The last livestock virus pandemic basically wiped out dairy farming overnight. So of course some enterprising minds found out that it totally works to use women for dairy livestock. At first, there was public outrage, but it quickly simmered down, and after some years, it was just a normal thing. After all, everyone wants creamer in their coffee, and milk on their cornflakes, and butter on their toast. And after all, isn't human dairy more natural than cow?

The whole hucow dairy industry quickly became standardized and professionalized, and well integrated into society. There were image videos produced and shown on prime time advertisement about how good life as a hucow is: Frolicking about in green meadows in the sun. Being milked by hand by young and attractive stableboys. Retiring into a spa resort, all expenses paid, after finishing out the contract term. Of course, the reality is a lot darker: The whole industry is fully industrialized, and most hucows only see white tiled fluorescent lit barns, get milked by robots, and dumped out on the street when they're done.

But I didn't know any of that, I flunked out of college, and like all girls nowadays, my student loan contract stipulated that I'd become indentured as a hucow for no less than five years to work off my debt in case I didn't finish. Like all girls, I wasn't too mad. After all, it meant living a carefree, comfortable life while I'm a hucow, and then retiring to a resort to relax and recuperate.

I've been told to report to a hucow processing center this morning. I carry only what I'm told to bring: My notification papers, which include a short text telling me where to go, and a large QR code that won't scan on my phone. I'm also carrying my government id, and nothing else apart from the clothes I'm wearing. The bus stops at the processing center, and together with about ten or so other girls, I get out of the bus, and walk into the front entrance, past a sign on the door that says "Incoming hucows only".

Inside of the processing center are a series of what can only be described as automated passport control booths. There's a short line, and I can see girl after girl in front of me getting into the booth, and an automated steel door closing behind her. When the booth reopens, she is gone, and the next girl goes in. Finally it's my turn, and feeling slightly anxious I step into the booth...

Behind me, the steel doors close with a solid thump. I'm caught in a small booth that I can just about turn around in. There's a small screen in one wall, with a receptacle below it. The screen says "Scan invite code", so I present the QR code on my notification papers. There's a beep, and the next order appears: "Deposit ID and notification papers in slot" I slide the papers in, and with a solid thunk, the slot closes. The system is whirring, then the display shows: "Minimum indentured service: 5 years. Government id erased. Proceed with medical."

The door in front of me clangs open, leading into a narrow corridor. I can hear more clangs down the corridor, of doors opening or closing, sending me where I have to go. Behind me, there's a clang and a whirring, and suddenly, the back of the booth moves forward, pushing me along the corridor at a quick walking pace. After going through a few bends and turns, the machine stops when it has pushed me into another small booth. At no point was there any option for me to go another direction.

The next booth is white and tiled all over, except the steel wall behind me, and the one in front of me. The wall in front of me is split down the middle, with a head sized hole on about the height of my hips. There's a sign telling me to stick my head through. Feeling a little anxious, and nervous, I obey, and the moment my head is through, there's a poof as inflatable collars plop up around my neck, holding me fixed, with my head sticking out one side of the wall, and my body the other. I can't help but shriek briefly in surprise.

Someone wearing a vets clothing walks out in front of me: rubber boots, rubber apron, rubber gloves. He checks a screen that I can't see, then picks up two large, yellow ear tags, and a tool. He casually steps up to me, and quickly and with practice pierces a tag through each of my ear lobes. I squeal as they pierce my ears, and just before he fastens them, I can see that each of them has a QR code printed on them. It must contain my hucow tracking number, probably used to track detailed information about me...

Then I suddenly feel someone behind me, where I can't see. Strong, callused hands grab my arms, and before I know it, my arms are shackled behind my back, each wrist connected to the opposite elbow by what feels like leather straps, thick and strong and comfortable at the same time. Then, the man behind me starts to cut away my clothes, stripping me naked. My eyes go wide in surprise, but I can't really react, because at the same time, the vet in front of me has grabbed my jaw and opened my mouth, inspecting my throat and teeth.

Next, I see the vet slip a rubber glove over his hand that reaches past his elbow, and he walks out of my view to the side. My heart is pounding as I feel the man behind me just sliding my feet apart, and a brief moment later I can feel a rubber hand press between my pussy lips, and slowly but insistingly sliding inside of me, until his whole hand is inside of my pussy. "Ooooooooogh!" I moan and groan at the same time. There's a muffled chuckle from behind the wall, and the hand in my pussy rotates and slides around in me. The vet is making sure to feel all of me, probing against my cervix, and palpating all of my vagina. Before he pulls his hand out, something like a small tube presses against my urethral opening, and the hand in my pussy starts to press against my bladder. Before I know it I start to pee, filling up a sample tube for the vet. He withdraws his hand, but I can't stop it and continue peeing on the floor. My face flushes in humiliation, and the vet just casually walks out in front of me again, pulling his rubber glove off his hand and putting the urine sample away again.

