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The Belle Tolls: Chapter 1



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With a yawn, Belle woke up and rubbed her eyes. “Was I streaming today?...”  She murmured in her half-asleep stupor, sitting up in bed as she examined her surroundings.  The faint glow of the morning sun shined through the drapes and illuminated the rustic, wooden, walls that surrounded her.  Her bed was very basic, and no technology could be found. A sense of confusion sprung up within the brunette for a moment, but she quickly remembered where she was.  “Oh yeah, I took that stupid summer job on Mr. Harrison’s farm,” she grumbled in frustration, rolling her eyes.

She strolled over the creaky floor, stopping to clear her face in a washing basin.  Who had brought the water in? Regardless, she had to prepare for her day.  Belle walked past a bookshelf to her dresser in order to change.  She stripped herself out of her cotton nightgown, tossing it aside. It now seemed that her wardrobe consisted of country-style dresses, overalls, and other practical clothing. Belle paused, looking at the rustic clothing with a scowl; Why did she have to wear hick clothes like these?  There was nothing appealing about them at all, she would rather be caught dead than wear this crap; every piece of clothing lacked any cuteness or appeal.  While lost in thought, a tightness suddenly built within her chest.  Belle gazed down, noticing the lovely roundness of her naked mammaries.  Each nipple stood erect in defiance of the cool morning air.  “Have you grown?”  Belle muttered through her half-asleep haze, reaching her hands up and squeezing each breast.  No, she must have just been groggy from waking up.  She had always been a D cup, why had she thought they were smaller? Also, it was normal for a farmhand to wear clothing like this; she had always worn practical attire for her work after all.  Without further hesitation, the brunette grabbed the overalls and dressed, pulling the straps over her shoulders and buttoning them to the front.  Stifling a yawn, she walked over to push the curtains aside. Birds chirped from the apple tree near her bedroom window.  Nature’s melody picked up in tempo as all life awoke from the night’s slumbering, invigorating Belle’s senses and giving her energy.  Despite being a big fan of modern amenities, she still enjoyed the earth’s rustic beauty.

“That’s more like it!”  Belle exclaimed merrily, stretching her arms and back.  Today was going to suck in a lot of ways, so maybe she’d try having a positive attitude for a little while.  A dazed expression suddenly spread across her face, the room around her blurring and becoming out of focus.  A sense of panic set in; what was happening right now?  Everything swirled around the frightened young woman, assaulting her senses and overwhelming her.  Just as she was about to scream out--

Belle blinked, looking down at the dining room table, a plate of food in front of her.  Her stomach growled in response, begging to be filled.  Mr. Harrison whistled a tune while cooking food for the two of them. Hadn’t she just been doing something else? Something terrifying was happening in her room, but what? She mused things over in her head, but it was hard to focus. Belle couldn’t resist her mounting hunger any longer, shoveling forkfuls of buttery eggs and bacon into her mouth. It was important to not piss off her boss, so she’d be nice; focusing on the long day of hard, back-breaking work ahead was the most important thing right now.  “Thanks for the breakfast, Mr. Harrison,” said the brunette cordially.  Considering her hunger, she was honestly pretty happy to eat.

The older middle-aged man curled his lips into a toothy grin.  “Heh heh heh…  Growing girls need a hearty breakfast, don’t ya think?”  The skinny male said in a friendly tone, running his thumbs under his overall straps to adjust them.  He scratched his scruffy beard and took a seat across from the farm girl, wolfing down his food with reckless abandon.

This man’s laugh pissed Belle off.  The way he talked about her being a growing girl rubbed her the wrong way.  While internally seething, her stomach suddenly rumbled, a deep emptiness forming within the young woman.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt such a deep, unrelenting hunger. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m still hungry,” the woman exclaimed, putting a hand on her tummy.  This was weird; she had never been a glutton, and staying skinny was important for retaining viewers.  A low, guttural rumble emanated from her body.  “May I have seconds, please?”  All the while, she began to shift uncomfortably in her seat.  It felt like her ass had begun to take up a bit more space, spreading out over more of the cushion.

