Title: Of Girlfriends and Cows
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 1 of 1
Keywords: f/F, M/F, Whip, Lact, Humil
Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use.
Short Summary: Daughter turns Daddy's girlfriend into one 
		of the farm animals. Isnt that nice?



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Of Girlfriends and Cows
By Phoenix Arrow



	I had met Grace through some friends not that long ago. She was 
a lovely woman who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. I said she 
WAS a lovely woman because she's not much of a woman any more. 
Things have changed since the moment I first laid eyes on here. That 
was when I thought I was in love. Who wouldn't be after seeing the cute 
late twenty year old strapping on her nurse's outfit. Dame she is a sight. 
Was I mean. And you should have seen her smile, it was the prettiest 
thing you ever did see. Gosh I miss that smile.

Ever since I divorced my wife 4 years ago, I had been lonely and 
depressed. Every normal person needs companionship, so when I met 
Grace, I thought I had found it. I was completely over joyed. Thankfully 
the feeling was mutual because we very quickly became serious with 
each other. A few dates, turned into a few weeks, turned into a month, 
and before I knew it marriage was hanging over my head.

Yet through out all this time, I had avoided the one thing that could have 
destroyed the whole thing, introducing Grace to my daughter Sara.

Sara was 16 years old at the time and was the spitting image of her 
mother, both physically and mentally. She never approved of me 
divorcing her mother in the first place and absolutely hated the idea that 
I was dating other women. In her mind it should be mom or no one.

This philosophy caused quite a bit of tension between the two of them. 
Grace was an open minded woman, and tried her best to be patient with 
my daughter, but it was clear that things weren't going to get better. Sara 
would often refer to my girl friend as "That Pig" or "That Cow", and 
almost always called her Gracey instead of Grace. Grace really didn't 
like this name.

Never the less I pushed forward with the relationship and soon was 
bringing Grace home with me after almost every date. Every morning 
after I would try to get the two to converse, hoping for a friendly 
relationship between them, but Sara wanted nothing to do with her.

It wasn't long before I could sense the strain in our own relationship. It 
was obvious who would win if I had to choose between the two. A 
father's love for his daughter has no match. But I just couldn't allow 
things to come to that. I needed to find a way to make this relationship 
work. That's how I decided to take a little trip up to our family farm. 
You see I own a small farm outside of the city. Its nothing special, with 
just several chickens, horses, and cows. When I inherited it, I never had 
the heart to sell.

I spoke of the trip as a weekend getaway, but Grace and I knew the real 
reason why we were going, to get the two girls on better terms. Sara 
really had no clue why we were going. All she knew was that she was at 
her happiest when visiting the farm, and I was playing off of that.

So that friday evening we packed all our stuff and, taking two cars, 
headed the two hours out of the city. The whole car ride was quiet as we 
drove. Grace tried to make conversation but it was no use, it was all one 
sided. Sara just sat in the back reading.

Finally we arrived at the farm just before dark. Despite the low light, 
Sara immediately took off to find the horses. Grace remained behind 
with me to help unpacked. After a few minutes, Charlie came out from 
inside the house to give us a hand.
Charlie is the cowhand at the farm. He generally tends to all the animals 
and makes sure their kept healthy and fed while I'm away. 

Despite his better efforts, I could tell where his eyes kept darting to, 
Grace. I couldn't blame him, she was beautiful.

That night, after yet another failed attempt to get Sara and Grace talking, 
I had a wonderful idea. Since I needed to go into town with Charlie to 
restock supplies, I told her how she could stay behind with Sara until we 
got back. This would leave them no choice but to talk.

I knew that she was worried about being left alone by the looked in her 
eye, but I assured her it should only take a few hours until I returned. I 
stressed with her the importance of their relationship, and she knew all 
too well it could mean our future together. With that she begrudgingly 
agreed and by early next morning I was off to town with my cowhand. 

That was the last time I saw my girlfriend. At least the last time I saw 
her normal. I can still remember the way she looked as we drove off, 
waving goodbye nest to my daughter Sara. 

When I arrived four hours later, there was no Grace to be found. At first 
I thought she had just driven into town for something, but when my 
daughter my daughter came running to the car, I knew something was 
wrong.

"Daddy, she's gone!"

"What!" I questioned her. Not sure exactly what she meant.

