Fat big udders mother is converted into livestock
The voice in the headphones returned after only a few minutes of silence.
“The viewers have voted. They want the steel spatula. Heated. And they want her reminded what she is while it happens.”
I could not see, but I heard the sharp hiss of metal being heated over a flame. Rough hands forced my jaws wider apart. A thick, cold cucumber was shoved deep into my mouth until the blunt end pressed hard against my throat. Wide tape was wound tightly around my head, sealing the cucumber in place and covering the mouth hole of the mask completely. I could only breathe through the narrow nose slit. Drool immediately flooded the inside of the mask and ran down my chin.
One of the four men spoke close to my covered ear, voice thick with contempt.
“Look at this fat dairy cow. Soft, heavy, overfed. These udders are bigger than half the real cows we’re taking her to. Sagging. Soft. Full of useless fat. Perfect for the spatula.”
The first blow landed across the soft, heavy underside of my right breast.
The spatula was searing hot. The pain was white and total. My entire soft body jerked violently inside the costume. The cowbell clanged hard between my swollen, ringed udders. I screamed around the cucumber gag, but the sound came out muffled and pathetic.
“That’s it,” another voice laughed. “Make the fat jiggle. These cow tits were made for this. Soft enough to take a full swing and still bounce.”
Nine more blows followed on the same breast, spaced deliberately so every part of the soft, pendulous flesh was burned and beaten. Each strike sent the heavy udder swinging. The nipple ring tugged viciously. Tears poured down the inside of the mask and mixed with the drool.
They switched to the left breast without pause and gave me ten more.
“Fat-titted pig,” the first man said between strikes. “Your belly hangs like you’ve already dropped a dozen calves. These thick thighs were made to be forced open in the dirt. You’re not a woman. You’re livestock that somehow learned how to talk.”
They moved lower.
Ten full-force hits with the heated spatula across my naked, exposed cunt. The lips, the clit, the soft mound — everything was struck with the burning metal. I came helplessly on the third blow, squirting hard across the floor. They did not stop.
“Even the cunt is fat and soft,” one of them mocked. “Look at it squirt like a broken milking machine. Disgusting. Perfect. This is all that soft body is good for.”
By the tenth strike I had climaxed twice more and my thighs were shaking uncontrollably. Finally they turned me onto my stomach as much as the costume allowed and gave me ten burning strokes across my thick ass. The heat soaked through the rubberised material and deep into the soft fat.
“This ass is pure lard,” a voice said with clear satisfaction. “Soft, wide, and made for the spatula. We’re going to leave it glowing so the real bulls know which cow is the new one.”
When the beating finally ended I was lying in a spreading pool of squirt, piss that had leaked out of me from the pain, and sweat. My heavy udders ached. My soft belly heaved against the floor.
Hands pushed my masked face down into that pool.
“Lick it clean, fat cow. Every drop that came out of this soft, used body. That’s the only thing this hanging gut is useful for — cleaning its own mess.”
I obeyed. The cucumber gag was still taped in place, so I could only use the edges of my tongue and the corners of my mouth. I lapped at the warm, filthy mixture while they stood over me and continued talking.
“Look how the fat hangs while she licks. Pathetic. Beautiful. Soft-bellied toilet cow.”
When the floor was as clean as I could make it, they wiped the rest with a cloth, forced the soaked cloth into my mouth beside the cucumber, and taped everything shut again. The taste of my own squirt and piss filled me.
Then they fucked me.
All four of them, two full rounds each.
They used my ass and cunt without mercy, gripping my soft hips and the heavy, swinging udders that hung out of the costume holes. The nipple rings and the residual heat from the spatula made every thrust feel amplified by the tablets still raging in my system. The entire time they kept the degradation flowing.
“These cow tits swing like full udders when we fuck you.”
“Your fat gut slaps against your own thick thighs. Disgusting.”
“Soft, heavy, used-up dairy pig. This is what you asked for.”
“The viewers can see every fold of fat. They’re all watching the cow get ruined.”
“Clench that soft ass. Show us how a fat breeding cow takes cock.”
By the time the last man finished and pulled out, my holes were open, sloppy, and dripping onto the floor I had just licked. My soft body trembled continuously.
The voice in the headphones spoke calmly.
“Surprise Two is complete. Now we move.”
I was lifted by several pairs of hands, carried out of the house still fully costumed and blind, and laid in the bed of a pickup truck. The drive was long. Every bump in the road shifted the memory of the dildos and the cervical probe inside me even though they had been removed. The cowbell clanked between my beaten breasts with every jolt. I could hear the men in the truck cab talking about my body.
“Never seen udders that heavy on a human.”
“Belly like a mattress. Thighs like tree trunks. Perfect livestock.”
“She’s going to look natural in the barn.”
When the truck finally stopped I smelled hay, manure, animals, and dust.
They stood me on my feet and stripped the costume off me for the first time in hours. The sudden light stabbed my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to focus. I was inside a large, dim barn.
No one else was visible. The space around me was empty of people. Only the wooden stalls, the sound of animals further down, and a dirty mirror nailed to a post.
They turned me toward the mirror.
I stared at myself.
