18 Years Later.

It's been years since you last spoke a human word.

Years since you walked outside of the Manor.

Years since anyone treated you like a human.

Mr Williams was true to his word. The collar around your neck is like a part of your body now, only ever removed for bathing. Branding you wasn't a euphimisim. A hot poker with his family seal was pressed into the flesh of your ass, burning your forever with a mark of his ownership, with proof of your subhuman nature. You cried and screamed from the pain of it all, having to be strapped down so you wouldn't wriggle and ruin the work. But after as you lay sobbing, Mr Williams granting you gentle comfort, you offered up only a single phrase to him. 'Thank you.' He smiled, kissed you, and ordered you to never say a single word ever again.

And then there was the breeding.

You've only ever had sex with Mr Williams, and only ever raw. He's kept you at such a steady rate of impregnation and birthing that it's hard to remember what it's like for your breasts to not be full of milk and your womb carrying a child. Your first was a daughter, who Mr Williams simply named '2'. She was going to be a cow just like her mother he had explained, she wouldn't need a human name. Your second had been a son, the heir that Mr Williams so desired. After that, only daughters. You didn't know how he achieved that, but you don't care to think about it. Your next meal, your next bath, your next fucking, and tending to the children under your care are your only pursuits now. Some daughters stay awhile, others are gone almost as soon as they're birthed. Some will be daughters, some will grow up to be brides, others are fated to become cows.

Today is the day 2 truly becomes a cow.

The only daughter Mr Willaims kept. 2 had grown into a beautiful cow. Large natural breasts, round child bearing hips, and a tiny waist that begged to be fattened with child. You were there when the day came for her to be branded, hushing and cooing her through the burning, then kissing and petting her to soothe her in the wake of it. You were going to be there when Mr Williams began to breed her too.

She smiled with happy nerves at you as Mr Williams, your Owner, her Father entered the little room you both shared. 2 Had been such good help looking after her siblings, and now she was going to start carrying them herself. And then... maybe... Mr Williams would notice how trim your waist is now, how ready you are to make her another little sister too.