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Where am I? - 2
By Anonymous (pierced_pud@yahoo.com)
***
In chapter 2 of "Where am I?" Scott makes it to the HO
Ranch and gets some bad news. He has to make a choice
to change his life forever. He becomes something he
could have never imagined. (M/beast, bd, cast, sci-fi,
tg, preg)
***
Part 2: Mama Cow
My situation is so surreal. My name is Scott Smith and
I find myself standing naked In front of a ranch house.
The house is on the HO Ranch and it is here that I hope
to get some answers. A nice elderly couple drove me
here after picking me up on the road outside a
warehouse that I had been held captive in for who knows
how long.
My tormentor did some cruel and unusual things to me.
She injected my breasts with a bovine lactation
stimulant mixed with female hormones. It caused my
breasts to overdevelop to size JJ cup and start
producing milk. She infused my scrotum and penis with
15-lbs of silicone and they now hang below my knees. My
anal sphincter, rectum and lower intestine have been
permanently stretched, so much so that I was able to
have sex with a champion bull from this very ranch.
She did something else inside me, I don't know how or
what, that makes me think I actually might be pregnant.
With "what" I don't know because besides the bull, she
injected human sperm in me as well. She also branded me
with this ranches brand on both my ass cheek and right
breast.
I slowly try to walk up the steps to the main houses
front door. It is a struggle in my present state. I
weakly knock on the door. I hear someone coming and
slowly the door opens and some sort of house maid is
standing there wide eyed. I turn and point to the brand
on my ass and the pass out falling into the house.
When I wake up I find myself lying down on some sort of
metal table in what looks to be an examining room. It
doesn't look like a regular doctor's office more like a
vet's office. I am covered up by a clean white sheet
but I am still naked underneath. After awhile I hear a
light knock at the door and in walks a big man dressed
like a cowboy.
He smiles at me and says, "Hello son how are you
feeling. My name is Mac Cooper and I am the ranch boss
of the HO ranch. It looks like you have been through
quite an ordeal.
I say, "Yes sir I have, my name is Scott and I was
hoping I could get some answers here."
He smiled and pulls up a chair and then sits down.
"Tell you what Scott, why don't you start from the
beginning and tell me your story," he says.
He listens intently as I tell him as much as I can
remember of my captivity and torture. Of all the
strange things the woman called Holly did to me. He
nods in agreement but says nothing until I am finished.
When I am done he gets up and walks over to me and
lifts the sheet to look at the brand on my ass.
"Yes" he says, "That's our brand, The HO ranch."
He lowers the sheet and sits back down with a serious
look on his face and starts to speak..
"Scott I have some bad news for you. You are correct.
She did a serious number on you. We have one of the
best Doctors in the country on staff here. This ranch
is a huge cattle and dairy operation and we need a full
time vet here. You were brought over here to the ranch
hospital and he sedated you and for the last 3 days has
been running tests and checking all your vital signs.
He tells me that she must have done a lot of research
and had access to experimental equipment to be able to
do what she did." He took a deep breath and let it out
slowly and said, "Scott you might have suspected this
already, but all the tests confirm that you are
pregnant."
He let that statement hang in the air for a moment and
I said, "How is that possible, I am a male."
He nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know all the details,
the doc will explain things better, but it seems she
was able to successfully implant a bovine uterus and
set of ovaries in you. She had to have shot you up with
all kinds of hormones and drugs to make it work. When
she forced you to have sex with our bull, who was
kidnapped illegally I might add and we have dealt with
those involved, the bull's semen somehow found its way
from your intestines into your uterus which was fertile
at the time. The doc figures you are about 2 months
along with a calf."
I just close my eyes and say, "Well, when can we get it
out?"
He pauses for a minute then says, "That's the problem
Scott, the way she arraigned things inside it can't be
cut out. There are too many arteries and other organs
in the way. The only way it is coming out is the
natural way. The doc says she was very evil because the
way she attached things there is no way for it to come
out naturally at this time."
I was holding back tears and said, "Then what am I
going to do, what choice do I have?"
He smiled and said, "Well son there actually is a ray
of hope here. The doc tells me he has a lot of
reconstructive experience and thinks he can redo things
that will make it possible for you to give birth to
that calf. Of course they will be permanent changes,
but unfortunately if you don't do it you are going to
die."
