Sensation upon radical sensation has your mind all tied up with the various new feelings of being a naked animal. Your tail is the most sensual as it sways and swings with every step. It too likes to be lifted and slapped into those broadened thighs.
Your long and large ears are next as they to wiggle your the slightest irritation.
At first it is a neat sensation this feeling so huge. The udder between your hind legs puts pressure on them as the volume of milk builds. The weight of your udder hanging down is making you uncomfortable. It splies apart your hind legs making you waddle in a very unfashionable manner.
Standing with the others in a corral waiting one with the others for to be milked your body rubs their's gathering the scent of cows.
The scent is not quite what you might call perfume. It is a definate odor, almost a stentch. The rank cows around you have long since laid about the corral and rolled about the mire. Mud puddles made of manure, urine, and rain water give the other cows their very primal scents.
It isn't until one of those two inch long horseflies which lites down and begins searching the folds of skin making up your vagina, and then one's anus does the new sensation change to agrivatition.
Slapping your tail about the rear it is now busy keeping the flies from biting your flesh. The large itching welts they leave make you stand with your butt ot the barn's side and rub, rub, and rub the itchy lumps.
It is at these unhappy moments comes the realization that for the rest of your acured' life you are going to battle the onslaught of such vermin. Flies, insects, filth, the muddy mire which is everywhere, all of this will make you, a cow remember yor just an animal.