If Steel and your other slaves were a test, then they were a complete success. You have no idea who they were before, but with a single thought you stole everything that was them. Their bodies, their minds, their pasts. You took that, threw it in the trash, and turned your basic dream for houseslaves into their entire realities. But how much further could you go?
Nothing about your slaves violates the laws of physics. At least not that you think. Sure, you’ve never seen an anthropomorphic bull before, let alone FOUR. But nothing about them is impossible. As far as you know they eat, drink, breathe, and sleep just like any other living thing. Is that the limit? Could you turn a person into something that didn’t follow those laws? Something that didn’t need to eat? Something without organs? You need to do another test, but what?
Looking out the window, past a faint reflection of your room, you spot an obese woman in her early 20’s waddling down the sidewalk. What could you do to her? As you take a bite out of your beef sandwich you suddenly have an idea.
Putting the binoculars up, you look out the window, center your view on the woman and think of a cow. Not just any cow. A heavy cow girl with a large udder filled with milk. An udder so big that she has problems moving around. She constantly needs to be milked, but her udder is magic and stubborn, and can’t just be milked by anyone, including herself. There is only 1 way she can be milked.
You picture her face, her eyes shut as she is overwhelmed with the pain, her udder sagging HEAVILY. Her little leather rope tail wags just above in agony. The pain is intense. Her eyes watery. She tries to move as little as she can, but the udder still fills up a bit more. It then sags a bit more. She tries painfully squeezing her own udder, which is a painful experience, but nothing comes out and it only teases her. She’s going to spend the next hour in immense desperation and pain. Struggling. Desperately trying to get that milk out before more flows in, and makes her burst.
There is one way she can be milked, but it isn’t all that easy. The woman also has 4 bull slaves who take care of her, and they must be the ones to milk her. They will listen to whatever she says, except for when she asks to be milked. They can only milk her twice a day, when they all collectively sense it is time. Instead of using their hands, They must each latch on with their mouths, and drink from an individual teat each until her udder is emptied. The milk won’t leak or budge unless the slaves drink it.
She can, of course, still talk, but her speech is punctuated by mooing and lowing. The fuller her udder is, the more moos get interjected, making it difficult to understand her in that final hour of suffering. When she CAN talk, all of her words are slurred because her cow tongue is slightly too large to fit inside her mouth, so she is unable to close it without a struggle. She has also always had an irremovable brass nose ring since birth, that weighs a pound, and is constantly smelling of copper and tugging on her nostrils.
The moment her udder is empty, she has relief. But only for a couple of minutes, as her udder immediately starts to lactate again. She doesn’t need to eat or drink. It would be difficult to do on her own, with the weight of her udder and body constantly holding her down, moving about is a chore. And unlike her slaves, she was born with no arms, meaning there is no way for her to ever grab anything, so she needs a lot of assistance from them.
She is also in a constant state of heat, and she has to sleep in a big bed with ALL of her slaves each night, so they can protect her during the nighttime. She must also have sex with one of them nightly, otherwise heat will be too overwhelming and will make her pass out for long intervals of time. The slaves are also ADAMANT about doing these 2 things as well, and they will do these things no matter how much she begs for them not to do them.
A small mercy that won’t starve to death, and an excellent test to see if you can make a creature that defies physics.
You realize this is cruel. In the back of your mind. The front of your mind. You understand the gravity of what you’re doing. But for some reason, these binoculars make you feel like a god. No. You are a god. You’ve been given the power to reshape reality. Why shouldn’t you use it? And why should you care about the woman who, a few seconds from now, will have never known anything other than the life you give her.
You finish your thoughts and prepare to watch someone wake up to a new life.