A university student learns that a woman can train her body to produce milk even if she’s never been pregnant. She tries and succeeds, then meets a ‘farmer’ who wants her to roleplay being his human-cow hybrid. Little did either of them realize that it would become much more than just fun and games.
How I Became a Hucow, Part 7 is the final installment of this story. It consists of the following chapter:
Chapter 20 – How I Became a Permanent Hucow
Chapter 20 – How I Became a Permanent Hucow
During the month I was restrained, Master allowed me to text and speak on the phone with my parents, but he didn’t want me to tell them anything about me being a hucow until it was permanent. So I acted like everything was normal, as best as I could. Since we lived three hours away from them, it wasn’t at all unusual to go that long without seeing them.
I was so thrilled at the thought of being this way forever, and I especially loved that Master had made the decision for me. It was as if he knew that this was what I deeply craved. I loved that he was in charge, knew what he wanted, assertively went for it, and was making sure nothing would stop it from happening.
However, on the day of the next full moon, to my great surprise, Master completely released me from my restraints. “I’ve been thinking this over, Ellie Moo, and I’ve come to the realization that it’s not right for me to decide on your behalf that you should be a permanent hucow. Therefore, I’m giving you free will to make your own decision.
“You have a few hours to decide whether to remain this way permanently, or to revert back to being fully human again. If you choose the latter and remove the collar and cowbell on before sundown, you can go right back to being a hucow shortly after sunset, and can still be a hucow at least once a month, for most of the time if you wish, without being permanently that way. Or you can choose to be one permanently at any time in the future. However, you know that each time you become one, the exact form you take is unpredictable.
“But if you choose to leave the collar and cowbell on until after the sun is completely down tonight, you’ll never be able to go back to being human again, and you’ll remain a hucow in your present form forever. The choice is entirely yours.”
“Master,” I objected, “that’s much too big of a decision for a hucow to make. You’re my master and I know you love me and always do what’s best for me. The decision should be yours alone.”
“I appreciate you saying that, Ellie Moo,” Master replied, “but I’ve decided that what’s best for you is for you to make your own decision in this matter.”
I didn’t trust myself to make such an important decision. How could a mere hucow know what’s best for herself? But I thought hard about it, as best as my little hucow brain would let me. I knew that Master still wanted me to be this way permanently. He was giving me the chance to either be a good hucow and comply with his wishes, or to be a naughty hucow and defy them. Besides, I loved being his hucow, even if he had kept me restrained for the past month, and I knew there would no longer be a reason for the restraints going forward. Besides, my memory of what it was like to be a human was becoming increasingly distant and irrelevant, but I clearly remembered that I didn’t like it.
Having thought this through, the decision was easy. “Master, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve made up my mind that I’ll leave the collar and cowbell in place past sundown.”
“You understand that you’re not obligated to do this, don’t you Ellie Moo?” Master said to me. “You have the complete freedom to do what you want.”
“Yes, Master, I understand that. I choose to be your hucow, forever.”
“Well, you still have until sundown if you change your mind, Ellie Moo.”
“I know, Master, but I won’t do that. The matter is settled.”
Master had me sit on the sofa with him as sundown came and went, and true to my word, I left the collar and cowbell around my neck. “I guess it’s official now,” Master said, looking at the clock on the wall. “You’re a permanent hucow now, Ellie Moo. Congratulations!”
I smiled at him. It was a relief that all of this decision-making nonsense was behind me. Now I could go back to just being a good hucow who did what her master told her or expected of her. I mooed contentedly. Since my hands were free, I reached down and unfastened Master’s belt and the button on his jeans, and pulled down the zipper. Next I reached in the fly of his shorts and released his man sausage, which had snapped to attention. Then I went down on him and gave him the best blowjob I possibly could.
After I finished, he said to me, “Thank you for that, Ellie Moo, but what was it for?”
“For being the best Master a hucow could ever have, that’s all,” I replied. “I’m so happy that this is permanent now,” I said as I licked some of his cum off my lip.
A few days later, I asked Master if I could remove the collar in order to thoroughly clean my neck as well as the collar. Both were starting to smell after having been in place for over a month. The human part of me still wanted to smell pretty for my master.
“According to the poem, I don’t think you can take it off” he replied.
“Meaning what, exactly, Master?” I asked. “That I’m not allowed to or I won’t be able to?”
“If I recall, it sounded like it wouldn’t be possible. I guess there’s some kind of magic that will prevent it from being removed.”
“It doesn’t feel like there’s anything stopping me from taking it off,” I replied while fiddling with the buckle on the collar.
