Written by Gabrielle. Contains transformations. All rights reserved by this website and Gabby.
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Moo Chapter 1
Her eyes locked on the man that stood across the room. He had a reputation of being a severe torture master. Laura knew that if she were to ever give her life to him, nothing would ever be the same again. None of the men ever told exactly what Matt did to the women that left with him, but Laura knew they were never seen at the pain parties again.
Her heart began to beat rapidly as Matt approached her. Laura started to run, but stood, waiting, and knowing what would happen. He said, “I understand you have been asking about me.”
She could only nod.
Matt asked, “Do you think you want to give yourself to me?”
Somehow, she found her voice and said, “I lost my job this week and have no family that is near. I'm lonely and scared. I was seriously considering talking to you tonight.”
He laughed, handed her a business card, and said, “You aren’t ready for me. Get your life in order and then call me.”
She grabbed his arm as he spun away from her. Laura said pleadingly, “I wanted to go with you before I lost my job. It was just that the job held me back. Now that I'm free, I can live my dreams.”
Matt turned to face her once more and said, “Do you have any idea what I do to girls like you?”
“No.”
“Good,” he smiled and said, “I don’t like my girls to have any preconceived ideas about life on the farm.”
“You will accept me?” she asked hopefully.
He asked, “Do you willingly give me your life, body, and soul to do with as I wish?”
She nodded as her hands shook. This decision was one she hoped she would never regret.
“Leave your number, “Matt said as he pointed to the bartender, “and you will receive a call with directions.”
“Yes sir,” she said.
Matt walked away and that was the last time she ever saw him.
The next three weeks were excruciating as she waited for the phone to ring. A week after the party she had received a letter telling her to get her affairs in order. Laura had done just that. She had set a date to have the utilities turned off and had given notice to the landlord, who wasn’t happy that she was skipping out on the lease.
By the next week, Laura was sitting naked in her bare apartment. She had divided her clothes between Goodwill and the homeless woman down the street. The furniture, of which most had been bought on credit, was returned to the store. What few things she owned, she gave to people walking down the street, and to her neighbors. The only article of clothing she had was a long men’s t-shirt. This was all that covered her body when she had to make short treks outside the apartment.
Laura sat nude on the floor, legs crossed, as she stared at the pile of photos and letters in front of her. This was every love letter, photos of her family, and her birth certificate. She scooped them up and dumped them into a small wastebasket. The match flickered to life as she struck it to the side of the box. The girl looked into the wastebasket and saw all that had been her life. In one instant it would all vanish.
The paper in the wastebasket grew quickly to a roaring fire. The heat from it felt hot against her face. For some reason, watching her past was satisfying, because she had a new future ahead of her. Laura leaned against the wall and watched the flame die along with her past.
The telephone startled her as it rang. She saw the lone object in an otherwise empty room and thought how out of place it was. Nervously, she crawled across the room and took the tiny cell phone in her trembling hand and said as she opened it, “Hello?”
The strange voice asked, “Did you follow all the instructions?”
Laura looked at the smoke rising from the wastebasket and replied, “Yes.”
There was no emotion to the voice on the phone. It didn't seem to wish for a particular answer. The voice said, “Stand out side and a truck will be by shortly.”
The phone went silent. She dropped it to the floor, not caring if it broke. Laura stood, slipped on the large t-shirt, and walked to the door. She turned to survey the apartment she had spent the last six years in and walked out the door, knowing she would never miss the life that belonged to the apartment. She left the wastebasket that contained the ashes of her past and the family that had long ago abandoned her.
She stood on the sidewalk; people stared at her nearly naked body. If the truck didn’t come soon, she feared she might be arrested. Laura’s heart was beating wildly as she saw a large truck approach and then stop in front of her. She was reaching for the door handle when the man leaned over and said demandingly, “In the back with you.”
Steel slats, forming a fence like structure, surrounded the back of the truck. The lower part was covered with canvas, while the upper part was open. With temperatures in the sixties, she knew the ride wouldn’t be a comfortable one. A canvas covered the back of the truck from top to bottom. She pulled herself into the truck and fell over something. She saw that it was another girl.
