Did Master need help? Did he want something from Clint? Dustin looked outside to where Clint had been standing, but instead of Clint she saw a large black animal that she’d never seen before. It was much bigger than Clint, much bigger than Master. It had strange, solid feet, a long, ropey tail, and two horns coming out of a thick head.
Did Master want her to do something with that animal?
Dustin went to move towards the backdoor when she heard a loud clicking sound and realized that she couldn’t feel the floor anymore. Looking down her paws were… different? She couldn’t see – or feel – her toes. Instead, she saw two thick, black nails running up into her leg.
She looked at Master for help, only to realize that Master was smaller than he should be – and he kept getting smaller. In fact, the whole room was getting smaller as expanding muscle and fat caused her body to swell and bulk.
She could feel her fur thin out as her tail grew longer and more ropelike. She could feel a brush swishing back and forth against her hindlegs, before realizing that she was feeling the swish of the new tassel of hair at the end of her tail.
Her muzzle thickened. Her teeth grew dull. Her tongue developed a course pad on top as it filled her new mouth. And all while the room around her kept getting smaller and smaller.
Everything started slowing down – the room was getting less big. Her tail was getting less long. Her head was getting less thick. The cow started thinking less about Master, less about Owner.
Nipples began migrating backwards as a thin layer of fatty red flesh grew between the cow’s thighs. She could feel the nipples merge into four small teats as they connected to something inside of that new, tender flesh.
The cow looked over at Owner. He was so small. Had she always towered over him?
She looked around the room. How did she get in here? The thought barely had time to go through her head before it seemed to slip out the back, fading away into an endless darkness.
She was hungry. There was no food in here. The cow started to think about where food was before that thought also faded into blackness.
How did she get in here? Hadn’t she just thought that? She searched her memories but found nothing but blackness. She couldn’t remember. Was she hungry? She couldn’t remember.
A feeling of docility came over her. Every thought she had was only able to linger in her head for a brief time before slipping away into a void. She couldn’t even picture the place she was in. Owner was standing in front of a wall. When she tried to picture the other side of the wall, all she got was darkness. If she couldn’t see it, she couldn’t imagine it. But it wasn’t long before that thought also slipped away from her.
Owner made some noises. She looked at him. He paused, looked at her, then made more noises. How long had he been making noises for? Blackness was her mind’s only answer. Had he been making noises at her? More blackness.
Owner pointed outside at the bull.
Owner made noises.
Owner tapped his feet.
Owner made noises.
Owner held up his hand. He held up his fingers. He lowered his fingers one at a time while making noises.
How did she get in here? She was hungry. There was no food in here.
Was Owner making noises at her?
Why was Owner walking around behind her?
Why was owner lifting the thing in his hand up?
When did owner get behind her?
The cow saw Owner swing the object at her, she felt it connect with her backside. And then the cow remembered being Dustin – both of them.