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Visit to the Farm – Female Hucow SlutChapter 1, Jen’s ArrivalSixteen year old Jen disliked the long car ride. Not so much the ride itself, thedestination bummed her out. Why her parents insisted that shespend the summer at her Aunt’s farm was beyond her understanding.The thought of catering to smelly a****ls was beyond meredislike. Jen was a city girl. Not that the city smelled anyprettier. It was just that in Jen’s late teen years she haddiscovered the joys and wonders of the city. It seemed onlyrecently that Jen had blossomed out. Tall and full figured, Jenput many of her fellow female class mates to shame, Jen hadattracted more than her share of attention from the opposite sex.The beginnings of an adventure had been taken from Jen toreplaced the dullness and slowness of country life. At leastthis was Jen’s perception. A perception soon to shattered byreality.It was hot. The farm was located in an isolated portion ofcentral Florida. The car lacked such basics as air conditioning.Sitting next to an open window Jen did the best that she could.The top buttons of her blouse were now undone. Amble cleavagewas clearly evident.Turning through a sharp right bend on the unpaved road leading tothe farm a white house appeared. Tall southern pines lined theentrance on either side. Jen could see the farm extend from thegrounds behind the house. Jen could see a parallel pair of barnsbehind the house.A matronly appearing middle-aged woman greeted the approachingcar. “Welcome, Jen how you’ve developed! Pete, thanks fordelivering our Jen” Jen’s aunt gave Jen a good look over as Jenstepped from the car. Pete, who had done all of the drivingstretched as he finely got to stand. Pete had said little duringthe long drive. Upon first sight Jen thought him to be ratherstrange. All he wore was a pair of bid overalls and bootswithout a shirt.Jen’s aunt guided Jen through the front door. Jen was acutelyaware of her aunt’s arm about her shoulders. Fingers presseddeeply into her upper arm as if to test the firmness of the meat.Jen was shocked by the sight of a pair of naked toddlers. Perhaps three and the other five, the older one male, and theyounger one female, Jen’s entrance had interrupted their game ofblocks.Jen’s aunt bellowed out, “Margaret, my niece Jen is here. Comeout and say hello.”A young woman walked from the kithen. Like the c***dren, she wascompletely nude. Margerat wore nothing, but a dark all-over tanand a few rings piercing her pussy lips. Jen could see a babycradled in her arms was busily sucking milk from Margaret’s huge swingingbreasts. With a low demure tone of voice, Margaret greeted Jen.”Hi. Welcome to the farm. Aunte will surely find something foryou to do.” With that simple greeting, while making no apologiesfor her nudity, Margaret turned about and returned to thekitchen. As Margaret turned about, Jen couldn’t help notice themark on Margarte’s inner thigh, a lower case greek letter lambda.Pete followed Margaret with his hand placed on her well spacedbuttocks, breeding hips. Pete’s index finger pressed in-betweenMargaret’s anus crack to probe her twat. Margaret smiled as shefelt Pete’s touch. Jen was unprepared for the open anduninhibited show of affection. Jen surmised that Pete was thefather of at least some of Margaret’s brood.Not only bare foot and pregnant, but au natural as well, thoughtJen. This could be worse than she had imagined.Seeing Jen’s perplexed look, Jen’s aunt attempted an explanation.”We’re very isolated here. That coupled with the year round hotweather makes for quite a bit of informality, it‘s just easier going around naked most of the time. Pete’s my hired hand and Margaret is his wife. Pete needed someone and Margaretwas the answer. I’m so glad that I got her. It’s such a joyhaving the c***dren about.”Jen’s aunt spoke of Margaret as if she had been property.Jen quickly got settled. Jen’s aunt invited Jen to the familyroom for refreshments. Margaret, now having donned an apron, butstill bare-assed, served drinks. As Margaret bent over to servedrinks, Jen couldn’t help notice that Margaret’s lower regionswere completely hairless. At first sip Jen could taste thealcohol.Jen’s aunt started the conversation. “I do not know whetheranyone told you about our farm. Many things changed after theenactment of the new human livestock laws.”Jen perked up. Jen had only once been to a human butcher shop. Very high priced meat. Jen blushed as she remembered thebutcher’s assessment of her, sized up like a prize cow fit forslaughter. “So you’re into human cattle?””Yes, we specialize mostly in the dairy”, replied Jen’s aunt.”No barbecues?”, asked