Heifer Girlfriend

17 April 4XXX. It's a normal day, and Elizabeth laughs as she finishes her shot of whiskey. Elizabeth smiles up at her girlfriend, Maya. They've had a wonderful date at her home that started early in the morning, eating Maya's cooking and just relaxing. Maya cooked some chicken parm, one of her favourites. Also, the TV in the background is still on from the 4-hour movie marathon of her favourite movies, so Elizabeth is rather content after today. She's touched by how thoughtful Maya has been, clearly, she's done her best to make today a happy day for her. However, it's past noon, and Elizabeth sadly has to leave to head home to do some work.

While Elizabeth's been enjoying herself, she can tell that Maya's been a bit nervous, fidgeting and paying particularly close attention to the food and drinks. Maybe it's just Maya wanting things to be perfect for her? But Elizabeth suspects there's something she's hiding, which is usually the case with how nervous she is. Maybe it's just something to do with work or some surprise that she'll tell her about eventually, as her birthday is coming up, and the surprise is not worth spoiling if so. Maybe a gift she's been eyeing? Who knows with Maya really?

Elizabeth yawns, staring at the clock that struck 2 pm just minutes ago. She's feeling rather tired, which is a surprise because normally she wouldn't be this exhausted this early in the afternoon. "Gonna head home if that's ok?". Maya nods, standing up and reaching out to squeeze Elizabeth's hand. "Let me escort you to the door." Elizabeth barely notices the nervous quiver in her girlfriend's voice, though she doesn't think much of it.

Elizabeth turns around to walk to the door, chatting some more about their next date with Maya, when a spell of dizziness hits her. She stumbles and falls, feeling Maya's arms catch hold of her. When she looks to Maya to tell her she's alright, she can only see a sad smile on her girlfriend's face, before her eyes close and she falls into the depths of unconsciousness.

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Maya looks down at her unconscious girlfriend in her arms, and she sighs. Hopefully, she understands what she's doing is for her. She's had to lie and bluff enough already today, hopefully, she can forgive her for this. She traces the side of her face with her hand before slowly dragging her back towards the living room. The sleeping drug she was given worked perfectly, and now all she has to do is prepare her for retrieval. She lays Elizabeth down on the carpeted floor, grabbing one of the sofa cushions to place under her head.

She's glad Elizabeth enjoys wearing dresses, and that she has one on right now. It's always a joy to look at her in some of her dresses that show off her body, but it's also relatively easy to strip it off of her while she's passed out. After the dress, she's left in a pair of black underwear. Even with something so simple, Elizabeth still looks extremely gorgeous, she's really lucky to have a girlfriend like this.

Maya fondles her a bit, enjoying grabbing her boobs through the bra. They're relatively small, smaller than her C cups anyway, but she still enjoys them very much. Maya sighs, she doesn't have much time before she has to be ready. She strips Elizabeth's underwear off her, and she now sleeps there in the nude. Maya has seen her like this before, but well, it feels a lot different, and honestly, Maya feels not a bit of shame seeing Elizabeth like this. But it's fine, it'll be worth it.

Maya retrieves the outfit she was given to put on Elizabeth, putting it on quickly. First, she locks a ring gag on her, then the collar with a bag to cover her girlfriend's head. Finally, a set of cuffs is attached to each limb, all connected with chains that force her into a hogtie. Checking to make sure she's breathing fine, she then waits for an employee of the company she hired to arrive, busying herself with cleaning the table

She hears a bell ring at her door not long after. When she goes to open it, she's greeted by 3 men in suits and sunglasses. She sees that one of them has a name tag with the logo of the company she hired, Fantastical Alterations. "Is this the residence of Ms. Holland?" Maya nods, opening the door and gesturing inside. "The package is in the living room."

The men enter, carrying a metal panel with them. Elizabeth's unconscious body is lifted and dropped on the panel, which rapidly transforms into a box with the click of a button. Maya noticed none of the men did anything unwarranted to Elizabeth, and she's grateful for that. Professional, she thought, though Maya guiltily considers that if she were worried about Elizabeth being touched without consent, she wouldn't have done this in the first place.

