(Note this is an Hypnosis story, but since it is told from the POV of the protagonist the transformation
occurs in his mind, and anyone under trance also experience it likewise, although to an oberserver they are
just acting weird)
My name is Hal by the way, the blond guy presented himself as Dare, the redhead was Felicia and the latin girl
was named Rita. Our next task was milking. And here it was when things took a turn for the creepy. When we
entered there was a certain oddity with the task in hand, there was no cows. No goats, sheep, even mares if
does can even be milked. My three companions saw nothing wrong however. "Where are the cows?" I asked, "Do we
have to fetch them to?" thinking they were probably grassing around. They shook. And just as surprising the
red head was undoing her blouse getting topless in front of us. I was flabbergast, then it was Dare who took
of his overalls standing naked. Rita then said something about shielding my ears, she then made a cow bell
rang, just then Dare and Felicia got on fours, then said we have to take them to the stalls were the suction
equipment were, she took to hose and attached them to Felicia's tits she show me the motion of how it was
supposed to work, then she handed me a larger suction cup and it becomes obvious what she want me to do since
I'm next to Dare. "No way, They don't pay me enough." she doesn't insists, but says. "Poor Dare most have his
udder exploding, imaging all that build up, it must be painful." Her words were supposed to hit daft ears, but
instead I feel for poor Dare, it most be hurting him bad, I think. I relent and take the suction cup and place
it under his 'udder', why couldn't I think of it as a penis, since that was actually what I was doing. It took
me a while to find the way strap the damn thing, meanwhile I was basically fondling another guy junk, and then
it was time to pump. And I did it. Dare ejaculated inside the machine a lot, even more than that he and Dare
were enjoying it.After a while the machine stopped making a buzzing sound and I unstrapped him, standing up
going for a tissue and his overalls.
I myself felt on a stupor, how could had I even agreed to that? I asked and then they said: "This is an odd
farm, there are no animals, we tend it ourselves even when that means that we have to be the animals
themselves." Deep down I know that was bullshit, but I felt strangely compelled to agree. Then Rita said: