Rough shape...

Amanda grunted as the farmhand thrust his cock in and out of her tight asshole. She had just for the first time felt a man's cock wedge its way inside her rear tunnel. It hurt and was only eased by the machine tugging more painfully at her drained tits.

Her milk had come in and now sat in a clear container at the end of the machine in her clear view. It was humiliating to be used like such cattle and discarded like she had been. A rough slap on her ass brought her attention off the container and off the milking machine.

"Not a bad hole to fuck...its much tighter than that bred cunt of yours." He said pulling out. "Best save this load for a worthy womb..." he said leaving Amanda alone.

The Vet entered as the man left and moved to Amanda's milking machine turning it off. "Not bad for a first time. I've seen worse but you better hope production increases or you won't be worth feeding." He said pulling the cups off her drained tits.

His hands felt strangely comforting as they massaged her drained tits and largely swollen areola around her nipples. He unlocked her from the milking frame and she saw again in a mirror how her body had already began to make changes for her new life as a Hucow.

She was led back to her stall and locked in place by an ankle chain. She ran her hands over her swollen tits feeling them begin to reproduce more milk. They already looked bigger as she ran a hand down her currently flat belly wondering how it would look swollen in the coming months. Her fingers trailed lower as the degradation she'd endured fired up a dark side of Amanda she loathed.

"Perhaps if I'm fingering myself one of those studs will let me suck them before they breed one of those new sows I saw enter today." She thought to herself as her fingers rubbed her clit and drove deep into her wet pussy.