Laura apologized to the woman with blonde hair and immediately felt a pain in her left shoulder. A pain so great it nearly knocked her out the back of the truck. A beautiful woman with long black hair stood before her holding a cattle shocking prod. The woman said, “Get that shirt off and don’t ever let me hear you speak again.”
Laura did as the woman said and found a place to sit near the back. She hadn't expected other girls to be in the truck, but there were more than a dozen, and all naked as she was. Laura wanted to ask so many questions, but didn’t dare risk the cattle prod again.
They rode all day. There was no way to get comfortable in the back of the cold, windswept truck. The wind blew the canvas constantly, playing a constant, annoying rhythm. One girl had tried lie down, but was shocked on her pussy with the cattle prod by the dark haired woman. The woman was obviously their guard and was there to see to it they were didn't get comfortable.
Just when Laura thought she couldn’t take the cold and hard floor any longer, the truck turned onto a dirt road. The guard finally spoke and said, “We are at the farm. When we get there, go into the house to be processed. There you will have your last chance to back out. You will also get your first orders. When you have these orders, do them exactly as written or you might not live to see another day. By that time you will have signed over your life to the farm.”
When the truck stopped, Laura was the second off since she had been the last on. She was led into a room and the door closed behind her. She stood there unsure of what to do. The room looked more like it belonged in a hospital than a farm. This made the girl even more nervous and started to rethink her decision.
Thirty minutes later the door opened, a man in a white smock entered, and said as he handed her a clipboard, “Read this and sign it. If you don’t sign it a truck will leave within the hour.”
Laura read the form. It stated that the farm got all rights to her body. They were to modify it as they deemed fit. If at any time they feel the body is of no further use, they had the right to terminate it. The girl closed her eyes as her trembling fingers gripped the pen they held. Suddenly, as if acting on its own accord, her hand guided the pen as it signed her name.
The man didn't smile or give any indication he was happy that she had signed. He said only, “Lay on the table and someone will attend to you shortly.”
She did as she was told; the table was hard, much like the one in her doctor’s office. A few minutes later a woman wearing a white coat came in and said, “Open your mouth.”
Laura did as ordered and the woman inserted a steel clamp to force her mouth open even wider. It was a clamp similar to the ones she had seen her dentist use. The woman then sprayed something in Laura’s mouth and the girl felt it go numb.
The woman, that appeared to be a doctor, began doing something in her mouth. It hurt slightly, but not terribly. She had felt more pain in sessions with her masters. A few minutes later, the doctor said, “Don’t try speaking for a few days.”
This delighted Laura, this meant that she would eventually be allowed to speak again. She had feared she would be forced into a life of silence. She was then allowed to sit up and a blindfold was placed over her eyes. The doctor said, “Sit here and someone will come to take you to your stall.” Just before the doctor left, she gave Laura an injection. The shot was more painful than the previous procedure had been.
Laura thought, “Stall?”
Just as the doctor had said, someone came and led her from the building. The ground hurt her the feet that had worn shoes most of her life. Laura hoped she might eventually get to wear shoes once again. Going barefoot the rest of her life wasn't something to which she looked forward.
Eventually, they stopped and the person said, “Once you hear the door close you can take off the blindfold.”
She nodded, remembering that she wasn’t to speak for several days. She didn't expect what she found as she removed the blindfold. The room was exactly as it had been called, a stall. The floor was dirt, covered with hay. There were no windows, only a vent at the top of one wall. The walls were rough-hewn wood. There was no place to sleep other than the floor. Laura knew the hay would itch terribly and hoped her body would eventually get used to it. If not, she was going to have a miserable existence.
Her throat began to hurt, so she looked around for a pitcher of water. The only sign of water was a trough near the door. She looked into it and was glad to see that the water was clean, as well as the trough itself. Laura sat down, the hay digging into her rear, and began to scoop water into her hands, ladling it to her mouth. The water was cool and refreshing, just what her throat needed.
After getting her fill of water, she began to feel drowsy. Soon there was no fighting the sleep and she curled up on the hay covered floor, ignoring the itching, and fell fast asleep.