Mr. Harrison cocked his head to the side, giving the farmhand a perplexed look.  “Didn’t sleep well last night, did ya?  Your plate’s full,” the male said, ripping into a piece of bacon.

Belle noticed that her plate was, indeed, filled with food. Musings of how she wasn’t keen on Mr. Harrison’s condescending tone entered her head but soon disappeared as the food’s aroma flooded her senses.  She blocked out all negative thoughts and began to eat like a ravenous animal, using her bare hands to transport each greasy bite to her lips.  “Mmmm…”  Pleasurable utterances escaped from her mouth. The young woman was far too enraptured with her feast to notice the straining sensation that overflowed from her supple ass and tits.  As the chair began to feel smaller, the fabric over her chest strained from the weight of her engorging melons.

“We have a long day ahead of us!  Tend to the animals, starting with the chickens.  Cows will be last.  I’ll be working on the fields,” Mr. Harrison stated in a matter-of-fact tone.  He raised a hand to his brow to block out the bright, morning sun and scanned the farm around him.  The pastures were lush and green with common farm staples strewn about.  A red barn could be seen in the distance, with silos placed seemingly at random.  It was definitely a farm but almost seemed to be designed by someone who had never actually seen a real one before.  A peculiar fog obscured everything after a certain distance, allowing her to only see maybe a half-mile in any given direction.

By this point, Belle didn’t question how she got from one place to the other so fast; egg duty by herself sounded perfect.  She didn’t have to pretend she was overjoyed to be here when that withered old farmer wasn’t around.   “No problem, leave it to me.  Just let me know when it’s lunchtime,” the brunette waved to the farmer before trotting through the verdant pastures toward the chicken coop. Every step caused her supple ass to bounce with a noticeable jiggle as an uncomfortable chafing built beneath the fabric.  Had her overalls always been this tight? “Ugh…”  She stopped and slid a hand down to her rear, picking at her panties through the denim.  They wedged into her crack, causing a great deal of discomfort.  Upon dislodging the underwear, the cotton rubbed against her sweat-dampened vulva.  She let out a yelp as small jolts of electricity surged through her pussy and rippled through her pelvis. Soon after, her nipples hardened into points and strained against her bra; each soft sphere now felt uncomfortably snug while trickles of perspiration dripped through her cleavage. Belle stopped moving to regain her composure despite her trembling body.  How could she be this sensitive today?  An uncanny, cold feeling permeated her chest.  Something about this farm-- no, this whole situation felt off.

While musing over her current predicament, a shiver went down her spine.  Something was staring at her with great intensity.  A deep feeling of visceral dread sprung forth within her; it was as if a lion was sizing up a zebra on the African Savannah and she would be pounced on at any moment.  After building up some courage and taking a deep breath, she turned her head to the left.  A pure white cow stood in a field beyond a nearby fence.  Every inch of the pristine beast was colored white like freshly fallen snow, its glossy coat refracting the sun’s rays in an unearthly fashion.  It stood completely still, watching the girl intently with its pale blue eyes.

“It was just a cow,” groaned Belle as she shook her head in embarrassment.  Why the hell had she gotten worked up over something so innocuous?  Right now, the only pressing matter was her farm duties.

“Baawwk!!”  Clucking sounds saturated the hot summer air, forcing Belle to snap back to reality.  The door of the chicken coop manifested before her eyes.  That was right, she had a job to do.  She entered the room, ignoring how tightly her overalls now hugged her body.  Chickens were lined up in their pens, waiting ready to have their eggs harvested.

“Alright girls, I’m here to help!” Belle grabbed a basket that was conveniently right next to her,  beginning her first duty of the morning. Even if this job kind of sucked, it was important to at least put minimal effort into completing her task.  She spent some time collecting the eggs, being careful not to hurt the hens.  After tending to the first handful of cluckers, she ran into a roadblock.  “Hey, let me have that please,” sighed the woman, trying to wrestle an egg away from a particularly obstinate bird.  It squawked and fidgeted, rebuking Belle’s desperate advances.  “Just give it to me!”  The brunette spat venomously, anger swirling within her.  Seeing red, Belle grabbed the chicken roughly by the breast feathers and shoved it away from the egg.  With a startled bawk, the poor creature trembled in the corner of its enclosure.

