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    Well, here is the story I mentioned in the other post. Its only half, so if you like it let me know and I can post the rest.

    tags: f, semi-cons, bondage, drugs, hucow, pregnancy

    (the picture is not mine, but instead the inspiration for the original idea)

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    Sofia was the last from her group to walk outside, the cold air making her shiver. She felt sick, she thought, as she tried to push away the images she had seen as she toured the meat girl processing plant with her classmates. It was the first time she had seen the process up close, and despite the theory she had been taught at school, nothing could have prepared her for the reality.

    The smell, the screams, the pleading, the roughness of the process as a girl like her became meat was something that she had thought about many times, but had never even come close to what she had seen.

    She wasn’t the only one, though, as most of her classmates were in varying degrees of shock, except for a few exceptions that either thought that could never happen to them, or couldn’t wait for it to happen.

    Sofia, like most of them, was still ineligible for the lottery, being only 14, but in a week, it would be her birthday, and she would enter for the first time.

    As she swallowed nervously, she remembered how they had all romanticized the process until that morning. They weren’t naïve; they had heard stories, had been warned countless times, but even then, they still did. Maybe it had all been a defense mechanism., a way to deal with the grim reality that awaited them

    She didn’t think she would ever do that again.

    Behind her, her teacher, Miss Emma, was talking to a woman dressed in a tan business suit. They seemed to know each other from before, she thought distantly, then they looked towards her, and Miss Emma waved at her to approach them.

    Feeling slightly confused as to why they wanted to talk to her, she moved towards the two women.

    Miss Emma was a beautiful woman, tall and slim, with long brown hair that reached down her back. Sofia looked at her with a smile as she stopped next to her teacher

    “Sofia, this is Sara Kean, she works at the plant.” Miss Emma said as she motioned to the other woman. “Sara, this is Sofia Jones.”

    The woman was also tall and very attractive, with long blond hair tied tightly behind her head and deep blue eyes. She looked much older than them, maybe as much as her mom, but that only made her more beautiful.

    She looked at Sofia with a big smile, and then she gave her a short hug that smelled deeply of almonds.

    “Sofia, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Can I call you Sofia?” Sara asked her, and she nodded shyly.

    “Great, you can call me Sara. Emma has been telling me a lot about you, you know?” Sara said as she looked at Emma and then back at her.

    “Really?” Sofia asked, feeling confused.

    “Yes, she told me you are her best student, that you are very smart and very quick to learn new things.” Sara said as she smiled.

    Sara looked shyly at the floor as she felt her face getting warm.

    “I also read your file; your preliminary meat grading was A to A+, which is very impressive.” She added a moment later.

    This time, Sofia felt her face turning a deep shade of red at the compliment. It’s not something she liked to think of, though, especially after what she had seen that day.

    “Now, now, there is no reason to be ashamed of, if anything, you should be proud, you are a young, healthy and beautiful girl.” Sara said as her face turned an even deeper red.

    “I have told her that many times, but she doesn’t listen to me.” Miss Emma added a moment later.

    “You are right. It would, of course, be a shame for you to become a regular meat girl, when the lottery selects you.” Sara added a moment later before she fell silent.

    Sofia looked at her once more, not really understanding what she meant.

    A long silence fell between them.

    “Sara told me about a program they are running, a volunteer program, and well… I thought you would be interested in hearing about it.” Miss Emma said.

    Sofia shook her head instantly, the images of the tour flashing over her head.

    “No, I won't volunteer to become a meat girl…” she said, trying to hide the fear from her voice.

    “No, I am sorry, she doesn’t mean that, don’t worry. As I said, it would be a waste for you to become just meat, regardless of the grade. No… we are working on something new where your qualities would be put to much better use.” Sara said, trying to sound reassuring.

    “Look, it's… hard to explain with words, but I can offer you a tour, a private tour of the new facility we built, if you want. We could do it after hours; it would be just us. What do you say?”

    Sofia felt unsure about it and was about to say no when Miss Emma interceded.

    “I can pick you up at your house after dinner, bring you here, and we can do the tour together, if you prefer.” She said she looked into Sofia’s eyes. “I will take you back home after once we are done, of course.”

    “There, much better, what do you say, Sofia?” Sara asked her.

    And despite her uneasiness, she nodded once.

    “Perfect, see you at 8?” Sara said as she smiled warmly.

    ----

    By the time they arrived back at the plant, it was dark outside. Sofia felt unsure about the whole thing, but couldn’t really say no to Miss Emma, and instead she looked outside the car as the security guard waved them through.

    “Don’t be afraid, I know Sara, she is very thrust worthy. And besides, you are still ineligible, and they are very professional, you are perfectly safe with them. Miss Emma told her, almost reading her mind.

    Sofia thought about what she said, but it didn’t really help her that much.

    “And what about you?” she asked her teacher.

    Miss Emma looked at her for a moment before she looked at the road ahead of them. She never gave her an answer.

    A moment later, they arrived at the front entrance, where she had met Sara earlier that day.

    She was waiting for them outside. This time wearing black pants, a brown jacket, and a white shirt underneath.

    Once outside, Sara took her hand, and then she pressed her into a warm hug.

    “It's so great of you to come, thanks, Sofia.” She whispered into her ears, making her whole body tingle.

    After greeting Miss Emma, she checked her phone and then looked at Sofia.

    “I really appreciate you taking the time to come, Sofia, really. As I said, I want to tell you about the project, but explaining it is… hard, it’s much better if I show you. So, if you follow me, I will take you into the new facility and we can talk more about it there.” Sara said.

    Sofia nodded reluctantly, and then they followed Sara into the building, through a series of long corridors and finally past a big metal door that she opened with a security code.

    Once past the door, she found herself in a brightly lit room with a blue carpet on the floor and white walls. It was a stark contrast to the more industrial-looking meat processing plant she had toured in the morning.

    In the center, there was a machine she didn’t recognize. She thought it was some sort of meat processing machine, but she saw no blades. She could see a few shackles, but she had trouble imagining how they would work.

    Regardless of what it was, it made her feel uncomfortable, and she unconsciously moved closer to miss Emma in search of comfort.

    Meanwhile, Sara moved behind the machine, and she ran her hand over the gleaming steel frame.

    “I never told you what I do at the company. I am the lead product developer, it’s a new position in the company, actually.” Sara said.

    “The company wanted to diversify, so they hired me to develop a new, innovative product that would work alongside with out girl meat line. But I saw an opportunity for more.”

    “When a girl, like you, turns 15, she has few options. You can volunteer to become a meat girl, if your grade is high enough, to a premium processing plant like ours. Or, you can wait for the lottery to select you in which case you can only hope you don’t end up on a small butcher’s shop, or worse a private processor.”

    Sofia felt a shiver running down her back as she thought of the last option.

    “Those are pretty much your options. You said it yourself; Emma told you about a program here, and you assumed volunteer meat girl, but it doesn’t have to be like that.” Sara said as she looked into her eyes.

    “That’s the opportunity I saw, to create another option for girls like you. A volunteer dairy program.”

    Sofia looked at her, confused.

    “Dairy… as in, milk?” she asked.

    “Yes, female milk is very rich in fats, carbohydrates, proteins, vitamins, minerals, enzymes and more. It’s also incredibly delicious, and its already being consumed, though illegally. Some meat girls are processed while they are lactating. Some processors collect it, only briefly of course, and then sell it in the black market.” Sara explained.

    She had never heard about that, but she wasn’t really surprised.

    “Our idea is to supply it legally, in great quantity, and we have also managed to increase que quality, through a proprietary process we developed.” Sara said, obviously excited.

    Sofia looked at Miss Emma, expecting the same confusion she felt as she had never heard of a dairy program before, but instead she saw her motioning for her to pay attention, just as she would in her class.

