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Slick was, honestly, a little surprised when he found a golden ticket inside his milk carton. It was just like in that movie, except in that one it'd at least been a chocolate factory. Milk didn't sound terribly exciting, but the ticket did seem to offer five-star lodgings for his two-night stay at the place, and the bunny _did_have a few days off, so... why not? Cows were cute, at least, and there had to be something more to it. Especially when, upon checking the usual social media sites, he found it to exclusively have perfect reviews, most of them not from drinkers but visitors.

They all seemed to be cows, but maybe that only made sense. It was sort of like a cultural thing, wasn't it? Naturally, a very milky species like a cow might be more interested in how it all happened with their distant, four-legged ancestors. Nonetheless, Slick felt like he was about to go where no bunny had gone before when he registered the ticket and promptly got an invitation. Children were not allowed, check. Factory not responsible for damages... it made sense, though he couldn't imagine how someone could get hurt.

Maybe they served fermented milk or something. Like that thing that'd been popular in the far east at some point. Airag, he seemed to recall. Ah well, it wasn't important. Slick found himself rather looking forward to a little vacation. Even if the subject matter didn't seem too exciting, the prospect of a 5-star hotel stay with three meals - each consisting of several courses - seemed heavenly, if only as a break from the everyday grind.

He showed up at the factory bright and early the next day, which was easy enough to do when it was in the same city he lived in. There he was met by a rather voluptuous cow who introduced herself as the CEO. Her name was Michelle, but Slick found it hard to focus on remembering that rather than staring at the way her enormous breasts jiggled with each step beneath a silken dress so thin it was barely a step above full nudity.

"...so yes, welcome to the Milk Barn," she mooed happily, voice full of enthusiasm. Gods, even the sway of her hips as she walked was eye-catching. "Oh, I would like to ask you to not be alarmed by any... sexual displays, yes? We have a very particular work atmosphere we try to maintain for our cows, in order to keep everyone as happy as possible."

"Um, what does that mean, exactly?" Slick asked. Not that he was a stranger to any of it, it just registered as a little odd for them to be doing that.

"Well, as any good cow knows, she'll be more productive if happily pregnant," Michelle smiled warmly. "That and it just generally tends to keep them in a good mood! I have a bun in the oven myself," she continued, rubbing her belly. Sure enough, it did seem a little rounder than Slick might've noticed at first, only obvious when she pushed it out. "Though I've not begun producing yet."

She kept talking about it as if the cows were sapient, and the implications of that didn't really register before Slick followed her through the rather ornate entrance and was immediately greeted by the sight of a long row of _anthropomorphic_cows strapped to milkers. That, of course, instantly had his cock shoot up to full hardness despite of himself. How could it not, the sight of maybe two dozen bare sets of breasts all being massaged in steady rhythm, pleasured - and even orgasmic - moans filling the air? Almost all of them were pregnant too, their swollen bellies providing for even more sensual curves than their oversized breasts and udders did. Around each teat, both top and bottom, was a cup, through which warm white milk was sucked away with each mechanical whirr.

That added a whole new level of interest to everything. Knowing that he'd been drinking their milk suddenly made the bunny feel rather self-conscious, and yet also very aroused.

Before he had any opportunity to ask, he saw, briefly, from the corner of his eye, a glint of something orange. There - a rather dazed-looking and blissfully smiling fox was led into the back rooms.

Michelle noticed him looking. "Oh, that was just another guest who found a ticket," she beamed. "A silver one though! That's why I'm guiding you and not him. You'll even get a special behind-the-scenes look at how we operate later!"

Slick nodded. He didn't have much time to think about that when a particularly loud, dripping-with-pleasure moo echoed through the facility.

"Oh, that'd be one of our bulls doing the rounds. Like I said, a pregnant cow is a happy cow! Would you like to have a closer look?" Michelle asked, and Slick nodded before she'd even finished talking. He definitely wanted to see that!

"Great. I think it's Daisy who needs to breed again. Let's see... her stall is... just at the end. Follow me," the exuberant CEO giggled, leading Slick towards the far end of the factory.

