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The usual disclaimer: This story is fiction. The author neither
supports nor encourages the events described herein.

Diary of a Two-legged Milk Cow

 Neuralmancer

 Chapter 1 A Routine Day in the Dairy

 Number 201 thought a curse as she ran hand across her bare
belly. Damn, pregnant again. Her mating had happened all too
quickly. Simultaneously, her mouth opened and her lips moved in
an attempt to say the identical thought, but nothing but
unintelligible noise could be heard. Old habits die hard. It had
been three years and two babies ago since she had been physically
able to talk. Back then number 201 had a real name, not just a
number. That time seemed now like ancient history. Number 201
stood naked in a line of at least fifty other naked women. No not
women, but two-legged dairy cows. Their only ornamentation
consisted of a metal tag hanging from their right earlobe and a
small tattoo barely visible on their inner thighs. On number
201's tag was embossed the number 201. A similar tag likewise
identified the other cows in line. The tattoo identified the
cow's owner. This was the Circle L ranch, identified in the
obvious way by the superposition of a circle and the letter L.
Number 201 had long ago realized why the tattoo was located in
such an out of the way location. The tattoo's position minimized
the amount of hide that could not be recovered when their milking
days were over. This was a large operation. Number 201 briefly
thought how fortunate she was to be selected for the dairy
operation. The idea quickly passed from her mind. No, that wasn't
right. It would have been better had she went the way of her
friends. If that had happened she wouldn't have know the pain of
the last three years. She wouldn't have to experience the
twice-daily agony of waiting to be relieved of the pressure from
a pair of milk filled mammary glands. She wouldn't have had the
experience of coming into heat once yearly. She wouldn't have had
the experience of conceiving a child with some half-wit brute.
She wouldn't have had the experience of waiting in this god-awful
line. On second thought then it would have been better had she
met the same fate as her friends had. It would have been better
had number 201 been fattened up for the meat herd. Number 201
tossed her head from left to right in a vain effort to relocate a
misplaced strand of brunet shoulder length hair. Despite her
three years in the dairy she remained quite lovely. Already amply
endowed before coming to the dairy, number 201's breasts had
permanently increased in size by several inches. Her fullness of
figure is probably what saved her from becoming meat. Filled with
milk, her breasts rode high and firmly upon her chest. The
nipples extended by a couple of inches. The genetic changes
forced upon number 201 were less than subtle. The feeling of a
male hand upon number 201's well padded ass suddenly interrupted
her thoughts. An index finger gently probed to discover the
wetness of her hairless vaginal slit. Like all the other cows on
the farm number 201's body was completely devoid of hair from the
neck down. She guessed that keeping them that way made what
inevitably came later easier. Turning her head about, number 201
saw the head herder standing aside her. "Daydreaming again, hey
201. I see that your color has changed. Me and some of my pals
will be calling upon you later." The sexual status of each cow
was color-coded. During the last few weeks number 201's color had
been red, indicating that she was ripe for impregnating. Every
day she coupled with one the farm's two-legged bulls. With the
exception of their artificially enhanced sexual ability, it was
not unusual for a single bull to father the calves of ten cows in
a single day, they weren't much to write home to mother about.
The one that had her was an exhighschool football player. Number
201 had known him then. He didn't have much very much on the ball
then either. Number 201's color had changed to green much too
soon. She was still extremely horny. Number 201 smiled as she
thought about the herder's coming visit. Slowly the line of nude
women edged forward. One by one they were each strapped down upon
a milking station. Number 201 was in turn guided by a herder to
lie face down upon the milking station. As her breasts hung down
towards the floor, a second herder attached suction cups to each
of her extended nipples. Straps secured number 201 to the milking
station's low padded platform. It wasn't all that uncomfortable.
She would remain bent over in a kneeling position for about a
half-hour as her breasts were emptied. In the evening she would
be milked again. At first she hated being milked. Gradually over
time anything became preferable to the aching feeling from a pair
of two full milk glands. Like her four-legged cousins, number 201
now welcomed milking time. Soon the milking hall was filled with
bent over two-legged cows. As their white mammary liquid flowed
forth into a large collection vat, the two herders in charge
paced back and forth amongst the line of upturned female asses.
The occasional caress of a well tanned buttock or the probing of
a well lubricated cunt was always met by a sigh from a very
contented cow. Quickly, number 201's thoughts returned to her
past.

