Bessie's New Occupation: Chapter 1
Samantha abruptly woke up, gulping in the chilly breeze that drifted through her open window. It was just another instance of her recurring dream. In her slumber, she'd sense her breasts expanding, gradually swelling as she became infused with milk. Eventually, she would land on all fours since her chest felt too heavy. She'd realize she couldn't utter a single word — all she could do was make a mooing sound. Right when she visualized a magnificent bull mounting her, she would jolt awake. Samantha hastily rubbed her breasts and clit until she drifted back to sleep.
A couple of days later, Samantha was en route to the grocery store when she spied an eye-catching poster. The promotional material was garnished with a cow print design, and showed ominous red letters saying "Join Us" with a listed address. Samantha retrieved her phone, snapping a picture and determined to visit the location once she completed her shopping.
She cruised up to the address hours later, and a gigantic guy flanked by jeans, a worn-out black shirt, and a well-worn baseball cap promptly opened the door.
"I saw your poster," Samantha disclosed to the man. The man inspected her, then studied her tits in an unusual manner before replying, "Moo." Samantha reveled in her new identity, reciprocating with a soft mooing sound. The man unwound the door to let Samantha in. She precariously examined the interior, which resembled a medical clinic. Her guide then directed her to the backroom, shutting the door behind him in silence.
Samantha followed obediently inside and stared at the bed that looked precisely like those found in a medical clinic. Just as she entered the office-like space, the woman wearing a lab coat with black-rimmed glasses strode in, displaying a professional demeanor. Despite the corset top made of black leather and red skirt she was wearing underneath, she was stunning.
"What is your name?" Inquired the woman.
"Samantha."
"What's the purpose of your visit?" Inquired the woman, scrutinizing Samantha as if searching for a valid reason.
Samantha decided to dabble in the unknown. "I want to be a cow." The woman grinned and pondered for a moment.
"Are you certain this is the path you wish to follow?" Samantha remained resolute, disclosing, "Yes, ma'am." The woman's lips curled into an enormous smile.
"Alright, dear. Please put on the headset in front of you. As you watch and listen you'll feel a little prick…"Someone's going to inject you with a milk-producing serum." The headset wassecurely fastened to the chair, and Samantha sensed a sharp sting. Her surroundings were next transformed into a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors. Samantha's ears were bombarded by thunderous beats and humming, and she was absorbed by the spectacle. Initially unaware, Samantha gradually relinquished her autonomy to the video's strategy. It concocted a world where cows were the only understanding: They did not have to be concerned with human events and did not need to ponder; they only took pleasure in being milked. Conversing was reserved for humans. She listened intently for hours, oblivious to any consequences.
The video promoted other behaviors: Cows adored being bred, craved obedience, relished their purpose. The doctor switched the footage over to another segment, retrieving a vibrating milking machine and a piece of strap-on technology. Samantha was thrilled and completely engrossed as the doctor's hands connected to her chest, rapidly and fervently activating the breast pumps. In unison, another machine began to rotate thrusters toward Samantha's crotch, forcing a stiff dildo to firmly penetrate her. Samantha began to moo, her arousal skyrocketing.
The session lasted two hours, with her vacillating between feelings of lust and milkiness. Samantha yearned for the doctor to milk or fuck her. She ached to be milked or bred by everyone else. Eventually, the doctor shut down the machine, removed her clothes, and took off the headset. Samantha felt elated — lightheaded, eager, and horny. She eyed the doctor and spontaneously mooed in anticipation.
"Oh girl, but we're not done yet." The doctor serenely stated. He clipped a restrictor collar and leash on Samantha and guided her into a room with a pair of breast pumps and a woman in a cozy pair of shorts and a crop top.
"A fresh cow for our herd, Kelly," stated the doctor, apparently this woman's name.
"Wow, sexy. How big were her breasts originally?" Exclaimed Kelly in approval.
"Size thirty-eight. Triple D," boasted the doc.
"Awesome. She'll make a wonderful heifer." Samantha licked her lips happily at the compliment. "What's your name, cowgirl?" "Bessie." Samantha beamed. They both knew this would be far from her boring daily life, a far cry from mundane data input.
Kelly nodded, directing Bessie to a massive van containing a sizable kennel. Bessie immediately got in, experiencing a wave of pleasure with each twist of her tail indicating her submission to instruction.
"Good cow Bessie, I'm going to give you a special treat and help you drift off to sleep. This will happen soon." She handed Bessie a little pill that she happily licked up from her hand. As soon as the doors closed, Bessie felt overwhelmingly tired and dozed off quickly into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, Bessie saw Kelly's gleaming smile. "Alright, dear, it's time to get you settled in your new home." Leading her with a leash, they walked out of the van and crossed a stunning green field. Bessie saw several women lying around the field, all with big boobs, making moaning sounds and occasionally mooing. In the next field, she observed large men doing a variety of things - some fighting, others fucking, and some just basking in the sun. Bessie couldn't help but be happy and content, knowing that this was her new life.
Kelly then escorted her to a big barn with a vacant nameplate above a stall. Inside was a comfy twin bed and a toilet.
"This is your living space, Bessie. You'll come here at night at curfew, which is eight. You'll also be taken out of here each morning at nine for cleansing, milking, and breeding." Kelly let Bessie know. "When you're not being cleansed, milked, or bred, feel free to enjoy yourself and do as you please." Bessie showed her understanding by mooing happily. "Let's go meet your fellow cows."
