Chapter 1: Pilked

Just a little more, I’m almost there, I can feel it! I’m so close…aaaaaaand, finishing move! I filled in the last bubble on the application for my hopefully soon to be job. I just so happened to be passing by my favorite milk brand's main office, when I noticed a ‘cow milkers wanted’ sign. I liked milk, I liked money, and the thought of being able to help milk the cowgirls sent a wave of emotions rushing through me. Who was I to say no? Plus, I’d heard the company offered quite a generous benefits package. 

So there I was, answering their questions and very nervously waiting for the interviewer to call me back. It’s not everyday you get the chance to apply at Hurizon Cowganic Farms. Their milk was amazing, and all the cowgirls they employed were happy and practically living out the Dream™. I mean, yeah, I couldn’t have that dream, I was a guy. But if I could help others live out theirs, then it’d be worth it. 

“Mr. Price?” A man wearing overalls and a lab coat walked into the waiting area.

“Um, hi. That’s me.” I said as I stood up and waved awkwardly. 

The man looked me over, like he was making his decision there on the spot. I felt like I was being stripped down and splayed out for all to see. For some reason my dumb brain decided to find that really hot, and I started blushing like the poor fool I was.

After what felt like an eternity he motioned for me to follow him. We walked down the hall and into a small office where I sat across from him. 

“So, we were going over your questionnaire and we noticed a few things. Mainly the fact that it appears you might be a better fit for a different position. Before we get into it though, I must ask. Why do you want to work here?” His tone was similar to that of someone who already knew the answer to their question. 

I couldn’t help but fidget in my chair. There was no way I could just come out and say that being milked is one of my biggest fantasies, and I hoped that one day maybe I’d happen into a work related incident that would turn me into a cowgirl and spend my days getting milked. Right? “Um, you know. You guys are my favorite milk, and I really want to be a part of something that brings so much joy and happiness to the public. Also, I really like cowgirls. But not in like, a weird way. A completely normal and healthy amount.” Yeah, I was acing the interview. 

The man chuckled, “Well I’m glad to hear you say that. Because looking at your answers and overall vibe. I think you’d be a better fit for our milking cow position, not being a milker.” 

“Wait, you mean I could b-be a cowgirl?” Oh my god, was it actually happening? My entire body flooded with sensations. This was certainly not the time to become erect, but my body didn't really seem to care. 

“Absolutely! We have paid vacation, plenty of holidays, good pay, plus we can offer you quite the benetits package.”

“Don’t you mean, benefits package?” I asked. 

He got up and walked over to a small fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a chilled glass and bottle filled with a pink substance. “No.” He said as he sat back down. 

I was transfixed on the bottle, the viscous milky pink liquid inside. It seemed to move, yet be perfectly still at the same time. I felt like if I stared long enough, I’d be changed forever. But from the sounds of it, I would be no matter what. 

“This is our special blend of Pilk. Pink Milk. It’s made from a mixture of our cowgirls milk and a few other addatits. Since we’re the largest hole milk distributor on the eastern seaboard, we were able to develop this to allow our employees the chance to be who they want to be. As well as help produce our nationally recognized product.” He pulled out a piece of paper and poured a glass of the Pilk. “If the terms of employment are agreeable to you, please sign and have a glass. The transformation will begin and take only a short few minutes to complete, once that’s done your trainer/milker will be in to show you around and get you started.” He smiled and made his way out of the room. 

Faster than I had ever moved I grabbed the paper and speed-read through it. It was all pretty standard job stuff. With the addition of the transformation, and the fact that it was reversible if desired, it was all completely normal. Hand met pen, pen met paper, paper met the other side of the table as I quickly signed and downed the glass of Pilk with barely a second thought. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Sweet, creamy, luscious, practically orgasmic. I started to moan from the sheer delight of the sensations. It was as if my entire body was reacting and tingling at the taste.

My skin began to feel softer, my hips were filling out the chair, my chest felt like pop rocks were going off around my nipples. Everything about my body began to change in the best of ways. My hair grew longer, my head was spouting a fresh pair of small horns that forced me to giggle when brushed up against. I even had a thin tail. I stood up and saw my reflection in the window. Everything I had ever wanted was staring back at me. I was a girl, a cowgirl, and I was beautiful! I took off my clothes to get a better look at myself. I had short fur in the best of places, every touch against my skin felt like lightning, and the best part, I was already beginning to lactate. My newly acquired mommy milkies wasted no time in producing the sweet nectar that dreams were made of. 

I couldn't tell what was leaking more, my tits or my eyes. The feeling of being able to finally be who I wanted to be, a girl, a cowgirl, a cowgirl who could get milked and be confident about who she was. It was an udder dream come true. I sat back down and took a moment to admire my new body, and all the added benetits. My dick had actually gotten bigger somehow, but it was softer, and after only a single stroke I thought I was going to erupt right then and there. 

There was a knock at the door before I had a chance to explore any further. “Hey there sweetie, you decent?” An angelic voice called out. 

“Uhhh, just a second!” I shouted as I frantically tried to put my now severely ill-fitting clothes back on. “As decent as I can be I suppose.” 

The door opened, and in walked the most beautiful cowgirl I had ever seen. Her entire vibe shouted, can and will pin you to the wall. 

“Uh, hi?” I said while trying not to blatantly stare and how gorgeous she was.