Chapter 2 Summer Fun on the Farm

 It all appeared legitimate. Laura's entire highschool class had
been rewarded a summer long trip to the country. No one really
bothered to check out the background of the organization giving
out the prize, the thought of escaping the over crowded city was
just too inviting. No one bothered to investigate the prize's
sponsors, The Midwest Enterprise Association for Teens, or
M.E.A.T. as it was known. If someone had, they would have
discovered that M.E.A.T was entirely funded by the Hill's
Meatpacking Company, a packager of non-traditional meat products.
Second thoughts quickly evaporated as the teenagers gathered
about to board the bus. The nipples of Laura's ample breasts
hardened in the morning chill. In anticipation of warmer whether
Laura wore a light clinging blouse and a short skirt. Her choice
of attire offered little protection against the early morning
chill. She welcomed the trip south. Entering the bus, Laura
casually tossed her head from side to side in a vain effort to
relocate a stray strand of brunet hair. The city chill would soon
be a distant memory. As things went, the trip to the country
started out uneventfully enough. Summer was just giving off hints
to its arrival. Early on a Saturday morning Laura and her
forty-nine classmates boarded a bus to take them to their
destination, the Farm of Delights. The name was somewhat
deceptive. As the students learned, the Farm of Delights was not
really a farm, but rather a place where deserving teenagers could
achieve their natural state. At least that's what the
advertisement said. Laura wasn't too sure what that met. As the
bus headed south talk circulated on what lay ahead. Jannet was
particularly vocal stating her opinion. "I say we're going to be
put to work. Milking cows, tending to pigs, farm sort of things."
Jannet was something of a big mouth. She didn't know. Laura had
her fill of the slender boy trap. Turning around in her seat to
face Jannet, Laura gave her unsolicited answer. "No we are not
going to be put to any sort of farm work. The Farm of Delights is
a place for fun. Didn't you read the ad?" "Yes I did, you cow. I
just don't quite believe all that was said. There's something
hidden about the Farm that we don't know about. Nobody gives
something for nothing. Mark my words, you'll see that I'm right."
Laura didn't know what to say. Jannet called her a cow in front
of everyone! The embarrassment quieted Laura for the remainder of
the trip. A cow, indeed. Somehow Laura couldn't find the resolve
to respond. Unbeknown to Laura, or to any of her classmates, the
bus driver had secretly turned on the release valve controlling
the injection of a fine spray of gas into the bus's interior.
Immune to the gas's affect due to a previously swallowed pill,
the bus driver would make sure that his passengers would be
entirely receptive to what was about to come. It was late in the
afternoon when the bus arrived at its destination. As Laura
stepped from the bus she didn't quite feel like herself.
Immediately upon stopping the bus, the bus driver abruptly
ordered everyone to depart. Laura immediately stood up in
response. This was very unlike her. Though she was alert,
everything seemed a bit hazy. If asked to jump over a cliff,
Laura thought she might not have the will power to say no. Ms.
Horner stood with her hired hands watching as the new herd
disembarked from the bus. Visions of dollar signs flashed before
her eyes as the new cattle formed up into a line. A summer of fun
and frolic in the outdoor sun followed by the very delicious and
profitable use of teenage flesh. Ms. Horner stood in the center
of her entourage facing the herd. Without an exception the
members of the herd did nothing but stand, starring ahead wide-
eyed at the spectacle that greeted them. All of Ms. Horner's
hired hands, four men and two women were completely naked. Only
Ms. Horner wore clothing. Though simple, the tight fitting bib
overalls accentuated her slender yet full physique. Long tresses
of jet black hair flowed carelessly across Ms. Horner's
shoulders. A rural femmefatal in overalls, Ms. Horner stood
in-between a pair of her male helpers, a hand gently caressing
the bare buttocks of each. Ms. Horner admired the way their cocks
already, at just the sight of the new arrivals, stood out
semi-erect. . In the coming months Ms. Horner's helpers would
have plenty of opportunity to exercise their sexual equipment.
Most of the herd was female. A mixed lot, a few were already
ready for harvest. Most would need the duration of the summer to