    “This is not a meat processing machine; instead, it is a restringing and stimulating machine for hucows, the term we have coined for the volunteers, as their purpose is to produce milk.” Sara told them.

    Then she crouched next to the machine and motioned at them to get closer.

    Before she could react, Miss Emma was crouching next to the machine. Not wanting to be left behind, she soon did the same.

    Up close, the machine looked even scarier than before, but she kept quiet.

    “Let me show you how it works.” Sara told her as she started pointing at the restrains.

    “The hucow kneels here, under this beam, her head between these two columns, and then she raises her hips.” She said as she pointed at the various features.

    “These two restrains are for the knees, these two for the ankles, this one grabs the hips, and then the arms are pulled behind its back, and secured up against the beam with these restrains, at the elbows and the wrists. Finally, this shackle goes around the hucow's neck, completely immobilizing.”

    Sofia watched in silence, trying to imagine what it would look like.

    “Isn’t it… uncomfortable?” she finally asked.

    “Well, maybe, but the purpose of the machine is to restrain and to stimulate, believe me, that the last thing on their mind is their position.” Sara said, dismissing her concern.

    “There is more, of course, now if we go into the stimulation part of the machine, this… are the dildos.” Sara said as she picked up a big piece of black plastic.

    On the front, there were two black dildos, and on the other side, a couple of hoses connected to a large box that sat next to the machine.

    “One is solid and it goes into the hucows cunt, and the one that goes in the asshole is hollow, allowing stimulation and waste removal at the same time. Both can vibrate, of course. And there is a urine collection system built into it, too.” Sara said as she showed her the device.

    The dildos looked way too big for her, and a as she ran her hand over them, they felt cold and rigid.

    Next to her, miss Emma nodded, looking attentively.

    “Then… there is this.” Sara said as she grabbed another device.

    “This one works with this ring gag, to keep the mouth open. It has a nozzle that serves a few functions. It goes in the mouth, and it is used to feed the hucow, to allow her to breathe, and also to stimulate the throat.” She said as she handed the device to her.

    Sofia grabbed it with trepidation. It felt cold and heavy, and she couldn’t imagine the rigid nozzle going into her mouth, much less her throat.

    “There is a mask that goes over it, covering the nose too; it also brings in air for the hucow and helps to keep everything in place.” She said as she pointed at what looked like a plastic spider with a hose coming out of it.

    “It… it looks scary…” was all she managed to say as she held the nozzle in her hands.

    “At first, yes, but hucows soon get accustomed to it. It can also move in and out, and vibrate, so it’s a pretty powerful stimulant.”

    Feeling uncomfortable, she passed it to Miss Emma, who took it carefully.

    “Then, the next part… yes, there are many parts to this machine.” She said, laughing as she looked at them.

    “Then there is the hood. This one covers the ears and the eyes, for a total environmental isolation, though it’s also used to show sexual content, videos, to the hucow, once again, to stimulate them.” She said as she held what looked like a helmet with opaque goggles to her.

    Sofia looked at it for a moment, feeling strangely uncomfortable as she watched her reflection on the hard, shiny plastic surface, and then she swallowed nervously.

    “Why so… why so much stimulation?” she finally managed to ask.

    “That is a great question.” Sara said as she placed the hood on the floor.

    “It’s all key to the program. The idea is to produce milk of the highest possible quality. Our research has shown that highly sexually stimulated hucows produce the best milk, and it also helps keep them in prime health.”

    “Of course, for a hucow to produce milk in the first place, they need to be pregnant, but that is easy to achieve; we simply fertilize them at the right time, with a female embryo we prepare in-house. We keep them pregnant most of the time, with only a two-month resting period in between. That way, we can milk them nonstop.”

    As she finished the explanation, Sara grabbed the device.

    “These are the milking cups, we use these to milk them obviously, and also for stimulation of the breasts and especially the nipples. It works via vacuum.” She said as she handed her two clear plastic tubes, open on one end and connected to the machine via a hose on the other.

    “Once pregnant, which in itself is usually arousing for most hucows, with the mechanical stimulation the machine provides, and finally with the help of a cocktail for drugs and hormones that we inject them and then reinforce through their feed, they are kept in a constant state of heightened arousal, which in turns allows them to produce high quality milk in great quantities.” Sara said, visibly proud.

    “We haven’t made it public yet, but were are close to finalizing the last details. The first products will be available to the public soon.” She finally added.

    “Wow.” She heard miss Emma saying next to her.

    Sofia remained silent, though, trying to process all she had been told.

    “You can touch the machine if you want, or ask me a question if you have any.” Sara told her a moment later.

    She nodded silently, but she just looked at the machine from where she was.

    The dildos looked way too big to be comfortable, she thought as she looked at the hard plastic device. The nozzle for the mouth looks even worse, though.

    Noticing her discomfort, Sara grabbed the nozzle once again.

    “Would you like to watch how it works?” she asked her.

    Sofia nodded, but she felt more afraid than curious about it.

    A moment later, Sara touched one of the controls in the box, and the nozzle began moving forward and backward in her hand before it started vibrating.

    “Won’t the girls… no, the… hucows choke with it in their throat?” she suddenly asked.

    As she did, she thought of the many times she had choked while giving blowjobs to one of her male classmates, or to her boyfriend, when they pushed too hard.

    Smiling, Sara shook her head before pointing at the tip of the device.

    “We thought of that, but no, it's hollow, allowing air to pass by, see?” she told her as she pointed at the bigger of the two holes in the tip. “The other one is for the feed.”

    “In addition to that, the machine is programmed to start the hucow slowly, allowing them to get accustomed to it.” She said as she finally turned it off.

    Sofia nodded slowly while she looked at the machine with a mixture of fear and awe. But despite her best efforts, she found it hard to imagine what a hucow would look like in it.

    “It must be… hard, to live like that.” She finally said.

    “Maybe at first, but we have had great success so far; most hucows adapt very quickly to the machine and their new life.” Sara told her.

    “Ah… and how… how long does the program last?” she asked next.

    “Well, the program is for life, actually. Once they volunteer, they become company property, like meat girls, though they are obviously much more valuable to us.” Sara said, laughing softly.

    “The fact that they belong to us allows us to concentrate on producing the best product; we wouldn’t be able to if we had to worry about a release date, now, wouldn’t we?” Sara asked as she saw the doubt in her face.

    “I guess so…” Sofia said, far from sure of it.

    “We take very good care of them, actually, for us they are a very valuable asset, and it's in our best interest to have them healthy. We have pooled out our volunteers before, and while some mention the sexual gratification as the reason for volunteering, most mention that they feel a sense of pride by participating in the program, not every girl can become a hucow.” Sara told her as she finally got up.

    Sofia and miss Emma did the same, and then Sofia looked at the milking cups.

    “What happens when they… can’t produce more milk?” she asked.

    “Well, once their bodies can’t maintain the standard of quality we need, they get processed into meat, though we do have a separate plant for them, with a much more controlled procedure, think of it as recognition for their service.” Sara told her.

    After nodding, Sofia waited silently for a moment.

    “What are you thinking?” miss Emma asked her a moment later.

    She wanted to tell her she was afraid, but she didn’t want to look scared in front of her teacher.

    “It looks… interesting.” She final answered.

    “That’s great. What do you say if I tell you we can go into the production floor to watch the hucows in their stalls?” Sara offered them a moment later.

    “Oh, that would be great…” miss Emma said, and despite her fear, Sofia agreed reluctantly.

    ----

    After going through a few doors, they soon entered a big open room, the walls lined by two parallel rows of machines identical to the one they had just seen, all with a hucow in it.

