Trevor removed my restraints, and then he led me away from the platform. I wondered where we were going next. He guided me by the leash again. He took me right outside, onto a flat, green field.
A dozen other girls were already out there, down on their hands and knees. They bowed their heads low, almost like they were looking for something. Then I saw one girl bite into the grass. She started chewing, and then she swallowed!
No way.
At first, I couldn't believe it, but all of the girls were out here, grazing!
That wasn't going to be me. Only then, Trevor unstrapped my gag. He pulled it away, tossing aside. All of a sudden, I could use my mouth again. I looked at him, and I started to speak. I was going to ask him how he could do this to me, how I was going to find some way out of this facility, and then I was going to make him and all of his fraternity brothers pay for doing this!
“Moooo!”
I stopped. I froze.
What the hell just happened? I tried to talk again, more tentatively this time.
“Mooooo?”
"Oh, maybe I should've mentioned that little side effect of the implants in your body. Not only can they shock you when you hear the right voice command, but they also make it impossible for you to sound like anything other than a cow."
This couldn’t be possible. I tried to deny it, and I tried to speak again, but when I did, the same bovine sound emanated from my throat.
"Go ahead, Sasha. I know you're hungry. Until we get the results back, there's really nothing for you girls to do but eat."
I held out for another couple of seconds. I itched to speak, to tell him that he wasn't going to get away with this, but those words refused to leave my lips. So instead, I simply waited. Stubbornly.
Shrugging, he took out his phone, and he started to text some of his friends.
In the meantime, I started to realize something. The grass beneath me actually looked pretty appetizing. In fact, it looked really good, like some high-end salad. My mouth started watering.
All around me, other girls were eating, chomping through the vegetation, chewing, swallowing. No, I wasn't going to join them. Those girls, they had given up. But that wasn't going to be me.
"Go ahead," he said, smirking, probably easily able to guess my thoughts.
While Trevor played on his phone, I battled temptation. But I was so hungry, especially after my workout.
"There you go," he said, watching as I finally lowered my head. I tried to tell myself that I was only doing this to keep up my strength.
I bit into the grass, and I expected it to be terrible. It was grass, after all. But something about the texture and the flavor lit up my taste buds. Before I knew it, I was swallowing my first bite and going down for another.
"There's a good little cow," he said to me, running his fingers along the curves of my back.
"Yes, this is where you should be. Just think about it. You wanted to come here, you wanted to find some guy did take care of you. Well, you've done that. I'm going to take care of you, Sasha. I'm going to keep you as my obedient cow, and I'm going to milk you every day. I'm going to fuck you and use you and make sure that you always know your place."
No, he couldn't do that to me!
I glared down at the ground, still biting, chewing, swallowing.
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
Bite. Chew. Swallow.
He kept petting me, moving his fingers along my skin, making me feel good.
Then his phone buzzed.
"Results are in," he said to me. "Look at that. You produce Grade A milk." He leaned down, and he looked right into my eyes. "That's very rare, Sasha. So you know what that means? Since you make such good milk, I'm never going to let you go. No, I'm not. I'm going to take you out here every day, I'm going to make sure you get lots of time to graze, and then I'm going to milk you. Sometimes I'll do it by hand, and sometimes I'm going to use that machine."
"Mooooo!”
"That's right. You are a moo cow,” he told me. Trevor could guess those were the words I wanted to say, but he didn't listen. Instead, he pulled on my leash, and he took me back inside. I didn't know where we were going, but then he guided me right back to the room with the platforms.
He strapped me down, he put the suction cups back on my breasts, and he turned on the pump.
"Moooo?”
"Since you are such a prized beast, I'm going to give you a little treat. You've already made me a lot of money. Did you know that I could sell you? Did you know that there are men all over the planet who would love to get their hands on you? Just for being you, you're going to get a very nice reward."
I watched as the transparent tubes turned white with my lactation.
I moved my hips from side to side, I didn't want to get aroused again.
"Welcome to your new life, Sasha," he said to me. I heard a zipper drop, and I could only close my eyes, hoping that I was right. He put his hands on my ass, and he came forward, sliding his cock into my waiting pussy.
A gasp left my lips. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, but he felt so good. I wanted to do moan, to cry out with ecstasy. Instead I mooed like a cow.
He pulled back and thrust forward again, burying his shaft inside of me. Another rush of ecstasy pulsed through my body. Every time he moved, another pulsation of need flared within me.
He felt incredible. He felt wonderful, and then the machine sped up, going faster because it knew what I could handle. And somehow, I realized that the more aroused I became, the more milk I produced. Not only was I going to become a cow, I was going to become his little sex slave.
"You like that, don't you? Yes, of course you do."
He smacked my ass, making my body flash with fresh sensitivity. Different sensations rushed through me. The pain faded as the pumps continued to work, and there was the ever insistent thrusts of his cock as he worked me over, sliding forward and back, forward and back, using that friction to make me pant and moan and moo for him.