both put on weight and to darken their hides. Human female
leather was quickly becoming a hot commodity. Medium tan colors
fetched the highest price. Only a couple of males complemented
the group. Ms. Horner wondered whether they would measure up.
Only the most prolific had the chance to become human bulls. With
a long practiced, but still noticeably fake southern accent, Ms.
Horner gave the herd their first instructions. "Welcome to the
Farm of Delights! Y'all now line up and the helpers will direct
everyone to the bunkhouse for disrobing. Before you can reach
your fullest potential we need to get rid of all foreign
restrictions. Naked, you will achieve your natural best." All
summer nude in mixed company? Laura wanted to run away. Somehow
neither she nor any of her companions had the willpower to
resist. Open to suggestion by the power of the gas, Laura and the
others meekly walked single file into the bunkhouse. She would
never wear clothing again. Disrobing proceeded at a quick pace.
In single file the teens marched into the near end of the long
bunkhouse. Once inside, to facilitate the process, each teen was
secured by the wrists to rings hanging from the ceiling. With the
aid of sharp knives, all exterior garments were then promptly
ripped from the their bodies. Naked, they then had their first
set of body measurements taken. From much experience, Ms. Horner
had discovered how essential it was to keep track of the herd's
bodily development. Each human cow and potential human bull would
acquire a well documented history of their progression into
cattle. Only with such knowledge could Ms. Horner and her staff
guide each teen to maximum profitability. Laura stood nervously
with her arms held upright towards the ceiling as one of the male
helper's took measurements of her now naked body. She shuddered
as she felt his enlarged penis rub against her ass. Moisture
involuntarily formed at her vaginal slit. As the man measured,
another man took notes on a clipboard. Suddenly Laura was prodded
to spread her legs apart. Laura shuddered as the man measuring
her spread the lips of vagina apart with his fingers. Laura
couldn't understand why she felt no will to resist. Laura felt
first one then two fingers probe the deepest of her sexual tract.
Instinctively, without any conscious effort, Laura forced herself
against the invading fingers. The man holding the clipboard
recorded each of Laura's responses. All of the other female teens
were likewise measured and probed. The two male teens were
treated somewhat differently. As the now naked collection of girl
teens watched, each nude male teen was made to stand erect while
a female helper took a teen cock firmly in hand. The girls
watched stunned as the women proceeded to masturbate the male
teens. After an unexpectedly short period of time each teen male
had their life giving semen collected in small glass jars. The
women pumped vigorously to collect every last drop. No concession
was given to modesty. Indeed, in the coming months of summer not
only would the members of the new herd enjoy the farm completely
free of the hindrance of clothing, but frequent public sexual
activity would become normal social behavior. After a somewhat
difficult evening, life for Laura and her fellow teens quickly
fell into place. Though their routine was strictly regimented,
communal meals at set hours, communal bathing, and regular
communal exercise, they were allowed many freedoms. Most of the
herd spent their days around the farm's pool. Swimming, sunning,
and sexual activities of all imaginable kinds quickly became
herd's favorite pastimes. Even naturally suspicious Laura became
accustomed to constant nudity. Ms. Horner looked on favorably as
her new herd put on weight and browned in the summer sun. After
the first week it was shaving day. By this time all of the teens
had developed light and even all-over tans. Every day after being
hosed down by Ms.Horner's staff, members of the herd were never
allowed to bathe themselves, a light oil of suntan lotion was
sprayed onto their naked flesh. An exceptionally strong sun
repellent, the suntan lotion permitted long exposures to the sun
while permitting a gradual tan to develop. Ms. Horner had learned
from experience not to take shortcuts in the developing the best
quality hides. After a week the teen's had become much less
reserved. By any measure their guard was down. Guided by
experience, Ms. Horner directed her staff of helper's to prepare
the teens. From this day forward the teens would cease being
