A Moo Story
This is a short story I did based off a hypnosis file available at www.denofdreams.com. For those of you who want to experience what it feels like to be a big breasted, milky cowgirl, check it out. For them and for those of you just interested in reading what it's like to have an office full of big breasted, milky cowgirls, enjoy.
"Guh; who called this stupid staff meeting?" I winced against the grating voice of my co-worker as everyone filed into the meeting room. They had all received an e-mail from upper management that someone was going to be stopping by for a visit, and attendance was mandatory for the entire staff. They all looked about as thrilled as one could expect them to be with a visit from a higher up, which is to say sick to their stomachs.
I shrugged off the question, trying to focus on the dull, elevator music that came through the speakers set up throughout the building. Anything would be better than listening to the unintelligent babbling and gossip talk that occupied most of their working time, time that should have been spent doing things like, oh, I dunno, work? Oh well; their brains probably can't handle a lot of higher thinking. They certainly won't in a couple of minutes.
About 5 minutes had passed since the meeting was supposed to start, and no one had shown up from upper management. I knew no one would, since I was the one who'd sent out that e-mail, and locked the doors to the building down in case anybody did decide to drop by. Seeing that their frustration was reaching a boiling point, I put my plan into action.
"Sorry guys, but no one from upper management is coming today." I casually stood up from my chair, reaching down and pulling out a set of oversized noise cancelling headphones. "And I would apologize to those of you who haven't been total pains in my asses for what's about to happen, but since that doesn't apply to anyone here, enjoy your new lives."
"...... .... ......."
At least that's what it sounded like to me through the headphones when I spoke the trigger. Everyone else heard it loud and clear, though. There was some initial shock and confusion, until some of the women noticed their chests starting to swell up and pull tight across their shirts. They fumbled to undo their bras, their attention directed away from their growing hair and widening hips. The transformation came quicker for the girls, which explains why the few males in the room failed to notice they were undergoing the same changes. It took one of the formerly bald men noticing his thick, wavy black hair hanging in front of his eyes to realize he wasn't really a he anymore.
I smiled as I moved throughout the room, clearing away chairs and helping the transforming cowgirls out of their now useless clothes. They didn't seem to mind much as I stripped them nude, running my hands over their growing fur and lovely figures. Oh yes; they were going to make very good milk maidens. Down on all fours, their nipples dragged against the carpet, leaving little milk stains wherever they touched. Too bad the poor girls couldn't milk themselves; something I'd added when I started playing the subliminal hypno-file under the office's boring music.
"Oh?" One of the girls seemed to be trying to fight the changes, pulling away from my hands when I started to remove her sodden shirt. "Looks like someone still got a little will power left. Just let it go, honey; you'll feel so much better."
"H-How?" She managed to gasp, her cute little hands gripping the floor tightly to try and keep from running over her bountiful breasts. She seemed to be the only one fighting; everyone else was busy exploring their new forms, hands caressing and squeezing their full breasts, trying unsuccessfully to draw out the milk that must have been begging to be released.
"How? I'm not terribly sure myself to be honest. There's a wonderful woman online who produces hypnosis files named Mistress Tasha. One of the files she made was a fantasy that turned the listener into a cowgirl. It's quite a fun little adventure, and it's nice to just feel your mind being emptied and your thoughts being pumped away as you're being milked. Wouldn't you agree?"
She shook her head furiously, but her hands pinching and squeezing her leaking nipples told me the truth. I glanced back at the other girls as they started to pair off. Unable to milk themselves, they settled for drinking from each other. Their already dim minds seem to grow even dimmer as they drank mindlessly, and the girls being drunk from squirmed and mooed in obvious pleasure.
One girl seemed to be getting a lot of attention, and it took me a second to realize why. Compared to the other girls, her overall figure wasn't as voluptuous, but she had a girl on each nipple and another trying to get any run off from her chest. When one of the girls finally collapsed into a contented, mooing heap, I could see why.
"Chocolate milk?" Wow; this was going even better than I'd hoped. I had just planned to have a large stock of cow girl milk to sell to some of the local markets; if they were producing different flavors, I could expand my market a lot. Maybe her junk food diet has something to do with it? And speaking of diets, the girl still fighting the change was leaking pink milk. A quick brush of my fingers over her nipple got a moo from her and a taste confirmed my suspicion; strawberry milk. "Guess that vegetarian diet is paying off for me now."
"But I digress. Recently you guys have all been annoying the every loving crap out of me with your own drama and needy natures, and some of my friends have been no better. I took Tasha's file and converted it into a subliminal to play while one of them was playing games on his PC. Lucky for me he always leaves his apartment unlocked. I really didn't expect much to happen; I would've been satisfied if he just started mooing or got down on all fours." I smiled and squatted down to the cow girl in front of me, gently stroking her hair. "That is quite satisfying, isn't it? Mooing feels so good, doesn't it?"
"N-N-noooooo..." Came the moaned reply, her ropey tail waving back and forth.
