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 Author: wandrer
Title: Sucklings
Part: Chapter 2
Universe: The Company, inspired and based on artworks from Synthean
Keywords: mc, tf, mf, ff, humil, drug, lact, be, inc, nc
Summary: A group of girls on vacation are acquired for transformation
into sexual livestock.
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explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
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   "Sucklings" - Chapter 2

   BOVINIZATION FARM FILE 001HM763 NOTES - INITIAL TRANSFORMATIONS

   Initial conditioning and transformations have proceeded slightly better
than expected.  Subjects first "playtime" revealed extensive adoption of
personality and sexuality modifications, even more rapidly than normal. 
Clearly the theories about utilizing the subjects' own fears and dislikes
to drive adoption are accurate.  Physical changes have also begun,
completing their first stages overnight.

   Proceeding with Phase 2.  Subjects have been prepared during sleep and
left in Pen 14 to acquire accelerants from subject 314.

   Also - the additional subjects requested by client are en route. 
Further details to follow.  Client has generously requested/permitted us to
attempt some of our prototype transformations for these subjects. 
Preparations underway.

   ------------------------------

   Claire rolled over with a groan.  Her body ached from the hours of sex,
and she had no idea how long she'd been sleeping.  As she struggled to a
sitting position, strange sensations wracked her body and she opened her
eyes.

   A choked sob escaped her lips as she took in the new situation she was
in.

   She appeared to be in a barn of some sort, sitting on a hay-covered
floor.  Stacks of hay were piled in the corner, sunlight streaming in from
a high window.

   She looked down, and found that she was still naked, and worse - her
hands were now bound to her waist by some sort of leather strap, with cuffs
around her wrists hooked to the strap preventing her from moving them more
than an inch or so.  As she moved her head, a jingle at her neck made her
realize she was wearing some sort of collar, obviously with a bell of some
kind dangling from it.

   Tears welling up, she opened her mouth to scream for help, though she
knew it would be futile...

   ...and was cut off by a loud, pitiful wail from her left.

   She turned to see Lisa staring at her in horror, eyes wide as she choked
back sobs.  Next to her, Jen sat, trembling, staring at her as well.

   "Wh-what?" Claire stuttered, horrified, "What's wrong?"

   She felt a swishing against her leg, and jumped.  She looked down to see
her long tail swishing back and forth in agitation, the tuft of reddish
hair brushing against her thigh and thumping in the hay on the ground.

   Her...tail...

   Claire screamed.

   "Oh god!  Oh god!" she sobbed, watching the tail that she could now
clearly feel poking from just above her ass sway behind her, "This can't
be...this can't be real!"

   She turned back to the other girls and realized with horror that each of
them sported long cow's tails of their own - Lisa's topped with a tuft of
her light brown hair, Jen's with dark, almost black hair matching her own.

   As they stared at each other, Claire realized the tails weren't the only
changes.  Each of the other girl's noses sported a large, gold ring, and
Claire could now feel that she had one of her own.  Around each of their
necks hung a small cowbell, attached to a leather collar, and they both
sported the same strap and cuffs around their stomachs, keeping their hands
shackled to their sides.

   And poking out of each of their hair, on either side of their heads,
were tiny curved horns, like those of a calf.

   "Wwwhuh whuh what's huhhhhappening to us?" Jen moaned, then her eyes
went wide at the difficulty she was having speaking.

   "Oh god," Lisa moaned, staring at her sister-in-law, "wh-what's wrong
with your voice?"

   "I duuuhhhh don't kn-knooooooow!" Jen sobbed, tears streaming down her
cheeks.  Her words slurred together as she spoke, and she grunted around
each word oddly, "I cuhhhhh-cannn't tahrrrrrk rrroooooight!"

   Claire opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped as a sound came from
behind them.  A jingling sound, followed by a quiet moan.

   They looked at each other, all of their eyes red-rimmed from crying in
humiliation and fear, and turned to look at the sound.

   They were so overwhelmed with horror at what they saw that none of them
could even make a sound.

   Chained to a beam in the middle of the room was a woman.  Or what had
once been a woman.  Now, the creature that sat there was something
else...something which they were obviously starting to become.

   She had deep red hair, hanging to her shoulders, and her feet were
strapped into black very high-heel shoes, but those were the last normal
things about her.  From her head sprouted longer horns than those that the
girls had, each capped with a small metal ball, obviously for decoration.
Her ears poked out from beneath her hair - curving cow's ears, twitching
periodically.  Her skin was a light tan and had patches of brown, like that
of a cow.  But the thing that stood out above all else...

   Her breasts, if they could even be called that any more, were monstrous.
Huge, dangling, soft tits that fell down over her belly, hanging heavily
down to either side.  Her nipples were dark, and several inches long.  The
massive tits were clearly real, and veins lined them, blue streaks curving
over them.

   The only reason they couldn't be termed "udders" was that the poor
creature had *real* udders!  From the former woman's belly sprouted the
pouch of a cow, and from that four udders sprouted, looking just like the
huge nipples hanging from her massive tits.

   And all six of the long pink udders or nipples dripped milk.

   The girls were still to shocked and horrified to speak when the
cow-woman looked up at them.  Her eyes were filled with humiliation and
horror at her predicament, making it clear she was aware of her situation.
She looked at the three girls, and an expression came over her of need. 
Her hands...no - Claire was horrified to see that her hands had been
replaced by cow's hooves, taking away any ability to manipulate anything.

   The cow-woman reached under her huge breasts with her hooves and lifted
them up slightly, pointing her dripping nipples towards the girls.  Her
mouth opened.

   "Mmmmmoooooooo!!!  MMmmmmmooooo!!!"

   Loud moos were all that came out, as the woman stared at them, begging.
It was obvious what she needed.

   She desperately needed to be milked.

   Claire licked her lips, and then stopped, horrified.

   She realized she had been thinking how much she wanted that milk!  That
was...disgusting!  She couldn't...she wouldn't...

   A rustling sound next to her combined with a sob, and she looked over to
see that Jen, eyes wide with horror at what she was doing, was struggling
to her feet clumsily, since she had no use of her hands.  Her long tail
swished behind her in a movement that Claire instinctively recognized as
excitement.

   "Jen!  No!" sobbed Claire, "You can't!"

   Her friend looked down at her, tears streaming down her cheeks, and
clearly struggled for words as she stood there trembling.  Then, with a
strangled moan, she turned and began to stumble towards the cow woman.

   "Jen!"

   Jen stopped a foot away as the cow woman looked up at her pitifully,
mooing desperately.  With another sob, Jen fell to one knee and closed her
mouth over the cow woman's large nipple, and began to suck, making sounds
of happiness and pleasure.

   The cow woman began to moo loudly, clearly in pleasure.

   "Jen," Claire sobbed, "p-please...stop..."

   Claire's words trailed off, as Lisa suddenly levered herself to her feet
and stood directly in front of Claire.  Though Lisa's attention was
entirely on the cow woman, she was standing with her legs slightly
spread...so that Claire could see her wet, dripping, pussy.  Claire could
no longer think straight.  All she could think about was how much she had
to lick Lisa's wet cunt.  She leaned forward to taste her.

   And Lisa began to stumble forward as well.

   Claire sobbed and wrenched herself upward, following the glorious smell
of Lisa's pussy.  She stumbled after her friend, her cowbell jingling in
concert with Lisa's as they walked.

   And stopped in horror as she found herself standing in front of the cow
woman as Lisa fell to her knees, and began using her tongue and lips to
coax milk from one of the cow woman's lower udders.

   The desperate need to lick Lisa's pussy started to fade as she smelled
the milk.  Claire began to shiver as she tried to resist it, looking down
at Jen, gulping loudly at one nipple, milk dribbling down her chin, Lisa
suckling at another, desperately.

