Lying awake in my uncomfortable bed I really didn’t want to get out of bed. My time in this manor has been miserable. From the transformation to the near unending use of my body. I hated it all. At Least I thought I did, at every angle I gave in and accepted my fate here. It was like it wasn’t just my body that had changed but my mind too.

My mind had been a mess since I got here. I wanted to please my Mistress. I was so afraid of her at first but now the little moments I had with her were comforting, made me forget about all the complications of life and my thoughts of trying to escape. I could just relax and be hers. 

I thought about my plans for escape. Did I really want to leave? Out there I was Barney, a loser who got fired from every job he had. Who’s bills were coming due and he had no idea how to pay them. A man who was on the edge of being homeless.

But here, I was Abie! Just thinking of the name made me smile. Sure I had to put up with constant sex but for free food and housing? It was a good deal! And I being here, being a sex object, it made my heart flutter. My thoughts turned to last night, where cowgirl after cowgirl had their way with me. I should have hated it, I shouldn’t wish for it to happen again. My hand reached down to my pussy.

I shouldn’t have a pussy either, I was a boy. At least I was a boy. I had to contend with the fact that I didn’t really feel attachment to boyhood, maybe I never did. Something about having a vagina felt right, in spite of my resistance. I started to play with myself.

It was nothing like playing with my old penis. It felt so much more sensitive, so much more satisfying. I couldn’t help myself but play with it, to feel that wonderful sensation. I was alerted by a creak at the door, illuminating the previously dark room I could now call home. I did not stop touching myself, I had lost all decency long ago. Whoever it was could let me have this. 

The interloper turned on the light to the room and I could see a familiar face. Over moans I didn’t notice I was making, I greeted her.

“Mhhh… Hi Buttercup ahhhh…”

She let off a giggle.

“Enjoying yourself Abie?”

“Mooooo…”

“So cute~”

She got closer staring down at the slutty display of a cow trying to get off.

“Let me help you with that dear.”

She clambered over the foot of the bed placing her head right between my legs. Before I could say anything her tongue got to work. I could feel every wonderful moment of bliss as her tongue rolled over every pleasurable spot. I was already close but she was bringing me ever closer to orgasm.

“Mooooooo… Mooooo…. Moo….”

She licked tirelessly right up until I hit the edge and fell over it into the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had.

“MOOO… moooo”

I was left breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath after such a powerful orgasm. Buttercup sat over top of me looking down on me, licking her lips. I mustered out a few words of curiosity.

“W-where’d you learn to do that?”

“I was porn star before I was found by our Mistress, getting girls off as a spectacle was my specialty.”

She leaned over and laid on top of me, our large breasts causing a slight space issue.

“It’s my turn now.”

Buttercup stripped her panties and navigated her cock inside me, then wrapped her arms around my body in a big hug. Slowly and gently she fucked me. Our soft moans the only sound in the room. I’d never been hugged like this. I’d been close to Mistress before but not like this. She held me like someone who truly loved me. I hugged back with a squeeze.

We held together like that, the only change being the raising of her temp, but she still moved gently, something my still sore body appreciated. Her warm embrace brought me great comfort. I completely relaxed in her arms. Eventually she finished and tried to get up, I held on tighter whining.

“Do you want me to stay?”

I nodded and let out a soft sound of confirmation. She smiled at me and fully pressed against me in our hug again. She was still inside me, I could feel every inch of her member. Every time she shifted it moved and fresh pleasure ran through me. I wanted more, she had made me feel so safe in her arms and now I wanted her to keep using me. I wished such a gentle soul could be the one to impregnate me.

“M-more p-please…”

She giggled and I felt her gentle thrusts continue, I never wanted them to stop. We lay together like that, orgasm after orgasm, her filling me ever more with her cum for hours. All good things had to end though. Another cow came through the door bearing a message.

“Abie! Mistress wants you!”

I whined and Buttercup patted me on the head.

“We can play or talk or whatever you want later sweetheart.”