Jen.”Occasionally. Ever so often a human cow gets used up and needsto be disposed of. We also breed them.”Upon her aunt’s mentioning breeding Jen immediately thought ofMargaret. Jen felt her nether regions getting damp with visionsof forced mating, though perhaps not so much forced in Margaret’scase.”You need a tour. Pete, tomorrow come with us. I want to showJen around.”Jen had a difficult time sleeping that night. Besides thoughtsof what she would see tomorrow, sounds of sex could be clearlyheard. Pete and Margaret occupied a room next to hers. Jencould not mistake Margaret’s cries as she obtained orgasm. Morebreeding, thought Jen. Uncharacteristic of Jen, she slept in thenude that night. Perhaps her aunt’s drinks had something to dowith how she felt. Jen felt flushed. The evening’s encounterwas all too much for her. Jen’s fingers located the sweet spotof her nether region to bring her off.Ch.2 Jen, the New Farm handJen’s tour began with the left most and the longest of the twoparallel barns. Jen had expected Pete to lead the way, but onlyher aunt was with her. Jen wore a pair of jeans and a tightfitting tank top. Her ample charms were well displayed. As heraunt opened the double pair of end doors Jen was shocked by whatshe saw. At the far end of the barn Pete was leading in theherd. By the appearance of the centrally located apparatus thiswas the milking barn. Pairs of suction cups hung from theceiling. Though Jen already knew that the herd was human “cows”, thesight of over fifty naked human females being marched to bemilked, shocked her nevertheless. The naked women were young,Jen’s age or not much older, and they all had very large breasts, also just like Jen. Except for a crew cut, all were totally hairless as well, including their pussies and assholes. Jen’s aunt explained that the herd had just had their heads shaved. They would let the head hair grow out for a tri-monthly harvest. Jen also observed that many of thewomen, or cows as her aunt would refer to them as, were pregnant.The cows very large breasts were tipped with two inch long nipples. As the first of the human cows neared the entrance where Jen andher aunt stood, Jen could see the same mark as Jen had seen onMargaret, a lower case lambda, on the cows inner thigh. The cows avoided Jen’s stare. Walking up to their positions inthe milking barn the cows were intent on only a single thing, therelieveing of the intense pressure in their swollen milk bag tits that they experienced twice a day.Without taking her eyes off the scene developing before her, Jenhad a series of questions for her aunt. “Where do you get them?None of my gym-class mates had breasts anything like those. Ididn’t know that nipples could get so long. Is it a geneticmodification?”Responding to Jen’s last question first, her aunt replied. “Howperceptive of you Jen. Well yes the breast modifications areinduced genetic changes. The udders tend to increase in size asthe cows start receiving regular milking. The long nipples arecreated by us, we stretch them out with weights until they’re ready to be milked. They’re easier to pump them that way. As to where weget the cows, I buy them at auction. Condemned criminals, runaways,or simply daughters from families that no longer want them, thereare many ways for women to become cattle.” Jen bit her lip afterhearing the last condition. There was a fine line between beingan annoyance and becoming cattle.Walking down the length of the milking barn, Jen watched Petehurry from cow to cow attaching canlı bahis the udders to the suction cups. Each cow was secured by kneeling down upon a huge plastic phallus thatlodged firmly within their well lubricated cunts. Her aunt explained that the cows had their cunts and assholes stretched regularly so they could accommodate breeding with real bulls, to keep them in their place as cows. Jen could seeseveral of the cows achieve orgasm as they were milked. Milkflowed in clear plastic tubes to fill a central collection tank.The smell reminded Jen of her high school gym locker room. Themusky scent of over fifty sweating female bodies filled theinterior air of the barn. Jen was no lesbian, but Jen found thesmell pleasant nevertheless.Jen also noticed that none of the human cows spoke. Stoppingnear one cow, Jen spotted a scar on the neck. Without needing tobe asked, Jen’s aunt verbalized an explanation. “We also cuttheir vocal cords.””What about Margaret? She has the same mark on her thigh.”,asked Jen.”Margaret is an exception. I bought her at auction as a rewardto Pete and had her only partially modified. In this job market,good handlers are hard to find. I needed to find something tokeep