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“They said she’d be out here behind the barn. CHLO-O-O-EEEE! Where ARE you girl? CHLO-O-O-EEEE!”
“Wait! Is THAT her?”
“It’s GOT to be! I’d know that hair ANYWHERE!”
“I have to say, they DO keep it nice for her. Oh… LOOK! She’s sleeping in the SUN! Isn’t that just DARLING? It seems a shame to WAKE her!”
“Did she dig that trench she’s lying in HERSELF? Looks like she’s fitting right IN!”
“CHLO-O-O-EEEE! Wake UP, girl! It’s US!”
“WREEEEEEEEEEEET! Wonka wonk onka unk… “WREEEEEEEEEEEET!”
“Oh, LOOK! She KNOWS us! HI-I-I Chloe-e-e-e-!”
“WREEEEEEEEEEEET! WREEEEEEEEEEEET! WREEEEEEEEEEEET!”
How did I get here? What’s HAPPENED to me? Why can’t I SPEAK? Why did my “friends” leave me off at this weird farm laboratory in the middle of nowhere? What in God’s name did they DO to me here? It all started a couple of weeks ago, when they showed up at my door saying we were all going on a picnic in the country. Little did I suspect that this “picnic” would last the rest of my life!
“Where the hell ARE we!?”
“RELAX, Chloe! We told you we were taking you for a ride in the country. Just ENJOY it!”
“Enjoy WHAT? There’s nothing to SEE! Just barns and fields, barns and fields! I don’t think I’ve seen a regular HOUSE in the last HOUR! At this rate, we’ll NEVER have time for that picnic you promised. The SUN is going down. I’m STARVING!”
“Just be patient. When we get where we’re going, you’ll have MORE than enough to eat. We PROMISE!”
“SERIOUSLY, guys! What’s going ON?
“OK, Chloe. You might as well know. This is an INTERVENTION.”
“What do you MEAN, an intervention?”
“Sigh… Chloe… we think… well… I think… you’ve been spending WAY too much time on this BIMBOFICATION kick of yours.”
“Oh… come ON! It’s not THAT bad! And I can quit any time I feel like!”
“No, Chloe. It’s become an OBSESSION with you. And it’s not all your fault. All this quarantining and social distancing from COVID has made us ALL a little loopy. Just YOU more than MOST of us!”
“So WHAT? It’s my life! I can do whatever I want!”
“But we see that it’s HURTING you! All those PROSTHETICS and LIP enhancers… they can’t be HEALTHY! I think you are just spending too WAY much time on your computer and your phone looking at weird YouTube videos and creepy TikToks. You need a break from all those DEVICES… electronic and otherwise!”
“So what do you plan to DO with me?”
“There… there’s a doctor out here… runs a WORK farm. His name is Doctor… Moreau, I think. He takes people like you and puts them to work out in the fresh air. He says there’s nothing like digging in the good, clean EARTH to center someone, and remind them what’s REAL in life!”
“There can’t be any 5G coverage out here! How am I going to work my PHONE? My LAPTOP?”
“Oh, they don’t allow those devices there ANYWAY. And to hear the doctor tell it, after a few days you’ll have NO interest in them whatsoever. They’ll just seem like so much colored lights and jibber-jabber! Which pretty much sums up what they are ANYWAY!”
“Easy for YOU to say. You BOTH have been texting and giggling NONSTOP since we started. And what am I supposed to DO there, anyway? I’ve never been on a FARM in my LIFE!”
“According to the doc that’s what EVERYONE says, but in no time at all it will seem like you were BORN on a farm!”
“Well, I don’t like the sound of this one BIT! Stop the CAR! Let me OUT! I’ll take my chances HITCHING home!”
“SORR-EEEE! No can DO!”
“I SWEAR! I’ll open the door and BAIL!”
“I KNEW those child-proof locks would come in handy. It’s too late ANYWAY… here we ARE!”
“Well, HELLO! So this is our new subje… patien… inma… GUEST! Pleased to MEET you! I’m Doctor MOREAU! And I can already tell by SEEING you, you’ll fit in here just FINE!”
“So LONG, Chloe! We’ll be up to see you in a couple of weeks! We PROMISE!”
“Oh, you girls will hardly RECOGNIZE her then! This place works wonders on people. I guarantee, she’ll hardly recognize HERSELF!”
“NO! NO! NO! Don’t LEAVE me here! These… these FARM animals look CREEPY!”
“Come ON Chloe! You said yourself you’ve never been on a farm. How do YOU know they look creepy?”
“I KNOW they aren’t supposed to have EYES like that! HAIR like that! It’s like they’re… or they were… HUMAN!”
“Oh, that’s SILLY! I TOLD you you’ve been on your computer too much! Your imagination is running AWAY with you! A few days here and it’ll all seem natural. Good-B-YY-Y-Y-E!”
“NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O! Come BA-A-A-A-CK!”
“Now here’s a couple of my farmhands to help you get all settled IN! You’ll get to know them quite WELL! RIGHT, guys?”
“Oooooh, you BETCHA! We’re gonna be VERY close! I have a hunch you’ll be just our TYPE when the Doc’s finished with ya!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!”