“If you just listened to me…”  Bell muttered, feeling a twinge of guilt for just a moment.  Ultimately, it was just a chicken; It probably wouldn’t even remember this altercation in five minutes.  This revelation assuaged her feelings of guilt, allowing her to gather the rest of the eggs.

“Hurry it up!!!”  A male voice bellowed from outside the coop.  “The horses need some help!”

Belle winced, feeling greatly pressured to finish her job.  She moved more quickly between the remaining hens, getting a little too rough as she extracted the remaining eggs as quickly as she could.  Disgruntled chirping noises echoed through the stagnant air as Belle left a trail of unhappy avians in her wake.  “That does it, let’s get out of here.”  With her spoils in hand, she finally took her leave, eager to move on to the next task.  Was she supposed to feed them as well?

Upon stepping back out into the pasture, the haze swirled and contorted; the farm rearranged itself once more.  Instead of a chicken coop, there was now a stable in the same location.  Belle could hear the farmer barking at her to feed the horses from a nondescript location and decided it would be in her best interest to listen. Why the hell had she agreed to spend her summer in purgatory?  With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, the brunette walked glumly toward the stable.  With every step, it became more apparent that her gait was gradually becoming heavier and less stable.  Her ass and tits felt increasingly uncomfortable as if her clothes were at least a size too small.

“Fucking hell, I just need to do my job, come on,” lamented the young woman.  She had been so enthusiastic about her farm work a little while ago, but the chickens had left her feeling sour.  “Ugh...”  She once again picked at her panties through the denim that strained against her soft, supple flesh.  Her crack greedily devoured her underwear, making it no longer possible to free herself.  Belle’s heart rate and breath picked up, beads of sweat forming and sliding down her hot, sticky cleavage.  Her chest mounds strained and flattened against the overalls, yearning to break free.  Any attempt to free her nethers resulted in the cotton riding up into her hot, feminine crevice, much to her chagrin.  Her cheeks turned crimson as she looked around herself, hoping desperately that Mr. Harrison couldn’t see her.

“Mrrrooo!”  A sudden, loud moo boomed through the thick, humid courtyard.

Bell let out a startled yell, her heart nearly bursting from her chest and flying away.  She snapped her head around to see the same white cow from before, burning holes into her with its unearthly, blue-eyed gaze.  It was likely an optical illusion, but it almost seemed like wisps of silvery-white energy radiated from the glorious bovine.  Immediately, a deep, unfettered humiliation bubbled up within the brunette.  It was just a cow, a beast with no real intelligence.  Why should she care if it watched her struggle in such a compromising position?

“Go away!”  Belle shouted, waving her hand at the cow with a pained look on her face while biting her lower lip.   Despite her vehement protests, the bovine continued to peer into the farmhand’s soul.  “Fine, whatever,” she growled, her eye twitching in frustration.

The young woman shambled into the stable and out of the cow’s line of sight, finding it difficult to move due to the added weight on her chest and rear.  “Goddammit,” Belle muttered as her panties rode up into labia and rubbed against her sensitive flesh.  Slight tingles pulsed up from between her legs and dispersed through her pelvis. Belle’s diamond-hard nipples chafed uncomfortably against her bra, becoming incredibly sensitive and causing small, painful throbs to assault her tits.   She felt her breasts might escape, having consumed too much real estate within her overall top.  “I-- I just have to finish this job,” she pleaded, feeling a desperate need to get back to her room so she could take her clothes off.  Legs trembling, the sweat-dampened farmhand scanned the stable’s interior, looking for a brush.  There were three horses that needed tending to, but how could she do that without a brush to comb their silky coats and tails?  With a grimace and loud huff, Belle poked her head back out to yell at Mr. Harrison, who was now sitting outside, fixing a barrel.  “Hey!  Where’s the brush?  I kind of need it to do my job,” demanded the irate woman, keeping her body behind the doorway to obscure her ill-fitting clothes.

