Cowgirl

The cowgirl, who’d been watching, bent over and took the syringe from my hand. She sniffed it and looked surprised. “You’ve been injected with the wrong serum, sweetie. You’re turning into a cowgirl. Don’t worry, it’ll pass. Just lie still and let it happen.”

Her words were hardly reassuring, but my panic grew as my body continued to shift. The horns grew longer and my skin began to take on a faint sheen.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" I squealed in horror.

"It's part of the job," she said with a knowing smile. "You should've read the fine print on your contract. If you inject yourself you go from staff to stock…”

Her voice trailed off as she took in my terrified expression. The horns grew thicker and longer, poking through my hair and pushing it out of the way. The sheen grew stronger, my skin tightening and becoming softer as I shrunk in size. The smell of hay and animal musk filled my nostrils, and I could feel my mind becoming hazier, less... human.

"What... what do I do?" I whimpered, my voice now high-pitched and feminine.

The cowgirl's smile grew wider. "You just let it run its course. You'll be right as rain in no time, ready to join the herd."

I lay there, my body writhing uncontrollably as it continued to morph. The swelling in my chest grew more intense, and I felt my shirt tearing open as my breasts inflated to a massive size, heavy and sensitive. I could feel my mind slipping away, replaced by a primal instinct to serve the farm and its needs.

The cowgirl knelt beside me, stroking my hair and speaking soothingly. "Don't worry, it's all part of the experience now. You'll be just fine."

As the serum coursed through my veins, my body began to feel more... alive, my senses heightened to a supernatural degree. I could hear the distant murmur of the other cowgirls in their stalls, the rustle of straw, and even the buzzing of flies outside. My eyesight changed, the world becoming more vivid, and I could see details that I'd never noticed before.

My hands, now much smaller and more delicate, explored my new form. My fingertips traced the hardening tips of my horns, feeling the warmth and life in them. My breasts felt like they were on fire, begging to be touched, to be… milked?! I was both repulsed and intrigued by the transformation, but the fear was giving way to something else, something that resonated with the primal instincts that had been awakened.

“Oooh you want to be bred right? I’ve seen that look before…”

Her voice was sweet, almost motherly, as she open the remains of my shirt, my new milk engorged breasts spilling out. They were massive, each one easily the size of a watermelon, the nipples swollen and dark, leaking milk. My mind was a fog of confusion and terror, but my body felt a strange, **** need to be touched.

The cowgirl began to massage my breasts, her rough hands squeezing and kneading the tender flesh. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and pain that made me squirm and moan. "Easy, now," she murmured. "Let it out."

My nipples grew even larger, and as she pinched and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers, I felt a spurt of milk shoot out, landing on the hay-covered floor with a wet splat. The sound and sensation of it sent a jolt through my body, and I realized that I was becoming more and more aroused. The fear was being replaced by a **** need to be used, to serve the farm in the way that the other cowgirls did.

Her hands moved down to my pants, and with surprising ease, she undid the button and zipper. My now tiny cock was already hard but shrinking and turning into a clit, and she chuckled, stroking it gently before pushing it back between my legs. "No use for that here, darlin'. You're a cowgirl now, and cowgirls get bred through their pussies, not their cocks."

I watched in horror as my genitals transformed before my eyes, swelling and rearranging themselves into a pink, wet slit, already glistening with excitement. I could feel the walls of my pussy contracting, begging for something to fill me. "P-please," I begged, but the words came out as a high-pitched whine.

The cowgirl looked down at me, her eyes full of understanding. "It's okay, sweetie," she cooed. "You're going to love it here. Just let go and embrace your new life." With surprising strength, she hoisted me up onto her shoulders and carried me out of the shed, to the bulls for breeding.

The journey was a blur of confusion and fear, the world around me a whirlwind of sights, sounds, and smells that overwhelmed my senses. The other cowgirls looked on with a mix of curiosity and envy as I was brought before the bulls, my massive breasts bouncing with each step she took. They were all so much more... animal than I ever thought possible. Their eyes were glazed over with lust, their pussies dripping with anticipation.

The bulls were massive, muscular men with exaggerated genitals that hung heavily between their legs. They were all naked, and their bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat that made them glisten in the dim light of the breeding barn. They were already aroused, their cocks standing tall and thick, and they sniffed the air hungrily as I was brought closer.

The cowgirl set me down in front of the biggest bull, his eyes burning with lust as he took in my new form. He was easily twice my size, and I could feel his hot breath on my face as he pawed at the ground impatiently. The cowgirl leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "You're going to love this, I promise."

With a sudden jerk, she pushed my head down to the bull's crotch, and I found myself face to face with his monstrous cock. The smell was overpowering, a mix of musk and sweat that seemed to fill the entire room. My new cowgirl instincts took over, and before I could even think, I opened my mouth and took him in, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft as I tried to accommodate his girth.