This is the longest story I have written in a single part. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to let me know your thoughts.

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The name of the new business downtown was The Hubarn.

It seemed like a rather stupid name, but for those in the know, it described exactly the tastes it catered to. For the majority of visitors, they saw a small, quaint museum of tractors and other farm equipment. For a special group of kinky individuals, they were allowed into the back rooms. Of course, back rooms makes it sound like it is a small area of The Hubarn. Quite the opposite, the massive size of the private facility ensures there is plenty of space for the VIP section.

The Hubarn was a business that sold willing females to be hucows. Willing was key to their business model, city officials could happily turn a blind eye to the unsavory practices so long as there was appropriate paperwork. There were always a sufficient number of women who would consider signing up. There were two options for the potential cows, the play option and the full option. ‘Play’ was simple, a woman could sign up, be graded as a potential cow, and go through a mock auction, and at the end, she would be free to go. The ‘full’ option involved everything the ‘play’ auction included, except at the end, the cow was sold to the highest bidder.

The play option cost $50; however, the full option was completely free. Hubarn made their profit on selling these women, so they wanted to incentivize women to choose that option. In fact, the consent form was rather explicit in outlining exactly how one could switch to the full option during the process.

For bidders, typically men, they came for the auction. Each potential bidder paid $500 for the pleasure of having a paddle in order to bid. Prior to the announcement of each cow, there would be an indication of whether the item was a real auction or a mock one. All women were auctioned in the same room, so as to make it somewhat more real for those that choose the play auction. In reality, it wasn’t real at all. Some men didn’t like having their time wasted, others were fine with a few playful bids, but everyone wanted those auctions to end quickly. After all, the bidders paid good money to bid and in many cases, ended up walking away without a cow. The fake auctions tended to end at a couple hundred dollars but the real auctions tended to result in five or six figure bids.

Andrea fantasized about being a hucow. It was a fetish she had obsessed about for years. She was aware that the museum, tour, and petting zoo were just a front. Although, she secretly hoped there was a petting zoo in the back as well. Andrea had come for the play option. Bill, her boyfriend, had come along as well. He hated the whole idea of the place and really didn’t want his girlfriend to have any part in it; however, she had been talking about it since before its opening and had been begging him to let her go. She didn’t need her boyfriend’s permission, but she still wanted it. Bill also knew she didn’t need him to permit her to go and decided it might be better if he did, plus he could be there in case she was subjected to anything that wasn’t in the contract.

They left their phones in the trunk of their car before entering. They knew the VIP area had a strict policy on phones/videos/pictures. They walked in through the main entrance and approached the ticket counter. For Andrea, the thrill started from the moment she walked through the doors. She gleefully spoke the private code phrase to the worker at the counter. He directed them to a hallway where another representative was waiting for them. Once inside the VIP area, the contracting began. It took nearly an hour for the rather attractive college aged blonde to walk them both through the process in brief and the contract in great detail. It was explained throughout that, if a woman were to wish to switch to the full option at any point, up to and including during the auction, that she may do so, without having to sign a new contract. Nearing the end of the discussion of the 23 page contract, for which the idea of switch was raised multiple times, Bill spoke.

“That’s NOT going to happen.” Bill stated with confidence. Their contracting agent, Cindi, looked in Bill’s general direction, refusing to make eye contact. Partners of a potential cow always tended to be trouble. Some agents tended to try to flirt with the man in order to distract him. Cindi preferred to pay as little attention to them as possible. Her goal was getting the woman to consent and also to ensure that she understood that she could change her mind. In fact, Cindi hoped that her sales pitch helped persuade Andrea towards the full option. Agents that had women switch during the process automatically doubled their commission.

“It might, Bill.” Andrea replied in a suggestive tone. “Besides, there can’t be too many guys that bid on the women. You could always just bid to make sure you get me back.” Andrea was half-joking making this suggestion but Bill wasn’t laughing, the last thing he wanted to do was spend real money “winning” back his girlfriend.

“She’s right, the auction tends to be a bit of a bust. Not too many people even know this section exists yet.” Cindi added. She grabbed a small red paddle from under the counter. “Here, with this paddle, you can bid on your girl. You are free to check out the facilities while you wait for the auction to start.” Cindi hoped that this reassurance would be sufficient to shut him up. She was reaching the end of the contract and just wanted Andrea to sign.

Cindi was able to complete the rest of her spiel before handing a pen to Andrea. Bill had planned to suggest that they talk about it before a final decision was made but Andrea had already scribbled her signature. With that, two well dressed men came to escort them. Bill was escorted into a special area where the partners of women are permitted to wait. Andrea was escorted into a small locker room.

