Chapter 7 – Carmen
The next week follows the pattern of the last few days. Morning milking with breakfast, dosing and orgasms, grooming, damned tail, sunbathing in the pasture. Lunch and a transformation injection, more sunbathing, afternoon milking, dosing and orgasms, grooming, dinner then bed after another injection.
My thinking–and memory, unfortunately–continue to become clearer, although there are a few frustratingly blank holes. I remember drafting and signing the transformation contract that was to only be activated in the case of extreme and unrecoverable mental trauma. Since transformation is irreversible, usually results in massively reduced cognition, and requires permanent relocation to Bovaria, there is a rigorous screening and disclosure process that involves physical and psychological assessments over an extended period of time.
I remember the accident that stole the lives of my friends and family. I remember the resulting relentless devastation that eventually triggered my transformation contract. While my grief has faded a little, it's still there, but more manageable with every day that passes. It helps that my life here is completely different to the one I had previously. There are very few reminders of my loss, which allows me to process far more gradually than was possible back on Earth.
What still eludes me is the reason for my temporary loss of cognition, and my continuing loss of speech. Fortunately, H'Nue and M'Rin have become quite adept at interpreting my looks. I worry over my inability to talk, however I have a gut feeling that it has to do with whatever it is that I can't remember, so I mentally pick at that instead.
I begin to take more notice of my surroundings. M'Rin is clearly running a very luxurious and exclusive facility. The staff to hu ratio is very high, with our every need or desire quickly catered to, once a staff member becomes aware of it.
The ever-present staff are kind and thoughtful. They treat everyone as a valued individual, no matter their level of cognition.
I quickly find myself ignoring their nakedness, since it is the norm here on Bovaria and everyone acts accordingly.
I haven't quite worked out if the staff live at the facility, or just seem to be here all the time. I do know that M'Rin lives here, but being unable to ask questions means that I'm mostly reliant on what I can observe and what others talk about.
M'Rin. Now M'Rin is another matter entirely. His golden-brown pelt is distinctive and eye catching, and I wish I could say it's the reason my eye is so frequently drawn to him. I often find myself wondering if it's as silky as it looks, and wish I could remember it's texture from those couple of times I have been in contact with him. Unlike everyone else, I do notice his nakedness–particularly when he stands on two legs and his abdominals ripple in a twelve (or is it sixteen?) pack. There are some definite visual perks to the longer Bovarian torso. So yeah, I notice M'Rin's nakedness a lot, no matter how I try to convince myself not to. But it's not just his hard lines and overwhelmingly large genitalia–all the bulls and hubulls around here are built like that–I notice him a lot. He might be the boss, but he is in touch with every part of the facility. He knows every worker, and as far as I can tell, every hu. He always has a kind word to say, whether it is a simple greeting, gentle encouragement, or most often, unpretentious praise. He seems to be universally liked by hus and staff alike. Yeah, I notice him, even though I know I probably shouldn't. Nothing good will come from fixating on him, no matter how much extra time he seems to spend with me, because I finally start serving my purpose here, I'll be paired with whichever bull has paid for the privilege.
From what I can tell, each hu has their own apartment that they are welcome to come and go from when they aren't busy with the schedule that has become the framework of my days. The rooms are comfortable, and not at all cell-like. In addition to the fields outside, there are also communal areas inside that are designed to allow hucows to socialise. The hucows seem to be a friendly bunch, happy and good humoured. They do have very simple conversations, but don't include me, since I can't speak and they don't seem to pick up on anything but the most basic non-verbal communication. Not that they make me feel unwelcome; they just don't have the capacity to communicate with me.
I've observed that the other hucows seem to be around for a fortnight, then absent for another. I assume this has to do with their breeding cycles.
I don't see many hubulls, only the occasional one or two in an adjacent field. They are kept separate from the hucows, and that is definitely for the best. From what I have observed, hubulls get excited in the presence of us–particularly me–and I have a suspicion that we wouldn't be able to escape their attentions should we end up with no fences between us and them.
