Betsy Becomes a Hucow! Pt. 02

Part 2 – Milky Release

The following days felt like both short moments and agonizing weeks to Betsy. She was kept alone in her room for many hours of the day. It was hard for her to sleep, but sheer exhaustion caused her to get a few hours sporadically and randomly. The constant for Betsy, the aching of her breasts, was the only thing she could focus on. They were her greatest pain, and her greatest salvation. The constant agony from her bosom let other aspects of Betsy fade away. Shame, embarrassment, they were nothing compared to what Betsy felt now.

Betsy had occasionally been wheeled out to the yard to relieve herself, but she was never detached from the frame, instead just pissing and shitting straight to the ground, with Patrice cleaning Betsy off afterwards. Occasionally, Betsy thought she saw Tanya, or another girl she recognized, but they were kept far enough that Betsy could never be sure.

While Betsy couldn’t truly tell the days apart, when she was instead wheeled to a different location of the facility, she figured it must be the seventh day. This time, she was brought back into the doctor’s office. Betsy dared to look upwards, and saw Jenkins, a proud smile on his face.

“Wow, she really did it.” he said. “Congratulations Betsy, you officially have the largest boobs out of any hucow on the farm. Your K cups are award worthy.”

Patrice, who had wheeled Betsy here, was very excited too. “You’ve done such a good job. I’m proud of you Betsy, you’re such a wonderful hucow,” she said.

A few days ago, Betsy might have relished in the compliments. But the compliments weren’t enough to break Betsy’s focus on her breasts.

“Ok Patrice, since you raised her, you get the honor of performing Betsy’s first milking. I have to check on a sick hucow, I’ll see you later,” Jenkins said, as he walked out of the room.

That sentence made Betsy really excited. She would finally be free of the torment. Betsy started getting wet, and could feel liquid drip from her exposed pussy down her legs.

Patrice rolled Betsy into an adjacent room. There was a large hucow milker. It was made up of a large vat, two tubes with suction cups, and a monitor to display information.

“Hold still for me, okay Betsy?” Patrice asked.

“Yes Miss,” Betsy replied. Before hooking Betsy’s breasts up to the machine, Patrice put a few sensor pads on Betsy’s body. It tracked her heart rate, fluid levels, and most importantly how much milk Betsy would produce. Then, two tubers were hooked up to Betsy’s breasts. As Patrice touched Betsy’s tits, little squirts of milk came out, a sign Betsy was burgeoning and ready to be milked.

Then, Patrice stepped behind Betsy, and she stripped naked. “I’m really excited for you Betsy, you are a lot of fun to fuck,” she said. Patrice put on a massive strapon, it must’ve been 8 or 9 inches long. Betsy looked at the strapon fearfully.

“Though it’s not as apparent as your boobs, other parts of your body have learned to stretch this past week,” Patrice said. “I’m sure you can handle it.”

Patrice unscrewed a lid, dipped her hand into lube, and started working her way through Betsy’s behind. Betsy felt her vagina stretch it ways it hadn’t before. Betsy had never stuck much up there, yet Patrice was using both hands to open her flaps.

Betsy felt the strapon begin to poke her. Slowly, it slid far into Betsy, until she could feel the warmth of Patrice’s waist at her ass. God, Patrice really was good with that lube. The anticipation was killing Betsy, she was on the brink of breaking down. Finally, with a simple flick of a lever, Patrice turned on the milker..

Pressure immediately shot up into Betsy’s tits, and they exploded with a heavy stream of milk. It was heaven. Her composure broke, as Betsy came with an equally large stream of squirt hitting the floor. Just the milking itself gave Betsy an orgasm.

Betsy continued like that for a minute, until she felt the milk from her tits slowing down. That was when Patrice stepped in. She began thrusting with her strapon. Each push inside Betsy’s pussy squirted out the milk more and more. Betsy came again and again. When the milk slowed down again, Patrice switched to Betsy’s ass and began pounding there.

“Give me a moo Betsy!” Patrice cried.

“Moooo.”

“Louder!”

“Mooooo!”

“Even louder!”

“MOOOOO!” Betsy screamed at the top of her lungs. This feeling was amazing like nothing before. Betsy’s moans turned into moos, it felt right in this moment.

Patrice kept switching between Betsy’s pussy and ass. Betsy never knew where she would pound next. Betsy wasn’t thinking like a human before, and was in a deep instinctual trance. It was strange to Betsy, Patrice was a lot smaller than her, but she had perfect control over Betsy’s body. Patrice was the human, and Betsy was just the cow.

