Chapter 1

BOVINIZATION FARM FILE 001HM763 NOTES - SUBJECT ACQUISITION

Final payment has been received from the client, and he has provided us with information on the three subjects he has requested to be transformed. We have begun observation “in the wild” and operations are in progress to bring the subjects in for treatment.

The client has given us some general guidelines as to the specific variants of our process that he wishes to see the subjects undergo (see full analysis file of client’s arousal brainwave analysis for details about what he will find most appealing), but for the most part his instructions were summarized by “well, whatever each of them would find most humiliating, really”.

Brief descriptions and preliminary observations of the subjects to be transformed are as follows (full physical descriptions will be provided in post-acquisition notes). All women range from late 20’s to early 30’s. Last names are classified per usual operating procedures.

Subject 487 - “Jen”: Attractive woman of moderate height and partial hispanic/south american descent. Very intelligent (as are all three subjects) and particularly strong-willed. Vocally opposed to “objectification of women”, becomes quite agitated at even minor implications of such. Mildly adventurous sex life, although nothing that is even remotely shocking. Preliminary psychiatric evaluation predicts suppression of very deviant fantasies.

Subject 488 - “Lisa”: Also attractive very petite caucasian brunette. Again, quite intelligent (pursuing medical degree), although somewhat quiet and docile. Married - sister-in-law of Subject 487. Sex life is healthy but fairly mundane - subject and spouse both somewhat conservative.

Subject 489 - “Claire”: Yet another attractive woman, a redhead, slightly taller and much more curvaceous than other two. Again, quite intelligent with advanced degrees from prestigious universities and quite aggressive. Very close friends with Subject 1. Also married with a fairly active and surprisingly varied sex life. However, this is largely driven by her spouse - subject shows a liking for a submissive role (in counterpoint to her normally aggressive personality).

Further notes to follow post-acquisition...

The slender, dark-skinned woman walked out into the sunlight with a smile, dark glasses raised to the blue sky. She was momentarily followed out of the airport terminal by another small woman and a slightly taller redhead who both blinked in the sunlight. The first girl breathed in deeply and turned to the others with a pleased sigh.

“Ahh, sunshine,” Jen breathed, stretching her bare arms, “I’d almost forgotten what it felt like!”

Claire grinned at her while Lisa flashed a brief, nervous-looking smile. Lisa and Jen had never really gotten along all that well, and she was fairly nervous at the prospect of spending an entire week with her alone. Well, not entirely alone - at least Claire was there. Lisa looked at the taller redhead - she and Claire got along just fine, so maybe having her there this week would help Lisa and Jen become closer.

None of them could recall whose idea it had been to do a week-long trip at a spa, but at the moment, they were sure glad they had done so. The warm western sunlight cheered them all after the dreary winter of the east.

“Hey, a limo!” Claire said, surprised.

The three girls turned to look, and sure enough, a man was holding a sign with their last names on it. Jen and Claire grinned at each other again.

“Now that’s what I call a full service spa,” Jen said, and strode towards the limo, her companions in tow. With a nod from the driver, they clambered into the black maw of the vehicle, and arranged themselves on the luxurious leather seats. Jen sprawled languidly over one seat, while Claire and Lisa took the other, Claire’s legs stretched out before her and Lisa’s pulled up so she could rest her chin on her knees.

They looked at each other and broke out into a sudden fit of excited giggles as the car pulled away, with the window to the driver’s cabin closed.

“I can’t wait for my massage today,” Claire moaned in anticipation, stretching out, “especially now that my butt is sore from that flight.”

Lisa nodded, “I know ... those seats are uncomfortable at my size. I can’t imagine how much they must suck for tall people...”

“Not something we’ll ever have to ... um ... worry a-about,” Jen said, blinking suddenly. She must be more tired than she realized - the cabin was kind of blurry in front of her.

“Mmm ... yeah...” Claire’s head lay back against the leather seat as she closed her eyes for a moment. Lisa slumped slowly downward into the seat, eventually ending with her legs lying in Claire’s lap as she drifted off with a mumble.

