A surprise

Your beautiful breasts are gone. Your chest is barely an A-cup at most, but your belly and mons are grotesquely distended and you realize in horror that they didn’t make your breasts lactate like they do on all the pornos you’ve watched. They’ve given you an actual udder like a real cow. Horrified, you move your arm to touch the pink flesh.

For a moment, you’re surprised when see a hoof at the end of your arm instead of your hand. 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 mays walking on two feet impossible. So their hands are replaced with hooves and their legs, you glance at you feet, are cut off at the knee and capped with a similar hoof.

Afraid of what you’re going to find, you keep examining your body. Thankfully, you only find the expected. Thick, heavy rings now pierce your labia and a bell dangles from a smaller ring it you clit hood. According to the articles 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 try to protest, to demand that they get rid of the ugly lump of flesh and make you like the hucows on the internet. All that comes out of your mouth though is “Moooo. Moo. Moooo,” and you are crying now. Intellectually, you knew that human-livestock is often silenced, but you didn’t think it would happen to you, except it’s worse. They haven’t just silenced you, they have really turned you into a stupid cow.

Not wanting to make this gruff man angry, you struggle to your hands and knees hooves. Who knows what else they will do to you if you disobey. 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 large udder drags 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. Your even more horrified when you realize most of the women in the trailer with you got the traditional hucow transformation. It is just you and a handful of others who have been turned into freaks.

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.