To become a hucow

Thanks to the new advances in science and technology, an answer has finally been found to address both the animal rights issues and the environmental issues caused by large scale farming. Human volunteers now take the place of the animals. With the right nanites and genetic modification, humans can become dairy cows, ponies, pigs, and even chickens.

Unfortunately, this means the volunteers lose their legal status as a person and are instead reclassified as livestock, but the volunteer’s family get a nice check from whatever farm purchases the new hu-animal as compensation for their sacrifice.

You aren’t doing it for the money though. You’ve fantasized about becoming a hucow since you were old enough to understand what it meant. You want the overly large breasts, no udders. You want to live on a farm and have nothing to worry about beyond getting milked. You want someone else to be in charge.

You approach a friendly receptionist. On the surface, she appears unaltered, but when you get closer you can see her gleaming blue cybernetic eyes. There is no way of knowing what other enhancement she has.

"Welcome to the Mod Clinic. Do you have an appointment?" she greets you, her voice warm and soothing.

“Yeah,” you reply, “My name is Alex Smith.”

She closes her unnerving eyes for a moment. You can see them moving back and forth behind her eyelids. Searching the clinic’s database, you realize. She has been linked directly to their internal systems.

“Ah!” she suddenly exclaims, opening her eyes again, “Found you! Here for a hucow transformation, right?”

Your face flames red at her loud pronouncement. “Yeah, That’s me.”

“Excellent! You’ll need to fill out these waivers," she hands you a tablet, “and someone will be with you as soon as possible.”

You find an empty chair, the smooth contours of its surface inviting you to make yourself comfortable. The tablet in your hands feels cool and reassuringly weighty. With a few taps and swipes, you provide the necessary information, your name, age, and reason for your visit.

The minutes pass in a haze of anticipation as you complete the form.

Once you've finished entering your information, you return the tablet to the receptionist. She accepts it with a nod of approval, her gleaming cybernetic eyes focusing on you.

"Thank you, Alex. Someone will be with you shortly. Feel free to take a seat, you'll be called in as soon as we have a room available."

You acknowledge her with a grateful smile and head to one of the waiting area's comfortable chairs. The room is filled with people from all walks of life, each with their unique enhancements and stories to tell. Some glance up from their own devices, sharing a moment of understanding with you.

It must be at least 10 minutes before your name is finally called.

“Alex Smith!”

You look up to see a young nurse waiting for you. 50 years ago, her outfit would have been described as a “sexy nurse costume” but these days it is normal for submissives to wear such clothing everyday. It’s healthier for them to be able to express their identity. Those heels though have to be killing her feet though.

With a sense of anticipation coursing through you, you rise from the chair and go to her. She guides you through a door and down a pristine corridor, passing through doors that glide open, revealing well-lit rooms and futuristic equipment. The scent of antiseptic hangs lightly in the air, a reminder that, despite the marvels of nanotech and body modifications, the fundamentals of healthcare remain.

Your led into a private examination room.

"For the procedure, you'll need to remove all your clothing. You can put it with any belongings you brought with you in the bin there," she points to a blue plastic bin on the floor. "When you're ready, have a seat in the chair, and a doctor will be with you shortly."