Dairy Farm: Act II

Sharon at the Dairy Farm

Act II: The Farmer

Episode 39: One Month Later Pt. 1

A month passes on the farm.

Working with Hannah had been a long week on the farm. The surly rancher had never warmed up to Sharon, and besides the odd word or grunt needed to communicate during a joint task, the woman kept to herself. Well, not to herself exactly, Hannah spent time everyday with her horses, mostly riding the sedate Peanut or riding Caspain in the presence of Peanut to keep the skittish younger horse calm. Sharon could see that Hannah really loved her horses, which was such a contrast to how she treated the cows. Hannah was not exaggerating when she claimed to view the cows as cattle. She ignored them when they spoke, paid no attention to their interpersonal dynamics, and would give them a firm swat to the hindquarters when she wanted them to move. Sharon thought it was a bit mean, but more than that, she found the experience completely surreal. As if maybe the cows were simple animals and Sharon was a crazy person assigning human characteristics to literal cattle. She felt a bit gaslit. All of that said, Hannah was a diligent worker at key tasks: she was efficient but meticulous during milkings, she always put her back into the heavy tasks of feeding the cows, and she tackled any repair or cleaning task that she saw needed doing. Sharon could understand why an employer would keep her around.

The one task that Hannah simply refused to perform was bringing the cows to the bulls. As a result Sharon was spending a large swath of her day watching two cow-women get fucked by virile bull-men. Sharon felt like she was in a porn overload, that all of the sex was messing with her head. She found herself picturing the sexual expressions of the cows when she was speaking with them, thinking about the particular ways they threw their heads back, or shuddered, or mooed when they came. More worrying, Sharon was finding herself idly imagining the cattle fucking during the day, fantasizing about the different scenarios and the two bulls. Sharon really needed to get laid.

Another consequence of being the full time sex coordinator was that Sharon was spending a lot more time around Samson. Sharon was finding that Samson was a much more complicated bull than she had given him credit for. While he was still brash and rude, and never hesitated to make a crude pass at Sharon (something she was alarmed to admit she was finding kind of flattering), he was also a surprisingly careful lover. He was always wild and animalistic in his encounters with cows, but always in a controlled and careful way. While he fucked the most transformed cows like Bertha and Gertie with wild abandon, he made sure to hold back a bit with the newer cows. Every cow got a wild ride with Samson, but never more than they could handle. Sharon found her opinion of the bull had grown considerably and she was starting to see his appeal to the cows and Bessy.

Sharon was also spending more time with Angus. She still saw him nearly everyday when she delivered his bovine lover and watched him skillfully cater to her specific preferences. But Sharon was also making sure to see Angus outside that context. When she had time in her day she brought the bull books to read, which he plowed through at an impressive pace. Sharon had brought him a couple of her favourites and a few requests of his, mostly pulp detective stories and classics. On a whim she lent him a Carnara adventure and the novel about the sex cultists. He laughed both books off as jokes, but Sharon thought his laughter was too forced to be real for the cultist book. The milkmaid and bull shared a blush. They also talked, mostly about books. Angus was proving to be a smart and charming person and Sharon was genuinely enjoying his company. Which was starting to complicate her feelings towards the bull: she found it harder to objectify Angus and was starting to find her attraction extended to him as a person too. Her infatuation was growing into a problematic crush.

So it was with some relief that Sharon finally had her off-week. She was anxious to be away from the smothering presence of Hannah and to get some distance from the sexual escapades of the farm. And if, she was completely honest, she really needed a dose of normalcy from her mad new job.

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Episode 40: One Month Later Pt. 2

Sharon's off week was not as exciting as she had hoped. She had imagined she would spend the time off relaxing and visiting fancy restaurants and having glamorous one night stands. In reality she spent her time running errands. For one, she needed to move her stuff out of her old apartment, since her lease was nearly over and she had another place to live. This meant she needed to triage her belongings, divide out the things she could use at farm from the things she would put in storage from the things she didn't need to keep anymore. And then there was all of the hauling stuff around, fortunately Hannah had uncharacteristically leant Sharon her pickup meaning that Sharon could do the work herself with a bit of help from her former neighbours (who were keen to help for first crack at her discard pile). After dropping everything off Sharon had a few other errands to attend to. She made a trip to the bookstore to stock up on some favourites the library lacked, and she set aside a day for shopping. While the farm was casual about what milkmaids usually wore, Sharon realized she needed a more workwear oriented wardrobe. She bought heavier weight jeans, some work shirts, a pair of steel toed rubber boots, a pair of overalls, and thinking of Bessy, some waffle knit Henley shirts. She also bought a floppy sun hat. While she really liked the "got milk" ball cap, some days she needed something that provided a bit more shade. And then her week was over and it was back to the farm.

When she returned to the farm Dr. Daisy wasn't there. Apparently she had returned to her main lab in the city. Sharon was disappointed, she had really grown to like Daisy during the previous week. The be-uddered scientist was kind and smart and had a great sense of humor. Daisy was always ready with a snappy, off-the-cuff observation or quip and she routinely dropped an observational barb that had Sharon shaking with laughter. While Dr. Daisy worked long hours and was frequently unavailable, Sharon found the meals or evenings spent with the scientist to be the highlights of her week working with Hannah. Sharon hoped Daisy would be returning to the farm soon.

Sharon especially enjoyed watching silly films with Dr. Daisy. They had only found time for one more, Attack of The Hermpires III: Zoonotic Infection. In this film five sexy college friends attend a local zoo. Unbeknownst to them the infectious Hermpire Virus, a disease carried in sperm that transforms its victims into busty hermaphrodites, was loose in the zoo infecting workers and animals. In an early scene Bethany, one of the college friends, spots a strange white blog on the path, hears a bellow, and turns to see an escaped elephant barreling down on her. She turns to run, slips on the spunk, and falls giving the elephant a chance to ejaculate all over her. Bethany shrieks in pleasure and the other friends watch in horror as Bethany becomes an elephant Hermpire. Her skin becomes grey and her breasts expand substantially; she becomes taller and gains muscle and fat; she grows a ropey tail and wide, flat ears, tusks and a trunk; and finally she grows a huge, slightly floppy cock above her expanded pussy. Bethany trumpets in pleasure and comes, and then turns on her friends who scatter. Janet and Scott, a couple, veer off in one direction, while Brett and Kelly, friends with romantic tension, flee in another. Both pairs see park visitors being jumped and transformed, see hermpires blissfully fucking, and barely escape being infected themselves. Janet and Scott eventually hole up in a concession stand only to learn that they are trapped in the room with an infected kangaroo. Scott bravely tries to confront it, only to be swiftly beaten down with a kick. Dazed, and maybe crazed from proximity to the infection, Scott willingly submits to the kangaroo and sucks it's cock, becoming infected. Scott shrieks in joy as his body becomes curvy and feminine, growing four large breasts on his chest and a small udder which is quickly swathed in his new kangaroo pouch. He then grows a coating of fur, a tail, bouncey digitigrade legs, muzzle, and ears as he becomes kangaroo like. Scott shrieks again as he grows a new pussy and as his cock became larger, pink, and sheathed. Scott ejaculated as his change finished and looks at Janet. He pleads that he loves her, that he wants her to join him. Janet runs. Brett and Kelly meanwhile have been accosted by an alligator hermpire and chased by a herd of zebra hybrids. Along the way Brett must have gotten some cum on him since he starts to change. He grows small a cup breasts, his feet are now hooves, and his skin has taken on a telltale black and white stripe pattern. But he was keeping it together and was committed to seeing Kelly to safety. They nearly make it to the main entrance when Elephant-hermpire Bethany catches them. Brett throws himself at Bethany to give Kelly a chance to run, giving into his transformation and becoming a busty zebra-hermpires with massive hindquarters and a huge, black equine penis. Elephant-Bethany and Zebra-Brett have passionate, hermaphroditic sex, whinnying and trumpeting in ecstasy. Janet and Kelly bump into each other and decide to run toward another exit. Just as they are about to make it, Kelly slips on some cum and falls. Janet turns back to help her friend just in time to run into Kangaroo-Scott, who declares his undying love and again begs for her to stay and be with him forever. Janet looks at Scott, really looks at him and what he has become and declares that she loves him too. She pulls off her underwear and rolls up her skirt and presents her pussy to Scott. Scott doesn't waste time and soon rams his kangaroo cock into Janet, quickly coming inside her and starting her transformation into a multi breasted kangaroo hermpire. Kangaroo-Janet hops to her feet and uses her new penis to fuck her new mate in his cunt. Kelly runs away and makes it out of the zoo just as the authorities arrive to contain the outbreak. Kelly is loaded into an ambulance and driven away, scraped and bleeding....and changing. The spunk she slipped in must have exposed her and now she was growing grey fur, a black nose, a tail, extra breasts, and a bulge in the front of her jeans. The movie fades to black and a howl echoes in the distance. It was a hilarious and fun evening.

