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By now Arnold had seen the advertisements, bought the products, even the merch. Everyone he knew had, he assumed everyone in the world was well aware of it. The bottle, plastic, shapely in a way that was almost blatantly sexual, evocative of a fertile hourglass of a female body, the way the cap seemed to jingle comfortingly when you twisted it off. Even the logo on the bottle, that of a large breasted woman with gushing breasts above the flowery cursive of 'Mother's Milk' was so enticing.

Gender, sexuality, religion, none of it seemed to matter to anyone, because what it promoted was too delicious to live without. Everyone could enjoy it, even the lactose intolerant for reasons no one had quite nailed down. Indeed, the product was a rather large mystery. They claimed it was milk, produced by only the best cows who were kept in the the lap of luxury, and yet was so accessible, from the rich to the poor. Many sought out answers, even more claiming to have them, but none bore fruit.

This was why a job working for Mother's Milk was so prized, wanting to get in on the mystery, to get answers no one else had for the product everyone loved. He expected it to be a challenge when he applied, but the interview seemed more clinical than anything else. Physicals, blood tests, then, once those were satisfied, NDAs and other papers. Not only was he hired immediately, he was working that very day. Granted, it was a very low position, but it was such a coveted company to work for.

And yet, he was still so underwhelmed when he actually began working. It was all so menial, basic quality assurance, checking labels, ensuring any accidents on the production line were swiftly handled by specialists, packaging, loading. It really shouldn't have surprised him, but it did, so greatly. It was like getting hired to work at Willy Wonka's chocolate factory only to find out the colorful exterior and eccentric owner was really just a big PR stunt.

Arnold persisted in working there, however. At the very least the pay was decent, it offered good benefits, a free gallon of Mother's Milk each day, and a lush, free cafeteria. It was a boring job, but a good one, with very lax working conditions. He could continue to happily work there, take home a decent paycheck, and still be able to gloat that he worked there, the mystique of the job and the NDA it required giving him some enjoyable clout.

So why did Arnold feel like something was wrong about the whole situation? Every time he went to work he felt a tingle rolling down his neck, like fight or flight was kicking in. He had no reason to listen to it, everything about the job seemed so normal and plain. What reason could he possibly have? The milk had been tested, the factories all inspected and cleared. Literally everything about the company was on the up and up despite all of the mystery behind the product. It was silly to expect something was wrong, that there was some grand conspiracy pulling the strings.

No matter how much he worked, he could never shake the feeling. He was just curious, he wasn't an investigative reporter. This wasn't some big story to him, it was just a job. That's all it was, just a job. He tried telling himself this every day, but it didn't work, didn't stave off the nagging feeling something was very wrong.

Arnold began telling himself he was going to start poking around, asking questions, sneaking into rooms he didn't belong, but he never seemed to follow through. He'd get to work, full of passion and determination, only to have it fade once he was clocked in and grabbed breakfast from the cafeteria. Any time the idea cropped up something at worked distracted it from it, docility easing his mind. After all, why would he want to risk such a good job?

Days, turned to weeks, weeks to months. He'd started to pick up extra shifts, sacrificing his weekends and longer days during the evenings. He told himself it was to follow through on his suspicions, but something always kept him from it. His passion eroded, becoming complacency. He didn't even notice he had begun gaining weight, plush cushioning starting to form on his rear and chest, belly growing only slightly chubby. He began to look forward to the daily meals they offered at the cafeteria. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, even mid-meal snacks, all of it so delicious, and only becoming more so every day.

The nagging feeling would fade in time, Arnold simply forgetting it, instead focusing on the benefits they offered. He even moved, taking up the offering of lodging at the factory, where he could enjoy days off and the benefits the factory would otherwise provide while working there. He noticed many of the long time employees did the same, though when returning to his apartment he did happen to notice there was always a new face. He hardly ever seemed to see the same person from day to day, and soon realized the same could be said about who he worked with.

It might have struck him as odd another time, but he was doing so well at his job, enjoying it more each day. He'd even begun to hear from his supervisors that he might be up for a promotion very soon. And why not? He worked tirelessly so many times during the week, eager to take overtime, happy to fill in any vacancies. He was a model worker, he deserved to be promoted. So when the day came that his supervisor asked to see him after clocking out, Arnold was certain he knew what was happening.