And that’s how I came to be this way. DAMN! I never noticed how bad those bitches smelled before. My STY is like Chanel No. 5 compared to them!
“So CHLOE! It looks like this place AGREES with you! I SWEAR you never looked better!”
“And how are you keeping that eyeliner so fresh with just those front trotters of yours?”
“Snort wonka WUNK!”
“She says we TATTOOED it on during the… ahem… PROCEDURE, ladies.”
“Oh, DOCTOR! We didn’t SEE you there!”
“I do love my sow girls to look their very BEST! These guys working here never thought they’d be hairdressers to a bunch of HOGS, but it DOES help establish a bond of TRUST and GRATITUDE, I find!”
“Tee hee! We were just SAYING she never looked so good! It’s SO much of an IMPROVEMENT over that BIMBO look she was going for!”
“Oh, PLEASE! Those people make me SICK! But, speaking of LOOKS… you two ARE a couple of BUXOM girls, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… maybe. What’s your POINT?”
“Well, we have many OTHER positions open here. Have either of you ever considered a career in the DAIRY industry?”
“Are you KIDDING? We’re a couple of CITY girls, Doctor.”
“So was your friend Chloe. You’d never know it NOW, would you?”
“Wha… what are you GETTING at?”
“Oh, I think you both KNOW what I’m getting at! If I ever saw another two girls who were so obviously born to be COWS, I can’t remember WHEN!”
“Ohhhh… you’re FUNNY, Doctor. But… we REALLY have to be running along…”
“Yeah… we have a celebration party tonight. We were going to show everybody our selfies with the new Chloe… and… well… it was going to be really FUNNY…”
“Tell you what. You girls stay here a couple of weeks and I’ll send you friends a group portrait of the THREE of you. I GUARANTEE they’ll find it funny!”
And so, that’s how things shook out. Sandy and Andrea became two of the most PRODUCTIVE dairy cows this place has produced. And they LOVE their work. It seems the good Doctor thinks of everything to please his creations, and consulted with manufacturers of sex toys to design miking machines that give an experience so pleasurable that the cows trip OVER themselves to get to them at the end of the day. Me, I need no help in that regard. Between sex with the boars (HEAVENLY) and with the farmhands (they TRY) as well as the sensation of having six pairs of breasts suckled on by hungry piglets, I have no shortage of sensual experiences. I became so cooperative they rewarded me by putting a TV in my sty, but like they said, it just looks and sounds like a lot of colored lights and gibberish. Of course, it’s FOX, so that was true all along anyway. It took turning into a pig to make it clear to me.
“Wait! Is THAT her?”
“It’s GOT to be! I’d know that hair ANYWHERE!”
“I have to say, they DO keep it nice for her. Oh… LOOK! She’s sleeping in the SUN! Isn’t that just DARLING? It seems a shame to WAKE her!”
“Did she dig that trench she’s lying in HERSELF? Looks like she’s fitting right IN!”
“CHLO-O-O-EEEE! Wake UP, girl! It’s US!”
“WREEEEEEEEEEEET! Wonka wonk onka unk… “WREEEEEEEEEEEET!”
“Oh, LOOK! She KNOWS us! HI-I-I Chloe-e-e-e-!”
“WREEEEEEEEEEEET! WREEEEEEEEEEEET! WREEEEEEEEEEEET!”
How did I get here? What’s HAPPENED to me? Why can’t I SPEAK? Why did my “friends” leave me off at this weird farm laboratory in the middle of nowhere? What in God’s name did they DO to me here? It all started a couple of weeks ago, when they showed up at my door saying we were all going on a picnic in the country. Little did I suspect that this “picnic” would last the rest of my life!
“Where the hell ARE we!?”
“RELAX, Chloe! We told you we were taking you for a ride in the country. Just ENJOY it!”
“Enjoy WHAT? There’s nothing to SEE! Just barns and fields, barns and fields! I don’t think I’ve seen a regular HOUSE in the last HOUR! At this rate, we’ll NEVER have time for that picnic you promised. The SUN is going down. I’m STARVING!”
“Just be patient. When we get where we’re going, you’ll have MORE than enough to eat. We PROMISE!”
“SERIOUSLY, guys! What’s going ON?
“OK, Chloe. You might as well know. This is an INTERVENTION.”
“What do you MEAN, an intervention?”
“Sigh… Chloe… we think… well… I think… you’ve been spending WAY too much time on this BIMBOFICATION kick of yours.”
“Oh… come ON! It’s not THAT bad! And I can quit any time I feel like!”
“No, Chloe. It’s become an OBSESSION with you. And it’s not all your fault. All this quarantining and social distancing from COVID has made us ALL a little loopy. Just YOU more than MOST of us!”
“So WHAT? It’s my life! I can do whatever I want!”
“But we see that it’s HURTING you! All those PROSTHETICS and LIP enhancers… they can’t be HEALTHY! I think you are just spending too WAY much time on your computer and your phone looking at weird YouTube videos and creepy TikToks. You need a break from all those DEVICES… electronic and otherwise!”
“So what do you plan to DO with me?”
