Chapter Two - Modified

Her nostrils flared, eyes snapping open. She immediately closed them again, an image burned into the back of her brain.

The sky was a searing bright blue, wispy cirrus clouds climbing high into the atmosphere. She blinked, tearing up, trying to get used to the light.

Eventually, she was forced to avert her gaze, taking in the large grassy meadow laid out before her. She was positioned on the side of a gentle hill, the terrain sloping down to a small pond.

A line of fencing ran from there over to a towering tree in the corner, looping around in a jagged curve to run up the hill. Sighing, she raised her head, which still felt rather woozy, slowly looking around.

There wasn't anything particularly interesting, just more grass and fences. She appeared to have been placed inside a paddock.

Her groggy mind tried to process the scenery, but what she was seeing was confusing at best. She let out a grunt, which sounded like a low groan to her ears, a rising exclamation that was more akin to a barnyard animal than that of a human.

Frowning, she swallowed, realizing that there was something stuck deep in her throat. She licked her lips and swallowed again, but she couldn't clear the odd obstruction.

Lifting her hands to her neck, she became even more confused as the rounded curve of a large object bumped up against her throat.

Making another nondescript groan, she held her hand out in front of her face, trying to make sense of the situation.

It took her several moments to understand what she was looking at. That wasn't a hand, it was a hoof!

A cow hoof, to be precise, with a cloven front end, black keratin curving down to meet at two neatly trimmed points. Turning her wrist around, she was stunned to find a concave interior, the hard outer walls colored an off white. Below that, higher up on her wrist, was a jutting thumb shaped projection, a rounded nub that appeared to grow directly out of her skin.

She tried to move her hand, but it felt numb and stiff. The nub twitched a little, but that was it. Mouth gaping wide, she turned the hoof back and forth, trying to reject the truth hammering at her brain.

This… thing had been grafted to her body, either overlaying or replacing her hand. Moaning through her mouth, she rolled onto her shoulder, holding up her other hand. Her hoof. Thing.

What had they done to her?

Snorting through her nose, she curled her upper lip, noting a thick weight dangling from her nostrils. Sticking out her tongue, she touched the edge of a thick ring, the metal dancing with every lick.

She was starting to get a better understanding of her baffling situation. Stunned, she tilted her head down to examine the rest of her nude body.

First, there were the heavy breasts on her chest, her skin looking tight and swollen. Her areolae looked larger than she remembered, the brown surface having a textured appearance. Her nipples were an angry red, protruding with bulging curves.

She took a deep breath, watching them wiggle. They had probably grown at least a solid cup size while she had been out, but that wasn't all.

The skin around the periphery had become patchy. When she leaned in closer, it became obvious that brownish blotches had appeared in large patches, the edges appearing irregular.

Where there was no color, her skin had become a pasty white, as though all the melanin had been bleached out of her. The patchiness continued down onto her chest, completely covering her arms and legs.

This couldn't be a skin condition, or at least it was nothing she had ever heard of. It had been applied to her, as if she had been tattooed!

Her heart sinking, she moved to examine her feet. Lurching forward, she banged a hoof against her knee, letting out a low cry of pain. She went cross-eyed for a moment, having to stop herself from attempting to rub it out. With the way her hands had been transformed, there was no way for her to touch anything!

Gritting her teeth, she blinked back tears, pressing her feet into the ground. Sure enough, they had been replaced with hooves, too. The transition between the upper part of the hard keratin and her skin looked puffy, inflamed.

Grunting, she examined her wrists again, realizing that she had missed the darting sets of black stitches just below the surface. They hadn't been glued on, they had been attached!

Fear blossomed in her chest, and she groaned again, long and loud. Again, it struck her that this sounded rather inhuman.

She desperately wanted a mirror, as she suspected that something had been added to her throat. It felt dry, and full, as if something had been implanted.

She tried hacking to clear it, but nothing happened. Her gag reflex suddenly triggered, a retching cough seizing her until tears streaked down her face.

Fuck, that was horrible. She would have to avoid doing that again!

The coughing had left her exhausted, a ball of fear growing in her belly. It was clear that she had been surgically altered, with some kind of device installed to make her unintelligible!

The fear suddenly turned to desperation. She needed to get out of here, get away!

Turning over, she scrabbled on the ground, unable to coordinate well with her strange hooves. Despite her difficulties, she was able to propel herself across a small patch of dirt and over to the fence, hanging her hooves over the rails in an attempt to pull herself up.

After a few aborted attempts, she cried out in victory as she hooked an elbow over the top, using the leverage to get her shaky feet under her.

An unpleasant spike of pain shot through what used to be her feet, a warning that they hadn't yet healed enough to put much weight on.