Pumping me harder and faster, he worked me into one orgasm. Then another. And another. I didn't think I could stay up, but I'd been strapped down on my hands and knees. Taken together, I squirmed, but he used me all the way until he finished.
He grabbed my ass, squeezing harder as he came. A growl of satisfaction left his throat as he finally pulled out. He wiped his cock off on my ass, and then he circled around me.
"You have something to say?"
There was only one way for me to respond, "Moooooo.”
"That's right," he said, patting me on the head because I was going to be a good little farm animal for him.
The End
Becoming His Girl Cow
I never imagined this could happen, that some guy could turn me into his pet. His lactating cow.
It started when I woke up. Blinking back to awareness, I looked around the small room, remembering what happened. Which was nothing. Once I returned to awareness, I looked at the guy sitting across from me.
"Sorry, Jacob. Better luck next time?"
"Yeah, maybe next time."
That happened three days before I started to wake up in my bed. Right away, I knew that things were different. I felt different, warm and aroused. At some point in the night, I had kicked off my sweatpants. Apparently, I even peeled away my tank top, leaving me in nothing but my silky, pink panties.
And now, I rolled onto my back, my eyes remained closed, and I began to move my fingertips over my breasts. I squeezed those mounds, kneading them. Did something feel different? Honestly, I couldn't tell.
Half-asleep and unaware of the world, I didn't worry about what any of this meant. All I could tell you for certain was that it felt good. Wonderful, in fact. So I kept touching myself.
But soon, pleasuring my breasts just wasn't good enough. Sure, I enjoyed the feel of two fingers on each nipple, working those proud little points, yet I needed something more. Again, I didn't think consciously. I simply followed my instincts, letting one of my hands drift do
wn, past my sternum, past my pubis, right down into my panties.
And when I stroked my crevice for the first time, hot pleasure seethed through me. My eyes widened, and I arched my back, spreading my legs and pressing my fingers down into my opening. My clitoris was already engorged. My pussy was already wet.
"Oh, yes," I said, thinking about one boy in particular.
Jacob.
At the time, I didn't think about how strange that was. Frankly, I was out of his league. Seriously, one glance at me and you know just how hot I am. When I say that, I don't mean to come off as conceited. It's not like I brag about how good I look.
I'm twenty-one, I have gorgeous breasts, long, toned legs, and shining brown hair. Okay, so I'm not some pretty blonde girl, but I know that guys follow me with their eyes when I walk into a room. I've had lots of boys throw themselves down at my feet, telling me just how beautiful I really am.
More importantly, I also know how to dress. I can pick out the right pair of shorts to make guys stare at my ass. I know how to choose the right top that will show off the perfect amount of cleavage.
I can be cunning, and I can be calculating.
But when I woke up on that particular day, I just wanted to touch myself. It felt like I was addicted to the pleasures of my own body, nibbling down on my lower lip, thinking all about Jacob.
Even though he wore glasses, even though he didn't wear the most fashionable clothes, and even though he wasn't the most muscled guy on campus, I still thought about how good it would feel to have him on top of me.
He would kiss me hard, holding his palms down against my breasts. He would pinch my nipples, he would pull on my hair, and he would spank me.
Wait, what?
Where did those fantasies come from? My eyes widened, and yet I couldn't stop touching myself. It was strange, experiencing this double vision of a fantasy while simultaneously looking up at the ceiling of my bedroom.
Closing my eyes again, I decided to give in.
In that daydream, I was tied down and helpless while he continued to play with my body. At one moment, he used his palms, stroking my nipples while I became wetter and hotter. The arousal pounded along my skin, mimicking the pulse of my heart beat.
Panting, I pulled on those imaginary bonds even as I continued to manipulate my nipples with one hand while I stroked my clitoris with the other. Oh yes, this felt right. Oh yes, this felt intense. Felt so, so good!
A little whimper escaped my lips, and then I started to cry out. I moaned at the top of my lungs, heedless of the possibility that my neighbors might be able to hear me.
Finished and very satisfied, I collapsed back down onto my mattress. My heart kept pounding, and my skin tingled all over. Truthfully, I had never experienced an orgasm like that before.
But I couldn't quite stop myself either.
Despite that supernova of pleasure, I wasn't done.
Something compelled me. I lifted my hands, and I started tracing my fingers just below the swell of my breasts. I enjoyed the soft give my skin, the heat permeating my flesh.
Then I cupped my breasts, and I squeezed. At first, my eyes were closed, so I didn't see those first droplets. They appeared on the tips of my breasts. I could feel the warm, luscious warm fluid right there.
At first, I didn't know what I was looking at. Then I realized what was happening.
Somehow, I was lactating.
Somehow, I was actually milking myself.
Instantly, horror shot through my limbs, and I jerked my hands away.
What the heck just happened? This could be possible. I wasn't pregnant. I wasn't some kind of cow!
Hot embarrassment and confusion splashed through my entire body. I rolled off the bed, and I went to the mirror in the corner of my room, checking to make sure I wasn't going crazy. But there it was, the little droplets, still clinging to the tips of my nipples.
Then I remembered what Jacob said to me, right before he started his experiment.
