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I was nervous as could be as I walked into the coffee shop. From the description he had given me, I recognized the man I had talked to on the internet. He gestured to me to sit down. I kept my eyes downward as a gesture of respect. He cut to the chase right away. "This isn't about cute games. If you want to be one of my slaves, I'll take you to my farm and treat you like one of my animals. Once you decide, you can't back out." I was so excited, rock hard at the thought of relinquishing all control to a real man. I had read about dogslaves and ponyslaves on the web, so I had a vague idea of what would happen. I had fantasized about giving all power over someone else, and now the fantasy was reality. He took me out to the parking lot, where he had an animal trailer attached to his pickup. He motioned for me to get into the trailer, where there was a stock-like contraption. "Take off all your clothes, and leave them in a pile. I'll throw them away in a trash bin." In his trailer there was a place where my neck went, once I was down on all fours, and he locked my neck into the restraint. There were two restraints on the floor intended for my hands, and these, too, were locked into place. I realized with a shudder that I was crossing the point of no return. My feet and lower legs were also locked into some sort of shackle, although I couldn't turn my head to see exactly what he was doing. All I knew was that my neck and every limb was locked into position and I was on all fours. A gag was put in my mouth and fastened behind my head. "I don't want any possibility of your whining or begging. You don't have anything to say that I could possibly want to hear, anyway. You made your decision, and there's no going back now." He said, "I'll put your clothes in a trash bin, since you won't be needing clothes anymore, and then we're going for a drive." He drove for about an hour, while I was locked in place in the restraints in his trailer, excited about this new adventure. He never told me where his farm was, and it dawned on me that with no clothes, no vehicle, and no knowledge of his farm's location, that I was at his mercy. Eventually, he slowed down and stopped. "Welcome to your new home. I'll show you your stall in the barn." Moving me out of the trailer was quite an ordeal. My hands were locked into some kind of restraint, but he was able to detach them from the floor of the trailer. I could then move my front legs (as I began to think of them) freely, more-or-less, but my hands were locked into position attached to these metal blocks, each the size of a paperback book. I could walk on my front legs, but I couldn't use my fingers or thumb at all. He unlocked my neck from that part of the contraption, and I was finally able to look around and see what he had attached to my legs. He had designed this clever restraint that was like a board with a wheel on it, underneath my knee and the lower part of my leg. I found I could, with difficulty, drag myself around by using my front legs to propel myself, and my back legs would follow. "I see you've discovered one of my little inventions to keep slaves in their place," he explained. "I want you to be able to move around like an animal, but this way there is no way you can stand up and there is no way you can kick me. The restraints attached to your lower leg also protect your knees a bit. You can't use your hands or feet, either. Now slowly back out of the trailer and down the ramp. It's time for you to get introduced to your new home. Once you're in your stall, I'll lock your neck into a restraint so you won't be able to move at all." My little cock was as hard as a rock as I backed out of his animal trailer, and at the same time I trembled with fear. I was chilly, standing on all fours on his dirty driveway area next to his barn. My Master spoke again. "Some masters have dogslaves, pigslaves, and ponyslaves, but I wanted to turn you into something else. You're going to be my newest human cow." I noticed the word "newest" - would I have companions? Had they met the Master in the same chatroom? I suppose I was naive to think I would be the only one. He slowly guided me into the barn, as I moved as fast as the restraints on my hands and legs allowed. The barn was filthy with the odor of shit and stale piss everywhere. Because the stall dividers were so high, I could only see in one stall at a time. Sure enough, I was looking at the rear end of another man on all fours. My Master spoke again, "This one was the newest cow until you came along. See how I branded its ass with my initials? I'll do that to you, too. And see the ball-stretcher attached to its balls? Those balls look so ugly hanging down like that." The Master guided me to the next stall. I immediately noticed the same brand on this guy's ass cheek, but there were no balls hanging down. "This cow has been here a bit longer, so its balls are gone and I superglued its little limp cock to the underside of its belly. The great thing about a real cow is that they have this huge, gaping slimy pussy at a height perfect for fucking. Obviously there can't be any pathetic balls swinging around. I like my cow pussies to be kind of loose, so I put bigger and bigger dildos in each cow's pussy to stretch them, and I leave the dildo in place most of the time. Here, I'll show you on the next one." He guided me to the next stall and I was horrified to see a plastic pop bottle, about the one liter size, sticking out of its asshole. "No balls on this cow, of course, and again you see how I branded it. I was able to get this one so loose that I can use an entire bottle as a dildo and ass-stretcher. Of course, he won't ever be able to keep his shit in, but what the hell, I can hose off the barn floor." My Master continued, "And you can see how I made the udder. Once the cow is castrated, I put it on a dose of female hormones. The nipples bud and the aeroles get bigger. You can see how I pierced the nipples and attached weights to pull them down toward the floor. It's amazing how far skin will stretch, and of course the udder is developing because of the hormones. On this cow, I was able to use the weights to the point where the nipples almost reach the floor. This cow just started lactating last month. I have some real farm animals that I let suckle this cow's teats. With the milk building up in the ducts, this cow lives for the experience of being suckled so the pressure of its full udder can be relieved." A million thoughts entered my head - sheer terror - what had I gotten myself into? My Master kept talking, "The next step will be a bit complicated. When the udders are fully stretched into loose limp milkbags dragging on the floor, then I'll stitch them to the belly of the cow, so the udder will be down between the cow's hind legs, which is where it should be." "If I ever let them leave the barn and try to return to the life of a human, they'll be these ridiculous freaks with milk-filled udders between their legs. It's not exactly the sort of anatomy you can pull a pair of jeans over." I was trembling with terror. Before I knew it, I felt a restraint being locked around my neck. The Master seemed to be thinking out loud, "Let's see, first the branding of your ass cheeks, and then a couple hypodermics to get the hormones started. Those ugly balls of yours will certainly have to come off. After all, it's not as though you were ever a real man. Before you know it, you'll have your own milk-filled udders and all you'll think about is having some calf lick your teats to relieve the pressure. I'm going to have to pierce those teats so I can attach some weights to them, and of course your septum needs to be pierced too. Oh there's so much to do. And of course I need to start stretching that ass so that it's a big loose gaping hole like a cow cunt. Yes, I do love playing with my cattle and watching their bodies change." "Every day you'll be less and less of a human, and the life of a barn animal will come to seem normal. Oh - and one other little procedure I like to do on my cows. I learned how to quickly use a scalpel to sever the vocal cords. Cows can't talk, and I do like my peace and quiet." [Posted in 2007 by meewasin/at/excite/dot/com]
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