   Claire sobbed in humiliation, her mind raging against what she was
doing. She wouldn't give in to this!  She was more than just some...some
piece of sexual livestock!  She was a woman, she wasn't going to be used
like...

   It was her own moan of pleasure that brought her to the awareness of the
long, thick nipple that was penetrating her mouth, between her suckling
lips.  As the cow-girl's milk flowed down her throat, Claire's whole body
had erupted in pleasurable tingling, and nowhere more than her own dangling
nipples and between her thighs.  The milk was so *wonderful*...it was the
most glorious thing she had ever tasted.

   She slurped and sucked at the enormous nipple, so large that it pressed
against her throat like a cock.  But no male's cum had ever tasted so good
as the milk coming from the teat.  The room filled with the sounds of
pleasure - hers, Jen's, Lisa's...and the cow girls as her teats were
suckled and milked.

   Suddenly the cow-girl let out a loud moo of pleasure, even beyond what
had been coming from her before, startling Claire for a moment out of her
suckling reverie.  With a sob, she began to pull her mouth off of the
nipple she had been so lovingly sucking, with a strain that made her feel
nauseous.  But somehow she managed to pull away for a moment, and the
cow-girl's huge tit fell back against her body, large nipple dripping.

   Claire looked across to see her friend, Jen, moaning as she suckled the
other large teat with her eyes closed in pleasure.  Claire whimpered as she
felt a rush of arousal go through her at the sight of her naked friend,
crouched and suckling on the cow-tit, milk dribbling down her chin...

   Claire ripped her eyes away from Jen only to find herself looking down
at Lisa.  Lisa had been suckling at the lower udder of the cow-girl for a
while, but had clearly found the scent of the cow-girl's pussy (so close)
irresistible.  The smaller woman had lowered her mouth and began to slurp
at the wet pussy between the cow-girl's legs, eliciting loud moos of
pleasure from her as her udders dripped milk onto Lisa's chest, running
between her small breasts...

   Once again, Claire pulled her eyes away from the smaller girl's lovely
body with great difficulty, and then sobbed as her eyes lighted on the
camera that was filming the scene.  Claire cried quietly as she realized
that once again, her and her friends' humiliation was on display.

   She shivered suddenly as she licked her lips, the flavor of that
glorious milk once again filling her mouth.  Whimpering pathetically, she
lowered her lips once again to the cow-girl's teat and began to suck.

   As she suckled, her eyes drifted up to stare at Jen, suckling on the
thick nipple opposite her.  Claire's eyes wandered over Jen's lovely,
dark-skinned body, as milk ran down Jen's chin, the other girl moaning in
pleasure as she slurped it down.  Jen was so gorgeous...her beautiful
smooth skin, her long black hair...her gorgeous pink slit betwen her legs,
so very wet...her dark nipples topping her jiggling tits...

   Some part of that struck Claire as odd, even through her arousal and
pleasure.  Jen's jiggling tits?  Jen's little A-cups shouldn't
jiggle...wait, Jen didn't have A-cups!  The tits dangling from the moaning
girl's body were C-cups, at least!  They swayed in time with Jen's moans...

   Claire's eyes widened.  Jen's tits were growing!  It had to be from the
milk!

   Claire moaned loudly.  They had to stop!  She realized now that the
tingling throughout her body - particularly her tits, and hands, and feet,
and belly - wasn't right at all!  She had to pull her mouth off of this
cow-girl's nipple!  She couldn't do this!

   Try though she might, though, she couldn't do it.  Tears ran down her
cheeks as she sucked, and sucked, and sucked...the pleasure rolling through
her.  She could feel her body changing, and she couldn't even bring herself
to stop doing the thing causing the change.

   She sobbed as she looked over at Jen...she could almost see her friend's
tits growing.  They were rapidly approaching a D-cup...and Claire bet they
wouldn't stop there.  What was happening to her own body...starting out at
a C-cup?

   Claire kept suckling, tears running down her cheeks.

   BOVINIZATION FARM FILE 001HM763 NOTES - ADDITIONAL
SUBJECTS/DEMONSTRATION

   The phase 1 transformations are now complete - quite successfully, as
expected.  The second set of subjects have arrived, and we are prepping
them for the upcoming demonstration.  The Client will be on hand as well to
witness the state of the initial subjects, as well as the testing of our
new prototypes on the second set.

   ----------------------------

   Claire awoke to the sudden sound of voices, blinking against the light.
She realized slowly that she was once again back in the lab, although
seemingly in a new cell.  As her vision cleared, she could see that the
floor and walls were reflective.  She sat up with a groan, and felt her
body shift oddly as she did so.  She looked down, and choked out a sob of
horror.

   Her beautiful body, which she had worked so hard to keep trim and fit
since her heavy days as a young girl, had been grossly distorted by her
hours of feeding.

   Her belly was huge...obviously fat, although it stuck out in front of
her almost like she was pregnant, disproportionately large relative to her
legs and arms, which looked a little heavier, but otherwise normal.

   Of course, the enormous, saggy tits laying on top of her large belly
were even worse.

   They were ridiculously huge - massive, jiggling tits, that fell on
either side of her big belly like the udders they now obviously were.  They
must have been JJs at *least* - even with her large belly, they dangled
almost to her bellybutton.  Each of them was topped with a huge, thick
nipple - still human-sized, unlike the cow-girl who had turned her into
this, but only barely.  From each nipple slowly dribbled creamy white
liquid.  Her tits ached with a need to be milked.

   Sobbing in disbelief, she reached up to touch the massive jugs, to prove
that they weren't real, weren't hers...and then stopped in shock, staring
at her hands.  Or what used to be her hands.  and now were two slender,
completely useless cow hooves.

   Claire screamed.

   "MoooooOOOOOOO!!!!"

   The loud moo that was all that came out threw Claire into a hysterical
panic.  She tried to scramble to her feet, but neither her front hooves nor
(as she discovered) her rear hooves, as her feet had become, were able to
get purchase on the slick floor.  That combined with the massive shift in
balance from her belly and her enormous tits to pitch her immediately over
onto her side, thrashing and mooing loudly in abject terror.

   "MOOOO!!  NNNNOOOOOO!!  PLURRRHHH...Plurrrhease!  Hurrrooooolp
mmmmooooooeee!"

   She sobbed, forcing the words out around the moos, as her monstrous tits
flopped onto the floor, her hooves clattering as she tried to get purchase.
She could barely speak, only able to form words around her mooing with
extreme difficulty.  Finally, she gave up, collapsing in a sobbing, mooing
heap, lying on her side on the floor of her cell.

   She lay, sobbing and terrified, as she realized the voices were growing
in number, somewhere beyond the mirrored wall of her room.  The mirror...

   Somehow seeing herself lying there in the mirror, her huge tits jiggling
and dripping next to her new belly, her hooves lying on the floor, her
horns and flickering cow-like ears, her swishing tail...something in her
broke.  She realized that she was nothing more than another cow now.  She
lay there, mooing and sobbing pathetically, while she listened to the
voices and movement beyond the horrific reflection of what she'd become.

   Suddenly, with a hissing noise, a door opened in the wall.  Claire
lifted her head to look with fright at who could be entering her cell.

   The man that stepped into the room was rail thin, and very tall.  He was
impeccably dressed in a crisp suit.  His expensive black shoes clattered on
the slick floor much like Claire's hooves had done a few moments ago.  His
eyes were adorned with round glasses, which he pushed up as he turned to
face the mirror, lifting a device in his hand.  At the push of a button,
the glass suddenly went from reflective to merely cloudy, revealing what
was obviously a large group of people seated in rows beyond.

   From the sudden quieting of the voices it was clear they could now see
in to witness Claire's new form.  Claire let out a low, despairing moo of
humiliation at being on display...and tried desperately to ignore the
tingling wetness she felt between her legs at the thought of being watched.

   The man cleared his throat.