    “All the workers have gone home; there is no need for them most of the time, the line is highly automated for safety and quality control. It’s just us in here.” Sara told them as she moved down the central aisle.

    Sofia watched the hucows in their machines with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The hum of the machines seemed to fill the air, but under it there was something more she couldn’t quite pin.

    “The sounds you hear comes from the hood the hucows wear. It’s the sound from the videos they are being shown.” Sara mentioned offhandedly.

    And as she did, Sofia tried to concentrate on it, and was slowly able to differentiate the sounds she heard. There was a mixture of moan of pleasure, and screams of pain.

    For a moment she felt a shiver running down her back, as she wondered, if that was what they were hearing, what they might be watching.

    A moment later, she started following Sara down the line as she pointed at the different hucows.

    “Once they start producing milk, the hucows are milked every two hours, every day.” Sara said a moment later.

    “They… they get milked while asleep? Or do they wake up?” Sofia asked her.

    “Well, neither, actually. Once hooked into the machine, their arousal is so strong that it doesn’t really allow them to sleep; instead, they doze off every once in a while. It seems harsh, but their bodies get used to it.” Sara said that while pointing at one of the hucows.

    “You can get closer if you want, just don’t unplug anything.” She told her.

    Sofia hesitated for a moment, but then miss Emma motioned at her to get closer, and she reluctantly approached the nearest hucow.

    The hood and the mask covered her head, and all she could see was a bit of blond hair sticking out of it. She looked close to her age, she thought, though her breasts her much bigger than hers.

    Up close, she started to hear the sounds coming from the hood a lot better. Once more, she wondered what the hucow was watching as she saw her muscles struggling against her restraints. She could see her belly pulsing rhythmically, and she thought about the vibrators inside of her. Then she briefly wondered if she was pregnant, she probably was, she thought distantly.

    Then her eyes wandered over to her breasts. They looked swollen, thick blue veins running along their skin as she milking cups hung heavily from them. She could see the milk being coming out of her nipples before it disappeared into the machine.

    And then she then she saw her throat, pulsing as the nozzle moved inside it.

    Sofia started trembling softly, suddenly wondering what it would feel like to be in her place.

    Without warning, she felt a hand on her back, and she jumped.

    “What are you thinking?” miss Emma asked her as she stood next to her.

    Terrified she might tell them the truth; she blurted the first thing that came to her mind.

    “I wondered… what it is thinking….” She said, her face turning a deep shade of red.

    Sara moved next to her, and as she looked at the hucow, she shrugged.

    “Well, we don’t really know. I can tell you they are in a constant state of arousal, something much more powerful than what you and I can ever hope to experience… I don’t think they can think, really.” She added.

    “The machine never stops, even when they get washed, only one device at a time is removed, and the hood never is.”

    A long silence fell between them as they watched the hucow moaning through the nozzle.

    “Remember, you can ask me anything…” Sara told her a moment later.

    Sofia nodded silently, there were too many questions swirling in her mind, though, but instead she remained silent, too afraid to ask anything.

    Next to her, Sara chuckled softly.

    “It’s all right, all volunteers are a bit shy at first.” Sara said.

    “But I am not a volunteer.” Sofia answered as she swallowed nervously.

    “You are right, sorry, I misspoke, you're not a volunteer yet.” Sara told her as she smiled.

    Sofia felt uncomfortable, certain it had not been a mistake, but she kept quiet.

    “Emma, can I have a moment with you?” Sara asked before the two started heading towards the door.

    “We will be right back, feel free to explore.” Sara told her.

    The two of them started talking among themselves, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

    Then she looked at the hucows, and despite her trepidation, curiosity finally won her over, and she approached another one. This time, she ran her fingers along her back; her skin felt hot and sticky, almost feverish, but the hucow didn’t seem to notice her.

    On her ass cheek, she noticed a bar code, with the number 0005 printed under it, though it wasn’t a tattoo, more like a scar.

    The air around her smelled heavily of sex, and for a moment, she could almost feel the hucows arousal through her skin. As she did, she felt envious of her before she stopped herself, suddenly terrified.

    But despite her fear, she was soon imagining herself in that situation, hooked to the machine.

    A moment later, she heard Sara and Miss Emma returning, and she headed towards them, trying to hide her arousal.

    “Emma and I were talking, and… I think that maybe I can offer you something more, it’s not usually in the tour and not many get to experience it, but I can make an exception if you promise not to tell anyone. Emma thinks you might want to…” Sara told her as miss Emma nodded silently next to her.

    Sofia waited nervously as the two-woman looked at her.

    “If you want to, I can hook you up to the machine we saw first, only for a few minutes, of course. I promise that we will unhook you. You won’t be staying here tonight, but that way you can experience what it feels like, at least partially, since you won’t have the chemical stimulation and you aren’t pregnant, of course.”

    A sudden wave of fear filled her mind as she instantly shook her head.

    “No… I… no…” was all she managed to say.

    “Think about it first, it's… well, it might sound scary, but it’s an opportunity that few can have, and you would be perfectly safe, I will be right next to you all along, making sure you are okay.” Miss Emma told her, her voice soft and calm.

    And despite the fear, something inside of her told her to say yes. She wanted to experience at least a little bit of what the hucows felt. She didn’t fully trust Sara, but she did trust miss Emma, and against the more rational part of her mind, she found herself agreeing.
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    I'd certainly like to see the rest if you have it. It was an enjoyable read so far.

    And little Sofia clearly wants to be a hucow, she's just nervous. I'm sure her "hands on demonstration" will be quite enlightening for her.
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    pls continue this masterpiece
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    No.27995 [Report]
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    Very hot. I'm always interested in seeing more hucow content.

    I'm kind of hoping that Miss Emma gets hooked up first, to show that it's not so scary.
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    Well, here goes the rest, let me know what you think, I could post a few short stories I wrote but never published.

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    Once they were back at the office, she looked at the machine, and she started to regret her decision.

    “Take off your clothes, please.” Sara told her. “Don’t worry, there are no cameras in this room, and we are alone in the plant.”

    Next to her, miss Emma nodded in encouragement, and with no other option, Sofia started undressing slowly while she looked at the machine. Once naked, Sara moved in front of her, and she looked up and down her body.

    “You have a beautiful body, Sofia. I am sure you are an A+… You should be very proud.” she said as she smiled warmly.

    Then she grabbed her breasts, pinching them softly. Her hands felt soft and warm.

    “They are a bit small, but the milking cups will be able to hold onto them with no problem, don’t worry.” She added a moment later.

    Despite feeling uncomfortable, she couldn’t deny she was starting to feel aroused by her touch.

    “Okay, now it's time to get you in the machine. Try to relax, it will be easier for you that way. Remember, it will only be for a few minutes.” Sara told her.

    Looking at the machine, Sofia hesitated.

    “I… I don’t know what to do…” she said.

    Sara smiled patiently before she crouched next to the machine.

    “Here, first kneel next to it, then scoot your body under the beam.” Sara said, and as Sofia followed her commands, she guided her arms and legs into the proper position.

    “There, now, the restrains.” She said, filling her with renewed fear.

    One after the other, she closed the shackles around her legs, then she lifted her hips, a position that left her sex exposed. Sara grabbed her arms next, pulling them painfully behind her back before she secured them to the beam.

    The position was extremely uncomfortable, but worse, it made her feel very vulnerable.

    “Relax, you are doing great.” Sara whispered into her ears.

    A moment later, something cold clamped tightly around her neck.

    “There, now try to move.” Sara told her as she moved back to admire her work.

    But despite trying her best, she couldn’t move at all, not even her head.

    “Great, perfect. That’s done, now time to hook you up to the machine. I will explain everything as we go along… don’t worry.” Sara told her, and despite her fears, Sofia did her best to relax.

