No-one was really too surprised when Elizabeth and Lee McKinnon didn’t exchange traditional wedding rings. To call the couple alternative would be an understatement and it was evident for all to see as they stood at the altar that they had constructed in the woods just outside of their property line. The guests in attendance looked on as the couple exchanged their vows, he with a tall top hat perched on top of his hairless head, his moustache curled like an old timey villain, his garb of a tailcoat a drainpipe trousers certainly added to his bad guy look.
She looked to be his perfect bride, the darkness of her ebony curls only matched by the shade of her traditional style wedding dress, some might have thought that they looked better dressed for a funeral than a wedding but Elizabeth and Lee didn’t really care much for what those type of people thought.
The ring bearer for the couple also happened to be their long-time body piercer and tattoo artist Tomasz and was the only person they trusted to do such a thing as what was about to happen. Lee went first as was customary, he was ready to slide the ring through the hole that had just been pierced into Elizabeth’s septum. She in turn was able to return the favour once her eyes had stopped watering, adorning her new husband with his wedding nipple ring.
The wedding reception would be held in a barn on the couple’s land, it had once been a farm and would soon be again now that each of them had given up their city lives in order to make a go of country living. Lee had studied agriculture and knew how things would go, Elizabeth would be his farmer’s wife, or so everyone thought.
The party continued well into the early hours of the morning with dancing and drinking and great food, the guests celebrating Elizabeth and Lee’s marriage and also bidding them a fond farewell as they were about to start their new lives together. It was around 4am when the last of the guests departed, the happy couple watched as the taxi’s tyres kicked up great clouds of dust from the dirt path and then eventually it’s rear lights disappeared into the distance. For the first time they were alone in the place they hoped they’d spend the rest of their lives.
Lee embraced his wife and kissed her passionately, “So, are you ready for this?” he asked her. She looked up at him and nodded eagerly so he took her by the hand and led her towards the back of the barn. There, they opened two large barn doors, if you had looked at them you would have thought that they were the rear exit for the barn, they were identical after all but these doors led to a special area, an area no-one else would ever get to see.
Inside this area was a straw yard, a fair bit smaller than the ones that would be built in the main barn but big enough. There was also all manner of farming equipment, all especially sourced and especially for tonight.
“Fetch me your collar.” ordered Lee and Elizabeth picked up her skirt so that it wouldn’t drag in the mud before retrieving her collar from a nearby table. The collar was a soft baby blue leather and about 3 inches wide, Elizabeth kneeled in front of Lee and presented him with her collar, holding her long raven tresses out of the way as he fastened it around her neck.
Dangling from the collar was a large golden bell that had the name “Bessie” engraved on it, it gently tinkled as its owner moved her head. She presented her hands to her husband and master and was swiftly fitted with a pair of patent leather mittens that were moulded to look like cow’s hooves. They were comfortable to wear and completely impossible to remove by herself, the tiny padlocks that Lee clicked shut were more for symbolism than anything else.
“Is everything okay?” Lee asked as he threaded a rope through Bessie’s collar, she nodded her head in agreement. “One day soon, when Tomasz has stretched your septum and fitted you with your real wedding ring, I’ll be able to lead you around by that but this will do for now.” he remarked as he tugged on the rope, causing his wife to walk on all fours behind him.
He led her into a stall and hitched the rope to a post, ready for what was to come next. He tugged at the Basque of her wedding dress so that her tits sprung free and swayed gently as they hung. She had received many compliments that evening about her outstanding cleavage with several saying they had never seen her breasts looking so big and ripe. Some even speculated that she was with child but that was not the case, not yet anyway.
The reason for her swollen appearance was that ever since the couple had decided to make a go of it in the country, Elizabeth hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her fantasy of being treated like a cow. She had told Lee all about it and he had been very supportive with plenty of questions, the couple enjoyed a very kinky sex life and soon incorporated cow play into their bedroom sessions. It hadn’t taken much persuasion for Elizabeth to start using a Tens unit on her breasts when Lee pointed out that she might start lactating and he could milk her for real rather than just pulling on her nipples while she stood bound to their St. Andrew’s cross.
He squeezed her nipple cautiously and was rewarded with a droplet of white liquid that ran down his fingers, “Good girl Bessie, I think someone is ready for her milking.” he said after licking his fingers. Playing along, all that Bessie offered in return was a simple “Moo.”
Lee quickly attached a couple of suction cups to his wife’s breasts and watched in glee as their months of preparation began to pay off with jets of milk being expelled into the collection tank, “Wow! You’re going to make us a mint selling this stuff by the bottle Bessie, not to mention in all the subscription fees you’re going to bring in.” As if remembering, Lee quickly checked his laptop that was setup in the corner and verified that all of the cameras that he had installed were in fact working and were streaming the events of the couple’s wedding night around the globe. He switched on a flat screen TV, located opposite Bessie’s stall that displayed each camera’s feed so that his wife could witness herself being milked properly for the first time.
“Does it make you horny to know that people all over the world can see what a cow I’ve married?” he asked as he pulled up Bessie’s skirts. She hadn’t worn panties for the wedding and her arousal was evident even if she hadn’t mooed her affirmation. He slid his fingers over her sex and smiled at the dampness but he wasn’t ready to consummate their marriage just yet.
