A little more preparation

Wrapped in the comfort of blackness, you rest against the bales of hay and straw provided to you after your stall had been cleaned with the hose that had been plugged up your ass. It feels good to be able to rest, even though you still stand on four legs. The gristle of the straw against your belly and the underside of your dangling udders bother you none. The warm liquid trapped within your bowels slowly seeps deeper and deeper, while the monstrous cock fucking your cow cunt continues to slowly plunge in and out of your womb.

You drift off, but not to sleep; distracted just enough to keep you from delving into another realm, not of this world. Not much fills your brain any longer, only need fills your body. The most basic of primal needs begins to consume you; the need for rest, the need for sleep, the need for food, the need for drink ... the need for protein enriched semen ... the need to be fucked ... the need to be milked ... the need to be bred!

The thought had initially terrified you, but so weakened and broken, you find yourself unable to fight the idea of it. The mere thought begins to actually cause a quiver in your loins, increasing lubrication to the bull cock fucking you, inviting it deeper yet.

"Mooooooooo" You coo as the pleasure builds from within, flooding your mind with images of yourself sporting an overly enlarged belly, grunting as you give birth to baby calves over and over again.

So lost in another world, you never register that your caretaker has left you alone for who knows how long. But you are acutely aware when he returns! He stands before you, appraising you once more. It takes a while for your shrinking brain to register that he is wearing an odd looking white coverall suit. His smile is extremely wide, his eyes glisten with a wicked flame dancing within as he dons a pair of blue latex gloves that stretch clear up to his elbows!

The plunging mechanical dildo is turned off and abruptly slid out of its slick sheath. The gaping hole stays splayed open, pent up cum oozing out of the orifice in thick globules. The dildo is disconnected from the machine. The excessive sluice covering the mammoth monster drips in visible rivers onto the blue latex gloves as he brings the brutish beast to your lips. Fear and panic begin to take over as you imagine your jaw being stretched even more than it already has. The taste of your sex, and the pungent smell of your release **** your senses as he drags the length along your lips and drooling tongue. The taste and smell are insanely intoxicating, causing your empty cavern to pulse with need once more. A mere glance at the girth and length of that also fills you with amazement and pride, knowing full well that was buried deep within your trenches. Your hips begin to wriggle and writhe in need once more, the straw and hay coarse against your belly.

He teases your lips, threatening to push the almost softball sized bulbous tip past your lips. You stretch and try your best to accommodate his intentions. There is no give in the hardened surface of the invader, yet it continues to push ever so slightly, once again igniting the pain sensors as your jaw is manually **** open to inhumane proportions. Your fat tongue hangs out, laving the underside. You are sure you will pass out if it goes any further, and to your relief its withdrawn. You gasp for much needed air, greedily slurping the sluice and saliva from the mighty shaft.

You're not sure how long this has been going on, but suddenly the oral **** had stopped. Your loverboy cowboy lays the destructing dildo off to the side. He then retrieves a bottle and squirts its oily contents in copious amounts into each hand. You watch as he rubs his hands together, spreading the slick substance all over the latex gloves.

The next thing you know, he has moved behind you and began giving manual attention to the vacated needy opening. Three fingers immediately dip into the opening and are quickly joined by another three from the other hand. You can feel as he stretches your labia, cool air filling the open cavern, causing a shudder to ripple through your entire body. A fourth finger is added to each hand, now gripping the walls, pulling them apart, while spreading the oily substance inside and outside. The pain is not as intense as you thought it might be given his manipulation, as you thrust your hips back for even more.

What happens next is nothing you could have ever imagined. Your companion curls his thumb and pushes forward, his large knuckles traversing past the outer sanctum. His entire fist is entrenched within your gaping hole, your muscles clamped around his wrist. Stretched and filled, the paw pushes yet deeper, unable to stop its advance, the lubricant too slick.

"Mooooooooo" It's all you can do, not sure if it's pain or pleasure that is coursing through you at this moment. A rolling tidal wave crashes continually, drowning you in its wake.

He is easily so deep, he's knocking on your cervix, nearly burying his elbow into your flowered opening. You can't breathe, the appendage, so large it is displacing your lungs. You linger on the precipice of passing out, only to be revived as he slowly withdraws back to his wrist. Again and again, he plunges deep stretching every fiber of every muscle, forcing its pliability without tearing the tender flesh. Time and time again, you are deprived of oxygen when he is elbow deep, his fist twisting and turning, opening up every hidden, tiny crevice, awakening nerve endings you never knew existed. Beads of sweat cover you entirely as you succumb to the ****, every ounce of fight leaving you, allowing you to relax and take even more.

You are vaguely aware that his hand has withdrawn to the point of nearly pulling out entirely. His fingers are still swimming in your sluice, your muscles loosely gripping the sides of his palm as he cups his hand. Your eyes are so hazed over that you can barely visualize the pink lotion he is squeezing from a large tube, onto his palm.

You relax as he balls his fist once more and pushes into familiar territory, your muscles easily gliding over the slick latex, back up to his elbow. However, now, buried deep within, fist pressed against your cervix, he begins to open his palm. His fingers, now coated with the pink lotion begin tracing the outline of your cervix, spreading the concoction over the tight ring.

"Mooooooooo" An odd warmth begins spreading from deep within and you can feel the muscular ring begin to relax. The fingers that were circling the ring are now pressing and circling within its relaxing grip. A single finger has gained entry and you nearly pass out once again, unsure why you are receiving this treatment. Two fingers are now within the innermost sanctum, opening the doors even wider, no longer able to slam them shut to foreign invaders. The pain is intense, yet the occupation of the territory excites you to no end. He tries to press a third past the ring, to no avail; however, in the process he smears some more lotion onto the ring and the inner walls.

Satisfied, he withdraws all the way out and circles back around front. With water-filled eyes, you watch as he methodically strips the gloves off his arms and meat hooks, the loud snapping of rubber filling the air. He strips off the white covering, now stained with your fluids and the concoction he spread inside you. He tosses everything into a nearby bin. He looks you in the eyes, and it's as if he can read your mind.

"Don't worry JERSEY GIRL. Not only will you be able to handle the bulls, but birthing will be so much easier now. I need to make sure I can get in and help with the birthing, and the lotion will loosen your cervix, as well as increase your fertility! You will breed a new generation to add to my herd."

His words barely register any more, the explanation matters none. You are a SLUT COW! Sex and milking the pressure are all that matter any more. Getting pregnant and delivering calves is just a biological byproduct.

"Just one more thing to do before we set you free into the fields."