[Features: Rehabilitation of a woman treated like a cow, male/female mostly vanilla sex]

In the universe, there are a great many injustices, a great many crimes and heartbreaking stories. But these are always molded by human desire. Human want. Call it what you will, lust, greed, hate, any combination there of or more. At the ultimate core of it, sometimes, humans reach too far and other humans and animals suffer for it.

An epidemic rose. Cows were lost in vast quantities, beef became rarer and milk… milk went from expensive to only the kind coming from nuts or other animals. This freak accident opened up a small… branch, if you will. It even started innocent enough. The change was slow, not fast. People over time started to get milk that tasted… good. Different but good. They didn’t question the source too hard. A few years of only having soy or goat milk will do that to a person.

It was human milk, breast milk. Nothing too illegal about selling it after all right?

But then money and desire hit the market and things went south, fast. Drugs to increase milk production, drugs to increase breast size, drugs and more drugs. Laws and changes happened fast, things changed, and businesses appeared and made it big only for scandals to break out or to pioneer the craft in terms of safety. Humans… adjusted. Protests and disgust were had and boy, the first time breast milk started appearing in stores?

Sneek thought the world was going to be engulfed in flames.

But eventually… almost everything died down. Except… the worst parts of humanity got worse. Human trafficking had never been okay but an uptick in the desire for human fluid hit that area like a bomb. Sex, money, desire, want, some drugs, and suddenly a new horrifying reality unfolded. Sneek didn’t believe it when he first heard about it. It was too awful, too terrible. It filled him with horror and terror and seeing the looks of the women? Tears had fallen down his face at their looks.

Human farms.

Women put into cages and pens and stockades, used like cheap sex toys. Raped mercilessly by men and even some women. Drugs pumped into their system to help with milk production and breast size. Pumps attached and used on them 24/7, to the point that their nipples became startingly red from irritation and constantly leaked.

Used like animals.

Fucked like toys.

More than a few were even… purposefully impregnated, to help with milk production.

The government for once hit hard. Not just one, but most. Raids and rescues for months seem to happen every day and finally when the dust settled, it had simply become known as “The Long Nightmare.” The documentaries of the victims painted an awful picture. The combination of everything had… cracked most of their minds. Part of it was the drugs, sure but mostly… mostly there was something… foul about constantly being raped while having your fluids pumped out of you. Hormones got screwed up, hard. They were… atypical of the “normal” rape victim. Most of them stated they had a strong, constant need. A need for sex, a need to be pumped, and those who didn’t often… cracked.

You can only be treated like nothing but a mindless animal for so long, before you become one.

The media, ever awful as they always are, coined a new name for these women. For these victims.

HuCow’s.

Simple, obvious, and demeaning.

But the name stuck and it was used as the title for future documentaries almost immediately so, it was what it became. Rescues still happen to this day but, thankfully, illegal farms are now much more rare.

All the main points and elements of that went through Sneek Stead’s head as he walked into the mall and saw a woman causing a scene. He knew the moment he saw her, exactly what her past was.

She was blonde, fair of skin, with breasts that had already stained the front of her shirt slightly. She looked to only be in her early 20’s… but the haunted and doe like look in her eyes told a whole story. He was struck by just how beautiful she was, her gorgeous blue eyes, her massive ass, but all of that fled away as she seemed to start… panicking.

“M’am…” A young cashier said, looking profoundly uncomfortable. It wasn’t simply ‘people with big breasts’ but the leaking on her shirt combined with the fidgeting… more than a few people were staring at her. At them. At the HuCow. Looks of horror and sympathy raged across a few faces, but most just looked shocked. No doubt the cashier, young and female herself, was imagining ending up on the other side of the equation.

“Www-W-W-What?” The woman said, hands shaking. The shirt she was trying to buy nearly fell from her grasp.

“Your card… it’s been declined. I-I’m sorry.”

“N-No. No. I have money. I know I have money. They said, they said the 16th. It’s, It’s the 16th. I have money. I-can-buy-a-shirt.” She said and those last words were said like a gunshot and the words left unsaid were practically slammed into every person’s ears.

