Happy Farm

Chapter 1 Metamorphosis

Clarabelle was named after the most famous cow the Happy Farm had ever had, one who held several records for milk production. But this Clarabelle wasn’t a cow, she was a ranch hand. The woman worked on the farm, herding cattle, feeding them, making sure the bulls didn’t hurt them in breeding, and caring for them in general. The Happy Farm had a “whole life experience,” for its employees. They worked, slept, and even saw doctors, on the farm premises. But, Clarabelle knew almost nothing about how the farm operated, beyond her duties. The Happy Farm kept nearly all information on a strict need to know basis, in order to protect trade secrets.

Today was an ordinary day for Clarabelle. She got up, got a glass of milk, and reveled in its amazing taste. Well, “taste” may not be the right word for it. The milk from The Happy Farm was an experience. Clarabelle could never remember quite how it tasted once she was done, but she knew that it was good. Clarabelle, like everybody else, never touched the stuff without emptying her glass. In fact, she enjoyed it more than most. Clarabelle had managed to convince the farm kitchen’s chef to give her a double portion of milk. Then she did the same with the lunch lady, and the workers who served her dinners. Clarabelle may not recall the taste of the stuff very well, but she knew that she loved it. In fact, Clarabelle felt like she loved the stuff more with each glass she drained.

Clarabelle was obsessed with yhe milk. She fantasized about bathing in it whenever she showered. The woman would even steal the milk of other ranch hands whenever she could. Today was a great day for milk. Not only was Clarabelle able to get her double serving, and steal more from a new ranch hand, but the food served was a delicious cheese Danish. The milk always seemed less potent when it was baked into something like this, but the ranch hands all loved the stuff still.

Then, a literal dream of Clarabelle’s came true. One she had dreamt many times. A member of kitchen staff left the door to the kitchen open when he stepped out. Clarabelle looked inside the open door, salivating as she stared at a gallon jug of milk, that sat on the counter.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Clarabelle, the man who had left the door open spoke with a doctor. A woman in an outfit that looked like a stylized lab coat with the words “Happy Farm” written on a name tag, beneath the name, “Doctor Sarah Kelly.” The kitchen worker said, “Yeah, Clarabelle went into the room with the obvious milk in it. I didn’t stay to watch her drink. But, knowing her, I’d be shocked if she didn’t.” The doctor nodded, and said “Good, and the extra milk?” the man said, “Yeah, just out of sight from outside the kitchen. She’ll see it the second she finishes drinking the first one.” The doctor nodded and said, “Excellent work Ralph. I’ll see to the next steps. You are dismissed” Ralph nodded and stepped out of the room. He would receive a bonus for this, and for his silence.

As Doctor Kelly walked toward security to have officers go and arrest Clarabelle she thought of the situation. Clarabelle had happened upon the farm’s biggest secret, and also a convenient way to silence her. Hucow milk is delicious and healthy, in small amounts. If a person consumes large quantities of the milk, they are likely to develop an addiction to it. The addiction grows stronger proportionally to the amount of milk that the individual drinks. Then, upon consuming a truly massive dose, a metamorphosis begins, during which the individual in question becomes a Hucow or bull, depending on their sex. The body changes dramatically at this point, developing bovine qualities, such as hooves, horns, and short fur. Additionally the, newly minted, Hucow becomes reliant on the further consumption of Hucow milk to further the metamorphosis. In the case of a female, the subject’s mammary glands enter a stage of rapid development. Growing additional breasts, and making the original pair far larger. This effect seems to be effected by diet, growing more and larger breasts if the subject consumes a substantial amount of Hucow milk, eventually leading to an increase in production from the new Hucow. This process has led to a standard practice at Happy Farms of simply allowing the new Hucows to consume milk freely. Thanks to the addictive qualities of the milk, they normally consume as much milk as they possibly can. Or so the farmers thought, until recently. Doctor Kelly recently made several discoveries that she intends to use in order to create even more productive Hucows. Primarily an additive that can be added to the milk to greatly increase the rate at which the body digests it, thus allowing more milk to be consumed during the metamorphosis. Kelly’s second plan is to attach a feeding tube to Clarabelle, and feed her even as she sleeps. Kelly intended to wait until she has an enormous Hucow to show her superiors, before telling any of them her plans.

