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Betsy frowned at the large chicken anthro. She stood in a mostly empty room holding onto a large one piece white suit with black spots and a large fake pink udder. "How long did I have to wear this for?" The chicken anthro had some dirt on her, pictures that she'd rather not discuss. Photos that, if revealed, would be devastating for her internet life and her career. The chicken anthro gave her an ultimatum, wear the cow onesie and do some advertising for the store and get some money on the side so she could call it a 'job', or those pictures went out on the internet.

"You sound so concerned about wearing that outfit. The pay is better than your last job, isn't it?" The chicken anthro spoke with a smile while she held the empty outfit up holding onto what appeared to be a fluffy cow outfit, complete with tail and hooves. "You're just working, doing a good job like our little chicken that advertises our shop, but you're doing it dressed as a cow. Nothing more."

Betsy wanted to comment about how the chicken looked so strange, but she did seem to love this job to death. The egg laying was a little strange, but this wasn't about the chicken, this was about Betsy and making sure those photos didn't leak out, at least until she found a way to erase them or find a good explanation why she was doing what she was doing in them. "I guess the pay is okay, but I'm still not happy about it!" She grabbed the suit reluctantly and glossed over the fuzzy exterior. The suit almost looked like that of pajamas, pajamas that were way too big for her size, but whatever. She was least worried about the outfit and more about her situation. "I want to see you delete those photos sooner rather than later." Betsy grumbled.

"You'll see me delete them personally after the end of the day. Just as soon as you put on the suit and go through the proper regiments and training." The chicken anthro patted Betsy's back. "You can work with the chicken too if you want."

Betsy had seen that chicken and swore she was... vaguely familiar. The sound of the chicken's clucks reminded her of someone, but it was hard to get a good look of the chicken's face beyond that suit as the beak sealed most of it shut. She'd have to try to talk to that chicken on her break or something. She wondered who that chicken was. Moreover, she wondered where her friend went. She swore her friend came to work at this job, but she never heard back from them! She unzipped the oversized cow suit and was about to step in, but the chicken anthro stopped her.

"Naked. You can't wear anything in this outfit. It's too hot for clothes and you're going to destroy the hooves if you have shoes. You will pay for the outfit if you rip and tear any of it."

'You've got to be kidding me. I guess it will be hot in that suit, but seriously? Butt naked?' Betsy looked at the suit and saw the opening for her face and nothing else. It looked as if the suit might conceal her well enough, but regardless of if it did or not, the thought of undressing around this chicken felt wrong. Moreover, the suit was absolutely disgusting. While the suit looked clean, for the most part, she saw signs of it having been worn before. The suit vaguely smelled of salty sweat, and the crotch looked as if it were stained with... something. What motivated her to wear such a disgusting thing? The pay wasn't that good, but... With a frustrated sigh, she may as well get it over with. She'd have to shower very thoroughly.

She glanced around the shop, and then back at her. "Can I get some privacy to do it with?"

The chicken shook her head firmly. "No. You change now and you change in front of me, or I'll reveal more than just those pictures of you."

Betsy wondered what more of her she might have than the pictures. At the very least the chicken anthro was a woman ,but it hardly helped her situation. She was getting put through so much stress. She glanced back at one strange room, but then with a sigh, she took off her shoes and socks. "Fine..." She was thankful there was nobody else in the store and she saw no cameras, though it wouldn't surprise her if this chicken had hidden cameras with how she operated the store. "How much blackmail DO you have on me?" She grumbled. Maybe it would be worth it to let those pictures get out into public. There wasn't anything preventing the chicken from doing it anyways even if Betsy obeyed her to the letter.

"Less than I want, but more than you think." The chicken chuckled, her chuckling sounded a lot like clucking. "You remind me of our little chicken girl out there. She didn't like the job either, but with our special techniques, she learned to love it."

Betsy had just pulled off her pants and underwear and quickly stepped into the oversized suit before she heard the chicken. "Oh yeah that's right. What's the name of that chicken?" She didn't think about asking for the chicken's name, the name of that big overstuffed chicken in the suit. She grabbed her shirt and began to pull it off.

"Her name? Well, I call her my little chickadee, but her name before that? That was Claire." The chicken tapped her chin with her head raised and eyes to the ceiling. "Yes, she was a struggle to work with."

Betsy froze just after she took her shirt off. She left her bra on as she stood partly into the suit. "Claire?" That was the name of her friend! Claire was the name of the woman who took the job? Claire would never take a position like this! "What did you do to her? There's no way that's her!" That explained why the chicken felt so familiar, it was her friend! Now she knew something was up with this chicken. Was she blackmailing the entire damn town? She tried to pull herself out of the suit, but the chicken grabbed the zipper at the waist and pulled it up to her breast.

"It's a very long story. Oh if someone wrote about it, I'd support their patreon and join their discord." The chicken anthro said with a happy cluck. "Let us not worry about the chicken though, instead let's worry about you and getting you into your new role."

Betsy wanted answers, but the first thing she wanted was out of this suit. Forget the blackmail and what the chicken would do to her reputation if she refused! She reached out to grab the zipper and pull it down, but she found her hands unable to cooperate. She looked at the hands of the suit and now just realized they were hooves, unusable hooves. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." The inside of the suit felt... bizarrely soft, as if a pillow surrounded her entire being. It would be nice if it weren't so repulsive with hints of wet spots, especially at the crotch, which only made worse by the fact she was naked. Pregnancy wasn't possible from dead sperm, but it didn't make her feel any better knowing she was rubbing against something wet that she didn't make.