Another thing that changed while Sharon was away were some of the cows. It seemed that Daisy had scheduled two cow treatments for Sharon's off-week, probably because she wanted more experienced milkmaids to assist. Sharon found that she was dissappointed that she didn't get to witness the transformation, but she was very happy for the lucky cows.

One of the cows to change was Tulip, who when Sharon had left was a red-haired woman with two large breasts and a nipple covered pelvis that looked like the start of an udder. Her new treatment had caused her original breasts to expand a bit and her nipples to become more teat-like, while also causing her to grow two more nipples and small a-cup breasts on her torso. The treatment also caused her nascent udder to expand, looking like a pink, fleshy fanny pack with fingertip sized teats. Tulip also developed some cow features, growing the start of horns, cow ears, and a short tail and gaining the first traces of darker blotches in her skin. While Tulip may have been able to pass as human before, she was obviously a cow now.

The other cow to receiver a treatment was Honeybunn. Honeybunn, before the treatment, was already one of the more transformed cows in the herd possessing four large breasts, a substantial udder, and many cow features. She had a head and face that strongly resembled a cow, a body covered in black and white splotched fur, hooved feet and digitigrade legs and a long, ropey tail. She also had lost the ability to speak and could only moo like the cow she was. Her most recent transformation hadn't changed Honeybunn's appearance too substantially, but had radically changed her posture. Honeybunn was now an obligate quadruped, her back and neck altered so that she couldn't comfortably stand on her hind legs. Her arms had changed a bit more towards being forelegs, lengthening a little and her hands became a bit blunter and more hoof-like, but Honeybunn still had the posture and gait of a human performing a bear crawl. Sharon thought it looked a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but it seemed to suit Honeybunn perfectly and seemed to facilitate the grazing the cow was doing increasingly.

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Episode 41: One Month Later Pt. 3

Sharon was happy to see Bessy when she returned to the farm. Working with the bubbly milkmaid was just infectiously fun and Bessy was a very considerate friend and coworker. They quickly fell back into their routine of teamwork, divided labour, and spending the nights hanging out. While she was still uncomfortable with Bessy's extramarital and extracurricular bull fucking, Sharon had decided that the friendship of the milkmaid was worth ignoring some foibles for.

During one of their first latenight sessions Bessy told Sharon all about her week off with Tommy. Tommy had been surprised and a little uncomfortable once he saw that Bessy had transformed more, particularly when he saw her semi-bovine pussy and tail. Bessy smirked mischievously and reported that once she unleashed her enhanced breasts he had gotten over his hang ups and fucked her like a stud. Bessy was also happy to report that her altered vagina generated much better orgasms. Their original plan had been a short camping and fishing trip, but Bessy had convinced Tommy to stop for a night at an abandoned farmstead with a great old barn. Bessy talked Tommy into spending the night in the barn, and had him fuck her like the cow she is. The married couple then spent a few days of their vacation playing out Bessy's bovine fantasies: living in a barn, being milked by hand, and being fucked like an animal. She said it was the most romantic trip they'd had in years. 

Watching Bessy work post-transformation was interesting. For one, the milkmaid now had substantially more breast flesh, and it was impressive how smoothly she navigated the hindrance of her expanded tits. Sharon hardly noticed a dropoff in Bessy's productivity, which given how her own experience with prodigious breast expansion and loss of mobility, left Sharon quite impressed. More interesting though was watching the cows react to Bessy's enhancements. By the time Sharon had returned to the farm the herd had a week to acclimatize themselves to Bessy's altered body, but Sharon could still see signs. Bessy was popular with the cows, and it was plain to see that most of the herd was happy for her, if only because she was plainly pleased with her treatment. Cookie seemed particularly happy about Bessy's transformation, and whenever she saw Sharon noticed this, Cookie would wink at her and moo. That said, some of the cows seemed less pleased. Sunshine seemed to regard the transformation with haughty disdain and some of the new cows, especially Cornflower and Bella seemed a bit jealous that Bessy was further along than they were. Nettie, though, seemed to take the transformation the hardest, clearly hurt and angry that Bessy was changing and her own stupid body was resistant. Sharon felt sorry for the cow, but also was pretty unimpressed with her shitty attitude.

Sharon had also caught Bessy fucking Samson again during their week together. Now that she knew that there was an affair she was able to catch the milkmaid "going to check a thing" or "starting lunch early" a couple times a week. Once Sharon, just to confirm her suspicions, followed Bessy, and used her binoculars witnessed the milkmaid and bull fucking animalistically. It seemed that Bessy's changed vagina had made her more appealing to the bull, and durable enough for a proper rutting. So instead of the controlled game of their previous fuck, this time was a wild thrashing of bull cock into cowish cunt and bellowing orgasms. One curious thing Sharon did noticed about Bessy's affair was that when she fucked Samson she was naked except for a bright red neckerchief and that whenever she was likely sneaking off she was always wearing that article of clothing. Sharon had no idea why this would be, but she couldn't help making a note of it. All in all, Sharon had reason to suspect that Bessy had fucked Samson at least three times that week. She tried really, really hard to ignore it.

