You get to school finally. You can't wait for the field trip.
You get on the bus and get driven to the HuFarm as it's called. The owner greets you.
He tells you that one lucky student will get a special prize. But he doesn't expand past then.
Just then you start to feel tired, and you can't move. You collapse, alone, away from everybody.
You wake up naked attached to a machine. 2 suction cups are placed on your tits and you can't move.
The owner of the farm walls in, and tells you that the farm needs some new cows. And you're perfect for it.
He sticks a needle into your arm, you start to feel your body change.
2 more tits grow, but they seem larger. And your tits grow larger too.
Horns grow out of your head, breaking through your hair.
The man puts a costume on you, a black and white costume.
"What the hell did you MOOOOO-" you shout
"Relax, cow. You'll be milked right away,. you'll be a perfect cow for our farm"
You get let out of the machines you try to stand but you fall down to your hands and knees.
"Now, would the cow like some grass?" The man says, putting grass infront of you.
You try to ignore it, but you need to eat. You start to eat the grass.
MOOOO-
You shout, mooing like a cow. You love the taste of the grass.
After you finish eating the grass, you can't get any words out of your mouth. The only sounds you can make are mooing sounds.
The man comes back and puts a collar around your neck, he attaches it to a cow bell and a leather leash.
He pulls the leash until you get put in a large pen, you can see your friends boarding the bus back now.
You try to escape but it's useless. You're stuck in the cow pen.
The man walks up to you with a bucket.
He starts to squeeze your udders, causing you to let out loud moans which sound like moos since you've been transformed into a a cow.
After he finishes squeezing your udders, he picks up the bucket full of your milk and walks away. For a few minutes, your giant udders drip milk.
Eventually, you lay down in the grass and drift off to sleep like the good cow you are.
