Though it doesn't match up to the main story, I wanted to go into more detail around Zoe Cow's pregnancies. So here:

Zoe’s first birth

Zoe’s belly changed shortly after her insemination. The flesh was soft, no longer the flatness she one prided herself in before she became a cow. Her udders, however became taut again, her teats now a teasing .5 inches away from the floor.

As a means of comfort, Zoe Cow was allowed to touch her udders, and if she became wet again, to touch between her legs. A side effect of the chemicals from the orb left the cow with a thicker, larger clitoris. It wasn’t much more sensitive than before, she was just left with more skin to run her fingers over.

In the next week or so, she did feel some tightness in her belly, but paid it no mind as she ran her fingers down her chest. Lying on her side on the cushioned floor, she stared blankly at the observation window a few inches above her head.

Her doctor was there, so were the other two men whose names she kept forgetting. She didn’t so much register being observed as just seeing the three figures there, as she was looking at a page in a book.

Sometimes she heard their voices over a speaker by the glass.

“ZOÉ COW- ON ALL FOURS”

The accent was usually an English one, it was Dr. Mayfair.

Sometimes it was one of the men.

“ZOE COW- ON YOUR BACK HOLD YOUR KNEES UP.”

No matter whose voice she heard, she went into position immediately. When she had the ability to pay attention, she could anticipate what came after the door opened.

When she was on all fours, it meant lying down on a table, electrodes pressed to her body, and being told to breathe after the gas mask was put over her face.

When she was on her back, it meant the two men...

...Ingersoll...Rand...

That thick cock that hurt when it hit something push deep into her body, but felt better when the warm liquid slid down from the plastic bag.

“Wedge.”

Her legs were brought up on an angle, making the sloshing liquid faintly audible.

“This will make sure you’ll be giving us a calf, Zoe Cow.”

A calf. Yes, cows give birth to calves. Was that what he meant?

One of the men would place a hand on her belly and didn’t lift until the sloshing sound went away. The other man placed a cold object underneath her left udder.

“Heart rate is fine. Going by this, she probably can’t even tell.”

___

It was a rare night where everything in her brain connected and she could think for a few minutes.

She was a cow and pregnant. It didn’t matter how, but she had a life growing inside of her. She had never seen a cow give birth, but she had seen other animals in pictures and on TV.

She rolled onto her side, just like they did, successfully ignoring her throbbing clit and focusing only on contracting her pussy lips.

They pushed something wet out. An orb. Their young broke out, and men and women came down and took it from the tired mother. Sometimes the animal lifted its head to look for it, but plopped back down.

She had arms- could she hold it after? She had milk to feed it. Her udders would stop hurting if it were sucked out.

Zoe Cow fell asleep with one hand on her extremely extended belly. How lucky she was to be able to give birth.

——

One morning Zoe Cow woke up and saw she couldn’t reach her clit anymore. Her belly had suddenly swollen, obscuring her wet pussy and her throbbing clit.

“Hnnngggggh,” she groaned, frustrated. She liked touching her teats and her clit at the same and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t do that. Her clit was throbbing, aching for her attention. She abandoned her teats and feebly extended both arms to reach. I’m

“ZOE COW, HANDS AT YOUR SIDES.”

Zoe growled, ignoring her instructions, continuing to reach down and around her belly.

“ZOE COW-“

She began kicking and screaming in her human voice.

“I WANT IT. DOC-TOR, I WA-“

Before she could finish, the door opened and all three people came in. One pinning her left and another at her right. Dr. Mayfair was above her head.

She screamed again a flood of liquid came out from between her legs. Excruciating pain traveled down her body from her udders to her pussy. Milk sprayed from her udders as more came out. She felt her pussy lips contracting on their own.

—-

Mark Ingersoll watched what smelled like piss travel its way to the dips in the cushioning. The cow was no trouble to hold down, allowing him to give John his complete attention.

He watched as John grabbed hold of Zoe Cow’s free ankle, seemingly oblivious to the wetness crawling up his pants.

“Nigella, do you think you could hold both her arms? In a minute she’ll be in too much pain to buck up. Mark, take an ankle.”

Once free, he scooted down and got a firm hold. Her kicking slowed down, allowing both men to spread her legs a little wider.

Ignoring her screams, Mark observed as her pussy lips contracted wildly, partially pushed out by her heavy stomach.

