It is time for me to go milk for the evening. This was the start of my new life for the next few weeks anyway. I was in so much pain from being swollen I never forgot that lesson. Not being a early riser I overslept the first morning and was punished by not being milked till that evening. I was put on a 12 hour schedule 6 am and 6 pm. Once I was in there I would just wait till it was turned on and usually was right away. Took a little practice the first few times but after milking twice a day came natural. Gravity pulled my udders right in the milking cups. Once I stepped into it all I had to do was to grab the overhead bar and lean forward. I was told that any other cow on the farm knew when to head to the milker and I would be no different. The owner came in and showed me how I was to step into the big milker and get myself ready for let down. Later that evening my udders where getting so full that I was leaking with every movement I made. I wanted to scream and fight till I got to go home but the longer I was there the more I thought of the dream I’ve always had to be right where I was at that moment. Didn’t take long when I was put out in the outdoor pen during the day I got used to squatting when the urge hit me.īack to the first night, I was scared and upset that I was in the position I was. But was better than the alternative my fellow roommates were doing. Being a somewhat spoiled upper middle class, I was not used to such crude amenities. Something else that took a while to get used to. Something else that set me apart from the other animals I was now living with. Something I didn’t notice at first but in the far corner was a small metal bucket. Maybe even less as I was pretty sure there was no awards on the outside of my stall. Then I realized I was really no different than them at this point. All proudly displayed with beautiful animals behind the gates. There were ribbons on the outside of the stalls for best in show and similar awards. I realized I was in a place for the prized animals of the farm. I was curious and kept trying to look out through the cracks in the boards to see where I was at. It was filling and that is about all I can say about it. It was served in a metal dish similar to a large stainless dog dish. It did not smell too much but tasted like it should have really smelled. Was a special designed diet by the local vet to nourish a new hucow and promote milk production in such. This is also a very powerful machine, and she needed sexual stimulation and association to train her little HuCow brain into liking her milking sessions. Since her capture, she has only been milked with the goat milker. That took a little longer to get used to. Big uddered teen HuCow Ariel will now have a session on the most powerful machine: the red cow milker. Was brought in dinner by my new farm owner. The first night I was left alone, I was allowed some privacy. I was placed in a stall with high wood walls and a big door that only latched from the outside. It is surprising what a cow can get used to when there is no other option available. A comfort king it was not but after some time I got used to it. In another corner was a small stack of hay I found to be my new bed. Could not picture how I was going to be in it but knew it was meant for me. I was put in a large stall with massive milker in one corner that scared me just looking at it. Udders bouncing as I trotted along keeping up with the one that was pulling at my neck chain. After I was unloaded at my new home and paraded into the barn in front of all the farm workers I wanted to die right there.
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