During this time Sharon had also worked on forging a relationship with Ella. As promised Ella would come find Sharon for a little while everyday to chat and hang out. Ella loved to have her hair braided and, since her grandfather owned a share of an unspecified major league sports franchise, she also loved getting sports updates. Sharon was soon looking up a number of sports scores for the cow everyday and whenever she got a newspaper, she made sure to bring the cow the sports section. Ella loved this, but admitted that she missed having better access to the sporting world. In return for Sharon's company Ella would gossip about the herd. She revealed that Cookie and Honeybunn were squabbling over something to do with Honeybunn's newly quadruped body and that Sunshine had been friendlier to Tulip since her last treatment. She also explained that Nettie had been getting extensive consultations with Dr. Daisy during Sharon's absence to try and come up with a better way of drive her alterations. Ella leaned in conspiratorially and revealed that the rumour was that Nettie had actually received a treatment, but that she had transformed so little that it was basically imperceptible and that maybe Nettie was stuck like how she was. Sharon thought that might explain a lot of that cow's behaviour if it were true, but she suspected the rumour might just be a cruel barb manufactured by Sunshine to torture poor Nettie. It still warranted further study though.

Sharon had also continued to try and deduce what had happened to her milkmaid predecessor. Daisy would only say that the milkmaid was forced by circumstances to quit suddenly, which was fortunate for Sharon since it made an opening. Bessy, no matter how tipsy she got, would only say that she left and if she was particularly drunk, that she missed her. Ella and Angus had both joined the farm shortly after the milkmaid had left, and neither really knew the details. Angus recounted how for a long time after he joined the farm the milkmaids worked two weeks on and one off and that Dr. Daisy had helped a lot on the farm and that there had been a couple temporary milkmaids that hadn't worked out before Sharon. This was news to Sharon, although it made sense that the farm wouldn't advertise that some workers freaked out. She wondered what that said about her that she was able to cope. Ella also didn't really know the details, but had heard that there was some sort of accident or scandal and that it supposedly had to do with the milkmaids treatment plan. Sharon had asked Sunshine about this, but the blonde cow just smiled knowingly and said that the old milkmaid's services were missed. Nettie had bristled when Sharon had asked her about it, and suggested that if she didn't watch out for Sunshine something bad might happen to her too. Hannah, though, provided the most interesting answer. When asked about it she spat with disgust and told Sharon that the unnamed milkmaid got what was coming for getting involved in the affairs of the cows and for fucking around with that mutagen nonsense. Sharon had originally thought that her previous milkmaid had quit because of a scandal, but the more she learned, the more she realized it was a genuine mystery. And Sharon loved mysteries.

Sharon had made limited progress into the mystery of the caretaker as well. Sharon had managed a few more sightings, but always of the caretaker wearing obscuring garments and at a distance. From these sightings Sharon was able to confirm the caretaker was at least 7 feet tall and definitely had some bovine traits including a tail and biggest horns Sharon had seen on a cow-person yet. Something like Texas longhorn sized horns. Sharon knew that to get more details she would have to engineer a close encounter with the caretaker to get a better look at her. Sharon had tried to breeze by the caretakers region of the farm on the golfcart a couple times to see if she could bump into them, but never had any luck. It seemed the caretaker was taking extreme measures of evasion. Which is why Sharon was so surprised when a bundle of firewood and a basket of cornbread muffins was left at the farmhouse with a card reading: "please enjoy, love the caretaker." The handwriting was large and strong, but also kind of girly. Bessy explained that the caretaker would sometimes bake for them and that her cornbread was "redonckulous". Sharon decided this might be her way into engineering contact and decided to bake something in exchange. Since Sharon was herself a poor baker, she recruited Bessy to bake a cherry pie which Sharon delivered at the caretakers mail box. A couple days later they received a thank you note and a tin of cookies in response. Sharon was pleased that communication channels were now opened.

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Episode 42: Princess Arrives

Sharon got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. There was Hannah wearing a dark blue dirndl dress with the bodice partially laced. "A little help," she grumbled. Sharon started the coffee maker first and then lurched over to Hannah and tightened and tied her dress closed. Sharon grunted what she hoped was a question about uniforms. Hannah looked like she wanted to spit, but then thought better of it because she was inside. "New cow is joining the herd today." She frowned as she tied on her Holstein print apron. "Don't see why we have to play dress up for the new pervert." Sharon grunted neutrally and poured a mug of the first spurts of fresh coffee. Hannah adjusted her skirts and shot Sharon a look. "Well, just don't stand there, getalong and get into your outfit."

Armed with coffee Sharon went and got her dark green dirndl out of her closet and pulled on the blouse, petticoats, and dress. She marched back downstairs and stood sipping her very nice single origin Bolivian brew while Hannah quickly and somewhat brutally cinched Sharon into her bodice. The pair kicked on boots cowboy and gum and raced out to the cows to get them milked and out of the way. Like last time the appearance of the milkmaid uniforms generated a buzz in the herd and started speculation about whether someone new was coming for a look or whether someone was actually going to join the herd. Savvy veteran cows recognized that since Sunshine wasn't racing off to do secret Sunshine things, that it probably wasn't a sales visit. After milking and a feed the cows were taken to one of the front corrals and they gathered along the fence to see what excitement the day would bring.

The milkmaids and herd didn't have to wait long, since it was still morning when a new black pickup truck pulling a small horse trailer pulled into the farm. Tauros climbed out of the driver side jacket wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and a corduroy blazer. Dr. Daisy climbed out of the passenger side wearing her icy, professional garb of severe business clothes, labcoat, and humourless glasses. Tauros, noticing all of the attention smiled and waved at the cows and milkmaids and announced in a clear voice that the herd would be getting a new member. 

He beckoned the milkmaids to the doors to the horse trailer and opened them. There, locked into a kind of standing support frame and safety harness was Princess. She was completely naked, her pale willowy frame on display. When clothed she had looked graceful and elegant, but nude she somehow looked somehow small, her long thin body fragile somehow. She was strapped in a bent over posture, the same as what the cows adopted when milking so her high, toned ass was in the air and the pink of her vaginal mound was on display. Her small breasts barely hung below her. Princess looked back over her shoulder, her eyes shyly peeking out of her long, wild black hair. 

Sharon and Hannah stepped forward and unstrapped Princess from the restraint. She straightened and gave the milkmaids a shy little smile of gratitude. Cautiously she stepped out of the trailer and glanced around. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, took in the farm and the nearby herd. Between her lithe body and timid posture, Princess looked deer-like. As if she were ready to bolt into graceful escape at the slightest sound. 

Tauros put his hand on her shoulder and she nearly kept off the ground. "Welcome to your new home."

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Episode 43: Bovine Legalities 

After this brief introduction was made, they brought Princess into the farmhouse's basement lab. They had put a collar and lead on Princess and tied her to an empty space in the lab where she stood anxiously waiting. She kept glancing around furtively at Tauros and the milkmaids, breathing in ragged little gasps. She looked, Sharon thought, like a virgin diving into a sexual encounter she wasn't quite ready for, but was determined to go through with. Sharon found herself rooting for the soon-to-be-cow.

Dr. Daisy busied herself preparing the examination room for the upcoming procedure. First she pulled on scrubs and a surgical gown, booties, hairnet, mask, and non-sterile nitrile gloves. She then pulled a scale, IV stand, and a multi-parameter monitoring device all of which she arranged around the examination table. Next Dr. Daisy pulled out three IV bags and hooked them up to a drip and tubing and hung them from the stand. Then the doctor arranged all of the sharps, tubing, swabs, disinfectant, syringes and other materials she needed for the procedure on a tray on the rolling table. It seemed like quite a production. 