him here. A good employer finds non-financial incentives tokeep her employees happy.”It took over two hours for the milking to be completed. Afterwards Pete directed the cows to an open air pen where theywould spend the day. Plenty of water and food, a special bend ofcereal grains, was provided for them. Promptly around threeo’clock the milking process would be repeated. The cows slept ina separate adjoining barn.After the milking, as Jen stood by the fence penning in the herdof human cattle, her aunt approached her. She had an excitedlook upon her face. “Pete informs me that we’re in for a treat.One of the cows is in heat. You’re going to witness your firstmating.”Breeding occurred in the open air. In a fenced off area out ofview of the herd’s pen, Pete had the female to be mated securelytied to a wooden frame. Bent over at the waist, the human cow’s spreadcunt was exposed for all to see. Jen could see the cow whimperunder her bounds. The cow continuously flexed the muscles of herabdomen in anticipation of a trusting male appendage.Jen wondered who would do the honors. She did not have long towait. Jen saw her aunt come from the smaller parallel barn witha naked man. Guided forward with a cattle prod, her auntdirected the man to within inches of the bound female. The manwas of moderate height and broadly built. Definitely a jockthought Jen. Dark skinned, possibly a mulatto, Jen’s eyes weredrawn to the man’s sexual organ. The penis was giganatic, over a footlong, already stiff and erect. The sight and smell of the boundfemale was all that it took. Though Jen wasn’t sure, she hadn’tbeen that sluty, the testicles seemed to be overly large as well.Staring at the naked man, Jen asked her aunt a question. “Do yougenetically modify them too?””Oh yes, we breed the bulls to have extra large cocks and balls. Jen I’ll need your help.”Jen hestitated with fear. She feared having to get involved.”Jen, I need you to guide the bull’s penis into the cow’s cunt.There’s no time like the present to start helping out. Hereevery body works.”Not wishing to be rude, Jen stepped between the bull and the cow.The bull’s hands were bound behind his back. Gingerly Jenreached out and grasped the huge protruding male appendage. It feltfirm to the touch. With her fingers Jen felt the penis’s length and width.Jen felt the penis swell as her fingers massaged it. Shesurprised herself by actually enjoying the penis’s feel in herhand. It felt more like a large sausage than a cock, even with both hands, her fingers could barely go all the way around. Jen knew that a pussy could expand at birth for the head and shoulders of a baby, but getting fucked with a cock that big would be real abuse if it weren’t for the stretching program the cows went through ahead of time. The stud’s cock was at least as big around as a bull cock and about 18 inches long. “That’s good. You’re a natural Jen. Now guide the penis to thecow’s cunt. She’s already wet and ready for him.”The bull seemed to know what to do more than Jen did. His aimwas good. With her fingers of Jen’s other hand, Jen widened thecow’s vaginal opening and directed the penis to the entrance. Jen barely had time to withdraw her hands as the bull thrust hisbody forward impaling the cow with his stiff male shaft. Donethis before, hey big fellow, thought Jen.The whole process didn’t take long. After about a half a dozenthrusts the male made a series of short rhythmic thrusts andpaused. All this time, the tightly bound human cow inhaled deeplywhile matching, within the limits of her bondage, the bull’sthrusting motion. White semen leaked from the cow’s pussy.Jen’s aunt commented on the outcome. “We’ll repeat the mating ofthese two over the next few days. My cows are very fertile, but a good vigorous fucking always helps get the semen up into the cow cunts. Asuccessful impregnation shouldn’t take long to achieve. Petewill take care of the cow. Jen, you come with me back to thebull’s barn. It’s clean up time. The bulls need quite a bit ofmaintenance.”So this was to be Jen’s job, taking care of the human bulls. With some trepidation, Jen dutifully followed her aunt to thebarn of the human bulls.Jen’s aunt showed Jen how to secure the bull. Another humanbull, lighter skinned, but having a build similar to that of thedark skinned one, had already been secured in the cleansing area.With the hands cuffed to a ceiling frame member and the feetcuffed to rings attached to the cement floor neither bull coulddo much of anything.The cleansing room had the feel of a sauna. Humid and evenhotter than outside, Jen’s clothes clung to her body. Jen’s auntrecommended a remedy. “I advise you to strip naked. It’s