Laura awakened and her head ached as if she had been hit with a hammer. Sleep filled her eyes and she raised a hand to rub her eyes and was shocked to full alertness by what she saw. Her hand and arm was in a cast, as was her other one. She screamed, but the only sound that came out was a deep, “AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH.”
The girl screamed again and once more the sound came out as, “AAAARRRRGGHHH.”
It was only now that she realized what the doctor had done to her. She, somehow, knew that had happened days ago, not hours, as she had first thought. As calmly as possible, Laura sat up to see what else had been done to her body. To her shock, her legs had been removed at the knee. The stumps were covered in thick bandages. She couldn't begin to imagine what had been done to her hand. All she could think of through the shock was, “Why?”
She then noticed the pain in her abdomen and looked down to see stitches that traveled the entire length of her abdomen. Laura began to cry at what had been done to the body she had always admired. Her body had been the only thing in her life she had ever admired about herself. She hated herself for allowing these people to mutilate it.
Days passed as she felt less sorrow and began to wonder more about what they had done to her. She drank the cool water and ate the mush from the other trough. One thing had changed, with her hands in cast she was no longer able to feed herself, she was forced to stick her mouth in the water and mush. After eating and drinking she wipe her face as best as possible on the hay-covered floor.
Toilet issues had arisen as well. It didn’t take the girl long to figure out she should use one corner of her stall for that purpose. That made it easier for the men that came to clean her stall. Each week someone would come and check her wounds. Each time they would smile and tell her she was doing great.
It had been a month when the doctor came in and said, “I think its time to remove your bandages and to change your diet. Once we have you walking around, we'll discuss your eating instructions.”
It took a saw to remove the cast and what Laura saw wasn't what she had imagined. Her hands had been removed and something resembling a cloven hoof had been grafted onto the end. The most astonishing thing about her arms was the fact her elbows had been inverted. Her arms now bent backward, not toward her mouth. It was clear to the girl she would never use her arms for much more than moving around.
Her legs had been more predictable. They had been cut off at the knee just as she had thought. The only thing she hadn’t expected was how. What had been the knee, was now tapered and a similar hoof had been grafted on.
The doctor said, “Let's see you stand on your new legs.”
Laura, now, understood why her arms had been mutilated; she had been transformed into a four-legged animal. Reserved to her fate, she did as the doctor asked and twisted around until she lying on her belly. It took some work, but she managed to get on her four new legs. It hurt at first, but the longer she stood on them the better they felt.
Without being told what to do, she took a tentative first step and fell. She would have to retrain her mind to use the new limbs. Still, she managed to walk halfway across the stall without falling. The feeling she felt was not one she had expected, instead of anger or pity, she felt elated to have accomplished the small feat of walking on her new legs. She began to look forward to being totally healed and practicing, walking with her new legs.
The doctor proudly said, “You did well the first time. Now there are some other things you need to know. You have been given injections to help you produce milk. You should begin to lactate soon, but if you don't produce enough milk with the injections we'll have to impregnate you.”
The thought of being milked excited her and the thought of forced impregnation had always been a fantasy of hers. This nightmare was turning into her life long fantasy come true. The doctor interrupted her thoughts and said, “Now, you need to learn how to eat. You have been living off feed and water. It's time you learn to eat your main staple, grass.”
By now, this didn't surprised the girl, but she wondered what the doctor meant by “learning to feed”.
She didn’t have long to ponder this. The doctor said, “I am sure you have noticed the incision in your abdomen. We modified your digestive system. It took some time for the changes to take full effect. We have been giving you drugs to delay the full effects.”
The doctor nonchalantly stuck Laura with a needle in the ass and said, “In a few minutes you will have the urge to belch. The food you have eaten the past twenty-four hours has been held in one of your stomachs.”
Laura remembered back to high school science and how cows had four chambers in the stomach. The first one was where the food went when first swallowed. There it was broken apart, partially digested, and regurgitated. Later it was re-chewed and then swallowed once more where it was finally digested into the body.
At that moment, Laura burped and found an awful taste in her mouth. Beyond that, she could taste the mush she had been eating. Since this had been soft mush to begin with, she had little to do other than swallow it once more.