He lets that sink in for a moment. I really had no
choice if I wanted to live. I slowly nodded and said,
"OK I go through with it."
He said, "You are making the right choice son, in a
minute I will bring the doc in and he will explain the
procedures to you. There is one other thing we need to
discuss though." I thought oh no what now. "This
operation he will perform is very experimental and very
expensive. He tells me it will cost upwards of
$500,000. I don't think your medical insurance will
cover the cost of this, Scott. Do you have $500,000?"
"Do I have that kind of money? I have to pay for this?"
I said. First there was some hope and now this new
twist.
He smiled again and said, "Yes you do have to pay for
it son but I have a solution for that too. Did that
Holly woman say anything to you about being able to
make money off of you?"
I nodded and said, "Yes she said she could sell my
breast milk on the black market for thousands."
"Well, she was right." he said. "I have done some
research and your milk is very valuable. We would
handle everything for you, production, processing and
distribution. I am sure that by the time you are ready
to give birth you will have produced enough. We have a
huge dairy operation and we would take good care of
you."
I thought this was nuts, sell my milk to make the
money? She had used a milking machine on me and it
wasn't so bad. I actually enjoyed it when the pressure
in my breasts got to be too much. "OK, I will do it" I
said.
He slapped his thighs and stood up and said, "That's
great, I will make all the preparation for you to go
into production. The doc will be in here in a moment to
talk to you." He turned to leave the room but stopped
and said, "After all, you do have the HO brand on you,
I think you will fit in here just fine."
After he left I asked myself what the heck did he mean
by that. This was going to change my life forever. I
hoped the procedures they were going to do to me
weren't too radical, but I guess they were going to
have to be for me to be able to birth a calf. The door
opened and a middle aged man in a white coat entered.
He said, "Hi, I am Doctor Kelly. Mac tells me you have
agreed to go through with the operation. Let me tell
you how I plan on doing this. First off, I am going to
have to remove your male genitals. Since she injected
them with so much silicone they are pretty much
useless, and they are in the way. She knew what she was
doing when she modified you anus and rectum. It is
almost a perfect duplicate of a cows vagina. That made
sex with that bull doable.
"I am going to move your anus, rectum and lower colon
forward and realign and attach them to the bovine
uterus. You will have a cervix and when it's time it
will be a straight shot for the calf to come out. I
will extend your small intestine down and create a new
anus for you and you will be able to have normal bowel
movements. Of course your diet will have to change, no
more meat, you will have to basically become a vegan,
lots of grains and leafy vegetables.
"You will be given periodic hormone treatments of both
bovine and human estrogen until your ovaries produce
enough hormones on their own. Your milk production will
be regulated by some injections. I know she gave you a
lactation stimulant, but we have some new stuff that I
think will work much better. Do you have any
questions?"
I just laid there thinking about everything he was
going to do to me. How could this be happening?
Finally, I just sighed and said, "Let's go for it."
"Great, I'll operate in the morning," and he left.
It was hard to open my eyes. I could tell I was lying
on some kind of soft mattress. I struggled to wake up
for a few minutes and then was finally able to open my
eyes and look around. I was on a mattress but not in a
bed or a regular room. I was in some sort of wooden
stall and the mattress was on top of some clean hay.
I was able to sit up some and took a look at myself. I
was naked except for what looked like an adult pair of
diapers. I still had my huge tits and they were very
full and ached. I didn't feel that huge weight between
my legs so I guess my deformed balls and cock were
gone. I was still feeling a little woozy when the door
to the stall opened and in walked the doctor.
"Good Morning, how are you feeling today? I guess you
are wondering what kind of room this is. We really
don't have any hospital rooms here. This is where most
of or animals recover from procedures. I hope it's not
too uncomfortable. I need to check your dressings. You
have been sedated for about 2 weeks. I removed the
stitches a couple of days ago."
He bent down and undid the tape and removed the
dressing. He smiled and said, "Perfect, I think you
will be pleased. Here I'll let you see my handiwork."
He produced a mirror and angled it so I could see my
new body. My mouth dropped open when I looked and saw
what appeared to be a large female set of labia lips.