"Right after breakfast, she just told me she was fed up with the whole 
farm thing and decided to go back to the city."

At first I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. I thought it was just 
another one of her cruel jokes. Grace couldn't have just left like that. But 
sure enough, all her bags were gone, as well as her car. I just couldn't 
believe she would leave like. Surely Sara must have gotten Grace very 
upset.

That day we drove back home. I just had to find out what was wrong 
with Grace. It wasn't easy dragging Sara away from the farm so early. 
Before we left she had been spending an awful amount of time in the 
stables, and practically had to drag her butt out of there. She was very 
agitated we had to leave, but I just had to make sure everything was ok 
with my girlfriend.

But she wasn't home. For the rest of the weekend I repeatedly called her 
with no luck. I knew that her apartment had caller ID and began thinking 
if she was deliberately ignoring me. Why would she not want to talk 
with me? Had I done something wrong to make her upset?  

My answer came as I heard Sara's car pulled into the drive way. She had 
been going out really late these past few days since we'd been back, and 
today was no exception. Already feeling depressed, I came to the 
realization why Grace no longer seemed to want to talk to me. It was 
Sara. Apparently my daughter had succeeded in making Grace run off.

I didn't know who to be more upset at, my daughter for being so 
difficult, Grace for giving up so quickly, or myself for not finding a way 
to make our relationship work. All I knew was that I was feeling very 
depressed.

Over the next few weeks I continued to call her number, and each time 
getting more and more depressed. I left countless messages on her 
machine hoping she'd calm down and return them, but it wasn't 
happening. 

Sara wasn't making the whole experience any easier for me. Besides the 
knowledge that it was probably her fault for Grace leaving me, Sara was 
hardly around. Instead of staying near me and comforting her father in 
his time of despair, she would disappear for hours almost every day after 
school. When ever I would question where she went, she'd get very 
angry with me.

I know going out is right of passage for teenage girls with new licenses, 
but I still found it odd. I suppose I would have looked further into it if I 
weren't so involved with my own personal life with Grace. Never the 
less, two months after I had last seen the girl I wanted to marry, my 
daughter finally came around to helping her father.

Hoping to cheer me up, she told me of her desire to go back to the farm. 
Despite my anger of her, and my general depression, I agreed. I needed 
to get away, and the farm had always been a place of relaxation and 
enjoyment. That friday we drove to the farm. But like last time, the 
moment we arrived, she was off to play in the stables.

As Charlie came out to give me a hand with the luggage, he seemed to 
be a bit timid, almost troubled. When I asked if anything was wrong, he 
simply shrugged it off. I was just hoping none of the animals were in any 
kind of trouble.

That evening we had a wonderful meal, followed by a warm time around 
the fireplace. It was nice holding my daughter as we watched the fire 
crackle. I felt at peace with myself for the first time in awhile. That's 
when Sara decided to tell me of the surprise she had for me. But I would 
have to wait until tomorrow before she would give it to me. Despite my 
nagging, she refused to budge from the secret, but promised that I would 
really love it.

The next morning I met my daughter for breakfast downstairs. She 
seemed to be in a really happy mood, if not a little bit anxious. She made 
me scrambled eggs and handed me a class of warm milk. 

I was in such a good mood that I failed to remember that our only cow 
stopped producing milk long ago. That was until my daughter brought it 
up.

"So daddy, what do you think of the breakfast?"

"Very good sweetie, thank you."

"And what about the milk? I just milked it fresh."

"It tastes...." I gave it another taste "...ok. But a little different than 
normal."

"That's because it is. Its part of the surprise." She flashed a great big 
smile, which immediately caused me some fatherly concern. But taking 
a big gulp, I finish the unusual, but tasty drink.

After breakfast I went back upstairs to get dressed. The whole time Sara 
begged me to hurry up. I think she was more excited about showing me 
her surprise than I was. She was practically leaping as we both made our 
way out of the house and to the stables.


We had two different stables. One was the horse stables were we keep 
our two horses, and the second stable was for our cow. There they were 
kept for feeding and milking. That is the one we went to.

When we finally arrived, Sara had me close my eyes. I smiled as she 
checked to make sure if I was peeking. Then Taking my hand, she led 
me in to the stable. I couldn't hear anything as I was led over the hay to 
one of the pens. When she was ready, she told me to open my eyes. 

