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 Morning came none too soon.  The first rays of light streamed through the
beams over the barn, the animals stirred, and noises outside told me it was
dawn.  In the barn I could hear and smell the animals urinating and
shitting.  I too needed to pee and didn't quite know what to do.  After
all, I had been properly raised, and when one needed to pee, one excused
oneself and went to the ladies room.  I looked around and decided there was
no choice but to walk over to the other corner, squat, and let it flow.  In
the early morning light I could see cows' eyes staring at me.  City girl
and deb that I had been, I had never really been on a farm, much less slept
in a barn.

   And here I was, Master's animal.

   There was a lot of commotion outside.  I could hear farmhands talking
and a lot of things happening.  A farm girl came into the barn, took me by
the leash and led me outside.  Not a word crossed between her and me.

   Master and the foreman were standing aside, and lots of animals were in
the middle, in separate pens.  An elderly, serious and intent man was
examining each animal carefully.  Next to him a younger lady, looking just
like him so I presumed it was his daughter, was listening, nodding and
taking notes.  It dawned on me that he was the veterinarian.  He was
examining the animals: cows, bulls, horses, mares, goats, etc.  each
species in its own pen.

   The vet and his daughter came over to me.  I wanted to be polite and
greet them properly.  Instead, the farm girl just tugged down on my leash
and kicked the back of my knees.  I buckled over.  She quickly had me on
all fours.  The vet started to feel me - exactly how he had felt the other
animals a moment ago.  This was not a medical examination by Dr.  Gail, my
ob-gyn.  This was a vet's examination!

   The vet forced my mouth open and looked at my teeth.  He looked into my
ears and down my throat.  He slapped my thighs and arms and torso, and
pulled on my skin.  He reached down and tugged on my nipples, pulling them
down, as if milking them.  I heard him tell his daughter, "Absent of milk"
and she nodding as she jotted it down.  He snapped on a fresh pair of
gloves, coarse and textured, and reached deep inside me.  Just like he had
done with the cows and horses, he was doing a coarse and deep rectal and
uterine exam.

   Snapping off his gloves, he dictated his observations to his daughter,
and together they walked over to talk to Master.  Master listened
seriously, nodding his head from time to time when all three would turn to
look at me and resume their talk.



   The animals thus examined, the vet and his daughter drove off and Master
turned the sheets over to the foreman.



   I was thirsty, mouth parched dry.  The farm girl noticed it and led me
by the leash to a trough.  Tugging down on the leash I understood was to
kneel on the floor, bare-naked, and drink from the trough.  I started to
use my hands.  The farm girl pushed them away and had me place them behind
my back.  So there I was, naked among the animals, lapping up water just
like another of them.  My humiliation and degradation gave way to my insane
thirst, and I drank and drank and drank as much as I could.  The farm girl
just stood there, idly watching me from time to time, but mostly looking
afar.  When I was finished, she lifted me by the leash, walked me over to a
post, tied the leash and left.



   Left me alone, stark naked, tied to a post, with nothing to do!  Even
when the need to pee started up, I had no choice but to squat down half-way
- as much as the leash would allow - and let it all flow out.



   Afternoon started to fall.  The animals were led back to their
respective barns.  I was led to the cow barn, where my bed of straw was
covered by the soft sheet, just slightly wrinkled from last night.  I was
famished, not having eaten all day.  Next to the corner hung a very large
bottle with a huge nipple at my height.  I realized it was my "dinner":
some kind of shake or something that I would have to suck through a large
rubber nipple, like the other animals.  It tasted a bit odd, but felt
filling and good.  Actually, it tasted quite odd, now that I think of it.
And with that, I fell asleep.



   The next morning was the start of what became my routine.  Every morning
at dawn, one of the farmhands would come into the barn, slip on the leash
on my collar and take me out, stark naked, to the grounds.  I would be made
to run and stretch and run and stretch some more until I was sore.  Longer
and longer runs every day increased my stamina remarkably.  Mid-morning,
other farmhands would come over "to groom" me.  Just like with the prize
animals at an animal show, my body was washed, my hair brushed, my skin
carefully dried.  My pubic hair was growing out of control, and the
farmhands grooming me took care to brush it just as nicely as they did with
the horses' tails.