Slick was achingly aware that his trousers were rather freely tenting at the crotch, but he really couldn't do anything but stare at Michelle's shapely rump as she walked. It was round and soft-looking, almost hypnotic, and her tight dress left little to the imagination. The whole situation felt like a slowly-unwinding erotic dream, the sweet smell of milk lingering in the air, the factory's happy cows softly moaning and mooing in unison, the rhythm of the machines rumbling and whirring - and of course, his curvy host carrying her femininity with such shameless confidence.

Even from far away he could see a big, muscular male bull snorting and huffing as he bucked into who he had to assume was "Daisy" - a black-splotched cow, with breasts so big he had to wonder if she ever even got up at all. It was obscene; the wet slapping of his hips against the cow's, as his almost equine-looking shaft slid into her receptive body lewdly and freely. The heady mixture of the carnal - the two were mating like animals - and the industrial ease and habit of it all, where the bull knew exactly what his job was and how to do it.

"Looks like she's enjoying it, doesn't it? That's what we pride ourselves on here; all of our colleagues having a good time and self-actualizing!" Michelle cooed. "You go, Daisy! Milk that bull dry and have some calves so you can produce more milk!"

The CEO's hands came to rest on Slick's shoulders as they watched, in an oddly intimate gesture. The bunny had been so absorbed by the incredible sight of the cow being bred that he'd not even noticed Michelle stepping behind him - and suddenly he realized he could feel those pillowy breasts pressing against his back. He squirmed a little but tried to keep his attention on the show. It _was_getting to him, his cock throbbing in his pants, but the bull didn't try to make it last. With a pleasured snort and growl, he grasped Daisy's hips tightly and hilted himself inside her obligingly deep pussy. His equine cock throbbed heavily a few times in rapid succession, and a look of absent-minded bliss came over the receiving cow as she slumped back into her rack.

"...yeah, that does look like she's enjoying it," Slick had to admit, though he couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something wrong here. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Right, doesn't it just?" Michelle crooned. "Let's watch the next one too!"

"N-next one? Won't he need a moment to recover?" Slick asked.

"Nope! We keep our bulls well trained and with all the nutrition they need to never stop mating. After all, a good bull is what makes a happy cow, and vice versa," Michelle smiled. Was she grinding again him? It felt like that, those heavy and soft breasts rubbing against his back - and her udder, only barely covered by her dress, against his rump.

"So, this next one was having some difficulties adjusting. We only finally convinced her to let herself get milked yesterday," she continued. "That's why she's muzzled and all squirmy, but you just know she's going to feel so much better and moo along with the rest of us when she's all swollen with a cute calf!"

Sure enough, the next cow - this one didn't seem to have a name yet - was squirming, whimpering as the bull moved to her rack and lined himself up with her bare pussy. She had a pleading look in her eyes, as if she didn't actually want this, but Slick was in no position to really do anything about it. Not to mention he didn't even know how any of it worked. Maybe all cows were nervous before their first breeding?

One thing that struck Slick was that she was very modestly proportioned compared to the other cows, with only natural-sized - if very beautiful - breasts, from which only a trickle of milk escaped into the pumps.

"Just watch her face when that beautiful cock goes in," Michelle whispered, guiding him closer for a better look, and Slick obeyed. "It's my favourite moment."

The cow squealed as the blunt crown of the bull's cock began to press against her dewy folds, the muzzle muffling whatever she was trying to say. It really_looked like she wasn't enjoying it at all, but Slick had no choice but to trust Michelle on that she was. With a grunt, the spongy flared head of the nameless bull's cock slipped into her - and in that moment, the sharp and alarmed look in her eyes seemed to dim, the next squeal sounding halfway between a moan and a _moo.

"We just want what's best for them, mhm?" Michelle whispered. "Look at how she's starting to enjoy it."

The bull hilted, slamming his engorged calf-maker deep inside her yielding body, and when he withdrew for another thrust, Slick could plainly see his cock was coated with feminine slickness. Maybe she really was enjoying it?

"She just needs to let go of some reservations. Getting bred should do just that," the CEO explained. "All cows have this... mm, natural reaction to being put to use. It's rather blissful really..."

