In front of a house in a typical suburban neighborhood, a car door swung open. Out stepped a brown, 12-year-old heifer named Jenna. After thanking her friend’s mom for driving her home from soccer practice and for taking her out to dinner, the athletic heifer slammed the door and dashed across her lawn toward her front porch. The lush green grass beneath her feet held no significance to her now, but little did she know, it once played a crucial role in her life. Just months ago, her days were spent grazing in a fenced-in field on a farm. Now, she was living a purposeful life, attending school, and enjoying various leisurely activities.
Jenna barged into her house, immediately hearing her parents' voices coming from the living room.
“Is that you, Jenna?” called a masculine voice.
“Yeah, Dad!” she replied, setting down her soccer bag and kicking off her slides before heading to the living room. There, she found her mom and dad cuddling on the couch, watching something on TV.
"How was soccer practice?" Her dad asked.
"Brutal." she replied, undoing her ponytail and letting her hair loose around her sprouting horns.
"Did you eat?" her mom inquired. The older cow bore a strong resemblance to Jenna.
"Yeah, Ashley's mom bought us dinner after practice." Jenna said, twirling the hair tie between her fingers.
"What did you have?" her dad asked.
"A manburger." she answered, rubbing her stomach. Deep within, Jeff was being dissolved by her digestive juices. Her stomach muscles were hard at work, breaking him down into chyme to pass into her intestines.
"Mmmm." her parents murmured, savoring the thought.
"I'm gonna get changed." Jenna said, feeling grimy in her sweaty soccer gear and eager to slip into something clean. She dashed to her room, quickly swapping into a fresh t-shirt and shorts, skipping an undershirt since she planned to stay home for the rest of the evening. She had started wearing training bras since her udders began to develop, though they weren't fully grown yet.
Her evening at home was like any other—scrolling through her phone, chatting with friends over FaceTime, and briefly watching TV before heading to bed. While she slept soundly in the warmth of her cozy bed, Jeff was making his way through her stomach and into her small intestine. By morning, he had been broken down into a thick, pulpy fluid, mixed with bile and enzymes, as Jenna's small intestine absorbed the protein.
The next morning, Jenna got dressed and ready for school, just like any other day. Before catching the bus, she had breakfast with her younger brother. Sitting at the kitchen table, both had bowls of sugary cereal topped with milk. Jenna ate spoonful after spoonful, completely unaware that the white liquid came from a human woman who was once an important lawyer, but now, like all other humans, had been reduced to a dairy animal.
At school, Jenna went through a typical day, studying math, writing, history, and science, while enjoying some playful moments with her friends during gym and art class. For lunch, she had one of her favorites: a grilled cheese sandwich. Unknown to her, the melted yellow cheese was the product of a former human businesswoman, now transformed into a perpetual dairy machine, continuously milked without end.
By the afternoon, any remnants of Jeff that hadn't been absorbed by her body had moved into her large intestine, slowly turning into waste. Jenna continued her day, and for dinner, her mom prepared tacos with ground beef. They tasted delicious, even though Jenna was unaware that her mom used cheap beef, sourced from not just one, but multiple human males. Whatever their previous lives had been was irrelevant; they had served their new purpose in life.
The following day, Jenna went about her routine as usual. However, during her math class, she felt a sudden bowel movement coming on. After asking to be excused, she quickly made her way to the bathroom, entered an empty stall, pulled down her pants, and sat down. She pushed and pushed until she felt relief as her bowels emptied, the sound of a splash echoing in the bowl. After wiping, she turned around, briefly glancing at the brown log in the toilet—a final remnant of Jeff, now just stool after passing through her body. She flushed, watching the last trace of him disappear into the school's plumbing system, while the rest of him had already been absorbed by her digestive system. Jenna then cheerfully washed her hands, feeling no guilt for having eaten the manburger two days earlier. It was just the natural order of life.