Betsy Becomes A Hucow Pt 01

Part 1 - Growing Pains

// This part deals with a lot of the animal fantasy aspect, and doesn't actually reach milking yet. If that's not for you, I'd skip this one. I've been working on Parts 1 and 2 simultaneously, so the next part will be out sooner

Doctor Jenkins took off Betsy's collar, and replaced it with a company branded one. Sweet Girl Inc., the country's largest human milk seller. A few decades ago, it was discovered that human breast milk was actually a lot healthier than bovine milk, and raising girls as cattle had a much smaller environmental impact than the cow industry. After a final push as a virus took out a large amount of the domestic cow population, hucows became the new norm, and hucow milk took over the world.

It was common for most hucows to be slaves like Betsy, but sometimes women would get paid for having luxury milk, with complex flavor and specific benefits. But that wasn't how Betsy would be used. Sweet Girl primarily focused on having their products be the standard milk across grocery stores.

Betsy had been spiraling, thinking of what her life was truly going to be like now, until she felt a cold clorox wipe go across her legs. Betsy looked down, and saw a nurse in basic scrubs clean up all the squirt on her legs.

Dr. Jenkins and the nurse performed a standard physical on Betsy. "All right, everything looks good, and she doesn't have any medicine allergies, so we should be good to proceed," the nurse said.

"All right Betsy," Jenkins said. "Lay down on your belly for me."

Betsy did as she was told, and she felt her arms being brought around her back. Her wrists were cuffed and locked together. A bar was connected to her wrist restraints and her collar, forcing her hands to stay in that position.

"You are going to need to get used to that restraint for the next week," Jenkins said.

A whole week! Betsy knew that sometimes Masters might leave their slaves in bondage devices overnight or for a day, but wearing a restraint for a whole week seemed crazy.

The nurse came around to the head of the bench and looked at Betsy. "I'm sorry sweet girl, but we just can't trust you to behave." The nurse had a very kind voice, and she was very pretty. Betsy felt good having the nurse look after her.

Betsy was slid up to the edge of the bench, and her boobs were hanging over the side of the bench.

"Every day for the next week, you are going to take pills and have injections," Dr. Jenkins said. "This is to allow milk to build up to your breasts, to get them to a more efficient size. Although they will ache, you cannot touch your breasts during this period."

That statement kind of confused Betsy. She wouldn't expect that to be much of an issue, andrestraining her hands for the sake of that seemed like a bit much.

"We are going to start today," Dr. Jenkins said. The nurse held out a pill to Betsy's mouth. Betsy swallowed a pill, and then slurped down a glass of water provided to her by the nurse.

Betsy's face swelled red. She knew she was a slave now, and couldn't object to anything, but this was humiliating. Betsy wasn't even allowed to swallow a pill by herself, she was treated like an idiot. Like... like livestock. The realization was a little scary.

Without asking or consent, the nurse took each of Betsy's boobs by hand, wiped them down with an alcohol wipe, and injected each of them with a medicine.

"Alright Betsy, we're done with you now. Nurse Patrice here will be bringing you your meals and checking up on you. You'll be brought back here every day for more pills and injections."

"Ok," Betsy responded.

Patrice hooked a leash on Betsy's collar, and led Betsy to her room.

It was worse than Betsy had expected. She wasn't even given a proper mattress, but instead she had a bed of straw on the floor. There were two small troughs sitting on the floor, one filled with water, the other presently empty. The room had long windows that displayed two other rooms, but nobody was in them right now.

"Ummm, what if I need to use the bathroom?" Betsy asked.

"Oh don't worry, I'll let you out every once in a while," Patrice said. She unhooked Betsy from the leash. "Now I need you to sit on the ground for me."

Betsy did as she was asked, and sat down on her knees. She looked up at Patrice. Patrice then grabbed a bag of feed from a nearby closet, and filled up the trough with feed. "This is going to keep you nice and healthy Betsy," Patrice said.

Patrice walked out of the room, and locked the door behind her. And that was it. Betsy would have to wait until she was called upon again. After a few hours, Betsy grew hungry and tried the feed. It was just some corn and oats concoction. It was very plain, and Betsy didn't feel like eating much of it. Eventually, Betsy laid down in her bed, and went to sleep.

Betsy woke up sore. She looked down on her tits, and they really swelled. It wasn't crazy, like they were up a full cup size larger, but they had noticeably grown. They were really red now too, her skin wasn't used to this size.

