Pretty Cow - The Making of a Hucow (2 page)

The male images were even more amazing. They were
naked and on their hands and knees as well, with nose and nipples pierced by
iron rings. And instead of the soft fleshy curves of the plump women, these men
were nothing but muscle. Their arms bulged and their chests were hard. And
every single one of them had a cock nearly as thick as my wrist dangling
between their legs. When these images appeared, the tingle between my thighs
grew from a trickle to a flood. I felt my nipples harden under the electrodes
and my pussy grow wet.

No! Not here!

I struggled against my bonds. I didn't know what was
going on, or why I was so aroused, but I had to stop it. But the more I
struggled, the more the feelings between my legs grew. It wasn't a tingle
anymore. Now pleasure came in waves, and each time it did, my muscles would
contract involuntarily. I couldn't stop it.

And from the sounds Kimmie was making, I knew the same
thing was happening to her. I lifted my head for a moment to see her, and sure
enough, my best friend was writhing in her chair, with her mouth open and her
eyes closed as she moaned in ecstasy. My head dropped back against the rest and
my eyes closed as well. The pulsing pleasure between my legs was growing ever
more intense and now the electrodes attached to my nipples were growing warm.

As the pleasurable feelings grew, I tried to will them
away. I knew now that whatever the wires were, they were causing my pleasure,
or my pain if I disobeyed. But the images in front of me weren't helping my
situation. I wasn't sure why, but the pictures of those men and women, on all
fours like that, it was all I could think about now.

What would it be like to have breasts that big? Or
a cock that size in me?

I imagined one of those muscle monsters mounting me
from behind, snorting through his nose as he pushed that enormous cock into me.
The thought sent shivers through my body, and as if the unseen hand controlling
the pulsing electrodes could read my thoughts, the intensity of my electric
pleasure grew.

Kim was moaning again and again in the chair next to
me. I knew I was next. I tried to tense my body but jolts of electricity would
stop me every time I did. All I could do was sit in my chair and wait for the
orgasm to come. I was at the whims of an unseen master. The pleasure grew
again.

Like an explosion, my orgasm burst outwards, flooding
my body with erotic energies. My toes curled as my head tilted back and a
throaty moan filled the air. I gripped the arm rests, digging my nails into the
padded leather. The pleasure grew quickly. The electrodes weren't turning off.

Small speakers built into the chair crackled to life.
I didn't notice until the voice in my ear was already half way through whatever
it was saying. My moaning drowned it out. Luckily, the message repeated.

"Such a pretty girl you are. But we can make you
better Jennifer. We can make you more. We can make you like the women in those
pictures. You'll be desired, wanted, loved. You would like that wouldn't
you?"

I could barely concentrate. A second orgasm had
quickly followed after the first. My mind was clouded with blissful waves of
ecstasy. Men and women on their knees with bells around their necks ran through
my thoughts. Men tackled the big breasted beauties, taking them roughly. And
then I was there with them, in the middle of a field as two bulls fought to
claim my unfilled pussy. A third orgasm rushed through me.

"Do you want to be desired Jennifer? Do you want
to serve a man who will love you like no other? Do you want to be his pet? To
live your life only for his pleasure? Just say yes Jennifer. You can be like
those women, with big heavy breasts, full of milk that all men will want to
drink from you."

Big breasts full of milk. Men wanting me, fighting
over me. No more work. No more school. My days would be nothing but pleasure.
All I had to do was say yes. Could it really be that easy?

My sister's voice filled my head.
"Don't do it
Jenny! This is wrong. This isn't you! They want to change you!"

I pushed the nagging voice away as another orgasm
blossomed. I could barely think. I'd never felt pleasure like this. And all I
had to do was say yes. I could have this every day. Men would want me. Women
would want to be me. I wasn't sure why or how, but I knew it was true.

"Yes! I want it! I want to be like those
women!"

The electricity that powered my pleasure suddenly
died, letting the waves of bliss that ran through me fade away. I was sweating
and I was short on breath. As I struggled to catch my breath, my eyes opened.
In front of me stood a small Asian man with his thin lips pulled back into a
disconcerting smile.

