Becoming the Cow

Story Excerpt

Becoming the Cow

Ch.1 Excerpt

Jess stood amidst the bustling chicken coop, her slender hands gripping a worn, wooden ladle as she scattered feed across the ground. The chickens clucked and pecked at the morsels, their frenetic movements a stark contrast to Jess’s measured pace. Her eyes darted between the birds and the horizon, where the sun cast its first golden rays over the lush farmland. As much as her body carried out the familiar tasks with practiced efficiency, her mind wandered into the realm of unspoken desires.
“Jess!” The commanding voice of Geralt, her father, cut through the morning air like a whip. With broad shoulders and a rugged face lined by years of toil on the land, he stood at the entrance of the farmhouse, his stern gaze fixed on his daughter. “It’s time for you to tend to the cows. Their well-being is vital for our farm’s success.”
Jess paused her work, taking a deep breath before nodding in acquiescence. She couldn’t deny the truth in his words; the cows were the lifeblood of their livelihood. As she approached the cow barn, Jess’s thoughts veered towards her relationship with Geralt. It was a constant struggle between seeking his approval and asserting her independence. Though his love for her was evident, so was his possessiveness—a fact that left Jess yearning for something more.
Inside the cow barn, she felt the weight of Geralt’s gaze lift slightly. The soothing sound of contented cows chewing their cud filled the air, and Jess allowed herself a brief moment of respite. She watched the cows graze with a strange mix of fascination and envy—these creatures seemed so free from restraint, so uninhibited. Was it possible for her to experience that same liberation?
“Remember, Jess,” Geralt’s voice echoed in the barn, a hint of authority seeping into his tone. “The closer you are to the cows, the more you’ll understand them. Study their behavior and learn from it.”
Jess’s curiosity was piqued, and she found herself drawn in by his suggestion. The notion of freedom swirled within her, igniting a flame of rebellion that had lain dormant for far too long.
“Alright, Father,” Jess replied hesitantly, her voice laced with uncertainty. She knew Geralt’s requests bordered on the unusual, but something within her compelled her to consider them. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a world beyond the rigid confines of her life on the farm. A world where she could be free to explore her desires and shed the constraints of her father’s expectations.
As Jess began to spend more time observing the cows, she couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable connection to them. Though her actions felt foreign, she reveled in the sense of freedom they brought her. Embracing her newfound affinity for these creatures and the life they represented, Jess vowed to uncover the secrets hidden beneath the surface of her existence. And as she stood alone in the fields, her body tingling with anticipation and trepidation, she knew that she had taken the first step into the unknown—a journey that would change her life forever.
Jess reluctantly turned her gaze away from the horizon, a vision of untamed adventures beyond the farm consuming her thoughts. She sighed, feeling the weight of Geralt’s expectations bearing down upon her. With each step toward the cow barn, her heart raced with anticipation and a yearning she couldn’t quite understand.
“Alright, Father,” Jess murmured, taking a deep breath as she pushed open the doors to the barn.
Inside the dimly lit space, the cows grazed peacefully, their contented munching an intoxicating symphony that filled the air. The scent of hay and musk enveloped her, further fueling her desire for something more than this mundane existence. Jess observed them with a mix of fascination and envy, her body tingling with a confusing concoction of excitement and frustration.
“Such simple creatures,” she whispered to herself, her fingers grazing a nearby cow’s soft hide. “Free from the burdens and expectations that weigh me down.”
As she stood there, mesmerized by the gentle sway of the cows’ tails and the rhythm of their chewing, Jess felt an overwhelming urge overtake her. The farm’s rustic atmosphere, coupled with her unfulfilled desires, awakened an intense hunger within her – a primal need for self-exploration and pleasure.
“Maybe… just this once,” Jess thought, tentatively reaching beneath her skirt. Her fingers found the damp heat between her legs, and she gasped, surprised by her own daring. Emboldened by the cows’ oblivious presence, she began to touch herself, her breathing growing erratic as she imagined herself as one of them – a creature of pure, uninhibited instinct.
“Ugh, yes…” Jess moaned softly, her fingers delving deeper into her wet folds, the sensation of her own touch sending electric jolts through her body. Her eyes remained fixed on the cows, her mind racing with images of herself among them, grazing and submitting to her most primal urges without a hint of shame.
“Come on, Jess… give in…” she urged herself, nails digging into her own flesh as she rubbed her clit with increasing intensity. The cows’ rhythmic chewing seemed to amplify the raw pleasure coursing through her veins, propelling her closer and closer to the edge.

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