"There you go, who's a good pretty cow for her owner?"
The words moved slowly through your mind, like molasses, as your reduced cognition struggled to process all that was happening around you... and to you.
You look down at your big pretty milk-filled udders and tried to think back to how this had all started.
The woman at the bar... The strange video on her phone... Stumbling through dark streets, being held up by her... The sound of heavy doors, long stairs, and echoes of a concrete clad basement as you were left to 'sit' in a chair.
The pretty spirals that played as you sat...
The pink colors, the sound of sloshing milk, the mooing of happy hucows, and the swelling of their perfect over-filled milk tanks filled your vision and ears...
All while she suckled at you...
But she didn't just take, she also gave to you. She called them 'protein shakes', filled with thick and sweet tasting fluids. They started being fed to you from pretty pink bottles... but eventually, the pretense was dropped, and you were being fed straight from the bottles these 'drinks' came in... with 'Bovine Hormones' plastered across the side.
Then her mouth wasn't enough any more...
Big. Heavy. Metal. Rubber-ringed. Industrial. Pumps.
She attached them to your swollen udders, and left them running all day, all night, only stopping to take her own occasional 'sip from the source' when she wanted to.
But you could still feel it...
The sloshing of the milk filling you...
The pressure of the milk being pumped out of you...
The weight of your leaking teats as she moved you from the plush chair, to a 'milking frame'. Leaving you suspended, and pumped, and stuck watching the pretty videos, as a tube filled your mouth with your 'special medicine'.
And that was your life...
For what felt like lifetimes, before finally... she came to give you another present.
"Here you go Daisy, something special for you to wear. A special present, for my special cow."
You put on the special new clothes that your owner had brought you, and couldn't help but thank her for all she'd done... all she'd helped you realize... all she had brought out from inside you, that had been waiting to be set free.
"What do good cows says when they get a present?"
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