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I didn't get the point of walking around like this. It's happened once or twice with people who were into lactation. The first thing they wanted was to have me take off my bra and keep my udders out from under my shirt. It never really worked as all of my shirts were long. I bought this crop top yesterday at the last minute to keep in dress code at a club. This is my first- I never quite had a body for showing off my belly until recently.
I get it a little. Even a touch turned on by it. I see the humiliation aspect and showing the poor cow that she is to be available at all times. This is nothing I'd indulge in again as I have yet to play out my fantasy without feeling like an asshole. This is more fun in my head anyway, and the galleries here are more than enough material for my jackoff fantasies.
I'm considering deleting that series of blogs witht that stupid story. I don't know what the hell came over me. I spent like, five days on that thing and it was a waste of time I needed for other things. I guess it's good to get out of my system. I can always keep pushing it down on the blog roll so I don't see it right away.
The title had a point- I tried to put thoughts of being half-undressed and being referred to as livestock. It makes no sense, so this morning's indulgence has two parts. I don't really cross over into livestock anything as it's too close to dolcett which I am 100% not into. In my head I get to live out my life as a milker. Maybe even breeding but the fantasy stops after my belly's pumped full of come. Birth freaks me out.
I came across a couple of galleries that used the words FuckMeat (which I hate) in the heading but the content was peppered with the usual milking / images you'd see. New to me, which was nice. I try to space these days out so I don't get bored with the same photos. The medical gallery had more milking pics than what you would expect from med fetish stuff.
It makes sense to maintain healthy hucows, right? Being milked is humiliating until said cow starts to love it, so why not make regular exams work the same way?
So here's something else to push down eventually. I'd rather spill my fantasies than write around them. It's boring. I'm here to make up for the fact that my vibrator died and there isn't a new one coming in anytime soon. I'm walking around wet and there's nothing I can do about it. Ha! This fantasy is writing itself. Heads up this is easier to write about from multiple people's perspectives. Using 'I' gets a touch redundant. Apolgies in advance for mispellings. Typing with one hand here:
The hucows were kept apart except for times when a control group was needed for the study. It was a secret experiment that only five people were in on: the three who came up with it and two handlers to keep their cow in check.
It was backed with quite a bit of money from a man seeking hucows for his own use. The women who came in consensually couldn't handle the rigorous pumping schedule nor could they remain as docile as required for long-term use. He determined that human livestock had to be conditioned.
This woman who wouldn't be missed was dragged through the entrance to the small compound to the large showering area and forced into the restraints that kept her on all fours. As her handlers approached her to pull back her hair she snapped her teeth in a futile attempt to fight back. A rubber mask came and over her face, sealing her mouth from the very bottom of her nose and compltely covering her chin. Her hair was pulled back into a knot, exposing her face and neck for a complete wash. A sharp spray of cold water hit her cunt which shocked her into pulling away. Running out of breath from mask, she slowy went still. The spray weakend to a smooth flow, she only twitched when the metal opening was slipped in a few centimeters in.
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She woke up on all fours again, this time on a soft pad for her knees and softer armrests. A chin support kept her head level in a slightly uncomfortable position. She moved her head has best she could, eventually reliing on her eyes to look sideways. She was in a barn! She could hear a steady pattern of suction and clicks from her right. If she rolled her eyes enough to the side she could see what it was.
She could barely make out the blur of a wam figure she thought was on its knees as well. Below it was a large steel collector with two tubes extending from it. She couldn't see where they led. There was a banging noise behind her, what sounded like doors being opened. Their loud voices came closer until she saw two pairs of legs in front of her. The chin rest was dropped allow her to move her head around. She looked to her right again and screamed.
It was a woman, petite and thin around the waist with disproportionately large breasts kept off the ground by the suction tubes from what she now saw was a cow milker. The tubes had an alternating suction rhythym that pulled and shook her breast until it let go. She was locked into the chin rest as well, but did not move. From what she could see, she was just staring out in front of her, only moving to adjust her knees.
She struggled again screaming and trying to slide her knees off the pad to slip out. She heard them saying Z-5698 repeatedly as one pair of hands grabbed her breasts to pull her back into position. The painful pull put her back on her knees. She felt a bar come down on her calves. She couldn't move.
The hands still pulling her breasts squeezed harder, finally getting her to submit from the pain. She let her head fall forward, just inches above the chin rest.
"Z-5698, there's more where that came from if you keep fucking resisting."
A hand grabbed her by the knot of hair on her head and sharply pulled back. A small cry escaped her mouth as the rubber mask from before was slipped on again. He let go, but she kept her head up.
After a final squeeze the man got up and dusted his hands. His voice carried over her head, addressing the other man.
"Good thing they're keeping her on those fluid drips. She'd find a way to scream through a meal too, I bed."
A gentler hand took her by the knot and turned face back to the right.
