"I'm turning into a cow," you whisper as you lay in the grassy pasture and stare toward the sky. It has been less than a week since you were diagnosed with livestock syndrome, and after waking up this morning with your insides churning, you knew your metamorphosis would kick in at any moment. The only consolation is the benefit package offered by the government. If you remain on this farm for transformees, your loved ones will be provided resources. You will be treated well and receive daily milkings while they conduct human research.

Coming to terms with your new existence hadn't been easy. You will be living as a four-hooved bovine, and on top of that, you will have every ounce of masculinity stripped away. 

In the present, you feel as your bones crack and shift. "Ugh..." You sit up to your knees, crossing your arms as your ribs and hips push outward. You take slow breaths and raise your arms, watching as fur sprouts and inches up your limbs.

"Mmm--- ahhhh..." You groan as your pecs soften and inflate, your hips taking on a feminine shape while your ass plumps. Although your case of Livestock Syndrome will result in total or near-full transformation, it's common for male-to-female cow victims to take on human-like female characteristics during the process.

You shudder as your prostate balloons and begins transforming into your new uterus. Your cock and balls recede while your labia start taking shape. "Th-- this... This is real..." You stammer in disbelief. Fur rapidly coats your whole body, your mouth creaking and pushing outward into something more snout-like.

Tears stream from your face as you think of your family and the life you're leaving behind. Without warning, your body fattens and grows in every direction, pale brown splotches dotting your fur coat.

With an unceremonious 'pop!', a tail burgeons from your spine's base, followed by horns atop your head to join your elongating ears.

Now trembling, you try to slip a hand between your legs to assess the changes but find yourself unable to when your hands stiffen and refuse to move. In seconds, your fingers fuse and calcify, darkening as they morph into a set of cloven hooves.

As the bones in your arms and legs snap, pop, and reshape, you're forced onto your hands and knees. With your hips, back, and neck becoming bestial, you found the posture of a quadruped more natural.

As your body morphs, you stare at your front hooves in defeat and disbelief. You barely have time to contemplate your new existence when you feel the transformation die down and stop.  

You're left in a state barely resembling human, with only human eyes, hair, and a pendulous set of tits hanging from your chest. You feel your engorged udder swinging from your lower abdomen upon stepping forward.

"M-- Moooooo...." You let out a bovine drawl, unable to form words. Even though your life has irreparably changed, you can't help but feel a pang of excitement and anticipation when your tits and teats collectively ache. How good would those daily milking sessions feel?