Much larger then a humans. Down below the I could see a
little pink anus. "Where do I pee from?" I asked.
"Here let me show you," he said as he reached for me.
He gently spread my inner labia lips and pointed to a
hole at the top of the large entrance. "Right here,
that's your urethra. Oh, and here's a bonus." He
pointed to a large knob looking piece of flesh at the
top. "I was able to save the glans from your penis and
I turned it into a clitoris for you with all the nerve
endings it had. It should work very well."
I was speechless.
"I told the ranch boss that I thought you were ready to
start production. If you have any discomfort I want you
to ask to see me. I will check on you often to make
sure things progress well."
I said, "Doctor what do I do if I have to pee or poop?"
"Oh, just go over to the corner of your stall and go on
the hay. They will clean it out for you." He smiled and
turned and left. When he closed the door to the stall I
heard a latch close. I guess they didn't want me to
leave.
After a couple of hours I felt like I really needed to
pee. I was still a little weak so I just crawled over
to the corner of the stall and aimed my rear at a pile
of hay. It felt weird and burned a little, but my new
piss hole worked just fine. A strong stream came out
almost directly behind me. That was strange, I was used
to peeing forward. When the last few drops were coming
out the door to the stall opened and one of the ranch
hands came in.
"Good, you're awake. The boss asked me to take you over
to the dairy barn to get you started," he said.
I stood up on wobbly legs and resigned to my fate said,
"OK, let's go.
He led me out of the stall and we walked through the
small barn my stall was in. I had been naked for so
long it didn't bother me to walk along with this guy
totally exposed. I had to walk with my arms under my
huge breasts to support their weight. A few steps
across a paddock and we enter a huge building. I was
hit with the smell of animals and milk. There were
hundreds of cows in pens hooked up to milking machines
pumping gallons of milk into huge collecting vats.
He led me to an area in the back that was segregated
from everything else. It was a large stall of my own.
In the middle was a custom wooden milking rack. It was
padded so I could lay forward on it comfortably and had
contours so that my huge tits would hang down on each
side for easy access. When I laid down on it my feet
still stayed on the ground with my butt in the air, but
it supported most of my weight. He gently led me over
to it and asked me to try it out. I laid down on it and
found it to be very comfortable.
He said, "The boss wants to start your milk production
today, OK?"
When he said that I could almost feel my breasts start
to heat up and my milk let down and travel to my
nipples. "Sure hook me up," I said.
He opened a door in the stall that revealed some
machinery and turned a few switches on to start the
pumps. He the walked over to me with two milking tubes
that led to the pumps and held each one of the up to my
nipples until the suction took over and held them in
place. In few seconds my milk started flowing and I
sighed with relief. As I was lost in this feeling I
didn't notice he walked to the back of me and placed a
strap across my hips and a strap across my back
securing me to the milking rack.
I guess they didn't want me getting up. He left without
saying anything. I had been through this before so I
just relaxed and let the pumps do their thing to my
breasts. I was actually able to take a couple of naps
laying there. I peed a couple of times, getting used to
the idea of just letting loose when ever I needed too.
I knew I had been hooked up for a few hours because I
could tell it was getting late in the afternoon by the
light. My nipples were getting sore and I knew the
suction had stretched them out to a length of about 4
inches. I was getting hungry when the same ranch hand
opened the door and came in. He walked to the pump and
turned it off. He detached the tubes from my nipples
and removed the straps. I stood up and stretched a
little.
"You did very well today, almost 4 gallons and that was
only one session. The boss thinks you are going to be
one of our biggest producers," he said.
I just smiled and he led me out of the stall through
the milking barn and back to my own stall. When I
walked in I notice the mattress was gone. There was
clean hay and a couple of buckets. One had some water
in it and the other had what looked like oatmeal. It
was actually a mixture or oats and milk. Before he
closed the door he said, "Make sure you drink lots of
water, that will help in your milk production."
I stared at the 2 buckets and thought what the hell I'm
hungry. I squatted down and took a scoop of the oatmeal
in my hand and tasted it. It was actually pretty good.
I ate about half the bucket and drank a lot of water. I
pushed some of the clean hay into a pile and laid down
and fell asleep quickly after my first day of my new
life.
