When I woke up, wedged between two stocky white cows, Ngana and Luba. Its owner was the chief, just like I thought I was. They called me Tampu, and I only thought: “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Silly cow, I promptly walked into the chief’s trap.” I had probably completely broken down the drug meanwhile, for I was back in full possession of my intellectual abilities. My whole body burned from the tattoos. However, on my scalp, where my beautiful blonde hair was once, it burned so badly that I cried out loud in pain. Ngana and Luba, my two companion cows, woke up and instilled Makala in me until the pain disappeared and it also passed with my waking mind. As soon as the pain went away, I was again a stupid-clank cattle that lived in the stable with its kind comrades. Naked as I was, unashamedly walking with the other critters on the wooden grate, emptying myself. After that, I got to eat my porridge and drink even more Makala. They brought me to the river to wash me. Mirroring myself in the water, I could look at my beautifications. At my large tattooed parts of my body, arms and legs. Except for two plate-sized areas reaching from the crown of the head to the ears, I was bald on my head. They tattooed my new bald spots, like my face everywhere, with small, different geometric patterns. I was a new branded cow. I noted all this with the same interest. Then they gave me another big jug of Makala to drink and we went to the medicine man. In his hut I knelt before him, he painted something on my face and I fainted. When I woke up, I wore my yoke, my lip plate, which marked me as the chieftain’s possession and the once beautiful blonde hairs of mine were now golden, wide horns of a cow pointing downwards. Now I was a Kaoli heifer. I had already gained a lot of weight on my breasts and hips. Nothing compared to an adult Kaoli cow. I crawled on all fours to the medicine man; I licked in his asshole till it shone pink and clean. With the same passion, I turned to his well-filled balls. His penis had grown to its full glory during my loving surrender. It was huge! I circumnavigated his penis with my tongue, which felt somehow thicker and longer. I needed three attempts to get it in my mouth with no tearing in my lips. My jaw skin stretched and my upper and lower jaw shifted to give more room to my changed tongue and his penis. I sensed him coming, and he squeezed his dick deep into my throat while it exploded. An enormous amount of his sperm poured into my stomach. The rest splashed out of my nostrils and the corners of my mouth. But now I could glide over my face like a cow with my newly long tongue to capture even the smallest drop of his delicious sperm. Licking his cock and balls clean was my dessert, to which I devoted all my delight and in the meantime, he could recharge himself. Then he kicked me, so I turned my ass to him. I greedily stretched my ass towards him and he rammed his bolt through the anus in my intestine. The pain when he pierced my virgin ass made me breathless. However, it soon subsided, for I sensed how I was widening around below, my female genitals and my pelvis pushing further behind me just like a cow. My only piece of clothing, the loincloth was now just decoration, because everyone who saw me from behind saw everything and I was now permanently with my two holes from behind comfortable and pleasant for my holder to mount. After thorough washing in the river, on our way back to our cowshed we passed a jeep in with four heavily armed uniforms, while a fifth one talked to the chief. They seemed to argue. The chief then pointed at me and the uniformed man grabbed me by my yoke and pulled me onto the loading area of the jeep and tied me down there like cattle. We were on our way.
They threw me into a dirty, dark prison cell in Kitgum. There I sat until the evening and then my worst nightmare began. Every one of my modifications began to hurt terribly and my body underwent even more changes. I spent a night full of incredible agony. On the next morning, my pain had become a little bearable and slowly my mind started again. At first, I sat down on the prison flatbed as I had spent the whole night on the dirty floor. That was uncomfortable because I was now sitting directly on my gender. Being a cow, now I could forget what furniture is good for. I knelt in the dirt again. One should know where one belongs, I thought and cried deeply humiliated. I had to summon up all my courage to touch my modifications. In its special kind, my yoke fascinated me. It was huge because it went beyond my shoulders. But therefore light as a feather and filigree, only massive at the neck and the edge. The way the medicine man got my head through that little hole seemed to me to be a mystery. With my hands, I could only reach my mouth and the tips of my new horns with bells hanging from them. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I lost my beautiful blonde hair. During the excitement, I began to breathe a little jerky and my lip plate jumped up and down. There was something that said inside me I could never remove it. In reply, a terrible pain went through my breasts and hips. It was almost unbearable, and I fell into a redemptive faint. As I woke up, Mayer, and the chief were standing in front of my cell. I was now just a little heap of misery winding in pain, more dead than alive. The chief said to Mayer:
"The heifer will not survive the next night. Either you give me back my property or it dies and your company pays me reasonable compensation." I only heard, wrapped in a mist of pain, but with an alert mind, 'heifer and compensation'. He talked about me like I was some kind of animal.
"Chief, I can't give it back to you. It belongs to itself," said Mayer. Fierce rage was visible in the chief's face, and he turned to walk. In my desperation, I mooted loudly like a cow, and he turned to me.
" When my heifer Tampu wants to return to her stable and be painless, then make another loud moo." The pain tormented me and devastated to the very foundations of my existence, deprived of my human dignity and ready for anything that could release me from these terrible tortures. There was a loud mooing from me, again and again, and between by I roared to exhaustion: "Please release your heifer from these pains. Let me be your cow, your cattle. Please, please, please!"
Mayer said: "I guess it's no good anymore! Security guard, return the chief's cow." He opened it and my owner grabbed me by the yoke and pulled me, like cattle, behind him. I was completely restored to my original state of mind. I was Lena Gutbroad and fully aware of my humiliating situation. A filthy rich associate of a few big companies and with an academic degree in economics was now my fate inevitable to end my days as a cow, as dull cattle.
"Chief, please, I will pay you any price if you turn me back and set me free." I tried my luck one last time. Arrogantly, I still believed I could loot his country to my advantage with impunity, just like my ancestors did. But he just laughed at me and said:
"Shut your mouth, you stupid cow!" And then my owner gave me a full pot of Makala. I would soon find the peace of a dull heifer again and develop without pain into a magnificent fat cow with udders bigger than my head and a wide, child-joyful pelvis and be happy cattle for my pastoralist.
He opened the trunk and threw me in.
Moo! Moo! Moo!