"By all means." The chicken anthro walked up to the door and opened up the exit where a fat Claire blocked most of the path, currently in the middle of pushing an egg out of her and clucking happily. "You're free to go. Now, I can't promise you'll ever be able to get out of that suit without my help. Do you want to try some scissors? Or perhaps a saw? Maybe a drill? Any attempt to remove that suit normally will be very painful for you. If you were to cooperate, I'm sure we could help one another out."

Betsy was ready to leave. The chicken couldn't be honest about her threat, could she? She looked at the exit and watched her former friend squat down and lay an egg happily. It wasn't just the fact Claire was in a chicken suit that scared her, but how much bigger and fatter Claire was. She looked like an entirely different person, but it made sense with the chicken anthro. Claire was last known to be here, and Betsy was a heartbeat away from filing a missing person's report. Filing one would do no good if Claire wanted to stay, which while Betsy wasn't sure if Claire wanted it, she couldn't exactly ask her with the chicken anthro here. "Okay, fine. What do I have to do?" She groaned. She wasn't eager for the chicken's next words. If Claire had to act like a chicken, then there was only one thing the chicken anthro might want out of her.

"I want you to act like a cow, of course. I want you down on all fours mooing like a cow. Don't think you can fit the part? We have endless pieces of equipment to help you get better suited for the job, such as a lot of food so you can fill out that suit." The chicken patted Betsy's back. "We also have to give you some special medicine in order to get you really going to be a cow. I promise that it won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Well, maybe just one thing."

Betsy would have said she was beginning to regret this choice, but she had regretted it the moment she saw the suit. Step after step just felt as if the situation would be worse, but she couldn't get out of the suit. While the interior felt plush and soft, it also felt... sticky? She was loath to think of what this stickiness was, but it couldn't have been good. She got down on her hands and then turned back to see her ass sticking up in the air. "Can't I at least get on my knees? I'm not a cow in heat." 'At least this suit covers my crotch, but god that wet stain feels so fucking moist.'

"That's how a cow normally stands, and it's how you will stand. You will get used to it in time." The chicken anthro gave the fake udder atop Betsy's crotch a squeeze. "Now, I already know the answer, but I should ask anyway. Do you feel this?"

"Do I feel your hand on the fake nipple of the suit you're forcing me to wear? No. Am I supposed to? If the answer to that is yes, I am running away from here." Betsy had her limits. Her mind was already racing with ideas on what she could do to get out of this situation without being so humiliated. She was ready to stand back up on two legs, but she couldn't find the strength to lift herself up.

"Well, you'll get used to it in due time. You will have to get used to people grabbing and pulling the nipples. This IS a fetish sex shop after all, and just as men will toy with the chicken, so will men toy with you. Is sex allowed? Well not on the street obviously, but maybe if the price is right." The chicken clucked. "You could get out of here faster than you think if you bring me enough income for behaving like a little cow in need of a bull, if you catch my drift."

'Every single fiber of my mind and body wants out, so I really should just leave. I can't leave Claire like this though...' Betso pondered. With a deep sigh, she nodded. "Moo. There. Are you happy now?"

"Oh, dear you HARDLY sounded like you were doing the part." The chicken anthro walked to a door in the back and signaled Betsy. "Come, come. You're nowhere near ready to go outside like that. We must prepare you." She opened the door and revealed what appeared to be a dining room with a table set very low, and food on that very table. "We're going to start with lunch."

The scent of fruits and vegetables instantly filled Betsy's nose and made her mouth drool. Lunch already? Moreover, she swore that the door didn't lead to a dining room. Why would a sex shop have a dining room? Questions for later. Unable to help herself, she ambled forward through the open door, but noticed a lack of seats. "Uh... I guess..." She began to sit on the ground, but the chicken anthro quickly let out a shout.

"You sit like a cow would! And yes, cows DO sit. Sit on all fours and eat that way. No hands, not that you can use them anyways." The chicken called out to Betsy. She entered the room and shut the door behind her. The door was sold wood and had a small dial on it. She spun the dial before returning her attention to Betsy. "You behave like a cow and everything will be fine for you, but if you don't..."

"Then what? You're going to release all that blackmail?" Betsy scoffed. She sat down on her rear like a human would. Fuck behaving like a cow for this woman, she was done obeying her every word. "Go ahead. I'm done being your little cow. You broke me, I'm not playing around with you anymore. From the stench of this suit to what you did to Claire, from making me naked and making it impossible to remove this suit in the first place. I've been fucking participating and you've been making things worse anyways. Go ahead, step up your game because things are already getting bad."

Just as Betsy sat down on her rear, she put her hands down on the ground. Her hands hit the ground with a clop, but she then realized something. 'Wait... why are my hands reaching the ground when I'm sitting like this? They normally couldn't...' She glanced down and swore her arms looked... longer? What was going on with her? She turned her attention to the chicken with a scowl. "You're drugging me somehow, aren't you?"

The chicken shook her head. "Dear, not yet. That was in the food you were going to eat!" She said with a laugh. Given the situation, it was hard to know if she was being sarcastic about that or not. "But just as the chicken out there is wearing the suit and is laying eggs, the suit you have is much more real than you might think. Care to try standing again?"

