[four hours later…]
“Good morning ladies!” Annie announced as she practically skipped into the centre of the room. “Today is the big day! Soon you will be locked-in to your beautiful bodies for the rest of your lives! Doesn’t that sound wonderful!”
You and a few other cows tiredly mooed out in protest. No, obviously that didn’t sound wonderful.
Sadly, Annie simply ignored you and the other cows, as she started to move around the room, examining each of you as she went.
“Good morning Bessie,” Annie said sweetly when she finally reached you, “I can see someone enjoyed themselves yesterday!”
The cruel farmhand was obviously referring to your swollen, dripping vagina; as it sat glistening wetly beneath your tail. This lewd sight was joined by the image of your despoiled rear-end, which was adorned with streaks of dried-up juices that also covered your surrounding hide, your hind legs, and even your udder. It was all damning evidence of just how horny your young bovine body had become.
“Don’t worry girl,” Annie continued, “I won’t make you wait too much longer. Soon you will be mounted by the bull of your dreams! Doesn’t that sound like fun!?”
You desperately wanted to reply, but ultimately you decided not to give Annie the satisfaction as she walked away. Instead, you remained focussed on your own thoughts, as your human side desperately tried to reassert itself. You kept repeating that you were a man and that you had to escape. If a bull mated with you, you knew it would be game over. You had to keep fighting, or you would be trapped as Bessie forever.
“Right then girls,” Annie interrupted as she returned to the middle of the room, “you all look ready and eager for action. We just need to make a few final preparations, and then we’ll fetch the boys!”
With that, Annie motioned to a few of the other farmhands, who all quickly sprang into action. First, all of the milking machines were carefully removed from you and the other cows, as they each slotted neatly into small compartments in the floor.
Following this, the metal fence that formed the room’s central enclosure was disassembled and moved to one side. This fence had prevented the bulls from mounting you yesterday, but obviously this was no longer a concern. As a result, you were soon left standing in the same position, with your four legs firmly restrained and your tail tied up over your back. You were now totally exposed, unable to move and now with nothing to stop an eager bull from mounting you and permanently rutting you into your new cow body.
Right on cue, the building’s doors opened once again, as the same three bulls from yesterday were carefully led towards you by a trio of burly male farmhands.
Seeing the bulls caused conflicting emotions to begin racing through your mind. Your human side immediately started to panic, as you were now terrifyingly close to becoming Bessie for good. However, your cow personality couldn’t wait for that outcome, as you felt a fresh spill of your pheromone-laced juices suddenly spill from your eager pussy; as your body readied itself for action.
These feelings caused you to moan out in a mix of dismay and unwanted lust. You so badly wanted to offer some resistance, but you were now utterly powerless to stop what seemed to be inevitable. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t fight back and you couldn’t even beg for mercy.
All you could do was stand there, shaking in your restraints and dreading what was to follow, as your body continued to advertise itself to the nearby males. You didn’t want it to end like this but, judging by the looks the bulls were giving you, you doubted you would have any say in the matter….