Finally, Betsy’s boobs emptied, and her tits popped off the tubes. Patrice kept going for another few minutes, to make sure, but afterward she let Betsy ataşehir escort collapse. Betsy laid there on the floor, covered in her sweat and squirt. It was beautiful.

Patrice walked over to a panel on the milker. “My goodness, 1.3 gallons. That’s more than I’ve ever seen on a single hucow. You’ve done a great job Betsy,” Patrice said.

A weak smile crossed Betsy’s face, it was all she could muster. Betsy was struck by how exhausted she was. It was the first time in the last few days she had been able to think clearly. Her back was incredibly sore, but she knew it would be alright

“Well now…” Patrice said. “You’re an official hucow.”

Patrice unhooked Betsy from the machine. She grabbed a few gummies from a bottle on a shelf, and she opened Betsy’s mouth and placed them inside. It felt weird for Betsy to be hand fed, but not much was bothering her anymore.

“Alright Betsy, we just need to go through a few more quick things,” Patrice began. “First, since you weren’t bought at an auction house, you were never chipped. Let me do that for you right now.” Patrice grabbed a small syringe, lifted up Betsy’s left tit, and injected her with the chip.

“We had to wait until your udders were empty, didn’t want to mess with the milk!” Patrice giggled.

Betsy wanted to ask about the chip, but she also remembered that she wasn’t supposed to talk unprompted. So she took her head, and began brushing it against her left breast.

“Oh Betsy, don’t worry about that.” Patrice said. “The chip allows us to track you, and have access to some of your health basics, like temperature, blood pressure, things like that. And also because it’s in your boob, it’ll give us a rough estimate of your milk production.”

That sounded alright to Betsy. The idea of being tracked didn’t feel great, but it wasn’t like she would be having any alone time anyway.

“Next thing Betsy, what do you want to do about your hair?” Patrice asked, as she began running her hands through Betsy’s brown locks. “It’s nice and long, but that can be a big bother when it gets dirty out in the field. A lot of farms cut hucow hair or even shave them bald, but I would hate to do that to such a pretty little cow.”

“I can do four things to you Betsy,” Patrice continued. “I can leave your hair as is, I can bind it in a tight bun, I can cut it short, or I can fully shave your head. It’s up to you.”

Betsy thought for a moment. She knew it could be trouble, but she loved her hair. “I want to keep it,”

Patrice flashed Betsy a smile. “One last thing,” she said, as Patrice took off a bell from the shelf, and attached it to Betsy’s collar. “The other hucows are going to be out in the yard for another 2 hours, if you want to go out there and take a nap.”

Rest sounded great to Betsy right now, although sleeping in the dirt did not sound fun. Regardless, she didn’t have a choice.

Betsy was leashed up, and she followed Patrice out into the hallway. Betsy instinctively tried to take a few steps to follow, but she quickly slipped and was caught in Patrice’s arms.

“That’s a side effect of all the drugs you take,” Patrice says. “Your sense of balance is messed up by them and your heavy breasts. You’re a hucow, it’s best for you to crawl.”

Betsy was carefully loaded to the ground, now with full control of her arms. She began to crawl just like any other hucow. It was strange to Betsy how natural it felt to be crawling naked through the hallway. Before, Betsy had been a naked woman. Humans were supposed to be clothed. The collar and handcuffs were a source of embarrassment. But now Betsy was a hucow. She was an animal. It would be weirder if she was wearing clothes.

Betsy then felt the cold air of the yard greet her. She looked out at the field, and saw a pasteur of hucows just like her. It was fulfilling, she was now one of them.

Patrice leaned down and unleashed Betsy, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and left Betsy alone. Betsy was excited to be out in the yard by herself, but she also felt worn out from being fucked and milked. She trotted around the yard and found a corner of the dirt to sleep in. It was warm, maybe from someone just peeing there? But it didn’t matter to Betsy. She simply slumped down on her back and closed her eyes.

Pretty soon, some of the other hucows joined her. One nestled up right beside Betsy. Another decided to lay on top of the two of them. The third girl’s vagina was right in Betsy’s face, but she didn’t mind anymore. The warmth of their naked bodies was comforting, and Betsy drifted off into sleep.

Betsy was woken up by the sound of a bell. Sluggishly, she rose, and watched as all the hucows in the yard began getting up and walking towards the bell. Betsy followed them inside a large warehouse. She remembered this place as the feeding area. While Betsy watched all of her lessons, and most of the details were repeated day after day, she struggled to remember most of it. Her boobs had been a big distraction.

The escort ataşehir area was filled with incredibly long feeding and watering troughs. Here, hucows would eat their meals together. The floor was covered in straw, like most of the regular hucow areas. Betsy then was able to spot Tanya in the crowd. Betsy trotted over to Tanya.