human. It was time for the members of the herd to become properly
labeled. First came the shaving. A large tub containing a brown
noxious liquid was placed by the outdoor showers. One of Ms.
Horner's male helpers walked over to the crowd of mostly female
teens sunning themselves by the pool. Only a week had gone by yet
already several of the female teens had developed special
attachments to particular male helpers. The helpers made an
announcement. "We have a special event planned for today and I
require a couple of assistants. Who would like to volunteer?"
Jannet and Hellen got to their feet and raced to man's side. As
Laura watched, Jannet and Helen made every effort to show off
their bodies at their most seductive best. Firm breasts bounced
unhindered and well-padded asses swayed from side to side as the
two girls hurried to the approaching helper. The man's cock
noticeably stiffened at their sight. What a pair of tramps
thought Laura. Laura's body betrayed her. Laura instinctively
spread her legs apart permitting an unhindered view of her open
and wet vagina. One of the female helpers joined the trio. "Here,
let me get your hair bound up. I'm sure that you don't want to
lose any." Jannet and Hellen gave the helpers puzzled looks. "Oh,
I forgot. It's time for you two to permanently lose all of your
unsightly body hair. We'll do you two first and then you'll help
the others to lose theirs." It suddenly dawned on both Jannet and
Hellen how the helper's, both the males and the females, became
completely hairless from the neck on down. Turning their heads
about to face each other, the two naked teens gave each other a
wicked smile. Ok, they both thought, this could be fun. No more
worry about cutting oneself while shaving. Without resistance
they climbed into the vat containing the brown liquid. As the two
teen females sat down into the thick brown liquid they could feel
the hair removal fluid begin to work. They could immediately feel
the brown liquid tingle upon their flesh. Utilizing long handled
brushes, the helpers liberally applied the fluid to every square
inch of Jannet's and Hellen's bodies. After only a few minutes
their body hair began to fall away. With the teens standing up,
the helper's vigorously brushed the teen's flesh removing every
last strand of body hair. The teen's nipples hardened and their
clits extended as the brushes went over the teen's sexual parts.
Stepping from the vat and into the showers revealed the teen's
newly denuded flesh. As the pair of now hairless teens stepped
from the showers they were each restrained by one of the male
helpers. Wrongly sensing the male's applied restrictions as an
indication of sexual intent, each teen pressed her body against
the male holding her. The attending female helper clarified the
situation. "One more thing. Now you get your ear tags." Not
giving either teen a chance to react, the female helper first
stepped to Jannet and then Hellen to apply the ear tag. Utilizing
a hand held clamping device, the tag was securely clamped to the
girl's lower earlobe. So securely was the tag attached that only
by surgery could the tag ever be removed. The female helper stood
back to admire her work. Over many summers of tagging she had
become quite good at quickly tagging the young cows. "There you
go, numbers 100 and 101, you'll now help us get the others
cleaned up and tagged." Jannet and Hellen were a bit bemused at
being identified by numbers. For the fun of the farm they would
go along with the game. The other teens of the herd offered
little resistance to being cleaned of body hair and the
subsequent tagging. After only a week their sexual inhibitions
were severely reduced. Even normally modest Laura cooperated
fully during her hair removal and tagging. Being perfectly
smoothed between her legs now excited Laura. She began to
recognize a deep sexual longing. It was Laura who noticed a
difference amongst the tags. While most of the tags, in addition
to having an identifying number, had above the number the letter
M, hers had the letter D. The two male teens had the letter B.
Not till near summer's end would Laura discover the significance
of the tagging difference. The cleaning and tagging session ended
in an outdoor orgy. The male helpers took turns sexually
servicing the many young female teens. Ms. Horner stood apart and
watched the proceedings with a critical eye. She was particularly
interested in the sexual activity of the two young male bulls. At
least one of them she thought may have the potential to fetch a
good price by a stud farm.