Indeed, she seemed to take to it quickly. Slick just wasn't sure how to feel about the previously intelligent look slowly dissolving into a glassy-eyed happiness just like Daisy when the bull really began to rut her, firmly driving his cock into her with practiced ease, but just how sopping wet she was growing around that massive shaft spoke its own language. It took only a few minutes before he could see the bull's enormous balls begin to tighten again.

"Mnf. Watch. Actually, this is my favourite part," Michelle purred, before calling out to her fellow bovine. "Moo for us! Let everyone hear how much you want to be a pregnant cow!"

After a few more sharp, aggressive thrusts that the cow barely seemed able to even withstand, the bull hilted once again and grunted as his cock began to pulse and twitch, buried as deep as it'd go. As Slick watched, her stretched-taut sex clenched hard too, repeatedly... and then, all that pleasure seemed to erupt from the cow's lungs as a long, drawn-out and very happy moo while she milked him dry with instinctive and involuntary spasms.

Gone was that glimmer of intelligence. Freshly bred, the "new cow" looked docile, panting away blissfully even when the bull finally withdrew, leaving her well-used sex gaping and oozing with his thick, belly-swelling seed.

"See? It just takes the right stimulation to show them what they're missing out on," Michelle spoke, squirming. "Would you like that look behind the scenes, now?"

Once again Slick had that feeling of the fur on the back of his neck standing up, but he couldn't rightfully say no. His cock was throbbing almost painfully. He'd never have guessed that producing all that milk was so... complicated, but he also couldn't deny that it tasted fantastic. It was his favorite brand, after all. They turned around as the bull moved to his third cow, sounds of bovine pleasure and that rhythmic wet slapping echoing from behind them as Michelle led Slick towards the door he'd seen that fox go through earlier. It was part of the tour, he supposed, feeling a little dazed himself.

"So, how's the family doing?" Michelle prodded, clearly fishing for something. The corridor in the back was long and featureless, and Slick couldn't really get around answering her odd question.

"They're just fine, as usual, I think," he offered.

"Cute girlfriends, cute kids..." the cow replied, her tone indicating it was another question. Would anyone miss you seemed to be what she meant, but Slick didn't catch that implication with his head still vividly replaying the mating from earlier.

"Mm, just my parents. I live alone these days," he said.

"Good. Living with other people always gets in the way of pursuing your dreams," the cow answered, somewhat cryptically. "Oh, here we are, now," she added, stopping by a cabinet near a door at the other end of the corridor. She pulled out what seemed to be a gas mask shaped like a cow's muzzle.

"You'll want to put this on," she told him. "These next few rooms are kept at a specific... atmosphere."

Slick didn't question that either. Everything was so strange already. He slipped the cow-themed gas mask over his snout, noting that the inside of it smelled sweet like milk, and that it muffled his speech to the point of everything sounding like an inarticulate moo. He glanced at Michelle.

"Oh, I won't need one. I'm a cow already," she grinned. "Now, do you want to know what our big secret to making the tastiest milk is?"

Slick nodded, and they stepped through the door. There didn't seem to be any form of airlock, nor any hissing to indicate that the doors were airtight at all, but questioning things seemed to start giving the bunny a headache at that point, like he simply didn't have the energy. It was easier to just go along and let his sluggish thoughts settle until his mind was almost entirely blank. The sweet scent of the gas mask became less bothersome with each breath, too.

They rounded a corner, and Slick saw something that should have alarmed him. That fox from earlier, strapped to a rack just like the cows in the other room, facing the entrance. His fur had grown splotchy like that of a cow, and even though he was clearly male originally, both his chest and hips had swollen to the point it was hard to even tell. The fox was squirming, and moaning into a mask just like the one Slick was wearing as two devices massage his growing breasts, the mask filtering it all into eerily cow-like, mooing sounds of pleasure.

"Aww, look at him coming along so beautifully. You'll make for a pretty, milky heifer," Michelle beamed. "Isn't it great? We make our own cows so we know exactly what we're working with. Have a seat next to him, please."

The sight of someone new did seem to, however briefly, stir the half-cow fox from his - if he could be called a "he" at this point - pleasant-looking daze. He shook his head at Slick, seemingly trying to say something, but all Slick heard was mooing thanks to the mask. Oh, it only made sense, didn't it? What other sounds would a happy cow make?

