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.

--

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.

---

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.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you somehow. Even if it takes the rest of my life, I'll do it." Beth leans into the hug a bit more, but Maya can tell she's no longer fully comfortable around her. Who could blame her, really? Certainly not Maya.

Maya sets the phone next to them, so she can glance at it while still holding Beth. She watches the thoughts scroll by. "The only way to make it up to me is to reverse this, and that's not happening, is it? That's never going to happen, I'll be like this forever. All my dreams are ruined, and I can't even remember most of them. Don't tell me what I wanted to do, Maya, it doesn't matter anymore. I won't get to do it anyway. You'll just make this even worse. Why is this what I would have wanted? I didn't hate this idea, once upon a time? I can't imagine ever agreeing to this. If Maya didn't want this either, why did it happen? Does she hate me? My body feels wrong. What did they do to me? Did you tell them to do this, Maya? While she reads Beth's wandering thoughts, Maya holds her close, rubbing her back, trying to think of something else she can do.

Maya slowly helps Beth onto her feet, the other girl doing so without complaint, surprisingly. "I'm going to draw you a warm bath, ok? I know it's not much - maybe it'll help you feel cleaner." Maya slowly guides her towards the stairs with one of her arms around her girlfriend, conveying directions as they go. "Be careful, door to your left. There's a table to your right." As they reach the stairs, she helps Beth slowly climb each one, ready to catch her; it's hard to move around with her hobble, especially with the hoof-like high heels.

The two walk into the bedroom, and Maya realises too late that she forgot to turn off the air conditioner as she opens the door to a freezing breeze. Yet, Beth doesn't seem to be bothered as the two walk into the room. "Is this too cold? I can turn the A/C down and get a blanket?" Beth shakes her head, shrugging. Maya's surprised because this temperature is usually very much blanket territory for Beth, but now she's fine in it while practically nude - maybe another thing that's been changed about her.

Maya sits Beth down on the sofa. Beth immediately curls up sideways, lifting her feet onto the cushions, the sound of rattling chains accompanying her as a reminder of her restraints. Maya places one of the pillows behind Beth's back and grabs the throw blanket to throw over her feet. "I'm going to run your bath, ok? It's not going to take long, promise - If you need me before I'm back, ring the bell around your neck and I'll come running."

Beth nods, and Maya rushes to the bathroom to draw a well-deserved bath. She pulls out her favourite soap and scented oils, drawing the temperature that she knows Beth usually enjoys. Hopefully, Beth still enjoys this temperature even with the changes. She pulls out the Bluetooth speaker, ready to play Beth's favourite relaxing songs... at least what used to be, before the memory issues. Maya realises her throat hitches, and closes her eyes. It's fine, she's fine, she'll deal with these emotions later. Beth's are more important - her own don't matter after what she's done. Lost in her thoughts, Maya barely hears the sound of clanking chains and ringing bells - she turns around to see Beth right in front of the door to the bathroom.

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Beth finds herself stewing on the sofa a bit. She shifts around, trying to find a comfortable position. The sofa's wonderfully soft, and the cushions and blankets are comfortable, but her bindings and metal pieces make it hard for her to find a truly comfortable position. Despite knowing all this, knowing Maya's the source of all her issues, she still finds herself inclined to trust her.

She doesn't know if it's brainwashing, her mind tampered with to trust Maya, or if she innately trusts her girlfriend on some level, yet it doesn't change the fact that she does. Hearing her guilt has certainly helped with that, even if that guilt changes nothing about her fate. Maya has no reason to lie to gain her trust; she could just take whatever she pleased, yet she hasn't. Things will never be good again, but maybe it won't be as bad as she originally thought, as low of a bar as that is. So, maybe, just maybe, it'll be ok to trust Maya.

Speaking of Maya: she's taking a while to come back, or maybe it's just time passing slowly in her head.... Or has it genuinely been a long time? Was she coming back? Beth finds herself fidgeting in place. Realising she can't relax without knowing where Maya is, she gets up from the sofa, the bell around her neck ringing in tandem with her movement. She takes slow, small steps, doing her best to listen for signs of Maya over the relatively loud ringing of the bell.

