♡Mtf dumb Bimbo Slut♡

I love this before and after comparison.

In the first picture she is beautiful, she looks pure, innocent.

In the second one she is enhanced, she reached perfection. She achieved perfect bimboness, but in the process she lost her pure and innocent appearance.

i need to shut my brain off and just be a good girl 24/7

i get so in my own head sometimes i just wish it would pop 💥

i want to be dumb & ignorant to my surroundings so i can focus on my goal of being the hotter better version of myself

It takes a few days to process my transfer to a farm. My body is weighed and measured, tests are run, and hormone shots are delivered, until I’m declared fit for use. Grade A fuckcow.

When I’m finally led out of the Institute by an E, I stop short as I see the vehicle that has come to pick me up and deliver me to the farm. A large, heavy duty truck hooked in front of a wide platform on wheels. While the top is covered, the sides are fenced so it’s possible to see the entire platform from the outside. A cattle trailer.

A man jumps out of the truck and strolls to the back of the trailer, nodding a greeting at the E. “About time we got a new batch,” he drawls, a country twang in his voice. He reaches up to let down the trailer gate, making a ramp to the fenced platform.

He finally looks at me and chuckles. “Yer gonna need to take those clothes off, Bessie, cows ain’t wearing no clothes at the farm.” It takes me a second to realize that “Bessie” means me. I look at the E for confirmation. She nods sharply. I take a breath and unwrap the flimsy hospital gown I’ve been wearing the last few days, suddenly feeling very exposed as I stand naked in the open.

The farmer smirks. “Last piece of clothing you’ll ever wear, cow. You’ll get used to it in no time.” I blush deeply and look down, fighting the impulse to cover myself with my hands.

“Now now, ain’t got time for all that. Git up in the trailer while we wait for the others,” he says brusquely. I start to obey, walking toward the trailer, until I hear the man cluck in disapproval.

“Whatcha walking on two legs for, ya look ridiculous,” he grins. His voice is playful but there’s a sharp edge to it that makes me shudder.

Hesitantly, I lower myself to the ground until I’m on my hands and knees. If I felt exposed before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. My bare breasts—udders—dangle below me, swaying slightly. My bare ass is out for anyone to see. In fact, the traffic in and out of the Institute seems to have picked up and I can hear a number of hoots and whistles that I suppose must be for me. My body tenses with adrenaline.

“Git on up here now, Bessie,” the man urges, waving his arm as if shooing me. I really am just an animal to him. Cattle for transport. My limbs are shaking as I crawl up the ramp onto the trailer. I think it’s from fear but I can also feel some tingling in my pussy—cow cunt—from the feeling of being naked and exposed like this.

I wait in the trailer for about a half hour, watching people walk by, some glancing at me kneeling naked in a cattle trailer and grinning knowingly. More girls (cows) filter into the trailer, all of them looking uncomfortable and awkward as they peel off their last human clothing and crawl up the ramp. I learn quickly that the man calls all of us Bessie, a generic placeholder name for the new cow batch.

When we’re all loaded, the man slams the trailer shut and we are on our way. No one talks. It feels like we aren’t supposed to. Instead we struggle to keep our balance as the truck jolts along, each of us getting thrown on our sides several times until we just stay laying down.

Once we get to the farm, there’s a blur of activity as we are unloaded, scrubbed, and sprayed with some kind of hair removing foam that leaves our bodies pink and smooth. We’re herded, literally, into a barn with stalls lining the walls and a large open space in the middle. There’s some kind of metal device there, with a number of straps and other attachments that I can only imagine the use for.

Apparently the farm likes to introduce new cattle by showing us a breeding. I’d seen one on tape, of course, as part of our school curricula, but it feels very different to watch one live, kneeling naked on the ground.

Some men lead another cow from one of the stalls, barely older than the rest of us. It seems like this is her first breeding, since I don’t see stretch marks on her slim belly. She glances around nervously and her face turns red as she sees the rest of us lined up and watching her.

The men belt her into the metal device efficiently. She’s still in a kneeling position but is now propped face down on a platform off the ground, so her limbs drape to either side. Her hands are fastened together underneath the platform while her legs are strapped out to the side, exposing the hole between her legs. Her udders hang off the other edge of the platform while her head is secured in a padded head vice. The men attach some silicone cups with tubes over her udders, which promptly begin squeezing her fat tits rhythmically. She is completely exposed and belted into place, unable to move.

The rest of us watch with trepidation as an enormous man emerges from the rest of the farmers and starts unbuckling his belt. The A who led us into the barn taps her notepad to get our attention. Aunties are older females who have aged out of their work roles and mainly support the education of younger sluts. This Auntie clears her throat and we all look up at her.

“As you know, this is a breeding station,” she says, gesturing at the metal device with her pen. “It’s designed to maximize the chances of successfully breeding a cow by restraining movement. This allows the semen to collect near the cervix and begin the incubation process.”

As she’s talking, the large man takes his place between the spread legs of the female, his jeans around his ankles. His cock is obscenely large, almost disproportionate even on his huge frame. He positions the shaft at the entrance of the cow’s cunt.

“Bulls are selected for their virility,” the A explains. “Mr. Tanner here works on the farm and has breeding privileges. He’s sired dozens of offspring.”

Mr. Tanner turns and winks at those of us on the ground, as if to say it will be our turn soon. I gulp nervously. He turns back to the cow in front of him and shoves his cock inside her hard, promptly a loud moan.

The A clicks disapprovingly. “Buttercup here is fairly new,” she sniffs. “She hasn’t adapted to her new role yet. Cows *only moo,* Buttercup.” This last sentence is louder and clearly directed at the cow in the breeding station.

I can only see part of the cow’s face because of the head vice, but even from where I am, I can see she’s completely flushed. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to be strapped in and helpless while a crowd of people watches you get knocked up. Although I guess I will know soon…

Buttercup’s breeding is efficient. The bull slams his cock into her again and again. She squeals and gasps from the sensation, hesitantly turning each noise into a reluctant moo. But as the bull’s pace quickens, she seems to lose herself in the raw, unbridled fucking. Soon she is lowing loudly with every thrust, until the sound echoes around the large space.

Some men watching have their cocks out now as they watch the breeding. I feel hypnotized watching their hands stroke their shafts, noting how strong and masculine their genitals look compared to the soft wet meat between my thighs. I can feel it dripping now as I watch the men jerk off, hearing the cow get railed mercilessly.

This is my life, I realize suddenly. My days will be spent crawling in the pens or in a pasture, feeling my belly grow beneath me, waiting for my next breeding session. My cunt starts twitching with mixed shame and anticipation just as the cow cums loudly, mooing with gusto as her body shakes violently in its shackles.

“Cows are allowed to cum during breeding,” the A reminds us. More than a few girls are clenching their legs together like I am, probably trying to hide their wetness. “It helps ensure the sperm reaches the egg. Outside of breeding, it is strictly forbidden. This is for your own good, so you will learn how to make your cow cunt spasm when it is being seeded.”

As if on cue, the bull lets out a loud grunt and buries his cock to the hilt inside the cow. I can just imagine the ropes of cum coating the inside of her cow cunt, knocking her up. My own pussy aches in sympathy and I have the wild urge to rub it against something. The other girls look like they’re squirming too.