“Let’s see what the poem actually says instead of relying on our memories,” Master said as he went to retrieve it.
He returned with the copy of the poem and read the last line aloud. “It says, She’ll forever remain with collar and cowbell in place.”
“So what would happen if I didn’t remain with them in place?” I asked.
“It doesn’t say,” Master answered, now puzzled himself.
“Master, would you please start reading a few lines earlier? Maybe some context would help,” I said to him.
“Good idea,” he responded, and read the entire last verse.
A lady would do well to remain a cow,
In part, unchanging, for the rest of her days,
When the moon becomes full and she’s still such a beast,
She’ll forever remain with collar and cowbell in place
Master studied this for several minutes, and I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he tried to make sense of it. “Just reading the last two lines, I can see how it might be saying that she’ll remain a beast as long as the collar and cowbell are in place, implying that she won’t remain a beast if they’re removed. But that contradicts the first two lines of the verse, which says she’ll remain a cow in part, unchanging, for the rest of her days.
“Frankly, I don’t know what to think,” he concluded, but he continued looking at the words of the poem and contemplated its intended meaning.
“Being logical about this, if the collar can be physically removed, the line can’t mean what I originally thought, that magic would keep it in place. Therefore, if we can do that, it must mean something else, but I can’t come up with an answer that resolves the apparent contradiction between the first two lines and the last two.
“The risk is that taking it off might revert you back to a human again, but that’s what would’ve happened before the second full moon. If the same thing can happen afterward, why bother mentioning it at all? Clearly the second full moon somehow changes what will happen if you take it off, assuming it can be taken off.”
“Master, may I suggest something?” I asked. I had an idea, but I didn’t know if he’d want to consider what a simple hucow had to say about such a confusing riddle.
“Yes, by all means,” he replied. “I’m at a loss, so any and all suggestions are welcome.”
“Maybe the first two lines aren’t saying that a lady will remain a cow in part, unchanging, for the rest of her days,” I offered. “Maybe they’re saying that she’ll want to remain a cow in part, unchanging, for the rest of her days. Maybe after the second full moon, she’ll become human if she takes off the collar, but if she puts it back on she’ll immediately become a hucow again, and that’s what she’ll want to do.”
“Hmmm… You might have something there, Ellie Moo. Very clever!” Master said with a big smile. I beamed at receiving such high praise from him.
He thought about it some more. “You know how every full moon you became a partial cow differently? Sometimes some body parts were changed, other times different body parts were. The word ‘unchanging’ is relevant here. Maybe it’s saying if you take the collar off and put it back on, you won’t be a different form every time. You’ll be transformed back to the same way you were. Maybe you’re now locked into this specific hucow form, but you can go back and forth between it and human form at will by removing the collar and putting it back on. And as you suggested, maybe you’re now destined to prefer to wear the collar and be a hucow most of the time.
“It’s convoluted, but the interpretation we’ve just come up with together at least allows the verse to make sense”, Master concluded. He again studied the poem and thought about it some more. “I think that has to be it. Nothing else makes any sense at all.”
“So should I take it off and see what happens, or is it too risky?” I asked my master.
He thought for another moment, and replied, “I suppose you’re going to have to take it off sooner or later. We might as well find out now, I guess, while we’re ready as we can be for whatever happens.”
So, I unfastened the buckle and removed the collar without any difficulty. I said to Master, “Now we know that magic won’t prevent it from coming off.” I began to feel the familiar tingling in my cow parts telling me I was about to transform. “I’m being changed back to human again,” I told him. This was expected, though.
What I didn’t expect was how it was affecting me mentally and emotionally. As my cow parts shrunk and either disappeared or changed into human equivalents, I found myself becoming very unsettled, very anxious. It just felt wrong to be human. I didn’t like it one bit. I regretted taking off the collar and cowbell.
Master saw my facial expression and asked, “What’s the matter, Ellie Moo? What’s happening? Talk to me.”
I began crying, and through my tears, I explained what I was feeling. “Master, this just feels wrong. I can’t explain it, but I’m not meant to be human any more. I need to be a hucow.” I started to put the collar back around my neck.
“Ellie Moo, wait.” Master said, and I complied and lowered the collar and looked at him expectantly with tears running down my cheeks. “You wanted to remove the collar in order to clean it and wash your neck, remember? Go take care of that first, and then you may put it back on.”
I nodded my head and got up to go do that as quickly as I could. It felt so wrong having human feet that could feel the carpet and toes that I could move independently of each other. It felt so wrong that my top boobs hung down much more vertically since there were no bottom boobs in the way.