It didn't take long for Patrice to walk into Betsy's room. Instead of normal nurse scrubs, this time she was wearing a white skirt and a white overcoat. The outfit change allowed Betsy to get a better look at her. She was only 5'2 and had short light brunette hair that went down to her shoulder. Her green eyes popped off her olive skin.

"I really need to use the bathroom," Betsy said quickly. She hadn't gone since before her sentencing, unless she counted all the squirting she did yesterday.

Nurse Patrice gave Betsy a frown. "I know you haven't received instruction yet, but that's not how you're supposed to address me." Patrice said. "You need to wait until I ask you, you can't just make demands of me," she scolded.

Betsy just hesitated, she didn't know what to expect out of that response.

"I do have to take you out to pee, but I think you are going to need to make this up to me," Patrice said. "Get on your knees."

Betsy quickly did as she was told, but her balance was thrown off by her cuffs, so it took her longer than expected. Patrice stood right up next to Betsy, and pulled down her skirt.

"This job has very long hours, and I am surrounded by naked women most of the day. I just need to relieve some stress sometimes. And well, working with little slaves like you has some benefits."

Patrice grabbed Betsy by the back of her hair and Patrice shoved Betsy's head into her pussy.

"Lick."

That was all the instruction that Betsy needed, as she began to lick Patrice's pussy. It was very clean, not that Betsy cared right now. Patrice's juices were tasty, a very nice alternative to the dry feed she had been given. Betsy hungrily took every drop of Patrice that was offered to her, until eventually Patrice came, and Betsy was pulled away.

"See! You can be a good little hucow, you just need training. Now, let's go outside."

Patrice hooked Betsy on a leash, and she led Betsy out to the yard. It was an insane sight. Betsy saw some forty odd girls outside. None of them were standing upright, and were crawling across the large yard. The most someone was doing was just sitting on their knees. The yard had metal gate fences, but they didn't look strong enough to seriously prevent someone who tried to break through or climb over. It was more a reminder if anything.

All the other girls were all stark naked, just like Betsy. They each wore the same branded collar that Betsie did, but the other girls had bells attached to their collars. All of their breasts were absolutely massive. The smallest tits among them must've been a DDD cup, and most were above that. Their boobs didn't have any support, they just hung underneath their bodies. The scene was crazy to think about, as Betsy looked down at her own chest. Could her boobs really grow that big?

Today was even colder than yesterday. The wind was picking up, and the sky was overcast. Just another factor that made Betsy feel uncomfortable. She was wondering how all these other naked girls had been standing it.

The other surprise for Betsy was the shamelessness all the girls had. Although Betsy didn't have her hands free to cover her privates, she kept her legs tight together in a futile attempt to hide her vagina. Maybe that was another reason for the cuffs, it forced her to behave just like everyone else.

"Alright Betsy, I can't leave you out here long, so you only have 15 minutes to do your business and meet some of the other girls. You won't come out here as often as them until you are fully grown, but it's still good to socialize. No hucows are allowed on their feet here. Just like them, you have to crawl, do you understand?"

"Are my hands going to be unlocked?" Betsy asked.

"No, you'll just have to make due without them." Patrice said. "I'll be watching you, so don't worry, and get going!" Patrice undid the collar, helped Betsy to the ground, and gave her an affirming pat on the ass to send Betsy off.

Betsy struggled to move around, she had to slowly move her body relying just on her knees. Although she needed to pee incredibly badly, she couldn't bear to do so. Everyone would be looking at her. She was the new girl here, and she could definitely see a few other girls watching her.

Kindly, one of them trotted over to her. This hucow had long blonde hair and a kind expression on her face. Her tits were a full G cup, and they casually hung below her. She was probably in her early forties.

"Hi there sweetie, my name's Tanya. I'm judging that it's your first time on a farm?" the woman said.

"Yeah... Hi I um... I'm Betsy," Betsy responded.

"Are you having trouble peeing by yourself?" Tanya asked.

"No! I mean, no. I'm fine, I'm totally fine, this is alright. I can just use the bathroom. Outside, in front of everyone," Betsy rambled.

"Honey, you are fine. It's tough your first time. You probably just became a slave a few days ago, it's totally natural."

"Well, yesterday actually. Came right from the courtroom to here."

"Oh... that's odd. I don't think I've heard of a hucow being bought so quickly," Tanya said.

It was weird hearing Tanya call her a hucow, how she seemed so acceptive and acclimated to it. Sure, that is what Betsy had called human livestock in the past, but she still didn't think of herself that way. And thinking like that, it was hard to see the other women here as hucows too.