Sharon recalled how basic the treatment was for Bessy and wondered how much of all of this was for show. She'd have to ask later.

Tauros, meanwhile, had opened a large briefcase and was setting out a series of documents on a lab bench. To Sharon's practiced, lawyerly eye they were clearly complex contracts. Hannah meanwhile had lead Princess over to the documents. Tauros explained that the contracts were the ones they had gone over with Mr. Silver, and that they were the final step for granting the various legal permissions to proceed. He instructed Princess to initial on the corner of each page and then sign on the final page of each contract. Sharon could see that Mr. Silver had already signed in his space. Princess signed the documents with a reckless urgency.

Tauros then called Sharon over, and asked her to witness the signatures. Sharon was surprised. Tauros grinned and explained that they were excited to have a lawyer on staff at the farm now. He also brandished a notary punch and asked if Sharon would be so kind as to notorize the documents too. Sharon smiled, it was actually kind of nice that she would get to use some of her legal skills afterall.

The first contract in the pile was a statement of intent to undergo the transformation procedure. It basically explained that Katrina Wistlebore, aka Princess, being of sound mind and free of coercion has decided to undergo a series of elective transformative procedures to become a "human cow". Included in the boilerplate was language describing the mutagen, the likely outcome (taking on physical bovine traits and accompanying mental changes), and indemnifying the farm and corporation from unforeseen side effects or buyers remorse. With this signed, the farm could legally proceed with the transformation. Sharon initialed and signed the contract, affixed a wax sticker, and stamped it.

The second contract detailed the disposition of Princess' money. Essentially the contract discussed how the fortune of Katrina Wistlebore would be managed in a trust by the Mackenzie Farm Corporation and invested for growth. The fund would be used by Princess to make payments to the corporations for additional treatments. The corporation would manage the fund to increase the available money for treatments, but also to make money for itself since the corporation would get to keep a substantial percentage of any dividends. This contract also had conditions for the situations when the corporation could draw from the fund in an emergency and clauses about the disposition of the fund in the event of the death of Princess. Since trusts could not be held in perpetuity, the document stipulated a lifespan of 99 years for the investment. Sharon saw the amount of money that Katrina Wistlebore was depositing and whistled, Princess was very wealthy. Sharon signed and stamped this document.

The next contract was a simple legal name change document that officially changed Katrina Wistlebore's name to Princess. Sharon quickly skimmed the document and signed and notarized it. Princess was now legally Princess.

The next document was a very thick contract that detailed the removal of Princess' human personhood. The contract stated that Princess was freely waiving many of her rights as a human including freedom of movement, self-ownership, access to the legal system and the right to a trial, the freedom of speech, freedom from imprisonment, and several others. She would still retain rights to humane treatment and protections form cruel and unusual punishment and a few other basic rights that were consistent with being a cow. In a very real sense this contract would make Princess no longer a human person in the eyes of the law, and would make her into livestock. An animal that as long as it was treated well could be owned and commanded. It was a shocking document. It was also very well written contract, Sharon could see the legal brilliance of Mr. Silver on display and could see why the lawyer would find the farm a fun client. Sharon did wonder how legal it ultimately was and whether it would survive a challenge in court. Although judging from the satisfaction and behaviour of the cows, she doubted that would be an issue. Sharon initialled, signed, and stamped the contract. Princess was now no longer a legal person. 

Finally there was one last contract that very much resembled a standard bill of sale for cattle. The contract detailed the complex legal entity Princess and sold her as livestock to the corporation Mackenzie Diary Farms Inc. for a pro forma amount of $1. The document discussed a few terms of the sale including that the sale was indefinite and non-transferable, meaning that the farm couldn't resale its cows to other farms, owners, or perverts which Sharon found a relief. The clauses of this the contract also contained conditions if the farm became insolvent where Princess would be returned to her former owner (herself, once legal personhood was reinstated), or that she would be donated to a new owner decided on by Princess (and assuming a number of other conditions were met). Sharon signed, initialled, and stamped this contract as well. Princess was now the property of the farm.

Angus, who was watching closely smiled his slick, professional smile and looked at a sheepish Princess. "Congratulations my dear, you are now a cow."

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Episode 44: Princess Transformed 

With the legal formalities dealt with, it was finally time to proceed with the treatment.

Dr. Daisy and Princess entered the small examination room. Dr. Daisy started by conducting a thorough physical of the new cow as a last minute check and to update her records so she could measure the effects of the mutagen. Princess was weighed, had her measurements taken, had her breathing and blood pressure checked, and finally was hooked up to the monitor which tracked her heart rate, EEG, brain activity, and blood oxygen levels. The room filled with the quiet but rapid beep of a racing heart. Dr. Daisy then installed a needle into the back of Princess' left hand which she hooked the IV living to. She opened one of the taps from a bag labelled "bovine support substrate". Princess sat on the table and fidgeted, breathing rapidly with nervousness and arousal.

Dr. Daisy then left the examination room and went to the locked fridge. She punched in her code and pulled out a septum sealed bottle of mutagen. She gave the bottle a little shake to mix its contents and then carefully charged a needle out of the bottle. Sharon could see the needle had 10 mL of the mutagen.

Dr. Daisy then cleaned the skin of Princess' upper arm and wrapped the area above it with rubber tubing to make her veins stand out. She looked Princess in the eyes and told her, "as you know, this is an irreversible procedure. Once I start the treatment the effects will be permanent. This is your final chance to back out. Do you want me to proceed?"

Princess bit her lip and blushed. She nodded tightly and almost whispered, "please, I want you to do it." Dr. Daisy nodded.

Dr. Daisy lifted the syringe, pushed the needle deftly into a vein, checked insertion, and then smoothly injected Princess with the mutagen. Princess moaned in anticipation.

For a couple minutes nothing happened. Princess remained a panting, flushed young woman sitting awkwardly on an examination table. Sharon looked her over, taking in her slender long legs, narrow torso, and small, high breasts which rose and fell with every rapid breath. Princess had a look of rapt attention and anticipation on her face. Sharon gave her an encouraging smile, hoping that the transformation went well for her.

Princess gasped suddenly, eyes going wide at an unfamiliar sensation. Her hands flicked up her head and she grunted in discomfort as two bumps appeared and broke through her skin, growing into a pair of three inch cows horns. She grabbed a horn and gasped in shock. Then she moaned and arched her back as her small, a cup breasts began to swell on her chest, quickly becoming b and then c and then heavy d cups that stood out proudly. She clutched and hefted her big new tits and moaned in joy. On her chest, immediately below her new breasts nipples appeared and the flesh underneath began to swell, eventually settling as b cup breasts that seemed to peak out from beneath her larger upper tits. Princess mewled happily. Next her nipples began to stretch and elongate, swelling into short three inch teats. She touched one and gasped at the sensation before yelping in sudden discomfort. She sat forward and from her tailbone grew a bump which blossomed and stretched into a full sized cow tail. Finally she flopped back and writhed on the table as the flesh of her pelvis turned pink, grew 1 inch little teats, and then swelled into a small purse sized udder. Princess mooed loudly and thrashed as she orgasmed on the table.

