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Belle silently stood, frozen in time as she stared at the fat cow standing before her. A part of her wanted to scream in horror while a small voice in her head screamed for her to get ahold of herself. She still had a chance to retain her humanity if she didn’t screw everything up. Words flowed from the lips of Sophia and Roger, but none reached her ears. All she could do was watch in a half-aware state as they demonstrated how to milk cows.
“We don’t really produce enough milk to make any big profits, but we’ll sell what we can at the farmer’s market,” Roger simply stated. “Most of our cows will be milked by machine, but a couple of our girls here are a little sensitive and prefer it better this way,” he laughed.
Belle weakly nodded. Focus-- god dammit. I need to know how to do this, she gritted her teeth and pushed her anxiety into the back of her head. These were just farm animals; she had a job to do and she would do it well.
“Belle, come over here,” Sophia waved, setting up a stool next to one of the cows. “You saw how it was done, right? Why don’t you give it a shot with Lucy?”
Belle hesitated, breaking into a cold sweat despite the heat and humidity. She weakly nodded, clenching her hands as she stepped toward the bovine, who was a massive, brown-furred beast. She sat on the stool, adjusting her overalls as the moist denim clung to every contour of her body. Her nipples and nethers throbbed ever so slgihtly, providing a constant reminder of the hardships Belle had endured up to this point. “Ugh..” She grunted under her breath,closing her eyes for a moment before opening them once more. Relax. It’s just a cow… Just a damn cow, that’s all. An uncanny feeling of dejavu crept into her brain. When she looked at the cow, it was almost as if she were looking in a mirror, or at another version of herself. The fact that she felt kinship with this bloated animal disturbed her to the very core.
“Hey, you okay?” Sophia gently asked, tilting her head.
“Y-- Yeah! Go ahead and work on the next one. I’ll tend to Lucy, okay?” Belle forced a laugh, waving at Sophia.
Sophia pursed her lips, her eyes shifting to the corner. After a brief moment, her smile returned. “If you’re sure. Just let me know if you need help,” she insisted as she walked off to help a different cow.
Belle weakly nodded, sitting down beside the cow. She could do this; it wasn’t a huge deal. So what if there was a cow in front of her? This was nothing compared to the suffering that had recently befallen her. “It’s just you and me, huh?” She mumbled before taking a slow, deep breath. If she could beat her own weakness, the curse would be lifted. She just needed to be kind and work hard. It was that easy, right? Her gaze lowered, locking onto the swollen udder hanging beneath Lucy. There wasn’t any more time to waste. She reached forward with a shaky hand, brushing her fingers over one of the teats. Slight, electric zaps pulsed through her nipples and crotch, a brief memory of a lewd dream bubbling up within her mind. She recalled turning into a cow and allowing a farmer to milk her with his strong, calloused hands.
“Snap out of it-- fuck, come on,” Belle grunted, remembering how Roger and Sophia performed their demonstration. She went through the motions, squeezing and pulling as hot spurts of milk sprayed into the metal bucket. Her lower lip quivered as she continued to relieve the bloated animal. The throbbing within her more sensitive regions continued, but soo began to level out and die down, much to her excitement. Her lips curled into a slight grin as she worked away, draining the milk from Lucy with renewed vigor. Sure, the bad thoughts and feelings still ate away at her from the shadows, but it was manageable right now. I’m going to work hard. These cows-- all of these animals deserve to be loved and cared for.
Sophia giggled, looking over at her dear friend. “Great work! You’re really getting the hang of it, aren’t you?”
Belle nodded. “Y-- Yeah, piece of cake!” She stammered in response.
A couple of minutes later, they were ready to go store the milk. The three walked back with their buckets and stored their supply so far before Roger grinned. “I’m going to take care of a couple of tasks real fast. Why don’t you two grab some iced tea from the fridge and relax for a moment? Belle is working harder than I expected, so enjoy a well earned break.”
A wave of relief crashed through Belle as she eagerly nodded. “I could use a break, thank you so much. We’ll see you soon!” She waved to Roger as Sophia and herself walked back inside.
After getting a cold refreshment, the young women sat on Roger’s couch and let out sighs of relief in tandem. Sophia sank into the couch and chugged back some tea, condensation glistening on the crystal-clear glass. “Ahhhh…” She wiped her mouth and sat the cup down, turning to face Belle. “You’re doing amazing. It’s so much more fun having you here. I know this isn’t where you want to be, but it’s not that bad, right?” While talking, she pulled her phone out to briefly check her messages.
