On...a farm?

I slowly woke up to the sounds of...mooing? I opened my eyes and found myself in a pen "What the hell?" I ask and then I noticed the other pens and that they...they were...they were filled with...MEN?!?!?!?! All of the pens we filled with at least one man, most having more than one. All of the men wore cow print cloths of varies types but one commonality between all of them was that their cocks were exposed (and the second was that they had big cocks, some had to be 18" long) "Moo, hello." I heard behind me.

I looked behind me to see an 19 year old boy in cow print leg warms, sleeveless shirt and detached sleeves (why have a sleeveless shirt if your going to have sleeves) "Who the hell are you?" I asked "Moo, please moo before each of you sentences." he said back "Where am I?" "Moo, moo before each sentence." he said "Like.." "Moo" "Would you..." "Moo" he was starting to get agitated "Why are..." "MOOOOOOOOOO!" he said agitated "FINE...I...I mean..." I blushed red with embarrassment "Moo, fine." "Moo, there was that so hard."

"Moo, OK will you answer all my questions now?" I said still blushing "Moo, sure thing, shoot." I inhaled deeply, exhaled and asked "Moo, where am I?" "Moo, your on Toms Farm." "Moo, how'd I get here?" "Moo, Tom brought you here from the woods. Moo, if he hadn't the wolves might've **** you." 'The wolves **** people here. Note to self stay out of the woods.' I thought "Moo, who are you?" "Moo, the names Kyle." "Moo, why are you here?" "Moo, I turned 18 a couple months ago, and wanted to become a cow." 'He...he willingly became a...a cow.'

"Moo, what is Tom going to do to me?" "Moo, don't worry, he'll let you go if you don't want to be a cow. Moo, but I would personally suggest you do."