“Well hey there. The Pilk sure did quite a job didn't it?” She giggled. “We’re definitely gonna have to get you some better clothes sweetie. But don’t worry, you won't be needing any for your first day.” The grin she gave me sent shivers down my chest. The lightest breeze could have toppled me. “First off, what’s your name hon?” 

Fuck, that’s right, I wasn’t a guy anymore. No more Mr. Price. This was gonna be great! “Um, Abby. If that’s okay?”

She held out her hand. “Of course it is Abby. I think you’re gonna do just fine here.” 

I reached out and shook her hand, then she led me out of the room and down the hall. 

“My name is Bessy, I’ll be your trainer and milker today.” 

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We walked down the hall passing by windows showing lots of small indoor stables and rooms of other cowgirls being milked. They looked like they were in heaven. Girls getting milked, fucked, and pure ecstasy plastered over each of their faces. I couldn’t help but quietly whine out of sheer jealousy. There was nothing I wanted more, than to be one of them. 

“So, Abby.” Hearing her say the name sent me into outer space. “Would you like a private stable to get into the swing of things, or would you want to be around other girls in a more public space?” Bessy stopped in front of a door, turned around, and stared me up and down.

“Oh gosh, um.” I, of course, already knew what I wanted. “I’d be okay with the public stable.”

Bessy chuckled and opened the door we had stopped in front of. “Good girl.” 

We stepped inside and I was greeted with the moans of other girls and machinery. The indoor stable was made of rows of short stalls with padded seats and T.V. screens. Some girls were being assisted by trainers, and others were just watching Graze Anatomy (the hottest cowgirl porn ever made, they were on their forty-third season). Bessy  gestured to an empty stable. Which had a milking machine with my name on it, figuratively speaking. 

“If you’re ready, go ahead and get out of those old drab clothes, and get on the machine.” Her last words were more of a command than a suggestion. 

Taking no effort to hide my excitement, or my raging erection, I happily obeyed. I disrobed and mounted the machine, my knees fitting onto cushions, and my arms on padded rests. There I was, completely exposed, my legs spread apart, my breasts which hadn't stopped leaking the entire time hanging freely beneath me, and a good view of the monitor on the wall. I waited with bated breath for what came next. 

“Good girl. So eager and obedient. Now get ready sweet Abby.” Bessy said as she locked straps over my wrists and ankles, securing me to the machine. 

My whimpers grew as two suction cups raised from underneath and secured themselves over my nipples. Followed by a longer, cylindrical tube that affixed itself over my soaking wet girlcock. As it too applied a brief suction I cried out in pleasure. 

“Mhmm, you new girls are always so fun to play with. So sensitive and cute. We milk every part of you pretty girl. What we milk from your adorable cow gick there gets fed to the other girls as a treat. And, if you're good.” She leaned in close. “You might get some as a treat too.” 

Everything inside me fluttered, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I moaned and came into the tube right then and there. Even the act of shooting out my creamy gelatonous delight was more intense than anything I'd ever felt before. It was as if my body was now made for being milked from every possible source. It was pure blue belled heaven. 

I let out an involuntary moo. Bessy just cackled, and continued the process. Temporarily, I forgot how to breathe as all the pumps began at the same time. Milking my tits, and getting multiple loads of cow treats, or as most people called them, the cummies, from my throbbing girlcock. 

Bessy stood in front of me, looking down with a sadistic smile. My body was on another plane of existence. I didn’t even know where to start with how things could get even better. Until, I felt it. Lubricant against my ass, and then the tip of something. 

“Just say the words sweet girl, and I’ll turn it on. You look like you could use a good fucking to up that milk output.” Bessy’s voice was nothing short of an aphrodisiac. 

“Please!” I begged. “Please, I want to be fucked and milked like the slutty cow I am. Fuck please it feels so good.”

She cupped my cheeks with her hands. “Good girl, I like it when sluts tell me what they want.” 

As soon as she let go, the tip of the dildo attached to the machine slowly began easing in and out. Strapped down, milk being drained from my nipples, working on orgasm number five, and being fucked senseless like the happy cowgirl I was. There was no pleasure in the entire world that could live up to the feelings, the sensations, the raw fucking cowphoria that I was experiencing. I began to moan even louder, turning into mooing and even bucking back on the dildo that was now ramming into my ass. I shook and convulsed with yet another orgasm that sent me to new heights. 

Just like seasons of South Pork, I had lost count of how many orgasms I’d achieved. The feeling of being so thoroughly used and milked was all that mattered. Unfortunately I’d begun to run out. The machine slowed and I felt the dildo pull out of me. The suctions released and Bessy unfastened the restraints. There was no way I could even try to stand up. My whole body felt like jelly. I just laid there, with the biggest grin on my face. Bessy draped a blanket over me and after a few minutes helped me up and over to a recovery room where other girls had finished their shifts as well. 

“You did such a great job today Abby, just take things easy and rest a bit. We’ll have some new clothes for you once you’re ready.” Bessy gave me a kiss on the head. 

She walked me over to one of the beds where a girl also wrapped in a blanket had just sat down. “Here, this is another one of the girls who started today. Why don't you both talk and rest up?” 

I sat down next to the other girl, who was somehow even cuter than Bessy. “Do you wanna cuddle? All that was amazing, but I really just wanna be held or hold someone right now.” the girl said. 

I nodded. As we laid there, relishing the experiences we’d had on our first day. I couldn’t help but get excited for what else was to come, besides me. I could really get used to being a cute cowgirl cuddling another cute cowgirl. Life was finally going my way. All because I got Pilked. 

 

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