much morecomfortable around here nude.” With that Jen’s aunt lifted her dressover her head. She wore nothing underneath. Kicking off hershoes, Jen’s aunt was soon as naked as the male studs that had justbeen secured. For her age, her body was in pretty good shape.Oh what the hell thought Jen. When in Rome, do as the Romans. Jen pulled off her tank top followed by letting her jeans fall tothe floor. Soon Jen too was bare assed naked.Jen’s aunt smiled as she instructed Jen on how to proceed. WithJen working on the dark skinned male her aunt instructed on thelight skinned male. “First give the bull a good hosing down. Then soap em up. Give particular attention to their cock and balls. Ofcourse that’s the source of their value.”Jen had no problem with the hosing down part. Soaping up felt abit strange, particularly after the dark skinned bull, despitehis recent copulation, achieved a hard-on as Jen lathered up hispenis. Jen blushed deeply.Seeing the state of Jen’s charge, her aunt laughed. “hey, helikes you. Don’t worry, that happens all the time. You’ll getuse to it. Just jack em off, it keeps em happy.”Jen had never given any of her previous boyfriends a hand job. Afirst time for everything. With a smooth back and forth motion,Jen proceeded to masturbate the human bull cock. After about a dozenstrokes a giant stream of white semen erupted from the bull’s penis. Jen felt the penis swell in her hand. Without thinking about it,she licked the semen from her hand.After the washing of the bulls the bulls were returned to theircages. The daily care of the bulls would be Jen’s job from hereon out.The weather was warm and sunny. Both Jen and her aunt walkedback to the house nude. On their way the pair passed Margaret. Margaret was working in the garden. Nude as usual, her youngc***dren assisted by turning up dirt with tiny shovels.Jen and her aunt spent the remainder of the day nude. Jen hadn’tconsidered herself a nudist, but here on the human milk farm constant nuditysuddenly seemed to be the way to be.Jen was beginning to like her aunt. As they sat in her aunt’skitchen nude drinking coffee, Jen’s aunt remarked about Jen’spatch of public fur. Jen always kept her lower regions neatlytrimmed. Without any hesitation Jen spread her bahis siteleri legs apart tooffer her aunt a better view. “You should let Pete dip you. You’ll never have to shave again.”Sitting there stark naked, Jen was feeling adventurous. “What’sa dip?””Oh we dip all of out cattle in a hair removal solution. Itactually feels good. The effect is permanent. Just make sure tokeep your head hair out of the dip. I’ve got an old bathing capthat will provide suitable protection.”For a fleeting moment Jen experienced a touch of apprehension. To be treated like cattle was scary. The feeling quickly lefther. Once again feeling adventurous Jen agreed to being dipped.At that precise moment, as if on clue, Pete came walking back tothe house. Without bothering to dress, Jen’s aunt interceptedhim. Pete showed no reaction to her aunt’s nudity. Apparentlyhe had seen her that way many times before. “Jen wants to bedipped. Can you get the dipping bath ready?””No problem. Give me ten minutes and I’ll have it set up.”A little while later Jen and her aunt walked outside to wherePete had set up the dipping tub. The tub was filled with a thickliquid. Not unpleasant smelling, the tub looked as if it mightbe something one would encounter at a high priced health spa. “How do I get in?” questioned Jen. Having donned the bathingcap, Pete simply picked Jen up in his arms and set her into thetube. Standing, Pete then proceeded to scrub Jen from her neckon down. As he did so off came her body hair. As Pete reachedJen’s nether region, Jen couldn’t help become aroused. With ssudden boldness Jen placed her hand over Pete’s crotch. Feelingwith her fingers Jen caressed the outline of Pete’s penis. Though certainly not as large as those of the human bulls Pete’spenis seemed quite impressive. Feeling very horny, Jen wonderedif Margaret would object. Pete made no attempt to remove Jen’scaressing hand.Soon her public mound was perfectly bald. Jen noticed that Petehad no hair on his arms or chest. Jen remembered her aunt’scomment. All cattle get dipped. Jen wondered whether thatstatement extended to the hired help.After Pete lifted Jen from the dipping bathe he took a hose andrinsed Jen off. The water was cold. Jen did not complain. Shefelt good after her hair removal.Pete offered some advice. “You may tingle a bit all over, butthat should pass by tomorrow morning.”Jen thanked Pete for his labor and returned to the house. Farmlife may be agreeable after all.Ch.3 Jen Settles