   "Welcome to our little demonstration today, everyone.  As you know, the
Bovinization Farm is one of the most profitable arms of our little company,
and we have developed some new techniques that should not only improve our
yield, but also offers some exciting new opportunities for our clients."

   He turned and pointed down at the whimpering, mooing Claire-cow.

   "Here we have our first specimen of the day.  Our customer for today's
specimens has graciously allowed us to demonstrate these newest techniques
using his new livestock."

   The man nodded towards a figure sitting off to the side beyond the
window, clearly in a separate area.  Claire and craned her head, trying to
make out any details about the man, but could only see an indeterminate
male silhouette that nodded back.  Claire mooed pathetically at him...who
could he be?  How could he do this to her?

   The thin man continued.

   "Each of the cases you'll see today has been treated slightly
differently, tuned to the optimal requirements for our client.  This cow,
you can see from the picture on the screen, was only yesterday an athletic
young woman...and as you can see, she is now quite the heifer."

   Claire sobbed at the humiliating laugh from beyond the mirror.

   "Her large udders will produce a significant amount of milk, and as with
most of our cows, has additional affects that we will demonstrate shortly.
In addition, in this one's case, she has had her body somewhat...expanded,
into her new full figure."

   This understatement drew another laugh.

   "But of course, that is not all.  Her vocal apparatus has been
significantly modified, to produce the pleasing moos that you can now
hear...she still has some limited capacity for speech, but only with great
difficulty, though her intellect has remained largely unaffected.  Indeed
the more excited or stressed she is, the less she will be able to speak,
only moo like the bovine she is."

   Claire involuntarily stressed this, attempting to beg this horror to
end, but only producing loud, incomprehensible moos.

   "As you can see, her hands and feet are much more appealing hooves now,
even if they are essentially useless to her.  Even further, her mental
modifications have worked out excellently, and, as we shall demonstrate,
tie nicely into her greatly heightened arousal."

   The man walked around the mooing Claire, and grabbed one of her hooves,
lifting her leg up so that the audience could have a clear view of her
pussy.  Claire sobbed, and desperately wanted to kick, to fight, but found
herself unable to do so.

   "As you can see, where only yesterday she was incredibly strong-willed,
she is now a nice, docile little - well, not so little - farm animal.  In
addition, as is certainly quite obvious, though her situation is intensely
humiliating for her, and though she formerly detested being on display in
this manner, you can now see her intense arousal at the situation.  Note
how exceptionally wet the cow is, ready for breeding or other
more...recreational uses."

   Claire sobbed in humiliation, and yet knew it was true - she could feel
cool air blowing across her cunt and wet thighs, showing how aroused she
was.

   "Now, let us show some additional mental adjustments that have been made
at the request of our client.  Kevin?"

   Claire choked back a sob and lifted her head to look at the opening
door. Through the door stepped a man...stark naked.  He was incredibly fit
- muscles rippling and oiled - and Claire supposed he was handsome as well.
Most striking was his large, incredibly hard cock, poking out in front of
him.

   Claire's eyes wandered over him disinterestedly, and then moved to the
second figure coming through the door.  Her whole body suddenly began to
burn with arousal, and she let out an involuntary moo of excitement.

   Kevin was holding a leash, and after him was stumbling another woman. 
She was completely naked other than the leather sheath that held her arms
trapped behind her, and the leather hood that completely covered her face,
other than room for her nose so she could breathe, and a hole in the top
from which raven-black hair was pulled out into a pony-tail, dangling down
to her back.  The girl stumbled forward, blind, at the end of Kevin's
leash.

   Claire began to drool as she stared at the girl's body.

   She was of moderate height and very trim, with smallish breasts topped
with dark pink nipples.  Her skin was white and flawless.  Her pussy was
cleanly shaven - as she came closer, Claire found herself staring at it -
it looked as though she had never had hair there to begin with (and
certainly would never again).

   The girl moaned loudly, clearly gagged under the hood as well, and tried
weakly to fight Kevin's leash, but her blindness kept her from being able
to resist significantly, even despite her terrified groans of protest.

   There was something familiar about the girl, but not being able to see
her face, Claire couldn't place it.  And she was too aroused as she stared
at the girl stumbling towards her to really think about it deeply.

   "You will notice that our cow is somewhat taken with the lovely young
specimen who is to be part of our second set of demonstrations today, in
spite of the very attractive Kevin who is leading her.  Until yesterday,
our cow was quite heterosexual - in fact was repulsed by the idea of being
with another woman.  And yet now, she is stricken with uncontrolled lust at
the sight of a naked girl...and completely uninterested in the man with
her."

   Claire realized slowly through her haze of lust what the man was
saying...and that it was true.  She desperately looked over at the naked
Kevin, realizing now that until recently she would have been quite
appreciative of him...and now felt nothing.  She could barely even bother
to look at him, and instead her eyes were drawn to the luscious creature he
was leading in her direction...

   "How much has she been modified in this manner?  Well, let's find
out..."

   Another man entered the room with a strange chair that flared out into a
v-shaped front.  As he set it down, Kevin settled the sobbing, gagged girl
down onto it a few feet away from Claire, and the purpose of the shape
quickly revealed itself.  Kevin grabbed one slender ankle, and then the
other, strapping them to the legs of the chair with the attached leather
straps.  The girl sat, sobbing, her legs spread wide to reveal the pink,
hairless slit of her pussy.

   Claire stared at it.  The man was speaking, but she couldn't hear him,
her ears ringing with her overwhelming need to lick the pretty slit so
close.  Her breathing came out in mooing huffs and snorts.

   Suddenly, with a loud moo, she began to try to climb to all fours again.
This time, she had a better idea what to expect with her new hooves, and
the man who had brought the chair in helped her up.  Snorting and mooing
desperately, she crawled forward, her huge tits dragging along the ground,
sending shudders of pleasure through her as her nipples rubbed against the
floor.  Claire braced her hooves against the legs of the chair, and dove
her mouth over the exposed cunt of the bound girl.

   The girl let out a loud moan of protest and then a moan that was quite
unlike protest at all as Claire's tongue found her slit and her clit and
began to slurp desperately at her.  Though the girl was obviously trying to
resist it, and kept attempting to pull her legs together, she was just as
obviously enjoying it...quite a bit, in fact.  Her hairless cunt quickly
became quite wet.  Claire had always heard that girls tasted very different
(and indeed, Jen and Lisa's cunts had tasted quite different from her own)
and was surprised to find that this girl's delicious pussy tasted
remarkably like hers.

   Suddenly the girl screamed in pleasure, and her slender body bucked
against the chair as she came from Claire's slurping tongue.  Her orgasm
was obviously incredibly intense, and her juices squirted out of her as she
came, splattering Claire's massive tits.  When she finally stopped cumming,
muffled sobs came from behind her mask, which sounded like a combination of
humiliation and being overwhelmed by the pleasure coming from between her
legs.  She weakly tried to close them, but to no avail as Claire continued
hungrily licking her.

   "As you can see, our little cow is quite the enthused pussy-licker now.
And is largely indifferent to her normal male preference.  Which isn't to
say that she isn't breedable - far from it.  In fact...Kevin, why don't you
enjoy the cow's other end while she continues warming up our friend there
for the second set of demonstrations, while I continue with the first set."

   Claire was so focused on the pussy in her mouth that she only vaguely
noticed as someone (presumably Kevin), lifted her swishing tail.  A moment
later, she let out a mooing grunt as a very large cock slid smoothly into
her sopping cunt from behind, and began to glide in and out of her.  She
mooed in pleasure - it still felt good, even if it wasn't what she really
craved now - and continued her progress towards the girl's second orgasm.

   "So, continuing with our first set of specimens, why don't we move along
to our next cow..."

   Claire managed to pull her eyes from the cunt in front of her to look up
as the door opened yet again, to see another man leading Jen into the room,
also on a leash.  Claire's arousal ratcheted up another notch even as she
moaned in horror to see what had become of her friend.