My heart pounded, the idea of more time with her filled me with happiness. She slide out and off of me, a pool of cum leaking out of me onto the bed sheets. I followed her example, slinking off the bed, still dripping.

“W-where does Mistress want me?”

The messenger beckoned me to follow, she led me through the house to the otherside from where I was living, right into a small room. It was a cool room with warm colored wood paneling right out of a barn. The only thing in the room was some kind of pillory with a stool and a stack of buckets. It was a milking room.

Mistress walked in behind me, I was alone with her. She stared at me expectantly. I don't know what to do but I could guess it involved the pillory, I trotted over and put my head and arms in it. Mistress took a seat in the stool and began massaging my breasts. I couldn’t see her so I could only focus on the comforting feeling of her strong hands on my overburdened tits.

“mooooo…”

As she worked I could feel a slight relief, and the distinct feeling of milk leaving my tits. Her hands worked down to the tip of my nipples, gently squeezing the milk out, stroke after stroke I could feel nothing but relief. I didn’t realize how much pressure my tits were under and now it all poured into the bucket below. Mistress cooed softly at me.

“You’re doing so well Abie. I think you deserve a little reward. Would you like to know why I keep you cows?”

“Moo?”

She giggled, I could hear the smile on her face in her words.

“I figured out a long, long time ago that milk and blood are not so different. They quench my thirst all the same. Only recently did I learn that milk is just filtered out blood. And as for why I keep you sweet cows…”

She patted my head.

“Mooooooo…”

“Ever since I learned transformation magic I wanted to have a herd of cute cowgirls. I've kept one on all of my various estates throughout the last thousand years. It’s something of a hobby.”

I felt like I should have found that repulsive, the history of forcing people into this. But I couldn’t think very hard. Every iota of my being was focused on the relieving weight of my breasts.

It ended far too soon, I could feel the flow slowing from each tit to an miniscule trickle. I wished it didn’t have to stop. I felt so much better, refreshed almost. Mistress slapped me on the ass.

“You can expect this daily little cow.”

With that she left the room and me alone. I lifted myself back on my feet. My tits were significantly smaller, which made me a little sad. But I didn’t care, I had one place in mind to be.

I started wandering through the manor looking for Buttercup. My nudity had long since stopped bothering me, even the leering of the other cows was more of an appeal than I thought it was. I was really getting used to this life.

Asking around the cows proved unhelpful, only ever earning me a bending over furniture and a cock inside me. With no other options, I returned to my room dejected. As I opened the door I saw someone making the sheets of my bed. She looked back at me and smiled.

“I took the liberty to clean up after myself.”

“Buttercup…”

I threw myself into a hug around her.

“...I missed you.”

She floundered trying to respond. 

“I umm, missed you too?”

I nuzzled against her chest.

“Abie? Do you like me?”

I had to pause to consider, I supposed I did like her. In some fucked up way, she was the nicest person to me. so gentle and sweet.

“Mhm, you make me feel safe…”

“Oh Abie”

She petted my head so softly.

“We should talk about this”

“I don’t want to talk… I just want you to hold me close again…”

She picked me up with a strength I was used to not having and laid me on the bed settling in on top of me. I didn’t want to just hold her, I wanted to make her feel good too. I tried to roll her over, which she had to help with. I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties her cock slapped against my leg.

“Abie… are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to...”

I was taken aback. Life here was decided for me at every step, but now I was given a choice. This choice felt so much more meaningful than if I wanted sex or not. It was like choosing to accept my role here, or reject it. I had a chance to control my body. Buttercup noticed my hesitation.

“We can just cuddle together!”

I had come to a decision.

“I want to feel you inside me. I want to be closer to you.”

She smiled up at me, and I smiled back. Without a word she helped herself inside me. The warm feeling of our genitals locked like this radiated through my body.

“Do you want me to move, or do you just want to be a cock warmer?”

“Cock warmer…”

I snuggled up against her.

“Maybe sex later, I want to make you feel good.”

We held together, the warmth of our bodies building in the cool room. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. Except maybe in my Mistress’ arms.