I can buy a shirt… without problems. I can do this. I can do this.

Sneek’s heart broke. It was the 16th, sure, but the money probably hadn’t cleared yet. Not a big deal, usually but…

“M’am…” The cashier grimaced, at a loss. It wasn’t really her fault, it was tough situation.

“N-No. I ne-need a new shirt. I nee-need-” Almost too suddenly, the hands holding the shirt let go, rising upwards, before grabbing her own breasts beneath the fabric. “I need to be milked.”

That last word was said with such lust that Sneek’s jaw actually dropped and he felt an… uncomfortable stirring within him. But that was banished quickly as he realized what was going on. The woman’s face was fighting between pleasure and horror as her shirt went from ‘stained around the nipples’ to ‘milk actively soaking it’.

“M-M’am!” The cashier said, now also panicking, only making the situation worse.

Sneek was moving before he even realized it. He’d always had a bit of a… well, bleeding heart. He felt for people in movies, he was sad when others were sad, news sometimes made him cry, etc. Some people said he needed to toughen up. Most of them simply said he had a lot of empathy. And what was wrong with Empathy and Kindness? Without them, who even were you? Just another bastard. Just another monster.

“Hey.” He said. “I’ll pay for the shirt.”

Bending down and placing the fallen shirt on the counter, he made to do just that.

“O-Of course!” The cashier said, quickly wringing him up. All while the woman next to him continued to milk herself, letting out what were quickly becoming moans, staring at him. It seemed like she wanted to say something, to stop, but… her mind and body seemed to be refusing.

Sneek understood. Well, no. He did in some ways and not others. When had he ever had to resist both his body and mind? But he knew how it must feel, to have everyone stare at you, treat you differently, to not be able to control your own sounds or actions. Terrible.

“Hey, there’s a bathroom back there right?” He asked the cashier.

“Of course.” The cashier quickly nodded.

Sneek turned, looking at the woman. The gorgeous, beautiful woman that wouldn’t, couldn’t stop milking herself. Face looking enraptured but also tearing up. She managed to get some words out through her own moans.

“T-Thank you.”

With great effort, she stopped milking one of her tits and grabbed the shirt, practically fleeing to the bathroom to relieve herself.

Sneek could have left it at that. Gone on with his day. Been happy at the little bit of good he had done. But… but he could do more. No, maybe even more than that. He should do more. He could and would, so that was ultimately all the mattered.

He followed her, staying outside the single person bathroom. He felt eyes trailing him but soon, everyone simply went back to their shopping or heading out the mall. A ‘fun’ or at least interesting story to tell their friends and families. A lost piece of trivia in the ocean of information. But for Sneek? A strange name given by a strange family. It was only just the start of his day.

He waited outside that bathroom for what had to be an hour. Moans rang out from it and a brief flash of shame coiled in his gut from how turned on he was. But he wasn’t doing this to perv and that helped quiet that part of him. He couldn’t help his own nature, not like that. A woman was beautiful and gorgeous, their sounds of pleasure sending sparks of divine lust going up his spine. He could no more falt himself for being turned on than Adam could when he first viewed Eve.

Finally, the sounds of what had once been more general moans, then much much more sexual moans, died down. Water was run, for quite a while, and eventually the woman came out looking much, much more refreshed. He wanted to say ‘normal’ and mentally kicked himself, despite how true that was. Coming out, for a moment, she didn’t look like a ‘Hucow’, just a normal woman.

And then she saw him and her entire demeanor seemed to change. There was a lot in there at once. Shame, hope, happiness, shock and surprise, fear, and all of it was briefly dominated by a massive amount of Lust, before settling back down into a general embarrassment and anxiety. Already, her hands fidgeted, as if she was resisting milking her massive breasts again. So many emotions had flashed by so fast that Sneek was half convinced he’d imagined almost all of it.

“Y-You waited? You heard?” She asked.

Before Sneek could even answer.

“Wait. Um, thank you. Thank you for helping me.”