   Jen clattered into the room on very high heels, walking very carefully
even though she had obviously retained her feet (unlike Claire), as she was
obviously thrown tremendously off-balance by the enormous tits dangling
from her chest.  They were almost as big as Claire's, but where Claire's
were huge, drooping things that could hardly be considered anything but
udders, Jen's were shockingly firm.  They were obviously real from the way
they jiggled, but they hung down to her bellybutton, swaying massively in
front of her, her large, dark nipples pointing outward, and also dribbling
milk though in smaller quantities than Claire's (which were creating a
puddle beneath her on the floor as Kevin pounded into her and the girl came
again).

   Jen stumbled forward as the man pulled on her leash, and the expression
on her face horrified Claire.  Jen's large brown eyes were vacant,
dull...it was clear that she barely understood what was going on.  Jen's
hands were hooves just like Claire's, and she held them in front of her,
periodically looking at them in confusion as though she knew something was
wrong with them but she couldn't quite figure out what.  Her long tail
swished behind her as she walked.  Other than that, she was physically
mostly the same - slender and petite other than her monstrous tits.

   "Moooooooooo?  Mooooooooo...."

   Jen's tongue lolled out as she mooed dumbly, clearly not even trying to
form words.

   "Now, as you can see, though Jen here has been slightly less physically
altered than poor Claire over there, the mental changes are somewhat more
significant.  Jen?  Jen...look here Jen..."

   Jen mooed as she looked around in confusion.

   Meanwhile, the girl Claire was licking had jumped as their actual names
had been mentioned, and had let out a moaning squeal, trying to pull away
from Claire's desperate tongue again.  Claire was too distracted by the
sudden rush of cum inside her from Kevin's cock, and the lovely taste of
the girl's cunt as she approached a third orgasm to really think about it
much.

   "As you can see, the poor creature has lost any comprehension of
language, even her ability to recognize her own name.  Her intellect has
been vastly reduced...she definitely has moments of clarity where she
realized what has been done to her, but most of the time, her mind remains
only slightly above that of the cow she has become."

   At a nod from the speaker, the man who had led Jen into the room dropped
her leash and began to disrobe.

   "Jen is the perfect breeding or milking cow now.  She will produce
copious milk, and has very little on her mind other than typical animal
pursuits, though the one set of skills that she has been left with is a
*remarkable* array of entertainment-related skills, and the intense desire
to use them."

   The man wasn't particularly good looking - if anything he was somewhat
ugly - fat and balding.  However, when he finished taking his clothes off
and his moderately large cock sprang free, Jen's eyes siezed on it
immediately, and she began to snort in obvious arousal.  Letting out a loud
moo of excitement, she stumbled towards him, and fell to her knees, her
humongous tits leading the way.  She plunged forward, her eyes rolling back
as her mouth wrapped around the cock in front of her.  She let out muffled
moos of pleasure as she slurped at the man's cock.  The man let out a very
human groan of pleasure of his own.

   "Now, as a special addition to Jen's particular blend of traits, watch
what happens as Frank cums in her mouth."

   After a very short time (Jen was now obviously incredibly skilled with
her mouth now), Frank let out a groan.  Jen's eyes widened and her moos
became cow-like squeals of pleasure - it was obvious she was cumming as
well.  Even more horrible, though was the sudden intelligence that flashed
in her eyes, and the tears of disgust and realization of what she was
doing...what she had become...that followed.  And yet she came loudly,
obviously incapable of stopping her sucking.

   Finally Frank stopped cumming and pulled his cock out of Jen's mouth,
one or two final squirts blasting her face and tits, and splattering onto
the floor.  Jen looked around with horror as she gasped from her own
obviously intense orgasm.

   "MoooOOOO!  MOOOO!  MOOO!  Mooo...moooo?  Moooooooo....Moooooooo..."

   For a few moments, Jen mooed loudly in an obvious attempt to speak,
tears running down her cheeks.  But after just a few moments, the intellect
in her eyes faded again, and a look of confusion came over her...then her
placid cow-like look settled in once again.  Mooing mindlessly, she glanced
down and saw the cum on her huge tits, and bent down to lick it off...then
rolled forward to begin licking it off of the floor, shivering with
pleasure and mooing softly.

   "As you can see, Jen quite enjoys having someone cum in her mouth...and
when she cums herself, for just a few brief moments, she gets the joy of
intelligence back, though it is oh so fleeting.  In fact, the frequency of
that will fade with time...after a few months she'll probably only remember
who she once was every fourth or fifth orgasm or so."

   Jen lifted her head from the floor and looked around stupidly, a line of
drool and cum dribbling from her mouth.  She mooed softly and lifted her
mouth to Frank's softening cock, trying to coax it back to hardness with
her tongue.

   Claire moaned and choked out a sob at what had been done to her poor
friend, but she was only momentarily distracted from her ministrations to
the cunt in front of her, as then the sobbing, protesting girl began
screaming in another orgasm, squirting onto Claire, who shivered in
pleasure.  Meanwhile, Kevin had pulled out of her from behind, and she
could feel his warm cum (quite an abnormal amount of it, it seemed)
dribbling down the inside of her thigsh.

   "Now, let's proceed to our third specimen," the thin man intoned.

   On queue, a section of wall opened up and a man began wheeling in a wide
cart.  In the center of the cart knelt Lisa - like the other two girls,
Lisa had been transformed, though again in a distinctive way.  Her small
tits were also monstrously large - on a par with Jen's, though on Lisa's
much smaller body...and unlike either Claire or Jen, her nipples were
enormous as well, thick and probably four inches long.  Like Claire's,
Lisa's tits dangled downwards heavily.  They were clearly udders.  She
sported the same horns and tail they all did, but unlike the other two
girls, she retained her hands and feet, though the latter were bound in
high heels.  Her completely bare cunt positively gushed pussy juice.

   Of course, Lisa was not alone on the cart - she lay amongst several
other people.  Lisa grunted as she bounced up and down on one cock in her
ass, while another plunged in and out of her mouth, and she stroked another
one in a slender hand.  Her other hand was wrapped around one of her large
nipples, pulling on it desperately, squirting milk everywhere.

   It was clear from the cum coating her hair, face, tits...she'd been at
this a while now.  She moaned in obvious pleasure.

   "Lisa, as you can see, has been largely turned into a creature made for
pleasure.  She retains her intelligence and certain other more human
features, though they are all essentially for her primary purpose now - to
please whatever man, woman or...well, whatever might show an interest in
her."

   Lisa began to squeal in pleasure as all three cocks began to cum,
spurring her own orgasm on.  Her cries of pleasure were muffled by her
desperate attempts to swallow all the cum from the cock in her mouth, as
the one in her hand sprayed hot cum on her new large tits.

   The thin man cleared his throat as the three men stopped cumming.  With
a groan, they all pulled away from Lisa, the cock in her ass sliding out
with a pop.

   "Mmmmoooooooo!!" Lisa moaned loudly as the cocks pulled away from her,
then let out a small, desperate sob...of need, of humiliation...it was hard
to tell.  She tried to chase the cocks as the men left the trolley, but was
pulled up short by a leash attached to her collar and the handle of her
platform.  Eyes wild she looked around for someone else to sate her, and
then, not finding anyone (as all the men were either taken or stumbling
from the room), she mooed again loudly and turned to begin licking the cum
off of the trolley she was on, most of which had dribbled from her ass.

   "As you can hear, Lisa can no longer speak, like Jen...though she is
fully aware of her actions and what she has become, much like Claire."

   Another small sob escaped Lisa as she slurped up the cum, pulling on her
huge nipples and spraying her milk onto the cart.

   "So...now let's move on to the second part of our demonstration.  You
have seen our first set of bovine transformations...now we'd like to show
you some of the special variants we've been working on, and also just how
fast these transformations can be done with our new technology.