Jen lifted her head suddenly with a gasp - this isn’t right! What is that funny smell in the air?

She opened her mouth to call out to her friend and sister-in-law, but all that came out was a small whimper as her sudden surge of strength left her and she drifted into blackness.

BOVINIZATION FARM FILE 001HM763 NOTES - PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ANALYSIS Acquisition went smoothly, as usual, and subjects were delivered to the facility a few hours after their arrival at their original destination. Standard precautions were taken for their disappearance. Normal procedures followed upon their arrival - the subjects were stripped and analyzed physically, and then underwent the standard mental scans to determine the best course of action given our client’s requests. All of them remained unconscious for the duration. Our new variant treatments should work nicely for these subjects - with the new adjustments to the bovinization process, some very useful specific effects can be achieved.

Below is a summary of the analysis of each of the subjects. In this document, we will, as usual, refer to them by their human names for ease of identification.

“Jen”

Physical: 5’4”. Mixed south american/caucasian heritage yielding coffee-with-cream colored skin. Brown eyes. Dark brown hair, with a fairly thin patch between her legs. Slender, although with somewhat wide hips. Small but firm A/B-cup breasts, topped with very dark, extended nipples.

Mental: Very aggressive and confident. Scans confirmed slight intellectual arrogance and extreme aversion to female objectification. Also confirmed deviant fantasy theory - suppresses intense arousal from humiliation and extensive sexual imagination. Aggressive dislike for “overly sexual” women, particularly those with large breasts. Very averse to being placed into submissive role, in part due to confused arousal at said role. Mild disdain for “Lisa” who she views as weak.

Sexual: Body is reasonably responsive. Light to moderate lubrication on arousal, nipples are quick to become erect and are fairly sensitive. Singly orgasmic, with average difficulty in reaching climax. Heterosexual. Prefers clitoral stimulation. Aversion to performing fellatio, in part due to guilt at arousal from slight humiliation. No non-standard sexual experiences (anal, other women, groups, etc.).

Recommendations: Extreme sexualization of body early on - significantly enlarge breasts and increase sensitivity and sexual craving to the point that she is unable to resist it, but responds only as an extreme submissive. Early removal of “human” traits (e.g., speech, dextrous hands and feet) recommended. Early reduction in intelligence (while retaining awareness) also a strong possibility.

“Claire”

Physical: 5’5”. Natural redhead with pale skin and freckles (expect these will turn into attractive spots). Curvy, although has narrower hips than “Jen” - “classic” body. Green eyes. Slightly pendulous C-cup breasts with small nipples.

Mental: Strong-willed and very intelligent. Some body issues tied to being overweight during youth. Unimaginitive by nature sexually, but fairly uninhibited, with the exception of a strong fear of being watched. Strong dislike for seeing friends and acquaintances in distress.

Sexual: Fairly responsive body. Moderate to slightly heavy lubrication on arousal. Multiply orgasmic, with little difficulty in reaching climax, primarily from clitoral stimulation. Staunchly Heterosexual. Enjoys fellatio. Non-standard sexual experiences include assorted bondage, a brief unpleasant encounter with watersports, and various costumes. Still fairly conservative.

Recommendations: Take advantage of weight fears by bovination into heavy cow. Transfer sexual orientation to strongly homosexual, with intense voyeuristic arousal. Leave intelligence fully intact. Constant recording of transformation should add to this one’s overall humiliation.

“Lisa”

Physical: 5’1”. Petite light-brown haired girl with light, smooth skin. Brown eyes. Perky B-cup breasts with surprisingly large nipples.

Mental: Intelligent and sweet but somewhat shy. Late bloomer in social situations. Unaggressive. Strong guilt towards sex rooted in early feelings of it being “dirty”. Very inhibited. Uncomfortable with (and slightly afraid of) “Jen”.

Sexual: Least responsive body of three. Singly orgasmic, with difficulty in reaching climax. Very light lubrication. Mildly sensitive nipples. No non-standard sexual experiences at all. Some guilt-ridden fantasies that she feels are very dirty (mostly bondage).

