Jessie always had an interest in animals, so the prospect of making it her life's mission to work and care for them seemed like a dream come true. Of course, getting an application sent to her, instead of the other way around, was a cause for concern, but

Jessie did her research on this so-called "Taystie Farms, LLC". She read the reviews, heard the testimonies...all so glowing and enthusiastic. Try as she might, but she couldn't find a single dissenting opinion about the place, except maybe for the common complaint of "Never getting enough of it".

But what was it? That too seemed hard to define: Yes, as the name implied, Taystie Farms raised livestock for their meat, milk, leather and every other animal byproduct you can imagine. If it could be packaged, branded, and sold, you could buy it, local or online.

But it was more than that. Reviews seemed to imply they did tours, had horse riding, a public petting zoo, taught classes and offered training courses, held parties and events, ran extremely successful volunteer drives, hired entire families, boasted about retirement benefits, and even offered stock options to long-time employees who meet the criteria. 

And try as she might to feed her own skepticism, Jessie just ended up defeating all doubts. Not a day later, and she had filled out the application, glossing over the dense legalese that clouded much of it, signing her name, and altering her fate, in the process... 

It wasn't until the date of her first interview did Jessie start to suspect something was off. The titular Taystie Farms was actually an extension as the much larger and sprawling Taystie Park, and from what little she could glimpse as she was led through a Staff-Only loading dock told of a place both profane and debaucherous. A place of unrestrained sexual highs...and lows, far beyond any semblance of decency or restraint.

And yet, even if the knowledge of such a place made her skin crawl, Jessie couldn't deny there was some part of her that felt a certain calling, even if it was only a morbid curiosity of sorts, it was enough to get her through the gates and into the sparse and clean waiting room, this too a far cry from the rustic and homegrown ranch life she had in mind, the very ideal she was sold on...

She only had so much time to ponder her own thoughts before her name was called and she was directed to report to the floor of Factory 3A. No doubt alarm bells were ringing by the dozens, but Jessie figured she had come too far to turn back now. And after she followed the signs and stepped through the doorway marked A3, she couldn't have been any more right...

Past that point, titanic machinery that fills most of the immensity of the high-roofed warehouse roar to life and clicks into gear, automated grabber arms pivoting into position to restrain, strip bare, and deliver Jessie to the starting point for her conveyor-belt style conversion before she could so much as scream for help.

She had no idea (how could she?) by the application was basically just a clever ruse. Already, her signature was being notarized for a consent waiver she didn't even know she had agreed to, but she had, first by writing her name down and then by showing up to this very chamber. Before the unstoppable and irreversible process had even begun, Jessie was legally recategorized as the sole property of Taystie Farms, no longer even a person, devoid of all rights and freedoms, and as such, she was entered into the Farm's inventory manifest, not by her name, but as just a serial number, "#7221".

And once the paperwork was all squared away, the factory wasted no time remodeling and reprogramming Jessie into a more appropriate shape to better suit her new station in life. Organic flesh, skin, and bones were given a synthetic makeover, transforming her body to plastic and polymer, made gelatinous and elastic, yet durable and ageless.

Special care was given to each of her holes, front and back, and with no longer any need to eat, breathe, or even sleep, each shared a singular purpose, redesigned to be tight, textured, and flexible in order to service beasts many times her size and strength, doing it all day, and all night if need be, for many, many years to come...

So in that same vein, her form was strategically altered to appeal to this bullish clientele, whose simple wants and desires she was built to fulfill. A four-legged stance was what made the most sense ergonomically, while her enhanced breasts and faux-udders provide differing aesthetic value to users who prefer one or the other, and being doubly appreciated by those who adore both!

But the smaller details weren't ignored either: harmless rubber horns were fused to the sides of her head, ears stretched and folded until they extended out in a bovine's fashion. A thin tail was grafted to a backside that was otherwise still human in shape, her narrowed waist further highlighting the artificial blending of that original self, left clear yet forever coated in a veneer of colorful latex paint.

Speaking of paints, she was given a finishing coat meant to weatherize and preserve her body for the outdoor hardships that awaits, her hair turned to "hair" in looks only, it's shape and style permanently affixed. A light blue base with candy pink spots and highlights was chosen mainly for marketing purposes, her glossy, vinyl-like flesh making her new sex-doll nature front and center, along with big, round, pink-tinted eyes that needn't blink any longer.

And as keeping with Taystie's safety and liability protocols, while also limiting any loose ends and unneeded complications, Jessie's mind was treated to a complete and total brainwipe sequence. Done through a mixture of electrical cranium stimulation, hypnotic audio-visual overdosing, designer drugs and hormone saturation, with a solid dose of good-old traditional pleasure-pain conditioning/reinforcement, the results were almost always the same: Clean, quick, and with little to no residual baggage from the subject's past persona.

This was all considered well within the acceptable margins for loss and error, so once her mind registered as agreeably blank, a new prepackaged personality matrix was layered over the top: Mooing_Maggie.os as it was known. It would bestow upon the newly minted Cow-Toy her basic functions and roles, simple though they were, as her recently lowered and hard-clamped IQ keeps her behavior both tethered and docile.


But before Jessie can begin to fulfill her new purpose, she must first pass a slew of thorough product-stress trials meant to test her physical vigor and mental congruity, the results all needing to meet a resting baseline for several harsh cycles in a row, as failure now would mean she is a faulty product, and Taystie Farms does not suffer toys of substandard quality...

So once she was determined to meet all standards of quality, the newly minted Cow-Toy was finally christened by a golden-dyed logo pressed and printed permanently into her right flank, one shared by Taystie Park and all it's variously named and countlessly numbered subsidiaries, one that made it immediately obvious as to what exactly she was: A Taystie Farms Sex-Toy Stress Reliever, for use by animals, humans, and everyone in-between!

But coming straight off the assembly line, the curious Cow-Toy, designated, "Jessibell" alongside her serial number, was sent straight into a comfy, but windowless, holding container, before soon after, an automated hover-skiff sped her off to catalogued and stored inside some underground storage silo. There she would remain, for possibly weeks, months, or even years, until her "talents" were needed topside, likely for the bull paddocks to offset some pent-up male aggression.

However, until that day comes, don't worry!~ Jessibell would be content to wait, her rubber body built to last and her mind cleansed, free to dream of being put to use, listless, but convinced it would someday come. Luckily for her, she no longer has any concept of time or a perception of it. She would be left inside her box for an eternity and she'd still feel like her release was just around the corner, standing loyally in the dark as she awaits the dawn of her new life...

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This incredible art was done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flybeeth ! Thank you so much!~ ????❤️????❤️


And if you want to read and learn more about the wild and depraved world of Taystie Park, https://www.f-list.net/c/taystie%20park/ which is also where you can find my public RP chat room. Also feel free to join our Discord Server, which is based around the very same setting!~ It's a ton of fun!

 https://www.discord.gg/taystie

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