There - the splashing sound of water running down the tap and into the bathtub. Beth heads in that direction, even though she knows Maya should be there at that point. Surely Maya didn't turn on the tap and then leave to fool her, right? Maybe Maya isn't there? Surely she's heard all the noise from the bell and chains at this point, right? Or did she lie about being there when the bell rings?

"Hey, Beth, feeling restless?" Beth hears Maya's voice and feels herself nearly collapse in relief. She's right there, she remembered, she wasn't left alone. She whines pitifully through her gag, hoping Maya's able to understand what she's trying to convey. She hears Maya quickly walk over, pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were that scared of being left alone. I'm sorry that I'm the only person you can trust right now, after what I did."

Beth just shakes her head and shrugs. Right now, all I'm asking is that you take care of me, because I have no one else. Please, please, don't hurt me, I beg you, Maya. If anything you said is true, or even if they were all lies, please take care of me, I'm in your care. She desperately hopes Maya is reading her thoughts right now.

"I am. And I promise, I won't betray your trust again. I'll do my best to keep you safe, to not repeat my mistakes."

Beth buries her head into Maya's shoulder, her enlarged breasts pressed somewhat uncomfortably between her and Maya. The transformation has taken away yet another thing from her: her ability to really enjoy hugs. Her boobs are so big that they get in the way of frontal hugs, let alone factoring in her arms tied behind her back. Even right now, Maya can barely fit her arms around her. Another pang of sadness hits her, even if it's such a minuscule thing compared to everything else she's lost. "I know nothing will ever be the same again, but I swear I'll do better. I'll make the house more friendly for you, I'll work at home so you're never alone again. I know I can't take it back, as much as I want to, but I promise that I won't abandon you until the day I die."

Beth sighs, wishing she could deepen the hug. Maya immediately tightens her hold; while the lack of privacy is awful, at least she's not stuck in her own head and unable to communicate. "We'll work things out, I promise. Whatever you want or need, I'll do my best to achieve it unless it's impossible. You deserve that much."

Beth stays there, enjoying the feeling of Maya rubbing her back and the feeling of soft hands on her bare skin. A hand runs through her hair, though she's still not used to the feeling of a wig on her head. "The bath is ready for you, by the way, if you're still up for it. Before the water runs cold." Beth nods, letting Maya guide her. She doesn't complain when Maya removes the wig as they walk towards the bath, though the baldness doesn't feel any less weird.

"Do you...?" It's easy enough to sense Maya's hesitancy in her tone, the arm wrapped around her pulling away. "Do you want to take a bath in your bikini? I don't want to overstep any boundaries even more, so if being nude in front of me is too much, I won't remove it."

Beth laughs bitterly into her gag, shaking her head. Maya, I won't be able to stay fully clothed in front of you for long, and if you're telling the truth, you've seen me naked before. Just take it all off and don't make it any weirder.

Maya starts untying the bikini, feeling her hands on the exposed skin above the collar as she unties the bikini top. Her breath hitches when she feels Maya's hands touch the small of her back as she unties the remaining string. Her body is clearly aroused, but she's not really ready for anything more at this point. She can't - even if she wants to. There's still a lot to process, no matter how her mind and hormones are screaming and begging for it.

Beth feels her boobs bounce out as her top is removed, that tiny piece of cloth having barely held back her newly enlarged chest. They weigh a ton - she knows her back would be in extreme pain right now if not for some of the enhancements made during her transformation.

Beth appreciates Maya not touching her unnecessarily. It's not that she's not horny right now - god, her erect nipples clearly say otherwise - but she's glad Maya isn't tempting her very limited self control that was ruined by the transformation. She doesn't think she can ever consent again without some degree of influence, and honestly, she's not sure she'll ever be entirely ok, even with things she used to like: another thing taken from her.

She finally notices that Maya removed her bikini bottom during her thoughts when Maya pokes her on the side. "I can't tell you what to think about me. I know none of this is consensual, and my regret doesn't change that fact, but I hope you'll be able to trust your own happiness one day. For your own sake, even if it comes at the expense of mine."

Beth just shrugs, letting herself be guided towards the bathtub. Her hobble is too short for her to climb in on her own, so Maya nudges her onto a step stool, helping lift her slightly so she's able to enter the bathtub safely. She can't feel the water on her feet - her shoes are waterproof - but at the very least, she can feel the warm water enveloping her body up to her waist, letting herself feel cleaner already, even if she wasn't technically dirty beforehand.