Slick, though, was increasingly absorbed in that dreamlike state. Obediently, he climbed into the rack next to the fox. The leather padding was warm and comfortable, perfect to relax against, and as he waited for his turn, he watched them put some kind of headset over the fox's eyes, too. He twitched a couple of times more, trying to shake it off, before eventually growing still, his jaw slackening and his body going almost fully limp.

"Not everyone knows what they want by the time they come to join us, so we have some handy tools to help them with it," Michelle smiled. That smile seemed to be a constant, with her, a very pleased but not unfriendly expression, one that indicated that she truly believed in what she was saying. "That one helps get rid of all those pesky thoughts of independence, or really anything not related to being a good cow! See, he's already getting excited!"

Michelle pointed at the fox, and Slick slowly craned his neck to watch. The fox's tapered, vulpine shaft had slipped out of its sheath, but it seemed to be _shrinking_with each drop of precum drooling from the tip. At the same time, his breasts were growing, and he seemed to have lost a bit of fur around his belly where an udder was slowly forming.

"Arousal speeds up the process, so we usually show them how exciting it'll be to get mounted by all our bulls once they've grown a proper, big, cute cow-pussy! Speaking of which, I think it's time we start on you, too! I bet you're eager!"

Slick _was_eager, though all those thoughts failed to really combine into anything coherent in his dizzy mind. He didn't really put up any fight when Michelle unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off him. The world felt so distant and unimportant, he was content to focus on just the sweet smell of milk filling his nostrils. It was homely.

A sharp pricking sensation in his rump made him groan in protest, but it sounded like all the other cows. "There you go. Good boy, taking that so well. Soon you'll be a good girl like the rest of us," Michelle beamed, putting away a syringe that Slick had never even seen her pick up.

"We actually had to restrain your new friend over there to let us give him his medicine! But you'll be a wonderfully docile and happy prize cow, won't you?" she murmured, leaning over Slick's body and stroking his back slowly. In a few moments, her hand slipped under his shirt to caress his chest too before removing the garment entirely. "Aww, you're so relaxed already, that's adorable. That's it, just let it all happen and we'll have you ready for a calf and milking in no time!"

Why was_he so relaxed? Deep inside, Slick knew perfectly well that something horrible was about to happen. Something irreversible that would change his life altogether. But another lazy glance at the fox made it seem so... enjoyable. He'd lived a stressful life for so long. Just letting all of it go seemed... pleasant, somehow. No more tough decision-making, no more worrying. A tingling warmth spread from the injection site, slowly numbing most of his body, except for around his chest, between his legs, and a small patch of fur around his lower belly. If he just obeyed Michelle, it really _would happen, wouldn't it? He'd be a good, happy cow.

"Ooh, I know," Michelle squeaked with excitement. "I know! Let's show you all the changes in real time so you can enjoy it properly. Here, let's get the headset on- wait, you want to get bred already?" she interrupted herself, turning towards the former fox. At this point, his cock had shrunk to the point it was little more than a clit near the rim of a deepening slit between his... no, _her_legs. Her hips were much wider, too, undeniably feminine and perfect for making calves, and that narrow muzzle had swollen into the blunt one of a cow.

"You'll just have to wait a bit," Michelle smiled. "You'll want to grow a proper happy womb for your babies to grow in, first. Just focus on the recording!"

It wasn't as if the former fox could actually hear anything. She seemed entirely lost in whatever the headset was showing her, though from the way she squirmed and mooed, it definitely seemed like a show worth watching. Her hips twitched with a kind of instinctive need, and even through the sweetness of his mind-fogging cow-mask, Slick could faintly pick up the growing scent of a cow in season. I want to smell like that too, he realized. The bulls would love it. Wait, no, that's not-

The itch was starting to intensify, as was the heat. Then, Michelle strapped a headset over the bunny's eyes, and for a moment, the world went entirely dark before coming into view again, though from a strangely disorienting angle. It took him a few seconds to realize he was looking at himself, seen from below; his nipples looked a lot puffier than they had, and he seemed to be shedding fur from his belly, leaving a bare spot. He watched as Michelle helpfully wrapped a hand around his cock, shuddering - the sensation seeming almost a little delayed, half because of the odd angle and half because of the numbness creeping over him.