The vet now picks up a tray of what looks like pills and injection needles, and again disappears behind me. The other man makes sure my legs are spread, and my eyes go wide when I feel someone press two thick suppositories into my asshole, and another into my pussy. Then a hand grabs my left tit, and I squeal when I feel a needle inject liquid into it. They repeat it on my right tit. The vet walks out again, grabs what looks like a pair of pliers, and before I know it, he has used them to pierce my nose septum. I shriek, blinded by sudden tears, while he slides a thick steel ring through the hole, and locks it closed. The door holding my neck opens, and the man behind me walks out in front of me, grabs hold of my new nose ring, and pulls me along. He puts me into a holding pen with other hucows, all as shocked and overwhelmed as I am by what they just experienced.

Us hucows are mostly just standing around and walking aimlessly around the holding pen. It's formed like a drop, with the entry from medical being at the broad end, and another gate at the small tip. After a while, it starts to get crowded, with no space to move around any more. I also notice changes in my body: I can feel the suppositories get dissolved inside of my pussy and ass, the drugs and hormones in them being absorbed by my body. I feel flashes of heat wash over me, and a wet tingly feeling runs through my body, with my pussy and tits feeling like they are throbbing softly.

Then the gate on the small side opens. I'm stuck in the middle of the pen, but I can hear yelps and squeals as two stable boys pull the first few hucows out into the corridor by pulling on their nose rings, until the herd gets the idea and start to move. I'm pulled along the current of hucows, with the short end of the pen acting like a funnel, hemming us into a corridor with fences made of grating on each side, wide enough to allow a single hucow to pass. After walking along this for a short distance, the corridor ends in the back of a cattle truck that's quickly filling up with hucow. After the last of us is squeezed in, the stable boys close the back, and the trailer drives off. Us hucows are left standing in the dim dark, wondering where we're going.

It feels like we're driving all day, and when the trailer finally crunches to a halt on a gravel road, and the back opens up again, it's dark. We are again pulled out, and walk along a fenced corridor leading into a barn. There, stable boys quickly and efficiently push each hucow into its own pen, and lock the door behind her, leaving each of us in a small fencedin pen just large enough to walk in a circle and lay down in. Then, they leave us alone for the night, in the dark barn.

The next few days, we learn to be a hucow. We learn that from now on, we would be fed and watered from what is basically two dildos mounted in the wall of our paddock. When a hucow sucks on them, one dispenses a nutrient gruel, the other dispenses water. We learn to obey when a stable boy comes in and starts to pull us out by our nose rings. We learn that someone else owns our bodies now, because every few hours, we get pulled out to be examined by vets. They always start by scanning our ear tags, to them, we are just a number and that's the only way to know which hucow they are examining. Then they proceeded to examine us again, and I end up getting dosed with drugs many times. Often I got injections into my tits, some other times I got large suppositories inserted into my ass and pussy. Many times all three. I'm feeling flushed and hot all the time now, with my tits, pussy and womb tingling the most. My tits have swollen to what can only be called udders, and are starting to get taut and full, and my pussy is wet almost constantly.

One morning, the stable boys go along the line opening all the individual pens, pulling out each hucow, and herding us along in a line into a holding pen. From the other side of the pen, a handful of hucows are led out into a closed off room. Then, after a bit of waiting, the next group is led off, and so on. I'm feeling nervous and anxious, not knowing what awaits us, but suddenly, I'm at the front and being herded out by one of the stable boys.

The room they are leading us into is a milking room. There's a row of milking machines mounted in a white tiled room. A stable boy pulls me along next to one, and hooks my nose ring into a carabiner mounted to the wall at hip height, so I'm bent over, and my full and taut udders are dangling below me. He's clearly practiced, because in just a few seconds, he has used a handheld reader to scan my ear tags, then switched the machine on and put the suction cups against my nipples. With rhythmical pulsing, they suck at my nipples. and I'm being milked for the first time. I sigh in relief a few times, I never noticed how much pressure my udders have been building, and I can feel the milk stream out of my nipples, eagerly getting sucked out of my udder by the machine.

After a while, the machine stops being pleasant and its insistent sucking becomes uncomfortable. I realize that my udders are sucked dry for now, and start to groan softly in discomfort. A stable boy disconnects the machine, unhooks me from the wall, and leads me out into another holding pen. There I wait with the other hucows, shuffling around until finally the last group is led out again, and we are put back into our individual pens.

In the evening, my udders are full and taut again, and when the stable boys open the pen doors, I and the other hucows don't need much encouragement to get into the pen where we're waiting to be milked. I realize that we must be close to being fully trained hucows now...