"Ok daddy, you can open your eyes, I hope you like it!"

I was frozen in shock. On the floor, on her hands and knees was 
Grace....completely naked.

My eyes couldn't understand what they were looking at. She was just 
staying there, on the ground, looking at the floor. Immediately my eyes 
darted to the two giant orbs dangling from her chest. They were her tits, 
but must have been at least twice as large as I remember them. Below 
the swaying breasts was a milk bucket, which still had some milk in it.

The next most shocking thing my eyes went to was her head. It was 
completely shaved bald. Her once long black hair was no more. This 
allowed me to easily see the cow bell hanging around her neck. Finally, 
to complete the horror, her once sexy ass was now a crisscrossing 
pattern of red welts.

"Grace what on earth!" I yelled, but Grace didn't even look at me. She 
simply remained in her crawling position.

"So dad what do you think of our new cow?" Sara chimed!

I started shaking my head in confusion "New Cow?"

"Gracey is now one of our cute farm animals, isn't that wonderful?"

"But how? Why?" I was just overwhelmed with disbelief.

"Its quite simple really. During our visit to the farm a month ago, Gracey 
loved watching the farm animals so much, that she just had to be one 
herself. When she told me of her desire, I told her how stupid she was, 
but she insisted on becoming a farm animal."

I stared at Grace the whole time my daughter told her story, but she 
never made any indication that my daughter was lying.

"So who am I to tell her she can't be one of our farm animals? But I told 
her that with big tits like her's, the only animal she could possibly be 
was a cow."

I just couldn't believe her. There had to be something else going on here. 
My beautiful Grace couldn't actually want to be a cow, could she?

"Sara, I don't know what you've done to Grace, but I'm taking her out of 
here right now."

"But daddy!!!" She pleaded "She wants to be a cow. Just ask her."

I looked at Grace, but couldn't bring myself to ask such a ridicules 
question. How can you ask another human being if they want to be a 
cow? But my daughter did just that.

"Come on Gracey, tell your new owner you want to be a farm animal."

To my utter amazement, she began shaking her bald head yes.

"But Grace, why?" I said distressed, not believing what I was watching.

"Go ahead Gracey, tell daddy why!"

I could see Grace swallow back a sob as she answered my daughter 
"Moooooooo"!

"And don't you just love it when I milk your tits like a cow?"

I could see a small tear run down her cheek as she again shook her head 
yes.

"WHAT? Milk her tits???"

"That's right. I can milk her just like a real cow. What do you think you 
were drinking in the house?"

I fell to my knees, unable to stand with the realization that I had just 
drank the milk of my girlfriend.

"But how could she allow you to do that? How could she want to be our 
cow?" I still couldn't believe this was all true. How could the this 
gorgeous, successful woman rather be my cow than my girlfriend, or 
wife?"

"Its ok daddy, its what she wants. Right Gracey?"

Again Grace answered "Mooooo"!

"Come daddy, watch me milk her. She just loves it when I do that."

In ever continued disbelief, I watch my young daughter slid a stool next 
to the older woman before grabbing hold of one of the dangling breasts. 
Again my mind focused on how much bigger they where from when I 
last saw them. Almost like they were filled with....

I could see Grace's body tense as Sara touched her. Then like a real cow, 
Sara began to milk Grace by pulling and tugging on her breast. Beyond 
belief, milk actually began squirting out from her nipple.

"You see daddy, stupid human cows have to be milked differently from 
real cows. You have to squeeze and pull in just the right places." She 
pulled extra hard to emphasize her point, causing Grace's face to wince. 

For five minutes I just kneeled on the floor and watch my daughter milk 
my girlfriend. She was soon milking both breasts freely. I was even 
surprised to hear Grace making low moaning sounds as Sara continued 
her breast manipulation. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure on 
her part.

The whole time I was just simply amazed that Grace would allow all this 
to happen. The Grace I knew was a strong minded, intelligent person 
with ambition. Never in a million years did I foresee this, her desire to 
live life as a common cow. But apparently that's exactly what Grace 
wanted as she passively allowed a girl half her age yank her enlarged tits 
for milk.

By now I couldn't stand watching any more. All the depressing feelings I 
had felt for the past month came flooding back to me ten fold as I saw 
the degradation before me. It was all so inhuman. I rose from the ground 
and left the stable without saying a word.