He was left to wait less than a minute from arriving at his supervisor's office, ushered in before he even got a moment to settle in his chair. He walked in, greeted by the friendly, yet somehow generic, face of 'Derek', or at least, that's what his badge read. He was certain he'd never met Derek before, but he did have one of those faces that just seemed so familiar, and when he rose up and offered a hand to Arnold he did so with a familiarity one might extend to a close friend.

"So! Arnold, do you know why I've called you in here this evening?" Derek asked with a cheerful, but less bright smile than he had when Arnold came in.

Arnold tried to resist a smirk, but that cheerful face was oddly contagious, curling up the corners of his lips as he nodded his head. "I have a general idea, yeah," he responded.

Derek seemed to chuckle as he settled back down into his chair, folding his hands over one another on the desk. "I imagine you have. After all, we have noticed how hard you've been working. You've really shown, and we saw it from your very first day." He leaned in, lowering his head slightly as he continued to keep his eyes locked on Arnold's. "You know you've been here a year? To this very day."

Arnold opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, looking away as his brow furrowed. He was genuinely surprised to hear it. He knew he'd been here a little while, but it hardly felt like a year. Maybe six months, but certainly not a year. His gaze returned to Derek and he offered a shrug. "I honestly hadn't realized it," he admitted, head shaking.

Another chuckle from the supervisor, the sound so measured and familiar it seemed almost like a recording. "Yep, and with all your hard work and dedication, we're not only giving you a promotion, but we're moving you from the production line floor. You've shown you're ready for the big time, that we can trust you enough to put you where all the action is." His hands unclasped and he leaned back into his seat, resting his arms on the arm rest. "You get to go work with our prized cattle."

Arnold's eyes widened, his smile spreading wide. "Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course! But there is one hitch, I need to get you into orientation tonight," Derek replied.

Arnold couldn't help himself but to jump up from his chair, feeling a soft ache in his chest as he did so. "Sure thing! I got nowhere to be tonight. I was just going to grab a snack at the cafeteria and relax in my room anyway. Whatever you need me to do, I'm there."

Derek lifted a hand from the armrest and pointed a finger at Arnold. "And that's why you're getting promoted." Derek stood up and walked around the desk, resting a hand on Arnold's shoulder and leading him to another room. "It's not going to be too much. I just need you to watch a video and if you want, we got snacks in the room you're welcome to have as many of as you want. It shouldn't take too long and you can be on your way."

Arnold beamed, smiling brightly as he was led towards a seat. He sat down in it, sighing at the soft cushioning it provided. He looked back at it, checking the armrests, even the sides. "Wow, this is quite a chair just to watch an orientation video in." Derek chuckled, fingers working on a tablet to get the video running as Arnold toyed with the chair. He found a remote hidden in the armrest and turned it on, a gentle buzzing starting that rubbed at his back and legs. He sighed and eased further into the chair, letting the foam support every inch of his body.

"Feel free to relax, it's honestly a very boring video and you probably won't need to remember much of it," Derek said, a large screen taking up the entire wall opposite Arnold turning on, but nothing running just yet. "Okay, before I leave, can I get you anything? Cookies? Chips? A cupcake?"

Arnold licked his lips and turned his head. "Actually, cookies sound great if you got some milk too. Or just the milk would be great."

Derek nodded, a sly grin on his face as he walked away, returning with a plate full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and a tall glass of child milk. "Alright, enjoy yourself, I'll be back once it's done," he said, placing both plate and glass on a table that folded out from the seat before walking to the exit. He hit two switches next to the door, one that turned off the light, another that started the video. He swiftly passed through the door and closed it, a number on the screen counting down that ended right as soon as the door was locked.

Yet once the countdown ended, the screen went dark, little else but a gentle hum coming out of the surround sound speakers installed in the room. Arnold raised an eyebrow, but ignored it for a moment, eating a bite of the warm cookie and washing it down with a swig of milk. The hum slowly began to grow louder as dark shapes began to shift and swirl on the screen, neither too disruptive to be a bother, but enough that they kept part of Arnold's attention, though a large portion of it was focused on his 'snack'. So engrossed with his plate of food and glass of milk, he didn't notice the transformation that had begun rapidly changing his body.

It was a culmination of a number of things, starting with years of consumption of Mother's Milk products and advertisements. There were no physical effects, and they didn't affect every consumer, but those precious few whose minds and genes were suitable for processing would become addicted enough to keep them buying. It wasn't out of greed, but necessity to collect more livestock for the growing demand. When their minds were saturated enough with the right subliminal messages and chemicals, they would venture out, seeking employment in a way the company could make use of.