I woke up because I felt something moving around inside
of me. I guess my calf was restless. I had to pee so I
crawled over to the corner and let loose. I also need
to shit and for the first time tried out my new rectum
and anus. I pushed and some round balls came out and
formed a little pile beneath me. I felt better and
figured everything was working right. Right when I
finished the door to my stall opened and in walked the
ranch boss. I was a little embarrassed because I had
left a pile of crap in the corner but he didn't seem to
notice or care.
He said, "You did really well yesterday. Here is the
routine we will use on you. You will be milked twice a
day in two 3 hour sessions. We have found that can
increase a cows output by almost 40%. I think 8 gallons
a day is a good attainable goal. We have found a
reliable distributor for your milk that will give us
top dollar. The normal bovine gestation is 9 months
just like a human and we figure you have about 7 months
to go.
"We will have to stop milk production about 2 months
before birth to dry you up so you will be able to
produce the right kind of milk volume when the calf
comes. So that's what your daily routine will be, and
by the way, I think we need to stop calling you Scott.
After all your body is really female now and you're
pregnant. I'm going to tell everyone to just call you
Mama from now on."
With that he got up and left. He didn't ask my opinion
and I didn't think he cared if I had one. If a few
minutes a ranch hand came in to take me to the milking
barn. He had something in his hand and when I stood up
he came over to me and placed something over my head.
It was a bridle of some sort with a bit he inserted
into my mouth. He tightened it down and then led me out
with the lead.
So that was my routine for the next 5 months. Milking
twice a day. A diet of oats, corn and on occasion a
salad of some sort that tasted like grass and clover.
My breasts were becoming more and more like cow udders.
They would be all big a swollen in the mornings and
after milking the would hang down to my waist like two
deflated pendulous balloons. My nipples stayed long
from the constant sucking, growing to almost 6 inches
long.
I was getting shots all the time containing who knows
what mix of hormones and drugs. My belly continued to
expand. They had to modify my milking rack to hold it.
The calf was growing and felt like it weighed a ton.
One day the ranch boss came into my milking stall while
I was hooked up to the pump.
He said, "You know Mama you are producing a record
amount of milk. You are making me, I mean you, a lot of
money. 8 plus gallons of milk a day on average. I have
a reward for you." He walked over to the milking rack I
was strapped to. I still had the bit in my mouth so I
couldn't say anything. He bent down and grabbed my left
ear. Suddenly he pinched my ear lobe in some sort of
gun looking device and squeezed the trigger.
I felt a sharp pain as a spike was driven through my
ear lobe. He pulled the gun away and hanging from my
ear was a gold plastic tag with the number 348 on it.
He said, "There, only my best producers get gold tags,
you should be proud of yourself." He smiled at his new
mama cow and turned and left the stall.
The vet would examine me occasionally usually while I
was strapped in my milking rack. He would shove a
thermometer up my ass and then put a vinyl glove on
that went up past his elbow. He would lube it up then
insert his whole arm into my vagina. He would feel
around in there and then withdraw and squeeze my
breasts some. He seemed satisfied with my progress and
would leave without saying a word.
As the months went by and I got bigger and bigger it
was more difficult to make the journey over to the
milking barn. I waddled over there with my big belly
and tits. I had long gotten over my nakedness and would
let loose with pee and poop wherever I felt like it.
Let someone else clean it up.
They eventually just let me sleep in my milking stall
so I didn't have to walk there everyday. When I had
about 2 months to go they stopped milking me. It was
very painful to let my tits dry up. They were swollen
and hot. They gave me some injections to help. All I
did everyday was lay around eat, drink, pee and poop.
The vet came in more and more as I approached my due
date. As my time was running out he had a more and more
concerned look on his face.
One morning I woke up and had a stomach ache. I was
cramping and felt like I had to pee. I crawled to the
corner and started to piss when all of a sudden a big
rush of fluid gushed out of me immediately followed by
a strong cramp. I knew I couldn't pee that much so it
must have come from my pussy. Those must not be cramps,
but contractions. I was going into labor. I called out
for help but the sounds of all the milking machines
drowned out my cries. After what seemed like hours of
contractions getting closer and closer together a ranch
hand finally came in to check on me.
I looked up at him and was able to say, "Please get the
doctor, I am in labor."