Was that a challenge or was that the chicken mocking Betsy? Whatever the case, Betsy grit her teeth and slammed her hooves on the ground. She tried to pull herself up and, while she could stand on all fours with ease, it was impossible to stand up properly on two feet. "Gah! What the hell! This isn't funny!" The suit must have been doing something to her while she wore it. Whatever it was doing, she couldn't stand it! She had to be free and she had to be free now.

"Get me out of this suit or I'll... I'll..." What kind of threat would even work? She was helpless with her hands looking like hooves. The most she could do was charge the chicken and attack her somehow, but her movements were sluggish. "I don't know. Why can't I stand up anyways?" Was it really the suit doing this to her?

"I wanted to show you how bad things can get." The chicken said with a smirk. She walked behind Betsy and grabbed her torso. With a quiet snap, she pulled her back up so she could stand on two legs. "But you haven't been misbehaving that much. You're just confused about your position. Things can get much worse for you. Now, since you can't eat by normal conventions, let's try another way instead." She pointed to a conveyor belt positioned upwards. "Sit down in front of that, on the chair. You know what will happen."

"Will it be a rerun of that black and white show with the chocolates moving down it?" Betsy groaned. She sat down as instructed on the metal chair. This room was incredibly bizarre. She had never noticed the chair or the conveyor belt before. Was there even a rhyme or reason to this place? What if she walked out the door she came in? Would she even be at the front of the sex shop? 'Why am I even agreeing to this? I swear she's fucking drugging me. I was stuck on all fours, wasn't I?' She thought with a confused expression.

"Something like that." The chicken strapped Betsy's arms and legs into place and tugged the conveyor. The size of the belt was only slightly bigger than Betsy's head. "We have all sorts of mechanical contraptions to aid you in what we need you to be." The chicken pressed a button on the wall and two mechanical claws flung out of them, holding onto Betsy's head gently. "You have two choices. You can do the chewing and swallowing, or you can let the hands do it."

Betsy jumped in her seat at the sight of the claws. Just what kind of tricks did this chicken anthro have? The panels of the walls looked like kitchen tiles, but apparently they functioned like tiles from a lab. She immediately knew there must be so much more to this place than just sex fetishes. She wondered if she was going to be hypnotized or something, or if Claire really was doing what she was doing out of pure blackmail, but these were answers she'd find out in due time. Thinking back to the all fours situation, she knew that the chicken anthro really could make her life much worse, but wasn't she already doing that? "Before you start, I have to say. You're already making things a living fucking hell for me. What difference does it make if I disobey you?"

"You say I'm making your life worse? That's debatable. Ask Claire how much she loves her position. She loves nothing more than laying eggs for her clients." The chicken pressed the button and the conveyor belt began to move. Small pieces of chocolate, bite sized pieces began to roll towards Betsy. "Now, you've seen what I can make you do. I can put you on all fours. I can zap away any of those stupid things you call human thoughts and make you just like a cow, with all of the joys a cow goes through, and you know a cow does a lot of things differently than a human. The question is, how far are you going to push me to go with you? Are we going to add a few pounds, or are we going to make you graze on the grass mooing, fantasizing about big bulls beefy balls?"

Betsy shuddered at the thought of being attracted to bulls in such a perverted way. No, she couldn't be that kind of cow. "Fine." She mumbled. She opened her mouth and ate the chocolates, thankful they were coming down to her at an acceptable pace. She wasn't sure how long it would take though. Losing weight was problematic, and gaining weight took a lot of time, unless this food had a special kind of substance. Well, better a conveyor belt than a feeding tube and better she chew the food than the mechanical claws holding her mouth. The chocolates were small enough in size to eat without much difficulty too. "How long do I have to do this?" She spoke with her mouth full, unable to exactly talk with it empty.

"Just long enough. Cows are fatter than chickens, but I know you can't eat all the time." The chicken anthro sat watching Betsy with a smile on her beak. "Although we do need you to be hungry all the time, that's something the chocolate will do!"

Betsy immediately suspected drugs in the chocolate, but it was too late now. Moreover, the chicken could always make her hungry anyways. She didn't need the chocolate for that, and lastly, she already ate some anyway before the chicken even said that. "Fantastic." She mumbled as she ate. She could almost feel her ass growing inside the suit, pushing up against the plushy interior as she began to fill out the oversized suit. How much was she gaining? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

Betsy continued to eat small chocolate after small chocolate. She assumed there would come a time when she was full, but that time never seemed to come. How long has it been? It was hard to glance at a clock when she was busy focusing on the chocolates moving down the conveyor belt. She let out a sigh as she continued to chew and eat, her belly growing out, her breast growing, her body growing to fit into the suit and feeling all the more disgusted as she began to sweat lightly, and it just added to the moistness of the suit, especially at the crotch. 'God, am I turned on by eating?' She pondered while chewing and swallowing. The eating was starting to get a bit monotonous, and she had gained what she would guess 50 pounds, even if she only had maybe 5 pounds of candy.

"I do know you have this silly thing called a stomach, and this stomach does fill up so we will have to stop eventually, but for now just enjoy the filling up and the tasty foods." The chicken patted Betsy's back. "I'd say get you a little more chubby, and then we can move on to step two to giving you that perfect sexy look."

Betsy could only wonder what the chicken had in store for her, filling her up more and more made her feel hot and heavy. Sweating inside the suit wasn't doing anything to help her situation. She wanted to struggle out of it, but by now the chicken held her in place, and she knew things could always be worse, but maybe they were going to get that bad anyways. Her mind raced with what she should do while she cooperated with eating. It was true that the food wasn't bad, at least flavor wise, but she was a child forced to eat when already full. Her stomach had quickly filled up from the first ten pieces of chocolate, yet more trailed down the belt and went into her belly. She let out a soft urp, and frowned at the chicken. "You're gonna... gonna make my stomach burst."

