At first, you’re too sluggish and disoriented to think much of anything. It was only after the doctor applied the stimshot that your mind cleared up and you could take account of your new body.
You instinctively tried to roll yourself upright, but the pang of pressure from crushing your udder beneath you made you abort. Instead, you half-rolled yourself so your hindquarters remained splayed, while the rest of your body was upright. Just like in the simulation, you were now a cow-centaur with a light brown coat and a business-grade udder. More carefully this time, you get all four legs under you and begin to stand.
It wasn’t exactly like the simulation, you can feel your guts churning, and your heartbeat was much more pronounced. Or, maybe that’s the exhilaration of finally getting what you were looking for.
“No notable issues with the process.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror they had on one of the walls. Your face is a modest mix of cow, with a petite snout and long ears. Your eyes are still forward-facing, though the gap is definitely wider than it used to be. Your “breasts” are just large enough to not be mistaken for pecs, but they’re nothing more than fat pads. Any alveoli or ducts a real woman’s breasts would have were explicitly disallowed in this modpack, as the hormonal changes to make you produce dairy would’ve caused horrific side effects for functional tits.
The doctor hands you a large, dark green disk. “Eat this. Your body is completely empty at the moment, and Future Farms included a set of feed servings to make sure you don’t face any adverse health effects on day zero. It’s ground and densely-packed greenery that’s easy to digest for your body type.”
You turn to the doctor. “I’m perfect, thank you!” You take the food and start chewing through it, making it disappear in a matter of seconds despite its size. While it was dry, it definitely filled you.
He then hands you a bag with 14 more servings. “Eat one of these each hour for the next five hours and you’ll have a full load of milk tomorrow morning. You can subsist on these entirely and they are cheap, but keep them refrigerated if you buy ‘em in large quantities. You’ll need about 9 per day. If you decide to eat a meal for people, consider one disk to be the same as two full meals totalling 3000 calories.”
You just downed the equivalent of 3000 calories in less than a minute? That’s insane! You regain your composure. “I see. I’ll do that.”
“Here’s the barding and shirt you brought in with you.”
You flop open the article of clothing, draping it over your lower body and tying it off at the front. With some effort, your tail pokes through the tailored slit. It was slightly constrictive and didn’t perfectly cover your rear-mounted bits, but people would have to try very hard to see it and at that point, it’s their own fault. Public decency laws required this, mostly due to the first furs ruining it for everyone else.
As you finished putting on your shirt, the doctor handed you three plastic cards. “Here’s your proofs of identity. Remember, one for the DMV, one for your safe, and one for your wallet. Bit on the left is blood from before the operation. Bit on the right is blood taken after the operation. Use it whenever anything keyed onto your old genome asks for DNA proof, until the DMV updates your certs.”
You thank him again, then begin heading out. It was insane how all the rooms felt more claustrophobic. Half-ducking through the door and feeling both walls with your bovine half put things into perspective in a way that VR never really got through to you. You were big.
You first decided to head home. Passing people outside, it was interesting to see the looks you got, or the specific avoidance of being looked at for some. Most were lingering or incredulous, and it wasn’t limited to humans. Even the furs that you had, on occasion, stared at, were doing the same to you, now. Still, there was a feeling of safety and certainty in being the heavyweight of such an exchange.
You decided to take the stairs, just to further improve your real-world dexterity with your new legs. Going up was a lot easier than going down. In the training, you only consistently got through downstairs training by going backwards since it kept most of your weight in the right places. It was just horribly slow.
Thankfully, you had no issues getting up to your floor and into your home. Laying down on your “couch”, you decided to spend the rest of the day eating your disks and sending texts to family or friends to inform them of the change. Now they couldn’t try to stop you, and you were sure more than a couple would’ve tried.
After updating your social media with new selfies, you ended up browsing online videos and searching fur forums since you were basically one at this point. You mostly did it to prove you weren’t really a fur, but most of the forums were surprisingly chaste. It was a common stereotype for furs to be sex fiends, but it seems like they actually have quite a few complications that they hope other furs can help them figure out.
It’s getting late and you’d finished the meals like the doctor recommended, so going to sleep was next on the list. Your “bed” looked very similar to the “couch,” in that it was a flattened pad designed to bounce back from having over 900 kilos of weight laying on it. Still, you could spoil your upper body with pillows.