She lets herself sink, her whole body covered by the water except for her head. The scent of the soap is wonderful, and there's a hint of nostalgia and happiness that stirs from deep within her. She feels herself relaxing. With her eyes permanently closed, she knows it would be so easy for her to fall asleep right here.

"Hey, stay awake. I know it's comfortable, but you'll have an even more comfortable bed to look forward to, and you won't have to risk dying from drowning or your neck hurting, ok?" Beth moans in response, reluctantly acknowledging that she's correct. She continues to lie there, however, enjoying relaxing; she asks Maya a question to avoid nodding off. Was this something I really fantasised about? Me being turned into this, hucow thing.

Maya slowly pours a generous amount of shampoo on her scalp, gently massaging it with both hands. "Nothing as permanent or extreme as this, but you were definitely interested. You liked the idea of cow print and showing off, but I clearly didn't read the fine print or pay enough attention in my excitement to surprise you."

Beth sighs, upset that Maya's carelessness caused this. A tantrum wouldn't solve anything, though; it's too late for anything to be done. She can't turn her head since Maya is busy with her scalp, nor can she close her eyes, say anything or gesture, so she just lies still with no way of showing her displeasure. It only angers her more, another reminder of how limited she is - not that she needs any with her jaw forced open and the endless void being the only thing she sees.

"You have the right to be upset, always." Wait, that's right, even her thoughts aren't safe anymore. "And while the mind-reading isn't perfect, I promise you'll never go unheard by me."

Maya pours water carefully over her head, and luckily, the plug in her mouth is waterproof, which helps with preventing soapy water from pouring directly into her gaping mouth. One of the only upsides to having a dildo stuffed directly up to her throat.

Maya moves on to rubbing soap over her face with a washcloth. Mostly on the little exposed skin, but also cleaning the leather blindfold and gag covering most of her face. A quick rinse later, Maya has Beth lean up as she pulls the plug out slowly, letting all of her drool out alongside it. "I'll wash the plug after this.... Do you want to leave your mouth open? If the plug's uncomfortable, we can do that."

The bell around Beth's neck rings as she nods, even more drool dripping down her chin. It would be nice to not have a dildo near-choking her continuously, and she does need something to drink - possibly something alcoholic in nature, so it'll need to come off later anyway. Maya continues to scrub down Beth's neck as she ponders, slowly heading towards her chest. Maya does not comment on her obviously stiff nipples, very clearly aroused and larger than they clearly should be. Do they look pretty at least? Does she look pretty? She wonders if she looks arousing and enticing, or if she's more horrid and monstrous at this point.

Maya slowly rubs Beth's breasts with the washcloth, gently rubbing her nipples and the piercings. The girl in the tub squirms slightly under the attention. "Honey... You look gorgeous, and you always have. Though I guess I'm a bit biased." Beth moans as Maya rubs her nipples in a particular way, as she unconsciously rubs her legs together under the water, trying futilely to get some friction. Likely sensing how bothered Beth is, Maya pulls back, and Beth whines at the loss of contact. "I'm going to slow down, because I know you don't actually want this. It's your hormones talking right now, and I know they're heightened because of what I did to you, and that's wrong."

Beth twists in the tub, splashing water everywhere. Yet, while her body is screaming for some contact, a small part of her is glad Maya's staying true to her promise, even if the majority of her is cursing her for not giving her release right now. Maya speeds up for the remainder of the bath, rubbing the remainder of her body and pointedly avoiding her crotch until the very end.

"Sorry about this." Eventually, she's left with no other choice for body parts, and Beth feels as Maya gently scrubs between her legs, slowly rubbing between the folds. Pulling at the piercing gently causes a tug on her clit, a rush of desire going through her.

As Maya gently helps her out of the bathtub, Beth feels feverish. Not because of the water that's run cold, but because she's so hot and bothered - if she weren't bound, she would've already finished herself off. Maya gently dries her with a warm towel; Beth finds herself arching her back when Maya touches her clit again, nearly collapsing to the ground due to a lack of balance. She whines as Maya pulls away, quickly tying her bikini, resting a hand on her back as she guides her out of the bathroom.