The doctor said, “I see it’s working already. You can practice with the hay on the floor. If you master that, the grass will work out even better.”
After the doctor left, Laura realized she was starving. She also realized the shot had been retarding her hunger. She had soon regurgitated and swallowed all that was in her first stomach. Tentatively, she took a bite of the hay on the floor. It was dry and chewy. She chewed until her jaws were beginning to ache and finally swallowed. She repeated this until she could chew no longer.
Laura laid on the floor wondering how long it would take before she could begin chewing her cud. The hay had, so far, done little to stave off her hunger. An hour later she tried belching and up came the hay. The time in her stomach had softened the hay remarkably. She chewed, breaking it into even smaller pieces and then swallowed. The taste was horrible, but she had to eat and this was all she had.
That night Laura was eating either fresh hay from the floor, or chewing her cud. She remembered back to school and how the cow spent much of its life chewing. She knew if she were to survive, she would have to chew.
That morning she awakened and laid there chewing her cud when a strange man entered her stall. She looked at the man and mooed. Laura had been practicing on her voice and had a realistic moo, now. The man said, “The doc says its okay for you to be turned out to pasture. Say goodbye to your cozy stall.”
Nervous about leaving her home, she followed the man, walking expertly on her newly formed legs. She had spent hours in the stall walking back and forth. Laura had even managed to trot a little. It was odd walking somewhere other than in the small stall. Her growing breasts swayed rhythmically as she walked. She knew they were filling with milk by the size and the increased weight. The girl wondered what it would be like to be milked.
They exited the barn and the bright sunlight hurt her eyes as first. Yet the sun was welcomed on her back. The man noticed how she reacted to the sun and said, “There are a clump of tree just on that hill. That’s where most of the cows gather on hot days. You have no hide so be careful to not get sunburned.”
Laura nervously walked off from the man and out into the massive pasture. Until now she had never thought about there being with other cows like herself. She was nervous about meeting them, but also knew it world be nice to have some company, even if they couldn’t talk.
The girl-cow nibbled on the grass as she walked slowly up the hill. She found some grass tasted better than others. She wasn’t sure how long or how far she had traveled, but saw the trees were near. Underneath it she could make out forms.
Nervously, Laura approached the cows standing under the tree. As soon as she entered the shade, the girl cow was glad to be out of the sun. All the girl cows looked at Laura, sizing her up. One particular cow with red hair smiled at Laura and came close enough to touch her cheek to hers. Even without speech, this made her feel welcomed. The rest of the day she and the red cow stayed close as they nibbled grass.
After a while, the red cow began to walk away. A short distance away she turned to looked back at Laura as if asking her to follow. She was later glad she had. They went down the hill to another shady spot with a cold stream running through it. The cold spring water felt good on her parched throat.
She and the red cow became constant companions. Laura had noticed this wasn't uncommon. Many of the other cows stayed in groups of varying size. Life in the pasture was relatively nice. At night it often got cold, but she huddled with her new friend to stay warm.
On the fifth day things took a turn for the worse. The sky turned dark and it began to rain. Laura watched the other cows and thought they might go to the barn for shelter, but they all gathered under the tree and huddled close.
The rain was cold and bitter, the tree offered little protection. For the first time, Laura was truly regretting her decision. Until then, nothing had been unbearable. Tears, mixed with the rain, began to stream down her cheek. Her red cow friend saw this and kissed her on the lips. She welcomed the touch and for the first time since arriving at the farm, she felt human. Still, during the kiss there was a reminder, she could taste the other girl’s cud.
It rained for three days; the pasture had turned to mud. The only grass they could eat that didn’t have dirt on it was the very tip of the blades. The dirt didn’t matter because the rain had finally stopped and they were able to eat grass that hadn’t been trampled on by the other cows.
For several days she had noticed the increasing pressure in her breasts. On this day it had turned to pain. She looked down to see her breasts had quadrupled in size from her previous “B” cups. With no other options, she left her friend and made her way down the hill. She walked to a man that was washing a cow. He looked at her and said, “Oh I see someone is ready to be milked.” He pointed and said, “Go to that barn.”