InConsidering both Jen’s work environment and the attitudes of theco-workers, Jen decided to go her work on the farm in the nude. Somehow walking around nude seemed the natural thing to do. Jen’s aunt’s non-verbal signals indicated the appropriateness ofher decision.Matings of the bulls to the human cows continued. An additionalduty bestowed upon Jen was the monitoring of the cow’s monthlycycles. Learning at Pete’s side, Jen became adroit at predictingthe best times to bring the bulls over to sexually service thefemales. Many new pregnancies resulted.Though the days went by well, the nights were tough. Jencontinued to hear Pete and Margaret go at it. Night after nightJen heard the pair’s vigorous sexual activities. They made noattempt to mask it. If sometimes seemed that they were teasingher. Jen’s needs continued to grow.Things were made more difficult by Pete’s professional attitude.One might think that the presence of a naked young woman in one’svicinity would alter one’s behavior, not Pete. He remainedentirely geared to doing what ever was needed to get the jobdone. Nothing, not even a pat on Jen’s bare behind. At mealtimes Jen would tease Pete by keeping her legs widely spreadapart while facing him. Obvious to everyone at the table, Jenwould alternatively dip a finger in the moistness of her pussyfollowed licking off the collected juices. Jen was becomingbolder as the days went by. Exhibitionism that only a few daysago Jen would never of dreamed of became commonplace. Jen wasunderstandably beside herself. A plot to drive her nuts, Jenthought. Though at the time Jen didn’t know it, she was almostright.One day after breakfast Jen paused in the kitchen. As wasMargaret’s habit, Pete’s bed companion had busied herself withthe post breakfast clean up. Her hands busied themselves washingdishes while her baby, suspended in a sling like contraptionabout Margaret’s right shoulder sucked milk from Margaret’s rightbreast. It seemed all so natural, thought Jen. Jen saw this asan opportunity to gather some background information. The twonaked women stood side by side and conversed.”Margaret, my aunt tells me that she purchased you specificallyfor Pete. Doesn’t that make you feel a tiny bit odd?”, Jeninquired.Margaret replied, but without taking her attention from thekitchen duties. “At first it did, but over time things changed.I came to realize how lucky I was. You see I was a run-away.”Jen knew what that meant. u******e run-aways, particularlyfemale run-aways, were subject to the human livestock conversionlaws. “Things must have been pretty bad for you to become arun-away. To take such a risk has to be an undertaking of lastresort.”Margaret nodded her head in agreement. “You don’t know the halfof it. I don’t want to get into specifics, let me simply saythat things at home were rather bad. Of course I got caught. Iwas part way through the conversion process, on my way tobecoming some ones dinner, when your aunt picked me up. Then Imeant Pete.”Jen chucked. “Love at first sight?””No not really, at first I only went through the motions. I letPete take me. Either that or become a cow. Slowly my attitudebegan to change. I came to realize that I could have somethinghere that I never really had before, a family. Over time, youraunt’s farm had an effect on me. I came to accept Pete and hisneeds, which in turn became my needs. You stay here long enoughand you’ll see. Now get going, I know how much fun it is tochit-chat, but the bulls need your attention. The thought ofthose long stiff pricks make me horny.”Jen hurried from the house to the bull’s barn. She had been atthe farm for about a month now and most of the needed couplingsof the human bulls to human cows had been successfully completed.Despite this the bulls seemed to require even more of Jen’sattention. The nature of her service to the bulls became moresexual. No one commanded Jen to become the bull’s whore. Likeso many things on her aunt’s farm it seemed to be the naturalthing to do.In only a month Jen had become quite comfortable around the humanbulls. Though a cattle prod was at the ready just in case, shenever needed it. The effect of the bull’s conditioning was toogreat. This morning Jen directed the Caucasian bull out of hiscage to the cleansing area. “Get your hands up. That’s a goodboy.” With the bull in position Jen clamped first the bull’swrists followed by the bull’s ankles. After a quick rinse Jenbegan to soap up the bull’s body. This bull hadn’t mated inabout a week. As Jen stood in front of the human bull herbreasts rubbed against his chest. Almost simultaneously bothJen’s nipples and the bull’s penis hardened. Jen began todeliberately rub