Belle downed her drink, setting the glass down. She was still covered in a layer of sticky sweat, but at least she was able to cool her insides while enjoying the icy-cold air conditioner. “Yeah, I am kind of enjoying it I suppose,” Belle insisted. To be completely honest, she wasn’t sure if she was having fun. But she was going to keep telling herself she was; it was all part of her plan to improve her attitude and veer away from a nightarish life that looped between eating, shitting, getting milked and fucked. “At the very least, it’s not as bad as I thought.” A couple of unwanted stray thoughts worked their way into her head.
“I’m glad to hear it! I’m going to use the restroom real fast; I’ll be right back,” Sophia replied, giving Belle a bright smile before standing and walking down the hall.
Wouldln’t it have been nice to switch places with Lucy? Belle’s subconscious insisted. Her cheeks flushed red, adrenaline pumping through her body as she discarded that thought as quickly as possible. No, fucking hell. Get a hold of yourself. You’re in control now, she pleaded. Hesat’s words came to mind as she recalled what was necessary to retain her humanity. “Things are different now. They are…” She whispered, trying to ignore the never-ending tension wracking her tits and pussy. Even when the sensation lessened, it was always there, torturing her as an eternal reminder of her curse. She gradually relaxed, focusing on positivity and resting her head back while the cool air blanketed her. The less she thought about being a cow or getting milked, the less physical symptoms of burgeoning cow-hood she felt. I’m going to be positive… I’ll be a better daughter and friend. I’m going to be the best version of myself from now on.
Belle circled through a series of uplifting and inspiring thoughts, using them to bolster her confidence and strengthen her resolve. She was smart, right? She could prove herself to Hesat, her father, and even Sophia. On top of that, she could even get Bret back.
Her heart immediately sank when Bret came to mind, a chill slowly spreading through her spine and stomach. The cycle of positivity within her frayed apart as her ex-boyfriend manifested within her brain. I’m single. He basically left me. This negative thought roused a feeling of panic within her. She thought back on all the good times she had with Bret, shaking her head slowly as a tear formed and rolled down her face. Would he ever accept her back? Was there any way to win his love? She then recalled her stream from the other night. There was no recovery from that as far as she could see. After fucking up so badly, it was likely she could even get banned from Twitch. What if her friends and family ended up seeing highlights from that stream?
Belle’s breathing grew ragged as her psyche inched toward the abyss. She lost Bret. She lost her internet career. She was fighting a battle to retain her humanity and not turn into a fucking cow of all things. The battle felt insurmountable; how could she get back everything she lost?
Belle heard a sudden buzz, jolting back to reality as she looked at Sophia’s phone on the coffee table to the left. Her first thought was ‘who doesn’t bring their phone to the bathroom,’ but the musing quickly dissipated when she noticed why she was getting notifications. For a brief moment, she saw Bret’s name flash on the screen while a couple more notification sounds went off.
Her heart pounded as a pang of dread slowly washed through her body. Sure Sophia and Bret both liked anime or whatever, but why would they be talking? She swiveled her head from left to right, making sure no one was around before grabbing Sophia’s phone. As she already knew Sophia’s pin number from being nosy in the past, it was easy to gain access. Her hands trembled as she took a slow breath and opened the text conversation, immediately starting to read.
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Bret: yeah, I just don’t know. I’m glad to hear she seems to be trying harder now, but it’s kind of nice feeling free as well. Those little grievances add up, you know?
Sophia: I understand. I know you’ve been frustrated for a while, so maybe this is for the best if you’re feeling more relaxed now.
Bret: Thanks for not hating me. Really appreciated; I know Belle is your best friend and all that.
Sophia: She’s definitely a close friend and I’m going to do what I can to help her take control of her life. She wasn’t always like this, and I have hope that she is serious about changing. I think she’s starting to realize how harmful she’s been to her friends and family.
Bret: I’ll have a more serious talk with her in person soon. I sincerely hope she can find someone special once she sorts her issues out. I feel really awful about ending things, but I’m not sure what else to do. 😓
Sophia: You have nothing to feel bad about! You’ll only ever be you and you’ll only ever experience your own feelings. You have to worry about your own happiness first. The fact you’re so worried about Belle means you’re ot a bad guy. 🙂
Bret: You always know just what to say, haha. I appreciate the hell out of you. Let’s change the subject if that’s okay. Have you checked out any of the new manga series’ running in Shonen Jump? A couple started the other week. If you want to come over after the farm work, we could nerd out together for a bit.
Sophia: Yes, I’ve read both! 😁I really do want to come over, but it feels a little inappropriate considering the situation with Belle and all. I don’t want her to find out and feel betrayed, even if we’re just hanging out.