Recommendations: Make her a screamer. Max out her arousal and sexual responses across the board, and make her utterly (udderly? Apologies. Terrible joke.) omnisexual. She’ll be horrified at herself, but completely unable to stop.

The basic nanite injections and genetic alterations have been administered, and their mental triggers have also been implanted. We think that for this client, an initial view of their awakening into relative normalcy will be a nice touch. The final antagonist will be administered shortly thereafter.

Claire woke slowly, groggily, as her eyes crept open. Her head felt filled with cotton, though it was comfortable laying on something warm and soft ... like her husband’s shoulder. She nestled against the soft, warm spot, feeling the fuzziness against her cheek.

Suddenly her memories came flooding back of getting into the limo, and her eyes shot open. She yanked herself to a sitting position and realized with horror that she had been nestling her head into Lisa’s naked crotch! Lisa moaned quietly as she struggled awake.

Claire quickly pulled away from the smaller girl, blushing furiously. Thank god Lisa hadn’t noticed what she was...

Only then did it suddenly occur to her ... Lisa was lying on the floor naked! She looked down at herself and realized that she was naked as well! Terror gripped her as she pulled herself to her feet looking frantically around the room. A few feet away, Jen also lay, her nude form starting to rouse. Claire clumsily tried to cover herself as she looked around in panic.

Where were they? They seemed to be in a small white room of some kind, with sunlight coming in from a very narrow window at least fifteen feet up. A frantic glance around revealed that the room was completely empty other than the three naked women.

“Oh my god ... oh god! What’s happening?”

She turned at the sobs of horror from the now fully awake Lisa, who still sat on the floor, covering her small breasts. Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion.

“I don’t know,” said Claire in a trembling voice.

With a moan Jen pulled herself upright, shaking her head, groggily. Then stopped and stared in shock at her two naked friends. When she realized she was in a similar state, she too tried to cover herself with a yelp.

“What the hell?!”

Lisa sniffled back a sob and started to look around while Jen rose and strode to the featureless rectangle that must be a door in the side of the room. She fingered the edges for a moment. Then began pounding on it, tears running down her cheeks.

“HELLO!?!? LET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!! LET US OUT NOW!!!”

A small whimper from Claire caused her to turn to look at her friend. Claire’s look of horror had increased, and both Jen and Lisa’s heads turned to follow Claire’s eyes upward to their target. On the wall, about seven feet up, was what was clearly a video camera, watching them all.

Lisa let out a small moan. Claire, red all over from embarrassment tried to turn herself away from the camera, eyes brimming with tears.

“Wh-what is going on? Where are we?” Claire whispered.

“I don’t know ... all I remember is getting in the limo,” moaned Jen, “I ... I think we were drugged.”

“Why are we all ... why are we naked,” sobbed Lisa.

“I don’t know!!” shouted Jen, and then both she and Lisa degenerated into quiet sobs.

Claire drew a shuddering breath, and slowly her face hardened into a look of resolve.

“OK,” she said quietly, “we need to get out of here. Fast. Maybe they don’t know we’re awake yet.”

Her eyes flickered towards the video camera briefly, then she continued.

“Lisa, come here ... we’re going to see if we can lift you up to the window up there...”

Lisa blinked up at her uncomprehendingly for a moment and then slowly pulled herself to her feet. Jen also rose, wiping the tears from her cheeks. After taking a few moments to figure out how to stand, Jen and Claire linked their fingers together to form a step for the smaller woman to stand on. Still trembling from fear and her sobs, Lisa stepped forward and let the other two girls lift her up against the white wall.

As they lifted her, Claire’s hand flew to Lisa’s naked butt to help steady the smaller girl. A flush once again filled her cheeks, creeping down her neck and chest, at the sensation of grabbing the smaller girl’s soft, smooth ass. As they lifted her, Claire’s eyes tried to look everywhere but at Lisa’s crotch, placed almost exactly at eye level, where Claire’s head had been resting a few minutes earlier.