herself against the bull. It felt so good. Getting to the bull’s penis Jen took her time. Rubbingvigorously Jen surrounded the bull’s penis with a rich lather. The bull grunted as Jen slid her hand along the penis’s length. Speaking to the bull as if he could understand, though perhaps hedid, Jen wasn’t sure how far the conversion process had beentaken, Jen commented on the bull’s potential sexual prowess. “You’re quite well endowed. I think that I would like to dosomething different today.” Up till now when presented with abull in such an erect state she would of simply jacked him off. Jen was getting desperate. Listening to Margaret and Pete do itnight after night was having an effect on Jen. No one botheredJen while she was attending to the human bulls. Jen wasliterally holding in hands the means to her sexual salvation.Jen positioned a cot in the center of the cleansing room. Working quickly she released the bull from his bounds. Layingdown upon the cot Jen spread her legs güvenilir bahis apart. In the hot dampnessof the cleansing room perspiration dripped from her body. Herhair hung in disheveled clumps about her head. Taking thefingers of her right hand Jen probed the inner region of hervagina. She was already moist and ready. Speaking to the humanbull, Jen commanded, “Come here”.For a moment the bull just stood in front of the prone Jen. Hispenis stood straight out, throbbing as blood was forced into thehard staff of flesh. Conditioned for basic maleness the bullneeded relief almost as much as Jen did. Falling upon Jen thebull aimed his fleshy staff to the entrance of Jen’s cunt. Jencryed out as the bull’s aim was true. Jen’s pussy wasn’t as stretched out as the cows, but it soon would be. With powerful thrusts the bull forced himself ever deeper into Jen‘s cunt, widening it out with each thrust. Jen reciprocated, meeting the bull’s retraction with an upward thrust of her hips.Soon the bodies of Jen and the human bull blended together into asingle rhythmic smooth motion. Jen was amazed that she had as littletrouble accommodating the bull’s sizable member, her horny pussy must be making it‘s own sex juice. She pushed up her hips to capture more of the bull’s penis. Deeper and deeperJen sought the penis to penetrate. Then feeling her release athand, Jen hastened her movements. As the bull matched Jen’sspeed Jen wailed as her orgasm pulsed throughout her body. Almost immediately afterward jets of white creamy semen began topump into Jen. Its voluminous quantity leaked out of her pussyto drip down her thighs. Jen had finally found what she needed.Jen made sex with the bulls a regular part of the cleansingprocess. Sometimes she would have the white bull, sometimes theblack one, and sometimes both at once. Jen loved having one bulltake her from behind while she sucked on the other’s penis. Nolonger did Jen shackle the bulls in position for cleaning. Obediently the bulls would stand at attention as Jen washed them,both before and after their daily sex act.Besides the satisfaction that came from ordinary intercourse, Jenbecame particularly addicted to the human bull’s semen. Jencouldn’t get enough of the white stuff. In her previous life,before the farm, Jen had performed oral sex on her boyfriends. She had never enjoyed swallowing the after effects. The bull’ssemen was different. Jen couldn’t quite make what it was thatmade the human bull semen so special, but whatever it was Jen nowlikened the human bull’s semen to the sweetest candy.Besides having sex with the human bulls other aspects of Jen’sbehavior changed. Previously Jen would put on at least a fewgarments in-between her duties with the bulls. Now Jen spent hertime on the farm continually nude. She didn’t even notice whenher aunt discarded Jen’s entire wardrobe. “You no longer needthese”, her aunt had remarked. It was as if everyone, but Jenherself, knew that something about her had changed.After a few months Jen’s appearance hand changed. Besides a darkall-over tan, Jen’s breasts had become firmer and fuller. Thenipples were longer and stiffer. Jen briefly wondered what hadprecipitated the changes to her body, a change of diet perhaps. The thought brought a smile to Jen’s face. There definitely hadbeen a change of diet, she was now getting a lot more protein,bull protein.One day Jen’s aunt had an announcement to make. “I think thatthis is an appropriate time. Jen needs to be marked. Pete, getthe branding iron ready.”Upon hearing the words, branding iron, Jen tensed. Havingcompleted her morning cleansing session with the bulls, with ofcourse the usual sexual part, Jen had been relaxing in the sun. Jen’s legs were spread apart letting the