“Bend her knees so her feet are on the floor.”

Trying to keep out of the way of the flood Mark followed John’s lead and placed his parallel to his.

The three were calm as they maintained their positions. They pushed down the desire to sedate her and be done with her, but this time, all three were on the same page.

This was a milestone- bringing their subject to a point where they have transformed into a cow.

“I was hoping she’d birth quietly like a regular cow!” Nigella yelled over the din.

“As was I!”

Zoe stopped resisting, lying there but still hysterical.

“I’m going to trust on this one!”

John abandoned his foot and positioned himself between her legs again. It stayed put.

“I can’t talk to her from here, she’s attached to you, Nigella! See what you can do! I’m going to angle her up a bit!”

———

The thick sprays of milk coming from her subject’s teats momentarily distracted nigella. She knew she was in more pain than usual during her milking’s

Once pushed up against her, Nigella took Zoe’s arms and crossed them, still gripping her wrists.

The cow’s sobs were powerful enough to induce contraction, but Mark and John remained where they were. Nothing yet. Nigella leaned into Zoe’s ear.

“Zoe Cow,’ listen to me. Listen to your doctor.”

The girl was running out of breath, her screams dying down to panting.

“Zoe Cow...try to hear me. I know your brain is cloudy, but listen to your doctor. Remember your calf? Think about what we told you was a calf. The round thing that those animals had to push out?”

Zoe nodded.

“Cows push out, too. Push out, Zoe Cow. Don’t you want to see your calf?”

Nigella moved her hand so both of theirs could brush up against her udders.

“Listen to your doctor, Cow. Push like we showed you.”

——

John hoped this wouldn’t be a human birth process. Any future cows wouldn’t have the luxury of this much attention to expel the orb.

He counted just three half-hearted pushed before the gelatinous creamy material slipped out without any warning. The thing slid down, knocking into his knees. Mark let go of the cow’s ankle, looking at it with a sense of wonder.

——

“Caaallff...” Zoe mumbled. Her whole body was in pain. Her udders were filled to capacity; her belly ached as it deflated. Her pussy was sore.

The word calf. She made a calf to she feed it.”

“Milk...calf. Mine...let me milk...”

She saw one of the men stand up with that familiar orb; wobbly as the ones she had seen. Without looking at her, he turned and left the room.

Zoe Cow sobbed. He stole her calf! She wanted to hold it to see where its mouth would be so she could unload her milk. It was hers and it was taken away.

Her doctor ran her hands though her hair but it didn’t soothe her. Her aching body shook with her sobs.

The other man stepped over and stood at her side, also not looking at her.

“John thinks she’ll forget in 12 hours. We could sedate her again, but he wants to discuss the possibility of a second round.”

“Right away?”

“No, no. We need her to completely recover, and remain stable of course. I’m seeing your point about keeping her where she can think and say a few words like a human. That emotional attachment is another factor to consider in future. We’ll start slow, with the lighter shock treatments to speed up the grieving process. May as well fuck with her psyche now, get ahead.”

He crouched down and took her wobbling chin in his hand. The man usually looked at her coldly, this time his eyes were a little warmer.

She heard Dr. Mayfair’s voice first. Softly, making her. A little sleepy.

“Zoe Cow...Zoe Cow...can you see Dr. Ingersoll? You may speak.”

“Yes, Doctor,” She gurgled through the hold on her chin.

“Zoe...C.o.www,” her doctor’s warm voice blanketed her. She felt like she was floating, without fear. She was safe. Dr. Mayfair would keep her safe.

“Listen to Dr. Ingersoll...”

A voice, deeper in tone wafted in. She was still safe.

“Zoe Cow. You’ve been Zoe Cow your whole life. Do cows walk on two legs?”

No.. Doctor.

“You have udders and teats. You can be bred. You are a cow. Are you a cow?”

Yes...

“You will accept your breeding, but not worry about the calf. Your breeding is when we fuck you with a cock and fill you with come.”

Yes, she loved her breeding, then.

“You’ll only want the fullness. You will give a calf, but the calf will not be yours. Understand?”

Understand. The calf was not hers.

“You will not ask for it, even if you see it. You’ll think about your udders and wait for your next tube milking. Understands?”

Understand. She only wanted to be milked.

—-

Nigella and Mark looked at each other, confirming he was finished.

