Bessie muttered as she carried you through her home. "I can't believe I have another one," she said. "Why is it that every new slave I get turns into a baby when I feed him? And why is it different in women?" She carries you into a pretty big room. Other than you, there are twenty-three other babies like yourself. Each one is in a large crib-like thing. Bessie places you in an empty crib.
"There," she sighs. She walks to the other side of the room. You look around you. You see that there are two other cow-women like Bessie. They are all shorter than Bessie, though. Both are covered in fur; one has brown fur, the other has yellowish fur. Like Bessie, each one has short horns, cow ears, a muzzle, and hooves. Also, each one has a large udder like Bessie has. The two cowgirls (excluding Bessie) are asleep.
"Wake up," Bessie tells each girl. They all wake up. Each cow-girl groggily stands up. "I've got another baby," Bessie tells them.
"Another one?" asks the cow-girl with yellow fur. "You have twenty-four now?" The cow-girl speaks with a youthful voice. Bessie nods.
"Have you fed them yet?" Bessie asks. The other cow-girl, the brown-furred one, speaks up.
"We were about to," she says in a more mature-sounding voice than the yellow-furred one.
Bessie sighs. "I just fed him," she says, pointing at you. "You might want to feed him again however; he just transformed. Make sure the others are fed; if you need me, I'll be sleeping." Bessie walks off.
The yellow-furred cow-girl stretches. "Time to go to work," she says, chuckling. She goes over to the cribs. She picks up one of the babies and places him on a soft mat. She puts another three on the mat. The brown-furred one does this too.
Both cow-girls place their udders towards the babies. Four babies latch on to each cow-girl's udder. After those four babies have finished drinking, the cow-girls place them back in their cribs and put another four on their mats. Eventually you are picked up. The brown-furred cow-girl puts you to her udder. You find a teat and latch on to it. You suck milk from the cow-girl until you are full.
"Job's done," the brown-furred cow-girl sighs. You quickly drift to sleep. When you wake up, something odd has happened...