    “First are the two dildos.” Sara told her, and a moment later, she felt something cold being smeared onto her cunt and her asshole before the dildos were inserted.

    Despite the lube, Sofia couldn’t stop herself from grunting at the sudden intrusion. They felt much bigger than what she had imagined, and the one in her asshole felt strange and uncomfortable. A moment later, Sara stuck something cold next to them.

    “There, you can piss if you need to, or go number two.” She assured her.

    Standing off to one side, she could barely see miss Emma, watching with fascination as Sara hooked her up to the machine.

    “Next is the nozzle and the mask. Remember to relax, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable.” Sara continued. “Open up.”

    Sofia did as she was told, opening her moth as big as she could, and even then, the rig gag barely fit into her mouth. She could feel the cold metal against her teeth, something she found very unconformable.

    Then Sara grabbed the nozzle and she slipped it into her mouth. She felt the tip pressing softly against the back of her throat as the device was locked in place behind her back.

    Finally, she grabbed the mask, which covered the nozzle and her nose.

    “How do you feel?” Sara asked her a moment later.

    Sofia couldn’t answer, and neither could she move, so instead she just blinked once.

    “Don’t worry, we are almost done.” Sara said as she chuckled softly. “Next are the milking cups. You are not producing any milk, obviously, but at least you can experience what they feel like hanging from your breasts.”

    A moment later she heard a whistling sound under her chest, and then the cups sucked themselves against her nipples. It wasn’t painful, though the sensation was strange, and they were somewhat heavy.

    “Okay, now the hood. Once it's on, the machine will turn on automatically, so try to relax, let the machine do the work, and enjoy yourself. Remember you are safe in here.” Sara said

    Sofia felt her stomach twisting painfully inside of her, suddenly unsure of what she was doing, but it was too late to back out.

    The hood slipped easily over her head, and studently everything around her fell dark and silent.

    She could still hear a faint murmur as Sara talked to Emma, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

    Unable to move, she could only wait as her mind started racing inside of her.

    Her fear started spiraling out of control, and suddenly she told herself she had made a mistake. They had lied to her, she would be trapped in the machine for the rest of her life, she was sure of it.

    Her breathing became short and ragged, and soon she could hear her heart beating wildly inside her chest.

    And then, a screen came to life in front of her eyes, and a video started playing.

    It was a woman lying on the floor, her legs pulled to her chest as a man fucked her. She was moaning loudly, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.

    Then another video appeared, this time a girl, maybe a bit older than her, giving a blowjob while on her knees, while a wet slurping sound filled her ears.

    This one, too, was gone, replaced by a woman tied to a machine, groaning from the pain as a big black dildo was being forced into her ass. It lasted for a second and it was gone.

    A woman was being choked, her face turning a deep blue color as saliva dripped down her face, another was being whipped as she hung from the ceiling, yet another was being gang banged by a group of men, her cries of pain reverberating inside Sofia’s head.

    One after another, the videos flashed before her eyes, impossible to ignore.

    Then another one came, a woman, kneeling on the ground while held by a steel structure, not unlike the one she was on. A man was standing behind her, he grabbed her jaw, pulled up, and then he opened her neck with a knife. Blood poured from the cut, covering her breasts as the life faded quickly from her eyes.

    Sofia wanted to scream, but she couldn’t.

    Instead, she closed her eyes, trying to block the image out, but the sound of the woman’s desperate gasps for air were too much, and soon she opened them up again. Forced to watch every gory detail, she felt bile rising from her stomach, but before it moved into her throat, the dildos started moving inside of her.

    It felt wrong at first, much more powerful than anything she had ever experienced, but slowly her body adapted to the onslaught and she started to get aroused.

    Without warning, the nozzle in her throat started moving too, pushing deeper into her mouth before it retracted. It kept moving, deeper with every thrust, until she felt it pressing firmly against the back of her throat and then she started to gag. She did her best to relax, hoping the feeling would go away, but it didn’t.

    Unlike a cock, the machine was unrelenting and rigid; the hard plastic of the nozzle soon became painful.

    But despite the pain, she felt her body responding, her arousal flared up as her body burned for release.

    It soon became too much for her, though. She tried to resist the assault on her senses, but she started to panic. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe, and she started choking as the nozzle kept pushing deeper into her throat.

    Then she felt a hand tenderly caressing her head. She could hear miss Emma telling her to relax, though barely over the confusing mixture of screams and moans playing in her ears.

    And despite the panic raising inside of her, her teachers voice helped her relax, even if just a little, and it was enough. She managed to take a short, shallow breath, and then another. Slowly, she got the hang of breathing through the nozzle, just as it started vibrating painfully against her throat, something she had never experienced before.

    The dildos in her cunt and her ass ramped up their assault, she could feel the vibration in her bones, and the milking cup sucked harder than before, stretching her nipples painfully. But it didn’t seem to matter. It just added to her arousal, as she watched every clip flashing in front of her with captive attention.

    And then, without warning, she felt her body tense in agony, every muscle pulling against itself until she felt her body would rip apart, and she came. Her holes clamped painfully against the dildos, trying to squeeze as much from them as she could, her throat closed against the rigid nozzle, making her choke.

    Isolated from the outside world, she lost all sense of time, and for her, the orgasm seemed to last forever. It was too much, she thought in a distant part of her mind as she felt herself drowning in pleasure.

    But slowly, it started to fade away, leaving her feeling dazed. She could feel another orgasm, just out of reach, though, as her body continued to burn for release.

    As every other thought faded away into the distance, all she could think of was the dildos filling her body, the nozzle fucking her throat, and the videos flashing before her eyes.

    And then, just as she felt her body tensing in anticipation of the next orgasm, everything suddenly stopped.

    She was plunged into darkness, the only sound coming from her labored breathing.

    With a mixture of confusion and desperation, she waited for everything to come back, but it didn’t. Instead, she felt the hood being pulled off, and suddenly she was blinded by the light around her.

    Once she managed to reopen her eyes, she saw Sara, grinning lovingly as she looked into her eyes.

    “Relax, it's over, let me unhook you.” She heard her saying.

    A moment later, she took off the mask, and then they pulled off the nozzle. It came out covered in a frothy mixture of saliva, and as she watched it, she wondered how it had managed to fit into her mouth.

    Sara left the ring gag on, though, and with it keeping her mouth open it was hard to swallow. Instead, she pushed the rest of the slimy mixture out of her mouth with her tongue, finally allowing herself to take a deep breath.

    Behind her, Sara moved quickly, and a moment later, she felt her pulling the dildos out. Her asshole gaped open for a moment and she felt her juices dripping from her cunt and onto the floor below.

    She was still incredibly aroused, though, and every time Sara touched her, she felt her skin burning painfully.

    Once unhooks, miss Emma sat on the floor in front of her. She looked at her with a mixture of concern and lust as she caressed her hair.

    She expected Sara to release her next, but instead she stated putting the devices away.

    “How did it feel?” Miss Emma asked her.

    Even if she could have spoken, she had no words to explain it. Instead, she just closed her eyes, enjoying the tender caress on her head as she felt her body winding down, ever so slowly.

    “Did she cum?” she heard miss Emma asking.

    “Yes, once, and she was about to do it again. The machine is very, very powerful. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Maybe it was not such a good idea after all…” Sara said, her voice suddenly serious.

    A moment later, Miss Emma removed the ring gag, and though it hurt at first, she finally managed to close her mouth. After licking her lips, she stretched her jaw a few times, and then she opened her eyes to look at her.

    “How… how do… they don’t go… crazy…” she finally managed to ask.

