This story is set in a world described in my story 'Milk Sow'. In this world women leave school to either become professional women or milk sows. Sometimes this boundary becomes blurred.
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David stood in his dark suit. His shoes were very black and highly polished, his hair combed neatly, his shirt white with a pale blue tie peeking out between the lapels of his dark suit. He was nervous, it was a big day. He knew that Angie was going to be hot, so many feverish nights had passed unable to sleep, thinking of the changes that were being wrought in her in preparation for this day: for him. He was having a hard time trying to hide the fact his cock was bone hard in his pants. So many fantasies had reverberated in his head about this day, about their life together after this day, and now he was about to see her and the effect of the surgery done upon her at the farm. She would be brought back to him, having had her modifications done, ready to become his sow. He still could not believe her when she had said, so quietly, in such a matter of fact way that this was what she wanted. It was beyond his fantasies -- having his own sow -- and someone as beautiful and sexy as Angie. He knew he was beyond lucky. What had he ever done to deserve such servitude from her?
Angie approached in a long white tulle veil held in place by a pure white band of silk flowers that ran through her auburn hair. She wore a satin body stocking of pure white with cream flowers interwoven to either side. The body reached up around her neck and covered her udders, now fully developed, and hanging heavily before her chest. The material swept round her huge globes and down over her belly, clinging to her, pinching her and holding her all around before sweeping down between her naked thighs. Down there, between her tanned thighs, so supple and smooth with their nakedness contrasting against the satin body; down there where her sowcunt, as she had been taught to think of it, was very visible pressed into the material, she could feel herself moist as she saw David standing in his suit, looking so masterful and handsome. He could have any girl, how lucky she had caught his eye. She hoped above all that he would approve of how they had turned out.
Her time at the farm had not been long, and yet to her it seemed like a lifetime. She had changed so much. It had not taken her long to start lactating once she had been put on the sow feed. This meant she had to get used to having a regular milking cycle, and she became so excited as she felt her body start to ache with the weight of milk building inside her udders. Getting used to thinking of her breasts as udders was a lot harder, but she had managed it by whispering it to herself over and over until she could no longer think of using any other word to describe her big milk factories. The fact they were growing day on day also helped; looking less and less like her old puny breasts.
She loved the sow feed. Everything that she had read about it being so addictively yummy was true. She couldn't exactly describe the taste of it, for it had the velvety softness of chocolate, but was not really very sweet. It was, however, amazing to eat and she sooo looked forward to feeding times at the farm. They told her that after the ceremony, when she was home with David, he would continue to feed her the sow feed, and that would keep her milk production up. In fact they had explained to her that she would need the feed, that she already did. If she didn't get her sow feed regularly she would get headaches and be unable to settle. David would have no choice but to keep up her feed times, and that the more she ate it, the less she would be able to taste other foods. Before long she would be weaned off the food she was used to eating and just live on the sow feed; that it had all the nutrients she needed, but would also drive changes in her body chemistry making her udders swell and her milk yield grow.
Angie felt so excited when they explained this to her. The other thing she really loved at the farm was her milking times. The release of tension that had built up inside her and watching all her milk pour from her udders -- to think she had produced it all! It still truly amazed her and made her feel tingly especially in her groin. The surgery on her udders to make the milk pour from a single collecting orifice in each of her teats had been painful, but they had healed really quickly. She wondered what David would think, as this would be the first time he had seen her since she packed her overnight bag and headed off with the men from the sow farm for her final preparations before the big day.
Angie had stayed at the farm for about a fortnight. They said it would take that long to get her udders prepared and her milk production under way. David had been so excited and fucked her like a mad thing when she told him she wanted to become his private sow. She had always fantasized, even from a little girl, about becoming the sow of the man she loved rather than his wife. She loved the idea of him taking over complete control of her life, of his regulating her cycles, of being kept as his pet and above all, his hands upon her udders, kneading and pressuring them, drawing out from her the milk she produced for him. She imagined having her own milk stall in their home where he'd take her and fix her up to a pump that would extract the milk from her udders. Oh God that made her so hot, she came when the men from the farm arrived to take her away. They didn't seem surprised at her wanting to be a sow. They had said, as they drove to the farm, that many women have this fantasy. The brave ones make lot into a reality and never regret it.
Angie walked slowly toward David, and he turned and let out a gasp at the sight of her. He saw her swaying udders free under the white she felt consumed with love for him, giving herself so utterly to him. How complete was her offering of herself to him, and that heightened all her feelings on this day of days. Down between her udders was a strip of white netted cotton in a body that reached down and flared out around her hips and swept down between her thighs. The material pressed very tight against her sow cunt where two round poppers held it firmly in place. She could feel the tightness of the material with each step, her lips sliding first one way then the other with each step. She had admired her look in the mirror before setting out, noticing the way one of her lips hung lower than the other forming two rounded soft cushions that were destined to be pounded regularly by her handler. The words made her tingle as she stepped forward next to David and looked up into his eyes.
David smiled at her and reached out and cupped one of her udders. She could see he was pleased with the result. She felt some moisture form at its tip in instinctive response to the feel of his fingers. Matt stood before the two of them like a presiding minister. Angie wore long white stockings and white high heel boots.
"Angie and David we are here today to bring to conclusion the transformation of Angie, hitherto a female human and from this day forward to become the property of David Hardwick."
He turned to Angie. "Do you Angie accept David to be your owner, to serve him with your body as his sow? To offer him your milk for collection and to accede to him in all things, accepting unconditionally his right to keep you in any manner he sees fit?"
Angie did not hesitate. "I do." Matt smiled and David's hand slipped around her ass cheek and gave her a squeeze of appreciation. "Then repeat after me:
I Angie Collar renounce here before these witnesses my human status and I do willingly embrace my future as a milk sow. I do this under no duress or coercion, devoting myself entirely to the serving of my owner."
"I Angie Collar renounce here before these witnesses my human status and I do willingly embrace my future as a milk sow. I do this under no duress or coercion, devoting myself entirely to the serving of my owner."
Matt continued: "From this day forward I will no longer be Angie Collar, contenting myself merely to being the property of David Hardwick. I declare before these witnesses that forthwith all who meet me, without exemption and without limit, are to treat me as such. I concede now, ahead of time, regardless of circumstance, that any protestation or plea from me henceforth is to be utterly disregarded, and that in all matters I will concede in all things to the wishes and desires of my owner."
Angie repeated the words, the fluttering in her stomach growing with each phrase as her servitude was driven home unrelentingly. There would be no room for doubt, no leeway, no quarter given. It had been a long journey, yet there was no doubt in Angie's mind this is what she wanted. She thought though that this ceremony made you think. It wouldn't be possible to ever say once you had been through such a ceremony that you did not know precisely what was expected of you. There would be no way back.
"You are doing really well Angie," Matt was saying soothingly to her. "I am impressed you do not hesitate in your responses, which shows that you have no doubts about the commitments you are making here today. We cannot proceed unless you are certain. Are you ready now to make your final declaration, knowing that once made, and in accordance with your own wishes, you will no longer be consulted and thereby make irrevocable your vows. Are you ready?"
Angie did not hesitate a moment. She nodded her consent and shot a quick look at David. Would he be ready for this, she wondered.
