"Are you feeling better now?" asked Eve, her hand wrapped around MU2's neck.
MU2 smiled dreamily, comforted by the dominant hand of her mistress. "Everything is all right, now," she burbled.
Eve chuckled, squeezing her hand on MU2's neck. MU2 felt pure joy in her submission to Eve, so happy that she had been reunited with her.
She wasn't feeling quite as stupid as before. She tended to lose track of her thoughts due to the focus she placed on her mistress, but lately she had been able to tone down the intensity.
Her memories were accessible, but muted. Not intrusive, like they had been before, but neatly categorized. Her past no longer bothered her, because she was being useful. She had found her purpose.
She rubbed her hand over her belly, marveling at the quick growth of her child. She had spent a glorious month with Eve, fucking and drinking her milk, restructuring her mind to better serve her keeper. It had been a bit of a honeymoon, but nothing could last forever.
Eve had finally been assigned new duties, and needed to go back to work. MU2 had complained bitterly for a day or two, but had finally accepted that this was the way things had to be. The Farm needed to run, and she couldn't take up all of Eve's time.
She consoled herself with the thought that Eve would always be waiting for her after work. Waiting to play with her cow. And MU2 would be there, loyal to the end.
"Ah, here we are," declared Eve. "No more temporary housing, MU2, this is the permanent home for your herd!"
There was little to see initially as they stepped into the airlock. MU2 waited patiently, excitement mixed with trepidation. Her body trembled. She hadn't seen the other cows in months. What if they hated her?
"Don't worry, cow," said her lover, reading her body language. "The other cows have adapted well to their transformation and have become a proper herd. You should have no problems with them."
The door rolled open, revealing a multi leveled room with ladders and ramps leading up and down. They were painted in pastel blues, soothing colors. There was even a large spiral slide that led from the top floor all the way to the bottom. It looked like a gigantic playground.
MU2 marveled in wonder, suddenly eager to explore, but she still cowered in her keeper's hand, feeling shy. She looked around nervously, but there were no other cows in sight. They could be hiding in one of the alcoves or behind the series of purple partitions.
"These accommodations were built with fully transformed cows in mind," Eve explained, pointing out the different areas.
"At ground level, there's a series of milking stalls. You have a choice of single or communal milking, depending on your comfort level. On the top floor are accommodations, beds, sofas, and an entertainment area. The second floor has an exercise area with built in spa and pool."
She gestured to the far wall, where a glowing light marked a door. "If you're not feeling up to the stairs or ladders, the lift is in the far corner. What do you think?"
She was thinking that it sounded amazing, but her anxiety increased when she saw motion coming from the top floor. Curious faces peeked out from the balcony, looking down on the two of them.
A cheerful mooing sound echoed from the rafters, cow after cow jumping into the spiral slide. They spun around and around as they dropped, white and black mixed with brown and red.
MU2 drew back as they approached, but Eve held her strong, preventing her from running. "Stop that," she ordered strongly. "They're only curious."
The cows had gotten uncomfortably close, running their hands over her body in greeting. She jumped as the white cow took handfuls of her breasts. "You're pretty," said the cow, lips curling. "But can you produce more than me?"
She lifted her own udder, showing off her voluminous assets. Her breasts looked like they were made of porcelain, all of the pigment drained from her skin. The surface was shiny, well oiled. The cow was taking care of herself.
"I won't take that bet," said the next cow. "None of us can produce more than you can."
This one's skin was colored brown with white spots. She flexed her arms in a pose, thrusting her chest out. Her abs were tight, with a well defined six pack. "But I bet you can't lift more than me!"
"Nobody cares about that," said the cow with a red coloration, her violet eyes spearing the muscled cow. "We all know you're compensating for low production numbers."
"Ouch!" the cow replied, acting shocked. "I possess intangible attributes that my keeper finds irresistible!"
She looked off into the distance, smiling at nothing in particular. "Lys'antha'top is the best," she breathed. "She lets me top her whenever I like."
Her face reddened. "I hope none of you tell her that. I don't think that's supposed to be common knowledge."
The last cow sighed strongly, flashing the large tattoo of a cobra that stretched vertically between her four breasts. "We're all cows here," she declared, blinking at MU2. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with us."
MU2 giggled at their banter, trying to match the cows with her memories. "What are your names?" she asked, feeling a bit less nervous.
The four cows gathered in close, smiling at her. "I'm MU1, but you can call me Daisy!" said the white cow.
She pressed her soft udder into MU1's shoulder and gazed at MU2's chest. "Look at those breasts," she declared. "They might even be as big as mine!"
The cow with the cobra tattoo cleared her throat. "I'm Natalia, but I don't go by that name." She gazed into the distance, her mind drifting. "Call me MU5, I left my old life behind to become a cow."
She shivered, her udder jiggling. "I feel so much better as a cow. I don't ever want to go back. Put me into the stack. Milk me, use me."
MU2 sensed some unresolved issues, but she didn't press the cow. She was certain that MU5 would open up if she gave her some time.
The next cow in line had her arms folded. She gave MU2 a half wave of acknowledgement. "Natalia is still recovering from her time in the stack. She did another full shift earlier today and she's still a little out of it."
She thrust her hand out, and took MU2's, pumping it enthusiastically. "Nice to see you again, MU2, I'm MU4, but Ashley is fine, too. They used to laugh at my udder size, but that was before I demonstrated that I could bench press my keeper."
She shot her a wink, and MU2 withdrew her hand, impressed at the cow's grip strength. She felt a faint fondness for this cow. She had treated MU2 well during her initial days at the facility.
She gave the cow a wan smile. "I bet you won't be bench pressing me when I'm full of milk!"
She noticed a speculative look in the cow's eyes and became worried. "Please, don't volunteer to try it on me!"
She turned to the last cow, feeling more self confident. This cow's breasts had swelled up large, her udder filled with milk. The size almost rivaled that of her own, but even so, she couldn't measure up to Daisy or her. She wasn't an Ultra.
"You must be Iris," she said with a little trepidation, tentatively reaching out her hand.
"I don't bite," declared the cow, gripping her hand softly. "I'm not always moody! And you can call me MU3 if you want to. My mistress likes that best." She blushed.
MU2 patted her on the shoulder. "I'm sure she does."
MU2 was feeling unusual. It almost felt as though these cows were... family?
She was certain that had been the goal of the keepers all along, but despite the blatant manipulation, she didn't really care. These other cows had welcomed her and she was beginning to think that she might like them.
Sensing her change in mood, Eve squeezed her neck once more and let her go, giving her a light shove into the crowd of babbling cows. "Go, have fun!" she declared, waving at MU1 as she was swallowed by four sets of hands. "I'll come fetch you after work."
MU1 quailed, but quickly settled into the group of friendly cows, her tense shoulders relaxing. "You had better!"
Eve chuckled, her hips swaying. "Wouldn't miss it!" Her voice echoed out of the airlock as it rolled shut behind her.
"Now!" declared Daisy, hefting her breasts. "Are you ready for a little friendly competition?"
"I hope you've been working on bulking up," declared Iris, turning to lead them to a partition wall. "Or I might just run away with the medal."
Daisy laughed, flashing her teeth which were as white as her face. "If you can beat me, I'll be legitimately amazed," she replied. "These babies are locked and loaded."
She pressed her hands against her nipples, milk trickling out without any apparent effort on her part. They certainly did look almost full.
MU2 looked down at her own chest, which seemed small by comparison. She had little hope of winning this competition due to the fun she had just enjoyed with Eve. They had been spending a lot of time together, their relationship growing at the same rate as her belly.