I went to the bathroom to wash my neck, but when I looked in the mirror I almost didn’t recognize the human woman looking back at me. She resembled me, but she didn’t have horns or cow ears. I burst into tears at the realization that that was what I looked like now. I thoroughly washed my neck with soap and water and scrubbed it clean as I bawled like a baby.
I then turned my attention to the collar. By then, Master had found a bottle of leather cleaner and a rag and brought them to me, and so I applied the cleaner and rubbed the collar with the rag. I could see the grime coming off onto the rag – dried sweat and whatnot, I supposed. After all, we’d had some pretty vigorous sex sessions while I had the collar on, both over many previous full moons as well as during the past month.
As soon as it was clean, I started to put it back on, but Master stopped me. “It needs to thoroughly dry first before you can put it back on, Ellie Moo.” I reached for my blow dryer, but he intercepted my hand. “You’ll ruin the leather if you dry it like that. It has to dry naturally,” he said. “We don’t know if it’s the collar or the cowbell or both that are magic. You need to take very good care of them both. If the leather disintegrates, the magic might disappear with it, and then you’ll be stuck being human.”
I hadn’t considered that, but Master was absolutely right. My collar with the attached cowbell was now my most precious possession and I needed to treat it that way. If I had to suffer being a human for a few hours to let the leather dry, it was worth it. I hung the collar up to dry and followed Master back into the living room. He motioned for me to sit down, and I did. I was still distraught and crying.
“This is exactly what we thought might happen when we were trying to figure out the poem, Ellie Moo.” I appreciated that he continued to use my hucow name even though I was presently human. “You yourself suggested that you’d very much want to remain a hucow, and you were right. I guess neither of us realized how strongly you’d feel that way. I think it’s a safe bet that we got the rest of it right, too; that once you put the collar back on you’ll go back to the hucow form you’ve had for over a month now.
“It’s actually a good thing that you can go back and forth between being a hucow and a human. There’ll be far fewer instances where you’ll have to be seen in hucow form. You can actually go out in public without attracting attention. You don’t have to tell your family about any of this if you don’t want to. You’ll just take off the collar whenever you’re going to see them and you’ll be the same old Ella they’ve always known and loved.
“But you’re going to have to learn to stifle these emotions you’re having while you’re human. If your parents saw you this way, they’d be almost as concerned as if they saw you as a hucow. Okay, maybe not that much, but they’d still be concerned. If we’re going to keep the hucow thing a secret, and I think we need to, you’re going to have to learn to act like everything’s normal while you’re in human form.
“So I want you to be brave, and stop crying, and practice being normal, happy Ella while you’re this way. Just remember that this is only temporary, and you can go back to being a hucow before too long. Okay?”
I shook my head affirmatively and replied, “Okay, Master. I’ll try,” and worked at getting my emotions under control. I pretended that my parents were coming to see me shortly and I needed to get my act together for them.
After a few hours, Master said that the leather was sufficiently dry and I could put the collar back on whenever I was ready. I ran to the bathroom and enthusiastically put it on. Master followed me so that he could observe. Immediately, I felt the familiar sensation of complete, carefree peace, and then the tingling sensation in the places where I’d had cow parts for the past month, but only in those places. I watched in the mirror as my horns and ears gradually returned, and looked down to see my second row of boobs and my hooves returning as well. I reached back and felt my tail growing back.
I was again overcome with emotion as I returned to what I now considered my natural state. “It worked! I’m changing back to the way I was!” I exclaimed to Master as I simultaneously laughed and cried. Master wrapped his arms around me and held me close and softly said to me, “I’m so glad, Ellie Moo. We were taking a chance removing the collar, and it would’ve sucked almost as much for me as it would you if you couldn’t go back. It’s such a relief that we interpreted the poem correctly and that you’re a hucow again! I love you being this way!”
I could feel my four boobs quickly filling up with milk and my pussy becoming very hot and wet. “Master, let’s take this to the barn if you don’t mind,” I said to him. “I’m in need of milking and being bred right now.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Master said with a big smile, and he led me by the hand to the milking station.
THE END
Author's note: I actually wrote several additional chapters for this story, before deciding to have it end here. However, those chapters will become the beginning of the sequel to this story, which I've titled My Life as a Hucow. In the sequel, Ellie Moo and Kyle discover that she can't just remove the cowbell and revert back to human whenever she feels like it, and they cope with and adjust to the realities of her being a real, full-time, permanent hucow. Stay tuned!