"You look so excited. Poor cow just can't wait for a proper milking, can she?" Michelle spoke softly. "Here, look... it's really starting now," she added with another excited giggle. The camera flailed about and Slick felt a hand caress his chest. It was electrifying, he was so incredibly sensitive all of a sudden, and it felt soft. Oddly soft and padded, a dull aching pressure that was quickly soothed by the cow's experienced fingers kneading and pressing into increasingly soft and feminine flesh.

"-there, look," Michelle giggled again, focusing the camera on Slick's chest... or rather, his breasts, because he undeniably had them, somewhere between an A and B cup but slowly and beautifully swelling. "Take a deep breath and just let all that pressure out. Just imagine your silly little mind melting and it all concentrating right here-" she pinched Slick's nipple, and he moo-moaned again. "-until you have big milky cow tits, so big you'll just want to get milked _all_day!"

Letting them grow felt good. A little too good, really. But the more Slick relaxed, the more he could feel his chest grow heavier and heavier. The thoughts in his mind seemed to flutter away when he tried to focus, untethered and unimportant. Good cows had big tits, right? He didn't need to think. He just had to let all those thoughts melt into big, bouncy, milky cow-boobs.

"Wow, you get the idea! Your udder is coming along wonderfully too, and if you think having your tits rubbed feels great, just wait until you feel what having your udders milked is like! I don't know if you really even need it, but let's run the hypno too!" Michelle chirped, bouncing over to a nearby control panel to enter some commands. "Just so you don't get cold feet all of a sudden, you adorable future cow!"

The world disappeared again, into a sea of swirling pastel colours. Pink, blue, white, all swelling out into beautiful, curvy forms. It felt good to just relax into, letting it wash over and soothe his mind into a docile, fuzzy, warm happiness. Wasn't there something he'd been planning to resist, to... at least question? Maybe- but there, deep in those swirling patterns, he could almost see something solid... if he focused really intently, maybe he'd be able to pick it out...

"...that's right, you're a good cow," Michelle narrated as Slick was plunged deeper and deeper into that empty-headed state of happiness. "All you want is to get milked, and to get milked you'll need to have tits, a heavy udder, all yearning to be touched..."

She kept stroking the bunny's shrinking cock, tweaking the slowly-forming teats on his udder.

"And you know that a good cow needs to be pregnant, too," she continued lovingly. "Always fat with a calf so she can produce as much milk as she can! So what if you're too big and heavy to walk? You know you'll be taken care of, and you can just relax all day, mooing happily as some handsome bull plants his seed in your thirsty little belly!"

She squirmed, herself, pressing her thighs together, feeling a trickle of lust roll along her inner thigh. Gosh, after this she'd definitely need a turn with the bulls herself. At a snap of her fingers, the other cows rolled the fox out and into the milking area where he'd get bred properly. Just a little work left on the bunny... his fur was already fading into a splotched black and white, his breasts about D-cups now... but they could grow a lot bigger. Michelle found herself aiming for a F-cup or so, just enough to discourage the adorable new addition from wanting to walk around too much. She jabbed another needle into Slick's increasingly round butt.

In Slick's less and less coherent mind, the hypnotic swirls and colours were coalescing into fantasies. Diffuse fantasies of himself - though he was distinctly female in them - on all fours, raising her tail eagerly as a line of horse-cocked bulls stood behind her, each of them stiff to the point of throbbing, ready to put their rock-hard cocks to use breeding her. With each thrust her breasts would bounce heavily, more milk sucked out by the wonderful pumps sucking on her breasts and udder. The joy of a calf growing inside her once they'd all finished seeding her, and the indescribable joy of her breasts swelling even bigger and milkier, practically gushing at the slightest suction. God, she needed it, needed to get bred! It was her natural and rightful place; as docile, happy, mooing livestock.

It was when the first of those phantasmal bulls pressed their amazing cock between her trembling legs that she realized she was actually yielding. For some reason, she'd been worried she wouldn't be able to provide a warm, wet hole for them to fuck, but that was silly. What did she think she was, male? Of course she had a pussy, a deep and soaking wet cow-pussy for all the bulls to use! That's what she was made for!