“Disrobe”, her handler said. His voice was monotone, as if he had said this to hundreds of other women. They were initially alone in the locker room, but another woman and her handler entered as Andrea began to take off her shirt and jeans. “You may put your items in locker 21.” Andrea put her clothing into the locker dressed in only her lacy bra and thong.

“Everything”, her handler said in the same monotone way. The other two individuals in the room snickered at her modesty. Andrea had necessarily expected that she would be completely naked. After removing the rest of her garments, her handler attached a collar with a bell on it, it was a reminder that she was no longer a human but a hucow. He also attached a red flag to her body. It was long and thin, like those used in flag football and it was adhered with sticky tape. He explained, very clearly, that this flag signified that she was only here for the play option. At any point, she could pull the flag off and she would convert to the full option; however, that choice couldn’t be undone. Also, no one but herself could pull off the flag. He attached the flag so that the tape was just below her armpit. Andrea didn’t ask but she considered it a strange location.

She was moved to the next room. Andrea was ordered to get onto a metal table on all fours. A man dressed in a white lab coat approached with a clipboard. He proceeded to examine Andrea’s body thoroughly. He started with her face, her mouth, checking her teeth, her arms and hands, before moving to her breasts. He grabbed them, feeling the shape, how heavy they were. He took notes. Next he squeezed her flesh down to her nipple attempting to elicit milk from her teet.

“Hey!” Andrea yelled, surprised by the force of his grasp. Until that point, she had been okay with the examination. Her handler sprung into action as soon as she protested. He pulled the large metal pole from its case and pointed it directly at her ass. In an instant, the prod sent a shock to Andrea that punished her disobedience.

“This is your inspection. The doctor must not be interrupted.” The handler stated as he finished shocking her. His voice was no longer monotone. He enjoyed punishing a disobedient cow.

A doctor continued, paying particular attention to her tits, cunt, and ass. As the inspection was concluding, he asked her a few quick questions. Had she ever been pregnant? Was she a virgin? Was she on any medication? Andrea responded quickly and succinctly to each question. She did not want to be shocked again. Each answer was a no.

The doctor grabbed a syringe from the counter. After disinfecting a small circle of flesh on her ass, he inserted the needle into her ass and injected her.

“What was that?” Andrea asked, risking being shocked again.

“Cow 21, lot 34b.” The doctor spoke into a small recorder completely ignoring her question. “No major flaws or injuries noted. Breasts firm but without milk production. Cunt wet and tight. Cow reports no previous pregnancies and no medication. Cow is not a virgin. Injection given, combination of fertility hormones, prolactin for milk production, and a relaxant.”

Andrea’s mind was racing. Had drugs been mentioned in the consent form? She started to tense as soon as he had pricked her with the needle. She didn’t remember seeing anything about an injection of medication. Her handler approached her with two leather straps. Wrapping the strap under her ankle, he pulled it tight as he wrapped it around her thigh. He repeated the procedure with her other legs and both were now completely bent. She couldn’t walk on her own and would be remaining on her hands and knees, like a cow. Her stress should have been building as this became more and more real, but instead, she was feeling relaxed. The drugs were starting to take effect.

Her handler picked her up off the table. One hand was grabbing her tits and the other made sure to cup her wet pussy. She was carried to the next room. Once again, she was placed on a metal table. This time, 2 men and a woman surrounded her. They also had clipboards and took notes. They touched her as they pleased. They each made comments about her body out loud.

“Barely any fat on her.”

“Not the largest tits on this cow.”

“Very responsive to the slightly touch”

“Incredibly fit. She must work out”

It was a humiliating experience being judged in this fashion. Andrea remained silent while taking in the compliments along with the criticisms. She had wanted this and had hoped she would receive the highest grade. Her grade was written on a piece of paper and handed to her handler. The entire process was over in a few short minutes.

Carrying her again, Andrea was taken to a separate sterile room. Inside of which, a young woman was there to tattoo her. She explained that it wasn’t a permanent tattoo but that their technique was designed to cause as much pain as the real thing.

“Terrific”, thought Andrea sarcastically, choosing not to express her feelings out loud. She reminded herself that this was exactly what she had signed up for. The rough inspection, the degrading process of grading her body, having her number and grade tattooed on her ass. It may have been the drugs but it didn’t hurt as much as she expected. In another stall, another cow was being prepped for her tattoo. This cow didn’t have the flag but her tattoo artist was also using the same process.