Shit. How was she going to get out of here like this? Even if she could get over the fence, she couldn't imagine crawling to safety on elbows and knees!

Even if it looked hopeless, she refused to give up. Taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and lurched upwards, careful to avoid dragging her swollen breasts against the wooden rail.

Lifting a leg, she jammed a knee onto the fence, using the leverage to lift up her other leg. It was only a matter of repetition from here, as the rails had been installed close together.

It was almost criminal how easy they had made it to escape. She would bring down the full force of the law on this evil place as soon as she could get out of here!

Pausing at the top, her chest clenched as she looked at the drop on the other side. The thought of landing on her hooved feet didn't appeal, so she'd need to work her way down slowly.

Snorting through her nose, she began to work through her next steps when she noticed a hint of movement across the field. She frowned, trying to wrap her mind around seeing something so odd in the middle of a calm pasture.

It looked like a woman, given her prominent breasts, but her body was completely covered in a white rubber bodysuit. Large block numbers gleamed on her chest: Zero Five.

Her head was hidden under an inverted bowl, a curved notch cut out of the front to expose her nose and lips. There were tiny holes in the rubber hood for her nostrils, with a wider opening for her mouth.

Her lips were painted white, the skin around them appearing desaturated, as though all the color had been drained from them. A bright line sparkled over her eyes, like some kind of visor.

Courtney swallowed as the strange being approached, her steps precise. Her footing was sure on the broken ground, white rubber boots gleaming with polish. In her hand, she clutched a long, black baton, a rounded knob at the end.

She didn't fully understand the danger she was in until the robotic woman approached closer, the baton rising into the air. She opened her mouth to try to reason with the stranger, only to find that something like a moo escaped her lips.

Her eyes bulged as the woman reached out to touch her shoulder with the baton. A sparking crackle of electricity convulsed her body, her limbs twitching uncontrollably.

She lost her grip, falling backwards off the fence and smashing her head against the dirt, a spike of pain driving into her forehead. She bellowed as a hoof caught against a rail, twisting at an awkward angle.

Laying on her back, stunned, it was all she could do to breathe, a terrible pain in her shoulder. She had probably wrenched something, and she was too afraid to look at it.

A sudden pounding headache demanded her attention, but she could do nothing about it. Not with these damn hoof hands!

She grimaced, sniffing through her nose as tears began to gather. What had she deserved to be put in this hellish place? She wasn't an animal, dammit!

A head loomed above her, and for a brief moment, she thought that it was the bizarre guard, come to finish her off. It took her a few moments to recognize the sympathetic face of another woman, a white streak running down over her nose.

Black spots curved around her glistening wet eyes, looking like a mask. A thick, golden ring hung from her nose, her lips turned down in sympathy.

Letting out a snort, she leaned in to press her cold nose against Courtney's cheek. Courtney pulled away, wincing as this put pressure on her twisted arm.

The cow woman mooed, shaking her head. A blue tag dangled from her right ear, a number and letters printed at the bottom - VIR090.

More curious heads appeared, a wild variety of browns and blacks in various colorations, but Ninety mooed, shoving them away. Setting a long, spindly arm under her right shoulder, the cow woman clumsily inserted her hoof under Courtney's back, giving it a brisk shove.

Courtney shrieked at the pain, but suddenly things felt somewhat better, a rush of pins and needles running down her left arm. She was soon distracted by a series of cow tongues that descended upon her body, accompanied by a series of welcoming moos.

Courtney was completely overwhelmed, finding it difficult to understand this warm, but wet assault. Their soft bodies were squishing up next to hers, large breasts squeezing against her skin. It was almost as though she was being welcomed into their family.

Her eyes darted from cow to cow, trying to take them all in. That one had two shades of brown, while the next was a pallid white, a third pure black. There didn't seem to be a particular pattern to them, it was a veritable menagerie.

Menagerie. She recalled something that Bradley had said, starting to understand what he was talking about. Somehow, he had brought all these women here and turned them into a herd of literal cows.

She looked closer at their bodies, noting their differences. The brown one had tremendous breasts, dark veins running over her flesh up to her fat nipples. The velvety black cow was more petite, with her hair braided into a curled ponytail that draped down her neck.

Despite the differences in their physical features, they all had tiny horns poking out of the sides of their skulls, curving upwards towards the sky. They did not appear to be long enough to be unwieldy, but there was some evidence that they had been ground down into blunt points.

She immediately began to wonder if she had similar horns, as her head definitely felt weird, but the tongues were working over her body and one of the cows had seized hold of her left breast. She let out a low moo, trying to raise her arm to shoo the cow away.