   "Once again, our client has generously provided an additional set of
girls for our demonstration, which are *particularly* interesting, I
believe.  Why don't we start with the young lady that Claire has been
warming up."

   Claire let out a sudden grunt as someone began pulling on a leash
attached to her own collar.  She pulled back, hard, trying desperately to
keep licking the cunt of the trapped, exhausted girl.

   "Mmmmnnnnooo!  Mooooore!"

   Finally, the handlers managed to pull her away, her huge tits dragging
on the ground through the puddle of Kevin's cum that had dripped out of
her, and it was only when she was several feet away that she began to have
any semblance of coherent thought other than her desperate need to get back
to that delicious pussy.  She knelt, panting, but at least no longer
pulling so hard she was choking herself.

   "Now then, let's take a look at our first specimen of the next set under
that hood, shall we?"

   The man walked around behind the girl, as Claire sat, trembling.  He
undid the buckles and pulled the hood off of the girl, who drew in a
gasping, sobbing breath, blinking against the sudden light.

   Claire's eyes went wide as she recognized suddenly who the girl was
underneath the mask.

   "MMMMMOOOOOOOO!!!!  MOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  MMMMOOOOOOOO!!!!"

   Claire was screaming, but all that came out were loud, horrified moos as
she stared back at her sobbing sister.  The girl whose cunt Claire had been
so happily licking, who she'd made cum over and over for the last half
hour, was her own little sister, Denise.

   And the worst part was, if someone hadn't been holding her leash, she'd
be diving right back into that lovely, oh-so-familiar-tasting cunt.

   Denise's raven black hair tumbled around her neck as she shook with
sobs, her small breasts heaving.  She groaned as she saw Claire and had her
own suspicious confirmed, and then her eyes widened as they cleared and she
saw the changes to Claire's body.  Denise began to squeal in horror at what
had been done to her sister...and obvious fear at what was being done to
her.

   "As you might be able to tell, these two know each other...the lovely
young girl is, in fact, our cow's younger sister Denise."

   The man continued to talk as a couple of other men walked into the room,
wheeling some strange wooden contraption.

   "Now, lovely Denise has been specially prepped, though she isn't fully
aware of it.  She was subjected to a number of tests in which she selected
her own transformation from a set of many possible options....the choice,
of course, was that of what she considered the most humiliating option for
herself of the possibilities."

   "Nnnnooooo...p-puhhhh-puuuullease," sobbed Claire.  If she could speak,
she would have begged them to let her sister go, but that was all the
language she could manage before descending into mooing sobs.

   The men set down the wooden device in front of Denise, who sobbed
through her gag.  Then they walked over to Claire and began to pull her
forward.  Claire was horrified to find that her will to resist was
overridden by her desire to move towards that cunt to lick it some
more...Denise's cunt.

   "Now, one of the fantastic things about our process is its
self-replicating nature.  Other than the mental tests, no physical changes
have been made to young Denise.  She remains her pure, pretty self.  For
the moment."

   Claire let out a mooing moan as the men suddenly lifted on her leash,
forcing her to try and stand.  She grunted, and two of the men grabbed her
arms and heaved her heavy body upward, her massive tits swaying.  She got a
sudden view of her sobbing, terrified, horrified sister through the large,
curved opening in the wooden frame, and then Claire was tottering forward
on her hind hooves.

   The men pulled her forward, and she felt them lifting her massive tits.
As she stumbled towards their pulling, she realized that her tits were
sliding into the curved slots she had looked through on her way up...and
her neck was settled into a velvet-lined collar at the top.  A few more
straps and pulling on her arms to get them into position, and she was
secured.

   She mooed and sobbed in humiliation.

   Claire was standing on her hind hooves, strapped into a large frame
constructed to support her massive breasts and allow them to dangle out of
the front, held aloft for easy access.  Her arms were strapped into either
side of the frame, so her front hooves dangled uselessly, and her head was
strapped into a slot at the top, in such a way that her neck was angled
upwards, leaving her fully immobilized.  If she tilted her eyes downwards,
she could just *barely* see the top of Denise's sobbing head.

   "Mmooooo....mooooo," she mooed, pitifully.

   "So, the exciting part begins now.  Our cow's lovely body produces in
all its fluids a high concentration of the nanites that we use for our
transformations, and they are fully programmable."

   The man held up what looked like a slender remote control and pointed it
at Claire.  It could have been her imagination, but she thought she felt
the faintest tingle in her body (and particularly her breasts) as he did
so.

   "Now...let's remove young Denise's gag."

   Claire stood, trembling, as one of the handlers removed Denise's gag,
and Denise let out a screech.

   "Let me go!  Oh god, you fuckers!  What have you done to Claire!  Oh
god, please let me go!!"

   Claire felt one of the handlers grab her large tit and give it a sudden
squeeze.  She shivered with pleasure as milk squirted out of her.  It was
only by the result that she guessed they must have sprayed it onto Denise's
face...and presumably in her mouth.

   "What are you....ah!  Oh my god!  That's...uh...mmm...oohhh noooo...I
d-don't...ohhh..."

   Denise's yelling and thrashing stopped, and then suddenly Claire felt
Denise's lips fasten over one of Claire's large nipples and begin sucking
desperately.

   Claire's eyes rolled upwards at the intense pleasure that ripped through
her, as well as the incredible lassitude that came with it.  Suddenly all
was right with the world...someone was suckling on her milk-filled udders.
She knew it should have bothered her that it was her little sister, but she
didn't really care as long as she kept sucking.

   Claire mooed as she had her first small orgasm of many that would
follow.

   "As you can see, the milk our cow produces is largely irresistible.  Why
don't we let Denise suckle for a while, and move on to our next specimen,
shall we?"

   Claire let out another moo as Denise switched nipples with a sob, and
languidly followed the man as the door opened again.

   This time, the girl that was being wheeled in was instantly familiar to
Claire.  The slim, dark-skinned girl with short hair was largely folded
into a kneeling position, naked, in a glass or plastic box.  Her head stuck
out of an opening, but otherwise she was fully sealed in.  As they turned
her on the wheeled trolley, you could see her smallish, dark-nippled
breasts, and dark-furrend pussy.  Remarkably similar to Jen.

   Not surprising, since the girl was Jen's sister, Kenzie.

   Kenzie trembled, moving her head from side to side in desperation.  What
looked like a leather strip went around her head, covering her eyes and
ears, and obviously quite effectively, she clearly could neither see nor
hear anything as she whimpered quietly.

   Jen looked at the girl blankly as they wheeled her over to the softly
mooing girl.

   "As you may have guessed, our next specimen is also a sister...in this
case, Jen's younger sister, Kenzie.  Our little sensory-deprivation strap
is working quite well, as she clearly cannot hear or see at all...a little
mass market toy we'll be producing soon."

   Jen's handler pulled Jen up into a kneeling position.  Unlike Claire,
Jen's large tits were firm enough that in this position, with Kenzie on the
small trolley, her nipples were about at head height for the girl.  Jen
looked at the trembling Kenzie without recognition.

   "Now in this case, our client has made a somewhat specific request for
young Kenzie, so," the man pressed the remote once more.

   As before, one of the handlers grabbed one of Jen's large tits and
squeezed, squirting milk onto Kenzie's face.  The younger girl jerked in
shock, completely surprised in her sightless, soundless world at the sudden
splash of liquid.

   "What?  Oh god, I...uh...mmmm...."

   Kenzie barely had time to lick her lips before Jen's nipple was placed
on them, and she began to suckle desperately, moaning in confused pleasure.
Jen began to moo loudly, obviously enjoying the suckling as much as Claire,
though her intense sobs every time she came and had a brief realization of
exactly what she was doing were utterly miserable.

   "Alright, as you might guess, our third specimen completes this family
affair..."

