Clop, clop, went the heels on Alice’s cow boots as she walked down the hall. Jingle, jingle at every step went the bells hanging off of her titties.

She clopped to a stop outside Lynette’s door and gave her titty-bells a nice shake. Like she was ringing to be let in! “Jingle jingle jingle,” Alice said. It was funny, and saying it made her feel very bubbly and dumb. “Clop clop clop,” she said, and did a little heel-stepping march in place. That started the bells going, so she had to jingle them again, then she clopped some more to answer, and right away she fell into a rhythm. Soon Alice was swaying her hips and shaking her arms and talk-singing jingle jingle jingle, clop clop clop to herself and she was in her own sexy silly little dance number that was too foofy and fun to ever want to stop.

Alice was still doing it when an angry-sounding buzzer went off inside. She jumped a little and gave out a short, startled mooo, then immediately clapped both hands over her mouth. “Stupid cow,” she scolded herself. You’re not playing Moomy now, dumbtits. She collected herself and smoothed her hands across her very scanty nurse’s apron, besides the boots and her cow ears the only thing she had on. “Wearing your cow things on duty is a privilege,” she recited primly. She’d lose it if she couldn’t be a big girl and keep herself together.

“Morning honey!” she called to Lynette. She closed the door behind her and aimed an awkward curtsey at the corner farthest from the bed. The direction was only a guess: of course there were cameras in the room, She had cameras everywhere, but Alice wasn’t allowed to remember where they put them or what they looked like. “Good morning Goddess,” she said as she bent her leg. She knew she was sucking up but she felt guilty about giving in to that dumb cowslut dance outside when she had a job to do in here. It would be nice if Goddess could see her being extra-good right now.

Alice came up to the end of the bed, where Lynette was facing out, and smoothed her apron again, framing her hands around the red cross over her crotch. “I’m Nursie!” she announced to her daughter, with a pleased, proud shimmy. It set her jinglies going again, and she squeezed her tits together, a big grin on her face. “How will I assist you today?”

Lynette, bound and kneeling, made a sustained, hollow-sounding moan around her gag. “Awww,” Alice said, pulling a pouty face, “is Baby Netty feewing wonewy?” She climbed up onto the bed and crawled forward, the waterproof mat under the coverlet crinkling around her. A greenish fugitive light came and went around the rims of Lynette’s blackout goggles. Alice adjusted them a bit and tightened the strap, and as she did Lynette gave out another low, broken moan. Alice glanced down. “I bet Nursie knows what it’s talking about,” she purred, and flicked at the wormish pink antenna protruding from between the girl’s legs.

Nothing to see or hear but whatever it pleased Goddess to feed you, the whole world reduced to a few remote-controlled inches of vibrator stuffed up your twat. “Lucky girl,” Alice said.

Dark green stockings and a matching mesh half tee, drool-sodden; pink for her restraints and her pink fuzzy cat ears and pink skin: Lynette looked like a piece of yummy candy. Alice fidgeted a little with the alignment of her thigh cuffs. “Pretty girls are never prettier than when they’re being brainwashed,” she whispered into the ear bud in her daughter’s ear. In truth she felt herself slightly at loose ends, and while she fidgeted Alice tried to remember what task Nursie needed to do.

She looked around her. Lynette was moaning more frequently now, with more a sound of need in it. It made Alice feel kind of jealous. “Goddess must have something really special she wants to teach you today,” she sighed. She glanced over to the night table, where a few bottled waters sat clustered around the lamp. The light glinted off their tops. She closed her eyes. She listened to her daughter panting, and imagined Netty right now learning some new way of playing with her, and felt her pussy clench.

The word HYDRATION painted itself in big pink letters inside Alice’s head. She knew that was Goddess giving her a Thought. She opened her eyes and repeated it to Netty, “hydration,” and hearing the word told her it was right. It sounded sexy. “Hydration,” she said again. All she had to do to reach a water was to drape herself across her daughter’s lap and stretch. When the bit came out of her gag Lynette’s jaw remained slack and her mouth open, and her tongue flopped automatically forward onto her chin.

Alice chuckled. “Is oo begging to come baby?” she teased. She broke the seal on the bottle and tried to tip it into Lynette’s throat but the girl who couldn’t close her mouth didn’t have mind enough to drink either, the water just cascading uselessly down her chin. Alice decided instead to fill her own mouth and water Lynette from it in dribbles, mama-bird style. That didn’t work either but it got her hot, and she stole a little thrill from accidentally repeatedly sucking her daughter’s slick tongue into her mouth. The cowslut in her started imagining how satisfying it’d be to just shove one of her big milkers in there and start lowing.

And that ended up with Alice riding her bare pussy over Lynette’s thigh while sliding a nipple, bell and all, roughly up and down her daughter’s outstretched tongue, letting the bottle splash over her tit and turn it into a waterfall. She was torn between making the water last and just letting it all go in one satisfying gush. “Come on baby take it, take it from Mommy's tit,” she kept coaxing. Lynette grunted seductively with every pass of her nipple. They were both wet, the coverlet underneath them soaked, there was no way Lynette was getting any of the water but Alice’s clit kept finding the edge of that big pink cuff and it was honestly starting to drive her kind of wild.