“There… there’s a doctor out here… runs a WORK farm. His name is Doctor… Moreau, I think. He takes people like you and puts them to work out in the fresh air. He says there’s nothing like digging in the good, clean EARTH to center someone, and remind them what’s REAL in life!”
“There can’t be any 5G coverage out here! How am I going to work my PHONE? My LAPTOP?”
“Oh, they don’t allow those devices there ANYWAY. And to hear the doctor tell it, after a few days you’ll have NO interest in them whatsoever. They’ll just seem like so much colored lights and jibber-jabber! Which pretty much sums up what they are ANYWAY!”
“Easy for YOU to say. You BOTH have been texting and giggling NONSTOP since we started. And what am I supposed to DO there, anyway? I’ve never been on a FARM in my LIFE!”
“According to the doc that’s what EVERYONE says, but in no time at all it will seem like you were BORN on a farm!”
“Well, I don’t like the sound of this one BIT! Stop the CAR! Let me OUT! I’ll take my chances HITCHING home!”
“SORR-EEEE! No can DO!”
“I SWEAR! I’ll open the door and BAIL!”
“I KNEW those child-proof locks would come in handy. It’s too late ANYWAY… here we ARE!”
“Well, HELLO! So this is our new subje… patien… inma… GUEST! Pleased to MEET you! I’m Doctor MOREAU! And I can already tell by SEEING you, you’ll fit in here just FINE!”
“So LONG, Chloe! We’ll be up to see you in a couple of weeks! We PROMISE!”
“Oh, you girls will hardly RECOGNIZE her then! This place works wonders on people. I guarantee, she’ll hardly recognize HERSELF!”
“NO! NO! NO! Don’t LEAVE me here! These… these FARM animals look CREEPY!”
“Come ON Chloe! You said yourself you’ve never been on a farm. How do YOU know they look creepy?”
“I KNOW they aren’t supposed to have EYES like that! HAIR like that! It’s like they’re… or they were… HUMAN!”
“Oh, that’s SILLY! I TOLD you you’ve been on your computer too much! Your imagination is running AWAY with you! A few days here and it’ll all seem natural. Good-B-YY-Y-Y-E!”
“NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O! Come BA-A-A-A-CK!”
“Now here’s a couple of my farmhands to help you get all settled IN! You’ll get to know them quite WELL! RIGHT, guys?”
“Oooooh, you BETCHA! We’re gonna be VERY close! I have a hunch you’ll be just our TYPE when the Doc’s finished with ya!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEECH!”
And that’s how I came to be this way. DAMN! I never noticed how bad those bitches smelled before. My STY is like Chanel No. 5 compared to them!
“So CHLOE! It looks like this place AGREES with you! I SWEAR you never looked better!”
“And how are you keeping that eyeliner so fresh with just those front trotters of yours?”
“Snort wonka WUNK!”
“She says we TATTOOED it on during the… ahem… PROCEDURE, ladies.”
“Oh, DOCTOR! We didn’t SEE you there!”
“I do love my sow girls to look their very BEST! These guys working here never thought they’d be hairdressers to a bunch of HOGS, but it DOES help establish a bond of TRUST and GRATITUDE, I find!”
“Tee hee! We were just SAYING she never looked so good! It’s SO much of an IMPROVEMENT over that BIMBO look she was going for!”
“Oh, PLEASE! Those people make me SICK! But, speaking of LOOKS… you two ARE a couple of BUXOM girls, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… maybe. What’s your POINT?”
“Well, we have many OTHER positions open here. Have either of you ever considered a career in the DAIRY industry?”
“Are you KIDDING? We’re a couple of CITY girls, Doctor.”
“So was your friend Chloe. You’d never know it NOW, would you?”
“Wha… what are you GETTING at?”
“Oh, I think you both KNOW what I’m getting at! If I ever saw another two girls who were so obviously born to be COWS, I can’t remember WHEN!”
“Ohhhh… you’re FUNNY, Doctor. But… we REALLY have to be running along…”
“Yeah… we have a celebration party tonight. We were going to show everybody our selfies with the new Chloe… and… well… it was going to be really FUNNY…”
“Tell you what. You girls stay here a couple of weeks and I’ll send you friends a group portrait of the THREE of you. I GUARANTEE they’ll find it funny!”
And so, that’s how things shook out. Sandy and Andrea became two of the most PRODUCTIVE dairy cows this place has produced. And they LOVE their work. It seems the good Doctor thinks of everything to please his creations, and consulted with manufacturers of sex toys to design miking machines that give an experience so pleasurable that the cows trip OVER themselves to get to them at the end of the day. Me, I need no help in that regard. Between sex with the boars (HEAVENLY) and with the farmhands (they TRY) as well as the sensation of having six pairs of breasts suckled on by hungry piglets, I have no shortage of sensual experiences. I became so cooperative they rewarded me by putting a TV in my sty, but like they said, it just looks and sounds like a lot of colored lights and gibberish. Of course, it’s FOX, so that was true all along anyway. It took turning into a pig to make it clear to me.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Pig / Swine
Size 612 x 400px
File Size 2.48 MB
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