   The doors opened again, and in was wheeled a girl lying spread-eagled on
an x-shaped bed...Ellen, Lisa's older sister.  She was naked, her
reasonably full, soft breasts jiggling as she was rolled in.  Her short
brown hair was matted behind her cute, somewhat plain face.  She looked
around wildly, neither gagged nor blindfolded nor otherwise prevented from
a full appreciation of what was going on around her.

   "Oh god...oh god...oh my god," she moaned over and over, seeing the
other girls, and obviously overcome with horror as she recognized all of
them.  Finally her eyes settled on her sister, licking the floor of her
trolley as she milked her own huge nipples, and she broke down into
hysterical tears.

   Lisa looked up as they wheeled her sister past her, and a sudden look of
horror washed over her, along with a miserable sob.

   "For our last guest, we've decided to play a little game.  Lisa gets to
choose the option for her older sister, Ellen.  Ellen, by the way, is a
college professor, and quite the scholar...I'm sure she'll appreciate our
experiments here."

   The titter of laughter from beyond the glass seemed to shock Ellen out
of her hysterical sobbing, and she turned her head towards the thin man.

   "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "please don't do anything to me. 
Please...keep the rest of them but just let me go..."

   The thin man grinned at Ellen's desperate pleas to save herself. 
Instead of responding, he walked over to Lisa, grabbing an electronic pad
that one of the handlers held out.

   "Why don't we let Lisa decide.  What I have here is a set of several
options...the large red button being 'Let Ellen Go'...the others all sorts
of transformation options, which will obviously allow Lisa to play with
Ellen as well."

   He turned the pad and held it out to Lisa.  She looked up at him,
shivering as she continued to pull on her large nipples, then looked down
at the pad.  It was obvious that she could at least still read as she
scanned the options frantically, then looked up at her sister.

   "Please," sobbed Ellen, "Please Lisa...let me go..."

   Lisa lifted one milk covered hand, and poised it over the pad.  It was
clear that in spite of her sister's happiness to abandon Lisa here, Lisa
was trying desperately to make herself hit the red button...

   Finally with a sobbing moo, Lisa's finger stabbed down onto the pad. 
The man lifted it and looked at her selection, then grinned at her.

   "Good cow," He reached over and unhooked Lisa's leash, "go get your
reward."

   Lisa mooed loudly as she stumbled to her feet, eyes wild once again with
lust.  As she stepped off the cart, it was suddenly obvious that Ellen's
head was perfectly situated at crotch height for Lisa.

   "Oh god...Lisa, you stupid...what did you...what are you...nooommmmphh!"

   Ellen's berating of Lisa was cut off as Lisa stumbled over to her,
turned, and plunged her dripping pussy onto her sister's mouth.  Ellen
struggled wildly for a second, moaning into Lisa's cunt.  And then slowly,
her moans became something else, and it was obvious from Lisa's
increasingly loud moos of pleasure that her sister was sucking intently on
Lisa's cunt.  Lisa began to pull on her nipples again, the milk dribbling
down her belly and onto Ellen's face and hair.

   "As you can see, Lisa's pussy juice is much like the milk these cows
produce.  Actually, this is true for all of them, though Lisa produces it
in *much* larger quantities."

   The man looked around at the the pairs of sisters, fully occupied in
sucking or cumming, and nodded in satisfaction.

   "It seems that now would be an excellent time to break for lunch, as the
girls here have already begun feeding.  We'll return shortly, and see what
our little experiment has produced."

   Claire was so busy cumming and enjoying her sister suckling on her large
breasts that it was only when the voices began filing in behind the glass
once more that she registered that they had been alone for some time.  The
room had been filled for some time with sounds of slurping and the periodic
loud moos of the three transformed girls cumming, as well as the moans and
whimpers of the other three girls.

   At some point, some of the handlers had apparently erected curtains
around them, though in her distracted, contented state, Claire couldn't
summon the curiosity necessary to speculate why.

   At some point, one of the handlers (possibly Kevin) had also mounted her
from behind again, though she had only paid the remotest attention to the
cock ramming into her.  She could feel the cum running down then inside of
her thighs once again.  She wondered vaguely when he'd finished?

   Claire mooed loudly as she suddenly came again, her sore nipples still
sending blasts of pleasure through her from Denise's desperately sucking
lips.  As she came, she heard the now-familiar voice of the thin man beyond
the curtain.

   "Welcome back everyone.  I trust you enjoyed your lunch and
cocktails...as well as the other treats that many of you took advantage
of."

   There was a smattering of laughter at this.

   "So now, why don't we shall proceed with our little presentation.  We
left the subjects alone for approximately two hours, all told, so they
should be quite finished by this point, believe it or not."

   There was some surprised murmuring at that revelation.

   "For our first sample, let us have a look at the lovely Denise, who has
been enjoying the milk from Claire's udders."

   Claire looked around languidly as the curtain surrounding her fell and
drifted down to the floor.  The thin, tall man was standing in front of
her, and his mouth curled upwards into a grin.

   There was a loud gasp and the murmur of surprised voices from beyond the
glass.

   "Mmmmmooooooo," she mooed, contentedly, feeling the milk flow out of her
left udder into her sister's mouth somewhere in front of her.  Some part of
her wondered vaguely what all the commotion was about.

   "As you can see, Denise's transformation is fully complete at this
point...why don't we get her separated from her sister's udder and get a
better look, shall we?"

   A pair of the handlers came around in front of Claire and began fumbling
below her field of vision.  She could tell that they were doing something
with Denise, as her sister kept shifting positions, though she continued to
suckle at Claire's nipples, making noises which Claire now realized
sounded...odd.  Though she didn't really care too much as long as Denise
kept on...

   Suddenly, with the loud scraping sound of the chair Denise had been
strapped to being pulled away, Denise's mouth was yanked fully off of
Claire's nipple.  The tingling pleasure she'd been feeling for the last
couple of hours began to fade, and she made a small moo of disappointment.

   Then suddenly the incredible lassitude she'd also been feeling
evaporated all at once, and she let out a loud moo of horror.  Oh
god...what had she done?  What had happened to Denise?

   As the handler pulled Denise to her feet, Claire's eyes went wide and
she screamed - or mooed, as that was all she could do - as she stared at
what had become of her poor sister.  Denise was blinking heavily, still
dazed from the milk that she was licking from her lips.  She'd obviously
been swallowing all she could, though large amounts of it had run down her
chin, between her breasts.

   The formerly slender former cheerleader suddenly seemed to become aware
again, and she saw her sister the cow staring at her and crying, looked
down at herself...and screamed.

   "SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!!  SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!!!  <SNORT>!! 
SQUEEEE<SNORT><SNORT><SNORT>!!!"

   The sounds that came out were those of a very frightened pig.  Which
was, of course, what Denise had become.

   Her pretty face now sported a long pig's snout where her nose had been,
and beneath it was her human mouth, though her lips were fatter than they
had been before.  Where her ears had been were now long, floppy pig ears,
twitching and flicking in horror.

   Her breasts were only slightly larger, though her nipples had thickened
and elongated and were now two or three inches long.  Her whole body had,
in fact, grown thicker, particularly her hips and ass - Denise had been
slender before and now was...piggy.  All of the hair on her crotch had
fallen off, leaving her completely bare and pink between her legs.

   Her hands and feet...though she was able to stand, unlike her sister, it
was on pig hooves that she balanced on precariously.  Her hands were also
pigs hooves...completely useless as they dangled in front of her.

   And, of course, poking up from her wider ass was a cute, curly little
pig's tail, trembling now with her panic.

   Denise continued to squeal and snort, obviously the only sounds she
could manage, tears rolling down her cheeks.  The handler yanked on her
leash and she stumbled to one side.  Claire mooed pitifully, crying tears
of her own as she stared at what had been done...what *she* had done to her
lovely younger sister.

