Can I hold onto the last shred of myself, or will I become what they want me to be—obedient, submissive, lost to the pleasure of being a hucow?
I never imagined my life would end up like this —taken to a place where my body is no longer my own. They call it a farm, but I know better. Here, I am nothing more than a tool, a vessel to be transformed and used for their purposes. The overseers are relentless, forcing me to drink their twisted potions, making my body crave the very things I want to resist.
Every day, I struggle against the heat they fill me with, the desire that grows stronger with each dose of the Fertility Draught. But the more I fight, the more my body betrays me, and the harder it becomes to remember who I used to be. Each breeding session, each time I’m strapped down, I feel myself slipping further away, my mind growing foggy, my resolve fading.