    “Well, it's… not impossible for it to happen, but most don’t. At your age, the mind is still very plastic and can more easily adapt to everything they experience. And those that adapt have a very… pleasure experience, let's say….” Sara told her.

    Then she remembered what Sara had said; she didn’t get the chemical stimulation, and neither was she pregnant. It could have been even more powerful.

    “What does it feel… to be… pregnant?” she managed to ask, though her throat was still sore.

    “I… don’t know, I have never been pregnant, but… I have been told it depends. To some, it’s just uncomfortable. To others it brings heightened arousal. It’s not uncommon for a pregnant… woman to experience multiple orgasms during sex, so to some it feels good…” Sara said as she finished putting the devices away.

    Feeling overwhelmed by everything she had experienced, she relaxed her body, allowing the machine to hold her up.

    Distantly, she noticed that miss Emma has gotten up. She could hear her murmuring something to Sara, but she had trouble concentrating and couldn't hear what they said.

    It didn’t matter, though.

    She was still incredibly aroused, and her body tingled constantly. For a moment, she imagined herself hooked to the machine permanently, like a hucow, and she wondered if her mind would really be able to adapt before she went crazy.

    When they returned, they slowly released her from the shackles, holding her body up as she was too weak to do it herself. Moving her carefully, they laid her on the floor next to the machine so she could recover.

    Sometime later, she managed to sit, and she just waited in silence as she felt her arousal slowly fading away.

    At some point, Sara came by her and offered her a bottle of water, which she took. She started sipping slowly from it, the water bringing relief to her tortured throat. And as she did, her mind started trying to make some sense of her feelings, but she just couldn’t.

    It took her a while to recover, but when she did, there was a question burning in her mind.

    “When… someone volunteers, what happens then?” she asked.

    Before answering, Sara crouched in front of her and she looked into her eyes for a moment.

    “The program is only for volunteers, but not everybody is selected. For safety, and to maintain the high quality of milk we want, there are a few tests all volunteers have to pass. If successful, they become hucows and part of the program.” Sara answered.

    Sofia nodded silently.

    “And if they don’t pass?” she asked next.

    “If… once they volunteer, they become company property, the tests come after, so if they fail them, they become meat girls and are processed immediately.” Sara said, trying not to sound too somber.

    Once more, Sofia just nodded silently as images of the tour she had in the morning flashed inside her mind. She had seen a few meat girls being processed, and the image had filled her with dread.

    “I bet you must be exhausted and have a lot to think about.” Miss Emma said, interrupting her thoughts. “Do you want me to take you home?”

    Sofia nodded slowly. She managed to get up but her teacher had to help her dress as she felt a little dizzy.

    Before leaving, Sara gave her a card with her number on it.

    “You can call me, no matter the time. If you have a question, or just want to talk… okay?”

    Sofia slipped the card into her pocket, and then she gave Sara a hug.

    “Thanks.” She said before she left with miss Emma.

    ----

    As her teacher drove her towards her house, Sofia sat in silence in the passenger seat, looking out her window with a worried look on her face.

    “It must… have been a very… powerful experience, the machine, I mean… sorry…” miss Emma said to her.

    Unable to give her an answer, Sofia just nodded slowly as her mind swirled with uncontrolled emotions.

    “Have... have you been on one before?” Sofia managed to ask her teacher a moment later.

    Miss Emma looked at her for a moment before she returned her attention to the road ahead of them.

    “No, I haven’t. Never had the chance… unless you are a hucow, it's… well, you heard Sara, she made an exception for you.” She said.

    A long moment of silence followed, and Sofia waited patiently, feeling that miss Emma wasn’t finished.

    “I… felt… envious, of you, as I watched, though…” she finally added.

    Sofia nodded silently as she looked at her shoes. She was still trying to understand what she had felt, but it was almost impossible for her to put into words.

    Then suddenly she looked up and they were arriving at her house.

    “Miss Emma, do you think it's… worth it?” She managed to ask her teacher.

    Miss Emma parked the car in front of her house, and then she looked at her.

    “I think so, yes… I… becoming a meat girl is not… well, you saw yourself today, I think it's much better than that.” Miss Emma said as she laid her hand on her thigh.

    “Not all of… us, become meat girls…” Sofia said, trying to sound hopeful.

    Her teacher patted her thigh a few times, and then she smiled sadly.

    “Most do, though, in the end.” She said.

    ----

    Sofia was lying on her back, her boyfriend resting heavily on her as he fucked her cunt. He was moving fast, ramming himself into her with urgency as he pressed her shoulders against the bed.

    It was her birthday, and she had been feeling down since her parents left for work after halfheartedly wishing her a happy birthday. He had arrived not long after, unannounced, and for a moment she thought he had a surprise for her, but instead he started kissing her roughly as he dragged her to her room, and there he told her to undress.

    Before she could even begin to get aroused, he forced himself into her using some spit, and then he started fucking her.

    She felt no pleasure, only discomfort, and soon her mind started to drift back to the machine as she watched him grunting loudly above her.

    “I’m gonna cum on your face!” he said as he pulled out of her without warning, leaving her gasping at the sudden emptiness between her legs.

    Before she could react, he climbed onto her chest, his legs pinning her arms to her side, and he started pumping his cock over her face. She looked at it with shock, and then he just came on her as he moaned loudly.

    She managed to close her eyes just as the first shot of cum landed across her nose, then another on her forehead, and a last one on her open mouth.

    Once he was done, he stood above her while he caught his breath.

    “You look so pretty like that…” he said as he grinned stupidly.

    Then he rolled over and he laid next to her as she felt her body crawling with disgust as his cum dripped along her face.

    Feeling betrayed, she gave up on the idea of cumming, and turned towards him.

    “Are you staying?” she asked meekly.” I thought maybe we could do… something together, maybe go out and watch a movie?”

    Her boyfriend looked at her, his face twisting in confusion.

    “Nah, I have to go, I am meeting Matt and the boys later today.” He said as he rolled off the bed.

    Then he just got dressed and he headed for the door.

    “Oh, almost forgot, happy birthday, baby.” He said offhandedly just as he left her room.

    A moment later, as she heard the main door slamming, she let out a cry in frustration.

    She tried to masturbate after he left, playing with her clit and using a dildo she kept hidden in her console, but it felt wrong somehow, and after a while she just gave up as she buried her face, still covered in his cum, into her pillow before she started screaming in frustration.

    ----

    The next few days were not easy for her. She had trouble sleeping, and she felt exhausted all the time. Whenever she managed to sleep, she dreamed of the machine, and she woke up covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

    She tried many times to masturbate, but every time did, she struggled to get aroused, and in the end, she gave up.

    One night, she finally had enough. She needed to talk to someone. It was well past midnight, though, and she didn’t know what to do. There was no way she was going to wake up miss Emma, she thought to herself, but then she remembered the card.

    With trembling hands, she grabbed her and she read Sara’s number. Maybe she was up, she told herself.

    ‘hi, its Sofia.’ she wrote with trembling hands.

    Sara wrote back almost instantly, making her jump.

    ‘Hi, how are you feeling?’ she wrote her, but Sofia was suddenly overwhelmed with fear and just stared at the screen.

    ‘did you have any questions?’ Sara typed a moment later.

    An absurd idea flashed across her mind, but she pushed it away just as quickly as it arrived. She couldn’t ask her to try the machine again; that was stupid, she thought.

    ‘just wanted to say hi.’ She lied instead.

    ‘that is fine, im here if you need me.’ Sara answered

    As she read the message, she closed her eyes and thought of Sara. She was very pretty, and for a moment she swore she could smell the perfume of her hair in the air. But the feeling was gone in an instant, and instead she dropped her phone onto the bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to fall asleep.