"We've barely made you eat anything and you're already fussing about being full? You make for a crappy cow." The chicken rolled her eyes, but with a light sigh she turned off the machine. "Okay, but let's work on your scent next."

"My scent?" What was wrong with her smell? Well, the suit smelled extremely unpleasant, but that wasn't her fault! The suit reeked of a variety of odors that she dare not describe if she wanted to keep all this food in her stomach.

"You know what's wrong with it. You don't smell nearly as if you're a cow for a sex shop. You smell like a sex worker, a male sex worker." The chicken freed Betsy from the restraints of the chair and then pointed to another door. "We'll just wake you into the back and set you up for the next machine. Oh, it will be a fun one. If you think the conveyor belt of food was amazing, you haven't seen anything yet!"

Now, Betsy was nervous. She heaved herself up and when her feet hit the ground, she had to catch herself from falling. The new weight to her belly threw her off guard. 'God, I'm so fucking FAT now!' She tried to keep herself in shape, she tried hard, and now all of that effort went to waste. "Ugh... okay let's just get this over with." She walked over to the door and opened it up, a simple swinging door led to the next room, and as she walked into the next room, she immediately wanted to back out.

The new room looked almost like a factory assembly line with a variety of moving contraptions including a large vat in the center filled with Betsy could only imagine what. The ceiling went from only a few feet above her head to so tall that a truck laid upwards might reach the top. "There's no way this room exists. I died and went to hell, didn't I?" Betsy told herself. Yeah, that had to happen. She knew the size of this sex shop! No way this shop had a room like this! The metal walls and all kinds of machinery threw her head for a spin. Where did one even begin to describe a factory this busy?

"Let's get started with the most important thing, a dip into the vat! See, that vat up there is a very special kind of mixture. All you have to do is take a dip in the black liquid and it will do wonders for your body and the suit!" The chicken grinned happily at Betsy. "Come, we'll take the elevator." She pointed to a platform opposite of the strange small phone booth-like machine next to the vat. "That will take us up to the top! We'll go up there and then we'll lower you down!" The chicken anthro grabbed Betsy's shoulders and gave her a push hard enough to encourage, but not enough to push her over. "Come, come! Hurry!"

Betsy ambled over to the elevator. She wasn't looking forward to getting dipped in anything, especially a black liquid. Once on the platform, the chicken anthro closed the entrance gate and the elevator rose upwards. Betsy just continued to look around at all the machines, wondering how much the chicken anthro might put her though, and what many of them did. She noticed various sex dolls, but she questioned if they were all actually dolls and not... no, that was too creepy to think about, especially for her.

Once the elevator stopped, Betsy saw a metal platform that went across the top of the black liquid vat below it. While there were railings in place, she also saw a strange device that was akin to a baby jumper, just big enough for an adult. "Let me guess, you want me to get in that?"

"Oh you're so intelligent, not like a cow at all." The chicken rump bumped her onto the metal platform above the liquid. "It's just a quick dip in the liquid, and that jumper will keep you safe."

Betsy had already thought about pushing the chicken anthro into the liquid and running out. The vat was so massive that it would not have been a challenge to drown in, and it was spiraling downwards. Where was the liquid coming from anyways? She didn't spot any tubes on top of the vat, nor was there any below it. It was just a vat of spinning black liquid, liquid so black it looked as if it absorbed light. 'I guess she's expecting me to push her in...' She pondered, glancing back and forth between the vat and the chicken repeatedly.

"Yes, I know. You try to push me in there and you'll be on all fours like a dumb cow before you know it, and thinking just as fast as they do too." The chicken anthro said with a sly smile across her beak.

Betsy glanced at the chair and looked up to see it attached to what appeared to be a chain of sorts, in addition to a chain itself that went up and down, almost as if it were a medieval torture device, or some strange horrific carnival ride with a one seater. The seat had all sorts of devices on it, including one at the crotch, but sealed. She could only imagine what came out of there, but she had a very good idea. With a deep breath, she took a seat on the chair and turned to the chicken anthro with a frown. "This feels so..." The chair was held up by only that one chain and nothing else. It felt effortless to swing it around, but it also felt as if it could fall at any moment. At first, she might think that was a good thing to get away from her easier, but falling from the height they were at would not be pleasant for her body.

"Now you might not be able to tell." The chicken anthro pressed a button on a remote. Straps put themselves on Betsy's wrists and ankles, holding her into place. "But there are electronic devices on the chair. Shall we begin your fantastic voyage?" She didn't wait for an answer before pressing another button which began to lower the chair.

Betsy's heart pounded hard in her chest. She glanced down at the vat below and picked up the scent of latex. The sound of swirling water grew louder and louder as the chair touched the water. Betsy's feet, trapped in the suit, lowered into the water and she began to feel the water flow into the suit. Of course the suit wasn't waterproof, she figured. The suit felt warm, wet, and fluffy, as if a very wet bed, but the chair continued to lower itself in the water. 'Oh god. Am I going to drown?' She panicked as she went lower and lower into the water. The water didn't quite feel like water, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was, almost a mixture of goo and water.

As the chair lowered, Betsy felt colder and colder. The water went up to her knees, her crotch, her chest, and then to her neck.

