With the grinding of wheels against the dirt and stones beneath me I feel the vehicle slide to a halt, my heart hammering so loudly in my ears that I can hardly hear the sound of the car door open or the driver jumping out to the dirt below.
Staggering awkwardly on all fours, my eyes darting around in the dim light I try to call for help. "Mooooooooo" I groan loudly, my vocal chords refusing to make any sound remotely human. The rumbling from my throat practically rattles my skull, my teeth getting set on edge as the low animalistic moans reverberate loudly inside a skull not fit for this bloated form.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'..." huffs a husky feminine voice, the crunching of boots against the dirt below soon passing around me. With a loud series of clunks I listen as a metal bar is twisted and shifted away, a set of rusty hinged doors swinging open as I squint through the blinding midday sun.
As my eyes adjust I feel a set of hands reach out, a firm grip grabbing my head as I'm yanked forward. Groaning in pain I stagger forward, the sound of my hooves crunching against the metal floor as I'm blindly guided out into the sun.
I swear I can feel the stitches holding my head to this foul bovine body strain fro a moment, a shiver running up my spine as I move to try and ease the constant tugging pressure on my neck.
Staggering down a short ramp I feel my feet sink a little into the dirt, a whimper moo slipping from my lips as the stones and dirt shift beneath the hard hooves that replace my fingers and toes. Looking ahead I find myself staring at a strange woman, her tan face pulled into an almost deranged grin as she looks at me with wide hazel eyes.
A dirty brownish red baseball cap shields her face from the sun, sweat slicked dark brown hair having been tugged through the hole in the back into a makeshift ponytail. The woman appears to be in her late-twenties or potentially even her early thirties, the damage to her tan skin after years out in the sun making it difficult to really pin down her age.
She stands at around five foot seven, her fit frame clad in a loose red and white plaid flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and a set of well-worn and muddy jeans. Her arms and and are dotted with minor scratches and scars, pale slivers in her flesh from the occasional slip of a knife or getting caught in a piece of farm equipment.
Her nose wrinkles for a moment as she sees my face, my smile waning for a second as her thin pink lips close into a pout. After a moment however she begins to smile again, revealing her slightly coffee-stained teeth as she leans forward. She plants a big wet kiss on my forehead, the shock of the act causing me to try and wriggle back only to find it hard to both escape her grasp and climb back up the ramp into the trailer.
After a moment she stands back up, her grasping hands moving to scratch behind me ears like I was some dumb animal needing comfort.
"Awwww Buttercup..." she coos, her husky voice rattling out as she fights back tears. "Thought I'd lost you after that misfi..." she sighs, choking up as she takes a deep breath.
"Mooooooo" I cry painfully in response, shaking my head to the best of my ability as I force the woman's hands off my very human head. The brunette walks around to my side, her hand coming down in a heavy slap against my flank as I feel my body shudder and a low drum echoing through my bloated form.
"I know, I know..." she huffs, sniffling a little. "You ain't Buttercup... she's back at the vet restin' up" the farmer sighs, her hand continuing to smack at my thick hide in an almost comforting manner. "But for now... you're gonna have to be Buttercup, she's my best dairy cow ya know"
Looking ahead I find myself staring out over rolling green hill, short wire fences separating them into various paddocks. In the distance I spot a smattering of white and black spotted Friesian-Holsteins grazing atop one of the wider paddocks, the dim animals glancing down at us on occasion before looking back away to their ground-based meals.
The woman paces around me, her hands poking and prodding at my bloated body as I softly whimper out in a serious of disconcerted moos. She jabs at my haunches, her fingers pressing into the firm muscle and fat, before probing at the moist slip between my hind legs.
I lurch forward, crying out in shock as the woman tuts at me.
"Calm down girl" she huffs, placing a hand on my rear before plunge a few fingers into the warm cunt. I let out a loud long moo as I feel her shift her fingers and then hand inside me, my eyes going wide as my breath comes out in almost pleased shudders.
"You're a dairy cow..." she huffs, slowly pulling her hand free before wiping the shameful juices on my side. "... Means your a breedin' cow to, needed to make sure that quack didn't muck anythin' up inside my precious Buttercup."
I feel a firm hand strike my rear, the powerful slap causing me to stagger forward on instinct as I begin to awkwardly shuffle forward on all fours. It's almost painfully to manage, the mental effort it takes to coordinate my heavy body after decades of walking upright making each step consume most of my thoughts.
The woman soon paces up beside me, her fingers darting around my neck as she feels the sutures holding me to the precious cows body. She hems and haws for a moment before letting out a pleased huff.
"Seems she did a decent job..." the farmer mutters, pulling something from her back pocket as the sound of a metal bell fills my ears. In one swift motion she wraps a strap of leather around my neck, the thick leathery hide soon being strapped tightly as a heavy jingling metal bell jostles beneath me maddeningly.
I groan and shake my head, my whole body threatening to topple over as I try to shake the collar off with a series of frantic moos.
"Calm down Buttercup..." she huffs, smacking at my flank again. "... It's just your bell. Now come on, we gotta..."
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