Reborn Into Another World As A Cowgirl (Exclusive August 2024)

There I was, in my office at nearly three o'clock in the morning doing all the work my coworkers dumped on me before leaving. It really does suck being the only guy without a wife or kids to go home to, as that’s always the reason they do this to me.

At least I made a decent amount of money from all the overtime, and I didn’t have to spend it on kids, and family stuff. I could save it all up and use it for my dream, which was to run the first milk bar in my city.

I’d have every flavor in the world, and hopefully, even be able to buy my own farm with my own cows, that way the milk could be nice and fresh and shipped into town daily. It was a nice dream, but as long as I was working myself ragged here, it wasn’t going to happen.

I was nearly done with work for the night when I suddenly heard a lot of crashes and honking coming from the ground. It was strange to have so much commotion this late, so I went over to check it out, which turned out to be a mistake.

I have no idea how it was possible, but as I approached the window, I saw a very large truck coming right at me. Now I say I have no idea how it’s possible because I was on the tenth floor of a massive skyscraper.

Truck-kun always finds a way I guess. Well anyone can guess, a tuck barreling through a window right on top of me didn’t end well and I died, at least I did in that world. Soon after dying, I found myself waking up in a field.

I was lying in some grass for some reason. I sat up and looked around, it seemed to be a big open field with several barns in the distance. I thought I was in the afterlife, and this was my personal heaven, but it could turn out to be an entirely different world, and I was in a new body.

I didn’t even need to sit up to notice how different it was. I could see my new massive breasts flopping in the wind. When I saw them I sat up quickly and grabbed them. I couldn’t believe how big they were.

They were the biggest pair of breasts I’ve ever seen, and as embarrassing as it was, they were also the first pair I’ve ever touched. I always thought they’d feel amazing, but right now they just feel very sore.

I let go of them and looked down at my crotch, it was hard to not notice that my dick was gone. I ran my hand over it slowly and gently, and it was so strange. It felt normal, but it was like suddenly discovering you had a new arm or something.

I stopped touching it. I could very well have it for the rest of my new life, but I wasn’t mentally ready for it yet. I decided to get up and look around, possibly find someone, or even some clothes, but as soon as I stood up, my legs gave up and I fell forward onto my breasts.

It hurt, so I went to say ow, like anybody would when they were hurt, but instead of that I made a mooing sound. As I sat on the ground, squishing my breasts against it, I was so confused, and I tried to speak again but got the same result.

I pick myself up and get myself steady on my hands and knees. Something was very wrong. I reached my hand up to my throat and felt that a collar was attached to it. I got onto my knees and removed it.

It had a tab that was engraved. It said the name Pinky, followed by milk cow and strawberry which was apparently the flavor of milk. I may be a woman now, but I’m human and not a cow, so there was no way this was mine.

After all, it's super easy to tell a cow from a person. Cows have long skinny tails coming out of their backside and I don… I reached my hand to my back as a joke, just to prove to myself that I wasn’t a cow, but I ended up proving otherwise.

I indeed had a long skinny cow-like tail attached to my body. I let it go and started to sweat a bit. Surely I was imagining that, after all, a cow would have cow ears and even cow horns on their head, and if I had those I’d have known.

I reach my hands to my head, and yet again I find more cow-like features. My ears now came out the top of my head, and were long and a bit floppy, and above them were two short horns. With all that I had to truly confirm if indeed I was reborn in another world as a cowgirl.

I took my hands and pinched my nipples, and holy shit was it amazing. Pink milk came shooting out like I was using the latest high-powered water gun, and the sore feeling in my breasts started to go away.

I was perfectly content letting them empty all the way, but I suddenly heard someone yelling my new name. I let go and dropped my hands to the ground so I could look around. That's when I saw an older man in bright blue overalls running at me waving his fist.

Once he got to me, he yelled at me for emptying my milk on the ground, he even popped me on the head. It didn’t hurt, but made me feel kind of bad. He told me if I wanted to be milk, I only had to go over to the machine and it would suck it all right out.

He then attempted to grab my collar and pull me towards it, but I had taken it off. He noticed that and scolded me again, and bopped my head. He told me I was being a very bad girl today. He put the collar back around my neck and told me if it came off again, he was going to brand me.

I didn’t like the sound of that, so it seems for now I’m going to leave it on. He leads me over to said milking machine and hooks me to it. I really didn’t want to be milked, but I wanted the rest of this soreness to go away.

So I let him hook me up, and I sat there waiting for it to turn on. Once it turns on, it starts sucking on my nipples, but it was very gentle. Nothing came out at first, but it slowly started to pick up speed and intensity.

Before I knew it, it was a repeat of the field, this time with my milk being properly collected. It felt so good, not only as the soreness went away, but as it was replaced with an amazingly pleasurable sensation.

I looked down at the cups sucking on my breasts, it was full, but still sucking the milk into the big container. It seemed I was producing more milk than the machine could handle. It was super embarrassing, but it also looked so good, I could only imagine how tasty my milk was.

At some point in the milking, I sort of zoned out and just enjoyed being milked. I had no idea what was going on in the world around me, and I wasn't even concerned about being a cowgirl, at that time I had no cares in the world.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I snapped back to reality when the milking machine turned off. I came back to reality to find myself drooling and mid-moo. The cups automatically detached from my nipples and I was allowed to leave the milking station.

I went to set out when I noticed something strange on my hands. I looked down to find that I had hoof boots strapped to my hands, and they were locked on. The farmer must have put them on me while I was zoned out.

I get why he did it, I was using my hands to do stuff he didn’t want me to do, but now I couldn’t use my hands for anything. Despite already being a cowgirl, this somehow made me feel even more like one. Helpless and handless, only to be milked, is that really my life now?

Well, that wasn't the only part of my new life I had to get used to, as next to my new hoove hands was a pile of cum, and it was clearly dripping out of me. I had achieved an orgasm while being milk, and from the looks of it, I had done it several times.

I crawl back into the field with my face bright red from embarrassment and I look around. There were other cowgirls playing around, and some grazing. That was it, there wasn't much else for them to do, other than create milk that is. Is this really my new life? Why was I reborn as a cowgirl… and why can't I be made about it…