"You might want to close your mouth and shut your eyes. I'm pretty sure the liquid is safe for the body, but toxic if ingested. If you're experiencing any lightheadedness or seizures, be sure to..." Before the chicken anthro finished shouting, Betsy went under the water and the chicken's voice garbled up under the waves.

Betsy took a deep breath as the entire chair submerged underneath the dark waters and shut her eyes, not sure what was in this water, but not wanting to know. The suit around her puffed up around her body, and on the outside and while she couldn't see it, she definitely felt it. The chair rose back up, just in time for Betsy to let out a heavy gasp for air.

"That's the trickiest part, but it helps adjust the suit and the wearer to be... shall we say closer together? The chicken was already entirely under before she went through this and almost drowned! It's amusing to see you go through it normally though." The chicken anthro spoke with a loud laugh and click. "Shall we continue along? Not that you have much of a choice."

Betsy frowned over at the chicken anthro, unable to turn her head enough to see her, but enough that she knew the chicken noticed. "You... you're a monster." She mumbled.

"We're now going to fix your scent. You see that machine next to the vat? The chair will go in there and it will handle your scents and give you a more... appropriate one." The chicken pointed to a machine that almost resembled that of a future phone booth, a small space big enough for one person and an opening that one could close easily with a red button and a green button. "You'll go in there and push the green button. I'll know if you didn't do it right. The chair won't let you leave that room until you do" She reached down and gave Betsy's ass a squeeze. "Better go before this gets too big to fit in cramped spots."

Betsy was forced to comply as the chair went into that next chamber. She wanted to struggle to escape, but the chair made it impossible. Moreover with the way her weight now was, running away would have proven to be a mighty challenge for the chubby Betsy. With a frown on her face and fingers curled into a fist she felt as if she were on a horror carnival ride as the chair pulled her into the small space. The door closed behind her and she raised her head to see what appeared to be a shower head above her, as well as various heads placed along the side. She knew what they'd do. 'If I obey, I get hit with this and I smell like whatever the fuck she wants. I might smell like it even long after I take off this humiliating cow suit. If I disobey, I get put on all fours and get to smell like whatever the fuck she wants anyways.' There was no winning this.

She'd have to just comply until she could find a way to freedom. With a sigh, she pressed the button and immediately got lightly sprayed with a foul scent, a scent that smelled as if it were a combination of sex and latex if the sex in question was at a farm.

Once Betsy had been properly sprayed, the door to the other side of the room opened and moved her out to the chicken anthro, the new scent so powerful in Betsy's nose that it was the only thing she was smelling. She was glad the scent shot out more like a perfume, but she had a feeling the smell wasn't going to go away any time soon.

"Now the suit fits much better on you, you smell so much more pleasant, now it's time to fix another thing!" The chicken smiled. "You know, your suit is customizable to an extent. You just can't see where the holes are. However, a little adjustment here, a little moving around there, and there are holes for your pussy and ass! You never have to leave the suit to use the bathroom, isn't that wonderful? I won't explain how it works, and I won't talk about what's going to happen next, but you'll definitely feel it!"

Betsy's heart continued to pound heavily. The water dip was the worst of all, she still felt so wet inside the suit, and now she smelled so horrible. Was this what all people who wore these suits had to go through? Moreover, what did she mean by happening next? She soon got her answer as something... pushed up against her from below, from the chair itself. "H-huh?" The feeling was a long metal rod, a cold one, and it pointed right at a certain part of her body.

"N-no no no!"

"Don't worry." The chicken smiled up at Betsy while she followed the chair. "The chair doesn't insert the device into your pussy!"

Betsy let out a soft sigh, but then the chicken continued talking.

"It first inserts a device in you orally, then anally, THEN it goes in your pussy!" From over Betsy's head, a metal tube appeared and moved right in front of Betsy. Somehow, it knew where her lips were and pressed itself up against them, as if wanting to penetrate her mouth and get inside of her.

"You'll let it in if you know what's good for you." The chicken said with a tune in her voice.

Little by little, Betsy was getting more hesitant to obey this chicken. She was on all fours once, and while that was humiliating beyond belief, she just had a feeling she was going to get back to that point anyways. Rather than say the 'fuck no!' she wanted to say, she kept her lips and teeth sealed shut. She was done obeying this damn chicken. One could only get pushed so far before it was time for total disobedience.

"No huh? Well then, let's just make it more interesting." The metal rod that was between Betsy's legs inched its way up and inside the suit, true to the chicken's words. The rod then pressed itself up against Betsy's cunt and while it didn't penetrate her, it's cold exterior touched her nether lips gently.

Betsy let out a soft gasp the moment the rod touched her nether lips. It didn't take a genius to know exactly what this chicken had in store for Betsy if she didn't obey. The rod was going to go in her cunt anyways, and she was likely going to get punished in some way for not taking the one in her mouth. She had no idea how long she'd last before she moaned involuntarily and lost the battle anyways. With an angry glare at the chicken, she parted her lips and took the rod inside of her mouth. She had some choice words for this chicken, but with the rod inserted in her, it wouldn't come out right anyways.

"That's a good girl! You'll notice the rod has a hole in it and fits just far enough to prevent that gag reflex of yours from kicking in. Oh, it also swells from saliva, so taking it out will be very difficult! Why, it will swell up SO much that the only kind of noises you'll be able to make from it are... oh, cow noises, but without the 'M' at the beginning! Isn't that wonderful?"

