Pretty Cow - The Making of a Hucow

by Cindel Sabante

  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...

  *****

  "Step 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..."

  *****

  Weeks 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 spout
s. 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.

  I was a pretty cow. Pretty cows who behaved were rewarded. I was a pretty cow who loved rewards.

  The speaker box hummed to life. I couldn't wait to follow the voice's new direction.

  *****

  "It is a mix of command hypnosis, frequency modulation and fostering dependency. Drugs and controlled diets effect the physical changes you see. But as I stated earlier, the most important aspect of it all is that all of these subjects wanted this. They might not have known it yet, but they did." Sato smiled. He knew he was talking just to talk. The gathered group might ask questions but they weren't listening to the answers. All that was really on their minds was how they could get their very own pet.

  "How long does it take to make them like this?" asked the Sheikh. He didn't even bother to turn away from the glass to ask his question.

  "Three months is standard. From initial processing to community integration. Once they make it to the yard, they can no longer be called human. What you see out there, what they think they are now, that is truly how they see themselves. To treat them as anything else would only upset my pets now."

  "And they will stay like this? If I purchase one of your toys, it won't wake up one morning and run off?"

  Sato shook his head. "Our earliest subjects are now years into their new lives. Don't think of this is a trick or training. Think of it as overwriting their personality. This is all they will ever be." Beyond the glass, a large wooden door began to open. Right on time, Sato thought. "And it looks like you are in luck today. Watch the doorway. Our newest pet is being integrated today."

  Some of the gathered businessmen pressed themselves so close to the glass that Sato would have to bring in a cleaning crew to wipe away the smudges their noses would leave behind. He smiled at that. Eager customers were always welcome at the farm. "If anyone is interested in purchasing our newest pet, the bidding will start at one million U.S. Funds are to be deposited by the close of business today."

  *****

  "Wait by the red doors my pretty cow. Today is a special day. Go through the door when it opens. Go to the trough straight ahead. It is feeding time for the pretty cow."

  The voice commanded and I obeyed. Patiently, I waited by the large red doors that had never opened for me before. I didn't question what was on the other side. I already knew the answer. There was a trough through the big red doors. It was feeding time. I was a pretty cow.

  I sat on my haunches as I patiently waited for the door to open. And when I heard hinges creak, my head lifted. A thin crack of bright white light appeared in the middle of the large red doors. My bell rang as I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. As the crack of light grew, I crawled forward. I was a pretty cow. It was feeding time.

  I shuffled through the doors and for the first time in a long time, bright white tile gave way to something more real. Green grass pressed into my palm and scratched at my legs as I moved out of the white, sterile room behind me. And when I cleared the doors, the sound of creaking hinges filled my ears once more.

  I felt uneasy here. The smell of antiseptics had given way to the scent of fresh air and green grass. I could feel the heat of the Sun on my naked back. Dirt pushed its way under my nails. And when I looked up, real clouds drifted lazily through the sky. I missed my ceiling of unchanging white and blue.

  But it wasn't just the scenery change that put me on edge. As I looked around, I realized I wasn't alone anymore. I wasn't sure what to do. To my left, five women in tight leather harnesses that crisscrossed their bodies stood like giants in the middle of a field. Already tall and skinny, the sequined heels the women wore only made them more imposing as they danced gracefully through the field. Thick tails of shiny hair hung down from their asses and swayed as they moved. Their heads were all harnessed and between each of their teeth sat a bar of thick black rubber. Square pads of black leather jutted out from their temples, hiding their eyes from my view and on four of the women, a single red feather, over a foot long, reached skyward. The fifth woman's feathered plume was white. But when my eyes dropped and I saw the swinging cock, I realized the white plumed one was a man.

  Ponies. Pretty pretty ponies. I turned my head. I wasn't a pony. I was a cow.

  Off to my right was a large section of fenced in yard. A mud pit took up most of the area and as I stared, I saw movement in the pool of wet earth. I thought it was a rock at first, but when the short woman pushed herself to her knees and trudged through the red and brown mud, I realized the thickset mud monster wasn't alone. Scattered throughout the muddy pool were numerous shapes that slowly resolved into human forms. The men and women were covered from head to toe in the brown muck, with only the whites of their eyes and teeth giving them away in the mud.