“Oh fuck baby this is so inappropriate,” she whispered. She had crossed some kind of line, though she couldn’t have said what. Wasn’t she allowed some fun? The bottle was empty now and with both hands Alice was clutching Lynette’s ass for leverage while she pussy-smeared a wetness, the water’s and her own, all along the girl’s thigh. “Don’t come you stupid fucking cow,” she whined to herself, “don’t come don’t come don’t come.” But saying it was part of the rhythm that was driving her to the edge. She dropped her head and clamped her mouth onto her daughter’s neck, hard, to stop the words and try and slow herself down.

Then the buzzer she’d forgotten about sounded again, shudderingly loud, right next to the bed.

Muffled against Lynette’s skin, Alice’s mooo this time scarcely sounded like a cow noise at all, more like a longer and more agonized repetition of one of her daughter’s gagged moans. She stayed where she was, breathing heavily, not daring to move a muscle, while the ruined orgasm collapsed and fell away in shards beneath her. She felt the rush of shame and failure and longing she always felt when it happened, and she cried softly and whimpered to herself and rubbed her forehead against Netty’s shoulder. When that had passed she raised her head, feeling every ounce of its leaden weight, to where the buzzer had come from.

Behind Lynette on the other side of the bed she recognized an IV stand, hung with an almost empty fluid bag. The line descended from it into Lynette’s arm. She hadn’t noticed before. “Hydration,” she said, dazed, and knew she was hypnotized.

Nursie stood next to the IV stand, idling. She felt empty and lethargic, abstracted from herself. The spent bag dangled from her finger. It swayed a little in the corner of her eye, and as it did her hips seemed to take up the motion. She stared down at the pretty, brainwashed whore she was attending and let the swaying dance her in place while it worked itself out.

The whore was quieter than she had been at first. Nursie thought enviously of the special Goddess drugs the drip was probably feeding her. There was a large pool of damp on the bed underneath her, and thinking she’d pissed herself, Nursie bent down between the girl’s legs—from the waist, feet together, back arched, like a proper bimbo—and inhaled deeply. What pee scent there was was faint, but the odor of pussy came up heady and unmistakeable. It seemed like some other slut must have been there at some point, rubbing one out on the whore’s thigh. Nursie licked at the spot, experimentally at first, then more eagerly, till she’d licked it all clean.

She propped an elbow in the wet and gazed comfortably up at the girl’s pretty mouth, at her pretty whore tongue hanging out. Nursie badly wanted to taste that too. She reached her fingers up, and only then realized there was something off: the slut’s gag had come out. It was just next to her, and she got up onto the bed with the girl to replace it.

Sexy as that tongue had been, the scene looked so much hotter with the bit back in place. “Pretty girls are never prettier than when they’re being brainwashed,” she told the gagged, blinded whore.

Tried to tell her, anyway. The sentence came out as a prolonged mooo.

Her eyes widened. “Fuuuck,” she said. That was a moo as well, only louder and more bellowy.

She’d lost her words. Stupid cow. You’ve really gone and done it now, she thought. You and your cow toys. She scrambled up from the bed, mooing her angst. She wasn’t allowed to transform without permission! Goddess for sure was going to punish her for it.

By now all the lowing she’d been doing was making Moomy super conscious of her udders. It felt like maybe they were getting swollen already. She picked up the empty fluid bag from the bed, to remind herself where she was, what she was doing. The bag needed to be disposed of. Or did it need refilling? She imagined it all white and shiny, plumped to bursting with fresh milk, and smacked her lips.

She tried to remember what her instructions were, but now her own bags were getting itchy. She thought about taking the gag back out and just stuffing her entire tit into the whore's unresisting mouth until she was forced to suck. You need to go, she mooed to herself. Somewhere away from the brainwashing, where she could think straight. Like a person and not a cow. She groped at her milkers with her free hand to check for any sign they were starting to get full.

Top-heavy, Moomy jingled and clopped her way clumsily to the door. They were such happy sounds though! She couldn’t help but giggle when she heard them, and that cheered her up and in the effort just to walk straight she forgot all about her bad mood. The doorknob was slippery and it was even funnier how much work she had just trying to get hold of it, what with the empty milk bag in her hand and all. She felt a need to moo about the funny predicament, loudly and repeatedly. For a while she just let herself go. It was freeing, not being able to stop.  It felt like being a cow that knew who and what and exactly how dumb it was, and was having a blast proclaiming it to the world.

Her hands kept seeming more hoof-like to her all the time. She bent forward to find more of a purchase on the hard shiny ball they were trying to turn. She wondered if Goddess was watching. That thought put an extra wiggle into her ass and she made a show of it for her owner, just in case, clopping and swaying and jingling and bellowing her bovine incompetence into the air. Goddess would laugh so cruelly at her! She’d give anything to hear Her laughter right now.

Fuck she really was going to need milking, wasn’t she? The more she mooed the more the yearning rose. Her front hooves slipped again, mid-clop, and she lost her balance and crashed, bells jangling, in a heap on the floor. The fall stunned her quiet and she lay there for a time without trying to get up. Her cunt was on fire. The idea of having to spend the whole day like that, collapsed, too stupid to move, just a sweaty, heavy, immobile fullness. Just dumb and lowing and pressing her dumb swollen udders into the floor. No room left in her mind for anything else.

It sounded like all a cowslut could wish for, and she mooed piteously to Goddess to offer her thanks.