warmth of the sun soothher ravished, yet satisfied, inner parts.Before Jen could get up Margaret was upon her, pinning down Jen’slegs. Pete already had the branding iron ready. Unknown to Jenhe had been forewarned. All morning the branding iron had beenheating up in an old cook out grill. Jen stared in horror asPete brought the branding iron close to her unblemished flesh. The iron glowed red hot.Pete got ready to do the deed. “This will only hurt for amoment.” Knelling above the prone Jen, Pete aimed the iron ather inner thigh. Margaret held Jen down. As Jen’s aunt held herface away, Pete pressed forward the branding iron. Jen screamedas the pain of the burning iron seared into her. After a countto ten, a time that seemed like an eternity to Jen, Pete withdrewthe iron. Jen was marked.Jen was released from her duties with the bulls for the next fewdays as her new mark healed. Margaret, relishing the task,filled in for her. Jen disliked the thought of Margaret takingcare of her bulls. Margaret was always quite the slut. Jen’saunt tended to Jen. Jen was too weak to protest as her auntinjected Jen with an unknown fluid. “It’s Medicine”, her aunttold Jen. Dazed in a half stupor Jen wasn’t in any condition toprotest.When Jen finally fully awoke as she got up she felt different. Her breasts, normally large, felt particularly heavy. Jen felt apressure within her breasts unlike anything that she hadpreviously experienced. Her nipples were hard, rigid, and a bitlonger than normal. Lifting her right breast with her left handJen caressed the nipple with the fingers of her opposite hand. Awhite fluid escaped from the simulated nipple and dripped downJen’s chest. Jen was lactating.”Aunte, Margaret!”, Jen cried out. As Jen walked to her bedroomdoor, which had remained open during the entire time since herbranding, Jen felt a minor cramp in her lower abdomen. A wave ofnausea then swept over her. With one hand on her stomach, Jensteadied herself by leaning against the door frame.Margaret appeared at the entrance to Jen’s bedroom. “Carefulgirl, you need to take it easy. No sudden moves for a person inyour condition.”Jen responded angrily, “And just what condition am I in? Whatdid you people do to me?”Jen’s aunt appeared beside Margaret. “What you did to yourselfis more like it. I just speeded things up a bit. You made thechoice.”Jen appeared confused.Her aunt continued. “You lie with a bull, you get a calf.”In the parlance of the farm, Jen understood what her aunt wassaying. She was pregnant. Jen had thought she had been keepingher escapades with the human bulls a secret, how wrong she was. “I’m already producing milk, is that your work?”Jen’s aunt nodded her head in the affirmative. “Sooner or later,sooner is better. Besides you’ll produce much more milk now,more than your offspring will need. By all rights I should haveyou fully converted. Your parents wanted just that. On theother hand, I’ve always liked you. From early on I could seethat you had potential. I think that I’ll let you keep yourvoice and have you become our house cow. There is nothing likefresh milk straight from the udder for one’s morning cereal.”Her aunt’s words stunned Jen. Her parents wanted her to become acow. She had never realized.Margaret helped Jen to the kitchen. Placing a pan underneathJen’s breasts Margaret directed Jen to lean forward so that hertips of her breasts aimed for the pan. Standing behind JenMargaret reached around her to rub Jen’s stiff nipples. Margaretknew just what to do. She started milking Jen’s teats and jets of white milk shot out into the pan.Jen looked aghast as Margaret hand milked her swollen udders. “Are you going tohave do to this every morning?”Margaret smiled. “No, only for now till your nipples grow more.Then you may be machine milked, just like the two-legged dairycows.”Jen, the milk cow house slut. In the days that followed Jen resumed herduties taking care of the bulls. Each morning Margaret wouldmilk Jen. Jen came to enjoy being milked. Besides relieving thepressure the process was sexually simulating. Fortunately theaddition of a new batch of cows necessitated more couplings withthe bulls. It was just as well, as the girth of Jen’s bellyincreased so did her sexual desire decrease. Everything in itsseason, the bulls would need Jen once again. She would be their relief slut, fucking all the bulls to drain the excess sperm in their cocks. As her time to givebirth grew near, Jen felt the mark on her inner thigh. Thinkingto herself, Jen reflected on her situation. There are many waysfor a woman to become a cow and she loved being a milk slut hucow.end

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