The walk back to the house was a total daze of confusion. I didn't even 
pay attention to the sounds of whippings coming from the stable I just 
left, or my daughter's berating.

Back in the farm house, I sat down at the kitchen table and began to cry. 
I cried for the obvious reasons. It was a lot to take in. I had lost my 
girlfriend while gaining a cow. I'm sorry but that saddens me.

About ten minutes later, Sara walked into the house with the bucket. It 
was half filled with milk. None of it seemed real to me. Even watching 
her empty the bucket into two milk bottle and placing them in the 
refrigerator didn't. Inside were already 12 full bottles.

Then Sara sat down across from me at the table and held one of my 
hands. "Is everything alright daddy?"

I looked at her with my eyes still red from the crying. "No everything is 
not alright. How could you not tell me about this? How could you let me 
suffer all this month when you knew quite well where she was?"

"In our Stable?"

"Yes in our stable!"

"Well daddy, I didn't want you to....interfere with Gracey's....training."

"Training?"

"She wanted to be a cow so very much, but she was just so clueless as 
how to be one. That is where those marks on her behind come from. She 
needed to be taught properly."

"Taught? Taught by whom? You were home with me almost the whole 
time."

"Almost is right, but sometimes I was able to get away for a little visit to 
our cow. But there was someone else here who did a lot of the training."

My eyes widened at I realized who it must have been. "Charlie? Charlie 
actually went along with this?"

"Please don't be upset with him. He was only helping. Gracey wouldn't 
have become the cow she is today if Charlie wasn't here to feed her and 
continue her training."

I lowered my head back into my hands. It was so much to take in. My 
daughter came around and hugged me. "Its ok daddy, its all for the best. 
Did you really want to marry a woman who prefers to live her life as a 
farm animal? And besides, its what she really wants. You should be 
happy for her." 

Despite my confusion, I realized that she was right. I really didn't want 
to marry a girl who'd rather be a cow. I hugged my daughter back.

The rest of the day I avoided the stable. I wanted nothing to do with 
Grace. As far as I was concerned, she was nothing more than just an 
animal to me, not worthy of my attention. I rode the horses with Sara, 
fed the chickens, and drove into town with Charlie to reload on supplies. 
Neither Charlie or I discussed the human female than was crawling 
around in the barn. We both simply ignored the subject.

Sara spent most of her free time with Grace in the stable. I wasn't sure 
exactly what she was doing with herm but I didn't care.

As night fall began, we had another well made dinner by Sara. She was 
turning into quite a cook. Not long after that we both went off to bed. 
But as I lay there in the dark I found myself getting that lonely feeling 
again. I couldn't help but remember Grace's warm, soft body next to 
mine. How wonderful it had felt to have that smooth skin wrapped 
around mine. The way her large breasts felt in my hands. I found myself 
getting hard at all the images. 

"Dam it why can't she be here right now? Wouldn't she rather sleep 
naked in a warm bed with me than sleep naked outside in the cold barn?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find out once and for all what was 
going on, if this is really what she wanted. I needed to know for myself, 
and for my erection.

Making sure my daughter was fast asleep in her room, I tip toed down 
the steps and made my way to the barn. Part of me was hoping she 
wasn't there, that I had been imagining the whole thing. That my 
girlfriend wasn't a cow.

But there she was. She looked so peaceful, laying on her side fast asleep. 
Despite the fresh whip marks on her ass, the fingernail marks on her 
swollen tits, and the very bald head, she still look wonderful in my eyes. 
I knelt down beside her and watched for a moment as she slept. I was 
still in love with her.

With out even thinking I lowered my lips to her's and kissed her. She 
moaned as she returned it. Lifting her head with one hand I continued to 
kiss her, even slipping my tongue into her mouth. I could tell she was 
still partially asleep but I didn't care. With my other hand I brought it to 
one of her large mounds and gently squeezed.

Suddenly she woke and pushed me away. "Peter no, we can't!"

I looked into her eyes with compassion "Why not? I love you. I want to 
be with you. Come with me out of here and into the house!"

I could tell in her eyes that she wanted to, but.... "Peter I....I can't."

"Why not, do you really want to live out here, in my farm, as a cow?"

She held her head down and whispered "No!"