None of them knew that once they sat down in the interview chair their fates were sealed. They might get adventurous, and poke around, but they were all cattle at that point. The longer they spent in the factories and apartments, the better the yield, more subliminal messages constantly being pumped through speakers too high frequency to hear, but still effecting their minds all the while the food and water they consumed every day was changing their bodies, just like it was doing to Arnold at that moment.

His mind grew dimmer by the moment, numb to anything but the stimulation the sounds and shapes were causing to his mind as the seat kneaded and rubbed at his body. By the time his plate and glass were both empty, he was completely drawn into the trance, not feeling the cuffs securing around his wrists and ankles, pricking his skin to inject more body and mind altering chemicals into his body. The massage of the chair stimulated the flow of the injections and helped mold his body into an ideal form.

All the fat he'd gained from working here for a year began redistributing, filling out his hips, thighs, and, most importantly, chest. Hormones seeped into his joints, bones and glands, reshaping his once masculine figure to a more appropriate frame. Tickling roamed over his skin, dark splotches spreading out over his body along with the soft layering of fur pressing up through his pores. Another binding wrapped around his neck and waist as his back arched, injecting him more as bones creaked and groaned as they melted into new shapes.

His feet grew smaller while his nails and toes molded together, heel raising up to change the shape of his lower legs. Pressure built in his skull, small, blunt protrusions rising from his head as the shape of his jaw and nose stretched out from his face. An ache grew from the base of his spine, pressing out against his clothes until they tore and a tail curled around the side of his widening hips. His breasts grew larger by the moment, areolae widening as nipples grew hard and erect, popping out like fingers as a bulge swelled at his abdomen and a fleshy set of udders started to grow. Underneath the swiftly filling milk sack, his cock and balls retreated into his body completely, reforming and re-purposing themselves into that of a fertile womb and cunt. Tight and wet, it was the perfect final addition to the milk cow's body that was left in the seat, ready to be filled and bred with countless calves.

Her muzzle hung open, prodigious chest heaving with each breath, the tattered remains of Arnold's clothing hanging off of the cow's body with the video and audio coming to an end. Her shape was not entirely animal, but somewhere between. Hooves in place of feet at the end of ungulate legs, swollen teats on both breasts and udders, a broad tongue hanging from bovine muzzle, yet the intelligence of humanity behind the glassy eyes as feminine fingers gripped at the armrests.

The heifer's mind had become a blank canvas, washed clean of any identity or past she'd had when coming into the room. As far as she was concerned, she was always cattle, but still she was upset. She squirmed in the seat, tugging against the bindings as she plaintively lowed for attention. Her breasts and udders ached, feeling as though they were becoming heavier and fuller by the second, swelling larger with milk. She needed to be milked, or even better, to feed someone, something.

The lights turned on and the screen shut off as the door knob turned, but the heifer was so lost in her need to relieve herself of her milk that she didn't notice either, or the man walking into the room. The door closed behind him and he walked up to the heifer as she mooed and tugged at the restraints holding her in the chair. They held fast, but she soon calmed when the man started to stroke her head. Her ears flickered and she whimpered, relaxing slightly in her seat, but still wiggled about.

"P-please... m-moo... milk cow. Ah, cow so full... n-need to guh... moo, get rid of milk," the heifer begged, squirming to make her heavy breasts sway back and forth.

The man smiled, rubbing between the small horns on her head. "We'll get you milked soon enough, but I need you to be a good heifer until then, okay? Now I'm going to let you stand up from the chair, but you're not to do anything except be a good, obedient heifer until we get you to your milking stall, got it?" he said in a placid voice.

She frowned, letting out a timid moo as she nodded. He released the bindings holding her from the chair, though each one remained secured to her, like cuffs and belts all over her body. Magnetism drew the cuffs on her wrists together, making the heifer squeeze her arms against her breasts. She mooed, hips wiggling as her biceps squeezed her massive orbs against one another. The pressure made her feel like her teats were going to explode, but they wouldn't let down their milk.

The man attached a chain leash to her collar, gently tugging it and nodding his head away from her. "Come on girl, sooner we get to your new stall, sooner you get drained. You want that, don't you girl?"

