"Do you want to stay on the Hanson farm?" Doctor Marcus asked.
"No! I want to change back!" Gloria cried but only a long "Moo" came from her muzzle.
"That sounds like an approval. It's a pity considering what an attractive woman you were." Doctor Marcus said with en evil grin. "Enjoy your stay, goodbye!" he added and left. Gloria was left behind shocked.
A few days later she was visited by Hanson and another man. Hanson opened her stall up and let the guy wander in and have a closer look at her. He checked her thighs, her shoulders, her udder, and her back.
"Yep, she looks to be prime material." The man said.
"Well I thought about to breed her before I sell her for meat." Hanson said.
"Nah, I wouldn't, she is at a good health and age now, she can fetch you a pretty penny, any older and you would lose profit." The man said.
"Well what about you? I can sell her to you for the same price you gave me for my cow with the heart tattoo last month". Hanson said.
"Hmm... I understand a special breed. I could get some nice cuts from her, I guess I could do $10000." The man said.
The two shook hands and left the barn. Gloria just stood there in awe. She was enjoying her time as cow, that she often forget, she was truly just a cow now.
A couple weeks went by and Hanson started making it no secret at this point that she was just a meat animal now. He wasn't even letting her out of her stall anymore, and was feeding her pellets from her trough. She noticed that she had become quite the plump cow. Perfect slaughter weight.
Then the day came, and Hanson looped a rope around Gloria's neck and herded her across the farm to a separate pen far from sight of the rest of the animals. The butcher came with a truck and set up a fence in front the gate to the pen, there was no escaping. But that thought never crossed her mind. Gloria was a cow now, she chose to become this, and she knew going in that this was a possibility. She followed willingly, and everything was calm and methodical. No cattle prod was required. Hanson pushed her up against the fence and the butcher held her there in place as Hanson bound her legs to the fencing. Her heart was racing. The butcher drew a knife and with a practised hand, slit her throat. Gloria tried mooing but all that came out was bubbling gasps. The butcher held her head up, allowing the wound to stay open and for my blood to drain faster. With another wheeze she collapsed. They left her there to bleed for a while, then strung her up on her back legs, lifted up her onto a hook on a bar to finish draining.
Her leather hide was tanned and proceeded to produce 18 leather belts and 4 leather boots. Her flank was made into prime rump roast while the majority of her meat was separated out into patties and steaks, her ribs getting their own section and box. Her tongue and hooves were separated and kept for the specialty shops that offered cow's tongue and hoof soup. Her bones were piled to be used as chew toys for the pet play stores and the muscles that couldn’t be used for high end meat shops was ground into dog food. Even her udder was kept and hardened, forming a one-of-a-kind ceramic bowl to be shipped to a high-end antiques store. Nothing of the bovine went to waist. Every product was labelled with an picture of Gloria. On the front-side of each product Gloria the cow was pictured and on the back-side Gloria the former human in jeans with leather belt and leather boots was pictured.