   "As you can see," the thin man said over Denise's squeals, "poor Denise
is obviously quite distraught at what has happened to her.  Not surprising
since, as I mentioned earlier, this was selected by her as the most
humiliating of the possible options we had on the table for her.  And there
are a few more entertaining developments yet to be demonstrated."

   As he spoke, the handler led Denise out of Claire's field of vision,
behind her.  Denise continued to squeal and snort...and all of a sudden,
her terrified cries began to fade, and she began making a new snorting
snuffling sound.

   Claire mooed in confusion as she suddenly heard the snuffling sound grow
louder...whatever Denise was doing it was immediately behind Claire now.

   "As you can see, our little pig has smelled something she now craves."

   Claire twisted her head as best she could to look at the mirrored wall
to see what Denise was doing...and suddenly wished she hadn't.  Her sister
had fallen to all fours, and was sniffing along the ground beneath Claire,
and suddenly, horribly, began to lick the floor, making new squeals of
happiness...as she cleaned up the pool of cum that had dripped from
Claire's cunt.

   "As you can see, much like other kinds of trained pigs, Denise's nose is
quite well trained.  But what Denise wants isn't truffles, obviously. 
Denise has become a wonderful little cum-pig."

   Denise let out a small sob, and then continued to lap up the cum on the
floor.

   "This is interesting, as if you inspect her profile, you will note that
the former Denise had a fairly strong aversion to cum, disliking the
flavor, disliking oral sex, in fact.  She still probably doesn't
particularly like the flavor...but she craves cum.  In fact...it is the
only thing that Denise is able to eat now, along with the similar
substances produced by women, as well as the milk from our cow-girls. 
Fortunately, though she probably prefers human cum, she can subsist on any
kind.  Which is good, since though she doesn't require much, it will
probably be much more efficient to gather cum produced by larger animals
for her trough."

   Claire sobbed with revulsion at what the man was saying...and then
shivered, as suddenly she felt Denise's tongue creeping up her thigh.  In
spite of her horror at what her sister was doing, she couldn't help herself
- she mooed in excitement as she realized where Denise was headed to gather
more cum, as she lapped it from Claire's legs, sobbing and squealing.

   Suddenly, snuffling and grunting, Denise's snout thrust into Claire's
cunt.  Claire mooed loudly at the feeling of her sister's tongue inside
her, eyes wide in shocked pleasure.  Denise was obviously more interested
in cleaning as much cum and pussy juice out of her sister than she was in
Claire's pleasure, but fortunately in Claire's new state, that didn't
matter much, and it was only a matter of a minute or so before she was
cumming, with loud moos to match her sisters squeals and grunts.

   "Well...since these two seem to be quite happy here, why don't we move
onto the next pair."

   The man turned and walked to the next curtain.  As he approached, the
curtain fell away, dropped by some hidden mechanism.  Behind the curtain,
mooing softly, Jen knelt on the floor while Kenzie continued happily
suckling at her nipple, milk dribbling down her chin.  Jen's eyes were
blank and cowlike, but it was clear that she'd been sobbing - her cheeks
were wet and her eyes red.  She must have cum several times and seen
whatever was happening to her sister in her brief moments of intelligence,
and tried to get away - someone had trussed her front hooves to her feet,
so that she couldn't move.

   Whatever had happened to Kenzie, however, was currently hidden, as her
formerly transparent box was currently dark - it was clearly of the same
glass used in the walls, able to become transparent or mirrored on command.

   And it was clear that the thin man had a sense of theater.

   The handlers came and untied Jen, pulling her away before she could come
again, her nipple slipping from between her sister's questing lips.  The
thin man stepped up behind Kenzie, and turned to speak to the audience.

   "Now, our second transformation is the specific request of our client.
We hope that he will be pleased, as his generosity has made much of what
you see here today possible."

   The man pulled the now familiar remote from his pocket and pressed a
button, and the box holding Kenzie popped open with a hiss, falling to
either side of her.

   Once again the audience gasped in shock and disbelief.

   Kenzie, suddenly freed, pulled herself shakily to all fours, and stepped
gingerly off of the platform she'd been wheeled in on.  As she did, she
began shaking her head from side to side, growling at the band wrapping her
head and keeping her blind and deaf.  She batted and pulled at it with her
paws, and finally it popped free, leaving the pretty girl blinking in the
light as her pointed ears popped up from beneath it to poke up out of her
hair.  She shook herself off and sat back on her haunches, her long tongue
dangling out as she panted happily and licked the remaining milk from her
chops.

   After a few moments, a look of confused horror suddenly overcame the
girl's happy expression, and she looked down at herself.  A long, low whine
of terror escaped the girl as she took in her brown and black-furred fore
and hind legs, her long tongue...

   She looked up in horror, as though seeing the thin man for the first
time.

   "Arf!  Arf arf arf!" Kenzie barked in her disbelieving horror, her ears
flattening back against her head.

   Kenzie's lovely torso remained unaltered - her dark skin, her small,
perky breasts with their dark nipples, the pink slit between her legs
nestled in a thin patch of black hair.  Similarly, her pretty face remained
the same, although the long tongue that stuck out as she panted, and the
pointed ears that stuck up from her black hair were new.

   They matched the rest of her...the part of her that was all german
shepherd.

   Her arms and legs were gone, replaced with slender furry legs and paws.
From her rear stuck out a fluffy black and brown tail.  From her mouth,
though she tried desperately to speak as tears ran down her cheeks, came
only the sounds of a frightened dog.

   The audience began to applaud.  Kenzie looked around in confusion, her
barking and crying increasing.  The thin man held up a hand, a thin smile
on his lips.

   "Impressive, isn't it?  Kenzie, of course, is probably somewhat
confused, her last memory before a several hours ago being at her desk in
her dorm room studying, only to find herself waking up here as our client's
new bitch.

   "I am certain that her confusion is only increasing (along with other
emotions) as she realized that she cannot understand me...she may realized
that I am speaking english, but to her it will largely sound like
gibberish. She no longer has human language capacity, having instead only a
few limited words that she will recognize...as any good dog would."

   Kenzie was indeed staring at the man in horror, as though realizing that
she should be able to recognize *something* in his speech...but was
obviously failing.  She seemed to suddenly (rightly) decide that he was
responsible for this, and her human mouth drew back in a very dog-like
snarl, and she began to bark loudly at him.

   The thin man whirled on her, eyes blazing.

   "Kenzie!  Bad dog!"

   At the admonishment, her eyes went wide and she flung herself onto the
ground in front of him, ears pressing back against her head in a submissive
display.  She began to whine pathetically as she crawled towards him, and
began to pee on the floor behind her, like a good submissive dog.

   He knelt down and began scratching her behind the ears, and her tail
began to wag as she panted.

   "As you can see, her dog personality is largely in control.  She remains
quite aware of who she was and what she has become...but she truly is a dog
now, for the most part."

   As if to punctuate this, Kenzie suddenly rolled over onto her back,
drawing her paws up in the ultimate submissive display.  She looked up at
the man in confusion, her long tongue lolling from the side of her mouth.
The thin man began to stroke her human body, his fingers roaming over her
belly, and then up over her nipple, eliciting a small whine of pleasure and
a tail wag.  And then he looked down between her legs, where her slit
glistened.

   "And, of course, she is always in heat."

   Suddenly he stood.  Kenzie rolled to her paws and stood looking up at
him.

   "She is quite well trained - Kenzie, Sit!"

   Obediently (if with a slightly pained look), Kenzie sat.  The man
grinned.

   "And she has a few special commands, too.  Kenzie," the man pointed
between her hind legs, "lick."

   Kenzie let out a short whine as her eyes widened, and then she dove to
obey.  Her head plunged downwards as she lifted her leg...and began to lap
at her own wet cunt with her long tongue.  And impossible position for the
girl she was...but perfectly doable as the bitch she'd become.

