Jeff watched intently as the progress bar on the screen crawled forward—first 0 percent, then 10 percent, then 20. His excitement grew, but it was soon interrupted by a sharp pain in his chest and a sudden, intense heat spreading through his body. He could feel himself expanding, fat accumulating around his belly. His bones began to shift and contort, his body rapidly gaining weight, and it became too much for him to bear. Struggling to stay upright, the sheer weight overwhelmed him, forcing him down onto all fours. His clothes seemed to disappear, leaving him naked in his bedroom.
As he tried to look back at the screen, his neck stiffened, locking his gaze straight ahead. His skeleton continued to reshape, and when he attempted to move his fingers, he realized they were no longer under his control. His fingers fused with his hands, morphing into hooves. Now on all fours, his belly hung low, nearly brushing the floor. Even his penis had retracted into a sheath, though he couldn't turn his neck to confirm it.
Jeff awkwardly maneuvered around his bedroom, his large frame barely fitting between the furniture, as he turned to glance at the progress bar on his screen. It was almost at 100 percent. His mind was starting to deteriorate, making it impossible for him to read the text: “Transferring User to New Destination.” He was eager to start his new life, where he’d be a simple-minded farm animal, free to fuck any woman he desired. As the world began to blur around him, he believed he was about to live his dream… or so he thought.
Suddenly, Jeff found himself surrounded by other humans, all with bodies shaped like cows, just like his own. But something was wrong—he couldn’t move, packed tightly among the others. He realized he was surrounded by men, all with massive fat, and hairy pink hides. Looking up, he saw a brown wooden roof overhead and guessed he must be inside a farmhouse. He struggled to push forward through the crowd, trying to figure out exactly where he was. Space was even more limited than he had imagined, as he soon came up against a metal railing with bars.
Jeff noticed the two men on either side of him with their necks stretched out through the railing. Curious, he mimicked them, trying to see what they were focused on, only to realize they were eating some kind of brown, shredded material laid out before the railing. But what caught his attention even more was the sight of dozens of others doing the same—people consuming this strange grain-like substance. Their expressions were vacant, as if their minds were completely empty. It was then that he noticed something else: they were all men, not a single woman among them. He glanced at the man next to him, noticing a peculiar tag hooked to his ear, and when he shook his own head, he felt a similar tag on himself.
As Jeff gazed down at the strange grain everyone was eating, a sense of regret began to creep in. Perhaps he shouldn't have made that change. But the longer he stared at the grain, the more his thoughts seemed to fade, replaced by a growing hunger. Almost without thinking, he lowered his neck, picked up some of the grain with his mouth, and began to munch on it eagerly. To his surprise, it tasted delicious. With each swallow, he lowered his head for more, and soon he was eating mouthful after mouthful without a second thought.
Before long, Jeff became just like the others, his mind consumed entirely by the need to eat, with no trace of intelligence left. He stared vacantly ahead, chewing on the tasty grain, oblivious to the bi-pedal cow that walked in front of him. So focused on eating, he didn’t notice when he dropped a massive load behind him. This became his new existence for the next several weeks—endless eating and defecating—until the day he was gathered with a few others and herded onto a strange truck. No longer capable of thought, he mindlessly followed the group into an unfamiliar building. By this point, he weighed hundreds of pounds and struggled to walk. As he stared blankly at the other men being herded alongside him, a sudden shock of electricity rendered him unconscious.
Jeff would never wake up again. The once-aspiring 16-year-old, with a future full of potential, had been slaughtered for meat—all because of one reckless decision he made.