In reality, the last noticeable traces of Slick ever having been male were shrinking, disappearing, and withering away, leaving only that voluptuous, bovine femininity. Between her legs, a moist slit was slowly yawning open, deepening with each clench of her body as those dreamy bulls in her mind set to work rutting her.

"Not too long until you get to feel that for real now, cow," Michelle purred, her fingers knowingly teasing Slick's stiff little clit and coaxing her new sex to wetly blossom and open up more with her other hand. Already, milk was leaking slowly from her colossal breasts. Somewhere in the vicinity of a double D, now, maybe triple, and still growing to the point they'd be impossible to ignore or really_do_ much with, other than letting herself get fucked as she rested her back. "I think she's ready, roll her in..."

She pulled the mask off her face, revealing a quite fully-formed cow muzzle beneath it. No more need for that. She's almost perfect, Michelle thought to herself.

Slick was so comfortable in that hypnotic reality that she never really noticed any of it before the headset was abruptly yanked off, leaving her vision blurry in the bright lights of the main milking floor. She had the faint realization that she might've seen it before, at some point, but those memories were faded and felt so very far away. There was a comforting whirring sound and then a beautiful, shuddering feeling around her heavy breasts, stimulation so utterly fulfilling and erotic that it made her moo happily when the pumps kicked in, massaging those aching globes of flesh - and yet more beneath her, pumps around every one of the teats on her udder.

Next to her, there was a faintly orange-brown cow getting rutted, sounding quite deep in bliss herself as the bull's cock wetly pistoned in and out of her. It spurred a faint tingle of recognition in Slick's sluggish head, but... oh, it probably wasn't anything important! She was just so happy to see one of her sister cows get bred again. She'd look so much better with a big, swollen belly! Just the thought of it had the former bunny squirming with excitement on that comfortable padded rack, flagging her brush-tipped cow tail to signal her readiness to mate too, dripping wet cow-cunt on full display.

"Hurry up! I want to get a calf too!" she cried, but all that come out was another animalistic moo, as if her tongue and throat were just too clumsy and relaxed to really form any words. Oh well, it didn't matter. She knew that thick, juicy-looking breeding rod would slide inside her next and fill her with thick spurts of wonderfully virile bull-cream. Until then, she'd just enjoy the pumps. The suction was almost hypnotic in itself, the rhythmic and pleasurable squeezes lulling her mind back into a calmly horny place.

Slick was only vaguely aware that Michelle was standing next to her, and didn't react until she held up a mirror for her. "So, what do you think? I think you turned out perfectly beautiful. And so eager too, already so happy to be a cow."

Slick lazily looked at herself in the mirror. Yep, same curvy cow as always, with those enormous tits she loved so much. That vacant, vapid look in her eyes. That was fine. Cows didn't really need to think, so she just didn't bother most of the time! She mooed.

"See? You're already all cow, cutie," she smiled, petting Slick's head, right between her stubby little horns. "Oh, I think he's done."

The bull next to them reached his climax with a triumphant, braying roar, and Slick shuddered as she thought about how good her sister had to be feeling, getting squirted full of that warm creamy slime that her body ached so badly for. Why wasn't_she pregnant already? She should _always be pregnant! She shook her rump, trying to get that bull to fuck her full of babies faster!

"That's right. Good girl. You only exist to produce milk and get knocked up so you make more cute cows for us," Michelled cooed, patting her some more as she so physically begged to be fertilized. Soon enough the bull was moving on to the next cow in line, the former fox left limp and happy with his seed slowly oozing from her well-used pussy. And the next cow was Slick.

Slick heard the heavy hoof-falls behind herself. There was an odd sensation of her new feminine sex clenching and twitching with need. Wasn't it only mares that winked? Ah, it didn't matter... the bulls had equine cocks after all. And she didn't have to think about the implications. She was just happy that her body was showing that wonderful bull how badly she needed his cock to breed her full of life and milk! It felt so natural, being nothing but a fertile livestock.

The bull seemed to approve. He snorted, grunted, and then lined up that enormous breeding rod with Slick's clenching, dripping pussy.

