5 years, 5 years since Ashley had been taken, her body warped and twisted via a cocktail of drugs and genome splicing, her hips forcefully raised as to make her walk on all fours, her breasts swelling to an unwieldy size if she still had the capability to stand, horns sprouting from her head alongside a furred tail. 5 years since her hands and feet were put into these cow print gloves, melded to her skin so she could no longer use her hands, 5 years since her brain was dumbed and she lost the ability to speak, her tongue cut as she was bred... and she had never been happier. She now stood in the factory line, two pumps attached to her breasts as her hips, supported by a padded iron bar, shook in pleasure from a vibrator assaulted her insides. A worker walked by, his nametag a blur as he rubbed her slightly swollen belly with another calf inside as she mooed in idle conversation to her friends, having long since learned the language that they all spoke.
5 years ago, Ashley had been a salary woman, a district manager for a chain restaurant in her home state, no horns, no milk, no calves, just... normalcy. Of course, every day had its own challenges, and this day was like any other, someone had crashed into a store and she had spent all day cleaning and working with the police as she was set to visit that store on that day. So as she finally arrived home, a quarter till midnight, the first thing she did was take a day off on her company app, grab a beer, and start a shower. Stripping, she'd play some music, texting friends as she sat on the bath, the shower rushing in the background as she'd down her beer, getting in the shower after but a minute. She'd take her time, posing, flashing her engagement ring in the fogged shower mirror, lathering herself up as she remained blissfully unaware of the canisters under the drain, the cameras leering at her... it was only when she grabbed her razor, her body leaned over as to shave her legs, that it activated.

Gas shot up from the vents, blasting her in the face and assaulting her senses, her eyes watering as she coughed, stumbling from the shower before she collapsed, smacking her head on the sink. She'd soon be surrounded by strangers dressed in all black, a hole punched in one earlobe as a tag saying "C-30014" would be placed there, another pair of hands attaching a shock collar with a heavy bell on it to her neck as two more pairs put steel rings through new piercings in her clit and nose. Another body was then brought in, Ashleys being loaded up into a body bag, as the place was doused in gasoline and set ablaze. She'd be taken without any issue, her person declared dead, as she was driven seven miles from her home, asleep the entire time. Now, down below a factory two miles long, she was experimented on, kept comatose in a locked room, doctors attending to her, day in and day out, for close to four months, a full team tending to the new cows every need as her body was warped and made suitable for factory life... now though, she was awake, but a moment having had passed in her mind, alone, afraid, in a dark room on a beanbag bed... what shall happen to her now?

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Hey all! Not going to ask for much, just that you're able to write to a decent degree (around 2 paragraphs), that you're able to use mostly correct grammar, and that you're freaky as hell. This RP gets weird, and I am wanting people who can match my freak in that regard. If you think you can then come on in! If you don't know if you can but are willing to try then come in as well!

I mainly RP on Discord (heavily preferred) or via messages, chats will be ignored. My Discord is genderframe.