Ok god awful pun aside this is the starter.

Nail polish, why did she smell nail polish? That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black. It had been a calm day at work, nobody had annoyed her and she was home on time for the first time in what felt like actual years… fuck she had worked at that place for too long, she could stand to find a new job. Still, the spry Olivia made her way home as per usual, heated up some fast food from the day prior, grimacing at the toughness of the bread caused by the microwave, before slowly making her way to the shower. Something had felt off since she had walked in the door, a window left slightly ajar in her town house, the wine in the fridge tasting ever so slightly off, small stuff like that… but she tried to not pay it any mind. It was only after she had lathered herself in soap and had begun humming along to some tune that everything went wrong. She heard the door open and before she had a chance to react, a cloth was wrapped around her face and she was thrown into a deep and dreamless slumber, the lingering smell of what she now recognized as liquid chloroform permeating her nostrils.

When she next woke up she could feel the rumbling of car wheels beneath her, her body tied and her head covered. She tried to scream but all that got her was a kick in the head.

Her next coherent memory was of pain, something was jabbed into her breasts, her veins, everywhere… it hurt… what was going on? Next was what felt like months of agonizing pain, her legs felt sore, something had been done to them, then her head ached and bled, horns forming on top. It felt awful and she hardly remembered it.

The next time she had a full memory was two weeks after her abduction. Waking, she groaned and clutched her forehead, she felt weird, her brain sluggish and her tongue fat in her mouth. She could still think and talk, it just felt like wading through molasses. Trying to stand, Olivia promptly face planted and groaned in agony, her horns impaling themselves into the bed. Wait… horns? What the- before Olivia could finish her thought a sound came over the loudspeaker, causing her to yelp, still unable to see much besides what was directly in front of her, her eyes having gotten weaker slightly as a result of her operations. “Welcome to HuDairy Inc! We understand that you are probably confused and angry, but please, try not to move too much. The changes to your body are still happening and stress isn’t good for it! We will have someone in shortly to help you with orientation!”

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Ok in case it isn’t painfully obvious this is a hucow prompt! I’m looking for my character to be abducted and transformed into something not quite human, that being a hucow. Horns, maybe a tail, all that jazz, before waking up to have her tendons cut so she can’t walk and has to crawl.

My main question for you is, who will you play? Some supervisor who watches over a wing of the factory and helps onboard and breed the new girls? The owner (please no it’s done to death)? A nurse? I’m up for whatever!

Only required kinks are breeding, pregnancy, free use, and lactation. Past that I’m up for whatever.