    ----

    It was a few days later, after their brief chat, that Sofia couldn’t take it anymore. She was lying on her bed, sweating as she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

    Her mind was a jumbled mess of arousal and fear, and sometimes she just felt like screaming into the air.

    Instead, that night she picked up her phone once again, and she messaged Sara.

    ‘hi.’ She said, feeling stupid.

    Once more, Sara’s answer came back almost instantly.

    ‘hi, do you want to talk?’ she asked her.

    And this time Sofia said yes.

    ‘do you want me to pick you up? I can send a car in a few minutes.’ Sara answered.

    Sofia stared at the screen in surprise, as she hadn’t expected that answer, but the idea of seeing Sara filled her with joy, and soon she agreed.

    ‘great, it will be there in 5 minutes, wait for it outside, so we don't wake up your parents, it’s a bit late ;)’ her next message read.

    Sofia giggled to herself, and after telling her she would see her in a few minutes, she got up and quickly dressed herself.

    A few minutes later, she slipped outside with her shoes on her hands, as she slowly locked the door behind her, hoping her parents were still sleeping.

    Then a black car with tinted windows rolled to a stop in front of her house. For a brief moment she wondered what se was doing, but she quickly pushed her fear away and she went inside it as her heart raced furiously inside her chest.

    The driver didn’t even look at her; instead, he just drove away as she sat on the back, watching the empty streets passing by. She felt anxious and more than a little worried, though. And then she realized she didn’t know where she was going to meet Sara, or even what she was going to say to her.

    It was then that she realized she hadn’t left her parents a note, but she dismissed the idea, telling herself she could message them in the morning.

    Not long after, the car stopped, and she realized they were at the plant.

    Sara was waiting for her outside, looking resplendent in a tight black dress that left her shoulders bare, and high heels. Her hair was tied high above her head, and she was wearing more makeup than before.

    She couldn’t believe how beautiful she was.

    Sofia stood speechless as she watched the other woman approaching her.

    “Hi honey, sorry for the looks, I was at a party.” Sara told her as she hugged her, pulling their bodies togheter.

    Sofia took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the smell of almonds as she felt her face flushing a deep shade of red.

    “I didn’t… I didn’t know, I am sorry I interrupted you…” she stammered as she realized Sara had left the party to talk to her, and she didn’t even know what to say to her.

    “Ah, that’s okay, I was getting bored anyway.” Sara said as she held her by the shoulders while looking into her eyes.

    “You look tired honey. I bet you haven’t been sleeping much, have you?” She said. “Let's go into my office; it’s a bit chilly outside. We will be much more comfortable there.”

    Sofia nodded, and then the two of them went inside.

    As she followed the older woman through the building, she felt joy for the first time in a while. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from her, and as Sara led her into her office, she took a seat in one of the couches by the wall.

    Her office had a perfect view of the city, and as she sat there, she watched the light stretching out into the distance, it looked very pretty.

    She felt out of place, though, but Sara didn’t seem to notice.

    “Do you want something to drink? I have water, coffee, and tea here, or I can get you something from the vending machine outside.” Sara offered her.

    “Tea would be nice.” Sofia told her as she felt her hands sweating nervously.

    A moment later, Sara returned with a cup of tea for her and a coffee for herself. She placed them on the coffee table, and then she sat next to her.

    “So, tell me, what did you want to talk about?” Sara said as she looked into her eyes.

    The more she looked at her, the more lost she felt though. Her eyes seemed to draw her thought away, leaving her speechless, and once she realized she had nothing to say to her, that she just wanted to see her, she knew she would be disappointed in her.

    Unable to speak, she sat in silence as the aroma of Sara’s coffee filled the air.

    “I understand.” Sara said a moment later, her voice soft and kind.

    Surprised, Sofia looked at her, and she swallowed nervously.

    “You do?” she asked her.

    “Yeah, it must be hard for you.” Sara told her, not exactly telling her what she meant.

    It didn’t matter; Sofia felt herself relaxing just a little, and then something popped into her mind.

    “Have… have you been… on the machine… hooked, I mean.” She asked as her face burned with fear.

    “I… no.” Sara answered, her voice filled with remorse. “I wanted to, at the beginning of the program. I was curious, and the idea was, well, scary, but also… I wanted to know what it felt like. But they told me I shouldn’t, I was not young enough they said… and, well, I told you it can be too much if your mind can’t adapt to… well, to it… and you are one of the few girls who can understand that.”

    Silence fell between them, but it didn’t feel as uncomfortable.

    “I… don’t know why I came here…” Sofia suddenly blurted out before she could realize what she was doing.

    And as she did, Sara took her hand, and she chuckled softly.

    “Oh, I know you know, you are just afraid, that’s fine though.” Sara said as she smiled towards her.

    Confused, Sara shook her head, not really knowing what she meant, but Sara leaned closer to her before she could ask her.

    “You want to volunteer, but you are afraid.” Sara told her.

    Scared, Sofia shook her head at first, but then she stopped and she swallowed nervously. She tried to say it wasn’t true, that she didn’t, but something in her told her it was a lie.

    She couldn’t deny it this time, but unable to speak, she just nodded slowly.

    “Well, it was your birthday last week, wasn’t it. You can.” Sara added a moment later.

    And once more, Sofia found herself nodding silently.

    “It's okay to be scared, it happens to all of you, believe me, but… It’s a decision only you can make, honey.” Sara said before she sat back and waited for an answer.

    It took Sofia a few minutes to speak again.

    “What… what would I have to do… to volunteer?” she asked meekly.

    “Well, you would have to sign a contract and then we would perform a few tests, so that's it really on your part. Do you want to see it?” she asked her.

    Sofia nodded, and Sara retrieved a stack of papers from her desk before she gave it to her.

    “What are the tests… for?” she asked next as she eyed the contract, not really understanding a single word.

    “We test for fertility, obviously, which I wouldn’t worry too much at your age, and then for a few chemical compounds in your blood. They interact with the chemical stimulation we give hucows, and they are very important. It’s not safe to take them if you don’t have the correct levels in your system.” Sara explained to her.

    “Can't you do the test… before I sign?” Sofia asked, remembering what happened to the volunteers who didn’t pass.

    But Sara shook her head as she squeezed her hand firmly.

    “No, we don’t work like that.” She told her.

    Nodding slowly, she looked at the contract once more, but the block of text was incomprehensible to her.

    “I don’t know what any of this means…” she told Sara.

    The woman chuckled softly, and then she took it from her hand.

    “I know, contracts are complicated, but there is a reason for it, believe me. I can summarize it, if you want me to.” She said.

    Sofia nodded quickly.

    “When you sign this, you volunteer for the dairy program. That makes you company property, from the moment you sign. You give up all your rights, in perpetuity. It says you know about the program and how it works, about the tests. The rest is just legalese.” Sara told her.

    “Right.” Sofia said, her voice barely a whisper.

    “I know what it in your mind, but most girls pass the test with no problem. We choose them carefully, as we did with you, so as not to reject too many. We have plenty of meat girls, what we want are hucows.” She said reassuringly.

    Sofia nodded, but it wasn’t the only thing on her mind.

    Suddenly, she remembered her parents, and she gasped in fear.

    “I never told my… parents… I left home without telling them anything…” she told Sara, but the woman dismissed her fear.

    “I will contact them tomorrow. Emma, too, if you want.” She said calmly.

    “Thanks… yes…” Sofia said as she started trembling.

    “Do you want a pen?” Sara asked her a moment later as she handed her the contract back.

    She was smiling warmly, and Sofia couldn’t stop herself from nodding slowly.

    Sofia placed the contract on the table, and then she took the pen. With trembling hands she scribbled her signature on all the pages, holding her breath until she was finished, and then she sat back on the couch and looked at Sara.

