Driven by Craving

As she lay there, trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, she couldn't help but think about the events of the last couple of weeks. After the trip to the doctor's office, when her Master had given her the udders that He wanted her to have, she knew that He was preparing her to be His milk cow, but the transformation process had her mind going long after her body would have succumbed to exhaustion. The hormones, the herbs, the daily milkings took some time, but a couple for weeks after her Master had started her on the regimen, the first signs that her body was beginning to fill its role started to appear.

As she lay there, she could still remember the first time a milking had actually produced some milk. It was not much, only a few ounces from each udder, but Master had been so pleased that His cow's milk was finally starting to come in that He had actually allowed His cow to sleep in His bed with Him. Master had even let her forgo the twice-nightly milkings, but as He had suckled on His fuck cow's teats all night long, she knew no milking was actually missed.

After that, the milking schedule changed to more often for longer periods of time, with the milker sucking long after her udders were dry, pulling painfully on each teat as she fucked the bull cock furiously. Once she had slowed down, exhausted, dripping sweat only to have the cock send an electrical shock deep into her cunt causing her to screech from the pain. “Faster cow and it won't shock you, slow down again and the voltage will increase.” After that she knew not to slow down until Master turned off the milker, it did not matter how tired she was, how sore her teats were from the milking and the pulling, anything was better than another, stronger shock.

With the change in the milking schedule came a corresponding change in the size of her udders, they had grown just as the doctor had said until they had to be at least an L at this point. Also the amount of milk that Master's cow was producing was increasing. With each milking He checked the amount, varying the schedule to try to increase milk production. When His cow was producing approximately a pint of milk per udder per milking, He announced that that was enough and it was time for His cow's unveiling.

she remembered that very day, He had made her take a special trip get party invitations. The thought of those invitations still made her shudder when she thought about them, because He wanted a very specific type of invitation; He wanted invitations to a hoe-down with each person requested to come in costume. The party was scheduled for Friday evening of the following week, because He said that He wanted time to find just the right costume for Himself and for His cow. Each day for the next week after His work was done and she had finished her chores, He took her to costume shop after costume shop, having her try on different cow costumes, different cow noses and ears, all the while commenting to the sales staff asking them if she looked like real cow. her face still burned when she remembered the comments about how could she not with udders like she had. However most of them said that she needed something more, something different to really look like a cow. After deciding He didn't really like any of the cow costumes, He purchased a cow makeup kit that came with a cow nose and ears.

she tried to remember how many sex shops that He had taken her to, until He had found the perfect cow's tail. At each shop, she had had to spread her ass wide, to prove to the clerk that it was clean enough before Master had had her try each of the different tails out for His approval. Although she lost count of how many shops Master had taken her to, she could remember exactly how she felt at each shop, as she crawled back and forth across carpet that was sticky with cum, making sure to make the tail swish just right or she would have to make another trip. she could still remember how her face had burned each time and how it had continued to burn as she sucked the cum from each clerks' cock to thank him for allowing her to try on the tails. she also remembered feeling very relieved when her Master finally found one that He liked. And even though she had to ride home, kneeling in the front seat with her ass level with the window and the cow tail sticking out for all to see, she was glad to no longer be crawling around in the sex shops.

As T/they drove home, she knew that another trip back to those same sex shops would be planned for the future because her Master had commented that He could tell how much she hated being there and said that maybe serving in a sex shop would remind her that as His slave, there was nothing to humiliating, no place too low. After quietly answering “yes Master,” she just hoped that He didn't plan this trip anytime soon.

After that the days to the party spend by, with her Master thrilled that each milking was now producing more than a pint per udder. And with being milked every two hours now, that meant the Master's cow was producing enough to be a hit at the party. The afternoon of the party, Master started decorating His cow around 3 in the afternoon, taking great care to cover his cow with white, then circles of black so that she looked just like a Holstein cow complete with ears, nose and a cow bell tied around its neck. After making sure that the makeup was exactly as He wanted it, He tied her out back in the shade and warned her about messing up His work. With the party not even going to start for another 4 hours, she knew that she would be missing two milkings and she remembered how badly she needed to be milked once the party started, lowing in pain as He walked her in.

As she was led into the room, she could hear the comments of the guest who were arrayed in cowboy and cowgirls outfit, on what huge udders Master's cow had and how much fun it would be to drain them. Slowly He led her up to a platform on which stood a chair and a metal bucket. After tying her in place, she remembered hearing her Master say that it was time for the drawing to see who would get to do the first milking of the night and that each person would get to milk only until His cow had made them cum, and then it was the next person's turn. Kneeling there, udders swaying, cow bell clanging as she sucked each cock or cunt sat in front of her, she lost count of how many times she was milked and how many loads of cum she had swallowed. When the last person had been satisfied, she was dripping with sweat and she could tell that her udders had to be badly bruised from all the hand milkings.

But laying there she smiled when she remembered how the evening ended, with her Master announcing how proud He was of His fuck cow and hearing each person there say what a good cow she was. she also remembered being surprised that instead of the party breaking up at that point, instead a slave was led into the room, a slave called “bull” with a cock that made the bull cock that she fucked while she was being milked look small. Because she had been such a good cow, Master was going to allow His cow to be fucked by this ‘bull” and His cow was allowed to cum as often as it could, it just had to moo as it came. Just as she had lost count of how many loads of cum she has swallowed, she also lost count of how many times she had cum because this “bull” must have drank a case of Red Bull before he came to fuck her, because his stamina seemed to last forever. After ‘bull' finally came, the party started to slowly break up and she was led down and allowed to let her knees rest for a while. And now as she lay over the bench that Master was training her to sleep in, which her udders hanging down and her ass up in the air in mount position, preparing her to be a milk bitch for the puppies He said He was going to get, she wondered if she would ever forget that night.