"You and your friend Kimberly have made wise
choices. You'll like your new life Jennifer. All of my pets do." He raised
his hand to my face, pressing something against my mouth and nose. "Now
sleep Jennifer. When you wake up, your new life will begin." I couldn't
breathe. My mind fogged and my eyes closed once more.

As I slipped back into dreams, memories of my many
orgasms brought a smile to my face. When I woke up, everything would be
different. I would be desired...

*****

"S
tep forward please. There is room for everyone
at the window," said Sato. He continued waving until all of his
prospective clients took a spot at the one way mirror. He smiled to himself as
he listened to their amazement. They were the same as every other group he'd
allowed into his facility. Hesitant at first, then shocked, and finally
lustful, wanting. So predictable.

"As you can see, if you can dream it, I can make
it a reality. This is only one of our many common areas. My facility spans
seventeen acres, with many divisions all working to give you a product that you
want. So please, if you have questions, now is the time."

A well dressed man pulled himself away from the glass
long enough to ask his question. Sato noticed immediately that a bulge had
appeared in the man's pleated pants. "How? Are they just acting? I don't
understand."

Sato smiled and shook his head. "Not acting. They
are truly as you see them. This is their nature now."

The man turned back to the window.
"Amazing..."

A woman this time, the only one in today's group,
asked a question. Doctor Sato didn't mind. The questions were the same with
every group. "How did you do this? Drugs?"

He nodded but also held out a hand, shaking it in a
so-so manner. "Drugs play a part, especially when it comes to physical
traits, but most of it is psychological. That is the most important part. They
have to want to change. They must accept it. There is no other way."

The woman was astonished. "They
chose
this? Why?"

Sato shrugged. "Why do we do anything? I am
simply a humble doctor, here to make dreams come true..."

*****

W
eeks had passed since the day in the chair. I hadn't
seen anyone since then. Kimmie was gone. So was Nikki. Now the only connection
I had to the world was the voice from the speakers; feminine, monotone,
directive. The voice ruled my life now. I ate, slept and breathed for the
voice.

My body tensed as I waited patiently on my hands and
knees for the speakers to hum to life. It was how I spent my days now, just
waiting for the voice to direct me. And I knew I would hear her soon. I could
feel it.

The speakers buzzed and my heart beat just a little
bit faster.

"Please move to the trough. It is feeding time
for the pretty cow."

I complied instantly, shuffling forward in the large
space. The bell around my neck tinkled as I moved, and with each rap of the
clapper against the side of the square metal body, I was reminded of what I was.
I was a cow. A pretty cow. Men would want to drink from my milky breasts.

The trough was in front of me now. The metal basin
jutted from the wall at the perfect height for me to simply dip my head to eat.
I didn't use my hands, not anymore. When I first started eating, I had to put
my hands into recessed holes built into the floor. I'd be restrained until all
of my food was gone. But I hadn't had to do that in weeks. I knew better now.

My tongue slid from my mouth and I lapped up my food.
It was the same meal every time but I didn't care anymore. The slightly sweet
mixture had the consistency of oatmeal. The tips of my hair used to dip into
the slop whenever I ate, but I woke up one day with shorter hair. Now it was
only my nose that accidentally dipped into my food. It tickled every time.

As I finished my meal, the speakers hummed again.
"My pretty cow is full. My pretty cow needs milking. Please move to the
parlor pretty cow."

A wall slid open to my left, revealing a hallway that
led to the parlor. Obediently, I crawled in that direction. My bell sounded
with every step, bringing a smile to my rounded face which drilled deep dimples
into my pudgy cheeks.

I had no idea how long I'd been in the room, but as I
moved down the hallway, I could see the changes that had been made. I'd been a
party girl, living my life for nothing but booze and boys. I'd been skinny and
stylish, obsessed with my looks. My breasts had been small. So small that I had
to wear special bras to give me cleavage. But I was hot. Boys called me sexy
and begged to take me home.