"Holy crap, she's sensitive!" Said a smiling Tauros while Dr. Daisy scrambled to change the IVs.

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Episode 45: Brand Recognition

Following her transformation Princess was kept under observation for nearly two hours. Princess had clearly transformed more than was anticipated. Dr. Daisy explained that the new cow clearly had a higher than normal sensitivity to the mutagen and, pride showing, that her tweaked transformation support IV seemed an improvement. Dr. Daisy wanted to keep her longer to extend the observation window to make sure the cow was okay and to give her a longer feed of after treatment IVs to replenish her energy stores. Everything appeared to be fine though.

When Dr. Daisy gave the all clear Princess climbed to her feet a newly minted cow. She smiled sheepishly. Where there had once been a willowy, tall young woman was now a much more curvaceous cow. Besides Princess' horns and tail she now sported two quite large breasts, two moderate breasts, and a cute little udder. She also apparently filled out, her hips widening and her thighs and ass becoming rounder and fuller. She wasn't zaftig by the standards of the farm, but she looked much more womanly and mature now. She flicked her tail and blushed at all of the attention.

Hannah, who had left during the treatment, returned now and informed everyone that the next step was ready. Sharon blinked, she didn't realize that there was more. Dr. Daisy, who had changed out of her surgical garb and back into her science drag, picked up a bulky medical bag and instructed Sharon to bring Princess along outside. Outside, apparently, to the farmhouse's firepit where Hannah had apparently started a cheerfully burning fire with plenty of hot coals. Sharon wondered what was going on...

Next to that fire was a metal frame, not unlike the standing restraint used to transport Princess in the horse trailer. Except, while that other harness was designed to hold a cow steady and prevent injury, this frame was clearly designed to immobilize. Hannah took Princess from Sharon and lead her to the frame and began strapping her in, leaving her cuffed at her hands, arms, waist, legs, and feet in a bent over position. Princess was held almost completely still. 

Dr. Daisy placed the medical bag on the ground next to the cow and began to pull out contents. First she cleaned the outside of Princess' right thigh with isopropanol. Then she prepared and charged a syringe with some sort of drug and injected the cow in the meat of her thigh in three different places. Princess hissed with each needle poke. Dr. Daisy then took out a topical gel and smeared it onto the cows thigh and spread it around. She gave the cow a good hard flick with her finger, and when the cow didn't react, jabbed her with a fresh needle which Princess didn't even notice. It seemed the doctor had numbed the cows thigh.

Hannah then went to the fire and grabbed a metal bar that Sharon hadn't noticed. She pulled on it, lifting its glowing tip out of the fire where it had been warming red hot. It was a brand. A big stylized "M" like all of the other cows had. They were going to brand Princess! Right here!

Sharon took a step to stop this and Hannah spat. "Not now Greenhorn. Cows get branded. Everyone here knows and agrees on this. Out of the way." Dr. Daisy came up behind Sharon and steered her out of the way. Sharon watched as Hannah approached the cow, brandishing the still glowing metal. 

Hannah steady herself and carefully touched the brand to Princess' skin. Steam rose from contact, Princess' skin sizzled, and the smell of cooked flesh filled the air. Princess squealed in pain despite the anaesthetic and tried to writhe against the frame. Hannah calmly held the brand in position for a few more seconds and then carefully lifted it leaving an angry, red and black burn in the shape of an "M". Princess panted in pain and whimpered. Hannah spat and quenched the brand in a big pail of water, shooting up a cloud of steam.

Dr. Daisy released Sharon who rushed to Princess and stroked the cows shoulders and back as she cried. Daisy unpacked more objects from her bag set about cleaning the burn wound, coating it with an antibiotic ointment and then sealing it below a clear plastic adhesive bandage. She then packed that with gauze and duct taped that in place. Finally she gave Princess a shot of an analgesic pain medicine in her rump. Sharon kept rubbing the cow and making soothing sounds and slowly Princess seemed to get over the pain, shock, and humiliation of the branding. She sniffed and glanced appreciatively at Sharon. 

Hannah came and began to unsteadily the cow from the bondage frame and gave her a playful swat on her hindquarters. "Welcome to the herd, little cow."

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Episode 46: Adopt a Cow

After the branding, Princess was brought to her own corral, a clone of the bull pens, to recuperate. Dr. Daisy gave her some oral antibiotics and painkillers and Sharon filled her feed and water troughs. Princess, famished from her ordeals, placidly dug into her chow.

Hannah and Sharon then rushed off to feed the rest of the herd lunch and grab a quick bite themselves. While they were eating Hannah gave Sharon a stern look. "It's nice that you want to be friends with the cows and it's cute you've taken Ella and Angus as pets, but maybe leave it there? These are cattle, try to be professional." Sharon ignored Hannah and kept eating. "Look, I'm not trying to be a bitch here, and I get it. I love my horses. But being too emotionally involved with the livestock is just going to get you hurt." Hannah put cleared her plate and cleaned it. "I'm going to go for a ride and check the herd. Someone needs to take the new cow for her first bull session to kickstart her milk production, so you're up Greenhorn. Try not to adopt another one."

Sharon finished her meal and set off to find Princess. Princess smiled shyly when Sharon showed up. "Thank you for being nice to me after the branding."

Sharon nodded. "Are you okay?"

Princess bobbed her head yes. "I think so. It still hurts a little, but less than I thought. More of an ache.... I think the medicine is helping."

"Good. I'm sorry they did that...."

Princess blushed a little. "I'm not. I knew this was part of the deal, and now I belong here." She blushed more. "Plus it's going to look cute once it heals, don't you think?"

Sharon smirked. "I guess I've never thought of the brand mark that way before. So you're happy with how things turned out?"

Princess smiled, still blushing, and hefted her top breasts and whisked her tail. "Of course!"

Sharon smiled. "I've been instructed to bring you to a bull right now. As you probably know sex with a bull will stimulate your milk production... Is this something you're ready for?"

Princess blushed the darkest yet and, eyes averted, nodded eagerly.

"Both bulls are available today, so you get to make your choice for which to have sexy with today. Who would you like to visit?"

Princess but her lip and quietly asked "What's he like? The other bull I didn't see on my visit..."

Sharon thought for a moment, "You saw Angus right? So that means you want to know about Samson... Well he is more transformed than Angus; kind of a big black Minotaur with a huge bovine penis. He is a lot more animalistic in his mannerisms than Angus too, and while he is careful, he fucks like an utter beast."

Princess, still blushing, was breathing deeply her teats hard. "That... That sounds nice. But uh, Angus looked... Nice... Too. Which, which do you prefer?"

Sharon blinked in surprise and stammered for a moment. "Well, the cows seem to like both of them a lot..."

Princess grinned a sharp, playful little smile. "I didn't ask about the cows, who do *you* prefer?"

It was Sharon's turn to blush. "Uh, I guess I like Angus more.... He uh, is a very generous and fun looking lover and uh, he is very, very attractive with a big cock..." Sharon quickly added "And he's my friend!"

Princess renewed her blush and grinned shyly at Sharon. "Well let's go visit Angus then."