She mooed and nodded, hooves clapping on the floor as she walked up towards him, following behind. Walking only seemed to make the discomfort work, every drop in her taut breasts and udders sloshing about with each step, begging for release. Yet as they walked to her stall she passed dozens of other cows just like her, only attached to milking pumps. They all looked so content as the pumps whirled away, quietly draining them of their cream, though she did soon notice that many, if not most of them, were pregnant.

She shook her head, body jerking forward as her pace slowed for a moment and the leash tugged on her. "S-stop pulling. Ah, my head," he muttered dimly. Arnold looked down at his body, grunting as he tried to pry apart his wrists. "W-what's happening? What's wrong with my voice? I-I... what am I?" He looked up at the man pulling him along, swiftly recognizing him. "Derek? Answer me, please."

Derek didn't respond, the man now smaller than Arnold was, possibly weaker, but Arnold couldn't resist the tug, and resisting only made her, no, him, feel weaker. Each step and jerk made his breasts bounce, sometimes worse than others, but each jostling slosh of milk made his mind feel like the power was being flickered on and off. He was barely holding onto who he was, but he knew he had to, or else he'd become no different than the other cattle in the stalls.

"P-please, stop, I don't want to... ah, be like them. I've been a good wor... hmm, moooo-no! I'm a good worker. I promise I won't tell anyone, just don't-" He was dragged into a stall by a force much stronger than Derek was exerting on him.

Every corner of the stall was padded, the doors behind him, the walls around him, even the table in the middle of the space. It vaguely reminded him of a massage table, only there were large notables gaps on it and instead of requiring him to lay down, there seemed to be steps. He wasn't quite sure what was expected of him, but soon he got his answer as his cuffs disengaged from one another. It was a short reprieve though, soon his wrists, and the other bindings on his body, jerking him towards the odd table.

His arms were brought towards the head off the table, waist and neck onto the long padding, the gaps and holes offering plenty of room for his udders, breasts and muzzle. His legs, meanwhile, were brought onto the steps, bringing him into something of a kneeling position, legs spread apart, leaving his new set of genitals wide open. Arnold struggled against the restraints, trying to pull himself free, but they were far too strong to even budge or turn. Then he heard a series of loud clicks, metal clasps locking each of the bindings firmly into place.

"Hard lock... green," Derek said behind him, walking up alongside Arnold and unclasping the leash from his collar.

He tried to lift his head, but it was of little use. Even as he tried to cling to his sense of self as it dimly flickered in his mind, the odds were stacked against him. He was completely helpless, but he didn't stop trying. He felt something press into his ear canals, eyes blinded by the foam head of the table. "Please, don't do this. I've done nothing wrong, I'm human just like you, I... I have rights. You've gotta stop-" he protested, words cut off as he felt a heated plastic cup attach to one of his breasts.

The flame of his mind grew smaller as he felt each cup get attached to his teats, suction holding them in place at first, then soon beginning to drain of him of milk. He tried holding on, tried protecting the shrinking light as pleasure blew like a powerful gust against it. It was was a pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt, tension in his body weakening as words began being pumped into the earbuds that had been pushed into his ears. He held out as long as he could, but there was no resisting, the man he was being snuffed out, once again replaced with the docile, obedient milking cow.

She sighed a heavy, relieved moo, tail swaying contently from side to side as milk was drained from her overfull assets. She smiled and let out another low, feeling a hand stroking her head,. Fingers gently rubbed up and down the length of one of her tear-shaped ears, making it twitch for a moment before settling.

"That's a good girl. Now hold still for me, okay?" the man said, the coldness of metal coming to grip to her ear.

A sudden sting made her jerk and whimper as a metal gun pierced her ear. The pain subsided quickly though, dulling as if she were given a painkiller then vanishing completely. His fingers let go of her ear, the gentle weight of a plastic tag hanging from it, yet she still moved in the bindings, a faint ember rising in her mind. She felt betrayed by this man, who spoke in such a calm tone and had such a kind touch, but who hurt her. No, there was more to it than that, she knew him, his name. It started with a D, he'd already betrayed her once, it was right on the tip of her tongue.

His hand stroked down her back, sliding towards her tail as resistance flared up again. He clasped something around the tip of her tail, drawing it to one side, a new magnet holding it in place, lifted and held away from her nethers. Her ears suddenly pinned back, cleft spreading open as his fingers probed into her, the single smoldering cinder of recognition and identity going dark once again. His fingers slid up and down her sex, honey glistening on her lips, hand turning to press four of his fingers in her surprisingly roomy sex, thumb rubbing in gentle circles on her clit.

