy cummy. brr cold bath. ow, stabby poke. moo. sleepy. yummy cummy now! milk me, milk me, milk me. udders heavy. moo. yummy cummy. breeding time! moo.“
The next three weeks my schedule was as follows:
12am-2am: Sleep – Farmer Joe
2am: Semen Feeding – Farmer Mike
4am: Hand Milking – Farmer Tony
5am: Injection – Farmer Josh
6am: Washing – Farmer William
7am: Breeding – Farmers William, Josh, Alvin, Mike
8am: Oral Milking – Farmer Mike
9am: Farmer Fred Training
10am: Semen Feeding – Farmer Roy
11am: Injection – Farmer Tom
12pm-2pm: Sleeping
3pm: Semen Feeding – Farmer Pat
4pm: Farmer Fred Training
5pm: Injection – Farmer Alvin
6pm: Washing – Farmer William
7pm: Breeding – Farmers Pat, Roy, Joe, and Mike,
8pm: Machine Milking – Farmer Joe
9pm: Semen Feeding – Farmer Mike
10pm: Oral Milking – Farmer Tony
12am-2am: Sleeping
In 30 days, I had gone from a relatively normal girl to a mindless, primal animal. All I knew was eating semen, being milked, and being bred. That’s all I looked forward to, when I was being milked I wanted semen, and when I was drinking semen I wanted to be milked. I always had a desire for something.
Farmer Fred spent the first 30 days teaching me the cow basics – how to act on leash, how to submit for inspection, how to lick ass, how to interpret men’s body language to anticipate their needs, how to follow commands.
The milking was a great success, I was producing quarts by the end of the 30 days. I really have to give all credit to Farmer Fred for turning me into the hucow I am today.