He ran out and soon the doctor, his assistants and the
ranch boss rushed in. The doctor instructed the
assistants to pick me up and place me in the milking
rack. This would give him better access to the birth
canal he had created and hopefully aid in he birth of
my baby. The placed me in the rack and strapped me
down. One of them placed the bit in my mouth so I had
something to bite down on. The doctor placed a long
glove on his arm and shoved it up inside me. He felt
around and then withdrew it.
He said, "You are almost dilated all the way, it won't
be long now." The ranch boss was pacing and I got the
feeling he was more concerned that the calf would make
it instead of me. The contractions were very close
together now and I had an overwhelming desire to push.
The doctor felt around inside me again and said, "OK
Mama you need to push now, this baby calf is ready to
come out."
On the next contraction I bore down and pushed with all
my might. As each cramp hit I push again. The vet said,
"Good keep doing that, you are making progress." I kept
doing it over and over again. I was so tired but I
seemed to not be making much progress. I heard someone
shout out, "I see a leg!"
The vet said to me, "Listen Mama I have helped birth
hundreds of calfs. I am going to need to help you get
him out. You keep pushing and I am going to grab him
and help pull. Boys hold her down while I grab on." The
ranch hand and assistants held me and the vet sat down
behind me and placed his feet on the rack for leverage.
He reached up and grabbed the leg of my calf that was
sticking out of me and said, "OK now push."
I did and at the same time he pulled. I started to feel
some movement and soon he was able to grab another leg.
I was totally worn out and knew I would pass out soon.
I didn't know how many more times I could push. Finally
when one more big contraction hit I pushed with every
last bit of strength I had. I felt him pulling and
pulling and finally the calf's head and shoulders
cleared my opening and the rest of him came out with a
rush of fluid and goo. He landed in the vets lap. The
vet cleared his mouth so he could breathe and I heard
his first bleat.
"It's a boy." The vet said and a cheer rose up from the
ranch boss and everyone else.
As soon as I heard that first bleat from my newborn
calf I felt a change in my breasts. I was so tired but
as I laid there in the milking rack I had an
overwhelming desire to nurse my baby. The vet and his
assistants cleaned him off and after awhile he was able
to stand on wobbly legs and they led him over to my
breasts where I was already dripping milk. My new son
latched on to one of my teats just like nature
intended.
I was sobbing quietly, so happy I was able to give
birth successfully and both me and my calf had
survived. The feeling of a new life nursing on my milk
was overwhelming. They left me alone with my baby while
the vet cleaned me up and check to see that I wasn't
damaged from the birth. They moved me back to my
regular stall and let my new baby calf stay with his
mama. I rested and let him nurse whenever he wanted to.
I drank lots of water and ate like there was never
enough.
After a couple of months he had grown so much. He was
eating grain and I knew he would have to be weaned from
my milk soon. One morning when I woke up he was gone. I
looked around in a panic. The door to my stall opened
and the ranch boss walked in.
He said, "Mama you did so good. That bull calf of yours
will be a champion some day. It was time to wean him
and we will take good care of him. He is very valuable.
You will still get to see him. I want to tell you about
our new plans. You have become an outstanding milk
producer. The demand for your special milk is through
the roof. We need to start back on our regular
production cycle. I have talked to the vet. He thinks
in a couple of months if everything goes right we
should be able to breed you again. He says that you did
so well in the birthing of your calf that you should be
able to become a prolific breeder for us. We still own
the bull that bred you the first time and there should
be no reason why it wouldn't work again."
He turned and left again not asking me my opinion. Was
this going to be my fate? Being milked like a cow
everyday and getting fucked by a huge bull so I could
get pregnant again? A sudden rush of goose bumps came
over me. I had dreamed of that huge bull cock entering
me again and I knew that's what I wanted.
So I fell back into my old routine. I was milked twice
a day. I had a clean stall and decent food. I would get
shots now and then. More hormones I am sure. I noticed
my ass was getting quite large and my hips had widened.
My breasts stayed huge and looked more and more like
cow udders everyday. My labia was becoming more
pronounced and the lips stuck out and looked swollen.