Tanya clearly could still see the nervousness in Betsy. "Regardless, it doesn't matter. Roll over on your back, I can help you out."

Betsy wasn't exactly sure what Tanya was going to do, but she listened to her. She had probably been here for a while. Tanya strode over Betsy's body, moved Betsy's boobs off to the side, and just laid on her. Tanya's ass was right in Betsy's face, and Betsy could feel Tanya's large boobs settle overtop her body.

"What... what are you doing?" Betsy asked.

"You just need to get a little more comfortable. With me, with you. Just feel the warmth of my body."

Tanya's body did feel good, it was a stark contrast to the cold atmosphere. But Betsy was still nowhere close to feeling comfortable with peeing. Tanya's face was right there!

"Don't worry about anything sweetie," Tanya calmly said, as she took a hand to Betsy's vagina.

Betsy's body was getting hot, really hot. Tanya wasn't fingering Betsy, but instead massaging her pussy, and especially focusing on her clit. She took the occasional lick to, really edging it on.

"You're going to have to let go eventually Betsy!" Tanya cried, but the sound was muffled by the rear in Betsy's face.

"I can't do it Tanya, I just can't! I would be peeing on your face"

"Don't worry about me honey, I'll be fine. Don't focus on your body either Betsy. Just give me a nice lick. Focus on that, and let your body do what's natural."

Betsy raised her mouth up to Tanya's pussy. It was incredibly hairy, with just a little pink poking out from Tanya's bush. Betsy started licking Tanya, and Betsy noted just how differently Tanya tasted than Patrice. Patrice's pussy was spotless and clean shaven, and tasted like most of the pussy's Betsy had licked before.

Tanya's vagina was the outlier. Tanya's pussy was sweaty and dirty from all the time Tanya had been spending outside. Strangely, Betsy wasn't repulsed by the grossness of it all, despite her initial assumption. Betsy just dived headfirst into Tanya. Betsy was a hucow know, and soon her own pussy would be just like that.

Until Betsy snapped back. What was she thinking?

In that realization and confusion, Betsy had let her reservations go. Betsy felt her body release as a powerful stream of squirt hit Tanya right in the face.

"There you go honey!" Tanya cried. She was just laughing along while getting covered by pee.

Betsy quickly went back to being embarrassed, but she couldn't stop the pee now even if she tried. Still sensing how Betsy was feeling, Tanya got off of her and rolled Betsy onto her belly. At least now Betsy was peeing into the dirt. But Betsy was still upset, and tearing up in embarrassment.

"Shhh, it's alright now sweetie," Tanya said, taking Betsy's cheek. Everyone else goes to the bathroom out here too, look over there.

Tanya pointed in the direction of another girl. She had a hard stream of piss coming out on the ground while talking to her friend, neither of them giving it a second thought. Another girl was crawling up to the two to talk, and she was in the middle of pooping! Just leaving the droppings as she walked!

"Everything is normal here, nobody is expecting you to do something that everyone else isn't. Now, do you need to poop as well?"

"No... not right now," Betsy responded. She didn't think she could handle pooping now as well.

"Alright then. I see a worker walking this way, she's probably here to pick you up. Next time you're out here, if you're having trouble doing your business, just come find me, ok?" Tanya said.

"Yes... and thank you!" Betsy said. Tanya strolled away, and Patrice walked right up back to Betsy.

"Aww, look at you making friends." Patrice said. "Come on, it's time to get you cleaned up."

Patrice hooked Betsy back up to a collar again, and she helped Betsy stand up. They walked back inside.

This time, instead of her room, Patrice took Betsy to a shower room. Like the rest of the building, it appeared very clean, with white tiles both on the walls and the floors here. There was a large mirror Betsy could see herself in, and she was a squalid sight. Her body was covered in dirt and piss, her hairy was frazzled and in disarray, and well, she looked like an animal. That really scared her.

Betsy was finally allowed to take off the restraints, but Patrice told her that she was not allowed to touch her "little titties" at all. Hearing Patrice still call Betsy's boobs little made her nervous, but she followed orders. Betsy was upright in a standard doggy position. Patrice took off her jacket and skirt, leaving only a light pink bra and a pair of panties on. Betsy looked with amazement and lust at her. "It's just so I don't get my clothes wet, you dirty little girl," Patrice said.

