As the days grew shorter, and the nights grew longer: your desire became impossible to ignore.
You wanted to be a Cow: a beautiful bovine pet.
You had only ever admitted it to a handful of people— a few anonymous strangers on kink forums and two of your closest non-judgmental friends.
You wanted to be seen as a pet first and a person second. Your handler could focus on all of those complicated, messy people problems for you.
All you had to do was Moo, feel good, Moo, stop thinking, Moo, jiggle, Moo, giggle, Moo, play around, Moo, touch yourself, Moo, be touched, Moo, look pretty, Moo, feel good.
It really wasn’t that hard.
You knew you were a Good Cow.
You just needed everyone *else* to know too.
Because if everyone knew how good of a Cow you were, they wouldn’t bother you with silly people stuff.
You dreamed of ways you could let the world know.
The *best* dreams were the ones where your body became more Bovine for you and the world to see.
Your tits would become udders
From your spine, your ass would grow a tail
Your nipples would become teats
From your forehead, you’d grow little horns
Your hands and feet would become hooves
And if you were lucky, your lower belly would grow into yet another udder
Every person would see you were different
Every person would see you were a Pretty Cow
Your special person would give you a Cowbell Collar
Your special person would become your Handler
They would adopt you as their own Pretty Pet Cow
They would play with you and tease you
And you would be milked and pleasured
You would be pleasured and milked
Leaving your people-worries behind you
Sending your people-thoughts far-away
To make room for Cow-Thoughts and Cow-Pleasures
To be milked, to be fucked, to milk, to tease, to milk, to laugh, to milk, to be loved, to milk, and to graze, to milk, to sleep, to milk, and to bathe, to milk, to kiss, to milk, and to Moo, to milk, and to Moo-Moo, to milk, and to Moo-Moo-Moo~