    As she did, she smiled nervously, not really sure of what she just did.

    “You took the right choice, honey. I am very proud of you.” She said, giving her a smile so wide she felt her body tingling with sudden joy.

    “Don’t worry, I will be with you along the way, until you are fully hooked. You will do just fine, just… relax.”

    “Right…” Sara said, as her stomach twisted painfully inside of her.

    A moment later, Sara got up and her took her hand.

    “Come, let's get you started.” She told her as she pulled her off the couch.

    Sofia was suddenly afraid; she thought she would have a few minutes to calm herself, but instead Sara led her into another office, where a man in a lab coat was waiting for them.

    “Hello doctor.” Sara said to the man. “This is Sofia, she just volunteered for the dairy program. I need you to onboard her.”

    “Of course, miss Keane.” The man said as she looked at her.

    His eyes were cold, almost bored, and as they traveled over her body, Sofia started trembling even harder than before.

    “Take off your clothes.” He ordered her, his voice loud and commanding.

    But Sofia was frozen in place, the idea of being naked in front of him filled her with dread. She looked at Sara, hoping to find some support, but she found none this time.

    “You are company property no, remember. You don’t have the right to refuse anymore, honey.” She told her firmly.

    Sensing an overwhelming sense of defeat, she nodded slowly, and then she started undressing as she turned her back towards him.

    Once she was naked, he told her to stay still while he measured every part of her body, writing every number into a clipboard.

    He worked quickly and silently, as if she were just some thing he needed to study. His hands felt cold and hard, and she found it hard to stay still. After weighing her, he took some pictures, and then he told her to get on a gynecologist's table that was tucked away in a corner.

    She got on it slowly as it was really cold, but the man seemed to be in a hurry. He just grabbed her legs, placing them on the stirrups before he wrapped them with velcro straps and then her moved in between her legs.

    She gasped as she felt his cold hands grabbing her thighs, but it was nothing compared to what she felt as he slipped a speculum into her. It was freezing cold, and she had to grit her teeth to stop herself from jumping off the table.

    Unconcerned, he started working on her, pocking at her as she tried to stay still. Then she felt something long and skinny pocking into her cervix before it slipped inside of her uterus. It hurt, but all she could do was close her eyes and wait for it to be over.

    Once he was done, he drew some blood from the arm, and he told her to get down.

    “I will be back in a minute, please wait here.” She told Sara.

    Once they were alone, Sofia grabbed her clothes, wanting to dress herself again, but suddenly she realized that whatever happened to her, she would never wear clothes again.

    She didn’t know what to do with them, so she folded them neatly and left them on the table.

    Sara patted the empty chair next to her, and she sat, trying not to panic as they waited in silence.

    “Relax, everything will be fine.” Sara told her.

    But her words did little to help her. In a moment, she would know what her fate would be, hucow or meat girl, and the idea was terrifying.

    After what felt like an eternity to her, the doctor came back and handed Sara the clipboard.

    “The test results are perfect. She is in the last stage of her follicular phase, maybe three more days to ovulation, so she can be fertilized today, there is no need to wait.” He told Sara.

    The woman smiled, grabbing Sofia’s hand and giving it a hard squeeze.

    “Told you so.” She said to her. “Let's go.”

    A moment later, she got up and Sofia followed her along the offices, feeling strange as she walked naked. In between the cubicles.

    Once they arrived at the plant, they went into the same office she had seen before, where the machine awaited her. A couple of men, wearing the company uniform, were waiting for them, and as she saw them, she tried to cover herself.

    “Hands behind your back, Sofia.” Sara ordered her, and she obeyed her instantly. “You are a hucow now, that body doesn’t belong to you anymore.”

    Her words hit hard, and Sofia was soon trembling even harder than before. She had made her decision, and now she would have to live with it.

    “Relax, the hardest part is over; now we just have to hook you up to the machine.” Sara said as she patted her back.

    As she did, Sofia watched the machine with a mixture of fear and arousal. It had been on her mind since she left it. She could feel her body burning for it, and for a moment she just stood there, swaying gently, h mouth open in awe.

    “Go, you know how to get in; these gentlemen will hook you up.” Sara told her.

    She had expected Sara to do it, but it was obvious it wasn’t her job.

    Despite the fear bubbling inside her mind, she started walking towards the machine, every step becoming heavier than the one before.

    Once in front of it, one of the men grabbed her neck and pushed her down. She instinctively knelt before they guided her under the machine.

    When Sara hooked her to the machine she had been slow and carful, explaining every step along the way. But the men worked quickly and silently. With practiced ease, they closed all the restraints along her limbs until she became immobilized. The restraints felt tighter too, thought maybe that was the fear, she thought as she told herself that they were permanent now.

    Once trapped in the machine, they worked even more quickly.

    One of them held the ring gag in front of her and she knew what she had to do.

    She opened her mouth and she felt him pressing the ring gag onto her lower jaw before he pushed, forcing her mouth painfully open, and then he secured the ring gag. The nozzle followed a moment later, pushing into the back of her throat before they slipped the mask over her nose. Once secured, he tugged at it and nodded in satisfaction.

    She gagged for a moment, before she got used to the sensation once more, if only a little.

    They are going too fast, she thought as she felt herself starting to panic.

    Before it could get worse, tough, she felt a hand on her back, and Sara crouched next to her.

    “You are doing great, just try to relax.” She told her as the nozzle started to become uncomfortable against her throat. “They are going to give you a starting dose of the drugs; it will feel weird at first, but try not to worry, it won’t hurt.”

    She felt a small prick in her ass and then a warm feeling spreading along her body.

    “There, it’s all in. Thats the chemical stimulant and the first dose of hormones, the rest will go into your feed. Those will act quickly; you will start to feel them in a few minutes. There was also something to help you kick-start milk production in a few weeks.” Sara explained

    “We will have to discard it, it’s not good enough quality for us, but it will help you get used to the milking machine, and once you are 6 or 7 months pregnant, your body will take over.”

    “And then, there is a booster to make you more receptive to the fertilization. It’s not really necessary since you are in the best moment of your cycle, but it makes it impossible not to take.” Sara added as she caressed her head.

    And suddenly it was all she could think of, she was going to be pregnant. She hadn’t really thought much about it, but they were going to impregnate her then and there was nothing she could do about it.

    Behind her, one of the technicians crouched between her legs, and she felt something sharp and cold moving into her cunt. It soon pushed past her cervix, and she had to bite down on the nozzle because of the pain. She could feel it moving inside her before it was pulled out.

    “It’s done.” she heard him saying.

    “That was the fertilized embryo being implanted, it’s in your uterus now, you are pregnant. Congratulations, honey, you are going to have a beautiful baby girl for us...” Sara said, her voice filled with joy.

    Unable to move, she took a deep breath through her nose, realizing what just happened. She was going to be a mother, she thought as a strange feeling flowed along her body.

    There was no time to dwell on it, though, as a moment later the dildos went into her cunt and her asshole. She felt them filling her body, a sensation she soon realized she was desperately craving.

    The urine collection device was last, and after it was all secured, she felt the drugs starting to take effect.

    “This will hurt a little. Try not to fight.” Sara told her a moment later as something cold was pressed against her ass.

    All of a sudden, she felt heat and she started moaning from the pain as the air filled with the smell of cooked meat. Confused, she bit on the nozzle once again as a few tears streamed down her face, and then it was over.

    “That was your identification code. Remember, you are no longer a girl, no longer Sofia, you understand?” Sara told her, her voice soft and caring. “You are hucow 0042 from now on.”

    No longer Sofia, she thought to herself as she started trembling against the restraints. No longer me, just a hucow.

