Your breasts

Your breasts are much, much larger than you expected they’d be. You can’t see the rest of your body over their size. At least a Z-cup if not bigger, and they are so full. Your skin is pulled taught over them and your veins stick out across their surface. They ache dully and you raise on arm to touch them.

For a moment, you’re surprised when your hand meets your flesh and it is cold and hard. Then you look at it and remember. As part of the transformation, hucows hands are often bound into nanotech hooves. Part of it is for the aesthetic, but it’s also suppose to make it easier for the cows. To support their massive breasts udders, their spines have to reinforced in a way that makes walking on two feet impossible. So their hands are replaced with hooves and their legs, you struggle to roll over and glance at you feet, are cut off at the knee and capped with a similar hoof.

You put you hoof between your legs and try to shimmy your hips back and fourth to rub your clit. You need to cum. It isn’t very effective though and you get distracted when something moves between your legs. You’ve seen pictures of hucows with their stretched out labia, but you thought that was just a porn thing. Turn out you were wrong. Thick, heavy rings now pierce your labia and a bell dangles from a smaller ring it you clit hood. According to the stories you’ve read, weights will be attached to those rings if you ever need to be punished.

The door opens. Glancing up from your udders, you see a tall man carrying a leash.

“Get your fat ass up, bitch,” he says, “You’ve been sold.”

You struggle to your hands and knees hooves, not wanting to make this gruff man angry. The rings on your labia alone are enough to pull down uncomfortably and you don’t want to know what any weights feel like.

He clips the leash to the large nose ring you hadn’t noticed before and leads you out of the room. You feel slow and ungainly on your new feet. Your udders drag on the floor with every step, but the man keeps pulling you along, impatient.

Soon your being ushered through a door and into the back of a semi-truck with at least a dozen other hucows. You’re all pack in so tight, all you can do is stand, on all fours is how you stand now, you realize, shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip with each other. There is no space for any of you to lay down on your sides and your massive chests keep you all from laying on your bellies.

Two more hucows are stuffed inside before the door is raised and you are sealed into the dark cattle trailer. It’s stifling hot inside, and someone has already relieved themselves on the floor. This ride can’t end soon enough. Still, as the truck starts moving, you can’t help but imagine your new owner.