“No problem. I just, wanted to make sure you were okay.”

At that, the woman cringed hard.

“My money… I don’t know, I don’t know why it… I need, they said…”

It was… slightly bizarre talking to the woman. He realized immediately that there was something wrong. It was a cycle. Panic, massaging her nearly swollen sized breasts to calm down and find some relief, lust from the act, lust taking over her body. The cycle part was… she must constantly feel anxiety and panic. Inside her was an absolute constant need to be milked and fucked, at least according to the documentaries. It was almost like, her instincts were reversed.

He could already imagine a horrible future where a rapist tried to have his way with her, causing her to panic, and the panic made her ‘willingly’ have sex with him.

“Hey, I’m sure it’s just missed a day or gonna come a bit later. You know how payroll can be. It’ll be alright.”

“I can’t- I was going to buy groceries today. I… I was, I was going to be a person today. I…”

The panic only seemed to be going up and up and Sneek tried to not let himself get caught in it, keeping his voice low, soft, slow. Gentle.

“Yeah. I understand. It’s okay. It’s alright. We all have some crappy days right? Sometimes we all run into walls or difficulties. That’s what it’s like being a person. You’re always a person okay? Struggle only makes you more of one.”

Sneek tried not to wince at that last line. It could… really be taken the wrong way but he was just saying whatever seemed right at the moment. But luckily, the woman seemed to be calming down. She took some deep breaths and her hands stopped fidgeting so much.

“I’m Charlotte.”

“Sneek.”

“Sneek?”

“Blame my parents.” Sneek laughed a little.

Charlotte smiled and Sneek considered today nothing but a pure victory at that moment. He was nearly lost in her bright and smiling face. Lust had its place, but sometimes, sometimes just pure happiness meant so much more than it ever could.

“So… do you need any more help with shopping? I heard you mention groceries.”

“No! You’ve, you’ve already done so much for me. I…”

“I bought a shirt and we all need help sometimes right? I wouldn’t say I’m exactly ‘rich’ but let’s just say that a few hundred dollars won’t exactly hurt me too bad. At least in a given month. So come on, let me take you shopping.”

At those words, there was a different look on her face. Say what you will but… she really wore her heart on her sleeve. Caution, suspicion, maybe even some fear. His eyes opened wide. Of course, the implications had just dawned on him. It wouldn’t be unusual if he was a guy trying to get into bed with her.

“I’m not trying to-”

“Sure.” She cut him off. “Thank you.”

He blinked but shook it off. She had come to her own conclusions and hopefully they were positive.

The rest of the day was… well, amazing and… horrible. It was a, cold mixture. On one hand, hanging out with Charlotte and talking was great but… but Charlotte clearly needed to vent. In fact, as the day wore on, it was clear he was the first person Charlotte had really talked to and vented to since her rescue.

It had started normally enough, some very light questions going nowhere near the subject or subjects related. Things had been good and he’d even managed to let Charlotte go around the mall and buy her small things. Just fun, consumable type stuff. He even made sure to buy himself one of something from every store too, make a fun trip out of it for the both of them. A small pair of rocks there, some weird cargo shirts, some playing cards, etc etc.

At some point, while they were eating lunch, the dam had broken and Charlotte had just begun to… talk. And talk.

For starters, Sneek learned that it had been less than a month since Charlotte had been rescued. She was getting some state funded therapy, disability to come in today, temporary housing at a repurposed homeless shelter, etc but… it was still harsh. Today had been the first day she’d really ‘gone out’. She was getting first disability money in and wanted to feel like a real, normal, person again.

Then it had gone wrong and the panic had set in.

Still, judging from the horror stories she told of the other women rescued, Charlotte was doing a lot better than most. At least she could see a man without screaming or trying to fuck him. And she wasn’t glued to milk pumps nearly 24/7 despite the intensely uncomfortable feeling she and the other woman all constantly felt.

And then… it kept going. For hours, Sneek stayed in that food court, just listening to horror story after horror story. Tears flowed, anger happened, there were even parts where Charlotte was noticeably horny. She had been kidnapped over a year ago, when she had gone to a nightclub with her friend. Her friend who was still missing. There was a lot of sadness at that point.