I was elated, overjoyed. I knew deep down in my heart that she couldn't 
really have wanted this. That this had all been a mistake. "Then come 
back with me to the house, into my bed, where I can hold you forever!"

"I want to Peter, believe me I want to, but I can't. My place....is here."

"Living as a cow?"

She sighed "Yes"

"But...but why?"

"Because of your daughter."

"Sara?"

"Yes"

"I don't understand?"

"Sara is the one who turned me into a cow."

"But she told me it was you who wanted to become one?" The look in 
Grace's eyes told me it had all been a lie.

"It happened the morning you and Charlie went into town, leaving Sara 
and I here alone. Remember how you told me to try to talk with her? To 
become better friends?"

"Yes I remember."

"Well, I tried. That morning I did my best to communicate with her. But 
every time she'd either just ignore me, or get very angry. But as you 
wanted, I tried my best. When I saw her go down to the barn, I followed 
her. There I saw here milking one of your cows. Since I had never seen 
it being done before, I thought it would be a good way to open a 
conversation with Sara."

I nodded in agreement.

"At first she ignored me as usual, but when I asked her how it felt to 
milk cows, she seemed to brighten up. She allowed me to pulled a stool 
next to her and watch how she did it. It wasn't long before she had me do 
it, telling me the best ways to milk the cow. But...."

I raised my eye brow "But what?"

"At one point I must have pulled too hard on one of the nipples because 
suddenly Sara got very upset with me. She was yelling and cursing. I 
tried to calm her down, and told her how sorry I was, but she didn't 
believe me. She asked me how I would have liked it if I had my nipples 
pulled and pinched by a hapless woman? When I didn't respond she 
demanded I leave. But I couldn't leave like that, not with her so angry. I 
had to ease the situation. I begged her to let me stay, and that's when she 
told me to remove my top."

"What? Just like that?"

"Yes. She said she wanted to show me how the cow felt if it was done to 
my breasts."

"You mean milking?"

She held back a sob "Yes."

"But why didn't you just say no? Why didn't you just leave?"

"I wanted to. I hated the little brat, but I thought of you. I love you so 
much and knew that our relationship couldn't work if you had a daughter 
who hated me. So...I...lowered my top."

"Grace!"

"I'm sorry Peter, I now know it was stupid. She was just so angry and 
demanding. She didn't leave me a lot of time to think, and I was feeling 
so horrible for hurting her cow."

"Oh Grace, I can't believe you!"

"I should have realized things were wrong when I first saw that smile on 
her face. But I thought I was just calming her down. When she ordered 
me to my hands and knees I hesitated. I didn't like where this was going. 
But that angry look of her's came back and I did as she asked."

"Grace, your twice her age! How could you let her do that to you?"

"I don't know what I was thinking, only that it was all for you. When I 
was on my hands and knees, she brought a stool next to me and placed a 
bucket beneath my breasts. I tried to tell her that I wasn't producing any 
milk, but she refused to listen as she grabbed hold of my left breast."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this! My own daughter tricking my girlfriend 
like this."

"Please Peter, this is very hard for me."

"Sorry baby, please continue."

"Once she had my breast in her hands, she immediately went to work 
trying to milk me. I have yet to get pregnant and of course nothing was 
coming out. After a few minutes of pulling and pinching my left breast 
was getting a little soar. But when I told her to stop, she refused and 
moved over to the other side to milk my right breast. And nothing came 
out of that one either, but she wasn't giving up. She stood up and 
disappeared behind me for a minute. I was about to get up when I felt a 
sharp prick in the back of my thigh. Instinctively I stood up and turned 
around to see your daughter giggling and holding a syringe."

"A tranquilizer!"

"Yes. The brat drugged me. After a couple of seconds I started getting 
dizzy. After a few more I was on the ground, past out!"

"When I find that girl, I'm going to punish her like no daughter has been 
punished before."

"But Peter, there's still more."

"Just stop Grace, I can't take anymore."

"But you must listen, I have to tell you all that I've been through."

"Ok, I'll listen."

"I don't know when I finally woke up, but when I did it was night time 
and I was completely naked. Worse, my hands and feet were shackled to 
the walls of the stable. Next to me was the bucket, but now it had some 
milk in it. I looked down at my breasts and sure enough there was dry 
milk around my nipples."