Crossing to the bedroom, Beth can feel the chill from the air conditioner. It doesn't bother her as much as she expects; she logically knows it's because of what was done to her, but still isn't used to it. She feels her legs bump into the edge of the bed, so she turns around to sit on it. When Maya speaks next, her voice is farther away, "Would you be ok if I leave you alone before we start something we both don't want?" At her nod, she hears Maya scramble out of the door, closing it gently behind her.

Beth stands back up - she gets why Maya has to leave, but right now, it doesn't solve the problem of her neediness. She assumes there's a bedside table, so she tries shuffling towards it. Once she bumps into it, she turns and bends her knees slightly, resting the corner of the table right in between her slit, her bikini acting as an unwanted barrier between the table and her clit.

She slowly grinds back and forth, rubbing the edge of the table against her, bumping frequently into the ring piercing on her clit. Moving is hard when she's unable to help with her hands, but she manages to slowly get a rhythm, helped by the ringing of the bell to maintain it. She moves side to side, trying to find any sort of purchase and friction she can. It's slightly painful, but honestly, she'll take anything at this point.

She eventually finds herself panting through her gag, and not from exertion. She's so close, but she needs something else to push herself over the edge. What she would give to be able to use her fingers right now.... Maya, she needs Maya. She imagines Maya, standing so close, watching her right now. She doesn't remember what the room looks like, she doesn't even remember what Maya looks like, but she imagines her girlfriend watching her play with herself, maybe even using her fingers on her.

"Beth?" Maya's voice sounds out from the doorway, and she looks up. She's been so focused on her fantasies that she didn't hear the door open, especially since she's not received her orgasm yet. She whines as she continues to grind herself onto the table edge. "Oh, honey, I can leave if you don't want me here."

Beth shakes her head; no, that's not what she wants right now. Even with all her doubts, she can't do this herself. She needs Maya. No, she wants Maya. She hears Maya approach - feels a hand gently touch her cheek, causing her to stop shifting. What she would give to have those hands wander around her body right now... "Bessie, dear, are you sure this is what you want?"

Being called Bessie sends a tingle down her spine. She nods, feeling Maya reach around to untie and remove her bikini, boobs immediately spilling out as it was pulled off. "Well, I'll just have to start making up for all I've done by giving you the best orgasm you've ever had."

Beth did not have to wait long before her g-string was also removed, causing the corner of the table to dig directly into her already wet folds. Maya gently caresses the side of her face before sticking two of her fingers into Beth's wide-open mouth. Beth instinctively starts licking Maya's hand, swirling her tongue around the digits. "Good girl. Not sure if you'll need these to be wet with how much you're dripping, but more lubrication doesn't hurt."

Once Maya is satisfied, she pulls away, her fingers dripping with drool. Beth feels Maya gently press kisses onto both her nipples, rolling her hips onto the corner of the table again as she feels Maya's tongue circle one after another. She takes the time to lick the piercings, causing even more stimulation. Beth whines, begging Maya to hurry up in her mind, one thing her girlfriend is happy to oblige.

Maya holds Beth still, who reluctantly complies, as she slowly rubs her clit with a thumb. "Oh, you're so wet for me already? Good girl." As she says it, Maya plunges her two lubricated fingers directly into Beth, who immediately contracts around them as she arches her back, climaxing immediately. Maya wastes no time in guiding Beth into the bed, who whines at the loss of Maya's fingers penetrating her as Maya half lifts her onto the bed.

Beth whimpers as Maya steps away for a second, about to sit up to follow her. "I'm right here, darling, just give me a second." At her reassurance, she immediately lies back down, willing herself to be patient. She's on her back, bound arms trapped under her. She finds herself arching - pushing her breasts and crotch upwards in search of more stimulation.

Soon, she feels Maya crawl onto the bed next to her, and it becomes clear what she's been up to when she feels Maya hug her from the side, and she feels bare skin directly on her own. Maya's boobs press onto her ribs, and she can feel how wet she is as Maya wraps her legs around her. Her girlfriend presses a kiss onto her neck, right above the collar. She wishes the collar wasn't there - even this small contact has her stomach fluttering, and she wishes Maya had more access to her skin.