Tanya didn’t notice Betsy, as she was leaning down over the trough. Betsy decided to give Tanya a hucow welcome. Betsy got up behind Tanya, and began to eat out Tanya’s pussy.

Tanya perked up, and turned her head around. “Oh hello there sweetie,” Tanya said. Tanya let Betsy continue licking her pussy for a minute. Then she leaned in close to Betsy, and the two of them shared a passionate kiss.

“You’ve got your own bell now,” Tanya said.

“I know, it feels so much better. I’m glad to see you again,” Betsy said.

The two hucows then began to chow down on the feed. Betsy was surprised at how quickly she fit in here. Betsy was wondering if maybe she fit in before, but didn’t realize it. After all, none of the hucows had ever given her side eye or mean glances. Curious sure, but nice, at least on the surface.

After feeding was over, the hucows were gathered to the showers. The hucows all gathered together in a line, side by side. Betsy was next to Audrey, a hucow she had talked to at feeding, and Isabella, the hucow that had slept on top of Betsy earlier. There were slots to restrain the hucows’ arms and legs, and Betsy put her’s into them. They were locked automatically with a click.

Attendants walked into the showers, took hoses, and sprayed down the hucows. Betsy was a little disappointed. She had been getting hand washed by Patrice earlier, every inch of her cleaned. Now Betsy was just getting sprayed with soapy water. Though Betsy did have to admit, it felt good when one of the hoses hit her directly on the pussy.

After cleaning was finished, the hucows were rounded up to go to bed. As they were heading to the sleeping pens, Isabella trotted next to Betsy.

“Hey, because you’re the new gal, I thought I should let you know. There’s a little bit of a hazing ritual that’s going to happen to you tonight,” Isabella said.

“What kind of hazing?” Betsy said. Betsy was familiar with the type of thing college sororities would do, but it’s not like hucows had alcohol they could get drunk on. And with everyone naked already, there wasn’t much anyone could do to embarrass each other.

“Well, it’s just to get you acquainted with everybody,” Isabella said. “So tonight, everybody is going to take turns going into your pen and having sex with you.”

“Oh,” Betsy said. That was a little much. Betsy had learned that there were forty-three other hucows on the farm. Forty three other girls Betsy was going to get fucked by tonight. She didn’t know how she was going to handle that. “Thanks for the heads up,” Betsy said meekly.

“Okay, I’ll see you later Betsy!” Isabella said with a little bit of a giggle.

Betsy arrived at the sleeping pens. There were two main sections, both private sleeping stalls and a group sleeping area. Betsy wanted to look at the group area a little more, it had felt good to sleep with the bodies of other hucows earlier. However, it didn’t seem like the option was available, as the other hucows were pushing her towards the pens.

Betsy got a couple jeers from the other hucows, “You’ll understand later!” “Don’t worry, you can sleep in there tomorrow!” among them. Betsy eventually picked out a stall for herself, it didn’t seem like there was any ownership over them. They were animals after all, and didn’t need possessions.

The stall was pretty small, Betsy wasn’t left with much space for moving around. The walls were just made out of wood, and they were a couple inches off the ground. The wood rose five feet high, and it was open to the larger roof of the warehouse after that. The floor was also wooden, overlaid with straw. There was a little more straw in here than other cattle areas, but little comfort was offered to the hucows.

It only took a few minutes for the first hucow to trot into Betsy’s pen. It was Jessica, one of the girls Betsy knew from the yard.

“Hi there Betsy, I’m so excited,” Jessica said. “I want you to come over here and lend me your tongue.” Jessica got on her back, but her hands around her legs and held her butt.

Betsy crawled over to Jessica, and began to work on Jessica’s pussy. It was a weirder feeling, as Betsy had mostly been dominated in sex. But Jessica’s desires made sense. All the hucows here went through the same treatment as Betsy did, and a submissive nature was a large purpose of the training.

Betsy reached her tongue long and far into Jessica’s sex. Betsy spread her fingers into Jessica’s pussy, opening it wide. It took a while, as Betsy was out of practice, but she eventually found Jessica’s G-spot. One lick in just the right spot sent convulsions across Jessica’s hips, and she came.

“Wow, ataşehir escort bayan didn’t expect you to be this good already. Everybody is going to have a fun time with you,” Jessica said with a chuckle. Jessica leaned in, and gave Betsy a small kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jessica trotted out of the pen, out of Betsy’s sight. The first procession of hucows was good for Betsy. The small bursts of sexual desire kept Betsy on edge. But while Betsy brought each other hucow to ejaculation, she was merely kept on edge. Between hucows, Betsy heard the sounds of faint moaning and smacking, and she realized all the other girls were bringing themselves on edge in preparation for an orgasm from the new girl. Eventually, the cycle broke, as a new figure trotted into Betsy’s pen.