She winced as another shock of pain jolted her shoulder. She had definitely injured it, which made her a cripple. How was she going to escape like this?

Tears appeared in her eyes as she laid back, feeling very sorry for herself. She was meant to be feted and pampered, not treated like some barnyard animal!

The first cow leaned in, picking a tear off her cheek. She hiccuped, the tears coming faster. She wasn't alone, at least, but she didn't want to be treated like an infant!

An odd anger spiked through her brain, at the cows, at the world, at Bradley. She wanted to strangle him, but how would she accomplish that with hooves for hands?

The absurd thought disrupted her pity party, and she snorted. What was she going to do now?

You know, beyond being licked by this black eyed beauty. She pursed her lips and shook her head, trying to get the cow to back off.

The woman only took this as an invitation to get more intimate, folding her legs next to Courtney's shoulder and licking a stripe up to her ear. There was something in her gaze that disturbed her, a dullness of affect, as if the cow woman had little going on inside that skull of hers.

She was going to try to brush her off again when the faint sound of a tinkling bell came from farther down the pasture.

The cows all stopped licking her, their heads rising and turning as one, nostrils flaring. When the bell came again, they lurched up onto their hooves, ear tags dangling.

She watched them as they trundled off down the hill, the brown one very obviously pregnant, breasts hanging low. She didn't seem to mind the way they rubbed up against her arms, her body moving in a wobbling glide, as if she was used to their presence.

Her horns did appear a little longer than that of the others, her brown pigment, a little darker. On her left butt cheek was a circular scar with a pictograph of a busty woman, her jaw hanging open in a wide O.

That looked like a brand, which made sense, given Bradley's proclivities. He was rather fond of blowjobs, and would never turn down the chance to get some action.

She had refused him a few times, in her arrogance. She only understood now the terrible danger she had been in, though back then she had dismissed his glowering face as inconsequential.

She had thought that stringing him along would be good for the relationship, long term, to keep him thirsty. Oh, how wrong she was!

A low moo interrupted her thoughts, and she realized that the raccoon faced cow woman was waiting patiently for her, a look of warm kindness on her face.

For a moment, Courtney wanted to turn over and sulk. The other cows had seemed rather eager, though, and she was curious to see what had drawn their interest.

First, she'd need to figure out how to get up, which was easier said than done. Groaning, she arched her back, feeling dizzy from the pain that shot up her arm.

It was pretty clear that she wasn't going to be able to put any weight on it. Breathing hard, she leaned to the right, experimentally pressing her hoof hand into the dirt.

It sank into the soft ground, feeling surprisingly reasonable as it took up her weight. She couldn't feel anything at the base, but a real cow wouldn't be able to, either.

As an experiment, she tried to squeeze her fingers, but only the vestigial dewclaw twitched. If there was an actual hand inside there somewhere, there was little evidence of its existence.

Sighing, she rolled her weight forward, testing how it would work in locomotion. The way the forces angled didn't seem too unnatural, but she still felt wobbly from being shocked.

Grunting in frustration, she put more weight onto her right hoof, mentally telling her arm to stop shaking. She didn't have any idea how long it would take to learn how to move around like this, and she didn't want to know. She wasn't planning on staying here any longer than she had to!

Blinking her eyes, she let out a low moo when the cow from earlier nudged her side. There actually appeared to be a sort of dim intelligence deep in her black eyes as she offered her shoulder.

It took Courtney a while to understand what the cow woman was offering, and she frowned. Would that even work? Her left hoof was rather useless at the moment, but if she braced herself against the other cow, she might be able to struggle along.

She wanted to thank her for the idea, but all that came out was a soft snort. Shaking her head, she noticed the weight in her ear, and her heart throbbed. She had been tagged.

For what purpose, she couldn't say, and there was no way for her to even touch it. Putting it out of her mind, she pulled her knees underneath her belly, pushing herself off the ground.

She didn't like the idea of trying to walk on her back hooves, so she looked at the other cow expectantly and asked her to move in closer.

This came out as a whistling moo, but the other cow seemed to understand what she was asking. She placed her hooves next to Courtney's body, offering up her shoulder.

Courtney leaned into her, letting her injured arm dangle. Her shoulder twinged, but fortunately it wasn't painful enough to prevent her from lurching forward.

She blew air through her lips, frustrated at how slow it was. Peering down the hill, she swallowed, realizing that the distance was greater than she had anticipated.

The other cows were gathering near the pond, milling about next to a trough mounted by a gate in the fence. She was starting to get an inkling of what this might be about, as her stomach felt rather empty. Damn, she should have considered that before trying to climb over the fence!