After the metamorphosis, the new Hucow enters a state of hypersexual behavior, where they will readily mate with any willing bull, until pregnant. During this pregnancy they begin to lactate. The rate of milk production increases with the size of the Hucow’s breasts. Unlike ordinary human breasts, the Hucow’s physiology seems to create larger, more productive, mammary glands upon growth, rather than simply creating more fat around them. Furthermore, all of a Hucow’s breasts lactate independent of one another. So, the investment of milk consumed during the metamorphosis begins to give returns quite quickly.

As time passes, the Hucow’s mind seems to deteriorate. The matter seems to be less of a direct loss of mental acuity, and more a matter of simple atrophy combined with a change of priorities, as the milking process seems to be wildly pleasurable to the Hucows, to such a degree that they think of almost nothing else. Being milked, and eating to allow for more milking, seem to consume the totality of the Hucow’s thoughts. Eventually, even basic linguistics seem to fail, causing language to deteriorate into a simple “Moo” sound, much like the noise made by an ordinary cow.

Hours after drinking until she passed out, Clarabelle awoke in the simple cell maintained by the farm’s security. “What happened?” she asked, as she looked around to see doctor Kelly and two security force members standing on the other side of iron bars. Clarabelle gingerly touched her head, which Hurt like hell. The doctor said, “you’re in pain because you are becoming a Hucow.” In an emotionless and matter of fact voice. The doctor said, “The process is triggered by drinking large amounts of Hucow milk. Your head hurts because a pair of horns is rapidly growing on your skull. At this point the change cannot be stopped. Though, there is a simple way to minimize the pain of the thing.” the doctor then gestured to the two men at her sides. They stepped aside as the doctor spoke, “The good news is that your body actively pushes you in the right direction.” The guards returned, each holding a large, metal tank, with a hose coming out of it and a pump on its side. The guards stepped forward, opening the cell door and setting the tanks on the floor as the doctor said, “These tanks are filled with Hucow milk, with a simple pump attached. The assembly will pump milk out of that hose when you press the button on the handle of the tank.” Clarabelle’s mouth began to water the moment she heard of the tank’s contents. Her jaw even began to shiver slightly as the doctor continued, “Follow your heart. Simply allow yourself to act naturally, and drink.” Clarabelle asked a question, “So, the Hucows are human?” Kelly sighed, and said “Were anyway. What did you think the ‘Hu’ meant? But, if you do not wish to begin willingly,” and she nodded her head toward Clarabelle, one of her guards stepped forward, and took the hose on one of the tanks, saying, “Don’t fight this miss. Fighting just makes it worse.” He then grabbed Clarabelle by the arm, pulling her in and holding the pump to her mouth. The man’s grip was like iron, and Clarabelle knew that, even if he were alone she couldn’t resist for long. So, she took the hose, as the doctor said, “Good girl. Now, keep cooperating, and this shall be surprisingly pleasant.” Clarabelle put the hose into her mouth and the guard pressed the button on the tank. Clarabelle heard an engine come to life and had a sinking sensation that she was passing a point of no return. Almost instantly Clarabelle felt cold milk splash against her tongue. The doctor continued to speak, but Clarabelle was unable to concentrate on her words. The milk was thinner than the new Hucow remembered it being. But there was no mistaking it, this milk was exactly what she wanted. Clarabelle swallowed again and again, as quickly as she could. But the woman was barely able to keep up with the pace of the milk.

Minutes turned to hours before Clarabelle noticed that the doctor and her guards had left. Even that, she only recognized when the stream of milk ended. Clarabelle began to frantically look around. “More,” she said, “I need moore.” Then she noticed the second tank of milk on the floor nearby. Clarabelle leaned forward, grabbed the tube coming from the tank. She pressed the button on the tank as she shoved the tube into her mouth.