She feels Maya gently rubbing her lower lips before her two fingers are reinserted into her pussy. Maya only holds them there, much to her chagrin. She can feel Maya's grin against her neck as Beth tries to hump her fingers. "Such a greedy little slut, aren't you? One wasn't enough, huh?"

Beth whimpers, nodding, whining when Maya pulls her fingers away. Soon, she feels Maya lean in to clumsily kiss her, the ring gag in her mouth making what would be a simple task into something difficult, and she shudders as she tastes herself on Maya's tongue. "Let's not keep you waiting, dear."

Maya plunges her fingers back into her, and while Beth can't remember, it's clear Maya knows her way around her body. It's obvious in the way Maya immediately finds her g-spot, and while she's extremely sensitive now - she doubts she used to be this way - she feels like it wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't someone so familiar with her body. She melts under Maya's tender mercies while clenching around the finger, mewling, until Maya stops moving. She whines, though Maya's hold stops her from trying to push deeper. "Patience, Bessie, you just had one. I promise you'll get another by the end of this. It'll be worth it."

Maya slowly starts to move again, and Beth rests her head in the crease of her neck. She's unable to bite, so she resorts to gently licking and pressing her gagged mouth into the skin, hoping that it resembles enough of a kiss for Maya to enjoy. The moan Maya lets out is encouraging, as is her speeding up the fingers in between her legs. "You're doing so good, darling, taking it all in." Maya slips in a third and fourth finger, more vigorously stretching her with her hands. Beth shakes, no longer able to concentrate on kissing Maya as she tilts her head back, moaning, trying and failing to shout Maya's name.

Beth already feels herself at the precipice, and she's surprised at how quickly she's reached this point again. One more whisper of "good girl" and one final thrust, she comes undone; Beth feels her eyes roll as the orgasm wrecks her. She struggles to stay awake, even as Maya pulls her in. Maya slowly circles her clit with a finger"You good?", Beth yawns and nods, shifting away from Maya's toying because she's spent, resting her head on top of Maya's breasts.

Maya pats her head slowly, sighing, a smile heard in her voice. "Ok, get some sleep. Love you." As Beth falls asleep, she knows - even with all this - that she's speaking the truth.

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Beth wakes up to her stomach grumbling and an empty bed. She hasn't eaten in a while - she doesn't remember when she last ate at all, actually. Probably before her transformation, the doctors must have used a method without using her mouth, as she's not sure how she's supposed to eat like this.

"Oh, you're awake." Maya walks over, and Beth is greeted with a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Evening, you passed out for quite a while. Was earlier that good?" Beth nods, though she's not 100% sure if it's because of Maya or because of the transformation making her more sensitive and receptive to sex.

"It's probably both - you passed out a few times before this, as well." Beth feels a pang at that, unable to remember any of it. A hand gently rubs her bald head, her wig having been removed so she could sleep comfortably.

"I have your food, it's something the company provided? Its texture and taste is basically cum, so if you don't want that I can work something out for you." Maya looks away, rubbing her arms. "If you're forced to eat like this because of me, I'm also committing to the same diet, I'm not eating anything special until I make this right somehow." Beth shakes her head, though there's a bit of fondness alongside some of the lingering bitterness in her head. She's learning to trust Maya again; the fact that Maya's willing to do that much at least shows how much guilt she feels.

Beth looks vaguely in Maya's direction, sitting up. I'm willing to give it a shot at least. I don't remember much, but I have a feeling I might not have been against this entirely. Maya rubs her back, helping her stand up. "You've mentioned it before, and we did try cum swallowing a bit, but it's a little different from having it as a kink twice and having it be your only meal 3 times a day for the rest of your life."

Beth gives a 'what can I do?' shrug. Maya holds her right arm, ready to guide her, but she hesitates and stops moving. What's wrong?

Maya fidgets, releasing her. "I have an idea, and you can say no, but I think you might enjoy this." Beth shrugs again - there's nothing wrong with trying, not like she can really do anything if Maya wants to make things worse for her.