“Nothing permanent until a cow is auctioned.” Andrea’s handler noted, seeing her confusion. “Besides, cows don’t get tattoos, they are branded.” That sounded far scarier to Andrea than the tattoo. Yet, for some reason, the thought made her incredibly wet. She had been rather resistant to some of her treatment, thinking that the play option would be a bit more tame. It hadn’t been tame and she was back to fantasizing about further pain and humiliation. She considered, for a brief moment, pulling on the flag, but she decided against it. It would involve leaving behind her friends, family, her career, her boyfriend. She couldn’t do it.

The artist finished up the tattoo. It read ‘COW #21. GRADE A’. Andrea was permitted to see the tattoo. She was proud and excited about her grade. She was a terrific hucow. Her handler picked her up, for what might be the last time and put her onto a cart. Her legs were strapped into place and her wrists were cuffed. Her collar was attached to a metal bar. The whole contraption ensured little mobility for the cow.

He blindfolded her and wheeled her into the holding area. The holding area was a series of stalls that held the cows until the auction. Also allowed in the holding area were today’s bidders. They had an opportunity to view and touch the cows. Andrea’s tits were fondled, squeezed, poked, grabbed over and over again. Countless men touched and fingered her pussy. Cheers went up in the crowd whenever a cow orgasmed and Andrea was no exception. She came three times while waiting for the auction to begin. She wondered if Bill was nearby. She would have expected him to try to stop the strangers from touching her.

At 5pm, the auction started. Bill and the other accompanying men had been allowed inside early. Minutes before the auction was scheduled to start, the room was fairly empty and Bill wondered if this was truly all the bidders for the night. However, with the holding area closing and the auction about to begin, the room filled. Bill, still disgusted by the whole thing, found a quiet corner in the back to wait until Andrea was auctioned.

The lot was announced and the first cow, #1, was wheeled onto the stage. The auctioneer spoke with a stereotypical cadence. The first cow was a real auction. The lights were up high and the bidding was fierce. Contrasted to the second cow who was only there for the play option. A red light filled the room to indicate she was not actually up for bid. A few men raised their paddles but she was off the stage rather quickly.

When it came time for Andrea, the red light once again fell over the room. She was wheeled onto the stage and her blindfold removed. Her body was exposed to hundreds of men. With the spotlight on her and the dim red light in the crowd, she couldn’t see very much.

“Cow 21. Formerly known as Andrea. Assigned grade A, one of only 3 grade A cows available today. Of course, this cow isn’t actually available.” the auctioneer noted. Bill perked up upon hearing his girlfriend’s name. He saw, for the first time, the state in which a girl was in on that stage. He shook his head and hoped that she thought the experience was worth it.

The bidding began. Andrea had expected, no… she wanted men to bid on her. She wanted her price to rise into the thousands. There was a bid of $200, another for $250, and a joke bid of twenty bucks. She couldn’t understand it. How could anyone bid properly with the lights so dark in the room? It hit her like a ton of bricks, the fake auction was, above all else, fake. She wanted it to be real. She wanted to be owned.

“Going once… going twice…’ the auctioneer paused briefly. At that moment, Andrea didn’t consider her life, her family, or her boyfriend. She only cared about one thing. She also finally understood why the flag had been taped where it was. It was at the perfect location for her to still be able to grab while cuffed. Andrea grabbed it and yanked it as best she could for being handcuffed.

“Wait a minute! This hucow has decided to be auctioned for real.” the auctioneer yelled into his microphone with enthusiasm. Bill watched as the lights came back on in the room and the mood changed. Suddenly, there was tremendous interest in his girlfriend.

“We start the bidding at ten thousand.” the auctioneer stated. The silence in the room was replaced by the whispers of hundreds of men. Andrea could see now that the room was filled with potential buyers. She might have regretted her actions if she wasn’t so turned on from seeing all of the men leering at her. Bill, on the other hand, was paralyzed in fear. He was seeing his girlfriend being taken from his life, right before his very eyes.

Bidding was underway. There were many black paddles being raised in a hurry. The auctioneer had his work cut out for him. Bill, seeing the paddles, remembered he had his own in his hands. He hadn’t intended on using it but now he was considering how much of a loan he would be able to take out in order to keep Andrea. He raised his paddle multiple times. He waved it around. At no point did the auctioneer accept his bid.

“Fucking husbands. Don’t even understand that their red paddle is worthless for bidding.” a man close by said loudly to another bidder. Bill overheard him. He saw that every other paddle being raised was black. He turned his head towards one of the other men who had entered the room at the same time he did, his paddle was red too. He lowered his paddle in defeat and watched as she was sold for 238 thousand dollars. He never could have afforded that anyway.

Andrea was on cloud nine being sold for such a high price. And her new life as a hucow was just beginning.