She’d gotten a little too drunk, but honestly, she suspected someone roofied her.

When she had woken up… she was naked and in a wall. Bent over at the waist, hands in metal cuffs at the side of the walls, feeling her ankles cuffed on the other side. She had been confused and terrified, and struggled, before masked men had shown up and attached pumps to her breasts. She had always had a large pair, to the point her friend had made jokes about officially selling her breast milk. And now the worst reality had been manifested.

The first pumping had ‘Honestly felt kinda gross’ she said. But then… the real horror started. When the first time she felt someone touch her from behind… and especially as the days went on…

It was… a very emotionally taxing conversation.

“Charlotte…” Sneek said, the first words he’d probably said in over an hour. Things had gotten quiet. What was supposed to be a fun trip around the mall had turned into Charlotte venting out her all anger and sadness and fear into the world, right at him. He’d still enjoyed spending time with her, but he was feeling choked up and mentally drained at this point. Charlotte seemed to be the same.

But there was a single burning thought in his head.

“I think you need to find a new place to live.”

“W-What?” Charlotte was caught flat-footed in surprise.

“I don’t think it’s healthy to… be around… so many people suffering. Some worse, some better but still… you made your current place sound horrible.”

“You don’t understand I…” The panic seemed to be coming back as Charlotte began to twitch more. “I…”

Suddenly, Charlotte stared deep at Sneek, and looked at him. Really looked at him. Sneek felt like he was being judged, no. Not felt like. It was like Charlotte was trying to peel his mind apart and see what made him tick. Most of him was surprised but a small part of him was happy, happy that enough of Charlotte still remained, still survived that disaster that she could be like this. That she wasn’t just… a broken person with her mind destroyed. She’d glossed over the worst of things but… but what hadn’t been said had spoken volumes on it’s own.

But he honestly had no idea why she was looking at him like that-

“What do you see? When you… look at me?”

“Uhhh… Charlotte? A… young woman? With… a pretty awful past, I guess.”

“...” Charlotte was silent for a while. Until eventually-

“Do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

Sneek nearly choked on his water.

“What?! Wh- No! I’m, I don’t, I’m not gay or anything like th- Not there’s anything wrong with that! I’m just- But wait. Wait wait wait. Wait. Why are you asking? What?”

Sneek felt like he’d been hammered with, well, a hammer.

“Sneek…” Charlotte started. “I… I need help. I really, I really need help. My breasts, my breasts hurt Sneek. They hurt all the time. I need, they need to be pumped but…

…That’s not the only kind of need I have.”

Sneek knew what she was saying but simultaneously felt like he was going insane. She couldn’t, she couldn’t really be asking for that kind of help right? No way. And to him? There’s… there’s just no way that she…

“You…” Sneek started slowly, cautiously, almost more afraid of her answer regardless of what it was. “You want me to help… with… pumping your breasts?”

“Sneek. I… I need to be fucked.” Her words were so intense that Sneek felt himself start to sweat a little. There’s no way this was happening.

“My body… my body needs it. And… and… if it was you… then… I think it’d be okay.”

Sneek gulped while trying not to look at the monumental lust that was written across Charlotte’s face.

“Charlotte… I just met you today. I… you barely know me.”

“You were kind Sneek.” Charlotte said before reaching out a hand to hold his. “That’s… that’s so much more than so many other men were. So… so many. I… my body needs it Sneek. Sooner or later, I’m going to need someone. I’ve already seen it. Some of the other women… they’re already prostitutes. They can’t live without it. I can’t live without it. I don’t want to be like that. Please Sneek… I’m begging you-”

“No. Please. Stop. Don’t… don’t beg. I… I’m…”

Sneek was quiet, head turned away, mind on fire, heart beating in his chest so loudly it hurt. He cared, he wanted to help but this almost felt… this almost felt wrong. She was raped and now she, she needed sex? It just, he… he almost felt guilty. Was this right? But Charlotte… Charlotte wanted him right? Even if they didn’t know each other… at the end of the day… she needed help. If he enjoyed helping her, that was okay right?