Maya mutters a 'sorry,' clearly in response to her thought, before she presses a hand directly into the front of Beth's crotch. Slowly, three fingers slip in between the folds and settle in. Then Maya tugs on the hand experimentally, and Beth moves alongside it, feeling herself grow moist down there as she groans. "Would you like this?" The bell around her neck rings as she nods frantically - honestly, this is a much more exciting way to do this.

Maya gently leads her out the door and down the corridor to the right, where she vaguely remembers the stairs she had used to climb up to the second floor. Maya slips out her fingers, instead grasping her arm, her fingers wet from her juices. "Careful, we're going down the stairs, just move slowly and I'll be there to catch you, ok?"

Beth tilts her head to acknowledge this, slowly and hesitantly taking slow steps down the stairs, one step at a time, her left foot always first. Maya speaks up once they're halfway down the stairs, having helped her around the turn. "Once you're more settled in, I'll have people come here to renovate the place. Ramps and even a lift might be helpful. Maybe a few other things to make your life easier? Again, I swear I'll do my best to make this as painless as possible - unless pain is something you want later down the line," she jokes. Beth nods, and while hearing the reassurances is nice and that Maya has a plan to make things easier for her, only time can prove if it's enough.

The two reach the ground floor, and Beth loses track of where they are in the house. She hates that she can't tell, hates feeling disoriented whenever she changes rooms. "I'll figure something out for that, promise. Maybe a tour later will help a bit. But for now, let's get you fed."

Maya has her kneel on a set of cushions before guiding her body forward, letting her head rest on a half loop that the front of her collar fits into snugly. "Would you want the full experience? How do you want to do this?"

Beth tilts her head to turn towards Maya. Can you elaborate, maybe? What does the 'full experience' mean?

She can feel Maya hesitate for a bit, though she's not sure why. She feels a hand rub her bald head soothingly. "So, feeding usually takes exactly an hour for the full meal. With this machine, they encourage me to lock you in fully for the whole duration, and there are also dildos that can be plugged in. Or I can bring out the portable machine that's less restrictive, or feed you by hand."

Beth shrugs, not moving up from her position. I can't know if I'll enjoy it until I try. I would say I'm still recovering from earlier, but they must've done something to me because... Beth fidgets, unable to cross her legs very well in this position, even as she attempts to. I'm already horny again, embarrassing as it is to admit.

Maya moves next to her, before a finger traces around the edge of her folds. "Well, yeah, I can see that." She can feel her cheeks burning in shame, even though it's clearly something Maya has seen regularly.

Just get on with it already.

Beth feels Maya complete the loop around her neck, hearing the click as she is locked in place. A few more restraints are linked to her feet, and she's definitely unable to move from the spot. Soon after, she feels a tube being inserted directly into the gaping hole that is her mouth, and hears another click as her mouth is now fastened to that tube for the foreseeable hour. She hears the dragging of equipment, and her moan is muffled as one large dildo after another is inserted into her two remaining holes, both wet enough that she doesn't really need lubrication at this point. More clunks as those also lock in place, and now she's stuck impaled through all three holes, with no way of standing or removing any of them. She doesn't realise she's nervous until Maya pets the back of her head, and she realises she's shaking in place. "You'll be fine, promise, and I'll be here to watch over you for the whole way. If you need to stop, I promise I'll turn it off. It has working manual latches, I swear."

Beth can't nod in response, but she moans softly as she responds in her mind. Ok, as long as you promise to get me out. I know you don't have to listen to me. But... She feels a kiss on her temple.

"I'll stop you right there. I do have to listen, because that's the only way I can gain any bit of your trust back, and the only way I can live with myself."

Beth shakes her head in the restraints as best she can. Do you really need my trust? You have me like this already, there's nothing I can do to stop you if you want to betray it. You could truly do whatever with me, and what's stopping you? Beth finally voices one of her fears, because she's truly helpless if Maya decides to simply turn off the app.

Maya gently caresses Beth's cheeks. "You're right, there's nothing but me. And I can't say I'll never break your trust because I already did. In the end, my words mean nothing without the gurantee I'll keep it, but still, I'll make it up to you." Maya pulls back, fidgeting. "So... Do you want it on?"

Yes... Beth wiggles as best she can on the two dildos impaling her. Before I change my mind. Beth hears Maya step away, and just as she's about to reach out with her thoughts again, the dildos in both her holes start abruptly vibrating, causing her to squeal in surprise.