One day the vet came in my milking stall and personally
gave me a shot. He said, "OK Mama this one should do
the trick. In a couple of weeks you should be in heat
and ovulating." That meant they were getting me ready
to be bred. I shuddered with the anticipation.
Sure enough in a couple of weeks I could feel changes
in me. My breasts were more tender. I felt a warmth in
my gut. The most noticeable change was my vagina
started producing a thick fluid that was sticky and
slick at the same time. I was producing copious amounts
of the stuff. It was actually dripping from me. I guess
they noticed this because one day instead of taking me
to the milking barn like normal my ranch hand led me
across the paddock to another building I had never been
in. It was a medium size barn and inside I saw the
ranch boss, the vet and a few other ranch hands
standing around. They led me over to what looked like
my milking rack but this one was stronger looking.
A couple of the ranch hands bent me over it and
strapped me down. I still had my bit in my mouth. My
big ass was sticking up in the air and my swollen
dripping labia was fully exposed for all to see. The
vet came over and stuck a thermometer in my ass and
checked my temperature. When he pulled it out and
looked at it he turned to the boss and said, "She's
ready." Some of the ranch hands moved a big device over
to me. I recognized it as the breeding ramp Holly had
used when she bred me to the bull the first time. When
they had positioned the ramp over me I smiled knowing
this was going to happen. I was going to be bred again
to a bull.
I smelled him before I saw him. That same earthy animal
smell. I heard his heavy hoofs as they led him forward.
It was the same bull that had bred with me before. I
could hear him snorting, sniffing the air in the barn.
Did he smell me? They led this huge beast closer. I
could feel his hot breath on my butt. He was breathing
in my scent. They didn't have to spray anything extra
on me. I was in heat. On his own he lowered his huge
head down closer to the source of the smell. I felt his
hot breath on my lips and then he stuck his huge wet
tongue out and licked my folds to have a taste of the
source of this wondrous smell. I moaned from that
feeling. I heard one of the ranch hands say. "Man look
at his bull cock, it's getting huge."
I knew just how huge it could get. He continued to lick
me. My clit was now huge. 2 inches long and across. I
was going to cum soon. I guess they thought he was
ready because the pulled him forward to go up the ramp.
As he moved his great bulk up the ramp over me I knew
he was getting closer to being inside of me. He was
snorting now and I knew they were lining him up. I
guess things looked good because I heard someone slap
his rump and he moved forward. I felt the huge flared
head of his cock touch my outer lips. There was no need
for additional lubrication I was leaking like a faucet.
They slapped him again and he took another step forward
and two feet of thick bull cock went up inside of me.
I heard some gasps from my audience. Once the big bull
felt my warmth and tightness he knew what to do. He
stepped forward again and the rest of his cock, all 4
feet of it went inside of me. I heard a few "Oh my
God's" from the crowd, but soon I was lost in the
feeling of being bred to this beast. Did he remember
me? Did I feel the same as before? He started to
squeeze his huge ass muscles and move his bull cock in
and out of me. He was in so far I felt his big bull
balls slapping my new clit. This was going to send me
over the edge for sure. He was picking up his pace,
slamming his big flared head into my cervix each time.
The only sound I heard was his heavy snorting. He was
pistoning in me now close to his climax. I lost it
myself and had my first female orgasm. I shot out fluid
all over his cock and balls and my vagina spasmed. That
squeezing sent him over the edge too and I felt his
seed boil up along the long length of him. He stopped
and pressed forward as far as he could go, sealing
himself against my cervix. I felt his seed gush out of
the end of his great cock. The pressure sending it
directly into my womb.
Shot after shot of potent bull semen went far up inside
me. It seemed to go on forever when finally he started
to slow down having unloaded his huge volume in me. His
cock started to soften but it was like he didn't want
to pull out. Finally when the ranch hands knew he was
done they started to back him down the ramp. His cock
though soft now was still huge. It came out of me like
a big snake. When the head got to my entrance it came
out with a pop like a champagne bottle being opened.
They placed a pan under me to catch any valuable bull
semen that dripped out of me while they led their
champion away.