“Zoe Cow...can you hear me?”

The girl opened unseeing eyes. Her cow was trusting in her.

“You’re going to be bathed on all fours. Be still when they spray deeply into your pussy. You can push back and let it fuck you.”

Zoe gasped in arousal. Mark smiled, amused.

“When you are dry, you’ll lay down on the clean bed in a new room. You’ll have the pads under your udders and on your head. You’ll hear the beeping. Keep your eyes closed and let sleep takes you. Understand?”

“Yes...”

The cow squirmed in Nigellas’ arms. Her breathing slowed.

“Tell the gents to be careful until she starts getting wet. Then they can resume their work. Mention the little gift.”

——

Zoe was pushed forward by the sudden spray into her pussy. She was on all fours, as taught. She felt a pair of hands on her wrists and then another prying open her slit. The water started again and this time, she pushed back. Two voices floated overhead.

“Good show, huh?”

“Hell yeah. They said just that, right?”

“Yeah. Sad, but even I’d stop at this even if I had permission. I knows she a test subject and whatever...”

“I’d still love to shove my cock in that mouth. Can’t believe after all that shit, her slit’s still this tight.”

“I think we can get away with a little more playtime.”

Zoe Cow felt the hard ring of the nozzle between her asshole and her slit; the water just flowed, not sprayed. She was turned and felt cold tile against her back. Arms pulled her up from behind and wet hands palmed her udders. She sucked in air.

“Ha! Look at that. I didn’t think she knew what gentle was.”

“We did always do this quick. Having fun?”

Zoe felt fingers stroking her teats. They were still painfully full, but the thin flow brought some relief. The hands cupped her udders and squeezed. She was being emptied. She was so happy being emptied.

“We still doing this?”

Her legs were pushed up and spread, the nozzle was at the opening of her slit.

“Let’s start with the routine.”

The biting cold spray hid her as the hands at her udders squeezed. She couldn’t choose one to focus on. Both felt so good.

“Okay. Now.”

The spray was turned down to about half when the ring slowly slid up Her canal. The nozzle was lodged itself deeply.

“I fucking knew this would happen! Check this out!”

Her belly started expanding. Slowly, not too painful as it grew into its familiar roundness. A hand was on her belly, being nudged off as she grew. She thought she was being bred again, only it felt much bigger.

“Okay, stop, it’s looking bigger than she did yesterday.”

She gasped as the nozzle retracted, hitting her clit along the way. A hand grabbed both her ankles and pulled her legs up in a straight line.

The water was louder hand before as it sloshed around. Her belly felt like it was a balloon, not hard like when she had her breeding sessions. Hands kept pushing down, putting pressure on her Uterus. Unable to think about her udders, she mewled as she pushed the liquid out slowly, feeling trail down her legs.

“Ughhhh...why did I think she’d just hold it after all that?”

The hands at her chest stopped squeezing. A gentle finger ran up and down her teat.

“They keep talking about how resilient she is. She’s still young and tight!”

Her legs were lowered, letting the flood of water out to the drains.

She sunk back into the person holding her. her head lolling to one side.

“We can take a Liberty, right? It looks like her time here is up. Rand and Ingersoll told me she might be put back on our ward.”

She felt a hot breath on her teat, and a thin tongue grazing the tip.

“Like this?”

“Nah, even I wouldn’t want her like that. Between you and me, Ingersoll will let her get back to normal enough to make her his new shock therapy plaything.”

“That fucking guy...fucking psycho.”

“She’s so convinced she’s a cow, she’ll probably think it’s her milking time. Come on, before they check in”

She felt the cold tile again, and then a warm breath at each teat. Soft, suckling mouths began to draw out her milk. They went down as far as to press their noses into the areolae, aiding in the push.

Her milking was early, but was more pleasurable than the rubber tipped tubes. Hands wrapped themselves around her udders as the mouths continued to suck.

She writhed a few inches from side to side. She didn’t know anything between letting go of her calf and being brought to bed. She felt herself getting wet again, pressing her legs together to relieve her arousal. One mouth popped off and the felt the hard spray directly against her clit. Not knowing the difference between the cock and her washing time, she cried out through her orgasm, trying to remember to remain still.

She was a good cow. Her pleasure came from being used the way she had always been. She wanted the world to use her; she wanted to be a good cow forever.