The hallway was mirrored on one side, while the other
was a series of projection screens. As I crawled towards the parlor, the long
hall reminded me of what I'd become. Nothing about this place would let me
forget. Because as I moved towards the parlor, a cow, a real cow, moved to my
right, projected onto the wall. And to my left was my body, my true form.

I was no longer the skinny girl with small tits that
I'd been when I arrived. Gone were my stick-like arms and legs, my angular
face, my tiny breasts and ass. Now my face was plump and round, with arms and
legs to match. My rear end jiggled as I crawled forward and my formally flat
stomach was now round. And my breasts, well, they had changed dramatically.

Two heavy breasts swung underneath my body now. My
nipples had grown as my udders ballooned outwards. The boys used to hold my
tiny tits in their hands as they kissed my nipples gently. Now a man would have
to use both hands just to hold up one of my massive mammaries if he wanted to
take one of my elongated nipples into his mouth. Or maybe he would simply pull
up a stool and grab my tits in his hand, squeezing my milk into a bucket set
below me as I waited patiently like a pretty cow.

I couldn't wait to find out which.

I was through the hall now. In front of me was a
wooden corral with a monitor built into the wall in front of me and a large
silver tank to the left. Clear plastic hoses that ended in small circular
funnels hung over the rail, waiting just for me. I shuffled forward faster,
eager to slip the plastic bells over my milky nipples.

I'd been scared of the milking machine when I first
arrived. The monitor had sprung to life as I cried out in confusion. My cheeks
were stained with tears as the video showed me how to press the suction cups to
my nipples after turning on the machine. But as scared as I was then, I had no
choice. My milk had come in and my udders ached in pain. The machine was the
only way to make that pain go away.

I'd been scared of a lot of things in those first
weeks. Scared the first time I crawled into my new home, with the low ceilings
painted like open sky that kept me from standing up. Scared of the trough with
my sweetened food. Scared of how my body was changing by the day and scared of
the voice in the wall. But most of all, scared at how easy it all was. Scared
of how much I was starting to enjoy myself.

The suction cups grabbed hold of my aching nipples and
the clear plastic tubes filled with my milk almost immediately. I sighed in
pleasure as the too full feeling in my breasts subsided. And my pulse quickened
a bit in excitement of what was about to happen. The first time the gate to my
stall had closed behind me had scared me. And when the pneumatic arm capped
with a large rubber cock had found my pussy that first time, I jumped up so
fast that I cracked my head on the low ceiling.

Now I craved it. When I heard the hinges to my stall
creak closed, I spread my legs just a little bit wider and pressed my hips up
and out. And when the rubber cock pushed against my wanting pussy, it had no
trouble sliding into my wet hole. I gasped in pleasure as the thick shaft slid
into me. The dildos had been growing in size since the beginning. My pussy
ached as the cock stretched me to my limits.

The suction on my nipples increased, tugging at my
sensitive tits in pulsing waves. The feeling made my eyes roll back in
pleasure. It was the suckling motion of the machine that had elongated my
nipples so much, turning my small pink tips into inches long milk spouts. Now
my milky peaks fit snuggly into the plastic bells and every centimeter of my
soft pink tips ached in pleasure.

The pneumatic arm began to pump the rubber bull's cock
back and forth, drawing out long breathy sighs from me as my pleasure mounted.
The monitor in front of me sprang to life, flashing image after image of my new
life. The strong bulls, with muscles on top of muscles and thick cocks dangling
towards the floor were my favorite images, but the pictures of pretty cows on
their hands and knees while a Master milked them by hand made me wet as well.

One day,
I thought as the rubber cock picked up
speed. My eyes closed and I bit my lip as I concentrated on the orgasm building
within me. I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but the pleasure was
just too much. As I came, the exasperated sighs of my bliss mixed with the
sound of cows mooing. The speakers pumped out the bovine melody as I moaned. I
bucked my hips, letting the cock dig deeper into me, and as the chorus of moos
grew louder, I couldn't help but join in.