She had to be kind to herself, though. She hadn't exactly been thinking straight since she had arrived here. Who would?

She breathed heavily through her nose, curling her lip against the heavy ring as she struggled along. The other cow was patient with her, letting out slow moos whenever she stopped, coaxing her forward.

She hissed, glaring at her throbbing arm. She was starting to think that she had broken the darn thing. There was obvious swelling starting to appear above her elbow, the skin becoming puffy and red.

It looked rather nasty, and she hoped that it wouldn't require medical treatment. Who knew what kind of backyard butchery they performed around here?

She took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself down as they neared the halfway point. The cows below had stopped their aimless wandering, and were pointed towards the fence, noses upturned.

Courtney let out a shaky moo when she noticed the reason why. An extended cab pickup had pulled up with a trailer, a series of small tanks and hoses mounted inside.

She stopped, shaking her head. She had no idea what those would be used for, and she wasn't interested in finding out.

Her companion leaned in close, licking her cheek. She pulled away, shaking her head. No, no thank you!

The door of the pickup popped open, and a woman slid out of the driver's seat, dressed in a liquid red bodysuit. Her feet were clad in tall rubber boots of the same color, the material glistening in the light as she dropped to the ground.

A tight black corset was wrapped around her waist, a zipper running up to her neck. A small hat was perched on her head, slightly off center. It looked rather silly, and Courtney couldn't stop herself from snorting in amusement.

This was no laughing matter, however. She had seen this woman before, in the limo. Bradley had called her the Doctor, and she was probably responsible for her strange body modifications.

Hate welled up within her. She wanted to slap the Doctor in the face and demand that she change her back. That was impossible given the voice modifier in her throat, but she could at least make her life more difficult!

Sneering, she redoubled her efforts, using the other cow as a crutch to help her stumble down the shallow slope.

She was starting to become a little more used to using her hoof hand for balance, but it was still extremely awkward. Fortunately, there wasn't too far left to go. Even so, she was breathing hard when they caught up to the rest of the pack, her lips feeling parched.

A whiff of an odd, sweet odor assailed her nostrils, and she frowned. Had that come off the truck?

She smelled again, but the wind had changed direction, bringing her the dry scent of grass from off the hill.

Giving up on trying to figure it out, she narrowed in on the Doctor, fixing her with a baleful gaze. The woman had moved up to the fence, wrapping her black rubber gloves over the rail as she scanned the herd.

Courtney tossed her head when she noticed a glance coming her way, but the Doctor seemed uninterested in her display, turning to say something and snap her fingers.

Courtney froze as a woman dressed in orange rubber stepped around the rear of the truck, carrying a case in her hands. Her head was covered by the same strange helmet she had seen on the security guard earlier, a visor sparkling.

She handed the case to the Doctor, who gestured with a riding crop that had been dangling from her wrist.

The rubber clad woman turned in a smooth circle, lining up with the gate in the fence. Her hands manipulated the latch mechanically, moving back to pull it open.

The Doctor swept inside, using her crop to nudge back the interested cows who congregated around her. “Not quite yet, little ones, your new member needs some treatment.”

They pulled back as if they understood, making soft moos as they gave her room. They were acting as though they liked the Doctor, but why?

The Doctor moved right up to her. Forgetting herself, she lunged towards her, letting out a rush of air in an angry moo. Instantly losing her balance, she fell onto her left side, jamming her bad arm against the grass. She cried out, a horrendous streak of pain shooting through her upper arm into her shoulder.

Breathing hard, she could do nothing but moan, unable to move. An amused laugh buffeted her ears, followed by a wet nose touching her neck.

“Get out of there, Ninety, One Hundred needs some medicine.”

The nose disappeared, a set of hands roughly moving her arms. She cried out in pain again, and the Doctor grunted. “That's rather what I expected, given the report. There's a good chance it's broken. I'll immobilize it for now and get you some painkillers. You'll be taken to be X-rayed after the feeding is done.”

She paused, kneeling to place the case on the ground. “No food for you, though. If we have to do surgery, we can't have anything in your stomach.”

The waves of pain were so intense that she wasn't too worried about food. She just wanted it to stop.

Gentle hands held her shoulder. “Where does it hurt?” asked the doctor, poking and twisting gently.

It wasn't too bad at first, but when the Doctor got about halfway down her upper arm, she screamed. “Possible humerus fracture,” the Doctor said clinically. “Hold still.”

She wasn't thinking of doing anything else, gritting her teeth together. The throbbing pain was excruciating!

Her anger from earlier was gone. She would take help from anyone right now, even if she was a devil in disguise!