“Well,” said Jen, causing the blushing Claire to jump, “can you see anything?”

Lisa stretched upward against the wall, her eyes just clearing the ledge to look out the narrow window.

“Just a little more ... yeah! I can see ... it’s sunny out ... it looks like we might be on some sort of ... farm? It’s green ... oh god, we must be miles from anything. Wait ... I think I can see someone in the field ... it looks like ... like...”

Lisa trailed off.

“What?” shouted Jen, as her arms and Claire’s began to shake from the strain of holding up the smaller girl, “What do you see? Lisa?”

Suddenly Jen realized that the shaking wasn’t just from the two girls on the bottom. Lisa had started to shake with sobs, and was staring out the window at something, eyes wide as tears streamed down her face. With a grunt, Claire and Jen lowered the smaller girl to the ground, their strength drained.

“Lisa? Lisa!”

Claire grabbed the smaller girl and turned her towards herself. Lisa was sobbing, clearly in shock. Something she had seen outside had horrified her even more than being trapped naked in this room.

“What did you see? You have to tell us what you...”

Claire stopped suddenly as she registered a strange hissing noise. It had been growing in the background since they lowered the overwrought Lisa to the ground. Claire looked around frantically for the source of the hissing, seeing Jen doing the same, then looked down.

From the base of the floor, a strange pink gas was flowing into the room, billowing towards them.

With a wordless cry, Claire grabbed Lisa and began to maneuver towards the middle of the room. Though the rational part of her mind told her that it was pointless, there was nowhere to escape the menacing, creeping mist, animal fear forced the three girls to stand, sobbing, naked bodies huddled together in the center of their cell, waiting for the mist to reach them.

As the pink gas flowed over their feet, a tingle began to creep up their legs. Not unpleasant, precisely, but definitely a strange sensation. As they stood, crying, the tingle increased.

Claire was the first to start to fall.

With a wail, her knees buckled beneath her. In panic, she grabbed at Lisa and Jen, and all three of them collapsed in a heap, falling into the pink cloud beneath them.

The three girls attempted to struggle upwards again, but as soon as the gas began to envelop them, the same weakness that was in their legs began to overcome their arms and seep into the rest of their bodies. Though they tried to keep from breathing the mist as long as possible, within a few moments each of them were forced to take a breath and slowly their cries began to diminish.

Claire found herself lying on the floor, her eyes open to a world of pink haze, feeling the warmth of her friends limbs laying against her lower body, just shadows in the mist surrounding her.

As the room slowly cleared of the mist, Claire lay there unable to even whimper. Her whole body seemed to be paralyzed except for her eyes. She lay on her side, head on one arm, the other laying across her stomach.

She was in a somewhat better position than Jen, who had managed to struggle to all fours then collapsed forward, left with her legs spread and her ass thrust into the air, as though offering herself to someone ready to enter her from behind. Unfortunately Claire found herself forced to stare at her friend’s ass and pussy, as they were poised directly over her immobilized head. Jen’s foot was nestled under Claire’s soft breasts.

Lisa, meanwhile, seemed to have fallen with her head directly behind Claire’s own butt and crotch, as she could feel the smaller girl’s quick warm gasps of breath blowing across her pussy - a sensation that was disturbingly, distractingly pleasant.

The three girls lay there for several minutes, eyes wide, hearts thudding, and minds racing, but otherwise completely unable to move.

Suddenly the door to the room opened, a sound that was shockingly loud and would have made them all jump, could they move at all.

Someone was moving behind Claire for a few moments, and suddenly she felt Lisa’s head lifted from its position behind her (filling her with an odd sense of relief and disappointment). After a few moments, the door closed once again.

The two of them lay there in silence.

Claire’s heart continued to pound in fear.

She blushed as her eyes, frantically searching for something to occupy her mind, occasionally drifted over the pink slit and little star of her friends ass, poised above her.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened once again. Claire wanted to scream in fear and frustration, but could do nothing as she heard, again, shuffling feet moving around behind her. Where was Lisa? Had they brought her back?