Chapter 3 Laura in the Kitchen

 After a month on the farm Laura and the other teens had
irrevocably changed. Any prior sense of modesty had completely
disappeared. Any thought that something could be wrong with her
constant state of nudity disappeared form Laura's mind. Further,
Laura had begun to have regular sexual relations with one
particular male herder. Every morning before breakfast Laura
would visit this particular herder. In quarters shared with the
other herders Laura wuld submit to the herder's sexual whims.
Laura cared not who knew about Laura's and the herder's
relationship. In fact, Laura's sexual coupling with the male
herder was invariably witnessed by the other male herders
likewise engagged with other female teens. It was on the journey
afterwards to the dinning area that Laura would meet up with her
friend Sally. Sally had a naturally dark complexion. In just a
month of constant nudity Sally's skin had turned to a dark
chocolate brown hue. Though not fat, Sally's body was genetically
large boned. Her average height was suddued by her rather wide
frame. Sally's breasts were no where near the size of Laura's.
However, there was no shortage of meat on this girl. Sally's ear
tag had an M on it. On this day, upon Laura's encounter with
Sally, Sally had an annoucement. "I've been invited to see the
farm's kitchen. Tomorrow the herder's are having a special feast.
. I guess that they will be putting me to work somehow. No
breakfast for me today." Laura gave Sally a puzzled look. "I
haven't heard anything about the feast." As Laura watched Sally
approach the kitchen, located in a building separate from the
dining area, Laura's sense of curiousty re-emerged. Laura had to
fine out what was up. The farm's kitchen building and another
ajoining building were normally off limits to the teens. This
restriction enhanced Laura's desire to know what was about to
happen. A never ending column of smoke rose from the ajoining
building. Laura scouted the kitchen complex for a way to observe
without being noticed. For close to an hour Laura wandered about
considering her course of action. Locating an unattended side
door, Laura cautiously walked in. It had taken awhile for Laura
to build up the nerve to walk in. Inside Laura saw the largest
ovens that she had ever seen. Side-by-side, three huge gas fired
ovens lined one side of the kitchen. Each oven had a glass front
door within which was located a rotissirie. Each oven was about
six feet wide. Laura estimated that an entire person could fit
into each of them. Tip-toeing pass the ovens Laura cold see that
the kitchen opened up into a work area consisting of serveral
long tables. Many sharp knives hung from hooks in the walls.
Laura stood agast at what else she saw. In the middle of the work
room was Sally. Hanging upside down, her throat had been cut.
Blood dripped from the wound into a wide throught set into the
floor. It took a moment for Laura to realize that Sally was quite
dead. Judging from the rate of blood flow Laura surmised that
Sally was just about empty of blood. With her both of her feet
securely attached to a spreader bar hung from the ceiling, Sally
looked like a deer carcass ready for butchering. Laura's gaze of
her unfortunate friend was suddenly interrupted. Laura could hear
voices coming from the way that she had come. The sound was
getting louder. Too late to run, Laura quickly scanned the
kitchen for a place to hide. In one corner several wooden crates
were haphazardly piled. With haste, Laura got behind the crates.
Laura could now witness the goings on within the kitchen. She
dared not think about what would possibly happen if she was
discovered. Two men entered. Laura did recognized one of them.
One of the men was the driver of the bus that had brought the
teens to the farm. They were wearing clothes. Very out of
character thought Laura. The other man, the cook, as Laura judged
from the floppy chef hat that he wore, addressed the ex-bus
driver. "Lets hurry up and get this cow prepared for the oven. By
her size I estimate that she'll take most of the day to roast."
Picking up an odd looking knife and all the while keeping his
attention on Sally, the cook's companion answered. "Yes, plenty
of meat and a fine hide too. Hold her steady while I proceed to
skin her." Laura looked agast as she witnessed what happened
next. As the cook held Sally by her brown tresses, the other man
swiftly separated Sally's skin from her body. After only a few
quick cuts along the sides of Sally's body he carefully pealed
away her skin. In what seemed like only minutes Sally's red
colored meat was completely exposed. Only the skin on Sally's
head remained. The rest of her bodily covering had been removed
in a single piece. With Sally's hide hung up to dry, the cook
then took over. Employing a long bladed knife, he adroitly sliced
down the center of Sally's adomen. Sally was then gutted.
Finally, Sally was given a thorough hosing down. Lowered from the
ceiling, Sally's body was layed out on one of the long tables.
Laura's bus driver then produced a six foot long steel spike.
Placing the pointed end at the entrance to Sally's cunt, he then
pushed the spike forward into Sally's now empty adomenal cavity.
As the cook reached into Sally's belly to guide the spike, the
pointed end reemerged from Sally's mouth. The cook then procured
a large butcher knife and with four single chops he cut away
Sally's hands and feet. With Sally's legs bent along her chest,
several long pins, the length of knitting needles, then secured
Sally's limbs. Sally was now ready for the oven. Lifting the
spike by each end, Sally was then taken to one of the glass
fronted ovens. Placed within the oven she then began to cook.
Slowly Sally rotated about the rotissirie. Sally had been
transformed from a teenaged girl to a succulent roast. Laura
panicked. Without thinking, Laura bolted from her hiding place
and headed for the door. The chef and the ex-bus driver
instantely saw Laura's attempted escape. Laura didn't have a
chance. "What do we have here?", inquired the ex-bus driver.
Answering himself, he paused to examine Laura's ear tag. "Why its
our new dairy cow. I think her development needs excelerating.
Don't you think so cooky?" "Too bad about the tag. This one would
make a fine roast." Laura looked pleadingly to the chef. She
didn't want to wind up like Sally. Laura did not end up like
Sally. From that time on Laura was kept separate from her teenage
friends. Taken from the kitchen, Laura was transferred to what
appeared a hospital. There Laura was changed. First her vocal
cords were removed. That procedure was then followed by a series
of treatments designed to change Laura from a human being to a
two-legged dairy cow. In just a few weeks Laura breasts, by this
time having been greatly enlarged, began to leak milk. A few more
weeks after that and Laura's hormonal cycles permantly changed.
Periodically Laura would find herself having intense sexual
desires. Laura would now annually come into heat. Her only releif
would be to couple with a two-legged bull. Laura was rebuilt to
provide her new owners with a steady stream of both milk and
offspring. Laura ceased to exist. Number 201 brought a good price
to the Farm of Delights. Number 201's daydreaming was interrupted
by a sharp slap to her naked posterior. "Your done 201. Get back
in line." Her breasts now emptied, number 201 stood up and joined
the other cows in line back to the stalls. As she slowly walked
with the other cows number 201 thought about what had happened to
her other teenaged friends. Ms. Horner had many ways to profit
from teenaged flesh. Number 201 remembered the furniture factory.
Never before had number 201, then Laura, encountered such fine
leather furniture. Sofas and chairs were made there covered with
the smoothest of leather coverings. At the time Laura never
dreamed of the leather's source.


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