***

Episode 47: The Princess and the Bull

Sharon brought Princess to Angus' enclosure. The new cow was a quiet ball of charged nervousness. She was clearly a little edgey about having sex with a stranger and embarrassed about having sex in the open in front of other people. But it was also pretty clear she was excited for the sexual encounter. Princess was clearly aroused, breathing deeply, with stiff teats and a tail already raised to show the swollen, wet folds of her cunt. Sharon smiled at her, excited for the cow. 

When they reached the enclosure, Angus stood up from where he was reading and watched intently, sniffing the air. Princess perked up too, also sniffing the air and sweeping her tail, looking almost hypnotized. Sharon had to almost drag Princess to the gate interchange to let her in. She worked the mechanism and the cow and bull were standing together. 

"Hi," Princess breathed nervously.

"Hi yourself," smiled Angus, reaching out to touch her gently on the shoulder. "I don't think we've met. I'm Angus."

"I know. I-I mean, I'm Princess. I'm, mmmm, new to the herd?" She blushed and touched Angus' hand on her. 

"I figured. Is this your first time?"

Princess blushed harder, "No! No, I've had sex before..." 

Angus grinned. "That doesn't matter. I meant as a cow." He placed his other hand on her other shoulder.

"Oh! Then no, you're my first then!"

Angus breathed deeply and smiled wider. "Splendid!" He pulled Princess into his arms in a tight hug and kissed her.

It was as if a dam had broken open, the bull and cow kissing each other hungrily, arms roaming over each other's bodies. Princess mooed deeply and groaned as Angus caressed her heavy new breasts and sucked on her teats. Sharon felt a pang of jealousy, that she fought with disgust.

After much kissing and licking and touching and grabbing the two broke apart, coming up for air. Angus tried to steer Princess to the ground, but with a fierce smile, Princess hooked one of her feet behind Angus' leg and tumbled him to the ground instead. He snorted in surprise. She tumbled on to him, a look of intense arousal on her face. Princess climbed up his body until she was crouched with her pussy hanging over his face. She kneeled on his arms and ground her cunt on Angus' face while grabbing her tits and udder. Angus went with the flow and began to dutifully eat the randy cow's pussy while she writhed and mooed. Princess sat on Angus' face until she screamed and bucked in orgasm.

After basking in the afterglow of coming for a few seconds Princess climbed back down Angus, careful to keep him pinned to the ground. He groaned, his huge cock completely erect. Princess straddles his waist, and carefully guided Angus' cock inside of her. She mooed deeply at the feeling of penetration. Angus tried to sit up a little, lift his hands to touch Princess, but Princess lunged forward and pressed his arms into the dirt. Thus pinned, Angus could only lay there as Princess began to slowly rock her hips and fuck him. The two lay there, joined together, mooing and gasping and moaning and snorting as Princess slowly, slowly worked the cock inside of her. Angus writhed, but Princess was careful to use her weight to hold him down. She began to roll her hips faster, and leaned forward to mash her tits into Angus' face and chest, to squeeze her small udder between them. Angus thrust upward as much as he could, and Princess thrust back against him, hard. The cow bit him on the face and neck making the bull gasp and groan. Angus was panting and Princess was panting and then she was bellowing a screamed moo as she orgasmed again. Angus tensed and bucked and bellowed as he ejaculated inside her. Princess' eyes went wide in pleased shock at the surge of semen inside of her. She laughed and crushed herself against the captive bull. It seemed the outwardly shy cow was secretly a dominant lover.

A few minutes later Princess gave Angus a bashful little peck on the cheek, pulled his softening cock out of her, and climbed off him letting a sluice of bull cum slide down her leg. She waddled, a bit bow legged, over to Sharon. Blushing furiously and looking away she quietly said, "that was fun."

***

Episode 48: A Royal Milking

After Princess was covered by the bull, Sharon returned her to her corral and went to assist with the evening milking and eat a quick dinner for herself. Dr. Daisy was busy working on an experiment and asked Sharon to change the dressing on Princess' brand burn. Sharon took the first aid kit, a deck chair, and some blankets with her so that she could spend some time with Princess. She imagined that sleeping alone tonight was going to be lonely. So she changed Princess' dressing, cleaned the wound, and added another application of antibiotic gel. Then she sat on her chair, wrapped in her blankets, quietly being around for Princess. It was a nice, clear night and soon Sharon dozed off...

To wake up in the morning still in the chair with a sleeping cow cuddled up against her legs. Sharon jolted awake. She must be running late. Shit shit shit.

Princess, probably disturbed by Sharon's sudden movement stirred and stretched, rolling out of her blankets. She sat up and touched her four breasts and udder. They were obviously engorged and firm with milk. She groaned in discomfort, "Ugh, I feel so full..." Her eyes rounded in shocked recognition, and she blushed and smiled ear to ear.

Sharon laughed, "well, I guess we better get you milked then." Princess beamed.

Sharon led Princess to the milking shed where the other cows were already being milked. Hannah shot Sharon a dirty look and Sharon mouthed a sorry at her and tried to look contrite. Hannah spat. The cows were already in the midst of sexual euphoria, orgasming and mooing in ecstasy. Princess was staring in open wonder at the rows of glistening cunts and tails waving in the air. Princess blushed as Sunshine mooed through a particularly satisfying orgasm and squirted her female ejaculate on the floor. Princess had started to pant and was clearly aroused. Sharon grinned at her.

Sharon lead princess to her milking stall and guided her into a good milking stance, bending Princess over so that her milk-filled tits and udder hung freely below her. Sharon stroked her hindquarters in encouragement, and Princess moaned a little. Sharon checked that her milking equipment had appropriately sized milk cups, which it did, and that the milking machines were hooked into the broader system, which it also was. Princess looked back at her, a look of sexual impatience on her face, as she whisked her tail above her engorged vulva and spread her scent around. Sharon picked up the cleaning tools and walked around Princess' body, sliding her hand along her back as she went. She reached under her and dipped her breast teats one by one into the cleaning solution, making Princess tense and gasp. Then Sharon reached down to wipe and massage Princess' breasts, making the cow moo and moan in pleasure. Sharon took her time, trying to make it special for the new cow, but also knew if she waited too long she would ruin the let down response she was trying to catch. So she dried Princess' teats and slipped on the cups. The cow jolted as if she had been shocked, arching her back and mooing pornographically. She started panting instantly. Sharon moved to the cow's small udder and dipped the nipples on that, and began to massage the small pink bag of flesh. Princess gasped and mooed and before Sharon had even affixed the the milk cups, she bellowed in orgasm and thrashed against Sharon. Sharon blushed, trying not to think about pleasuring the cow, and quickly dried and hooked up Princess' udder to the milking machine. Princess bucked and bellowed again, almost immediately, orgasming hard and deep.

Sharon stepped free of the cow, watching her mewl and moo and pant and come, and tried not to think about how happy she looked.

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Episode 49: Sharon and the “Bull”

While the cows were eating their post-milking meal Sharon rushed back to the farmhouse to get lunch. But instead of stopping in the kitchen, Sharon marched right up to her suite. She pushed the door closed behind her and locked it and turned on some quiet classical music. She paced around the room for a few minutes before sighing and sitting on the edge of the bed. She drummed her feet on the floor and growled.

Sharon was horny.