Mr. Harrison stopped his work and looked back at Belle with a scowl.  “Young miss, surely you’re aware that we don’t groom the horses on Saturday. Grab the shovel by the wall and start scooping manure into bags.  Can’t let good fertilizer go to waste, can we now?”  He let out a throaty laugh, shaking his head as he shifted focus back to his important repairs.

Wssssh.

A gentle breeze wafted through the pasture, caressing Belle’s hot, moistened body.  She stood completely still, staring at the farmer in stupefied silence.  Did this old coot really expect her to shovel literal shit into bags?  As her body still trembled from the previous expansion issues, she turned and walked back into the stable, which now overflowed with the potent scent of horse excrement.  Literal piles of shit sat stagnant in each stall, flies buzzing about and crawling gleefully over the rancid chunks.

“Okay, NO,” Belle stated dully, feeling the seeds of anger take root within her.  She could handle dealing with some of Mr. Harrison’s bullshit, but that didn’t mean she had to take his horseshit as well.  Ignoring the unhappy neighing, Belle turned and stomped right back outside.  “We need to have a talk.  Right now!”  She began to yell, approaching the trollish farmer.  Before she got too far, the world around her started to brighten.  “What the hell?”  The young woman raised a hand over her eyes, attempting in vain to shield herself from the blinding whiteness.

Bzzzz!!

Loud humming joined the almost angelic light, drowning out Belle’s senses as she let out a panicked cry.  She closed her eyes tightly and put her hands over her ears, crouching down to her knees while trembling.  What the hell was going on!?  Were they under attack?  Did a bomb go off?

Suddenly, nothing.  The sound died down and the sun’s rays returned to normal.  Belle uncovered her ears slowly, realizing that whatever was happening had stopped.  She then opened her eyes and stood up with an uneasy wobble, the extra weight of her chest and ass still making normal movement arduous.  Belle calmed down a little more and noticed she was now in a grassy field, the pasture she had previously occupied now a few hundred yards away.  Okay, this was definitely strange.

“Stealing from the elderly, seeing your own supporters as beneath you, and now the neglect of animals you swore to care for.  What am I supposed to do with you, Miss Belle?”  A sultry yet maternal voice echoed in Belle’s head, causing the bitchy brunette to jump while her heart rate skyrocketed.

“WHO are you!?”  Belle screamed, her true memories flooding back into her head.  That’s right, she didn’t have a summer job on the farm; she was supposed to be getting famous, not taking orders from a creepy, annoying farmer. With disdain-filled eyes, she swiveled her head and looked for the intruder.  When her eyes made contact with the pure sapphire eyes of that same white cow from earlier, a primal sense of dread welled up.  It stared right through her, reading Belle’s thoughts and very soul as if they were a mere children’s book. Immediately, she felt a sense of absolute violation.  The sanctum of her mind had been invaded; there would be no privacy in the presence of this creature.  “Y-- You…  The cow?”  She stammered, looking completely baffled.

The ethereal bovine gazed into Belle, taking a moment to read her mental state, her fears, and her vices.  “Who am I?  You’re the one who named me, aren’t you?” The silvery-white beast projected into Belle’s head with a calm inflection.

Belle paused, a dumb expression spread across her face.  She moved her eyes back and forth rapidly in an attempt to dig up a lost memory.  What the hell was that supposed to mean?  She had never named some damn cow.

“I suppose I’ll have to spell it out for you.  To think you pride yourself on your keen intellect.  Tsk, tsk…”  A more condescending tone manifested in the brunette’s head as if she were a child getting scolded by her mother.

