Anonymous Message

Vanessa was sitting at her computer playing games one day while her breasts were getting milked. There wasn’t much else she could do while being drained. She did her best to ignore the tingling warmth of getting milked and to focus on her games. That was when she received a strange email. It was addressed to her, but she didn’t recognize who sent it and the person didn’t identify themselves. All the email said was:

“Dear Vanessa, here is the end result of our work. Thank you for participating!”

The email was capped off with a link to a site she had never heard of. It had to be a scam or something she thought as she just stared at the message. Yet, despite her better judgement she decided to press it. The link took her to a strange site that was just lined with pictures and videos of boobs. In the center of the page was a video. Vanessa almost closed the page without reading the title, but stopped once she saw what it was. It was called “A Cow’s Purpose” and the videos thumbnail was the logo of NoCowsMilk. That is when it dawned on her. In all the ruckus of leaving the company, she had completely forgot about the documentary. She was scared to play the video, worried at what she will see. Yet, that is when she saw the number of views on the video, more than 50k and it was still increasing. She knew that she needed to find out what was in the documentary, so she reluctantly hit the play button.

The video started off on the logo before transitioning to outside of the building, with a man Vanessa didn’t recognize speaking towards the camera. “In our world, everyone has a role to play. That thing that we are made for that makes us feel whole. Everyone has it, it might be that you are good at math or naturally good at sports. Then there are those, with a less obvious purpose. In this documentary, we will be following just one of those people as this company behind us helps them find their purpose.” Vanessa didn’t know where this was going, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t like it.

“The company we are at is called NoCowsMilk. It provides a service for mother’s that need milk for their babies. Thanks to them, many mothers are able to feed their children. Yet, that is not the only service they offer to society. They give the “cows” a place to fulfill their purpose.” The camera then switched, showing the room of women. “These women were lost before they joined the company, unable to fill their purpose. These women were gifted with large breasts made for producing milk, and the company gave them a place to contribute. To give you a better understanding of the company, we will follow a young woman as she comes to find her natural purpose.” The camera shifted again and Vanessa was unhappy with what she saw. It was a picture of her, her senior photo from high school. “This woman here is Vanessa. She is a recent high school graduate, an intelligent young woman who thought she was destined for greatness. But, like so many like her, she was in denial. Vanessa was gifted with breasts bigger than any in her class, jugs larger than her head.” It showed a close up of her clothes breasts, and Vanessa never thought she would wish to be that size again, her breasts having grown much bigger during her time with the company. “Reportedly, she hated her breasts, but as she would realize, her body was designed for a different purpose. Like all of her kind, she felt a natural calling that led her to NoCowsMilk. She thought it was just a part time commitment on the side before college, but the company would do their best to make her understand.” Vanessa felt ashamed listening to how they talked about her and her body, wanting to curl up in a ball and disappear. Yet, she continued to watch the video.

“When a girl like Vanessa comes to the company, they first provide them with some medication and a milk pump. This for some is all that is necessary, but sometimes the company needs to evaluate them first. This is done by an in house doctor. He measures their body and breasts, making sure they are health. We were lucky enough to sit in and observe the procedure, and Vanessa made sure to give us a show. None of us were prepared for how big her breasts really were. However, as you can see we weren’t the only ones unprepared. The doctor pleasured Vanessa, and as you can see she loses her persona as an innocent girl and you see a glimpse of the cow she really is.” At this point Vanessa couldn’t take it. She was embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and a little wet from watching her experience. She started to skip through the video. She saw how her breasts grew, when she first started lactating, her first time using the dock. All of it made her feel stupid for getting involved in this. It showed the betties, and the adult using her breasts. By the time she was reaching the end she just wanted it to end. Yet, the video had one last surprise for her.

“That was the journey of a girl who was just a waste to society, learning that she was made to be a cow. Now you may think this is a happy ending, she lives out the rest of her days being milked and her body being used like in was designed for. However, you would be wrong. You see, Vanessa was unable to accept her purpose and once she learned her udders were being used to entertain men, she left. She, like so many busty women out there are denying themselves happiness by refusing their purpose. Sadly, there is nothing we can do. If a cow refuses to realize what they are, we have to sit by a watch. Thank you for watching!” And as if one small jab, they show a picture of Vanessa and a link to purchase the dolls. Vanessa felt gross after watching the video. Scrolling through the comments, she felt even worse. People calling her a dumb cow who needs to be taught a lesson, and wishing busty cows like her were treated like the subhuman creatures they are. It was violating, and she felt stupid for ever agreeing to it. Yet, Vanessa took some solace from the fact that these people couldn’t do anything to her. Sure she was still milking herself for hours each day and night, but at least she wasn’t being treated like an object. She was a human, and there was nothing they could do about it.