The service facilities are well designed, both comfortable and functional. The grooming room looks like a plush salon, and while the treatment and milking rooms are a bit more pared back, they are still inviting rather than sterile.
Most noticeable over this week, however, are the changes to my body. My nose is wider, as are my hips. My breasts are bigger and fuller, occupying the whole space between my arms, with my long nipples down by my elbows when I am kneeling on all fours–which is most of the time. I rarely get up onto my feet these days–although I suspect I would quick smart if a hubull got too near. I'm sure that I'm still faster that way.
My pubic hair is long gone, and a fine, short, silky pelt that matches my hair colour has grown over most of my exposed skin from my neck down, except for my breasts, genitalia, palms, knees and the soles of my feet.
And last and certainly not least, my genitals have changed. A lot. My anus has gotten more flexible–I can tell because the bulb on the damned tail has been progressively getting larger, but fortunately my sphincter is still nice and tight when the tail isn't in. My vagina has also gotten larger, which is definitely for the best, given how well endowed every male seems to be here on Bovaria. My pussy lips have gotten very puffy, and I can feel that they jut out behind me. I'm grateful for the coverage the tail provides, although there's no way I would admit that to H'Nue, even if I could talk.
I'd feel self conscious about these changes if it weren't for the fact that I now fit in with every other female here–both Bovarian and hu–and that H'Nue and M'Rin praise my body changes regularly. I try not to dwell on how M'Rin's praise makes me feel.
I've now been here for about four weeks, as far as I can figure. The first two or so weeks are still very shadowy, which frustrates me. There is something important there.
Recently H'Nue and M'Rin have been watching me very closely. They've been trying to be subtle, but they are large males, and it's noticeable when suddenly either one or the other of them is always around. I figure it must have something to do with whatever stage my transformation is in.
I lazily watch the changing of the guard. H'Nue heads back inside, having completed an atypically thorough inspection of every hucow in the field, and M'Rin strolls out towards me. The usual mix of affection and lust surges through me as I track his movements. He stops to greet the other hucows on his way, but never deviates very far from his path.
When he arrives he touches his nose to mine. The gesture is now familiar and feels natural. I meet him halfway, to his obvious pleasure, then slide my nose next to his and nuzzle our cheeks together, following my instincts for once. Usually I feel compelled to fight them tooth and nail.
M'Rin lets out a pleased rumble and nuzzles right on back, making my heart skip a beat.
Following that wordless urging again, I duck my head under his neck and walk across in front of him, arching my back up to meet his throat and pausing when my rump is directly below his neck.
He twists his head slightly and drops his chin, nudging my tail out of the way so that his wide nose is pressed directly into the pillow of my pussy lips. He takes a deep breath in, then exhales with a staccato rumble. I'm still processing the unexpected surge of satisfaction his reaction elicits, when I feel his wide, textured tongue give me a long, slow lick, right along my slit.
I squeal and spin with a mixture of surprise, arousal, and playfulness. It's confusing.
M'Rin chuckles, contentment and satisfaction saturating his warm brown gaze, and takes a step towards me.
I catch sight of his rapidly lengthening cock and dance away, feeling more than a bit intimidated.
“You're safe with me,” he says. “Come, stand next to me and enjoy the sun.”
That, I am more than happy to do. I meet him halfway, pressing my side against his, and leaning my head against his shoulder.
I doze contentedly as the sun bathes us with its delicious warmth, enjoying M'Rin's welcome presence at my side.
There is a change in the routine the next day, and I don't like it. It makes me uneasy, but I can't quite pinpoint why.
A female is waiting when H'Nue accompanies me into the milking room. She feels familiar for a number of reasons, few of them good.
“Carmen, this is M'Rinna, you've met her before. She is M'Rin's twin, and second in command here at Resbis.”
I glance at her, but immediately regret the action, as it shows that I understood the introduction. I'm not sure why I have the impulse to conceal the extent of my cognition from her.
