Cowbound

It was all so clear! Everything that had just happened was designed to happen this way, at this time, to her. Until now, Emelie had been lost in a mindless cycle of life. Eat, sleep, study, work, socialize, date, and repeat. There had never been the chance for her to contribute all too much in any of these roles.

Sure, she was a teaching assistant and had done a decent amount of volunteer work. But these acts were so small in magnitude, barely scratching the surface of doing something huge and meaningful with her life. Why did Emelie feel the need to cling onto the dreams of being like everyone else? What if there was a way to have purpose beyond the confines of her small corner of the sky, and do something big for others?

Now here she was, the most important part of a grand design that revolved around her. Little old her! How could she reject a new destiny like that?

Hours passed as Emelie was bloated with the white gold. The liquid became one with her organic chemistry, rewriting her biology and defining Emelie's new purpose. Blood still flowed through Emelie's veins, and the sweat dripping from her cheeks had not changed in composition. However, Emelie's body and mind had been given a new purpose: to produce milk and to be bred. Driven with her new mantra, the girl gladly accepted these changes and made them a part of her very soul. There was no greater joy in life than to have her body be a true producer of goods, giving real things back into the world!

But...there were two souls here. In her mind, the old Emelie struggled vainly to break free and get out of this craziness. It was insane! She looked like a medical freakshow! And the worst part was that there was no way for her to react, to call for help, or do anything! Even her eyes were condemned to stare blankly at the ceiling, dead and blank.

The new part of Emelie could feel the confusion and frustration coming from the other side of her heart. It was time for her to let go of the past, to put the dreariness behind her. She was ready to do it.

A click echoed around her breasts, and the flow of sap ceased to travel down her breasts. The tubes that ran through her nipples disconnected themselves, raising up from her tits to fully excavate themselves. While flat mounds once called themselves home here, the tits that proudly jutted out were the size of soccer balls. Long nipples displayed their erections, eager to be touched.

Emelie could feel the pressure that yearned to break from the peaks. It was so unbearable! Just make it go away! She needed to let her boobs sing!

With a pinch, a pull, and a suck, the tightness was immediately released. Emelie felt the wonder of her tits being milked, the sucking of the tubes on both tits. The sound of liquid travelling up the plastic with every tug reminded her of those crazy bendy straws, with so many twists and turns, taking every possible diversion before finding their destination.

Like those straws, Emelie knew that she'd gone through kind of the same thing. Her body, mind, and soul had been on a turbulent and extremely busy journey, but she was now being rewarded for her patience and perseverance. There was nothing she could have done to stop this chain of events from occurring. And even if there was a way, would Emelie really want to, especially now that she knew what was on the other side?

For each spray of milk that was captured from her tits, Emelie knew that a part of the old Emelie was going away. She didn't have that "Memory flashing before your eyes before you forget it" experience at all. Her way of measuring her emptiness was by how much more relaxed she felt after another chunk of the past was forgotten. It was a weight off her chest, the serenity of not remembering the pain of it all.

There came a time when her name, her identity, travelled up the tube and went away forever. What was she after that? Milk and tits? Without a name, the girl struggled to do anything. But a new word came to her, one that made everything make sense.

Cow. She was Cow. Not a cow, but her new name was Cow. Where just a few minutes ago she was empty of all purpose, she now understood that she was Cow. This was her motivation in life, her willpower.

Cow had a violent, shuddering orgasm at the recognition of her new identity. It was her first orgasm as Cow, and it would be far from her last. Moans barely escaped around the penis in her mouth, her head attempting to jerk around given the strict bondage she was still beholden to.

She was told what Cow's role in life was, who she was, how she was brought up, and why she was Cow. Instructions, commands, and memories installed themselves through Cow's umbilicus, down her throat, and from the twinkling lights that shined down onto Cow. She appreciated all the help she was being given in learning more about herself!

As cum jettisoned itself from Cow's cunt, squeezing around the massive dick that was giving it great pleasure, it began to take on a thick, white composition. For every orgasm that Cow embraced, her girl cum became less and less human, now becoming more of a steady flow than hasty spurts. The cum leaked out like a waterfall, continuously dripping onto the padding below. Before long, Cow's cum had transformed into fresh, though sex-laden, milk.

Now that at least three of Cow's holes were milk producers, the rest of her transformation could continue.

All of the dildos began to eject themselves from Cow, slowly sliding out from where they had been mercilessly pumping into her. She groaned around the cock in her mouth, and witnessed it slip by her lips and away from her view. A slow groan escaped from her lips as she regained her voice, though the sound was more animal than it was human.

Three more dicks, on her umbilicus, cunt, and asshole, all retreated and disappeared from sight. They continued to pump milk onto her body as they ascended into the air, refreshing the milky scent in the air and spraying it over her skin and straitjacket.

Though Cow's orgasm marathon had stopped, milk continued to slowly drool from her cunt. The silver rings piercing her lips framed the slow drip as her body maintained the production of this white gold. Her milk leaked onto the floor, soaking through the cushions beneath her body, leaving a strong stain and odor behind.

Now that Cow was lactating, she could be further transitioned into her new life. A flurry of robotic arms launched another assault on her body. Some of them held fancy devices in their hands, others had black and white things hanging off of them.

Blood rushed through her extremities as her arms and legs were freed from bondage, shining with sweat and dried milk. The straitjacket around Cow's body was removed in the process, as were the cuffs and other chains around her feet. Her restrictive posture collar and hair ties relieved a large amount of tension on Cow's head when they too were detached.