   As she licked, she whined in humiliation...which rapidly turned to
whimpers of pleasure, wet slurping sounds coming from between her legs. 
Suddenly, she let out a series of small barks, her body shaking as she
clearly came...a strange noise coming from a dog.  She let out another
surprisingly human moan of humiliation as she came down from her first
orgasm, shivering...but continued lapping at her own cunt, working towards
a second.

   "Somehow, I think Kenzie might enjoy her new flexibility."

   The thin man turned from the dog-girl licking herself frantically, and
walked towards the last curtain.

   "Oh, and Kenzie - and Denise, actually - have also been structured to be
part of our breeding program, if the client desires it (or his own for that
matter).  Both are fully compatible with their new species...though it is
not entirely clear what sort of offspring they will produce.  Though I do
hope we will find out soon.

   "Now, for our last presentation..."

   Once again the curtain fell away as the man walked up to it, and the
audience let out a small gasp (and again, mutters of appreciation) at the
scene that was revealed.

   Lisa had shifted positions at some point while she'd been forcing her
sister to lick her, and they were now in a 69 position.  Clearly any
protests Ellen had had over the horror of being forced to lick her sister's
incredibly wet pussy were long since past.  She made strange sobbing,
grunting noises as Lisa shuddered above her, mooing happily while her
sister slurped at her cunt.  Ellen's hair was wet with Lisa's pussy juice,
which literally dripped down her sister's face and onto the floor beneath
them.

   Lisa looked around, dazedly, as she vaguely began to become aware of her
surroundings.  However, her arm continued to plunge wetly up to the elbow
into her sister's cunt as she fist fucked the older girl.  Ellen clearly
didn't mind, as suddenly she began to jerk and cum - obviously not for the
first time - loud, odd noises coming from her heaving body as she did so.

   At a not from the thin man, two handlers came and pulled Lisa off of her
sister, though the mooing girl was obviously quite happy to continue what
she'd been doing.  As they pulled her to one side, however, she seemed to
regain some awareness and stared at her sister in horror, mooing and
sobbing at what she'd done to her.

   Ellen blinked and looked around dazedly as another handler freed her
wrists and ankles.  She sat up slowly (and those who could see her crotch
might have noticed that her pussy still had a remarkably large, gaping
opening, clearly stretched abnormally wide on a permanent basis), and
looked around, large brown eyes blinking as her face glistened with the
wetness from her sister's cunt.  She looked down at her body and began to
gasp with horror.

   Her hands and feet were now gone - her arms and ankles now had gray wiry
hair from just below her elbows and knees, which ended in knobby, u-shaped
hooves.  Dangling beneath her ass was a swishing, grayish-brown tail.  She
looked up in horror at the thin man, the long, rounded ears sticking up
from her head twitching in confusion and disbelief as she began to sob and
then suddenly yelled:

   "HEEEE-AWWWWW!!!!"

   Her eyes widened in horror at the loud braying coming from her throat.

   "HEEEAWWWWW...HEEEAWWWW!!" she wailed.

   Laughter filled the room from beyond the glass as the former girl brayed
and sobbed like a donkey.

   The thin man smiled his thin smile, and the laughter subsided into
giggles as he spoke.

   "Yes...as you can see, the good professor here has, thanks to her
sister's ministrations.  I have to say, I was somewhat surprised at exactly
how *nasty* a choice little Lisa made for her...this was one of the more
humiliating options for poor Ellen, based on her profile."

   Ellen was braying pitifully, and also staring with horror at the thin
man, clearly in even more distress now.

   "There a number of particularly disturbing aspects to Ellen's new life
that she'll be discovering over the next few days.  One of which is her
complete inability to understand language, as she seems to have realized.
Donkey's aren't exactly known for their intelligence after all...though
unfortunately for her, we decided to leave her mind intact. 
Just...unusable."

   One of the handlers was helping Ellen off of the cart, though it was
quite clear that she wasn't going to be walking any time soon.  She began
to crawl towards her sister, braying angrily as tears ran down her face. 
Lisa simply stood there and mooed pitifully, her milk-laden tits dribbling
down her front, until one of the handlers fastened a collar around the
struggling Ellen's neck and pulled her away.

   "Ellen will also be somewhat distressed to discover soon that her sexual
arousal has been...increased.  Significantly.  In fact, she will be
essentially going into heat several times a day for...well, forever.

   "Unfortunately for her, her once-tight little cunt is now so widely
stretched that Lisa's little arm is probably about the *smallest* thing
that will stimulate her sufficiently.  But that's OK - Ellen will soon
discover that her new body is quite attracted to others of her new species,
and the male donkeys she'll be craving shortly will be able to provide her
with *plenty* of satisfaction going forward."

   This met with a number of laughs from the audience, and a sob from Lisa,
who understood what had been done to Ellen, even if she did not.  The man
pressed his glasses up, and looked over to where their customer sat beyond
the glass.

   "I do not, of course, know what his intentions are, but all six of our
lovely little pets here are fully prepared for breeding.  Ellen, in
particular, should produce some magnificent miniature donkeys in the very
near future, unless she is either fixed or otherwise prevented from
breeding.

   "Thank you very much for your time - we will be meeting for drinks and
further discussion shortly.  For now, I would like to turn these pets over
to our very generous client - with our thanks again for both his patronage
and generosity in letting us experiment a bit with these women.  We all
hope that you will be pleased with the results."

   Applause erupted from beyond the glass, followed by the sound of people
chatting and filing out.  The man gestured and a number of additional
handlers entered the room, and began to gather up the girls, leading them
one by one from the room.  Ellen began to look with horror back at her
cunt, clearly beginning to become aroused as her gaping cunt started to
dribble as she followed her mooing, slutty sister.  They were in turn
followed by the vacantly mooing Jen, and the softly padding Kenzie, who
heeled to her handler as commanded, a horrified look in her eyes as she
licked her own pussy juice from her lips, her small breasts jiggling
beneath her.

   Denise was pulled away from her sister's cunt with a squeal of
disappointment, and then snorts and squeals of humiliation and horror as
she was dragged out of the room.

   Claire's head slowly cleared from her uncountable orgasms from her
sister's questing snout and tongue as she was freed from her position, and
crawled behind her own handler, led by a leash, her monstrous tits dangling
to the floor.  She shuddered in unwanted pleasure as her nipples brushed
the ground and left a trail of milk behind her.

   It was only as she reached the doorway that she realized suddenly that
she was being led to a different door from all the other girls.  She began
to moo in horror pulling at her leash as her eyes met those of her
piggy-sister, equally terrified and squealing as they were separated.

   It would be the last time they ever saw one another.

   Claire began to sob quietly as she was held on her leash, kneeling in a
small room while her huge tits dripped onto her belly.  After a few minutes
she looked up as someone entered the room.  A man she'd never seen before.

   This couldn't be the mysterious client, could it?  She was sure he was
familiar to her somehow.

   The man took her leash, thanked the handler, and looked down at Claire
with a look of hunger and amusement.  And a look that made it quite clear
that she belonged to him now.

   "Mooooooo?" she mooed in confusion.

   The man grinned.

   "No, I know you don't know me.  You are a gift from the very generous
man who had you turned into such a lovely cow."

   Claire began to cry, and swallowed hard, trying to form words.

   "Mmmmooooy hurrrrr-hurrrrsbboooond...mmoooooilll looooooook foooooooooor
moooooooooooeee..."

   She knelt, gasping, her humongous tits heaving with the effort it had
taken to get those words out.

   The man laughed.

   "Oh, I quite doubt that, my little cow..."

   A chill suddenly went through her as she realized why that silhouette
was so familiar, and she knew who had done this to them.  She let out a
long, low moo of horror...and knew that she was lost.  A cow forever.

   The man grinned and pulled her leash as he led her to her new life.  She
crawled after her new owner, mooing and sobbing pitifully as her huge
udders dangled beneath her, his to use as he saw fit...

   The End