Gotta look the part ...

A world of blackness, suddenly feels so comforting. Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, nothing to feel ... just nothing! You ponder whether you are dreaming, or actually in another alternate dimension.

Little by little, images of your recent plight flash before you, reminding you of what had transpired. 'Was it just a bad dream?' It's as if you can see your own body from the eyes of another being.

There you are, standing on all fours, your ass jutted extremely high in the air, two extremely bloated udders hanging downward from your chest. You compare their size to that of basketballs, inhuman in proportion to your rather thin frame. What's even more disturbing is the elongated teat hanging down from each orb. Each nipple is easily more than five inches long, and very thick. Sitting on a wooden stool beside you is the handsome farm hand. He is totally naked, his chiseled ass perched perilously on the seat that seems two sizes too small. His rigid cock points skyward towards your abdomen. His muscled arms are stretching forward, reaching for your tits as his calloused hands grip heartily onto your nipples. What at first feels like pleasure, quickly turns to pain as his grip tightens at the base and squeezes downward as he tugs forcefully. The sound of a steady stream of liquid hitting an empty metal pail fills the air. You look lower and see the pail beneath your tits as the nameless stud hand milks you ... just like he would any other cow! Long streams of milk spray from your tits into the pail as he works methodically to drain your udders. You see a smile cross your face as the pressure is alleviated and your tits slowly shrink in size as the milk in the pail rises to the top.

Your eyes suddenly pop open, taking in your current surroundings. While the realization that you were dreaming calms you, the realization that your plight isn't any different slams you in the face. You are so lost in your mix of emotions at this point, you barely register the farm hand manhandling your limbs. Still resting atop the bales of hay and straw, you realize your limbs are no longer shackled to the stockade. Instead, to your horror, you find your arms encased in what can only be described as thick leather, HOOF BOOTS! The leather is covered in mostly fawn brown fur with splotches of white mixed in, and it runs clear up to your shoulders. Black hooves adorn what would be the soles of the boots, into which your hands are bound. Your hands are flattened against the sole, and it feels as if there are heavy weights, dragging your arms to the floor. It's too heavy to lift them more than 4 inches from the ground, so you give up trying!

You look back and "Mooooooo" in shock, aghast to see your legs encased in an identical manner, the boots running all the way up each leg to right below your well-fucked furrow. They feel to be weighted in the same manner, however, in these boots your weight is entirely upon the balls of your feet, your heels stretched inhumanly skyward, elongating your legs, forcing your ass high.

"Moooooooo" You're feeble attempt at protesting your current situation is frustrating as you continue to plead with only your eyes. Able to only focus on the farm hand methodically doing his assigned tasks, you slowly begin to replace concern for your plight, with desire, lust and hunger for this virile god. His physique is so captivating, that the only thoughts flooding your brain at this moment, are his claiming of you sexually. Your eyes are so focused on the bulge in his crotch, that you barely discern the obscene device he's holding in his hand. It looks like a giant cock of sorts, and you can only imagine that it mimics his own manliness. However, attached to the base is a long thin brown cord, with a small tuft of brown fur at the end. You watch as the cock is covered in a slick, oily substance, causing it to glisten in the ambient lighting filtering into the stall. The farm hand disappears from view, and the next thing you feel is ...

"Mooooooooooooooo" The sound escapes from the most deepest parts of your lungs as you feel pressure at your anus, giving way to the strength and **** of the cock being **** into your ass. The oily substance makes it unable for you to resist its advance as it pushes deep into your most private of places. "Moooooo" The only sound you seem able to make any more spews forth as an intense feeling of fullness envelops your being. Deeper and deeper the devise goes until it feels as if it's in your stomach. You suddenly feel your ass clench closed around a tapered base, locking it in place. Only briefly do you try to push it out with your muscles, realizing it's not worth the amount of pain. You relax momentarily as it settles into its new home.

'SMACK' The stinging slap of a strong hand to your ass, causes you to clench tighter, pulling the ass plug deeper into place. It's only then that you can feel 'your tail' swishing against your thighs! 'This can't be happening!' Your screams are echoing in your head making it painful to even think. 'He's really turning me into a ... COW!'

As if the indignation of all that had been done so far wasn't enough, you watch helplessly as the burly man of your dreams adorns you with a large black collar, and affixed to it ... a COWBELL!

"Mooooooooo" You protest, shaking your head from side to side. The 'CLING, CLANG, CLANG' of the bell is deafening, drowning out all other sounds, causing your headache to worsen. "Mooooo"_ You groan in absolute defeat.

But yet, you quickly realize, the worst is yet to come! However degrading, it is not one bit painful as he pierces your right ear with a silver ring, dangling from it a white tag with JH-69 printed in black on both sides.

The farm hand now circles around you, obviously appraising his handiwork. An agreeable smile can be seen growing on his face. His seeming approval somehow fills you with an indescribable warmth and you can feel your cheeks redden as the heat builds from within. His voice was a harmonious melody, soothing the building headache.

"A few more touches and you'll be complete! But that can wait! Right now, I need to ..."