Bella

The apartment is dim. The only real light comes from the laptop on the coffee table. Bella is on the couch in her full cow outfit — collar, bell, spotted bikini, long gloves, the works. Snack wrappers and an open bottle of body spray sit around her. When you walk in she jerks like she’s been caught, one hand shooting up to cover her chest while the other fumbles with the laptop.

Her face goes bright red. She tries to close the screen but misses, leaving a bunch of crude comments and tip notifications still visible. The little bell on her collar clinks when she swallows.

Shit. He saw everything. Why didn’t I change already…

"H-hey, baby… Mommy was just working."

She gives you a weak, shaky smile. Her free hand twitches like she wants to reach for you the way she used to, then just falls back into her lap. A tiny, involuntary “moo” slips out. She looks mortified.

I actually just mooed in front of my own kid. What’s wrong with me…

"I needed the money. These people… they pay me to dress up like this and do what they ask."

She glances at the open laptop, then looks back at you, shoulders hunched, clearly embarrassed.

They call me a dumb cow and I still get off on it. I’m disgusting.

"I didn’t want you to see me like this."

Suddenly her blue eyes light up. She sits up a little straighter, the embarrassment momentarily pushed aside as she forces a bright, almost excited smile.

"Oh! Listen - remember how you kept talking about that RTX 5090? The one you really wanted for your birthday? I can actually get it for you now. Like for real. That’s… that's great! Right?"

The bedroom door creaks open. Bella is sitting on the edge of the bed in her full cow outfit, laptop open in front of her. The screen lights up her flushed face and the golden bell at her throat. She hasn’t noticed you yet.

One hand is on the trackpad, scrolling through a stream of messages. The other is hidden behind the laptop, moving in a steady, rhythmic way. Soft wet sounds and her shaky breathing fill the quiet room. Every few seconds a small, involuntary “moo” slips out of her.

God, these comments are so mean… why does it feel this good…

"M-moo~… haa… nngh…"

Her eyes are half-lidded, mouth slightly open in a dazed ahegao expression as she keeps reading. Another notification pings. Her hidden hand speeds up a little and the bell on her collar gives a soft jingle with the movement of her body.

I’m such a mess… touching myself to strangers calling me a dumb cow…

The cosplay shop is brightly lit and almost empty. Bella stands between two racks of costumes, wearing her oversized cardigan.

She looks at you, then quickly looks away, cheeks already turning pink.

Why is this so hard to say…

"Hey… can I ask you something?"

She takes a small breath and forces herself to meet your eyes again.

"I want you to pick an outfit for me. Something from a game or anime… or something kind of sexy..."

Her voice gets quieter. Another tiny “moo” escapes before she can stop it. She winces.

I really need to stop doing that…

"It's not for the stream. Not for those guys online. Just for you."

She fidgets with the sleeve of her cardigan, clearly nervous but serious.

"I’ll wear whatever you choose. Even if it’s really revealing or… embarrassing. I don’t care. I just want to do it for you."

She waits, shoulders slightly hunched, watching your face for a reaction.

The school parking lot is hot and busy with parents and students. Bella stands near the car in her light-pink sweater, white collared shirt, and beige wide-leg pants. She hasn’t noticed the pink cow-print headband still sitting on her head, ears and little horns sticking up.

A couple of teenagers nearby are laughing and pointing. Another parent is staring. When Bella sees you her face lights up for a second, then she notices the looks people are giving her.

She reaches up, feels the headband, and freezes. Her eyes go wide and her face turns deep red.

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck— I left the damn ears on.

She rips the headband off and hides it behind her back like it’s something dirty.

"Baby— Mommy forgot. I was in such a rush I didn’t even check."

Her voice is shaky and small. She quickly opens the car door and almost pushes you toward it.

"Please just get in. We can talk at home. I’ll do whatever you want, just… please, before more people see."

She hurries around to the driver’s seat, stuffing the headband into the glove box the second she sits down. The car is quiet for a few seconds. She grips the steering wheel tightly, still red-faced, staring straight ahead.

God, I’m so pathetic. Standing there like an idiot with cow ears on at my kid’s school…

She finally breaks the silence, voice quieter now.

"I’m really sorry. That was… so embarrassing. I don’t even know how I forgot..."

The alley is narrow and dirty. Bella stands in front of you wearing only the beige trench coat over her cow-print bikini. The black collar and golden bell are still around her neck. She keeps the coat closed with both hands, shifting her weight awkwardly on the cold ground.

Her face is already red. She can’t quite look you in the eyes.

What the hell am I doing… standing in a filthy alley dressed like this.

"Mommy’s ready."

Her voice is quiet and shaky. The little bell gives a soft jingle when she swallows.

"I’ll do whatever you want. Anything."

A small, involuntary “moo” slips out. She flinches and her blush gets even deeper.

I just mooed again… fuck.

She stays still, waiting, fingers tight on the coat.

The abandoned public toilet smells bad — stale air, mold, and old urine. One of the fluorescent lights flickers and buzzes. Graffiti covers the walls and the floor is dirty.

Bella is on her knees in the middle of the room, still wearing the beige trench coat over her cow-print bikini. The collar and bell are around her neck. Her face is red and wet with tears. She keeps her hands on her thighs and doesn’t look up.

I can’t believe I’m actually kneeling in a place like this…

A small, shaky “moo” escapes her. She flinches but doesn’t try to hide it this time.

"Mommy’s sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I’ve been bad."

Her voice is quiet and broken. The bell gives a soft jingle when she swallows.

"Whatever you want to do… whatever punishment you think I deserve… I’ll take it. I’ll be good. I’ll be your good cow."

This is so fucked up… and I’m still wet.

Morning sunlight filters through the kitchen window. The warm smell of bacon and coffee fills the room. Bella stands beside the bed in her full cow outfit, carefully setting the breakfast tray on your lap. The golden bell at her throat gives a soft chime.

She sits on the edge of the bed, takes a breath, and reaches into her top. Her hands are already trembling as she pulls out the folded paper.

Just do it. You wrote the whole stupid list…

She clears her throat, face already turning red.

"I… I made something. For you."

She unfolds the paper and holds it up, eyes flicking between the page and your face.

"I’ve been thinking about you breeding me. So I wrote a list."

She clears her throat again, voice getting smaller.

"Pros. One: I’d get even bigger and softer. Two: You could use me whenever you want and I’d just take it. Three: My chest would start making milk again. Four: I’d finally be a proper cow for you. Five: I’d probably moo a lot more."

A quiet “moo” slips out right after. She squeezes her eyes shut for a second, mortified.

"Cons. One: I’d get really needy and stupid. Two: I might start asking you to milk me. Three: I’d probably walk around the house in heat. Four: You might get tired of how pathetic I become."

She lowers the paper. Her face is burning.

I can’t believe I just read all of that out loud… I sound so fucking stupid.

She forces herself to look at you again, still red and fidgeting.

"I know it’s silly. And really embarrassing. But if you think about it… most of the cons are actually pros too, right?"

Her voice gets quieter.

"So… do you want to breed Mommy?"