She had done her best in the last 24 hours to keep a cool head. She had compartmentalized herself, dividing her professional duties and the obvious needs of the new cow from her sexuality. But the truth was that the entire enterprise had been deeply arousing. Sharon had enjoyed watching Princess and Angus fuck, she always enjoyed watching a cow fuck Angus. It had been more than that: there was something special about seeing the shy new cow have her first bovine sexual experience and something sexy about watching the slender cow dominate the larger bull. Outwardly, Sharon had maintained her decorum, but her sodden panties had belied the truth. There was also something especially sexy about seeing Princess get her first milking and something titillating about making the cow come from massaging her udder. However, the thing that most had Sharon's motor running was watching Princess transform: seeing the willowy girl blossom and grow into a curvaceous and sexy cow just drove Sharon crazy. It was a day later, and thinking about the transformation was still making Sharon hot and wet. 

Sharon was breathing deeply, a tightness forming in her stomach.

Sharon stood up and sat back down again. She needed to deal with this. She blew out a deep breath.

She could have a cold shower and hope the shock of cold water would slap some sense into her, or at the very least chill her anatomy into closing shop for the day.

But... She didn't really want to do that.

Sharon was still wearing the milkmaid outfit from the day before. She undid the bodice and slid out of the dress, then she doffed her blouse and kicked off her knickers. She let her wet panties fall to the floor. Naked on the bed, breathing hard, Sharon pulled open her nightstand and lifted out her very special purchase from her off week. It was her brand new "bull brand" vibrating dildo. It was ten inches of black latex plastic melded into the shape of a cock with a small barbed addition for stimulating her clit. Sharon blushed and turned on the toy, causing it shake urgently in her hand. She lay back on her bed and placed the thrumming tip of the toy against her clit, and mewled at the stimulation. Sharon let her mind dwell on what it wanted to and started to picture Princess transforming, her breasts expanding and growing heavy, her tail snaking in, and her new udder emerging. Sharon moaned and inserted her bull toy into her cunt, gasping at the sensation of its vibrating girth filling her. Sharon pictured Bessy joyfully undergoing her own transformation, her four tits expanding and her body taking on its first bovine changes. Sharon moaned and pictured Bessy's semi-bovine cunt, with its puffy lips. Sharon began to pump the dildo in and out of her, fucking herself with her bull. She pictured herself in the small treatment ward, getting an injection from Diasy, and pictured her own body transforming. She pictured her own breasts expanding just before a new pair of breasts appeared. Sharon pictured her skin developing black and white spots before a tail snaked out of her butt. She thought about her feet becoming hooves and her face growing a muzzle and getting horns. She moaned loudly. She thought about growing her own udder, big and pink and round and full of milk. And she thought about having a cow's pussy, a ring of puffy, leathery vulva hiding her delicate pink insides. Sharon panted and tensed as she felt herself almost coming. She clung onto the image of herself as a cow, driving her dildo into herself as hard as she could. And suddenly she was there, bucking in orgasm. "MOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Sharon flopped onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted and ashamed of what she had just done. 

She would be taking that cold shower now.

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Episode 50: A Princess Meets the Herd

Sharon returned to the herd feeling a little embarrassed but much better. As much as she was troubled by her fantasies, getting them out of the way had unburdened her imagination so that she could focus and relax. "It's better to relieve the pressure than to explode," her high school health teacher used to say, and Sharon had taken that to heart as good advice. In part, because Ms. Handel, a tightly buttoned woman, had her own eruption where she had herself permanently sealed in a black latex body suit and had hoof boots and gloves, a saddle, and horse tail surgically attached to her body in a pique of passion. She had been allowed to keep her job, and Sharon had viewed her clopping around with her shiny black skin under a smart blouse and skirt as a warning for what happened to women who lost control of their arousal. So better to masturbate than to become a whorse. Although Sharon's pussy ached from using her bull dildo, it was a much larger toy than any she had used before. It was a delicious, savoury ache, but Sharon hoped she hadn't hurt herself. And she hoped that she wasn't walking funny.

Sharon and Hannah tethered the herd and moved them to a grazing zone, one of the areas facing the river. While they had been eating, Princess had been shyly standing away from the other cows watching them eat and slowly congregate into their social groups. The cow cliques were all casting looks her way, and clearly talking about her. Now that the cows were in the grazing land and mixing more freely Sharon hoped that some of the cows would welcome princess to the herd. Bertha and Gertie immediately tromped over to Princess and gave her an enthusiastic moo, smiling as much as their bovine faces would allow. The transformed cows tried to be friendly, Bertha going as far as to give Princess a fond lick on her arm, but there was only so much companionship they could offer with their limited linguistic skills. Plus, Gertie and Bertha actually had to graze and needed this time to eat, so with a friendly wave of their tails they set off to crop some grass. 

The mean cows stood away from Princess and watched. Sunshine had her calculating face on and was obviously judging Princess from a distance. Ella, seeing Princess left alone tried to walk over and say hi, but Princess restrained her and said something to her that Sharon couldn't make out. Ella nodded and stepped back into formation. It seemed the alpha cows would not be extending a warm welcome to Princess. Sharon was disappointed but not really surprised. 

The new cows, lead by Nettie rambled over to Princess. As much as Sharon didn't like Nettie, she found herself hoping the prickly cow would bring Princess into her fold as another new cow united against Sunshine. This at least would give Princess a place in the herd and some friends to bond with while she adjusted to her new life. Except, when Nettie reached Princess, it didn't look like she was making nice. She leaned forward aggressively while she talked, pointing and laughing and waving her fist. Princess shied back, clearly skittish. Nettie's friends Tulip, Cronflower, and Bella all smiled and laughed. They were being mean to Princess. Sharon's heart sank a little, this was Princess' best chance to enter the herd and it seemed that Nettie had decided to reject the new cow. Sharon speculated some of this was jealousy: Princess was new and already had a bigger udder than Nettie which surely offended the petty and insecure cow. Probably Nettie was also trying to unify her cows, Sharon knew from experience that few things brought a group together like excluding someone else. From hanging out with Jim and his loser friend Rick Sharon knew this was especially true of unpopular people, who perversely liked to punch down and pass on their abuse. From a strategic perspective, Nettie might also have calculated that she had more to gain from strengthening her clique to stop Princess from peeling any cows off than she did from recruiting one more cow. So Sharon could see how this situation could happen, but she was still furious at Nettie for being such a miserable bitch.

Princess, looking a little dejected slinked off from the other cows, her tail drooping behind her.

Sharon knew she shouldn't get involved, that cows were herd animals and that newcomers wouldn't be easily accepted, but she couldn't just let Princess be crushed. She took a step to go to her....

"Excuse me, milkmaid, I'm ready to go on my bull date now," Sunshine smiled coolly at Sharon and stretched, pushing her four large breasts up and out. She fingered the red bandanna she was wearing that she had gotten from somewhere. "I believe Angus is waiting."

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Episode 51: Sunshine and Angus

Sharon brought Sunshine to Angus. Sunshine smirked the whole way, looking more amused than aroused. When she caught Sharon staring she winked and blew her a kiss, then walked with an exaggerated wiggle. She fiddled with her red bandanna, making sure it was tightly knotted around her throat. Sharon had no idea where that garment could have come from, the cows didn't have clothes or belongings, so Sunshine really shouldn't have any accessories. It was becoming apparent that Sunshine wasn't an ordinary cow, and that maybe the odd piece of clothing was part of that deal. Although, Sharon couldn't shake the feeling that bandanna looked quite familiar...