There was no more risk of Cow running off and doing something dangerous. She was right where she wanted to be! There was a faint appreciation for her mechanical masters, so incredible they were, before her legs and arms became encased in black-and-white sleeves.

All four articles were marked with cow print, running up the entire length of Cow's body parts. Cow's hands transformed into cloven hooves, void of any fingers. She would never be able to use her individual digits again, though she'd already forgotten the memories of having had them in the first place. Her black hooves were the tips of black and white arms, dotted with the spots of a healthy bovine.

The once unique toes and heels were connected by a dark mold that consumed her foot in a perfect fit. Powerful boots were affixed to Cow's feet and legs, giving her the strength she would need to stand on her new hooves. Similar to the hooves on her hands, Cow no longer possessed individual toes or a heel. Instead, inky constructs of blackness contained any human aspects of her legs. Cow spots trailed up her ankles and thighs, ending just below her crotch. Her pussy continued to slabber milk onto the floor as her cunt lay vacant.

Without warning, Cow's lower holes were filled again with massive dicks. They rubbed themselves against the rings on its asshole and vagina, triggering another round of orgasms. Rather than pistoning anything into the cow's body, or injecting anything into it, these dildos were the basis of an enclosure that would stimulate Cow, and retrieve all milk produced in her ass, cunt, or clitoris. All of this milk was funneled into a huge strapon penis that was being installed onto her crotch, connecting with the metal bar at the paramount of Cow's clit. Any movement of her newest toy would provoke unparalleled stimulation in her nether regions.

Cow's new dick boldly stood tall, steady in its strength and fitness. Milk already began to accumulate in the plastic balls that were attached to the dick, as they began to draw from Cow's ass and vagina. They slowly inflated, storing the milk until it could be put to use or extracted. Before long, Cow's masculine member hardened and lengthened with the volume of milk she was producing.

More milk would be saved within Cow's new udder, which had been secured into her belly button and positioned on her stomach. Four long and pink nipples adorned the soft mass that would serve as another provider of milk. Even while facing the ceiling, Cow's udder started to become erect with milk that was now being excreted from her belly button.

This was soon fixed, as Cow felt herself be lifted up from the ground and rotated in the air. The move was done slowly to prompt more milk to flow out of all her glands, now aided by gravity. Had this lift been too fast, it would have caused milk to slosh around and painfully jerk Cow's body around.

Milk began to bead at the tips of all six of her nipples, dripping into the floor. Cow was unable to find the massive amount of strength she needed to hold back the milk in her dick, and she began to shoot short and hard spurts of creamy milk below her.

Encouraged by the flow of milk, Cow was let down onto the floor, resting on her hooves. She had been equipped with the muscle memory necessary to stand on her hooves, as there was no recollection of ever being able to walk on two hind feet. Cow adjusted her stance as the last of her bonds and machines sunk away.

Cow's huge eyes betrayed an empty mind, a being defined by milk and sensation. She wasn't able to think all that much about her transformation. Had she been able to, Cow would not have thought anything wrong of the circumstances. She'd always been a cow, and would continue to be a cow for as long as she lived.

The sound of the cowbell ringed through Cow's ears as it tightened around her neck. Etched onto the surface of the bell were the numbers "0001". With the twinkling of her bell, a calming warmth came over Cow as she shuddered, feeling the pressure continue to build and build in her body. Cow wouldn't be able to hold back for too much longer...she needed to be milked! If she wasn't, it would only get messy.

Lights in the little room began to flicker, changing colors and intensity rapidly as Cow looked straight ahead. Her friends, the two lights, had come to her eye level again. This time, they were closer to her than they'd ever been, almost jumping off the wall.

They blinked once, flashing a bright red. Cow listened intently, her brain unable to comprehend what her body was being told to do.

A yellow flash followed shortly after, letting out some more drips of milk. Goosebumps spread over her skin as Cow received the last of her instruction, "Moooooooo!"ing in acknowledgement.

With a brilliant green light, Cow almost collapsed with a volcanic orgasm. She let out a bellowing "MOOO!" as the wall of milk broke down inside her, releasing huge streams of milk from her tits, udder, and penis. It was music to Cow's ears as she heard the spray of her white gold splatter all over the floor, where it happily drained away.

The bovine wasn't capable of much else than lactating, but she let out a huge smile as she basked in the pressure releasing from her chest and crotch. She could stay like this forever! She HAD been doing this forever.

There was a loud "CLICK" in the chamber, and the wall with the two lights sunk into the floor as Cow was provided an exit from her operating room. Prancing forward with no effort, Cow arrived in her milking stall, the center of her universe.

Beams of light shone through the windows, illuminating the rustic interior of the farmhouse. Hay was scattered all along the floor and throughout the stalls. Each stall was home to its own cow, animals who lived to be bred and milked.

This is where Cow lived her life, and the only life she had any memory of. Unknown to Cow, she was special, the first human bovine to join this particular farm. She would be far from the last, as the success of her fully automated capture, evolution, and cow-ification would prompt further investment and rollout of the process. Before long, more and more cows would be replaced with human Cows, far more efficient and productive than using animal cows. Humans were also far easier to breed, though Cow had yet to experience the power of the bulls. She envied their massive cocks as they rammed themselves into other cows on the farm. Why couldn't that be her?

The sound of her milking machine attaching itself to Cow broke her limited train of thought, and she emptied out all other thoughts at the same time as her milk was drained from her tight bosom. Seven milking cups affixed themselves to Cow, and she easily let go of all the stress she'd had over the past few hours.

She let out a low "Moooooo..." as milk floated away from her body, safely escorted from the confines of her chest.