Ashamed, Betsy turned away and just looked at the wall. Patrice turned on the water, and Betsy was hit with a startling cold stream of water. Patrice started with Betsy's head, moving shampoo throughout her hair, and then washing her body. Patrice was extra careful around Betsy's boobs, Betsy wasn't allowed to lose any milk. Then Patrice leaned in close to Betsy's ear.

"Also Betsy, if you still need to pee, you can do so in here. But I'm so proud of you for going outside on your first time."

A small pressure was relieved in Betsy. Even if Tanya wasn't around to help her, she could pee in an actual bathroom. Well, it would be over a shower drain, while Patrice was watching her, but still a far cry from pissing in the dirt.

"But you definitely can't poop in here, and I didn't see you do that outside," Patrice said. "Don't worry about it for now, but we have to make sure you're potty trained."

Potty trained. Betsy was being referred to like a little kid. Or... or a dog. A pet. An animal. It didn't make her feel good.

At this point, Patrice had made her way to Betsy's vagina. "Oh no, this won't do at all," she said, playing with Betsy's bush.

Patrice flipped Betsy onto her back, and took out a razor and shaving cream. Betsy was now looking back up at Patrice again, and could see her nipples and vagina peeking out from her soaked undergarments. Patrice leaned down and spread the cream around Betsy's vagina. She expertly began shaving off the hair, until only Betsy's pink and ripe pussy was left there.

For once, Betsy began to hope that someone would just pick her up and use her pussy again, but this time she was left unsatisfied. Patrice told Betsy to get back in her milking position, and she washed Betsy's legs.

"Hey Betsy, turn your head and look here for me." Patrice said.

Betsy turned around, and saw Patrice snap a photo of her ass and vagina frontal. Betsy quickly got embarrassed.

She raised up her hands, "No, no, please!" Betsy pleaded, but her hands simply slipped and she fell down on the floor.

"Oh Betsy. What did I say about talking out of turn," Patrice said, and Betsy felt her vagina twinge at the comment, but it was nothing compared to the embarrassment. What if Patrice posted that photo? Betsy's privates would be available for anyone online.

"Well, we have the room for an hour, and it's only been thirty minutes," Patrice said, and she put her phone down. "I think I can have a little fun with you." A smile crossed her face. Patrice had been fishing for a reason to play with Betsy.

Patrice took off her bra and panties. "You will be able to do much more of this later, with hucows that have real big beautiful titties that put mine to shame, but right now I want you to make mine feel special." Patrice grabbed Betsy by the collar, and led her mouth up to Patrice's boob.

Betsy suckled on Patrice. Betsy was beginning to feel like she was seeing more of Patrice like this. Just like Betsy, Patrice also felt a little embarrassed. She was tiny and mostly flat while surrounded by big and luscious girls. Patrice wanted to be more bodacious, unlike Betsy who wanted to be thin and lithe.

After a little suckling, Patrice took a finger down and began to play with Betsy's asshole. "I know it's gotten a lot less love over this past day, your pussy must be sore after everything. You're little asshole will get its moment later, but right now it can stand a little attention," she said.

After they finished up, Betsy was brought back to her room. This time, she saw the addition of a small fabric stool and a television inside.

"It's time for your morning lessons," Patrice said. "I want you to pay good attention. It'll be very important as it'll outline the time you spend on the farm. If you do, you can have a treat later. Let's get you set up."

Betsy didn't know what a treat here would mean, but she was already a little envious at the possibility. Betsy was to lay over the side of the stool, facing the TV. Her boobs hung out in front of her, and Patrice attached weights to her nipples. This really caused them to ache. Betsy let out a soft moan.

Then, Patrice filled Betsy's water and her feed. "You didn't eat a lot yesterday Betsy," Patrice said, a little disappointment in her voice. "I want to see your trough empty by the end of the day."

"Um, yes," Betsy responded.

"Good, now don't move. Let me hook you up." Patrice said. As a final touch, she took out something from her coat pocket, and pushed it into Betsy's pussy.

Patrice then gave Betsy a pat on the ass. "I see you later," she said softly, and Patrice walked out of the room.

When the door shut, the TV and the vibrator in Betsy's pussy turned on. It wasn't surprising, but the lessons weren't a typical educational matter. It was all about Betsy's new life as a hucow. It started by talking about introductions and expectations. The no touching her boobs rule was stressed a couple times again, and she was told to be careful to not accidentally put pressure on them in the yard. While training, Betsy was allowed to walk normally, but once she was finished it was expected that she would crawl around everywhere like all the other hucows.