Meanwhile, doctor Sarah Kelly, looked into a monitor screen that displayed Clarabelle's cell. Clarabelle had already drank more milk than the human stomach can hold. But that was of little importance. The treatment on the milk was fantastic. It was absorbed into the body nearly instantly. So, Clarabelle could spend every waking moment of her day drinking, and be no fuller for it when she went to sleep at night. In fact, that was more or less Kelly’s plan for the girl. Though Kelly would make the last serving of each day be normal milk, just so an empty stomach didn’t keep the poor cow up at night. As Clarabelle drank, Kelly called the kitchen. The doctor recognized the voice that answered, “Kitchen speaking.” And said, “Aahh, Ralph. Exactly the man I hoped to hear. Can you bring two dozen tanks of the treated milk to holding cell A for me? Just open the cell door and put it down. I doubt that Clarabelle will try to run. She’ll be far too hungry to even consider leaving with you bringing her more to drink.” The voice replied, “Two dozen tanks to Cell A, coming up.” Then hung up. Ralph was dreadfully rude, but he always got the job done, so Doctor Kelly was fine with that.

Meanwhile, Clarabelle’s entire world was nothing but milk, as anticipated by the doctor. As if timed intentionally, a man wheeled in a pallet of milk tanks, the moment Clarabelle finished, each one like the two that the cow just drank. “Thank you.” Was all that Clarabelle could manage, before the man opened the cell. Clarabelle wanted to speak with this man, to ask about her situation, to do nearly anything. But the very moment that the cell door was opened, Clarabelle fell upon one of the tanks and turned on the pump as she put the hose into her mouth. After that, the entire day fell into a haze of drinking.

Or, rather, the rest of the month did. Clarabelle was buried deep within a haze of drinking that was, at once, amazing and impossible to remember. Clarabelle was only even aware of what was happening when Ralph, in an uncharacteristic moment of absentmindedness, forgot one of her scheduled feeding times. Clarabelle screamed in shock, the moment she was out of milk, without a replacement in sight. Clarabelle did not know it, but her scream was incredibly loud, so much so that Ralph himself heard it, reminding him of his failed duty. But, as he went to load down a delivery of milk, Clarabelle looked through the halls. Every step the woman took was accompanies by a silent scream that something was horribly wrong. Each step made her feel woozy and off balance. Clarabelle felt heavy and weak, she nearly fell forward several times as she walked. This continued until an unmarked door was opened, revealing a restroom. As Clair entered her eyes caught sight of a mirror. It was an ordinary mirror, sitting above an ordinary sink, in an ordinary restroom. The only thing that was absolutely not ordinary was the image she saw there.

The woman’s head no longer hurt, and a quick glance told her that this was because her horns had already come through. A small, pointy, outcropping of bone exited her head above each temple. Clarabelle felt them instinctively as she looked at herself in the mirror. Clarabelle’s chest was gigantic. Her breasts covered her entire rib cage. Beneath them were two swollen orbs of flesh peeking out of Clarabelle’s stomach. Her mind settled on a memory that terrified her. Some of the most productive Hucows at the farm did, in fact, have four breasts, all of which produced milk almost constantly. “This must be how it starts.” The woman said aloud as she felt the orbs of flesh. They felt almost exactly the same as her two, ordinary, breasts used to. Touching them revealed that they were incredibly sensitive. “I must be becoming one of the big producers.” She said, gently tracing her hands across the nascent breasts. As she did so, Clarabelle noticed something that startled her.

Clarabelle’s hands had an extremely fine layer of hair on them, everywhere but the pads of her fingers. It was so thin that the new Hucow could see her skin right through it. Clarabelle felt her face, to find a similar layer of fine fur on it. Clarabelle had to see more. So, she removed her top and leaned up to the mirror, to see her body more closely. The same, thin, layer of fur that the Hucow found on her hands, also coated her torso. Then, as Clarabelle inspected herself she saw something shocking. A small tube bored through Clarabelle’s belly. She breathed softly, wondering what the hell was going on. “Clarabelle?” called a familiar voice from the hallway, “Where’d you go? I have more milk for you. Come here and it's all yours!” Clarabelle wanted to look at herself more, to learn more about what was happening. But she felt like she needed more milk. Clarabelle needed a lot more milk. The new cow felt like that was her highest purpose in life, to simply drink as much milk as she possibly could. Clarabelle had a thought that she thought was insane, even as she had it. She had to swallow all of the milk. ALL OF IT! Every drop of the wonderful liquid in the entire world was made for her stomach, and her stomach for it. The Hucow smiled widely and squeezed her shoulders, pressing her breasts into one another as she shouted, “Coming!” and took off toward Ralph’s voice. Clarabelle was so excited that she forgot her top in the bathroom. Ralph was curious about what had happened to it, but not enough to look for the top too seriously. Cows lose their clothes often enough that a topless Hucow wouldn’t even get a second look from most folks.

