The normal cows

Moon was watchin her masters inspection of the two new cows through the bars of her stallion.

It was strange to see the once so energetic girls act this lifeless. Moon knew she didn't act like her formal self either anymore, she just couldn't. But nothing about the way Bessie and Klara acted suggested those girls still had a mind of their own. Moon didn't know whether she was scared or jealous, but the new mods fascinated her. Was that her future?

'Moooo.' Her stallmate wanted moons attention.

'Hmm.' Moon gave her friend lipple a rough lick and the other girl closed her eyes in anticipation. She wanted Moon to suck the tension from her swollen udders.

Moon took one big nipple between her big wet lips and gently began sucking. Her mates milk was soft and light, not that different from her own, that was why they were paired together.

The cows all looked the same, with the exeption of Bessie and Klara. Every girl had two big udders hanging from their chest. Their hand and feet were replaced by clumsy hooves, and it was hard for them to stand up, let alone walk on less than all fours. Their naked skin was covered in black and white spots, and long sensitive tails sprouted from down their spines. Their black lips were always wet and they had sandpaper tounges as long as their forearms.

The master had modded their vocal organs to only be able to moo like a cow, and he had made their breasts explode with milk when not released twice a day.

And now Moon was helpinh her friend with reliesing the pressure.

Like all cows, the girl had nipples the size of a big finger. Shooting thick strains of milk when stimulated. Moon remembered how embarrassed she had felt when her udders had firs been used. Stange to think of that now it was something she so much looked foreward to every single day.

When Moon just couldn't drink any more, she let go of her friends udders and presented herself. The build-up of milk was already starting to hurt a bit. Milking was one of the best feelings her modded body knew. Especially when milked by a soft male toungue when a costumer had hired her. That was how paradise must feel like.