"Is it too much?"

It's fine. She thinks to Maya - and it was, even if she can already feel herself rapidly building up to another orgasm. At least, it was fine until the dildos began moving in and out alternatingly, pounding her relentlessly. She moans and groans into the gag, though those sounds are muffled by the sticky, salty fluid now pouring down the tube into her mouth.

Alongside the cum-like food excessively pouring into her mouth, forcing her to swallow constantly, she groans as she feels something start to squirt out from both dildos, not stopping. She feels herself shaking and mewling as she's overwhelmed by everything going on. The machine stops immediately, and she feels a hand caress her forehead. "Let's get you out, ok?"

Beth swallows what's remaining in her mouth. No, no, it's fine, Maya, it's good, I promise.

"Are you sure?"

Beth can already feel some of the liquid dripping out of her holes. I'm sure. I know you can't see my face, but I can't really lie to you. This isn't real cum, though, right? Artificial?

"Oh yeah, it is. Before I turn it on again, would you mind if I do something?" Beth groans as she hears the mischief in Maya's voice, but assents to it. She's already getting impatient, unconsciously attempting to ride the dildos.

Soon, she hears the sound of ringing bells approaching closer. She feels her nipple piercings grow heavier, her nipples stretching a bit more painfully as the bells were attached. "This fine?"

Yeah, it's go... Her thoughts are interrupted by the machine turning back on to the intensity it was, "cum" immediately flowing into her mouth, and she can feel herself drowning in pleasure once again. The bells ring constantly, her boobs bouncing around as the dildos bury themselves into her.

She feels herself clenching around the dildo as she cums, but the machine doesn't stop. Distracted as she is, it takes her a while to realise Maya has turned on the TV in the background, likely as something to do while she watches her. I'll need another shower, is her fleeting thought, before her attention is brought back to her mouth filling up too much. She's forced to swallow again, giving her a slight reprieve even as the dildos penetrate her poor, abused pussy and ass. She realises the ingenuity of her predicament, even as her thoughts are again interrupted by a particularly hard thrust from the dildos; she can't really get distracted for too long. Her attention will always be brought back to the machine, one way or another.

Time passes simultaneously both extremely slowly and extremely quickly for that hour. She's gotten multiple orgasms and is sore, but when the machine slows to a standstill, she feels like it somehow should've been longer. Slowly, Maya unlocks the latches binding her neck to the machine, before removing the sticky dildos from her wet and dripping orifices. Maya helps her lean up. "Hey darling, can you tilt your head back and swallow?" Beth does so, letting the remaining liquid in the tube drip down her mouth into her throat. "Good girl, swallowing all that cum for me." She whines, shuddering in pleasure at the sound of Maya's compliment.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? Dirty little slut." Beth looks away, taking a step back, bells ringing as she's reminded of them attached to her nipples. It makes her feel ashamed, and while shame makes her feel good, the situation leaves her feeling overwhelmed. "Was that too much? Sorry, Beth."

They stand a moment in awkward silence, cum slowly leaking from Beth's vagina and ass. "Well, girl, you've made quite a mess, huh?" Another whine from Beth as she feels her cheeks flare up, taking another step back. Maya grabs her from retreating farther, caressing her cheek. "Shhh, it's fine. Let's get you cleaned up, ok?"

Maya takes a few paper towels to her body, wiping her ass and pussy and inside them, removing traces of what was inside of her. She feels her bikini being tied around her back. "How was it? Too much?" Beth shakes her head.

It was a lot, but looking back, she enjoyed it. Not sure if it'll be too much when she has to do it two to three times a day, but well - that's a problem for tomorrow. "Ok. I'm glad you had fun. I have to admit I enjoyed watching, but if you didn't have fun, I wouldn't push for it again."

Beth shrugs, walking forward to nuzzle Maya. She doesn't forgive her... but it's not like she didn't enjoy today. She yawns, collapsing into Maya's embrace. "Let's get you to the guest bedroom, ok? Don't want to climb the stairs with you this sleepy." Beth nods, already fading. Like blinking, she finds herself in bed with Maya embracing her from behind as she drifts off properly, dreaming of future days and a past her conscious self has forgotten.