The Disobedient Cow

*All characters in this story are human and over the age of 18 and consent to everything.*

**Riley is a non-binary character that uses they/them/theirs pronouns.**

The barn was stifling and still from the mid-summer sun. Baking in the heat, the smell of hay, old wood, and dirt lingered in Riley's nose. There was no smell of feces in the barn because the farmer took care of his livestock. That made sitting in the barn easier, but Riley was tired of waiting.

It was hot and they were getting sweaty, especially under their breasts and where their ass cheeks met their thighs. Riley had been gaining a lot of weight recently, the farmer's special diet had made their tits, ass, and thighs more than double in size since they arrived on the farm only three months ago. It's what the farmer liked, and Riley liked whatever the farmer liked.

Riley had been on their hands and knees for over an hour, waiting in the heat and stillness of the empty barn. But the weight of their swelling breasts and balls and cock was starting to put too much pressure on their wrists, so they laid down on their back and spread their legs wide, creating a pleasant sensation as the cow tail butt plug pressed deeper into their ass. A lot of the dairy cows, especially the ones with dicks, preferred the breeze and shade of the trees outside. But the farmer learned early on that Riley enjoyed to sweat. Riley liked to be milked on the edge of passing out with the heat of their farmer's hands touching them. This produced the best milk from Riley in both quantity and quality.

But this heat was starting to become unbearable. Lying on the warm floor provided no relief and even with the barn doors open, the room felt like an oven. Riley was instructed to wait for the farmer and to not touch themself. Not even to get themself hard. The farmer enjoyed feeling Riley grow.

They were about to give in to their most base desire when they heard familiar footsteps outside the barn. The hard heavy steps of their farmer. Riley's ears perked up along with their overheated dick.

The figure of the farmer was cast onto the barn floor from the beaming sun. As Riley lifted their head to look, the bell on their collar made a soft tinkling sound.

"Why aren't you on your hands and knees?" The farmer's voice was soft but stern. This made Riley jump and quickly scramble to their assigned position. But it was too late. The farmer cared for all of the cattle, but when they disobeyed, the farmer was sure to correct them.

Without words the farmer moved slowly and deliberately to the table of milking instruments behind Riley. They were trembling on all fours while their sweat made audible sounds as the beads slid down their body and hit the wooden floor. Their breasts and balls, heavy with milk, ached as Riley settled into their new position.

"Mooooooo," cried Riley, trying to please their farmer. Maybe if they only spoke in moos they wouldn't be spanked.

"You have a sweet little moo, but that's not going to get you out of trouble this time," said the farmer from behind Riley. They could hear the sound of wood and metal clattering softly as items were gathered from the milking table.

As the footsteps drew closer to Riley's rear they prepared to be spanked raw. They tried hard to relax their glutes in an attempt to make the spanking less painful, but they were too nervous. It was no use, the pain was inevitable.

But to the disobedient cow's surprise, the farmer did not have a paddle in hand. A stool was placed next to Riley and used as a seat. The farmer used a clean damp cloth to wipe the sweat from Riley's swollen nipples before attaching the milk pumps and turning the milking machine on. The sudden coolness of the cloth, followed by the powerful suction of the pumps as they coaxed the warm milk from Riley's nipples, made Riley let out an uncontrollable moan.

The farmer returned from switching the milking machine on, placed a ten gallon milk pan underneath Riley's heaving balls and began to stroke, squeeze, and massage their fourteen inch dick. The farmer was skilled and worked silently. Deftly, with every hand muscle flexing in perfect harmony, the farmer's strokes made Riley's member swell and grow to a staggering size. As the farmer tickled and pulled on their balls, they began to swell as well, almost reaching down to the floor.

"Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" yelled Riley, almost with more agony than pleasure. The farmer always knew how to please them, but this time was special. Every spot on Riley was being pressed in exactly the right way. They bucked their head back in pleasure, their brown curly hair bouncing on their head before being grabbed and tugged by the farmer's firm grasp. Riley loved this. They'd told the farmer so when they first arrived but it hadn't been pulled until now. Riley was getting close. They were gonna fill that bucket and then some. Riley moaned as they watched the creamy milk being pulled from their nipples and traveling up the tubes into the milk tank a few feet away.

Riley's mind was dissolving into pleasure, but a nagging little thought kept popping up--where was their punishment for not staying on all fours for the farmer's arrival? As if reading Riley's thoughts, the farmer's hands suddenly stopped stroking Riley's rock hard member. Riley heard the stool creak as the farmer stood up and began to walk away, then a click and soft whirr as the milk machine powered off and the suction of the pumps faded away.

"MoooooooooMOOOOOOMOOMOOMOOOOOOOOOOO-NOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Riley at the absolute top of their lungs. "Please, please, please, i'm sorry, my wrists were tired, please, i didn't-"

"Enough, little cow, you had clear instructions. You didn't follow them, you don't get milked. Stay like this until I get back... tonight." The farmer spoke smoothly and calmly with no malice. But there was a finality to the words. There was no bargaining with the farmer. "... Unless you'd rather wait until the end of the week." Without another word, the farmer left the barn.

Riley tried to flex their muscles to make themself cum, anything to relieve the massive amount of pressure in their balls. But it didn't work. They were stuck. Destined to be on their hands and knees until the moon reared its ugly head. "This is not fair," thought Riley. But then, maybe it was. They didn't listen to their farmer, and now they don't get milked. This was their fault. They need to be a good cow if they want to get milked.

Riley despaired at the thought of how swollen and aching they'd be by the time the farmer returned. The special farm diet meant that Riley produced enough milk to need milking four times a day. Missing this afternoon milking meant their breasts would be swollen to the size of watermelons and their balls would be touching the floor. Riley could already feel their body swelling. Why couldn't they have just obeyed the first time?

As the shadows lengthened and night fell, Riley could hear the other cows returning from the fields to their stalls for their last milking of the evening. They heard the sound of milk hitting the bottom of pails and contented moans and moos as the milkmaids worked through the stalls. Riley wondered helplessly if the farmer was going to come back soon or if they'd have to skip two milkings. The thought seemed unbearable. The farmer wouldn't be that cruel, right?

The air began to get chillier as the sweat dried on Riley's bare skin. Somehow, their nipples got even harder as the cool night air touched them.

As the other dairy cows started to doze off, milked and sated for the night, Riley stood frozen in fear and agony. They could give in and touch themself now, but they knew the farmer would follow through with the threat of no milking for a week. Riley would surely die after a whole week without milking--but then again, they didn't know how long they could continue to stand the increasing weight on their chest and hips. Their balls firmly planted themselves on the ground and their breasts swung like heavy pendulums, creating an even more unbearable sensation. Their anus muscles were becoming sore from the plug-tail. Usually, the farmer removed it after their mid-day milking. Riley was near collapse. Perhaps it wouldn't matter what happened because they would be unconscious. The thought started to appeal to them just as the sound of familiar steps made its way to Riley's ears.

From the threshold of the barn doors, Riley heard the buttery smooth voice that they had learned to love in only a few short months. "Has my favorite little cow learned their lesson?"

--END CHAPTER ONE--