"Now I want you to remember, there might be some lingering side effects. It's possible you will have strange dreams or your body might react in ways you can't predict."
Jacob. That bastard! He did something to me!
Right away, I crossed the room, and I grabbed my phone. I pulled up his number and called him. Some part of me didn't want to believe that his experiment really worked, that they could actually do something like this to me, but it was the only explanation.
Now, he needed to undo it.
In spite of the excitement clinging to my skin, I got dressed, and I drove over to Jacob's place. He had his own apartment, a cozy little place in a nice complex. After I parked, I made my way straight to his front door, doing my best to keep my head down.
Every stride seemed like a special kind of agony. Without thinking about it, I had put on a tank top. First, my nipples felt like they were on prominent display. They poked out against the material. Even my bra wasn't enough to hide them.
Second, the material of my bra rubbed against my nipples, making me hotter and hotter. Seriously, I had only been away from my apartment for a few minutes, and my pussy felt positively drenched.
What did he do to me?
As I crossed the parking lot, I recalled what he told me. Jacob said it was part of a science experiment for his psychology class. He was trying to examine the effects of hypnosis. In particular, he wanted to determine if hypnosis could be performed.
When I first heard, I laughed. But my psychology teacher offered extra credit to anyone who volunteered to help another student.
We met in the library in one of the isolated study rooms. He placed a candle in front of me and told me to stare at it. I did everything he said, he recorded it, and nothing happened.
So why were my breasts so sensitive? Why were they lactating!
My diet hasn't changed, I haven't been exposed to anything or anywhere new, which meant that it had to be Jacob. He did something to me.
When I got to his door, I started pounding my fist. One, two, three times, and I waited. Shifting my stance, I looked around, wondering how long he was going to take.
The door finally swung open.
"What the heck did you do to me?" I hissed at him.
"Just an experiment," he said, looking smug.
Strangely enough, I expected him to look panicked after what he heard on the phone. I told him that there had been some side effects, that he needed to undo them. Only now, I looked into his face, and Jacob seemed almost pleased with himself.
"Come inside," he commanded.
Pursing my lips and scrunching the skin around my nostrils, I nonetheless stepped into his apartment. He walked around me, and he set me down on the couch.
"Tell me what's going on. Tell me exactly."
Somehow, I hadn't been able to describe my exact symptoms on the phone. After all, Jacob was just some geeky kid from school. I never thought of him as a potential boyfriend or anything.
Feeling shy, I stared down at my feet.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it. Can't you just undo it?"
"I can't do anything until you tell me what's going on." He made it sound so logical.
"Fine. I woke up this morning, and I was really, really horny. I started touching myself, and then I started to—drip.”
"Drip?" He didn't sound put off by this at all. If anything, he was intrigued.
"From my nipples." I didn't sound happy about this.
"Come over here and sit down." He patted the next couch cushion.
Reluctantly, I crossed the room, and I sat next to him. I stared back at the coffee table, feeling very, very shy. Damn it. Normally, with guys, I could be flirtatious and controlling. I knew how to get boys to do whenever I wanted simply by batting my eyes. The right tone of voice, the right stance, the right words were all it took to wrap them around my little finger.
"Kendra," he said to me, clearly choosing his words carefully. "I need you to take off your top for me."
"Wha
t! No!"
"You want me to undo this? Then you need to do what I say. You need to be obedient."
"Obedient? What the hell are you talking about? You're making me; some kind of dog!"
"More like a cow, judging by what's happening right now," he smirked back at me, obviously enjoying himself.
I jumped back onto my feet, and I was going to leave his place right there. His hand shot out, and he grabbed my hand. "Sit down."
There was something about his voice, something about the strength of this man. Although I didn't really want to do it, my knees buckled, and I fell back beside him.
"Kendra, you need to understand what's happening here. When I hypnotized you, I started to alter your mind as well as your body. You see, there is a very powerful connection between your thoughts and what happens inside of you. Frankly, I thought it was funny when you laughed at me, when you told me that my experiment obviously didn't work. I had you hypnotized for more than an hour, and you didn't even notice. You know why you didn't notice?"
"It didn't work," I tried to tell him, but my voice was quiet, devoid of any real confidence.
"Actually, it did. I knew that any change in your body couldn’t happen instantaneously, so I set a mental timer. You probably didn't notice, but your body has been changing for the last few days. Maybe your breasts have had more tenderness. Maybe they've been more sensitive."
"This isn't possible. You can't do this!"
"Actually, I can. That's why you're going to take off your top right now."
There was something in his voice, that trace of power again. I could hear it, like it triggered an instinct within me.
As much as I didn't want to believe in any of this, I reached down, and I touched to the bottom of my tank top. I grabbed onto that thin fabric, clutching it tightly as I struggled against the impulse to obey him.
No, I didn't need to do this. No, I didn't need to obey him. No, no, no…despite every denial, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and I pulled up, peeling away that layer of clothing.
Then I was just sitting there, and he stared at me, enjoying that look of consternation on my face. He studied my breasts.
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