"May as well see what you're going to be used for, cow."
The woman's long hair was also put up in a knot. Despite all the noise she didn't appear to have moved the entire time. She stared at her breasts, large, veiny, with areolae that didn't fit into the tubes.
"You're gonna be a cow, Z-5698. Quit fightin' it. You're going to love it."
Her head was snapped back into position and this time secured to the chin rest with a strap over her head.
"They're not working on your udders yet, so you're going to be here a little while. Relax, cow. You're going to be spending a long time in this place."
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The wait felt like forever. She managed to doze in and out despite the mild cramping in her neck and ache in her joints. Her bladder was filling up, the pressure pushing down and threating to leak out. She wriggled as best she good to keep her legs together. She heard the door again only this time the legs were closer to the woman on the right. She heard metal clinking and sliding down. She waited for the sound of skin moving off the vinyl pad but it didn't come. Then her own chin strap was removed. She remained still.
"Z-5698, do you know how long you've been here?" She registered the voice as a woman's, slowly looking up to confirm. Through bleary eyes she noticed the stark contrast to the barn in her shirt and suit jacket.
She shook her head slowly.
"15 hours. I'm sure you need to use the bathroom, correct?"
She gave a slow nod trying to press her legs closer together.
"You realize that you'll never use one again, Z-5698."
She finaly realised that she was being called that. They dropped her full name keeping only the first letter. She didn't understand what the series of numbers that came after meant.
She felt a slow stream coming down between her thighs. Crying, she tried to clench again but there was nowhere to go. The woman dropped to her knees and placed her palm up against her bladder and pressed. A warm, thick spray of piss emerged, soaking her thighs and dribbling around her knees. Her violent cries were muffled by the mask. What should have sounded hysterical was nothing but a low muffled sound.
Having no more will to fight, she let the woman pluck her arms from the rest and helped her to slide down to the floor. She felt her gingerly positioning her bottom half by tugging on her ass. Her nipples were inches off the ground. She collapsed forward, falling onto her chest but maintaining her ass in the air.
She saw other four other women as still as the one left unrestraiined. One she could only see from behind but it she knew they all shared the same glazed look.
"Get back up on your knees and crawl to R-45." Still sobbing, she remained still.
"Z-5698, get up and crawl to her!"
She buried her masked face into the ground, praying she would suffocate. The doors slammed open and large hands pulled her up from the floor, keeping her suspended and held out away from his body. They approached the woman and dropped her back on her knees. She hadn't realized that the pumps were stil attached.
"Welcome to our little hucow project." The woman reached over and flicked a switch, silencing the machine. She gently plucked the tubes off using a hand around her large breasts keep from stretching them.
Z-5698's voice was muffled. Tears spilled from her eyes. The woman's nipples were nearly two inches long. The skin was not entirely broken but the rubbing against the inner part of the tube was clear to see. The man reached under her knee pad and took out a small tub of cream. He pinched some between his fingers and gently coated one. Z looked down at her legs and noticed some slick coming down that was not urine.
"You're not really going to see much of each other. We'll periodically run some tests but you'll be in another part of the compound alone."
The woman kneeled down and massaged her breast. The nipple hardened against her will, bringing a smile to the woman's face. She saw her motion to the man and she was picked up once again out to a small stretch of land and into a one-floor building.
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They put Z on her back this time. Strapped at the waist, wrists, and neck her legs were split apart to get all of the urine stains and smell out.
Just like a cow. She thought as she stared at the ceiling. The cold water kept the tiles underneath her just as cold. She wondered if they would ever give her a warm shower. Or whatever this was they were doing to her. After being towel dried in the same position, Z was helped up to her feet but remained held by the two men, one on each arm. Still naked, she was partly dragged down another hall, not from resistance but from exahustion. Their grips weren't as tight this time.
She was brought into a white room, set up like a doctors' examination room. A gyn table was in the center, glass-doored cabinets lined the walls. She let the men lift her and secure her to the table. Unlike any table Z had seen, there were bands of straps on the sides to keep her arms still. Another band was pulled across and underneath her breasts. Once secured, she was left alone.
Z started tearing up again. She was going to be turned into a mindless cow with a body so deformed she would never look human again. Despite her temperature rising from anxiety gooseflesh spread on her arms and legs. Her nipples, once again, revolted and hardened.
The woman came back in, flanked by two men who were also dressed in suits. The woman grabbed something out of Z's sightline then felf the rubber mask come over again. Z begain to cry again.
"Oh, cow, no tears." the woman offered. "We're just going to give you a health check to address anything that might affect the project. Gentlemen?"