"Uck Ooou." Betsy mumbled. With every additional thing the chicken anthro did, Betsy became more and more frustrated. The chicken was going to penetrate her ass and cunt next with these cold freezing metal rods, no matter what she did. What was going to happen after that? She was fed like a cow, she felt like a massive cow plush both inside and outside, and now she was restricted to only speaking a certain way with a tube that, even if she had no arm restraints, she wouldn't be able to remove it!

"That's what the chair is for." The chicken said with a smile. "Let's take care of that cute little butt of yours." With the press of a button, another rod from the chair pushed itself into the suit and between Betsy's ass cheeks.

Betsy let out a soft moan which echoed through the tube in her mouth, coming out an awful lot like a cow's moo. The rod felt prelubricated as it pushed into her rear without abandon. She began to... taste things once the rod was in her ass? She swallowed, and then tasted more strange things, more sweets and salty snacks. Was this chair feeding her? Whatever it was feeding her, it was hard to detect what it was. It felt almost like spurts of liquid to combine with her saliva, enough to keep her swallowing it down. She thought about trying to spit it out, but when she tried that after the fourth time, she quickly realized the tube seemed to seal at any attempt, as if it knew what she was doing. Maybe it wasn't the rod within her ass making her taste things, but the one in her mouth was definitely doing something.

"You have to gain a massive amount of weight if you're going to be a cow!" The chicken anthro gave Betsy's belly a pat. "The suit will stretch to fit you though, so don't worry about ripping it. Only one more rod to go..." With the press of a button, the final rod went into Betsy, the one right in her nether lips. Her nether walls stretched out slowly around the toy stuffed inside of her.

Betsy let out a big 'moo' the moment the rod went into her vagina. Her ass was bad enough, but now this freezing rod went deep inside of her! How were these rods supposed to help her behave more like a cow? The rods were cold, yet at the same time so pleasurable. She wiggled in the chair, but to no success.

"Okay, so you're mooing, we've got the rods in place, now we should test out your udders and see how well you've been connected to them." The chair Betsy was on lowered to the floor, but rather than touch the ground, it hovered a few inches right above it.

'Udders? Testing them?' Betsy didn't pay attention to her outfit very much besides the plush feel. She knew there was some heavy stuff in front, but a quick glance down showed her two massive tits that were much too huge for her own breast. She also saw the pink udders that didn't quite look like the suit, but no doubt were attached onto it. "Oooh?" She questioned.

"Yes, you see that suit is more attached to you than just those rods, although they are part of it. See, these udders down here will soon give milk. All I have to do is..." The chicken reached forward and grabbed one of the nipples. While the sphere of the udder was firm as if it were plastic, the udder nipple was just as soft as the rest of Betsy's outfit.

Betsy swore she felt a strange pressure when the chicken anthro grabbed onto the nipple, but there was no way the udder was attached to her. The udder must have just been attached to one of the rods somehow, right? Yet why did her body feel so heavy. She believed she had grown larger, yet part of her felt weightier than the rest of her, the part where that pink sphere was, as if it were a part of her. The sensation of the chicken anthro grabbing it sent an alien pleasure through her body. "A-ahn. D-dooot oouch haah!"

"What? It's an udder attached to the suit. I know what you're thinking, it's not attached to you, right? That's why it shouldn't work? But why do you enjoy it when I do this?" With a squeeze on the nipple of the udder, she gave it a firm tug.

Betsy let out a deep moan that sounded incredibly eerily to that of a moo. Her legs trembled in pleasure and, had she not been attached to that chair, she would have fallen on all fours for certain. Her eyes rolled up and she almost orgasmed just from one tug! The tug on the nipple felt so real, both giving her a pleasurable sensation between her legs in addition to feeling as if she were having a breast squeezed, but one closer to her crotch rather than on her breast!

"Doesn't that feel fantastic?" The chicken anthro squeezed Betsy's nipple again, followed by a second, a third, and then the last udder nipple. "These will fill with wonderful milk soon, made from you! I can't wait to see how delicious you will taste. Do you know the fatter and more pleasured you are, the better the milk tastes? From regular plain milk to sweet cream. A happy aroused cow gives the best drinks."

Betsy wanted to deny that it was pleasurable. She wanted to do anything else but give the chicken the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt to have her udders tugged and a pressure relieved from her, a growing pressure. She swore she felt a dribble of coldness from the last udder the chicken grabbed, but maybe it was her mind playing tricks. She let out a deep bass moo, unable to help herself while the rod in her vagina moved back and forth with every tug, and the sensation of having her tits played with while the chicken toyed with the udders was not helping her.

The chicken anthro gave the udders another squeeze, never once letting up on those udders of Betsy's. She'd continue to squirt until... "Oh! There's a spot of milk!" The chicken spoke happily.

'W-what?' Betsy turned her head down to see what the chicken anthro was so excited about. She noticed a small white dribble of... something coming out of her udder. That was milk? No way, it couldn't have been! She was a human, and humans didn't... well, okay humans could give off milk for brief periods in their lives when pregnancy was involved, but not on a regular basis, and certainly not from an udder! The appearance of the wet drop, and feeling the wet drop on her udder had her panicking and wriggling in her seat all the harder.

"Aw, you look so surprised when milk comes out of an udder! It's so cute! You're a cute big naive cow, you know that?" The chicken squeezed again. "But I'm only getting small drops. We have so much work left to do with you." She glanced behind her at one other machine. "I wonder, will you be able to withstand the last one while retaining your humanity? Oh the mystery excites me so!"