Her back arched, pressing down into the foam padding, her cunt every bit as sensitive as her breasts and udders, if not more so. And despite being new, her pussy was so welcoming tsing his hand deeper into hero the man's touch, her walls opening easily to his teasing touch. His hand turned, thumb moving from her clit, fingers coming together, pres sex, mooing wantonly as she felt her silken folds spread open so eagerly for his entire hand, and soon his forearm.

The heifer relaxed into the cushions, walls quivering as the man's arm probed deeper and pulled back, sublime pleasure taking over her every thought. The quiet subliminal messages kept whispering into her ears, washing her brain with nothing but happy, docile thoughts of being a good milking cow. It only made sense with all the milk she was doing, the stall she was in, the tag hanging from her ear. This was her true purpose, or at least, a very important part of it. The man's arm pumping in and out of her was a reminder that good cows need to make plenty of calves, and she yearned for so much more than just an arm filling her. She needed more if she was to be a truly good cow.

She felt the arm pull back, sliding from her walls until it was pulled free completely. She clenched at the emptiness and let out a needful moo, the suction of the cups on her breasts increasing and beginning to vibrate, dousing all thought in her mind again. The pumps had drained so much from her already, but it still felt like there was still more behind it. She couldn't say when she would be empty, but she hoped never, it felt too good and she wanted to give so much more.

A heifer could only do so much though, she'd need to be a proper cow to properly produce, the ache in her loins reminding her of such. Any bull could smell it, how fertile she was as pheromones wafted in the air around her. She was in such a perfect position too, ass pushed out, tail held away from her swollen, wet folds, and had more than enough room for even the biggest of bulls from what the man's arm demonstrated. But even splayed out as she was, clearly ready to be bred, what she felt next wasn't trying to enter into her folds.

A warm wetness smeared itself up against the rim of her puffy tailhole, coating the opening and slowly probing in to her ass. She let out a confused low at the sensation, knowing full well the virginal hole wasn't to be used for breeding, but as the lubrication coated the opening and the slender intruder pushed in, she relaxed. A pleasant tingle radiated through her colon, a tepid, almost comforting warmth spreading with every inch the lubrication coated.

Fingers pushed in and pulled back, more lubrication being added to the opening and spread further with more fingers pressing into the heifer's asshole. The more the man kneaded into her rear, the more pliable it became, allowing more fingers to sink into her ass, soon feeding the entirety of his hand into her ass. Her plush, soft body shuddered, even as the hand pulled free and was soon replaced with a pipe. Slowly it was fed into her ass, much thicker than the fist of the man, lubricant leaking from the tip as it wound deeper into her ass.

The length wasn't organic, but it almost seemed to sweat, spreading the numbing, tingling fluids through her large intestines. It soon stopped sinking into her any further, but the fluids didn't. If anything, they seemed to hasten, belly starting to feel heavy and full with the liquid flowing towards her stomach. The tube shifted, pulling back slightly as the length near her opening spread out, locking itself in her body firmly, ensuring it wasn't going to slide out on its own, or allow her to push it out. Not that she would, it felt too good, and every muscle fiber the lubricant seemed to soak into had become weak and numb.

"You are a good heifer, aren't you?" the man said, patting her rear once the tube had locked itself in her. He brought something up against her labia, teasing up and down over her wet, engorged lips. For a moment she wondered if it was his fingers or hand again, or maybe even another tube, but there was something more to this as she felt the blunt tip press up against her petals. She let out a sustained moo as the silicone length pushed into her, delving towards her cervix. The man chuckled, giving her rear another playful swat. "Yeah, you'll be an even better cow though, won't you?"

Her head lazily nodded, trying to push back as best she could despite the restraints. However, much to her surprise and delight, it drove forward, hilting deep and kissing at her cervix. Her body clenched and she moaned, squeezing around the girth spreading her open. Yet before she could grow accustomed to the length stretching open, it pulled back, nearly sliding free from her petals. She squeezed hard around it, fearful it would pull free entirely from her as the flared tip drew closer and closer to her opening. There was no fear of that however, the sudden thrust from the fake cock pounding powerful and fast with automated precision towards her cervix.

