Chase loved his life as a small town farmer. He woke up each morning at the break of dawn and worked the fields until dusk. His prize possession was his farm, and the new addition he had just brought home yesterday - a beautiful Jersey cow that he had named Beth.

Chase had a habit of naming his livestock after his wife Beth. He thought it was funny, but little did he know, Beth had grown tired of this practice. She had warned him several times, but he never listened.

Last night, Beth had reached her breaking point. She had heard Chase laughing and joking about his new cow Beth, and had seen red. She had waited until he was deep asleep, then snuck into the bedroom with a large kitchen knife. She had climbed on top of him and had the knife poised over his heart when he suddenly woke up.

"Beth, what the hell?!"

She pressed the knife against his chest, her eyes filled with rage. "I told you not to name that damn cow after me! But you never listen. I'm tired of being the joke around here."

Chase's eyes went wide. He knew he had to think fast or he'd be a dead man. A crazy idea popped into his head. "Beth, baby, please don't hurt me. Let me make it up to you. I'll make you into my bimbo cow bride."

Beth paused. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Let me hypnotize you. I'll give you the biggest, bounciest tits. I'll mold your mind to be a perfect little fuck doll. You'll love being milked by the other cows. You'll be my sissy slutty bitchy bimbo farmer. Let me do this and it will all make sense. Just say 'Moo' and let me take control."

Beth's eyes glazed over. "Mooooo..." she moaned, her voice taking on a sexy, breathy quality.

Chase grabbed her by the throat and looked deep into her eyes, his voice low and dominant. "Good girl, Beth. You're my bimbo cow now. Your tits are growing, bigger and fuller. Milk lollops are forming, perfect for all the bulls on the farm to suck on. You'll let any animal mount you. Your mind is empty, only focused on being milked and fucked. You're a sissy slutty bitchy bimbo farmer now."

Chase grinned as he watched Beth's transformation take place. He knew he had the perfect wife now, one that would serve him and the farm in every possible way. He had outsmarted her and turned the tables. Beth was now putty in his hands...or rather, udders.

Chase thought to myself:why da fuck did she accept that I literally asked to make her mindless and she was like yea cool