The lead man hands Maya a digital pad with the contracts and a holographic pen. "Sign here and here. The product will be ready on the 12th, and it'll be delivered right here."

Maya nods, skimming through the document of acceptance and signing at the dotted lines, handing the pad back. With that, they leave, and just like that, they're gone as quickly as they arrived, though this time with a tied-up Elizabeth alongside them.

Maya sighs, moving to the couch to switch to a different TV. Hopefully, Elizabeth will enjoy the result, even if it might not be the best start. Either way, nothing she can do now but wait.

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A week later - on her birthday, so she's been told - 878 finds herself stuffed inside a crate. She can feel the ground moving underneath her, surmising that she's in a truck being transported to who knows where. She doesn't care much at this point, with how much she's been irreparably broken and changed over the past week. She's been left reeling, with one new thing after another, all adding to the despair and exhaustion that has settled into her soul. Feelings she might not even be able to express. She's been mostly unconscious this past week, but the moments she woke up to have been filled with horror, and she shudders even now. She hates what's been done to her - though, above all, Maya's betrayal is what broke her the most.

She shifts, trying to find a better position to rest in the box. As she does, the bell attached to the collar welded around her neck rings loudly, though she doesn't notice except when the bell sometimes bumps into her chest. All four of her ears are filled with earplugs, preventing her from hearing anything about where she's headed: two of them are her regular human ears, while the other two are those added to her, cow ears, relatively larger in size and more sensitive. Two of the many changes that were done to her body as part of the transformation.

Her transformation... She's no longer human, apparently, and isn't that the most disheartening thing to know? Other than the new set of ears, she has extra appendages in a set of horns on her head and a tail that would normally swish around when she has the space to do so. The box isn't the only restrictive thing that's happened to her. Her hair has been permanently removed from every area of her body, and it can never grow again. She has a wig on her head, and while she can't remember it fully, she knows deep in her heart that she loved her hair, and the loss is another wound unto herself, even if it's far from the worst crime committed to her this week.

She can feel the matching stockings and opera gloves glued to her skin, her arms and legs colored in black and white cow print. Her feet are stuffed into tall, hoof-shaped shoes, forcing her onto her tiptoes as if she were in heels. Then, to add insult to injury, they welded shackles and attached a chain between them, forcing her into a permanent hobble. She was asked to walk during the week and almost immediately fell, yet she has to get used to it because those are not coming off. She couldn't use her arms anymore, locked behind her back in a box tie. Her hands are equally as useless, as they've been forcibly balled into fists under the gloves, unable to open.

She wants to scream, yet the ring gag forced into her mouth stops her from saying anything coherent, especially alongside the long dildo plug stuffed deep down to the back of her throat. The plug is removable, but both the gag and the blindfold over her eyes have been glued to her face: even more of her agency gone with the wind.

At the very least, her boobs are much larger now. F-sized breasts that are barely covered by a thin cow print bikini top, which, alongside a G-string, are the only other two pieces of clothing attached to her body right now. Though, underneath them, her nipples and clit throb, both having been pierced, rings welded in place to be unremovable. Her body isn't the only thing that's been changed, to her dismay. She remembers Maya's name, but her memory has been modified as another perversion, most of it blurred as an attempt at dehumanising her.

They succeeded. 878 felt so lost and angry and so inhuman, the loss of her name shaking her to her core. She knows she had a human name once, yet she can't remember what it is. She feels helpless, and her bindings - being functionally blind and mute - certainly don't make things better. The helpless feeling is warranted, after all, she doesn't just feel helpless; she's dependent on others to live. She knows this probably isn't the full extent of what's been done to her, but she's not sure she wants to know. Is her mind really her own? She had a lot of time in the box with nothing to do but think.

As she shifts again, the slight, constant ache in her pussy bothers her. She really needs release, but she can't do much right now. The fact that she's aroused by this situation is upsetting, even if this is something she's theoretically fantasised about before. Is that why Maya did it? Even then, being thrust into this has been awful, and she didn't want it to be anything more than a fantasy.

She holds a sliver of hope that it isn't permanent - that her dreams and hopes haven't turned to dust - her dreams that she can't remember. She knows they exist, she can feel the nagging loss there, but she can't reach any of them.