Bret: yeah… I know what you mean. We’ve always chatted about nerdy shit like this, but I guess it would feel different now. How about hopping on discord chat with me later? Then we can chill without actually meeting up in person. 🤔
Sophia: That sounds great to me. I have A LOT of thoughts about one of the new mangas, so I look forward to it. I’ll go chill at that twenty-four hour Korean cafe with the private booths. I’m always there to read anyway.
Bret: Perfect! Going to work now, ttyl!
Sophia: Same! We’ll chat soon
Bret: Oh man. I know you’re working right now, but I just had the most annoying customers at work… Well, still ‘have’ technically since they haven’t left yet.
Bret: Welp. I have another story to share for tonight!
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As Belle read the conversation, time seemingly stopped. She had never felt this bad before; nothing, not even the last week of her life, compared to the heart-wrenching despair she felt in this moment. She couldn’t stop scrolling through the conversation, unable to peel her eyes away as if she were watching a horrific train wreck in real time. This couldn’t be real-- this couldn’t really be happening, right? There was no way Bret would completely refuse to take her back under any circumstance… Right? Why the fuck were Sophia and Bret talking about her like this? How long had they been spouting off about all the issues they had with her together?
Anger and sadness churned within Belle as a few more tears slid from her face. Sophia and Bret talked like a lovey married couple who was figuring out how to handle their unruly, bratty child. To make things worse, they were leaning on one another for emotional support while Belle was left an outsider. He’s never going to take me back… Oh god… She put her hands over her face, repressing an urge to scream and cry. She didn’t want this to be real. After a long day on the farm, she would go home and curl up all alone in bed while Sophia sneaked away to a cafe and jumped on discord with fucking Bret of all people. Did they have genuine feelings for each other? She imagined Bret and Sophia holding hands and smiling at each other as they laughed and talked about their mutual hobbies. No, no, no, no, no… She repeated in her head. The throbbing within her nipples and nethers intensified, memories of being milked and fucked appearing in her head at the most inappropriate time. Fuck working on this fucking farm… Fuck Sophia, FUCK Bret. God fucking dammit! She was supposed to be empowering herself and striving to be a better person, but was unable to think rationally after such a horrifying revelation.
Belle suddenly heard the toilet flush from down the hall. She put Sophia’s phone back to the way it was and sat it in the same position. Her body trembled with fury, forcing her to clench a hand over her wrist and squeeze. Please calm down… Calm down, I-- I need to be good… Fuck, this was hard.
Sophia smiled, sitting down on the couch as she sighed content. “Alright, I’m back. I hope you didn’t miss me too badly.”
Belle turned to stare at the person who was supposed to be her best friend. This was supposed to be a person she could confide in and feel safe around. It took all of her willpower not to reach over and slap Sophia across the face while screaming. As her mind devolved into a hostile, hate-filled state, her tits and vulva writhed and ached. The smell of grass outside intensified, a slight feeling of hunger building within her. “Nah,” she offered in response, turning her face toward the ground as she clenched her knees.
Before Sophia could respond, Roger poked his head in. “Come on, now! Let’s show Belle how to use a milking machine.”
In a matter of seconds, the three headed off to the stables. With every anger-fueled step, Belle’s overalls seemingly became tighter. Her sweat-dampened tits pressed against the top while her panties rode up into her ass crack. She was far too livid to even notice the curse was ramping up again. How could they do this to me? She asked herself again, gritting her teeth in rage. The group finally entered the stables as she shifted her gaze toward the cows. Roger was already blabbing away, going on about how to set up the machine so it was a gentle and soothing experience for the cows. It was hard to remotely pay attention given the circumstances.
If you were a cow, you wouldn’t need to worry about Bret, Sophia, your dad, or anything ever again, a voice echoed in her head. It took her a momen to realize it wasn’t her own. Was Hesat warning her? She watched with a mix of wonder and horror as the milking machine began to pump away at the cow’s swollen udder. The beast let out a series of content moos, swishing her tail as the warm, creamy fluid was extracted.
Belle’s tits strained against the denim top. She tried to control her thoughts, but couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how wonderful that cow must feel. Having her teats milked and drained must have offered such sweet relief. Oh god. Why was she thinking such things? She didn’t want to think about having pumps attached to her heaving tits, but she lacked the ability to stop it.
She felt the downward spiral ramping up. What was supposed to be her redemption arc was quickly going the way of a great tragedy. How the fuck could she take control back after reading that conversation?
CHAPTER END
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