This was it! She was about to be a really good cow! Slick's heart soared with submissive bliss, so happy to feel that rough yet sensual male heat and hardness against her wide-open and receptive body! She wanted to be swollen and pregnant and milky yesterday, every moment she wasn't felt so abhorrently wrong.

She cried out loud in mooing ecstasy when that promise-laden cock slid into her clutching pussy effortlessly, lubricated by her constant, drooling wetness. Just that initial sensation of being filled was mind-meltingly beautiful. Why hadn't she been doing this before? It felt so rapturously good. Her body itself was practically singing with pleasure when the bull thrust deeper, and he wasn't even concerned with her pleasure, only doing his wonderful job of planting his seed inside her as quickly as possible.

Michelle tweaked something on her remote and the pumps synchronized with the nameless bull's deep, thumping thrusts, and Slick revelled in the renewed and compounded pleasure, watching in vacant awe as her massive breasts bounced with each thrust, milk already gushing into the attached cups. She felt her udder swinging heavily, too. That dull ache of not being pregnant was getting more and more overbearing, and soon she was thrusting back against the bull's amazing babymaker, clenching and spasming and quaking with wanton lust. Time smeared into shivering, messy ecstasy, her juices splattering on the floor as she came helplessly, those intentional milking squeezes becoming something involuntary and primitive.

And then, just as he began to stiffen - when his tightening balls slapped against her thrumming clit - there was that faint spark of reason in her addled mind. The last, choked protest of her conscious mind, to not let this happen, that it was bad. Slick hurriedly strained against the rack in spite of the glowing, burning ecstasy in her fertile cunt, suddenly remembering what'd happened to that other cow earlier when she'd received the bull's seed.

A brief, flaring moment of panic when her orgasm snapped her out of her sexual trance. Michelle's hand on her head, stroking along her unfamiliar muzzle and between her horns, reassuringly. A twitch against her sensitive walls as the bull's cock swelled inside her as those bone-shaking thrusts reached a rapid crescendo, her pussy helpless to do anything but take it.

"Shh, shh," Michelle murmured, softly. "Just relax. Let it happen. You're doing so well. Just let him keep going for a few moments longer and you'll feel so much better. Good girl..."

But she didn't want this! She didn't want to be a mindless cow-

The bull's cock throbbed heavily inside of her. The flare swelled, digging into her inner walls and sending jolts of ecstasy through her. His grip on her round, soft hips tightened as his fingers dug in.

-unable to even fantasize of anything more than getting milked and bred over and over, used as breeding stock-

He hilted deep inside her.

-no, stop, stop, don't-

That beautiful, equine shaft jerked hard, straining against her inner walls, and Slick could've sworn she felt that fateful seed rushing up his shaft before the sensation of a bloom of wet, sticky, virile heat deep inside her overwhelmed her weakened mind. There was the briefest moment of conflict before the warmth of it seemed to rush to her head, washing away all those worries in a torrent thick, white, belly-swelling masculinity. She mooed at the top of her lungs, clenching around the massive cock for all she was worth in another messy, squirting, and utterly shameless orgasm as she was finally bred, already warmly anticipating her pregnancy to start to show so she could look the part. And produce all the milk she possibly could, as a good girl should.

"Mmh. Doesn't that feel better?" Michelle rumbled, stroking her, and this time, Slick craned her neck to obediently nuzzle at her hand. She barely understood anything except that pulsating feeling of her wonderful insemination, the former bunny's new breeding cow body joyfully drinking every virile drop. "Welcome to the Milk Barn," she smiled, and then left the newly minted cow to enjoy her new place in life.

Slick slumped back onto the rack, not even bothering to close her legs to hide her cum-dripping snatch when the bull finally withdrew. Why bother? There'd be another one to mount her soon, and that was what her happily thrumming cow-pussy was for. She relaxed, letting the steady rhythmic sucking of the pumps draining her increasingly swollen breasts lull her into a state of dazed, absent-minded bliss, interrupted only by the frequent visitations of the other bulls, each one leaving her stuffed and oozing even more wonderful cum.

Next to her, her sisters did the same, each moaning and mooing happily as they were milked, bred, and used as they'd always been meant to be, and finally, Slick really understood how they felt. She wiggled her voluptuous ass to tease the next big bull to take her.