chapter 7

Played enough.

How long it all went and how long it's been since your fat tits started lactating, you don't know. You are still trapped in this blind, deaf world that your tormentors have put on you.

Now you are fixed on your knees and hands in a kind of metal gate. A permanent hose pumps you full and you are giving milk in return. The regular milking of your plump udders is the only regular highlight of your existence. You prefer to be milked by hand, if you have several guests, you will also be taken care of in your cunt, but mostly machines pump your milk. Sometimes hands try to lift your hanging fat and udders, but that is no longer possible. Everything hangs down heavy and sluggish, the metal frame helps you to carry the masses. You haven't been able to think clearly for a long time.

They have transformed you into a fat hucow. They call it the factory for cows with special needs. It’s being part of a whole society who cares for human pets. They find them in the crowd, see their true nature and help them turn into their true nature. The dairy you now live in is currently a shelter to 17 other females. Some are robbed of their eyesight and hearing just like you to keep them calm others witnessed the whole process and still have the pleasure to enjoy the size and role of your lives unrestricted. Some of them still struggle with their fate. They get special treatment to fully feel their animal side. One cow receives a special gift today by one of the big breeding bulls. Its brain has already been totally smashed by drugs and he is agitated to inseminate her. The whole morning she’s watching him in the barn next to her, wild with longing to give his shot. Now they let him through, whips push him further on and with heavy panting he mounts her from behind.

Afterwards they let her udders untouched for two days. Her barn is all wet from dripping. When they finally approach with the breast pump she moans with desire and tears in her eyes. They make her moo before she gets release.

Meanwhile you remain in your silent simple world, living the happy existence of your fat cow life. She will be happy, too. Someday.