"Your mouth says no, but the rest of your body says yes." Maybe I should get her a bow or something, she'd look cute with that... "Oh, I said the trigger to him after a couple of weeks of him listening. He started to moo; that was nice. Then he got down on all fours; that was good. Then he started to actually change; that was... unplanned. I don't know what I did, but apparently my tinkering with the file unlocked something special. Thankfully he lives alone, and when he couldn't find Hathor, the goddess he believes changed him into a cowgirl, and I convinced him I was one of her servants, he followed my every command."
"H-Hathor's Goo..."
"No!" A quick slap on her rear got a gasp and a little spurt of milk from the girl in front of me. "Only good girls get to say those words! Though I do give you some credit; I am just as vulnerable to the trigger as you all are. Probably more so. But forget about all that." A quick tug of her nipple wiped away any last bit of resistance. "You girls are under my control now, and I don't want you girls getting spoiled by milking yourself, so you're going to have to learn how to milk each other. And don't drink too much; I need at least a few gallons from each of you to fill my orders..."
Ah; this is good. I sat back in the security room, watching the girls working each others breasts over. I'd spread some hay down over their cubicles, bought in some buckets to collect milk, and removed all the furniture to give them all plenty of room. This was a temporary situation; once their shifts were over, I'd change them back and send them home with some spare clothes. They wouldn't remember anything of what had happened, and it'd be weeks before anybody would check in on the building. Between the sales from the milk and the paychecks that my co-workers would be handing over to me the next few weeks, I could get some cheap farmland and start setting up a real operation. There was still some details to hammer out, but I'd worry about it later.
I smiled at the beautiful girls; they certainly seemed happy and content with their new positions. I'd be lying to say if I wasn't a little jealous; they were so happy and lovely, and I did enjoy using the file myself beforehand. Now they were all paired off, being milked, writhing in ecstasy, wandering in the front door... what, wait?
"Crap!" I barely caught the movement out of the corner of my eye, but someone had just walked in through the front door. I'm certain I locked all of them...whatever, no time for that now. I bolted into the lobby, past rows of milking equipment and confused cowgirls. Everything would be O.K as long as I kept whoever this visitor was out of the offices and sent them on their way.
Even now it's hard to remember exactly what this beautiful stranger looked like. All I can remember was a beautiful, almost song-like voice and a dark energy that was strange and yet at the same time familiar. It wasn't a dangerous or evil kind of dark; it just seemed to block out everything else and surround me, making it hard to focus on anything but her voice as she spoke.
"Excuse me, sir..." She spoke sweetly, her voice seeming to go past my ears and right into my brain. "I was wondering if you could help me."
"U-Um, yes, certainly..." I shook my head, trying to keep my thoughts together. It felt like all my thoughts were drifting away, and I had to keep pulling them back down to form simple sentences.
"Thank you. I was out shopping, but I can't seem to find anybody who has any milk. Do you know where I could get some?"
"M-Milk?..." Damn; why is it so hard to focus?! "M-Maybe you could try a deli? T-This is an office building..."
"Oh; no deli carries the kind of milk I'm looking for." She suddenly was right in front of me, her hand gently caressing the underside of my chin. "At least not yet, but our plan is still in motion, isn't it? My good little cow girl? Hathor's Good..."
I barely heard the last of the trigger as I fell to my knees, a sudden rush of memories coming back even as my thoughts started to slip away. Tasha knew what I was doing for weeks now, ever since I first pitched the idea to her to use her file as a joke. When I told her about the results, she had no trouble believing me and never questioned it for a second. She only encouraged me to grow her influence over others, much like my breasts were starting to grow and swell in my shirt.
"That's it, good cowgirl. Feel those breasts swell, fill with that warm, rich milk." Her hand gently stroked down my growing hair, making me moo softly. "Don't worry; you can milk yourself if you need to, and you'll still be in charge of the cowgirls here. In fact, I'm going to make some extra special changes to help you grow our little farm..."
Her hands helped me slip off my shirt, leaving my now feminine upper body bare as the rest of what made me male started to shrink away into nothingness. She continued to stroke my flowing hair, the slight chill of the office disappearing as my white and brown fur started to grow over my body.
"Your milk will be extra special. If someone drinks just a little, it makes them submissive and sleepy. If they keep drinking, they'll follow your every command without thought. And if they drink enough, and you're willing to have them, they'll become cowgirls themselves. The only person who they'll obey besides you is me, and you'll always obey me, won't you?"
"Mooo..." I nodded dimly, Tasha's words alone enough to change the nature of the milk in my big, full, oh goddess they feel so wonderful breasts. My soft, feminine hands started to pump and knead my heavy chest as my ears started to change, becoming longer and more cow-like to match the pair of horns on my head. I could barely even see through the constant haze of pleasure, and barely noticed my pants being removed to make way from my tail that suddenly burst out behind me. I could hear her chuckle through my clouded senses, barely able to focus on anything other than the pleasure of my nipples and chest.
"Good girl." Though there was physically nothing there, I could feel a collar around my neck, guiding me to follow Tasha back to the other girls. "Now, why don't we go show those girls the proper way to milk?"
"Moo!" I followed Tasha, my Hathor, on all fours obediently. A good cowgirl always obeys her Goddess, after all.