After what seems like forever you finally feel the truck come to a stop. Followed by the door being
opened by the farmer "welcome to your new home" he says. You slowly waddle out the door and look
around and you see a standard milk farm. And over grassing in the field are cows actual cows. You
didn't really know what to expect maybe people like you who are part cow but there are just cows.
"Okay lets get you settled into the barn" the farmer says and you willingly let him lead you to the barn.
"I hope you don't mind but since you are a milking cow we will keep you with the females instead of the bulls"
the farmer says in a matter a fact tone. " Okay so what will I be doing exactly" you say timidly not knowing what your
new life entails. "Oh you just sit back relax and eat and be milked" says the farmer "you won't really have to work at all
except when giving milk and maybe a little help with the girls when that certain time of year comes." You are puzzled
by that last statement but simply let it slide the idea of never working again and being taken care of for the rest
of your life is to good to pass up.
For the rest of the day you wander around the field and get settled in your stall. The other cows look at you
curiously not knowing exactly what you are and you nervous cause you don't know how to interact with the cows.
Soon you get hungry and you look around and see the cows just grazing so you reach down and pull a handful of grass
and out in your mouth. Your eyes widen as the best thing you ever tasted assaults your senses and you can't help it
as you reach down and just keep pulling grass from the ground and eating it. Not long after a growling different from
your stomach come from your bowls and you realize you gotta go bad! Looking around you see no trees or cover only cows
and no farmer in site. So you squat down and put on a concentration face and push. And a big gooey log of fresh human cow
hybrid manure comes out into a pile on the ground and then your bladder releases as well and a stream of urine shoots across
the grass. You si in relief and go back to grazing.
Eventually you feel an odd sensation of fullness and look down and see you udder swollen with milk. Oddly enough
at that exact moment the farmer calls "milking time" and you practically sprint back to the barn. There you are hooked up
to the milking machine and milked again for the second time that day. Afterward you follow the other cows examples and lie
down and fall asleep.