“I… I live alone. It’s… a small place. Just an apartment. But… the bed is a king. I… would you… like to stay there? It doesn’t have to be a permanent thing or anything! I mean, you could just come over from time to time while you get on your feet or-!”

“Sneek.” Charlotte said and the tone in her voice made Sneek look back up at her. There were tears in her eyes.

“Thank you.”

Sneek gulped, feeling her hand squeeze his own.

The rest of the trip was a blur, because it ended. He knew that he drove him, that Charlotte was with him, that some small talk might’ve happened but it was all just so… blurry. Because he knew. She knew. They both knew each other knew.

When they got home… it’d be time to help her.

Sneek barely remembered leading Charlotte into the house. But he would forever remember the look she gave him when the door closed. That intense look of sexual need was now on full display, as already, she reached up and began to practically tear off her shirt.

“W-Whoa!” Sneek said, shocked.

Charlotte didn’t stop and in moments, the shirt he’d bought for her laid on his living room floor. Charlotte didn’t wear a bra and her beautiful, massive breasts were on full display. Her nipples were ruby red and puffy, her areolas large, and milk was already leaking from them.

What happened next was so quick, that Sneek felt like he had whiplash.

Because he was staring right at Charlotte’s naked ass. She’d pulled down her pants and underwear and was now… on all fours, her hands and knees, ass pointed right at him.

“Hurry! Fuck me fuck me fuck fuck me!”

At that moment, seeing her like that, he could understand why the media would call her a Hucow. She resembled nothing more than a horny heffer, wanting a nice bull to ram it into them, and to spray their milk out. Sneek’s dick was uncomfortably erect, pressing hard against his pants.

Staring into her already soaking wet pussy, hearing her literally begging him to fuck her, to milk her, Sneek could no longer resist.

He slipped his long cock out of his pants and walked forward, grabbing Charlotte by her wide hips. But before he could thrust forward, Charlotte’s lust won out, as she slammed her ass and pussy into his hard dick. He felt it then, as his dick penetrated fully into her, feeling the wet sides of her vagina, at how it tightened around him. He truly felt just how horny Charlotte was. It went beyond a mere drive, it really was a need. For a moment, as his dick lay inside her, he heard a low, deep moan of satisfaction come from her.

As if all was right with the world for once. As if a great burden had been relieved. It sounded like a cow’s moo.

And then he was the one groaning and moaning, as Charlotte began wildly thrusting her ass back and forth, fucking him almost faster than he would’ve been able to thrust into her. He held on for dear life, feeling like he was in pure heaven. His hands moved up, gripping her breasts with one hand each, and began to pull and tug, to pump them. Milk poured between his fingers, hitting his wooden floor.

But that sound paled in comparison to the very distinct sound of a cow mooing. At least, as much as a human could replicate it. He was positive the documentaries had lied about that. Apparently, Hucow’s really did make those noises during sex.

His own lust fully ignited at that, and soon, no longer was he merely along for the ride, but the one doing the riding. He slammed his dick down her pussy as she slammed her ass into him, lustful thrusts and the heat of the room seeming to rise. As if a haze of pink surrounded them, they descended into the pure animals they were, having raw primal sex.

It was as if electricity coursed through both their bodies, connecting them as one, as soft supply flesh smacked against each other, as moans coiled around one another producing a symphony of eroticism, as fluids intermingled and mixed like the passionate kiss of lovers. Time lost all meaning to the pleasure and it was only as the pleasure felt it was reaching a crescendo ending did Sneek come a little back to himself.

He blinked, trying to pull out, but as instincts flared and Charlotte pressed hard against his dick, he came harder than he ever had before, filling her up, and sending a wild surge of joy up and down his spine. In that moment of pure bliss, he looked down, and didn’t see a Hucow. He didn’t even see ‘Charlotte, the woman with a terrible past.’ He saw a beautiful woman that needed him. That needed him to do this. To help her, with his cock. At that moment, all he could feel was love.