He walked over to the side of the barn and picked up a long iron pole that had been warming next to one of the many heat lamps that were dotted around the barn. He walked back over to his prone wife and pressed the implement into her exposed backside and positioned himself so that he wasn’t blocking any cameras. When he removed the pole from her posterior, she could clearly see that Lee’s initials, “LM” had been neatly marked in black ink on her rear-end, they contrasted wildly with her pale white skin. “That’ll do for now Bessie, a mark to show who you belong to. It’ll look even better when I have Tomasz tattoo it on your arse for real. Maybe I’ll even have him brand it on.”
It was at that point that the new Mrs McKinnon had the first orgasm of her wedding night. “Oh, you like that idea, Bessie?” asked her husband. “I didn’t even have to touch you; you must be really enjoying this. But I wonder if you’ll enjoy what else I have planned as much?”
“I’m sure I will darling.” she said before she was swiftly slapped on the arse.
“Cows don’t talk Bessie, don’t make me use something a bit more painful next time.” remarked her husband.
Bessie dutifully mooed and wondered just what else Lee had in store for her, she didn’t have to wait long as he quickly moved over to pick up something that was attached to the tubing that came from the machine that was pumping her breast milk. It was a long tube that ended in an odd-looking contraption that had a couple of straps hanging from it. Bessie briefly wondered what it was until Lee was forthcoming with the information.
“This is a new gag that I have had made especially for you my sweet bovine.” he said as he motioned for her to open her mouth. As she did so he worked the implement into place, it was made of rubber and seemed to fit Bessie’s mouth like a gum shield only it hooked behind her back teeth making it quite secure. She figured that the straps were more for show than anything else. The gag depressed her tongue and made talking quite impossible but Lee tested this none the less, “How is that? Comfortable?” he asked her. All she could do was grunt in response; she was forced to nod her head to answer.
“You’re probably wondering what the tube is for, well, when I purchased the milking equipment, I noticed that the was an option to blow instead of suck.” Lee demonstrated the ability of the machine by flicking a switch and sure enough, Bessie’s own milk started to fill the tube that was connected to her new gag. Her eyes went wide as the milk entered her mouth and without the ability to spit out the gag she was forced to swallow.
“Now, I can’t let you have too much of that because I already have buyers lined up for my dairy cows produce. I just wanted to give you a little taste as I’m going to make sure that it is mixed into your feed every day from now on.”
Bessie scrunched her face in confusion, “what did Lee mean by feed?” she thought to herself.
Flicking another switch on the contraption saw the flow of milk return to the collection tank and instead was replaced by a thick, brown liquid being pumped towards her mouth. When it finally got there, she could taste that it was very chocolatey and sweet, just like the milk she was forced to swallow whatever this concoction was if she wanted to breathe properly.
“I hope you like the taste of that because it’s the only thing you’ll be ingesting for a while.” remarked Lee as he removed a tarp from a huge vat of the chocolate liquid, “This is your new feed, it consists of a balanced diet of heavy cream, melted ice cream, chocolate syrup and mass gainer powder.”
Bessie’s eyes went wide with shock at what she had just heard, “was Lee really going to fatten her up?” she thought to herself.
“You seem surprised.” remarked Lee, “you wanted to be a cow and whoever heard of a skinny cow?”
She moaned into her gag at the notion that her husband was about to ruin the slim figure that she had worked so hard to keep.
“This vat should put a good hundred pounds or so onto your frame and without much exercise I imagine you’ll be quite flabby by the time it’s time to review your position as alpha cow. I’ll just finish securing your gag and then I can leave you to your... Oh no, this won’t do at all.” said Lee just as he was about to buckle Bessie’s gag into place.
“If I’m going to keep you in the barn like a common farm animal for an extended period of time I can’t be dealing with washing and straightening your hair every day now, can I?”
Bessie began to squirm, she realised that there was plenty about this arrangement that she hadn’t thought through, so eager she was that she got live out her fantasy, she failed to think of all the possibilities of what it could entail and now Lee stood grinning at her with a pair of electric clippers in his hand.
As he switched them on, they buzzed into life and Lee held them close to her ear while he shouted over their din, “I think a shorter style would be much easier to manage while you’re part of the herd.” he said before plunging the clippers into Bessie’s hairline. The vibrations as he made pass after pass of her head brought her to tears, she never imagined that he would take things so far and she absolutely loved him for it. She watched as her long black hair fell strand by strand from her head into the straw that lay beneath her hooved hands. When he was done, he ran his hand over her freshly shaven dome and remarked how it “felt like velvet” before ceremoniously buckling her feeding gag into place.
“That’s much better, easy to manage and I can just shave it again when your ginger roots start to grow out.” Bessie blushed at being stripped of one of her most defining features and enjoying it so much. Lee wasn’t gentle about finding out how much she was enjoying herself as he probed between her legs, “Right then, I think I’ll fuck my soon to be fat cow of a wife on our wedding night before I retire for the evening. The rest of the cows are being delivered this weekend and I have some things to sort out before then so I’ll need a good rest.” he said in a very matter of fact tone as if he was just going about his chores on the farm.
“Better rubber up.” he said as rolled the condom over his erect penis, “It’s not calving season yet.” He slid easily into his bald wife as the fattening concoction continued to fill her mouth, he filled her pussy as she enjoyed multiple orgasms from having her fantasy realised.
When he was done, he flung the condom in the trash and pulled up his trousers, set the timers on the milking and feeding machines and turned out the main lights in the barn, “Goodnight, Bessie.” he said as he bolted the door behind him, “I hope you’ve enjoyed this as much as I will.”
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