“What the fuck are you--”

“Cowtina, wasn’t it?”  Responded the cow dully, cutting off the dumb girl mid-sentence.  There was simply no time to deal with this childish swearing and yelling.  “You named me, took me home, and vandalized me-- oh wait, I mean you so kindly gave me a makeover.  I suppose I am in your debt for all that kindness,” Cowtina continued, mockery dripping from every word.

Belle made a feeble attempt at opening her mouth to respond, but her lips didn’t obey.  Not a single utterance escaped from the sweaty, inflated farmhand.  This was supposed to be a dream, what the fuck was happening to her?  This fat, ugly beast’s power penetrated every fiber of being, robbing her of autonomy.

“Oh, I can read your thoughts just fine.  Every time you speak, I get a headache.  I get the feeling you’re not used to being disciplined and told no.  Don’t worry, I will give tough love a shot with you.  No need to thank me.” The divine being’s laugh echoed through Belle’s head.

Okay, so this cunt could read her mind?  This is just a fucking dream, this farm is a joke, a complete farce.  I’m not neglecting any stupid animals, none of this is even real.  Why should I have to deal with some dumb, smelly animal berating me and acting like a self-righteous bitch?  Belle continued to think vile, poisonous thoughts, taking great satisfaction in knowing Cowtina could hear every word.  Why should she have to put up with this crap in her own dreams?

Despite her sass, the snow-white creature felt great sadness.  She had wanted to give Belle a chance.  This dream was a reflection of Belle’s soul; every animal she neglected exposed a sliver of her true self.  If this farm was real, she would have behaved no differently.

 “You’re lucky I am a benevolent being.  You might not remember the details of this dream right away, but I will give you another chance as you live your life in the waking world.  Sadly, I doubt you will surprise me,” the cow stated simply.  “By the way.  If you truly didn’t harbor vile, selfish thoughts, your overalls wouldn’t be such a tight fit,” she added in a whimsical tone.

“My overalls?  What are you even--” Belle paused, realizing she could talk again.  Another thought struck her; every time she neglected her duties or hurled extremely negative thoughts toward Mr. Harrison, her assets grew heftier.  By this point, standing and performing tasks was a strenuous endeavor.  “YOU DID THIS TO ME!?”  Belle screeched, figuring out that this ugly, hulking beast had been trolling her all goddamn day.

“You’re not very good at accepting responsibility for your actions, are you?  You did this to yourself, sweetheart,” the mystical being sighed, shaking her head as her cow tail flicked back and forth.  “My true name is Hesat; a goddess.  Though I doubt you will remember.”

Belle watched with fiery rage as the cow mocked her, opening her mouth to hurl obscenities through the warm, summer air.  Before she could begin her latest tirade, hot, tingly pulses began to ripple through her body’s core. The brunette cried out suddenly from the bizarre, fuzzy sensation.  “W-- what the hell are you doing to me…”  She groaned, wrapping her arms over her stomach.  Each subsequent pulse grew in intensity, penetrating further through her dampened, toned body.  “You…  You bi-- agghhhh…”  As the strange waves of indescribable feeling consumed the terrified girl, her pussy engorged and twitched in response, oozing slick secretions into the hot, sticky fabric.  “Fuck!!! N-- no…  Stop th-- ooohh…”  Finally, the ripples slowed, concentrating within her already heaving tits and bubble butt.  Each wave progressed in intensity while changing slightly in quality.  Ahhh…  It’s starting to feel good. She mused, feeling as though she were taking a nice, warm bath after a long day. Her frustration temporarily melted away as her mind fogged.  A feeling similar to a session of foreplay consumed Belle’s most sensitive regions; each tantalizing ripple caused her pussy to shudder in anticipation.  After spending some time lost in a sea of intoxication, the veil clouding her rational thought lifted just a little.  “W-- wait…  No!  I-- I don’t like this!”  She screamed sorrowfully.

Hesat stood calmly and watched the display with mild amusement.  “Try not to fall over.”  With that, the goddess began to graze contently on some grass.

