Chapter 2

Note: I received a helpful hint from a reader about “confusion” with the first chapter. I tried to make the read more brief but it is based in an old told story, is hard to cover facts without writing much more. If interested in more ~ https://storiesonline.net/s/21507/1964-the-dairy-of

When I was being created, “adjusted” to perform my new duties in the milking parlor, I was never allowed clothes, simple as that. On my first day learning how to work in the milking parlor I was forced naked by the owner of the dairy without being given reasons, just beat up as I experienced incredible intrusions through my anus. It was insane. I passed out. When I came to I had an enormous penis, very active and not waning.

Now I was enjoying freedom of choice. I gave it a lot of thought. I preferred being livestock.

Time passed including transitioning. My skills allowed me to pass myself around looking to pleasure folks, friendly crowds, just as Lilly had taught me at the dairy by taking me to town to work the streets sharpening my new sales skills.

[One Approach: “Hold my pet please while I step inside for a moment?” which meant Lilly passed my gripped penis to the waiting recipient giving me a chance to sell sex as a free service while Lilly was inside; it was quite successful]

My reputation grew rapidly because I was the product of goddesses. With their supernatural abilities focused on me I began to lose my low self esteem replaced by doing mere humans at a love level fit for the deities. Again, I was totally safe to use, no laws to worry about, no diseases nor pregnancy. I was shy at first, by nature, but that was also part of my appeal. People found me trustworthy and real, situation easily consensual as they formed a line at the rear.

In advanced training I committed to convincing persons to do me on the spot in public. It’s what Lilly loved to watch. Although she was the sister not yet a complete deity, a kind of postulate, she was a gremlin by nature just like her goddess sisters. She lived-loved to tease. Having me in hand with the public and seeing me convince folks to literally drop everything, to fuck me any way, anywhere, regardless, really seemed to fuel her quest to qualify as a sister nymph, to advance the immaculate assumption, ready to graduate to Supernatural. And, for my human counterparts, it became a status symbol of sorts to have been seen doing me all around the town. There were a lot of dares passed and courage to overcome shyness. And I was a total equal opportunity lover as Lilly rubber stamped butt cheeks to prove client participation.

The mindset was, I felt, unusual, although simply proving to remain intact since I got to the dairy, the fact I was “Livestock”. Everybody knew it. They could use me with impunity because I wasn’t exactly human. Husbands saw nothing wrong with it because I, again, was a two legged livestock used like any on the farm to advance the agricultural methods of Husbandry. And their wives loved it, loved husbands for being so considerate. Bringing me home for dinner and a session servicing was considered a great expression of love by the husbands. Usually, any and all present enjoyed the show out by the barbecue as if they were observing any bull in action.

I was instructed by Lilly to always act dumb but wearing glasses usually brought humorous comments about how unusual that was plus I spoke if required. I think that made me even sexier, brought interest from wealthy breeders like the horse rancher down the highway from the dairy. Lilly demonstrated me for her out by the loading dock but luckily the dairy turned down her offer to purchase me.