Suddenly, shockingly, a pair of feet stepped in front of her, followed by another. Nondescript male shoes, covered by blue surgical pants ... a detail that sent a new shiver of fear up Claire’s spine.

The two men bent and lifted Jen’s limp form up from the floor. As they turned to take her with them, Claire briefly saw Jen’s eyes, and saw her own terror reflected in them.

Again, Claire lay in silence.

After a few minutes, she realized she could hear quiet breathing from behind her, and wanted to cry from relief that at least she was not alone.

Another solitary tear squeezed from her eye and dripped from her nose.

After another indeterminate amount of time the door opened once again, and once again was followed by shuffling noises behind her. This time, they seemed to take longer, for some reason.

Then, finally, a shoe filled her vision. They had come for her.

A pair of hands slipped under her armpits and another pair beneath her knees. She felt herself turned, and then lifted surprisingly gently. As her head lolled backwards, she caught a brief glimpse of a nondescript man’s face. She blushed as she realized that he had been looking appreciatively down at her naked body, from her jiggling breasts over her smooth belly down to the mound of soft red fur between her legs.

The men carried her out of the room and lowered her onto what quickly revealed itself as a gurney. Her head was tilted forward by a pillow so she couldn’t clearly see the man pushing her. Instead her eyes were focused on the ceiling - blindingly white punctuated by the occasional light.

She was wheeled down several hallways and into an elevator, then down an identical hallway. Finally, she entered what looked like nothing so much as an operating room. Around her, she could now hear people talking quietly and moving around. Terror gripped her as the gurney slid to a halt.

She lay there for a few moments, and then suddenly a man leaned over her. Large glasses framed a bookish face. He grinned at her, looking up and down her body.

“Oh yes you are a lovely specimen, aren’t you? Yes, yes, you’ll turn out quite nicely. I believe you’ve been prepared just like your friends, but let’s just take a look, shall we?”

Claire lay there wanting to scream in fear, but could do nothing as she felt his hands wander up her body, gently and professionally ... a doctor’s hands. He tweaked her nipples sending a surprising jolt of pleasure through her, and he could feel him massaging them to hardness.

“Hmmmm...”

With a thoughtful expression he took what looked like a small computer pad from someone else, offering a nod as a thank you. He looked at the pad, nodding, making notes. As he did, Claire felt her legs being spread apart, to her horror.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the doctor, said, looking down at her again, “this should be quick and easy, yes indeed. Oh the three of you are going to turn out so nicely!”

He left her field of vision for a moment and then stepped back. Claire’s eyes immediately focused on the large needle he held in his hands. It swirled with a menacing-looking red and pink liquid, moving almost as though something was alive inside it.

“Now, I would warn you that this would sting a bit,” the doctor said as he tapped the end of the needle, flicking off droplets of fluid, “but I don’t think you’ll really feel it once we set up ... ahh ... here we are...”

Suddenly the doctor’s face was eclipsed by something that settled over her eyes, plunging her into blackness. After a few moments something settled over her ears as well, adding silence to her already isolated world. She lay there, terrified, her entire world filled with the sound of her own breathing.

Then suddenly the world exploded.

Sounds and images flooded into her - she neither saw nor heard anything, but instead seemed to experience an almost visceral awareness of the cacophony of sight and sound being thrust into her. Could she have screamed, she couldn’t have said if she would have screamed in terror or pleasure or anger or rapture ... her mind seemed to dissolve under the onslaught.

Somewhere in the distant world that was her body, she felt a sharp pain in what must have been her left thigh, followed by her right ... then at the base of each of her breasts ... and finally in her neck. But though she was vaguely aware of the pain, she didn’t really feel it.

Finally, after centuries had passed and the world she had known had crumbled into dust, the darkness returned suddenly and she collapsed back into her body.

After a few moments, the coverings were lifted from her eyes and ears, and she found to her astonishment that she had traveled back in time across the thousands of years to just moments after she had left.