There were five other cows - Violet, Daisy, Missy, and Connie. They were all stunning with large breasts. They hastily approached Bessie, sniffing her and letting her sniff them. Then, Daisy excitedly licked Bessie's clit, while the others licked her nipples and anus, making out with her. Bessie was ecstatic. The rest of the day was spent basking in the sun and pleasuring the cows and herself.
Once night came, the cows were led back to their stalls. Bessie laid down and fell asleep immediately, content and free of any thoughts.
When nine o'clock came, the cows were all woken up by their trainers and taken into a big shower room with several open shower stalls. Each stall had side walls but no doors. Kelly led Bessie into the sixth one, turned on the water, and began carefully washing Bessie's hair. After that, she carefully soaped and washed Bessie's breasts, gently tugging at her nipples. The shower room was filled with mooing and moaning as the trainers washed their charges. Kelly then moved down to Bessie's stomach and began lightly rubbing her groin area, eventually opening her up with her hands. Bessie let out screams and moans as she enjoyed the sensations. After Kelly was done, she rinsed her hands and finished by massaging Bessie's legs and feet.
Bessie felt amazing when she left the shower. She was excited for the next part of her day. They walked into a room with soft benches. Each cow climbed up on her designated bench and was connected to two breast pumps. Kelly placed Bessie on the sixth bench and all the cows' pumps were started simultaneously, causing the room to become noisy in an instant. Moaning and machinery noises filled the air. Bessie suffered intense pleasure as her chest was being tugged by the machine, which also caused her to reach orgasm multiple times. Kelly saw her enjoyment and smiled deviously. She then slowly began inserting two fingers into Bessie, then three. Eventually, she managed to fit her fist inside of Bessie's hole. Bessie could only moo in response to the intense pleasure. Her body violently contracted and released, causing large amounts of fluid to gush down Kelly's arm.
After thirty minutes, each cow's production was checked. Bessie had produced a full litre of milk, possibly more cum. Kelly was immensely proud. She patted Bessie twice on her ass to indicate her satisfaction with her work for the day. Bessie mooed in response.
Lastly, they walked down a hallway with two names on each door.
"Daisy and Magnus, Violet and Brutus, Missy and Captain, Connie and Chief." On the last door was just Bessie's name. Kelly escorted her to the room at the end of the hall. In that room were five enormous men and five smaller men. The cocks on the large men were huge, almost as thick as Bessie's forearm. The men grunted and mooed loudly as Bessie entered the room, but they stopped immediately when Kelly made an announcement.
Alright, Bessie, it's up to you to decide which bull will be your mate. Bessie took a peek at the bulls and stepped up to the first one. He had an erection that was twitching with her presence, but she turned away, feeling slightly embarrassed. His head drooped in disappointment. She then moved on to the second bull. Atlas, who she had met at the clinic before, was the next one she encountered. He was familiar, and as she gazed into his eyes, hers sparkled with recognition. He mooed softly, and she smiled. She gave him a whiff and was thrilled by the amazing scent. She glanced at his huge, beautiful penis, and gently licked it, savoring the enticing salty flavor. Then she looked at Kelly and mooed. Bessie was then brought back to the room where Atlas and his trainer were waiting. A new name was added to the door: "Atlas." A suitable name for such an amazing creature.
Bessie was positioned on a bench in a standing position. The bench was adjustable to meet Atlas' height requirements by the trainer. Atlas' trainer decided to sit down in a chair next to where Kelly was sitting.
"You two can start now." They both announced at the same time. Bessie felt an enormous penis being shoved into her. She let out a moo of surprise, which soon turned into one of delight as she was being stretched to the very limit, causing a small degree of pain but heightening her pleasure. Atlas kept pushing until he was done. This entire process was purely for breeding purposes, with no speed changes or romance involved. After he finished, Atlas climaxed inside her.
"Now, we have to wait for five minutes." Kelly instructed Bessie. Bessie seemed a bit perplexed. "It's to ensure the breeding takes effect." Kelly explained. Atlas simply sat there, his thick penis still in Bessie's wet vagina. She then observed something unusual; Atlas began rubbing her clitoris. It felt fantastic.
"Most bulls don't perform that with their breeding partner. They just focus on their own gratification. It's like Glenda and Duke." the other trainer remarked. Kelly enlightened Bessie.
"Glenda and Duke were our first real bonded pair. Most cows and bulls don't really pay attention to who breeds whom. However, a bonded pair will only breed with each other. We have three bonded pairs." Bessie realized that she didn't want to let Atlas go. It felt horrible to think about going to bed without him, making her feel lonely and unhappy. She looked into Kelly's eyes with her big, brown ones, to express her desire. Kelly looked at Atlas' trainer.
"We'll transfer them to the barn for bonded pairs right away." Kelly ordered. Atlas' trainer agreed, and they both led Bessie and Atlas, holding their leads. In the hallway, another bull caught a glimpse of Bessie, and out of jealousy, he pulled his trainer closer. Atlas acted swiftly, tackling the other bull into the wall and spinning him towards him before ruthlessly headbutting him. The other bull crumpled to the ground. Atlas returned to Bessie, head bowed. Bessie comforted him by nudging his chin up with her nose and snuggled his neck. Kelly gazed at Atlas' trainer in shock.
"I guess Atlas is quite protective of his partner." Kelly smirked. Atlas' trainer merely scowled while trying to catch his breath.
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- Relaxing on the Shore: A Life of Leisure
- A Memory You Cannot Erase
- Spotted Observing
- Secrets in the Shadows, Episode Thirteen
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