Aleyshia stirred in her restraints. In her mouth she could feel a gag of some sort, made of metal. Her arms and legs were chained to the wall on either side and her head was splitting. The most distracting feeling was the heavy weight pulling down from her crotch. She looked down and screamed through her gag as she saw the massive cock she now possessed. It was at least a foot and a half long and a pair of large testicles had started to grow. They hurt in a way Aleyshia handn't felt before and she started to cry.
Tiffany, realizing that she couldn't speak to get her deformed friend's attention started kicking at the side of the wall beside her. This alerted Aleyshia and looked toward the noise and saw, to her horror, that she wasn't alone. Tiffany's breasts had grown to an enormous size and her ears had drooped down, even starting to grow a thin black and white hair. A tail hung, visible with Tiffany's leg spread and Aleyshia was certain that is had to be similar to the feeling of growing nerves she felt at the base of her own spine. Both girls looked at each other sympathetically, unsure of what to do.
A few moments later an attractive older woman in her late thirties walked into the room. "Hello, ladies..or should I saw cows. I see you;be noticed the predicatment you're in. I'm afraid you've both fallen into the trap my company has set for new admissions into our milk farm experiment."
The woman laughed as she walked up to Tiffany, stroking her large breasts. At the light touch milk dribbled from her nipples and the woman caught some on the tip of her finger and gave it a lick "Delicious. You'll do well," she looked at the name tag attached to the shock collar around Tiffany's neck, "Bessie."
Tiffany, now Bessie, started to cry as the woman walked over to Aleyshia. She examined the engraved metal bit that was currently shoved into Aleyshia's mouth.
"You, Bruno, are a special case. We figured out that a well hung breeding bull is beneficial to helping the other cows produce exceptional milk. You are set to replace our current bull who's getting a bit old, almost thirty, and set to be sent to the slaughterhouse."
Both girl eyes went wide with horror as the woman, who's name tag said Madame Tora, laughed.
She pressed a button on the wall and two large men walked in. "Take these girls to their first day of work. They have along day ahead of them."
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