There came clicking sounds as the Doctor opened the case, retrieving a plastic packet and snapping it open. Reaching over, she swiped a cool liquid onto Courtney’s arm, bringing back memories of the limo. Another injection?

She froze, grimacing. She had to remind herself that this wouldn't be like the last time. She wasn't being put under for more alterations, this was to take away the pain!

When the needle arrived, it was almost anticlimactic. She hissed at the sharp poke, but it was soon over, the Doctor finishing the injection with a quick wipe.

Thankfully, the pain slowly began to ease. She let out a sigh, mooing in relief.

“Don't get too comfortable,” ordered the Doctor. “I still need to apply a splint. Stay still.”

Courtney did as she asked, but when a sharp cracking sound accompanied a sudden wave of pain, she almost lashed out, mooing in protest.

“Shh, little cow, I'm almost done here. Just a little bit more.”

There came another spike of pain and a tightness, then it dropped back to a dull ache. She shook like a leaf, trembling as the adrenaline began to wear off. She didn't feel good, but it had definitely improved.

Hissing through her teeth, she sat back on her heels, staring dumbly as the Doctor packed up her equipment and turned away. This would be a good time to curse her out, but she was feeling rather drained. Besides, it would only come out as another moo anyway.

Feeling disillusioned, she watched as the Doctor passed back through the gate, the cows crowding around her. In her current condition, she couldn't do anything. She was entirely at the mercy of the Doctor and her bizarre crew.

The raccoon faced cow nudged the back of her neck, letting out a low moo. Courtney turned to face her, but she was already moving on, her ass lifted high into the air.

The way it swung to and fro appeared rather silly, and she giggled. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling.

That was probably the drugs talking, but that was okay. She was starting to feel a little better, and that was all that mattered.

The cows were mooing up against the fence, their necks lifting through the rails. The woman wearing an orange rubber bodysuit was poking a tube at them, which the cow in brown snagged first.

Her throat distended as she swallowed the end of the shaft, her lips closing around the soft length, chewing and sucking. The cow appeared to be drinking something down with voracious rapidity.

Her throat bobbed, the attendant waiting patiently for her to finish before pulling the tubing back. The sculptured end wobbled, the small flare at the end looking veiny. Was that… a dick?

She wasn't able to get much of a look before the next cow swallowed it whole. The cow’s eyes watered as she tugged on the tube, but she didn't seem to care, throat bulging.

The other cows mooed, jostling together as they vied to be next. Their winking asses wiggled, fat cheeks gaping wide, giving her glimpses of their bulging privates.

Pussy lips protruding, they leaned forward, unworried at how their swollen breasts hung low. The brown one even seemed to have a trickle of milk glistening on her fat treats. That only made sense, given her advanced state of pregnancy.

Courtney swallowed, feeling the resistance in her throat. She certainly hoped that wouldn't be her fate, though there didn’t appear to be any way to avoid it.

Cows. Pregnancy. Milking.

Even with the slowness of her churning thoughts, some of the answers seemed obvious. This was a farm, and with that came certain expectations.

She hated the idea, but it was starting to seem more like an inevitability.

No. She wouldn't allow herself to give up, not just yet!

She hadn't seen the extent of their operations. She was sure that there had to be some cracks she could exploit!

Most businesses were dysfunctional in one way or another. What were their weaknesses? Could she spot them and use them to her advantage?

Her head spun as she leaned forward on her good hoof. Her belly was gurgling, protesting at the lack of food. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, and the heat of the sun was starting to get to her. Whatever was being fed to those cows was likely cold and sweet, exactly what she needed to cut this thirst!

Her imagination was starting to run away with her, but she didn't care. Grunting, she shuffled forward as best she could, cursing her dangling arm. How could she have been so stupid?

A cold sweat bloomed on her neck as she came closer to the riotous cows. They were shoving for their turn on the rubbery dildo, and there was no way for her to insert herself. She was feeling hot and cold anyway, unsteady. It might be better if she laid down.

Sinking to the ground, she stared up at the sky. The clouds had drifted away, leaving a bright, blue expanse. A flock of birds darted past in a V, their wings appearing to kiss the sun.

Beautiful. She sighed, feeling unaccountably tired. Some of the pain had returned, and not even her thirst was enough to overcome it.

That was okay, this day had been overwhelming, nothing more than a fever dream. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

As she drifted off, an electronic chirp sounded in her ears. “Mistress, this one has collapsed.”

“It doesn't matter, we'll get her when we're done,” came the voice of the Doctor from far away. “Not even an hour on the range, and she's already made a mess of things, the stupid cow.”

Was that meant to be an insult? She didn't care.

Her mind had wings, and she was rising above, flying off towards new lands with the birds high above.