Charlotte pressed hard against him and his body was weak. Soon, he found himself falling. He found himself landing lightly on his ass, Charlotte following with, landing on his lap with his dick still inside her.

Her breathing was heavy but… better. Peaceful.

For a while they simply sat there, Sneek absementmindly milking her breasts. He hadn’t ever stopped and now, well, it just felt wrong to stop now. She certainly seemed to appreciate it and more than in just a sexual way. She hadn’t been joking about needing someone to milk her breasts. It did… leave a bit of a mess but that was alright. They’d need to get a bucket or something for it. Or do it in the shower. He assumed she’d never want a machine to do the process again, so he’d probably be doing this multiple times a day.

“Thank you.” Charlotte said.

“You… don’t have to thank me for this.”

“Yes. I do. I feel… normal. Happy. Good. You have no idea… how much of a relief I feel. If I went another day without sex, without being properly milked… I felt like I was going crazy Sneek. I thought I’d have to fuck a stranger. Or I’d never be able to feel normal again. I’m… I’m broken. I’m so broken.”

“Hey, you’re not-”

“I am. I am Sneek. But…” She looked at him and her gorgeous eyes and beautiful smile took his breath away. “With you… I think I can get better.”

His heart felt like it was melting.

“Can I… really stay here?”

“Of course Charlotte. Of course. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Thank you for your commitment.”

“Heh. You can’t keep thanking me for something I’d like doing anyway. Feels wrong.”

At that, Charlotte smirked and raised an eyebrow at him and Sneek felt her vagina tighten around his cock. Not only that… but she began to grind against him, dick still inside her.

“You do realize that was just a warm up right? Even my therapist suggested at least 3 hours of ‘sexual relief’ per day. Not to mention that I produce a lot of milk and will need those hands of yours for at least half the day.”

Wait… 3 hours?! Half the day?

As Charlotte began to pump up and down, slowly working his cock back to full mast, Sneek realized he may have promised a tiny bit more than he could, ahem, physically deliver.

The days began to pass and honestly, Sneek felt amazing. Oh, sure, he’d had to move his job down to part time but that was fine once Charlotte’s disability started helping pay rent. Charlotte of course moved in with him and he had his hands full, literally. Charlotte… required a lot of sex. 3 hours in a 24 hour period was more an… average. Honestly, he didn’t know which one of them was ‘really’ doing the milking some days. And he was worried he was going to get carpal tunnel from milking her breasts so much. He had tried breast milk before but… Charlotte seemed to take a strange delight in him sucking from her breasts directly.

And it wasn’t only the bedroom he had to help out. Charlotte would enter, what she’d started calling ‘cow mode’ despite his protests, whenever she was nervous, or scared, or panicked… which was most times she was alone or outside around strangers. That was… a much harder, longer journey to help with.

But slowly, despite her libido staying the same, she began to get better. Less anxiety, less fear, less nervous. Days turned to weeks and then months.

“Hey. Sneek?”

“Yeah Charlotte?”

Currently, they were both naked, lying in bed. They had just gotten done for the third time that day and it was late at night. Charlotte seemed… really happy today. Shockingly happy.

“I have amazing news.”

“Yeah?”

“They found my friend. The one who went missing with me! She’s… she’s even doing really well.”

Sneek’s jaw dropped.

“That’s amazing!”

Charlotte was fidgeting though, hands shaking, which was a sign of her nerves. Which was… strange if she was this happy. He’d never seen that combination before.

“So… I was thinking. You… you’ve really helped me, are still helping me, and it’s been great. And… you could really help others! So… so… would you be willing to help Lily too? She’s doing good but… there’s no one ‘consistent’ in her life.”

Sneek blinked, looking at the joyful face of a woman that he once saw struggling to buy a shirt. A woman that he knew once struggled to not constantly milk herself or moan out loud in public, demanding sex.

He looked at his dick, used extensively over these past few months, and imagined adding more hours to his ‘workload’.

“I’m gonna need a stronger dick at this rate…”

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