Her body jiggled and trembled, feeling her walls swiftly stretched open and filled by the dildo, pulling back again only to drive forward a second later. Every other second the heifer felt the dildo pull out and drive back in, pumping in and out with such power and alacrity that she barely had a moment to take a breath before her body was shook again. Drool leaked from her muzzle as her jaw hung slack, eyes rolled up into her head, the sensitive opening to her womb twitching and widening from each rough impact striking it.

While her fake bull may have treated her so roughly, her body delighted in each thrust and she tried to return the pleasure to her false mate by milking both lengths in her ass and cunt. It made no difference to her though, the tube in her ass and the dildo in her cunt may as well have been two studs plunging her depths, and the leak of fluids she felt pooling in her stomach and womb were the pre-cum she was rewarded with. Her body grew hotter and tighter with each ounce dripping into her, a growing ache tickling in her uterus, swelling into an angry throb. She had no words for what it was, but she knew what she needed to end it.

Her moos began to grow pained, tugging harder at the bindings, pushing back harder against the dildo as it pounded her cunt. The ache in her breasts no longer mattered, she needed the freedom to please her bull so he could breed her. A tone hummed in her ears, will draining from her body until she was completely still. She felt a hand petting at her head, her throat weakly exhaling a moo in response, but her body not responding.

"I know, it hurts, but you'll be bred soon," the man said in a soothing voice, just barely over the hum. She smelled something just beyond her muzzle, growing closer. An earthy musk stung her nostrils, making her mouth feeling empty and dry. She licked out at it, soon feeling a latex tip against her tongue, pressing closer to her lips. "Just enjoy it as much as you can, it makes it easier on you. And here, another bull to feed you."

The length pressed in, feeding deeper into her mouth until she felt it press into the back of her throat. She knew it was blocking her air passage, but she relaxed her jaw and esophagus, letting it fill her gullet fully until it too was locked into place. She tried breathing in futilely at first, but before any fear or panic set in, a smaller set of tubes pressed against her nostrils, painlessly sliding down her nasal passages. Her lungs filled with air, another liquid pouring into her stomach from the other end. Her stomach started to feel full, but her mind felt so at ease, almost as if she were drugged. The pain of the growing heat in her womb was still there, but she knew it would be quieted soon, comforted by all the male seed being drip fed into her.

All sound beyond the earbuds grew more distant until it was muted entirely, only the subliminal tone buzzing in her ears; brainwashing any hope that her vacant, milk cow mind might revert to it's former state for even a moment if it were turned off. She felt like she was floating in the air, being milked and pounded from all sides, fed cum from both ends for her and the calves that would soon grow inside of her. Her womb throbbed hotter by the moment, painful, and yet making her all the more sensitive. Each thrust filling her walls making her cum wildly, squeezing and bucking against her stud.

Then, as swiftly as it was pounding her, the cock plunged in one last time. The head cupped the opening of her cervix, a bulb swelling at her opening, stretching her open wider while locking itself inside. The torrent of thick, virile heat that poured into the heifer made pleasure fire off through her body like an electrical current. Her back arched, muscles tugging with all available strength as her entire body shuddered with orgasmic release. The heat in her womb slowly abated, body twitching and jerking until finally her consciousness flickered out and she sagged into the padding.

The flow of cum wouldn't stop while the heifer was unconscious though, ensuring she was well seeded. The cocktail of fluids flowing into her stomach kept hormones rushing through her body, triggering the release of fertile eggs to be seeded as her attendant monitored her condition. The head of the fake cock formed a lid for her womb, cupping it and ensuring little, if any semen escaped, while the knot-like bulb provided a back up. The process would be repeated twice daily until insemination was confirmed, after which point they simply continued pleasing the new cow to keep stimulation up.

The cow's days were little more than a constant flow of pleasure, be it from the pounding of the dildo pistoning in and out of her pregnant cunt, or the near constant whirl of the pumps draining her of her valuable milk. As weeks passed by her breasts and udder grew larger and heavier, far faster than the swell of her stomach. The modular portions of her stall changed as needed, padding being removed and replaced to better support her assets, walls widening on guided tracks, all very standard for new cows as their production increased, or so she understood.