There's plenty more she's lost memory-wise, her mind foggy in many ways. She doesn't remember what Maya looks like, or her parents, or her friends. Even their names are gone, just the vague remembrance that they exist remains in her mind, and she's not sure how much she can trust. Maya is the only person she mostly remembers, but it's still incomplete. Hell, she doesn't remember how she looks, and she's cried plenty in mourning. Maya being the only person she remembers is suspicious, and maybe her memories have been tampered with to push her into trusting Maya, but well... she doesn't really have a choice.

She's not sure how long of a trip she has left or how much time has already passed. She feels drowsy, likely sleeping drugs cycling through her system, and soon she falls blessedly back into unconsciousness.

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Searing pain erupts from her neck, boobs, and crotch, causing her to scream out as she wakes up. She knew they had a shock added to her collar, but did they put tools that shocked her piercings too? She pants as she tries to catch her breath, twitching and wincing in pain. The shock eventually reduced in intensity, but why is it still going? It lasts for an eternity in her mind, as she's unable to keep track of the progression of time with everything going on. While it doesn't feel as bad as the original jolt, she still feels the burn on her throat and sensitive parts. She cries out again as she lifts her knees and leans forward, doing her best to curl up in a ball. She doesn't know how long it lasts, but even when the shocks stop, she's trembling and sobbing, the pain still searing where she was shocked.

The first thing she notices is that she has stopped moving. The second thing she notices is that she's still stuck inside the crate, leaning on the side. She doesn't know how long she stays that way, but eventually she feels the box being moved, before cold air wafts over her, an instant relief compared to the hot, stale air she's been stuck with in the crate. She realises the crate has been opened, and she tilts her head up, doing her best to face whoever has opened her box. Maybe they'll show her mercy? She feels a hand pat her head, running through her wig. She whines, shaking her head. Slowly, she feels a hand pull on the tag pierced through her right cow ear, before she suddenly is able to hear again as her earplugs are removed one by one.

"Hey Beth." Beth? Is that her name? She doesn't realise she recognises the voice until a second after, when Maya speaks up again. "Happy birthday, darling."

878... Beth finds herself growing angry. Maya was responsible for this, and she thinks it's a gift? That this nightmare was something she wanted as a birthday gift? Beth does her best to stand up quickly, which is helped by Maya's hand stabilising her. But, she doesn't want that - she stands up and immediately lowers her head, doing her best to gore Maya with her horns.

Luckily for Maya - and unluckily for Beth - as soon as she starts to do this, her collar and piercings spark again, and an even more painful shock erupts. Beth screams through her gag, collapsing back down on the ground. She starts to sob, writhing in pain. "Oooh, Beth, what's up? Sorry, let me turn the shocks off."

Beth feels the shocks cut off suddenly, but all she can do is sob and cry. Everything is awful, and she's punished even more - and Maya is here acting like everything is fine when it's all her fault. She hates her, she hates her, she hates herself for trusting her. She feels a hand rub her cheek, pulling her up to lean her head on Maya's chest. "There, there, you're good, you're home now, everything's going to be fine. Sorry you had to stay there for a bit, but I know you wanted to be a cow for a while, so I thought I could surprise you with this."

Beth turns to Maya in disbelief, even if her face can hardly convey that emotion. She whines, shaking her head. Maya thinks this was a good thing? Did she really want this? Was Maya telling the truth? Was her previous self this stupid before her memory was removed? Elizabeth just rolls over, laying her head on the ground as she curls up into a ball, feeling defeated. If she did want this, she regrets everything. Maybe things would be fine if she didn't fantasise about this, because to some extent, Maya must be telling the truth with how aroused she has been within the week. She can't imagine what is going through Maya's head right now to make her think the situation was alright, and Maya's silence doesn't help her figure that out in any way.

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When Beth's birthday on the 24th rolls around, Maya finds herself rather busy preparing for Beth's arrival. Cooking her favourite food, preparing gifts, and hoping to give Beth a good time for her birthday, all alongside the transformation that has been happening over the past week. However, it does take a while for her to notice Beth's arrival once the package has been delivered - her phone is charging in the living room when the notification arrives. She only realises a few hours later, when it's reaching noon, when one of her neighbours rings the doorbell to inform her of the package in front of her door.