“YOU FUCKING-- Unnghh!”  Belle’s insults were quickly halted by a burning hot throb in her ass and breasts; as if each had its own heartbeat.  Every pulse made her already snug overalls creak in protest.  She freaked out, staring down in horror as the seams of her outfit ripped and popped.  The sensation of warm, buttery fluid pouring into her chest and rear overwhelmed the now-hysterical woman.  As if floodgates had opened, her chest mounds and ass swelled like balloons of liquid fat.

“P-- please stop!!!”  Tears streamed from Belle’s face as she wailed out in horror.  She began to lose her balance while her crotch and ass fully sucked in her underwear. Distinctive tearing sounds cracked through the balmy summer air as her panties and overalls began to rip, straining against her clitoris. Only a scant few threads kept her clothes on at this point. “N-- no-- ohhhhh… Staaaahhp ple-- aaaahhh,” she moaned and cried simultaneously, wobbling badly as the dimensions of her now watermelon-sized tits made life increasingly difficult.

Finally, the tension hit its limit, her outfit bursting apart at her chest and below her waist.  Belle’s magnificent melons sprung forth, tearing through the denim cage. Each overall strap now hung pathetic and useless.

Belle’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she cried out hysterically.  “I-- I’m sorry!  Please!--'' She wailed in utter desperation. The weight gain in Belle’s enormous jugs and ass accelerated, her privates now completely exposed from the destruction of her overalls. Deep, unparalleled shame washed over the swollen bitch as she trembled and staggered forward. Her chest mounds had grown large enough to cover the entirety of her torso, becoming too much to bear for the sobbing brunette.  After much pleading and protest, Belle finally fell victim to gravity’s wiles, following the guidance of her fleshy globes to the ground.  With a loud squish, Bell’s massive mammaries cushioned her fall while ripples coursed through her tits like a fleshy Jell-O mold.  Belle moaned out from the impact of her beach-ball tits striking the ground. Warm, white fluid spurted from each erect nipple, leaving a small, creamy puddle behind.  Despite her rear’s commendable girth, each cheek was surprisingly perky.  Her female flower exposed itself to the world from between her quivering thighs, showing off her moist, pink labia.

Oh god, please wake up…  Wake up…  Belle prayed for some reprieve from hell as she tried to adjust her body and obscure her hot, steamy vulva from view.  She attempted to calm herself and mustered up all the strength in her body to stand. While trying her hardest, she let out shaky, labored grunts.  After making some headway and pulling her breasts off the ground, the weight became too much to bear.  Belle waved her arms in a state of panic, crashing right back down onto her bloated chest cushions.  Her unfortunate struggle resembled the flailing of an overturned turtle.  With a mournful cry, she tried and failed to stand; by this point, the swollen bitch’s body was too exhausted to obey.

Hesat watched Belle quite deliberately, chewing on foliage while observing the unholy spectacle.  She knew this young woman didn’t want anyone to witness her shame and misfortune.  “Don’t push yourself too hard, dear.”

Nothing could quell the unfathomable fury boiling within Belle. “DON’T JUST MOCK ME!!!” Her shrill screech reverberated through the farm.  She couldn’t even turn to face Cowtina, but was fully aware that her lady parts and blow-up doll of a body were on full display.

Just as the engorged woman was preparing to shout a string of obscenities, an important guest arrived.

“Wooooah, girl!  This is what happens when you get uppity and don’t let me milk you every day!”  Mr. Harrison let out an exasperated laugh, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head.

Milked?  Excuse me? Oh, HELL no.  In defiance of her deformed and pitiful appearance, Belle attempted to retain a certain ‘bitchy elegance’ as she would put it.  “Did you say I need to be milked!?  Are you senile?  Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”  The sassy female barked, causing a ruckus as she tried her hardest to move-- or rather, in her current state, roll away from the farmer.   Her tantrum resulted in further agitation to her milk bags, causing little spasms to wash through them.  “Don’t y-- ooohhh.  N-- noooohhh…”  Belle’s resolve crumbled before the bizarre throbbing in her tits, little spurts of milk spraying out in bursts against the ground.  Oh fuck, I-- can’t think straight…  She was losing her mind.

