Chapter 3

Belle wakes up the next day with the warmth of the sun on her face. Her horny roommates have left her to her restful slumber. They are no doubt off right now someplace enjoying the sweet feeling of each other’s asses. If not that then they are luring in some unsuspecting cow into a no-holds barred three way for a repeat of what they had done with Belle just the day before.

It is almost noon. As Belle rises to her feet and admires her naked body in the full length mirror at the corner of their room. She licks her lips and gives herself throbbing cock a gently pump. She used to hate looking at herself in the mirror so much, all because she didn’t have the breasts to match the rest of her. Certainly, she could have gotten a boob job. But if she did that she would have never looked this good. Looking through her brother’s issues of The Milk Barn, she was always aroused by what she saw. Now she doesn’t have to look in a magazine, she just has to look at herself in the mirror. Hell, now she just has to approach any number of cows and they will strip and fuck. If only her parents would just understand. She wrinkles her nose. Her cock is still sticky from ass, and her body smells funky from cum.

Grabbing a towel and a little travel bag filled with lotions and shampoo—all products of Morning Milk Inc.— Belle steps out of her room and makes her way down the hall buck ass naked, enjoying the freedom of her new home. The only time she could strut around naked was when no one was at home, but even then she was ashamed of herself because of her near flat chest. Now she can strut around naked and feel proud of herself.

She passes a pretty little redhead with a slightly darker tone than her, who is just as naked as she. They share a polite wink and unspoken promise to get to know each other at a later time. Glancing back over her shoulder as the girl passes, Belle takes in the beauty of her bubble butt and the adorable dusting of lighter marks at her lower back just above it. Considering the girl is a redhead, it means that during the transformation process when her skin went darker, the freckles transferred over and became lighter. Belle considers following her. Her morning erection is so swollen with need that she wonders if the little cutie would mind bending over and take a brutal slamming.

Since she isn’t watching where she is going, instead of looking back and practically gawking, Belle smashes, full force into another curvy body that has unexpectedly stepped out in front of her. She loses her footing and comes down on her ass. Quickly shaking herself out of a daze, she looks up to apologize for it beign her fault. When she does though, she freezes. Her voice immediately catches in her throat as she takes in the goddess of all cows ever in existence.

“Well, hey there. You okay?” It is Buttercup, the Morning Milk icon and Belle’s hero. She is all black save for the speckle of white in all the right places. And while not naked, she should be. She is wearing a simply red bra the merely supports her breasts while letting them hang out for the whole world to gawk at. Then there is the matching panties held over her luscious hips by thin strings connected to red stocking. Clearly it is only an accent piece because it isn’t hiding back her flaccid fat cock— it’s just letting it all hang out! When Belle is able to tear her eyes off the piece of meat hanging there inches from her face to look up, she takes in the rest of Buttercup’s beauty—her big golden eyes, adorable little horns, cute floppy ear and a set of magnificent milking breasts. She is even more incredible in real life than Belle could have ever dreamed of. “You seem to have taken a spill there,” Buttercup says, holding out her hand. “Here, let me help you up.”

Helping Belle to her feet, Buttercup brings the girl right up and close to her body. Her naked cock touches Belle’s own hardness as she curls her arms around the younger girl’s lower back. Pulling tight, her cock and balls press against the new cow’s mess. Belle almost climaxes at the sudden intimate contact—cock to cock with her fantasy cow.

“I’m Buttercup. You’re new here I take it,” the older cow purrs, all while rubbing her cock to Belle’s as tenderly as if they have been lover for years. Their fleshy meat slips and slides with precum leaking ever so sweetly over one another’s assets. “We like to get close and personal here at the farm. There is nothing sweeter than rubbing dicks.”

Belle nods, simply giving the role model and murmuring agreement.

“Mmm, your dick is sticky too.” Buttercup takes a long, deep sniff. “You smell like you’ve been fucking too. I like to go dirty after I fuck sometimes. It looks like you were heading for the shower though. Want a little company?”

Belle is speechless. She can only stand here and enjoy the cock rubbing as she stares at the beautiful cow standing before her. When Buttercup finally lets go, reaching down to gather up Belle’s shower stuff, she finds herself powerless as the adorable cow turns and pulls her along in the direction of the communal showers down the hall.

“You’re so incredible,” Belle finally manages as she is tugged along behind Buttercup, her eyes locked on the wonderful ass and the little tail swooshing this way and that. She feels her hardness bulge to never before felt fatness.

Buttercup glances back over her shoulder with a grin. “So she can speak, huh?” she teases. “Glad to see that those pretty lips and tongue have a use beyond what I have planned for them, even if I plan to be shushing you up pretty soon anyway.”

With Belle blushing at the comment, Buttercup giggles in turn as she leads her newfound lover into a little shower stall and turns on the water. The stalls are there to act as separators and shelves for bathing supplies, and not nearly capable of hiding their occupants from sight. All around them, Belle can see other girls doubled up, and even some three to four crammed into a stall in various stages of fucking, ass stretching, throat bulging and breast bouncing sex. There are even a couple of other already established cows who have apparently ventured into the cabins to meet the new arrivals, much as Buttercup has.

“I think you’re incredible,” Belle repeats in a cute little whimper as Buttercup steps beneath the warm shower spray and brings a pink bar of soap between them, beginning to wash the beautiful breasts as they get to know each other. “I became a cow because of you. I was hoping to maybe know if you might like me to be your personal assistant.”

Buttercup listens intently as Belle continues as she brings her breasts up to the younger cow’s own. Using them, she spreads the soap and rubs it in deeper. Both their cocks by this point are rock hard solid pieces of flesh. They arch up toward their faces, the seeping tips hidden from view beneath their luscious soapy orbs that are grinding together in a sudsy, soapy heaven.

“I know that I can be a good one,” Belle keeps going. “I’ve watched the online tutorials the Morning Milk produces. I even took what classes were available in school.”

Buttercup smiles, hands sliding behind Belle’s shoulders and pulls her in so their chests can roll and squish together. Then she hooks one hoof around the back of Belle’s calf. “I don’t usually pick a first year girl.” She smiles and gives the side of Belle’s face a long, tender lick. “Most new girls like to fuck around and swap hot cum with all the others their first year—they like going from dick to dick between their milkings. Now what I need is a special girl, the types that’s crazy for me, one who is all mine.”