Laura walked up to a man that was standing at the door, he opened it and she walked in. Each wall of the milk barn was line with stalls, with cows filling most of them. Laura followed the man to an empty stall. It was so small she barely fit. At the end was a small slot for her head. There she found two troughs, one with fresh water, and the other with mush similar to what she had eaten in her stall. The man pressed a button and the gate closed, forcing her shoulders against the front of the small stall, holding her securely in position.
She heard a sound and something rose from the floor below. She felt something come in contact with her nipples. There was a sucking sound and the machine began to gently suck the milk from her breasts. Within moments, the pain in her breasts subsided.
It took over an hour for the milking process. She was sure the machine sucked well past the time it took to retrieve her milk. She then remembered how the sucking action of babies increased milk production. Finally, the machine withdrew and the gate opened. Laura made the long trek back up the hill to her friend. They smiled brightly at seeing each other. This had been the fist time they had been separated since meeting. Laura was sure she was falling in love with the cow.
Each day she made the trek to the barn to be milked. Laura began to notice that some cows made the trip twice a day. Laura eventually had enough output for two trips. All the men smiled when they saw her coming, they told her how she produced more than any cow in the barn.
One day while in the barn being milked the doctor came to her and said, “When you are finished here come to the room at the end of the barn.”
An hour later she was standing in the room before the doctor. The doctor said, “I've been developing new techniques and I want you to be the first.”
Laura nodded nervously, unable to imagine what else they might do to her. Two men picker her up and laid her on the table. The doctor gave her a shot and the bright light of the room vanished. How long Laura was out, she didn’t know.
She awakened in the stall she had been in when first coming to the farm. Laura stretched, managed to get up, and made her way to the watering trough. She drank until she could hold no more and then noticed her reflection in the water. All but her lips, nose, cheeks, and the areas around her eyes were covered with brown fur. She looked at her body as best she could and saw it too was covered in hair. Only her breasts and belly were bare of hair.
There was something else different, but she couldn’t figure it out. She could feel something that wasn’t there before. Straining to look backward, she gasped at what she saw, a tail. It protruded from her tailbone and was covered with the same soft brown hair that now covered her body. As much as she was shocked to see the tail, she thought of its benefits. Too often flies would light on her back and with her modified arms it was nearly impossible to shoo them away.
That evening she was released back into the pasture. She was in a hurry to see her friend and to show off her new coat. Laura knew the new fur was going to make a huge difference at night and when the cold rains came.
Just as she had imagined, the other girl-cows hurried over to examine the new tail and fur. Laura mooed happily as she saw her red haired friend. She wanted to hug her, but that was impossible with her modified arms. They did kiss, but Laura noticed there was something missing in the kiss.
Weeks went buy and the new coat had proven valuable. While the others shivered in the cold rain, Laura continued to graze comfortably in the pasture. This took its toll on the girl-cow because the other girl-cows began to treat her as an outcast, even her best friend, red, was reluctant to come around her.
Laura began to spend her nights alone and crying. As much had she accepted the fact she was no longer a human, she hated what she had become. She wanted to die because she could never be like the other girl-cows… she was, now, different. She hoped the next time she went to the milk barn that she would never return.
One day returning from the milk barn, she noticed red was gone. She feared the worse. Laura had seen cows being taken in to the barn and slaughtered. She knew that might be her fate, someday. That was the accepted part of living life as a cow. Still, she would never want her friend to go to slaughter before herself.
A few days later, she was lying on the ground chewing her cud and despairing. She heard a familiar moo and looked up to some something red coming toward her. She got quickly to her hooves and trotted down the hill toward the mooing cow. To her surprise and delight, it was red. She was back and covered in beautiful red fur.
When the two girl-cows met, they kissed passionately. There was no doubt; the two of them had fallen desperately in love. Even under these circumstance Laura had manage to find something she had never known as a human, love. Now that red had fur and a tail, she was no longer different and shied didn't away from Laura.
In the weeks to come all the girl-cows got a tail and fur. Laura was no longer different. She was accepted back under the tree with the others, but it was rare she could be found there. More often she and red were out in the pasture eating and kissing.