“M'Rinna, Carmen is progressing wonderfully. Her transformation is almost complete. We are just waiting for her season, which we are expecting any day now.” That explains the hovering. Obviously, they want to catch me as soon as I start so that they can quickly separate me off with whichever bull has secured my first season. It's hard not to feel intimidated and objectified by the thought, despite the fact it is exactly what I knowingly signed up for. I just hadn't expected to be cognisant of it.
“Good.” Her voice is much colder than M'Rin's and immediately raises the hair on the back of my neck and spine.
H'Nue obviously notices my reaction, as he smooths a hand down my back.
“And you've been following the regime I set out?” I don't know if she's aiming for casual, but in my opinion, she misses it by a long shot.
“Of course, and it seems to have done wonders.” On the surface H'Nue's voice seems normal enough, but there's an edge to it that I haven't heard before. Perhaps he doesn't like M'Rinna questioning his competence?
“Excellent. I've made up her food for you, so I'll let you get on with it.”
“Thanks, M'Rinna,” H'Nue replies with apparent casualness as M'Rinna leaves the room.
“Come on Carmen, let's get you set up.” He waits for me to walk into the stall, then starts securing me. My tethered harness is less about restraint these days and more about enabling me to relax after the orgasms, the side effect of which is maximum milk extraction.
I start on my breakfast, and it tastes different. Different from recently, but somehow familiar to before. To the time of shadows. I pause, disconcerted by something I don't remember.
H'Nue glances at my bowl, but only says, “You'll want to get out to the pasture early today. It's forecast to rain later.”
Relying on the fact he doesn't seem to notice anything amiss, I eat while H'Nue hooks up the milking machine then reads the daily newspaper out loud to me. I've been slowly learning more about my new world this way.
Milking takes a while now, and I enjoy the tug and pull on my nipples, even as the cups massage me. The process never fails to arouse me, and that pleasure climbs as the machine gradually eases the pressure in my breasts and milk flows down the collection tubes.
My breakfast is long gone by the time H'Nue picks up the dosing syringe from where M'Rinna left it on a tray and moves around behind me. He doses me and brings me to orgasm like usual, but I'm feeling increasingly detached as he walks with me to the grooming room.
Grooming passes in a haze, and I barely twitch when he inserts my tail. I see him give me a concerned glance as I amble out into the sun, but I can't muster any interest in why he would be worried.
H'Nue watches on from afar all morning, and I have the vague feeling that I'd expected to see someone else, but the thought passes before I can latch onto it.
It starts to rain just before lunch, so I amble back inside and head straight to my food bowl. All morning my stomach has been getting progressively more upset, and I dully hope that lunch might help.
It doesn't, so I leave it half-finished and wander out of the dining room. H'Nue shadows me, an increasingly worried look on his face. He stops me to give me my midday transformation injection, but I hardly notice and wander off again when he is done.
In my room, I stand at the window and watch the rain outside, lamenting that I won't be able to go out again today. I doze fitfully until my gut revolts and I vomit up everything left in my stomach. Even when it's empty, my body tries to eject more.
H'Nue appears quickly and offers me water, which I gratefully drink down. After a thorough examination, he pets and pampers me, talking all the while. I let his voice become background noise and sink into a stupor.
My mind clears a little during my afternoon regime of milking, dosing, and orgasms, although I still feel wretched.
It's not until the pre-dinner grooming that I'm able to rouse enough to start thinking again. Thinking and remembering. Some memory shadows lift.
I'd seen M'Rinna in my early days here. She'd apologised to me, and said that it was a shame, but they'd all have to make the best of it. When it was time, she'd coerce M'Rin into breeding with me, and then the whole sorry mess would be history.
As each memory drops into my mind like poisoned wine into water, I become increasingly tense until enough has returned to make sense of what's happened to me today.
M'Rinna must have tampered with my food and who knows what else, adding some sort of soporific. I'm sure she did something to me before too, something I still can't remember, and she doesn't want me to be able to tell anyone about it. I can't trust her, or anything that she's able to tamper with. And given how much food and treatment preparation occurs behind the scenes, that means that everything is suspect.
I refuse to eat dinner that night.