After they led my breeding partner away a ranch hand
came back to check the collection tray he placed
underneath me. When he looked in it he called the vet
over. The vet looked down and said, "Hmm nothings in
it. I guess she took the bull's full load up inside
her. That's about 2 liters of semen. That's enough to
get 100 cows pregnant." There was a lot of backslapping
and high fives among the crew. Pretty soon everyone
left the barn except my normal ranch hand. He
unstrapped me from the rack and led me back to my stall
to rest.
I returned to my normal routine the next morning of
twice a day milkings. About two weeks later when I woke
up I wasn't feeling well. I didn't eat because my
stomach was upset. They led me to the milking barn and
my private stall and hooked me up like normal. The
ranch hand noticed that my breasts were tenderer to his
touch and felt warm.
About an hour in to my morning milking the vet stopped
by. He patted me on my ass, which was quite wide now,
and started an examination. He stuck a thermometer up
my butt and moved up and felt my breast. He then got
out a stethoscope and listened around my belly. Finally
he put a long glove on his arm and stuck it way up
inside my pussy and felt around. When he was done he
put his things away and knelt down to talk to me.
He said, "Mama I have some good news. You are most
definitely pregnant again. I am worried though. When I
listened to your belly I heard two heartbeats. I'll
have to confirm it with a sonogram but I think you are
going to have twins."
My heart skipped a beat. He continued, "That bull shot
so much semen into you that any egg you had floating
around in there was going to get fertilized. The
hormone we gave you to put you into heat must have
caused you to drop two eggs instead of one. But don't
worry, you handled your first pregnancy well and we
will do everything we can to get you to carry these to
full term" He stood up, rubbed my ass, gave it a little
spank and then left.
It was confirmed that I was pregnant with twin calves.
My pregnancy progressed pretty much the same as the
last one but I was getting a lot bigger. They stopped
my milk production early to let me rest. About a month
before my due date my water broke and I went into
labor. The vet had been watching me carefully and said
this was normal with twins.
They used the same method as before with me strapped to
a rack face down with my ass in the air. I had to push
really hard, but the vet knew what he was doing and
helped pull two healthy baby bull calves out of me.
They were a little on the small side, but he assured me
they would grow up to be champions. It was quite a
feeling having my two babies each suckling on both of
my teats.
Epilogue
A number of years have gone by since I arrived at the
HO ranch. It really feels like my home now. I have
calved five times so far. For some reason they are
always bull calves. They usually breed me in the late
summer and I calve in the spring. My last two that were
born were from being bred to my first born son. He grew
up to be even bigger then his father. I sure know his
cock is a lot bigger if that is possible. He won Grand
Champion at the State Fair. I guess incest is
commonplace in the cattle business.
I am pregnant once again, but this time I was bred to a
Champion Black Angus Bull from a neighboring ranch. My
owners insisted we do it the natural way instead of
artificial insemination. The owners of the bull had no
idea that it was me being bred. This ranch wants to
keep that a secret. If I can produce a quality
crossbred Brangus bull calf they already have a buyer
that will pay a lot of money for him. I have gotten
used to my calves being sold. It's a little sad but
that is just the way this business is.
I have become very valuable to them and they know it.
My milk production has dropped off a little as I have
gotten a little older but they are still getting top
dollar for it and if the supply drops then the price
will just go up. My breasts are still large but not as
firm as they used to be. They hang lower now and with
my long permanently stretched nipples they both look
more like a cows udder then a human breast.
The ranch hands still tell me they are beautiful but I
know there are just being kind to me. My ass and hips
are quite wide now. Almost as wide as a real cow.
Giving birth has become a piece of cake. They have
decided to let me get pregnant about five or six more
times, but will spread them out more. What they have
also found is that the breeding bulls produce a lot
more potent semen and a higher volume of it if they let
them breed with me instead of just jacking them off.
So when I am not pregnant they take me into the
breeding barn and let a bull fuck me having placed a
rubber diaphragm over my cervix. They will then collect
the potent semen as it flows out of me into a special
container. When I am into this type of collection
routine I usually have sex with the bulls 2-3 times a
week, but I have done it with two different bulls in
the same day when they had a buyer that was in a rush
for fresh semen.
Not a bad life I think. Will they ever let me retire? I
don't know, someday I hope, but not yet. So much of my
old life has been totally forgotten. I can't even
remember my old name. I am just Mama Cow now, number
348, and that's fine with me.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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