"You actually lactated?"

"No, it was fake. It was from one of your cows I think or maybe from 
the store. But at the time I didn't know she had dabbed the milk on my 
breasts while I slept. She was trying to trick me, and it worked. I thought 
it was from me. I looked around and noticed that Sara wasn't there. 
That's when I heard noises coming from the house. It was your voice, 
telling Charlie goodbye. You were leaving with Sara. Leaving me here, 
naked, alone."

"Why didn't you cry out?"

"Gosh I did. I screamed and screamed, but you never heard me. I begged 
you not to leave, but before I knew it, you and Sara were gone."

"Oh I shouldn't have left so quickly Grace. I should have stayed longer 
and searched for you. I was just so upset when Sara told me you had left. 
And when I didn't see your car, I just assumed she was telling the truth."

"I don't blame you Peter, you couldn't have known."

"But I should have. I left you here to become a farm animal."

"No, your daughter left me here to become a farm animal."


I knew she was right, but it didn't make me feel any better.


"I slept for the first of many nights in this stable. The dirt floor was cold 
and hard, but I did my best to fall asleep. The next morning was when 
Charlie came to visit me."

"Charlie! His ass is fired the second I get you out of here."

"Peter please don't say that. He was very nice to me. He took care of me 
while Sara was gone."

"How could you say that? He could have set you free?"

"Sara told him not to. She told him to keep watch over me while she was 
away. Its her you should be angry with, not Charlie!"

"But who was it that gave you all those scares on your behind?"

Grace winced as I reminded her of the whippings, "No that was all Sara. 
It was part of my....training. The only thing Charlie did was feed me and 
give me the injections."

"Injections? What injections?"

"The hormone injections so I would produce milk."

"You can't be serious?"

"It was horrible. The first time I received them was a few days later, 
when Sara came to visit me again. That is when she told me of her plans. 
Her plans to make me her own personal cow. I begged her over and over 
again to release me, but she would have none of it. I felt humiliated to be 
under her thumb like this, but there was nothing I could do, I was her's.

Then she talked about my lack of milk production. She said I wasn't 
worth anything unless my 'udders' could produce milk. Out came the 
syringe, or rather two. One for each of my breast."

"I can't believe my own daughter could be so cruel. I had no idea."

"When I refused to co-operate with her, she got very angry and went to 
get a whip!"

"Not the whip in the stable? The one we use on horses and cows?"

"The same. When I still refused to the injections, she moved behind me. 
A moment later my ass was one fire. I must have let out an awful scream 
because Charlie was soon there as well, watching your daughter whip 
my ass. Gosh Peter she was merciless. No matter how much I cried, 
screamed, and begged she wouldn't stop. My ass felt like mince meat as 
she worked it over."


I looked over to her ass. Sara indeed whipped it good.

"When she finally did stop, I would have done anything to not get any 
more. I held still as she lowered the first syringe beneath my left breast 
and injected it with milk producing hormones. The same for the other."

I again looked at her large breasts. They were still as beautiful as I 
remember, only now they were larger and full with milk.

"After that she instructed Charlie how to administer the injections into 
each of my breasts. Once in the morning, and once in the evening. 
Finally, before she left, Sara told me that she was going to whip me one 
more time as punishment for dating her father. This is when she whipped 
me the hardest.

"Oh my poor Grace!"

"For every lick of the whip, she told me what it was for. The first was 
for me 'stealing' you away from her mother, the second was for trying to 
replace her mother, the third was for trying to be her friend, fourth for 
not listening to her orders the first time, and the fifth and final lash was 
for daring to masquerade as an intelligent human female instead of the 
...<SOB>...Cow I really am!"

Grace finally lost it and began freely sobbing. I immediately took her 
into my arms and held the crying woman tight. She had been through so 
much. I didn't want her to continue. I wanted to pick her up in my arms 
and carry her into the house were she belonged, not out here with the 
animals.

But when I tried to lift her, she immediately pushed me away.

"No! I can not leave!"

"Why not? My daughter can no longer keep you here. Not with me 
around."

"No no, I must not leave. This is where I am supposed to be. This is 
where I belong."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Peter, I am...a cow. Your daughter demands I live my life as an animal 
and I've accepted that. I can no longer fight her, this is what I truly am. I 
didn't like it when Sara told me the first time, but I realize this is what I 
am meant to be."