She motioned to the other two who began assembling trays of medical tools. With what little give from the restraints, Zoe's body shook with sobs. Had it not been for the straps her body would have been completely wracked and writhing on the floor. One of the men lifted her breasts and arranged a series of electrodes along the band. Z felt sick to her stomach as she was handled as if she were an animal. Her legs were locked apart and the other man pulled up a stool and a nearby tray. She winced as the speculum dragged up her vaginal walls.
The tears flowed still but she was too tired to move. She heard a heart monitor beeping nearby. The first man lifted her breasts again and adjusted the pads. He briefly left and came back with an uncapped syringe.
"She has to calm down," he said to the others. Z felt a quick pinch to the arm and she felt her body slowly go slack. She wasn't sleepy, just slightly weighted down. She couldn't even lift her head.
The humiliation Z was feeling was disappearing. A part of her still wanted to cry as her body was out in the open like this, penetrated by strangers as if she indeed was livestock. She was going to be nothing but a cow. Used, alone, without a thought in her head.
The rubber mask was slipped off and a blindfold came over her eyes. Blind she felt every part of the examination tenfold. Her nipples were painfully stretched. She felt her clit being squeezed and thick fingers pushing up into her cervix. She felt small earbuds pressed into her ears. The woman's voice came on.
"Z-5698. Z-5698," the voice said over and over. Then a new dialogue:
"Hucow. Hucow."
The words slid into each other. Z's clouded brain stopped trying to make any distinction between them.
"Z-5698
Hucow
Udders
Teats
Cunt
Hucow Cunt
Milker.
You are a milker.
A breeder. You're
milked and bred."
She distantly felt the straps being undone. Her legs were still locked in. The strap across her chest, however was replaced with a cool slab of metal holding up her breasts...her udders...
She barely heard a number being called.
"2lbs. Small but good...start.."
"And her nipples?"
Udders. She had udders.
She felt a squeezing around the base of her nipple and then a sharp pinch to the tip of each. The bands grew tighter only stopping when they felt secured.
She felt another squeeze around her clit. An even distribution of pressing that did not hurt. Z's breath slowed. She was getting wet- her cunt was getting wet. Then small pulses, like electrical one surrounded the nub. It didn't hurt, either. She tried to bend her knees to push into it, but her legs couldn't move.
"Perfect. Good for breeding."
Breeding. She was going to be milked just like R...R.."
Z felt a hazy rush from her chest to her toes. With a sigh she didn't recognize fluid spilled out of her cunt.
The voice faded and the buds were removed.Her blindfold was removed and her eyes opened to low lighting. She wanted to stay in the low lighting.
"Tomorrow we'll start the pumping."
Her udders?
"Good to know the drug kicks in quick."
"Keep the headphones on the same schedule."
Z let her body grow more slack, not minding the wetness between her legs. The room went from low light to black.
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Z woke up in the low light room again. She was tired, why was she so tired?
Why was Z-5698 tired?
Rather than on an incline, Z was positined with the back in a straight position. Her udders pulled up and settled on a metal tray.
"Z-5698," she heard one of the men. She didn't want to talk.
"2lbs."
They weren't talking to her. Oh.
She watched as the small bands were placed again, followed by the small pricks. She watched her teats grow thicker, the bands stretching to accomodate the change. It was slightly more painful than yesterday. The woman picked her udders up and slid each into a long plastic tube. Z couldn't see where the tubes on the end trailed off to. She heard a switch flick and the large tubes pulled on her udders. The was surprised by the sharp pull but felt that wetness again. She watched her fat udders squeeze up against the tubes, extending very slowly to reach the ends of them.
She wanted the pull to last forever. After that morning's pinch memories of R in the barn came back. She still felt nervous but now curious as to what made R's body that way. Was she going to have the same thing done?
She felt something thick slide up her cunt, stopping just at that end wall. The ends kept pushing, bumping into it over and over. Between the sweet suction and the penetration Z cried out and let her orgasm wash over her. The tubes were kept on longer after the fingers. When they stopped she felt so disappointed.
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She went to that room every day for a long while. The tubes changed sometimes. Sometimes there was nothing but the headphones and the blindfold. Her body felt different but she couldn't tell why. Her head was always so heavy.
One morning, after her wash, she was taken into another room. Gently positioned down on her knees she looked up at the three people who made her body feel good.
"Come cow," one of the men said. Z crawled over to him, feeling a new sensation dragging across her teats. She was taken by her hair and walked to a tall mirror.
R?
"Stand up, Z-5698." She straightened up, unblinking as the cow in front of her did the same.
"This your body now, cow."
The man stepped back and placed his hands on her shoulders. The other man and woman stood next to the mirror. This is what the tubes and the needles had been doing. Her udders hung down over more than half her petite body. Her teats were half an inch long, pink from the carpet burn.
"We're starting you in the barn." the woman said. She walked over, taking a teat and lifting her udder. The other man followed suit.
"We've timed this right so your first milking is today. Look? Look at your udders, cow." Z looked down and saw small pearls of white substance beading on the ends.