That evening, Doctor Kelly stood in Clarabelle’s room, inspecting Clarabelle’s stomach pump The Hucow was so engrossed with her milk that she didn’t even seem to notice the doctor as she lifted Clarabelle’s lower breasts to inspect the tube beneath them, “Okay,” the doctor said, with a smile, “the G pump looks like it’s coming along perfectly.” The pump was loosely based on a type of feeding tube given to people with certain illnesses. But this one had a dramatically higher capacity, and an entirely different purpose. Clarabelle drank as much milk as she possibly could, as did every Hucow undergoing metamorphosis. But the process did cause the subject to sleep for about fourteen hours each day. It, unfortunately, reduced the amount that the new cows could drink during this process quite notably.

But now, that would change dramatically. The new tube system would directly empty tremendous amounts of milk into the cow’s stomach. It could even hook directly into the pumps already used by Clarabelle to ingest the milk, those found on the tanks, meaning that no new equipment was required and, best of all, it could pump milk at exactly the same pace that the modified milk was digested by the new cow’s stomach. Thus allowing for a dramatically increased rate of consumption, where the new cow’s stomach would be constantly full, just as the other new Hucows did naturally. The pump did not interfere with ordinary eating and drinking either. So, Clarabelle could live in much the same way others did while undergoing metamorphosis.

So, without even halting Clarabelle’s ordinary drinking, the doctor attached a tank to Clarabelle’s feeding tube. Clarabelle’s stomach began to vibrate slightly. Only a few minutes later, the tank that fed into Clarabelle’s stomach was completely empty. Doctor Kelly took out her phone, and shortly after said “Hey Ralph. New request, but could you quintuple the rate of milk delivery to Clarabelle’s room? Yes, five times the current quantity. Oh, and I’ll need a rotating shift. One worker at a time should be plenty, but I’ll need somebody to attach a new tank to this tube every few minutes, yes, twenty-four seven. Hell, if it works as expected, this may become the new norm.”

Shortly after, something happened for the first time since the metamorphosis began. Clarabelle snapped out of her trance, with more milk in front of her, and what’s more, she did it with a full belly. Clarabelle looked around, to see doctor Kelly, and a member of kitchen staff, standing in silence and watching her. Clarabelle could think clearly for once. She looked down, to see something surprising. In addition to having four of them, Clarabelle’s breasts seemed to be vibrating on their own. No, she felt it in her stomach even more strongly. The Hucow put her hands around her breasts to reach her stomach, and felt it vibrating, shaking around like an inappropriate kind of toy, on a trampoline. Just then, Doctor Kelly noticed the confused look on Clarabelle’s face. The doctor said, “You’re awake?” and the new cow said, “Yeah. What’s going on with this?” and she tapped the tube leading into her stomach. Doctor Kelly said, “Simple. It’s why you can speak now. The metamorphosis renders you incapable of doing anything but drinking milk and seeking out how to get more. This is true unless you are absolutely full of the milk, which is difficult, since it digests very rapidly. But this pump allows milk to flow directly into your stomach. Thus letting you speak normally. In the event that my calculations were off, and it isn’t enough milk for that purpose, you can still drink more while the pump is running.” Kelly was quite pleased with herself, everything she had said was technically true.

Clarabelle sat and thought for a time, saying, “Thank you doctor. How long will I have to use this for?” Doctor Kelly answered honestly, “From eight to fourteen months. Nearly two have passed so far.” Also a true statement. The doctor continued, “And don’t feel sad Clarabelle. You are already shaping up to be the finest cow I have ever seen. Growing an additional pair of breasts is not unheard of, but doing so before the third month of metamorphosis is unheard of. To be entirely honest, I suspect you will grow a third. If this continues, you may even be the first Hucow to develop a fourth. I would also inform you, that the transformation makes being milked incredibly pleasurable for the Hucow, and that the sensation grows dramatically with additional breasts. You are well on your way to a hedonistic paradise.” Clarabelle looked forward to it, and honestly hoped she would be the first cow to grow a fourth set of breasts. The fact that she wanted this, did terrify her though. Clarabelle felt that she ought to hate the idea, but at the same time, she hoped that her breasts would grow in both size and number.