"You can't be serious?"

"I'm sorry Peter, but I cannot deny the truth. I am a milk producing cow 
for your daughter Sara. I belong to her now."



"And she can belong to you as well Daddy!" I darted my eyes to the 
shadowy figure standing at the entrance of the stable. It was Sara. How 
long had she been standing there, listening to what we were saying?

"Sara, you lied to me! You told me Grace wanted to become a cow. But 
you forced her!"

"Oh daddy, I only helped her realize what she already knew deep down 
in her heart. I admit I had to push her in the beginning, but now she's a 
loyal cow, aren't you Gracey?"

"MOOOO" I looked back at Grace in surprise.

"What was that Gracey? Tell Daddy what you are?"

"MOOOO....MOOOO....MOOOO"

"I think you have you answer Daddy. She's all mine. But you can still 
play with her to." Sara approached the two of us and immediately Grace 
got to her hands and knees, breasts hanging free. Pulling up a stool, Sara 
placed a bucket beneath Gracey's chest.


"Come on daddy, Gracey needs to be milked. Her big old tits are gonna 
burst if you don't. Come on, don't be afraid, they're just cow udders. 
Give the old cow a good milking."

Sara took my right hand and guided it to Grace's left breast. Until this 
moment, every time I held these tits, it was the tits of my girlfriend, my 
lover. Strangely, now they were the tits of a farm animal, of a cow.

I squeezed.

Milked squirted from the nipple as Grace let out a low moan.

<SLAP>

"Mooo you bitch, cows don't moan, they mooo!" Sara yelled.

Gracey began mooooing as Sara continued to spank her ass. In another a 
daze I was now freely milking both tits, amazed at how cow like it all 
was. The bucket below, the stable, the hay on the ground, and the cow. 
The bucket was rapidly filling with liquid as I tugged and pulled the 
same tits I once held with such love and care. But this is what she 
wanted, this is what she was. A cow!

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Grace, or Gracey as we all call her now, permanently lives in our stable. 
I no longer consider her a human being. She is an official member of my 
farm animals. I even have her listed as an one of my cows for tax 
purposes, even though I leave out the fact that she once wasn't. But for 
the most part I want nothing to do with her. It disgusts me every time I 
think of her. She could have been my wife, now she sleeps on hay.

I've even begun dating this new woman. Thankfully Sara actually likes 
this one. I'd hate to think we might have a new horse as well. But Sara 
thinks my new girlfriend reminds her of her mother, so she's ok with it. 
I've even brought my girlfriend to visit Gracey on a number of 
occasions, and she gets a big hoot out of the whole thing. She even sits 
down and milks Gracey from time to time, and Gracey is just happy as 
a.....well cow!

But for the most part Sara is in full charge of her.

The only time Gracey is let out of the stables is when Sara takes her to 
the field and lets her crawl around. We wouldn't want our cow to get too 
fat and unfit. Another side effect from the hormone injections.

Usually once every week Sara gives Gracey a good hard cow whipping, 
just so that she remembers her place. Sara also makes sure her cow gets 
the daily hormone injection shots to keep those tits nice and full. But just 
to be cruel, Sara so enjoys waiting two or three days before milking her 
cow. By the third day Gracey's tits are so swelled up that they look like 
their going to explode. Gracey mooo's and mooo's to be milked, but she 
deserves to suffer as far as I'm concerned.

Not long after that night in the stable, Sara suggested we take full 
control of Gracey's estate and assets. "They're only useful to humans, not 
stupid cows", as she so eloquently put it. Sara typed up all the necessary 
documents and Gracey freely signed all her worldly possessions away, 
which included a car, apartment, and Gracey's entire life savings, 
amongst other things. Most of these went to Sara. Sara just loves driving 
Gracey's car, now that she can stop hiding it from me in the farm garage.

Finally, Sara made sure to tie up all her cow's loose ends. That way no 
one will come looking for her. She had Gracey phone in the hospital to 
tell them she was quitting, as well as other friends and family members 
that might be concerned for her.

Now every one is happy. I'm going to be getting married in the spring, 
Sara now has her own car and plenty of college money, and Grace....well 
she gets to happily live out the rest of her life as my daughter's milk 
producing COW.



The End!


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