Milk.
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There were only two others in the barn. The woman was patient in walking her from the building and across the short stretch of land, but her knees were still raw. The woman assured her she would be comfortable very soon. They stopped and watch as R-45 was taken out of her stock. One of the men who washed her led her off and stopped in front of them.
R still had that glazed look. Z held it. She couldn't blink. R didn't try to either.
"Breeding is today?" the woman asked.
"Yeah, I was told I have to take her to the other side of the place."
"I thought Z-5698 was set for that?"
The man shrugged. The woman leaned down to Z's ear.
"Your teats are going to be just as long if not more. See how long they are?"
R's udders had grown slightly larger, causing her to drag a nearly folded over 3 inches of teat. Z wanted her body like that. R's body was perfect. She was a perfect Hucow.
"Taste her milk, Z-5698. You're not likely to taste yours. Go, put your head down."
Z bent down and picked up the folded end with her lips. R shifted to lift her udder higher. The woman turned Z onto her back.
R's milk was sweet. It flowed from up and down the teat, making it convenient to suck on it. For he first time, she heard R make a noise. A low groan like a real cow's mooing. Z drank until she was gently pulled away. She watched as she and the man left, her wet teats dragging on the floor.
The woman put her into the stock. Her knees were finally comfortable. She could res on her arms without pain. She was secured into the chin strap. The woman rolled the milking machine in and lined up the tubes. She felt the light suction bringing the tube up and around her teats. She wriggled her bottom against the wetness that was sliding down. She heard a click and the hard suction began.
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Z was kept separately from the other cows. She had only seen one or two during the rare barn milking. She was normally milked in the first white room. She did catch one cow thrashing so hard she couldn't be secured. She could see her from the corners of her eyes but she became disinterested. She looked ahead of her at the steel tubes and waited for the milk to be collected.
She never saw R again. From what she could pull from the haze she was taken somewhere. Someone wanted her now that she was a breeder. What she did notice was that the milking machines got bigger and shinier. The three seemed happier.
After her barn milking, Z-5698 was walked into the opposite direction of her usual holding room. she was taken to another carpeted room, one with a large black sofa and matching chairs. A large wooden desk stood on one side. The woman and the men were there. There was someone new sitting on the sofa.
Z thought he was handsome. He had dark hair like R's and wore a suit just like the others. Z was just about eye level to his crossed legs, his polished shoes not far from her face.
She heard them talking but she was fading in an out from boredom. A new pair of hands cut through her haze and put her on her feet. The new man held her with her wrists over her head, keeping her on tiptoes. Her large udders brushed his shirt. She felt wet again.
"I can't really tell," he said. "It'll be easier if I put her on that desk."
A small space was cleared and Z was put on her hands and knees, positioned so her udders could hang off the edge.
The man ran hands from the base of her udders down to her teat. She looked down to see the teat lay halfway across his palm. Pink, tbular and thick.
"Teat specifications were met. Excellent!" he walked around the desk, appraising her.
He mostly stayed on her udders, lifing them and holding them in his hand. He put her on her back and examined her clit and cunt. She twiched in surprise when he took it between his fingers. Amused by the reaction he did it again.
"I thought she was going to be the first with that elongated clit."
"I'm sorry we just found so much progress with milking that we focused on that. Our next cow won't deviate from it. I apolgose."
"It's fine. Sensitive is just as good."
He looked up at Z. She didn't blink.
"Shall we take you to the living area to start?" one of the men asked.
"No, no, right here is fine, if you will."
Z-5698 was taken down off the desk. She was placed on a small stool and bent over the desk. Her teats were buried under her swollen veiny udders. She heard a zipper coming down and sudden penetration from something thicker than the fingers. It felt so good that she let out that low moo noise. The man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her neck back to give him more leverage. The man kept hitting her cervix and it hurt but this is what she was waiting for. The woman's voice kept saying she was a breeder and couldn't wait. Her body was going to change again.
The kept up his punishing speed until she felt the wall give, but only briefly, shooting something into Z that was warm and wet. He pulled out, panting. Z stayed in place and let his cum dribble down her thighs. Her lower belly hurt.
"What a lovely surprise." she heard him say.
One of the men started to babble nervously.
"We didn't know that would happen- this fucked up the experient. I'm sory. Fuck. Fuck."
The new man assured him it was fine. Z was taken up by the wrists again and leaned back slightly on the edge of the desk.
There was a mirror on the wall behind the group that Z could just about see herself in. Past the shocked faces of the woman and two men, she saw her belly round and promient, as if she were months along in a pregnancy. The man caught her eye in the miror, ignoring everyone else. With a smile he took one udder and sprayed the floor. He next lifted the teat toward Z's face. He nudged her lips apart and squeezed again. He then took all four inches into his and suckled deep.
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