  As I watched, one of the mud men pushed himself to his knees and chased after the rotund female from earlier. He tackled her before she could pull herself from the pit, and as she squealed, the man mounted her from behind, pressing himself into her. Mud splashed and splattered all around them but no one in the pit took notice. What was a little more mud to a piggy?

  The crackle of a speaker box behind me made me jump. ""Please move to the trough. It is feeding time for the pretty cow."

  Pretty cow needs to eat. It is feeding time for the pretty cow. My head swung again, sending the brass bell around my neck crazy. And there, directly ahead of me like the voice had told me back in the room, was the trough. The silver basin gleamed in the sunlight. And my empty trough wasn't the only one in front of the strange mirrored wall ahead. It was only one trough out of half a dozen, and all of the others were already occupied.

  Pretty cows! I pushed forward faster, racing to join the rest of the herd. I closed the distance, and as I did, I could hear the symphony of bells as the cows dipped their heads into the troughs. I was giddy when I finally reached the empty silver basin and dipped my own face into the sweet, pasty mush. As I lapped up my food, I caught the reflections of my trough mates in the mirrored wall.

  There were four other women, each with short hair and wide hips. They all had thick arms and legs, with rounded bellies and plump asses that crested above their skulls as they dipped their heads into the feeding troughs. Each wore a thick collar and a bell. And each had a set of udders with nipples that were so long they brushed against the dirt as they ate. I was home.

  Movement to my right caught my eye as I dipped my head into my trough, but I didn't care. I was a pretty cow and it was feeding time. And when I felt the weight of something press against my back, I still didn't raise my head from my tray. But when I felt the cock wedge itself between my legs and split me open, my head shot up. I saw him then, with his hands pressed into my thick ass cheeks.

  He was huge. Black-skinned and bald, the bull had a large golden ring dangling from his nose. Two smaller golden circlets hung from his earlobes, and a matching set pierced his tiny nipples. He wore no collar. He had no bell. But as he pressed into me again, my body shook from his impact and the bell around my own neck rung out.

  The pretty cows at the
other troughs rose their heads in unison and began lowing, filling the air with the sound of mooing and brass bells. The big beast behind me pressed forward again and I couldn't help but join my sister's calls. Half moan and half moo, it was the only sound I could make. The feeling of the bull inside of me was like nothing I'd ever felt. The rubber cocks during my milkings weren't half as large as the monster inside of me now.

  My breasts ached and my nipples grew hard while the bull bellowed behind me. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to make my pleasure grow, but pretty cows didn't touch. Pretty cows kept their hooves on the ground. And when I dropped my head, I saw the dry dirt to turn mud underneath me as my nipples leaked my sweet milk into the earth.

  Pretty cows don't waste milk, I thought as I watched my swaying breasts spill my creamy goodness into the dirt. Pretty cow is full. Pretty cow needs to be milked! As if my stray thoughts called them, two of the other cows dropped to the ground and pressed their plump cheeks into the dirt. Tongues lashed out at my long nipples, pulling them towards open mouths. I sighed as lips wrapped out my teats and the other cows began to draw my milk out. Pretty cows don't waste milk. We are pretty cows.

  The bell around my neck rang out rapidly as the bull picked up speed. My pussy was sore and stretched farther than it had ever been, but the pleasure was overwhelming any pain. I could feel myself tearing now as the bull pushed into me, but I didn't care. Instead, I pressed my hips back towards his, taking the monster cock even deeper into my body. My eyes fluttered uncontrollably as his rod massaged my G spot before slamming into my back wall like a jackhammer.

  I couldn't catch my breath. A steady string of moans escaped from between my lips as cows and bulls alike pleasured me in ways that I'd never felt when I was a person. Tongues licked my sensitive teats as their owners mouths filled with my milk. And my nipples weren't the only thing leaking at the moment. My pussy was dripping as the bull continued his assault. And the wetter I became, the faster the mountain of muscle behind me could slide in and out.