Maya thanks her before rushing to wheel the box inside. Oh god, how long has Beth been in the box? Surely she's fine, right? Maya presses her thumb to a button on the side of the box, which glows green as it reads her fingerprint. The box's top slowly splits in half as the parts slide down the sides of the box, revealing Beth curled up inside of it.

The first thing Maya notices as Beth looks up is the blindfold and ring gag. The next thing she notices is that everything is different with her: her boobs are way bigger, and are those horns? Maya pats her girlfriend's head, running her hand through her hair. "Hey Beth."

Beth doesn't respond, so Maya takes a look at her ears, including her new cow ones that look more realistic than she expected; they were very much attached to her girlfriend's head and not just a headband. Alarms are already starting to ring in Maya's head, but she pulls on the tag on her left cow ear slowly to check the yellow tag. It has 878 written on both sides of it, attached through a pierced hole in Maya's ear. Inside her ear, she notices an earplug. Pulling that one out, and then the rest of the others, she wishes Beth a happy birthday.

Beth immediately lowers her upper body to skewer her by the horns, before immediately falling and screaming in pain through the gag as her collar lights up with electricity. Maya knows something is wrong. Maybe it's just the kidnapping part? Maya turns off the collar, trying to reassure Beth, who's started crying as she scrambles for the pamphlet that came with the box. Telling Beth that she's home and safe now isn't helping - something is deeply wrong right now, and Maya starts to feel sick to her stomach.

"Congratulations on your new custom model no.878. One of your loved ones has decided to give you this wonderful pet. It has been permanently equipped with state-of-the-art facilities, which you can read more about and control by scanning the barcodes marked on the product's scalp under her wig, or above her crotch."

As soon as Maya reads the words 'permanently equipped,' Maya knows she's made a huge mistake. Hoping that she hasn't, she quickly scans the barcode on Beth's body, which downloads an app on her phone while she futilely tries to comfort her girlfriend.

She opens and starts to scroll through the app. It lists different features such as the blindfold, customizable wigs, hormone and nanomachine controls, orgasm denial, shock torture, and even more additions and modifications to the body. Maya feels her heart fall into her stomach. God, what did she do to her girlfriend?

"It is permanent... I swear I didn't know." Beth turns her head towards her, and if it wasn't for the blindfold, she knows she'd be pinned by a disbelieving stare. "I didn't! It's still my fault, obviously, I should've paid more attention. Fuck! I... You're right to be mad at me." Understatement of the year, Maya thinks, even as she takes a look at more of the app. It's clear that it's irreversible. It's one of the first questions in the FAQ, in fact - most of the modifications are impossible to remove without crippling Beth further or risking her death.

Apparently, her memory's been tampered with? Maya looks up at Beth, and she puts her head in her hands. The FAQ doesn't go into too much detail, but she wonders who or what Beth remembers. No wonder she doesn't trust her. Though she probably wouldn't trust her even if her memory wasn't tampered with, and Maya can't blame her. "Hi, I... Your full name is Elizabeth, but I always called you Beth." Beth looks back up at her and looks away.

Exploring the app a bit more, she finds a brain icon, indicating something she can use to read Beth's thoughts. As she opens it, the first thoughts she sees are filled with despair and anger. Does my name even matter? She did this to me, and she didn't even want to? Is it worse that she was careless? Maya, fuck, why... did I not matter enough? Was I not a good girlf... Maya looks up sharply, her heart breaking to watch how much distress Beth is in, going so far as to blame herself for Maya's faults.

"Beth, the app gives me a way to read your thoughts - no, you were the perfect girlfriend, I promise." Beth looks up with alarm as Maya hovers just shy of touching her. "I'm sorry. I know words don't matter, but I'm so sorry. At least it's not a kink you hate, right?" Maya chuckles desperately, though she clearly doesn't believe herself.

Beth refuses to look at her, still seated and shivering in pain. Maya sees this and realises she hasn't done much to comfort Beth. "Would you be ok with a hug?" When she shyly nods, Maya drops to sit next to Beth, pulling her in for a hug.