Betsy looked on in fear what the other machine might do to her. How much more cow like could she get? She was stuffed in a suit with rods penetrating her cunt ass and mouth that were leaving her mooing and in pleasure when Betsy squeezed those udders! Every squeeze made her toes curl inside the suit and made her moo softly, if only because that was the only thing she was capable of doing inside the suit. She could feel her body growing and pressing against the padding, only guessing how much she weighed, but going beyond chubby for sure.

"Now, again it's not hypnosis. It's just... conditioning." The chicken anthro commented.

With the press of a button, the chair moved toward the last machine. The machine looked larger than the previous one that gave Betsy the stench that she swore was bovine, but it was no bigger than the size of two king beds wide, and a good twenty feet tall if she had to guess. The doorway to the machine yawned open and pulled Betsy in, leading her into darkness. The chicken anthro told her not what was in this room, but she feared the worst.

In a bright flash of light, the room lit up and revealed large screens of a grassy field. 'Huh?' Betsy wondered. Was this how they hypnotized the chicken? She swore they weren't going to do that! Yet, there didn't seem to be anything hypnotic about this. She was just looking at a 360 degree field view of a grassy field. She glanced down at the floor and saw pure grass, and then up at the ceiling to see the sky. The only off putting thing was the chair and chains that moved her along the line and also kept her in place on the chair. What kind of place was this? It looked calm and peaceful, yet her heart pounded heavily in fear.

"Do you like it?" The chicken anthro said as she stepped inside. "I sometimes use this place to hypnotize people, but I agreed not to use it for you. I'm trying to give you the setting a cow might experience and give you the full experience of what it's like to be a cow on a peaceful field, all while getting fucked by a bull." She smiled. "Not that I have a bull, but I can improvise."

Betsy wished she could speak up and tell her this felt like anything but a pleasurable cow experience. She couldn't ignore the rods inside her ass, cunt, and mouth, but they seemed to be nonfunctional for the time being, except for the mouth one that just seemed to heavily restrict her speech and gift her a sugary saliva that she had to keep swallowing to prevent herself from drooling, though she was beginning to think the latter might not be a terrible idea if the sugary saliva was the thing making her fat. God, she wanted a scale to see how much she weighed, but she also felt mortified to see just how fat she became at the same time.

"The good news is I can take you off the chair, but... we have to do something else first." With the press of a button on that remote the chicken anthro continued to carry with her, the two rods in Betsy's ass and cunt began to move and slowly turn, acting as if they were two automated dildos. "I won't bother going into detail about how these dildos work. The technology would be way over your head. Just know that they don't need the chair to operate and they can move in you for a... very long time."

'It's called batteries.' Betsy thought. She was about to roll her eyes but the sudden thrust of the dildos in her cunt and ass stopped her. She let out a gasp and a deep moo noise from her lips, if only because she couldn't say anything else comprehensible. She wiggled harder than ever, but all her wiggling did was stuff the dildo deeper inside of her. God, how deep was that cock? She had sex before, she wasn't a virgin! Still, that cock felt as deep as a bull's in a cows, which she hated thinking about that comparison as that would have made her the bovine. "Ohh! Oh!"

"It's so lovely to see you enjoy this! Unfortunately I don't have a cock of myself otherwise I would love to pound you, but then again you are a cow and you need a bull." The chicken anthro stroked Betsy's back slowly, feeling her struggle and thrust herself against the chair. "Maybe if you're lucky, we'll find a male that applies here, then you can have a bull fucking you all day long and you won't need these dildos! What do you think of that?"

Betsy knew what she wanted to say, but she was incapable of saying much. She glared angrily at the chicken anthro before she shuddered and an orgasm struck her body. She felt her vaginal walls squeeze that dildo involuntarily while she came. Her rear clenched the back one too, unable to do much else than sit there and take it. She felt so helpless, and she was getting fatter by the minute. The plush felt comfortable around her, though she hardly focused on that. She loathed what she was becoming, and the chicken anthro was merely encouraging her to become some big horny cow! She almost wanted to be hypnotized, at least she might actually like this. Sure, her body clearly liked it, but she didn't! While she came, she could almost feel her suit clenching her tits and vagina. Along with the warm plush feeling, she also had a warm wet feeling around her tits, which made her wonder just where the milk from the udder was coming from.

"Now, we're going to need to lock you into that! Let's see... where was that g-spot?" The chicken anthro experimented with the remote, pressing a few buttons, turning a few dials, and watching Betsy's face. "We need frequent mind blowing orgasms. People have to look at you and think to themselves 'wow, she's having a really good time. The store must be amazing, I'm going to go shopping there right now!' and stuff like that."

Betsy's eyes cringed and twisted while the chicken anthro experimented around with the knobs. She found herself going through another orgasm, much quicker this time than before, and then again, and again. Whatever the chicken anthro was doing was really twisting and turning her body against her for the worse, and it was getting more intense by the minute. "Oohh! Mooo moo!" She shouted, begging for something, anything to end this torment. How long was this chicken anthro going to toy with her? She couldn't fight back, even off this chair her body was bigger and so much heavier. She wanted to punch that chicken anthro, but she knew her body was so big and bulky that she would undoubtedly be slower, and her punches would barely work well in the suit.