Her breasts and udders grew just about every day of her first pregnancy, the pump's pace increasing to keep up with the increased production. Before long she was far too large to stand even if she wanted to, and she had no reason to want to be freed from her stall in any case. Swollen full with calves, massive breasts and udders constantly being milked. Her mind was thoroughly reprogrammed, body still being pumped full of chemicals to keep her sensitive, fertile and producing milk. She had all she needed in the stall, all she'd ever want, all brought right to her.

She had no idea how much time had passed, she didn't really have any concept of time past sleep time, and the rest of the day, which consisted of them draining her of milk and constantly pounding her cunt with the faux phallus during all her waking hours and filling her belly with seed from various animals from both ends. But as those days blended together, she did notice the swelling in her stomach start to stir as it grew to massive proportions. Her calf was in fact several, three specifically, as she learned during one of the visits from her caretakers in taking a ultrasound of her belly.

Nine months passed in a flash, the cow slowly came to realize her new name was Annie. She would forget this frequently, memories were so hard to hold onto, but they always reminded her when they came to check on her. They seemed to take a lot of interest in her, even giving her a new, larger stall, much bigger cups, and more powerful pumps for her growing nipples and increased production. Her breasts, udders and stomach seemed to grow everyday, while the rest of her body stayed much the same, until the day came.

In truth, Annie hadn't realized she had gone into labor, do doped up on hormones and chemicals that even the pains of contractions felt like pleasure to her. She felt something, but she couldn't figure out what until she felt the slide of the fake cock plugging her folds and the tubes feeding into her stomach pulled free, the pumps turning off. She immediately began to squirm and moo, months of having every open hole on her body constantly filled left her feeling so uncomfortably empty, her breasts udders swiftly beginning to feel painfully full and sore.

She felt a hand stroke over her head and down her back. "I know, just be patient girl. Once we get these calves out of you we'll get you nice and comfortable again," a man's oddly familiar voice said in a soothing tone as he removed the earbuds from Annie's ears. The words calmed her slightly, but her breathing was still heavy, so used to the pure oxygen they'd been giving her over the past several months.

Annie was so used to the pleasured, simply life she'd lived during the pregnancy, but now all of it had been stripped away. It was all so jarring, her simple mind struggling to process all the sensations that she had been deprived of. It was like she was a hot glass thrown into a tub of ice water. Startling enough to start with, the odd tugs in her belly that made her moans and body shudder were so strange to her, and yet she knew what she had to do, a calm thought in her mind to push.

Though she was likely not to be able to stand, she did feel strong in one way, muscles having grown used to clenching and squeezing as she tried pleasing her fake bull. Her lips pursed and hands gripped on to the stand that had become her permanent bed, mooing deeply and loudly as she followed her instincts. The hand continued to stroke over her head as she felt something shifting inside of her, training and testing her muscles. It was slow, but every moment was a delight, her folds drenched and constantly gushing as she felt the calf widen her passage.

Her back arched, pressing down into the foam, groaning as she felt the calf slowly stretch open her passage. There was a twinge of pain the more she pushed out the calf, muscles growing weaker and stressed, but it still all felt so good, thick teats letting down fresh milk as the head of the calf pushed free. It was soon followed by a sudden give, the weight freeing itself from her wide folds with the calf sliding free from her. She was left panting and tired, chest heaving. The hose returned to her nostrils, giving her a second wind as the hand patted over her head again.

"You're doing so good. That was just the first one, and it's the hardest. You can do it sweetie," the man said again.

Annie pushed again, muscles weaker, but her body was much more used to the size, the strain much less on her tired body. Her lows faded into groans, deep and loud as she forced out the second calf, fur growing damp and shiny with the glisten of sweat. She gasped, belly lighter as the second slid out. "Fuck me," she groaned, the first words that had come from her mouth since being secured in the cell.

There was an odd silence, the hand on her head stopping. "What did you say?" he asked, but Annie just started again without answering, crying as she started on the third, and gratefully, final calf.

Each push made her feel less capable of pushing out the final calf than the last, but with it she also felt a clarity coming to her. A flood of memories rushing back, her past life filling her mind as she screamed, body trembling in tense, blissful delight. As the last calf slid from her, she remembered everything, her name, how she got here, became like this, the last nine months as a pregnant milking cow, and how good it all felt.

Annie heard talking, rustling and the sound of three healthy cows. As startling as it was to think she'd just given birth to three cows, she felt overcome with relief. She felt some of her bindings go slack, arms falling from their position and collar easing. The pads shifted, her head being brought to rise up, eyes able to see clearly for the first time in many months.

