Moos and moans of pleasure cascaded throughout the barn hallway, the smell of sex and sweat hung through the air. A primal energy of release, of beastial need, vibrated if some visitor had walked in. It was perfect, at least for the cow branded C103, as this was her true home.
A cow, a hucow. An 'it', a feminine creature of sex and milk. Humanity willingly sacrificed for the embrace of sin itself, nothing but happy dumb existence. And her body reflected this happily. A female human of plump form; a curvy backside and soft skin. A distended tummy that held a small vitals scanner for her captors to monitor her through. Large udders that would, based on her hefty frame, easily fill up a K cup. In fact on her name plate held a small removable plaque that held that very measurement, 42K. Soft tanned skin and dark hair that you would almost call back except by the closest of observations. Naked, for no beast truly needs clothing, save a collar with a small bell.
Her name had been Elizabeth, once upon a time. A transwoman of average standing; having been laid off from banking job and bills piling up, she took the plunge into the thankfully lucrative market of human breast milk. During the recession and economic collapse that followed the world lockdowns, many more kinky industrialists had advocated hard for new job opportunities to be created. Ones that would both be be productive, and pleasurable for all involved.
And such, as a buffer into the cow supply was hucow milk! "Guaranteed to be made aMoozingly!" At least, that was the tagline. But if C103 had any brain cells left in her, she would have agreed heartily.
But for now in this moment she laid in a haze of lazy pleasure on her soft pad, awaiting her milkings. Sure, she had a creature comfort of a tablet that had internet access for the times that she wanted to watch something or keep up with the outside world. This was a voluntary condition after all. But most of the time it was spent flirting with every hot and bothered social media user she could get or simply watching porn. Not much else really to do when your preference was to be a hermit in your stall after all.
If she had decided to venture far, she would come quickly to a common area where many ladies and they-dies lounged around and often had copious amounts of touching. And lots of udder play, as it were. But the one activity they had learned to restrain themselves to was the drinking of each others milk.
Unpasteurized hucow milk was known to be a potent aphrodisiac and intoxicant; a concentrated formula of hormones and other chemicals that propelled on the body and brain changes required to metabolically produce the liters of milk that were required of them daily.
Not that there wasn't an eager underground market for such a potion as well, the forums and porn site videos of girls drinking a gallon of the stuff and being left to a messy brainless orgasm were proof of that. Such videos were very popular with the cows here, something very primal about knowing that in their massive mammaries had the nectar that would make a mere mortal a sexed out mess made all of their cute cunnies and girlcocks very wet.