   Every three days the vet would come over to examine me, taking urine and
blood samples.  His daughter would walk over to their lab truck, do some
tests, and come back with printouts of the results.  The vet would write
something and hand it to the foreman.



   That evening "dinner" from the bottle would taste very different.  Soon,
I started to realize what was happening.  Based on my urine and blood work
every three days, the vet was changing my "diet".  He was following
Master's instructions and making something else out of me through my food
intake.

   I too started to feel different.  I could run longer distances now
without tiring.  Maybe it was the practice.  But I could also leap a little
higher now.  Even though I was "eating" a lot more than I ever did before,
I seemed to feel leaner and tauter.  My muscles seemed longer and tighter.
I am not sure what it was, but I know that my "diet" was having a lot to do
with my changes.  My menstruations were sharp: powerful flow and discharges
that lasted exactly half a day and that was it.  No cramps, no mood
changes. I was thirsty all the time, constantly going to the trough,
bending over on all fours, and lapping lots of water.



   My teats felt different, too.  Normally smallish, now they felt
rock-solid.  It was as if they had concentrated into a smaller space.  My
nipples became permanently hard.  I have not borne children so I have never
breast-fed nor lactated.  As a matter of fact, I had never ever produced
any milk.  Now instead, from time to time one of the farm girls would have
me on all fours, she would sit on a stool at my side, and start to move my
nipples like the cows' udders.  Milk would actually start to flow after a
while!  The farm girl would collect it all in a glass and rush over to
Master's house.  I was lactating from my rock-hard nipples!



   It will sound strange but I also noticed other things.  I may have been
hallucinating or something, but I could almost swear I could see farther in
the distance now.  I could see much better in the dark, too.  At times a
farmhand would leave me out on the pastures until way past nighttime.  As
he walked me back, leading me by my leash, I could almost see the night
animals scurrying about.



   To say little of my sense of hearing!  I could hear things that at first
I thought were my imagination, until I realized I could hear little rodents
burrowing underground and storms approaching even before clouds appeared in
the sky.  Just like the other animals, I could hear them and get nervous
and edgy.



   I was getting more aggressive, too.  Protecting my space in the barn. 
Getting really mean if a farmhand did not give me enough exercise.  Getting
angry if another farmhand did not groom me just right.  Getting annoyed at
the pettiness of the cows.  Admiring some of the horses galloping around
and wanting to race them, angry when the farmhands would finally try to
rein me in.



   And my sense of smell!  I could sniff out which particular animal of
each species - each individual animal - was in the vicinity!  I too was
picking particular spots where to pee.  Unabashed and totally comfortable
with my nature, I would pick out the exact spot, squat, and let out a
powerful stream.  I too was peeing hard to stake out my own territory.  Woe
onto the farmhand that even would try to lead me away when I was about to
or starting to urinate.



   One day the vet examined me far longer than he had ever done before. 
His daughter took extremely careful notes.  My urine and blood work took a
lot longer to analyze.  For the first time, Master was standing next to
them, listening, nodding, and looking at me.  He has never smiled at me,
but I could sense he was proud of me that day.  I could just tell.



   The daughter came back from their truck with the results.  The vet
looked at them and smiled.  He showed them to Master, and he too smiled. 
Looking at me, he spoke to me for the first time since I had been brought
to his farm, "Nice, very nice.  You are ready."



   He walked away.  My eyes followed him, my heart leaping with joy.



   Master!



   And then it suddenly occurred to me.  All this time, I had no sexual
desire or appetite whatsoever.  None.  Maybe it was my setting, or my
"diet" or my routine; whatever it was, no sexual desire.  Now, looking at
Master, my libido was afire again!