My hair was plastered to my skull with sweat and tears. My heavy cow-udder breasts were swollen and dark with bruises from the spatula. The thick metal rings still locked around the base of each elongated nipple, pulling them outward. My soft belly was streaked with dried fluids and hung heavily. My thick thighs were shiny with residue. Between my legs I was red, open, and dripping. Even without the costume I looked more animal than woman — a fat, used breeding cow marked for more use.
A voice from a speaker somewhere I could not see spoke clearly.
“Look at yourself, cow. Soft. Heavy. Overfed. Those udders are bigger than some of the animals in this barn. That belly hangs because it is meant to. Those thighs rub together when you walk because they are meant to be spread in the dirt. You were already halfway to livestock before we put the costume on you.”
They hosed me down roughly with cold water. The spray stung every beaten surface. They scrubbed me with a stiff brush that scraped my tender skin and made my heavy breasts swing. Then they forced me back into the same costume even though it now stank of sex, piss, burnt rubber and sweat. The thick dildos and the long cervical probe were pushed back inside me one after the other. The mask closed over my head again. Total darkness returned. The headphones clicked on.
“Surprise Three,” the voice said. “You are in a working cow barn. There are four bulls and five milking cows. You will service them as ordered. And you will be reminded what that fat body is for the entire time.”
I was led forward by the cowbell and by the elastic ropes now clipped to my nipple rings. Every step made my heavy, forced-out udders sway and the cowbell clank.
The first bull was already aroused. They guided my masked head until the thick, animal cock pushed through the mouth hole. The taste was strong, musky, completely inhuman. I was made to suck until the bull climaxed. The volume of cum was enormous; it flooded my mouth and throat and I had to swallow repeatedly to keep from choking.
While I swallowed, the voice continued in my ears.
“That’s it. Fat cow drinking bull seed. Your soft belly is going to swell with it. Those heavy udders are just decoration until we decide to milk them. Swallow every drop, dairy pig.”
Three more bulls followed. By the fourth my stomach was already distended and the taste of animal seed coated every breath I took. The men holding me kept talking.
“Look at the soft gut expanding. She’s taking it like she was built for it.”
“Thick-thigh cow. Keep her head in place.”
“These udders are swinging while she drinks. Disgusting. Perfect.”
Then came the cows.
I was forced onto my knees beneath each one in turn and told to suck their udders. Warm, rich milk poured into my mouth in thick streams. I swallowed and swallowed. The tablets made the act obscenely arousing; each mouthful of milk sent heat pulsing through my ringed nipples and the stuffed holes of my costume.
“Drink, dairy pig. Fill that soft gut. Your own udders are hanging there doing nothing while you suck real milk from real cows. Pathetic. Perfect. Keep drinking until that hanging belly is tight.”
By the fifth cow my belly was painfully swollen. I could feel the milk sloshing inside me with every movement. When I tried to stop they simply pulled my head forward by the cowbell until I continued. Milk ran down my chin and over the mask.
Only after my stomach felt ready to burst was I dragged into the main open area of the barn. Men and animals both took turns. I was pissed on by the bulls and by the human workers. Thick streams of animal and human urine soaked the costume and ran down into my forced-out udders, dripping from the nipples rings. They fucked me again — human cocks and, at one point, the guided thrust of a bull while several men held my soft body in position. The cervical probe inside the costume dildo made every deep thrust feel as though it would split me open.
Throughout it all the voices never stopped.
“Soft, fat, heavy-uddered cow.”
“Look how the belly hangs while the bull mounts her.”
“These thighs are pure lard. Made to be forced open in the dirt.”
“Breeding stock. Dairy pig. Livestock with a soft gut and bigger tits than half the herd.”
When they finally stopped I was left on my side in the dirt, costume filthy, belly full of milk and cum, holes aching and open.
“Surprise Four,” the voice said. “You will spend the night here.”
They did not remove the costume. They clipped a tube from a collection bag to the mouth hole of the mask so that every drop of piss my body released would be fed back to me. The headphones began a continuous loop of brainwashing audio — soft, repetitive, endless, and spoken in the same cold tone as the main man’s voice.
*You are a cow. Your body is soft and fat for a reason. Your udders exist to be milked and beaten. Your holes exist to be filled. You are grateful the people who know you are watching. You want to stay in the barn. You want to be used like livestock. Your belly hangs because it is meant to. Your thighs are thick because they are meant to be spread in the dirt. You are not a woman. You are a fat dairy cow.*
The words played for hours while I lay in the mixture of hay, dung, animal piss and my own fluids. The tablets kept my senses raw. Every smell was overwhelming. Every small movement made the cowbell clank and the nipple rings tug at my swollen flesh. Whenever my bladder released, the warm liquid was returned to my mouth through the tube and I had to swallow it or let it overflow inside the mask.
I drifted in and out of exhausted, hyper-aroused half-sleep. Sometimes I heard workers moving through the barn. Sometimes I felt a boot nudge my soft belly or a hand squeeze one of my hanging udders while a voice muttered “fat cow” or “soft breeding stock” or “look at the udders on this one.” No one untied me. No one gave me permission to speak.
By the time grey morning light began to filter through the cracks in the barn walls, Surprise Four was complete.
I was still blind inside the mask.
My belly was still swollen with everything I had been forced to swallow.
My heavy breasts throbbed inside the rings.
My holes were sore and open.
And somewhere outside the headphones, the main man’s voice was already preparing to tell me that the remaining surprises would be worse.
A fat dairy cow who had come this far did not get to remain human for long.
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