She squinted to keep her eyes from being damaged by even the dim light around her. She saw her calves, all on four legs, walking around, being led to her udders, only to be stopped. She felt a twinge, tears flowing from her eyes as instinct begged her to feed her young. A man stood in her path, blocking her view of the calves. She recognized his face, Derek. "I heard you say something, have you broken through your conditioning again?" he asked sternly.

Annie kept a stone face then nodded. "Yes, I did."

Derek looked at her for several long moments then scoffed derisively. "You do realize nothing's going change, don't you? You'll never be able to escape in your shape, you can't change back. This is your life, even if you resist it."

Annie thought for a moment, looking down at herself then at the calves. She did know this, everything she remembered and experienced told her so. What she'd been through was a mystery to everyone outside of this factory, which meant no one got out, in this state or otherwise. It was a one way path, and even with her memories back, she didn't feel fully restored. She still felt like, and thought of herself as their prized cow. She looked back up at Derek and nodded. "I know, I don't want to."

He raised an eyebrow and recoiled slightly, a coy grin spreading on his face. "So, you're just going to be a good cow for us from now on, are you?"

She nodded. "Yes, I just have a few requests. Please don't brainwash me again. If I have to live like this, at least let me enjoy it. Like you said, I can't go anywhere, so what's it matter? And... please, let me feed my calves."

Derek looked back then back at Annie and shrugged. "Okay, I don't see the harm it in for the time being. We were going to let you feed your calves anyway, and I'll just let you go without the earbuds for the time being. The higher ups might have something to say about that later, but for now." He took a few steps to the side, waving at some man behind him who coaxed the calves forward. "Besides, your mind'll probably end up cracking long before something changes."

The calves eagerly walked up to her and each one took a teat into their mouths. Annie shivered and sagged against the cushions. She hardly cared any longer, feeling the magnets secure her back into place as the calves nursed hungrily from her udders. Her eyes rolled up and could hear Derek chuckling as the calves drank, letting out a feral low as they reattached the milking cups to her breasts. Her nose caught scent of something very familiar, it made her stomach growl and mouth water.

"Getting hungry are we? You know what we've been feeding you this entire time? Cum, mixed from several dozen different, feral animals, the same source we pump into your hungry cunt, with a little extra of the chemicals that made you into this hungry cow." He brought the hose towards her muzzle, letting her see the sizeable dildo that held a thick bead of semen at the tip. "You still hungry for it?"

He was clearly trying to embarrass and humiliate her, but while some part of Annie's mind revolted against her desire to taste it again, she hungered so for it. Her eyes lifted up from the dildo, looking directly into his with her eyes half-lidded. She gave him a brief nod. "Please," she softly muttered and opened her muzzle, tongue sliding out of her maw.

Derek raised an eyebrow then smiled with an odd warmth. He extended a hand out to her head, gently resting it on her head. His fingers combed through her fur then his fingers came to the back of her skull as he brought the dildo close. "Good girl," he said, drawing the tip to her tongue.

A shiver rolled through her body at his praise, eyes closing as a quiet moan fled from her lips. A droplet of the cum oozed onto her tongue, jaw stretching open as she was silenced by the girth. It pushed deeper into her mouth, pressing her tongue down and begging entrance to the back of her throat. She briefly gagged on it before it pressed deeper, comfortably returning home to its place filling her throat.

He removed his hand from her head after giving one of her ears a rub. "You may not realize this, but you really are a special cow. You've not only shattered milk production records, surprising given converted cows are typically poor producers."

She arched her back, feeling her ass and cunt, despite having just given birth, being filled once again as they had been before. They felt larger, than before, stretching her open and making her clench around the the pair. Her ears flickered, flush with blood and she relaxed heavily into the cushions.

"But you're also the first and only cow we've ever had that has given birth to healthy young. We're not sure why, but it's your first litter, of many we're sure. We'll figure it out." He looked up at someone standing behind her, then nodded and gave her another pet on her head. "For now we'll let you enjoy feeding your calves and give you plenty of time to rest, you've earned it. And when the doctors give you the clear, we'll fill you with another litter."

His hand gave her a pat on the head before he turned and walked out. Annie found her heart racing, her free tail lazily swaying from side to side as her calves drank. She was a cow, a prized cow, and she would be a proud mother of many calves she hoped. What more could a cow ask for? She couldn't think of a thing.