"Now the rods are set so you should orgasm every few minutes. Don't worry, there's something special... well, you'll figure it out. I can't spoil everything you're getting from that body! Just three more things left to check and we're all set!" With a smile on her face and a song in her heart, the chicken anthro grabbed one of Betsy's udders and squeezed it firmly. A shot of milk came out, as if milk had just been building up in that udder, waiting for her to unleash it by squeezing. "Wonderful! You're producing as much as a cow already! Okay, udder giving lots of milk, check!"

Betsy's eyes shot open at the squirt. She didn't need to see when she could feel a massive amount of pressure inside of her getting released in a big squirt, but with more growing pressure she couldn't explain. What did she even look like underneath the suit? She feared to find out. She was giving milk though, just like a real cow! Did that mean the chicken really did lay eggs like a chicken? How did this all work! She blamed magic of some sort. What else was this chicken even planning? Three more things left to check? Well, the udder clearly worked, so what more was there? "Mooo! MOOO!" She shouted in protest, and pleasure. The rod striking her perfect spot in her cunt and making her orgasm, during the milking no less!

"Yes, I know you love it. Don't worry, I'll milk you plenty. Maybe I'll get a machine to do it! I'd have the chicken do it, but she doesn't have fingers to speak of, and neither do you." With a smile, the chicken anthro leaned down and lifted something up, something that had been right underneath the chair Betsy was on. She held what appeared to be a golden ring, but a quick pull apart revealed that the ring was actually a nose ring, a massive one. "Now, I'm going to put this on your nose. Close your eyes. You might feel a big pinch."

As if the rods weren't bad enough, the golden ring looked much too big for her! The ring looked almost as big as her head, and that thing was going to go in her nose? She saw the golden needlepoint on the ring. She never had a nose piercing before. Putting her in a plush suit and making her do humiliating things was bad enough, an 83 on a scale of one to ten, but this was taking things to a whole new level! The amount of pain that thing would bring her when it first pierced her nose, and the obvious heaviness of that ring. This chicken was merciless. Tears formed in her eyes, but she was unable to let out anything more than bovine moos of fear. She closed her eyes and kept turning her head from left to right, hoping that would somehow evade the ring.

After a soft click and a heavy weight applied to Betsy's head, she heard the chicken anthro say she was done. 'Huh?' She opened her eyes. That didn't hurt at all! In fact, she didn't feel the chicken anthro touch her face. Her eyes rolled up and she saw the nose ring not on her nose, but on the nose of the cow suit. Wait... that was her plan? Well, that wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, but she still felt terrified. Her breathing was hard and her heart pounded with just as much effort.

"What? You think the ring was for your nose? Hah! Well, technically it is, especially with the last thing that has to happen before the suit is officially finished! See, the suit is covering most of your body with the exception of a few holes, but there's one obvious spot of that suit that sticks out like a sore thumb. Fact is, you look like a cow that's voring a human, and that's not a pretty picture at all. We need to fix that! So, the very last thing we have to do is seal it up." The chicken anthro grabbed the top of the suit and pulled it down. "The nose ring helps keep the top down much better too!"

Betsy let out a gasp once the face part of the cow fell over her face so suddenly. She feared that her vision would be blocked and, while it was partially blocked, she was able to see out small holes in the eyes, as if it were a mask for halloween. It was harder to see for sure, but not impossible. Moreover, the inside of the face mask was very hot. She breathed in and out of her mouth and it added on to the heat, making her very uncomfortable. The only thing that stuck out of the suit's face was the rod, the rod that went right to her mouth and let her make cow-like noises. She tried to call for help, to move her lips and tongue in the right manner, only to let out another bovine moo.

With a giggle, the chicken anthro began to seal the mouth of the suit by sewing it up bit by bit, sealing Betsy inside of it. "Don't worry about food, you have the tube to feed you, and as far as the bathroom goes, you have the holes in the back! Now, I'd say you're good enough to get out of that chair and get right to work with the little chicken outside, my big cow." The chicken anthro removed the straps on the chair. "Stand up, but I suggest doing so slowly. You must have gained a good fifty pounds sitting there!"

Betsy slowly stood up and, true to the chicken's word, immediately wobbled. She noticed the rods were still in her ass and cunt, and she wondered how she'd be able to use the bathroom if the chicken intended on keeping those rods in her. Though also she was so heavy that she couldn't believe how... fat she had gotten, most of the weight in her udder, which she prayed wasn't milk she herself was producing. She glanced at the chicken anthro with a frown on her face, but it didn't show through the suit. "Moo." She spoke dejectedly. Was it finished? Was there anything else this chicken could do to torture her more? She hated thinking that, as life would often take that as a challenge.

"Okay. Now since you've been a good little cow, I won't make you walk on all fours. But, if you start misbehaving, or should I say, moosbehaving, you're going on all fours faster than the chicken can lay her egg! Your new job begins right now to go out there and advertise my shop with her!" The chicken anthro clapped her hands happily together and opened up the door. "And do be quick about it! Well, as fast as a cow can go. I've got to hire a horse to help us out too, so I have to prepare the ads!"

With a deep sigh and the threat of being made to walk on all fours very real since she had been forced to do it before, she walked outside in her cow suit dejectedly. She'd be led by the chicken anthro outside and forced to wave around, with the rods keeping her in check and sending her into orgasms now and then. It was hard to be as... happy and excited as the chicken out there was, but the orgasms and happy moos she involuntarily let out was more than enough to attract even more people to the sex fetish shop, and perhaps a new person to hire for the chicken's little horse suit.