Rescued?

"In other news, a Human Cow Farm was discovered and raided by Law Enforcement last night. The Infamous Farmer Dalton is now in custody along with his conspirators while the women he had turned into his Dairy-Distributing Damsels are being helped in their reintegration with society. In order news..."

You were being moved to another Farm when you were "rescued" and now you have to be a regular Human Woman again.

"Oh gooooood, Doug!" In the other room, your old best friend Stacy rides your husband Doug. With no other family, you'd been sent to Doug once your identity had been verified.

"Quiet down you dumb slut, Bre might be awake!" The sound of a loud slap comes and you hear a feminine whimper. You let out a low whine, the pair of them are making it worse!

Over five years of near-constant sex and breeding had left you very different from the Slut Wife Bre you once were. Your ass was a dumptruck, you couldn't walk without your cheeks clapping. Your udders, you couldn't call them anything else, were not only large, their milk output meant you were still selling milk. Your pussy was plump and swollen, eating anything you wore that wasn't a skirt or dress

You found the angle grinder and changed the disc and attachments so you could again flatten out your cow horns. While you preferred to show them off, liking how they looked, people had expectations of HuCows and you were being pushed as part of your rehabilitation to embrace your Humanity again.

It was difficult when any touch from a man had your fat cunt gushing and milk almost always leaking from the teats of your heavy udders.

You stayed in Doug's spare room, while he and Stacy slept, and fucked in the main bedroom, where you used to sleep. Where you used to ride Doug while telling him about all the guys you'd sleep with.

Stacy was just Doug's slut though, he hadn't divorced you and hadn't filed for it when you were found and returned to him. He says he's been fucking Stacy since you disappeared. Your BFF seems fine with it, probably because she's the one getting all of the cock.

Moo!

You moaned (mooed) in frustration. You were soooo horny! You needed to be fucked! You needed to be bred! Your hands and your toys just don't, no, they never worked. You needed to do something. You had your weekly therapy session later, you'd need to tell your therapist.