“See, sometimes the girlies like to call me Vaginal Valerie,” the next hucow said. She had long dark hair, and a relatively small bodice. “I want to show you where that comes from,” Valerie said.

Valerie turned her behind towards Betsy, and used her hands to open her cheeks. Betsy moved over, and began fingering Valerie’s pussy.

“Give me more Betsy!” Valerie exclaimed. “I’m not some little girl, I need you to reach in there!”

Betsy was quickly noticing how incredibly loose Valerie’s vagina had been. She was able to slip her whole hand in without a problem. Then, Betsy started reaching more and more. When Betsy finally got nearly up to her elbow, she felt something hard inside Valerie.

“Good, now pull it out!” Valerie ordered. Betsy dragged the foreign object in Valerie’s pussy, and Valerie orgasmed over Betsy. Valerie wasn’t as big of a squirter as Betsy, but Betsy still got moderately wet. Now Betsy had her hands on a small but rough dildo.

“Okay Betsy, now it’s your turn,” Valerie said. Betsy was quickly pushed to the ground, and Valerie pulled up Betsy’s ass. “I don’t take this out very often, so you better enjoy it,” Valerie said.

She took the dildo to Betsy’s ass. It wasn’t quite the same as the strapon Betsy had been fucked with earlier. While the strapon was large, Patrice used it a lot less precisely than Valerie did with her dildo. Valerie took the time to really explore every inch of Betsy’s butthole. Eventually, Betsy came, and Valerie dropped her on the ground.

“How can your pussy stretch so much?” Betsy asked, still panting.

“I was a sex slave for a few years before being sold to the farm. I had a Master really into bondage, and he really trained my pussy and ass to stretch, plus gave me drugs to help with it.”

Valerie took the dildo, and left it stuck in Betsy’s vagina.

“I want that back in the morning,” Valerie said, as she trotted out.

The next few girls were a lot for Betsy to handle. Betsy was eaten out by one, slapped on the ass by another, and she rimmed a third. Now, Betsy’s ejaculations were overflowing. Again and again, each time Betsy came, she was overtaken by a wave of exhaustion. Betsy was staggering, and barely holding herself together, as it was well into the night at this point. Finally, it was Isabella’s turn.

“Hey, how are you doing Betsy?” Isabella asked.

Betsy was laying on the ground, absolutely exhausted. “All right…” Betsy mumbled.

“Okay Betsy, I’m going to let you get a little rest,” Isabella said. Like earlier, Isabella trotted over Betsy, and laid her ass right in Betsy’s face.

Unlike last time, where Isabella was merely on top of Betsy, she instead wrapped Betsy’s head in her ass. It felt amazing to Betsy, Isabella’s ass was like a pillow. Betsy quickly drifted off into sleep.

Betsy’s rest didn’t last long, and she woke up to someone prodding in her pussy. “Hey, my time’s up,” Isabella said.

“Thank you for that,” Betsy said sluggishly.

“Don’t worry about it, but you owe me some good fuck time with you later,” Isabella said. Isabella crawled out of the pen. The next few hucows were pretty manageable for Betsy, but she was quickly overwhelmed again. Several of them took advantage of the dildo left by Valerie. Audrey came in this period, and she and Betsy scissored together. After a while, a very familiar and welcome hucow strolled to Betsy.

“Hey honey, I’m very glad to see you,” Tanya said, as she strutted inside Betsy’s pen.

Betsy had a large smile on her face. Out of all the hucows here, Tanya was very special to Betsy, and Betsy was looking forward to seeing Tanya.

“Tanya, you’ve taken care of me my whole time at the farm. Tonight, I want to take care of you,” Betsy said.

“Well then honey, go ahead,” Tanya said. Tanya laid on her back, and waited for Betsy to come to her.

Betsy climbed over Tanya’s body, and gave Tanya a deep kiss. With the other hucows, the sex was guttural and instinctual. This time though, the love making was soft and tender. There were slow gropes, soft touching on each other pussies. It was nice for Betsy to really focus on another person, instead of just senseless pain and pleasure.

After the short calm of foreplay, Betsy dove her mouth into Tanya’s pussy. Practicing for this very moment, it was a breeze for Betsy to find Tanya’s G-spot. She gave it a playful lick.

“Come on Tanya,” Betsy said. “I’ve peed so much for you, why don’t you pee for me this time.”