“Keep mooin’ up a storm as much as you want, Belle.  Your udder is so swollen, I can’t even get a bucket under there,” the man shook his head again, walking over to his prized cow as he set a stool right in front of her face; he then moved toward the feisty cow’s rump.

“I’m not…  I’m not a--”

“Let's calm down now.  Maybe you’re in heat, I’ll find you a nice bull if you’ll be a good girl for me,” said the farmer in a calm tone, spanking Belle on the rear as he began to rub her galaxy-sized rump. The force of his spank caused the female to wobble on top of her massive tits.

A squeak of shock and horror escaped Belle’s lips, that familiar humiliation digging its talons into her once more.  “That-s-- My dad will sue your fucking--” what was that?  Being stroked like that felt strange.  A small sliver of serenity manifested within her as she began to calm; maybe Mr. Harrison just wanted what was best for her.  Before she completed her descent into madness, a moment of clarity entered her head.  NO, no, no.  What the fuck am I thinking?  This pervert was trying to calm her like an animal; she couldn’t accept this.

“Let’s drain that udder, sweetheart,” the farmer whistled, sitting down on the stool as he scratched her head gently..  “It's a shame to lose such high-quality milk, but it can’t be helped.  I’ll get a bucket under you soon.”  Rubbing and petting his bovines helped calm them before a milking session.

Belle blinked, staring forward at the farmer in complete horror.  His hands moved down to the ground and got closer to her flesh mounds.  What was he doing?  Why was he getting closer to her?  Her body grew cold as her heart sank.  “No…  Don’t you dare touch me-- get away from me!  Do you know who my dad is!?”  She howled with unyielding desperation, trying to wiggle away without success.  The man’s fingers made contact with the ballooned skin, slithering under her sweat-soaked areolas toward her hardened, leaky nipples.  Small, nearly painful jolts shot up through her breasts, flowing all the way down to her twitching, steamy nethers.  Immediately, a million different insults and curses entered her head; it was only a matter of picking which ones to lob.  She had decided.  Th-- that one...  She growled between her pants, opening her mouth to speak.

It would have been lovely if Belle’s mouth obeyed her, but these plans were shot down when Mr.  Harrison gripped her tender nipples and squeezed.

“Mooooooooooo!!!!!”

The sweaty, overstuffed cow of a woman moaned with fervor.  Mr. Harrison’s hands pinched down onto her nipples, getting a good grip as he squeezed her tits from under her and began to move them in a rhythmic motion.  Euphoria and a feeling of existential dread swirled within her in tandem.  Torrents of creamy milk gushed out from her twitching teets, quickly evacuating her dairy silos.  This feel so goo-- n--noo!!  Lamented the young woman, refusing to lose herself within the shroud of pleasure that radiated from her chest.

“Good job, Belle!  Just a little longer and we can use that bucket!” Chuckled the farmer, massaging his precious bovine’s udder.  He gripped and squeezed her nipples over and over, deflating the mooing farm animal.

Hesat knew their time together was about to end, but they would see each other again;  she could only wait to see if Belle learned anything.  “I will be watching you and giving you another chance.  I’m not sure if you will remember any of this, but I hope you learn from this experience,” she said in a genuinely gentle tone.

Belle was stuck between being scared and yearning for vigorous milkings well into the late hours of the night.  “F-fuck yooooooo,” her vulgarity morphed into a gleeful moo.  I’m not a cow, I’m not an animal! I’m not!!! The woman sobbed, unable to verbalize her words as a combination of mournful and happy moos flowed out of her like water.

Fog rolled into the field, swirling around Belle as she was drained of fluid.  Everything distorted and slowly faded away into a light that quickly grew in brightness.  “I’m not--  I’m n- moooo!...”  She cried and mooed, fading away with the farm.

Just as small nubs began to sprout on her head and tailbone, Belle was finally ejected from her dream.  She could only hope that her reprieve would be long-lasting.

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