    It felt both terrifying and incredibly liberating, as she repeated it in her mind a few times.

    But they were not done yet. A moment later, Sara took a step back.

    “You are almost done, honey. You did great.” She said as she beamed with joy

    A technician then hooked up the milking cups onto her breasts, but she barely paid it any attention. She felt the same joy spreading all over her body. It washed away her fears, and suddenly she felt a deep sense of peace, maybe for the first time in her life.

    Then everything went dark as they slipped the hood over her head. The room became silent except for the muffled voices of the technician as they finished hooking her up and her breathing, slow and steady as she waited patiently for the machine to come to life.

    It's done, I am a hucow, a number, pregnant, and this will be my life from now on, forever, she told to herself.

    Then she felt Sara’s voice next to her.

    “It’s done. Remember to relax, let the machine take care of you.” She said, and then her voice was gone.

    She tried to answer, but the nozzle only allowed her to mumble incoherently.

    Then she felt she was being moved, maybe they were taking her to her stall, she thought with a sense of trepidation as she waited.

    Once she stopped moving, it was only a few seconds before it started.

    The screen flashed before her eyes, and the endless stream of sex and abuse started blaring into her mind. The dildos started vibrating inside of her, almost uncontrollably. The milking cups started pulling from her nipples until they started to hurt, and then the nozzle started moving, pressing hard against the back of her throat. She did her best to relax her throat, just as Sara had said, and soon all the discomfort disappeared, leaving only pleasure.

    In less than a minute, her body exploded into a mind shattering orgasm, the first of countless.

    ----

    As another orgasm slowly faded away, she took a deep breath through the mask and she relaxed her body as best she could. The dildos slowed down, the nozzle inside her mouth retracted, and a moment later, the familiar mush that was her feed pushed into it. It was time to eat.

    The feed was perfectly tasteless, but she swallowed it nevertheless, as she was constantly hungry.

    Her body was aching with exhaustion, still trembling with arousal, as it always was, but she liked it that way.

    As she ate, her mind drifted away. She found it hard to concentrate on anything but her body, so she did that. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy with milk, that felt good, and inside of her, the baby was moving, pressing on her cunt from the inside, making her dizzy with pleasure for a moment.

    She wondered, not for the first time, what it would feel like to give birth to it, to have the baby push its way out of her body. She found the idea strangely arousing. She knew birth was painful, sometimes excruciating, but she didn’t care, she wanted to feel that, it was all she could think of sometimes.

    It wasn’t hers, of course; she was just a hucow, the baby belonged to the company, but maybe they would allow her to see it once before it was taken away. Would she become a hucow too when she got old enough? Could a company own a baby? she asked herself not for the first time.

    Then the milking cups came to life, and they started sucking the milk from her breasts. Back at the beginning, it had been painful, but that feeling was far gone, and now she found it deeply arousing.

    There was more to it, of course, it was her purpose, she was a hucow, she produced milk, that was it, really. As she surrendered into the sensation, she swallowed the rest of her feed.

    In a few more minutes, the milking would stop, and the machine would come back to life. That would be nice.

    Her mind drifted away once again as she waited, but instead the screen went black, and the dildos stopped moving.

    As darkness suddenly enveloped her, she tried to remember if it had ever happened before, but she couldn’t tell. Maybe it never had, she told herself as she suddenly felt a hand resting on her back.

    Maybe it was time to get cleaned, she thought, that would be nice, but the screen was always on when they washed her.

    A moment later, the dildos were removed, and she felt a strange sense of emptiness between her legs. Then they took her hood off, and she blinked at the sudden blinding light. Despite her efforts, she had to close her eyes as it was just too painful.

    Then someone took the nozzle out, but the ring gag remained in place. Despite the slimy saliva that always filled her mouth, she took the first breath of fresh air since she arrived, and then she stood still, trying to understand what was happening.

    They were releasing her, she realized as hands danced over her body, opening the shackles one after the other. She was too weak to remain in the position, though, but as her body collapsed, they lifted her into the air and then they laid her over something cold and hard.

    Another hand rested on her head then, thought this one was different, it felt warm, caring almost.

    “Hi Honey, it’s me.” She a female voice saying.

    It took her a moment to realize it was Sara, and as she did, she felt a sudden burst of joy flooding her body.

    Despite the pain, she managed to open her eyes, and she saw her standing next to her. She was just as beautiful as the night she had last seen her, if not more. Despite the ring gag, she smiled at her, and then she laid back, exhausted by the simple effort of keeping her eyes open.

    “Relax, it’s time for this to come out.” Sara told her as she caressed her belly.

    Time to give birth, she thought to herself, with a strange mixture of arousal and fear.

    “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything, we are going to take it out, it will only be a minute, just a little cut, and then it's done.” Sara told her.

    She felt a sudden pang of disappointment; she had been wondering what it would feel like to give birth since the moment they fertilized it. It wasn’t fair, she thought as tears formed in her eyes.

    “Don’t worry, you will be back in your stall in no time, and before you know it, you will be pregnant once again.” Sara said, her voice filled with joy.

    A moment later, she gathered enough strength to lift her head, and she opened her eyes once more, seeing her own body for the first time since they hooked her up.

    She didn’t recognize herself at first.

    Her belly looked grotesquely out of place on her small body, bulging more than a foot above her. Her belly button was popping out, and her skin was dark and covered in stretch marks. Her breasts, too, had grown a lot; they were the size of grapefruits, something that filled her with a strange sense of pride as she saw a few drops of milk dripping out of her swollen nipples.

    Then Sara took her hand, gave it a hard squeeze, and they took her away.

    She couldn’t wait to be back.
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    >>28043
    Brilliant! NGL was half-expecting her slaugher at the end
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    >>27986
    Absolutely fantastic! You are one of the best!!
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    >>28057
    Thanks man! Not on this one, I have plenty of stories were they get slaughtered, I wanted to explore something different.
    >>28061
    Thanks man, glad you liked it!
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    This is for the ones that read this story. I just finished rewriting it (nothing major, just some polishing) and I have a couple of ideas about another one based on this.

    One could be the development of the program, which I think has some potential but I am not sure what other think.

    The other is a continuation, maybe following one of the daughters of a hucow. They are property of the company, so I was thinking maybe they become the workers, and when they age enough become hucows themselves?

    If you think this are any good, or if you have an idea of your own, I would love to hear about it.
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    Hi, I wonder why the company don't just amputate the hucows arms and legs? The hucows will not move once they are in the frame anyway
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    Here's an idea, how about there's a competing company that offers better condition s for the hucow. Like free internet access or allowing family visits. Or maybe outside access for breeding, so boyfriends or husbands can come in to breed the hucows
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    >>30056
    Well, I am not into amputees, really, but the in universe reason would be that its much more profitable to sell them whole at the end of their service than to sell their arms and legs, first and then their torso.

    I am considering a body mod surgery in which their digestive tract gets removed so they can be roasted whole and alive, thoguh. That sounds fun.

    >>30057
    Not becoming a permanent hucow sounds interesting, but at the same time, in a universe where women are harvested for meat, I don’t know if it makes a lot of sense.
    So far I am thinking of her first daughter turning 16 and finding out she cant become a hucow (infertile or something) so she is going to be turned in meat, but Sara offers her an alternative in the form of being roasted alive in a company party (sans most of her internal organs so its not messy)
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    Is there a prequel to this story, the opening makes me think there is.
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    >>30085
    No, its just a short story in a pretty simple dolcett world, so I don’t go into too much info about the why of things, really.

    I am thinking about a prequel, though, but it might be a series of diary entries on when Sara was developing the program. Not really sure about it yet.

    The sequel is coming along nicely, though.
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