So as promised, I disappeared for a stretch. Shit got a little too real, but now boredom has set in and nothing good comes from yours truly being bored. Give me five minutes with nothing to do and I’ll get destructive.

So I’ve been working on this long story that’s a little less disgusting than my prior ones. It’s purely jackoff material containing the shit the darker corners of the Internet are looking for: encasement, vague consent, human livestock, and might include acts I’ve been emailed about over the years. Some of you guys are some legit sick fucks and I fear for anyone who checks your browser history.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to the day I stay so aroused that I finally finish the damn thing. I’m about...25% in? I keep moving the goalpost so I might even be off this site by then. 

Yes, I bought the breast pump and felt hella guilty. It’s sitting in my closet. 

But back to this story:

A fully willing hucow undergoes her transformation and then sent to live on a farm, but just for a few years. It’s kind of hard to keep things all sad and awful all the time, so there’s a light at the end of this confusing tunnel. 

Some more stuff happens. She might fall in love, the dude who owns the ranch might fall in love. I have no fucking idea, I just sit here and let it out.

So since I’m back, here’s a little present: the encasement scene. It’s raw but something I never thought I’d research and write about. So I guess I’m no less a sick fuck than the rest of yah.

All the best!

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“No, please, no!!!” 

“001A, how else do you think livestock is transported?” 

The doctor watched as she was strapped to a metal plank at the neck, wrists, waist, and ankles.

“No!!! No!!!!” she bellowed. 

“Cow, there’s no reason to complain. You have it so easy. Imagine how long a ride others have had? We’re not even inserting waste tubes in you.”

“Why not another way!!?!” 

Her eyes darted from side to side as the blindfold cups came down. 

“Even though you’re out in the human world, you won’t be living as they do. You are livestock until the end of your contract. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

Marcy started to cry as she was fitted with an oxygen cannula. She felt thin plastic material being placed over her teats. She felt tubes being threaded across her body. One click and the covers contracted to mold themselves around her teats like a second skin. There was no alternating suction, just a consistent pull drawing out her milk. Her clit tube was adjusted and taped down between her spread legs.

The cow let out one final scream before a hard rubber half mask was fitted over her mouth.

“It’s only for two hours, sweet cow.” 

She felt the plank lift up. She felt herself descending into the case, cold air hitting her feet and slowly coming over the rest of her body. She shuddered and snd braced herself for the sound of locks. The plank stopped. She heard a lid being closed and rattled. The vibration of something hard hitting the back of it hit her skull. 

There. She was sealed in. Her heart started pounding against her chest. As if in response, the plastic teat cups contracted further, pulling the tip of her teat past the end of the suction tube.

She huffed through her nose, pushing the cannula out of place. Releasing the danger she was putting herself into, she sucked back in, miraculously readjusting it.

She was alone in her own head again only without the relief of touching herself to quell the anxiety. She thought of Sam, who must have finished her contract already. She could have been shipped across the country. Maybe even the world. She pictured her friend being packed up just like her, only outfitted with more tubes. 

The longer the silence went on the more anxious she became. The image of the large, heavy industrial case burned into her memory. Her stomach dropped and her breathing became erratic again. She must have been close to empty. Everything was uncertain- milk, piss, oxygen. Her body was heating up, as if she were going to faint. She took deep breaths from the cánula and focused on the cool of the chamber.

She felt the box being lifted, then swing from side to side. She was bumped around and what felt like the box being thrown down. For an eternity there was nothing but the undercurrent of panic going through her mind.

The teat cups pulled harder, trying to draw more milk. Marcy had none left, leaving the machine with nothing but skin to suck on. If the tubes weren’t removed soon, it would be taking blood.

The box bumped again and swung from side to side. After a few minutes the box was settle down gently. She heard the opening click of the hatch above her and her plank being pulled out. 

Her half mask was removed. She took a deep breath through her mouth, relieved that she would soon be completely free of her casing. 

She must have been of some amusement as she heard laughter. Just one voice- a man’s.

“Well,” he said. “They really wanted to make sure you’d get here in one piece, huh?”