When they reached the bull's enclosure Angus walked to the fence and looked at them, snorted, and pawed the ground with his hoof. Sunshine smiled deviously and bit her finger, starting to breathe harder teats stiffening. She glanced over at Sharon as she was let into the gate interchange, "by the way, my safeword is 'Rodeo Clown'". Sharon, perplexed, triggered the gate and let the cow meet the bull.

Angus sniffed the air as Sunshine skipped into the enclosure. "Hello little bull."

Angus face broke into a fierce scowl. "You smell of him!"

Sunshine laughed, "Of course! Samson is a *real* bull!" She grinned fiercely, "When he bends me over and fucks me it oozes out of my pores for days!"

Angus growled and clawed at the ground with his hooves, kicking up dirt. Sharon had never seen him look so angry!

Sunshine deployed her best shit eating grin. "It's what happens when a *real* bull covers you." She turned her back dismissively on the bull. "Not like you, little bull.."

Angus snorted, his face red and held in a rictus of rage. He bellowed, sinews taught and veins raising out of his skin, and then he charged. Sharon gasped at the speed with which the bull closed with the cow. Angus reared up and smacked Sunshine, lifting her off her hooves and sending her tumbling to the dirt. Sharon choked at the violence and sheer strength of the enraged bull. Sunshine though, was giggling happily as she rolled on the ground from the impact. She staggered back to her hooves and moued at the bull. 'Is that really the best you've got little bull?" Angus released another furious bellow and charged the cow again, this time casually lifting her into the air and then tossing her to the ground. She shrieked happily but landed with a solid oof. Angus stalked slowly towards her.

Sharon was panicking. This wasn't the gentle, playful bull she was friends with. This was an angry animal! Sunshine, the stupid bitch, was in trouble! She glanced around frantically, trying to remember if there was some sort of weapon near the bull enclosure. Where were the cattle prods?

Sunshine moaned and swept her hair out of her face. She saw the look of panic on Sharon's face and laughed. "It's fine," she called with amusement in her voice, "I haven't used the safeword yet!" Sunshine cast a look of mock contempt at Angus who stood a pace away, breathing heavily with his fists clenched. "I haven't needed to from this weakling!"

Angus just snorted this time and surged forward. He grabbed a fistful of Sunshine's hair and dragged her to her feet while she laughed happily. He lead her in a circle and then turned her away from him. She mooed in arousal. He pushed her to her knees and then easily forced her to bend over, face mashed into the ground. She mooed again and was panting rapidly, her tail lifted in arousal. "Come on... little bull...show me...what you've got!" Angus growled and lifted her pelvis up so her legs were straight and her face and arms were still on the ground. He bellowed again as he took his stark erect cock and forced it into the cow, who mewled a deeply satisfied moo. Angus snorted and began to pump away at the cow, thrusting long, hard, brutal strokes that dragged the coupling pair along the ground. Sunshine was mooing wildly and groaning as Angus lost control of himself as he fucked her wildly. Sunshine tried to push back against the bull as every thrust pushed her face into the dirt and left her udder swinging between her legs. She bellowed an orgasm, and then another and then another, female ejaculate dribbling out of her cunt with every thrust of the Bulls cock. Finally Angus reared up, roaring, and slammed into Sunshine, ejaculating and knocking the cow flat on the ground. She mooed and writhed in one last orgasm as she laid buried under the mass of the bull. 

Sharon was horrified by the violent display... But also aroused. She had never seen Angus so angry or so powerful. He had completely lost control and completely given into his animalistic side. Sharon could only imagine what it must be like to drive a lover to such excess. She mooed quietly and blushed.

Meanwhile Sunshine had propped herself up on her arms, while Angus laid on top of her panting. She looked very satisfied and smug. She reached up and played with the bandanna still tied around her neck and winked at Sharon. And Sharon realized where she had seen it before: it was the bandanna that Bessy wore on her trysts with Samson! That was where the Samson scent was coming from! But why would Sunshine have it? What did this mean? What did she know? Sunshine smiled at Sharon as if she could read her mind.

Angus finally got a hold of his breath and temper and pushed himself up a little. Bessy took the opportunity to slither out from under him. She stretched herself out and brushed off some of the dirt from her black and white skin. She had some bruises forming and her face was scratched from being dragged along the ground but she was smiling. She blew a kiss at Angus and said "nice try, little bull!" And skipped into the gate interlock. 

Angus was left kneeling on the ground a look of sexual satisfaction and arousal warring with hurt feelings, humiliation, and anger. He had been manipulated and he knew it.

Sunshine smiled ear to ear and dabbed a cut on her cheek with the bandanna as Sharon let her out. "Well that was fun!" She enthused as she lead Sharon along skipping the whole way.

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Episode 52: More Cowbell

Sharon brought Sunshine back to the pasture. She was so mad at the cow. However hot the rough sex was, that was no excuse for the cow to sadistically abuse Angus into losing control. Sharon wanted to punish the manipulative cow. But she wasn't sure she could, or whether she had grounds to. Was being cruel to the bulls like that against the rules? Did Sharon know for sure that Angus didn't enjoy himself or that it wasn't agreed upon? She glowered at Sunshine who smiled sweetly back.

Sharon didn't have much time to dwell on it because she was due to bring Nettie to Samson for her own date. It was, for Sharon, a mostly perfunctory affair: Nettie never had much chemistry with the bulls. She was always so eager to please that she ended up seeming desperate and maybe a little pathetic. She would beg and plead and offer anything: anal, tittyfucks, whatever she thought the bulls might like. Angus would try to accommodate her but Samson would obviously just go through the motions. Sharon applauded his professionalism, doubting that she could have pleasured the miserable cow. 

When Sharon brought Nettie back to the enclosure she saw the mean cows swarming around Princess. Honeybun and Cookie had the new cow pinned while Sunshine was leaning over her doing something to her neck. It looked like she might be strangling Princess! Sharon shouted at them and ran at them, telling them to fuck off and that there would be consequences! Ella who stood nervously away and was clearly being the lookout saw her coming and squealed at her friends and the cows stampeded away. Princess sat up crying, a cow bell clonking with every heave of her shoulders.

Sharon let the mean cows run, it wasn't like they could escape her. Instead she went to Princess. A cursory inspection revealed the weeping cow didn't appear to be injured, just upset. It seemed the mean cows weren't trying to hurt Princess but just attach a cowbell to her. Sharon lifted the palm sized brass cowbell and saw that it was attached to Princess' collar by a tiny padlock. A quick glance at the keyhole revealed the cows had filled the locking mechanism with glue making removing the collar more difficult. Sharon fumed and went to unbuckle the collar from the crying Princess and saw that it was also glued shut. Seeing that she wouldn't be able to fix the problem immediately, Sharon wrapped her arms around Princess and hugged her as she cried.

A few minutes later Hannah rode up on Peanut towing four lassoed cows. She had been riding around the grazing land, and seeing the mean cows flee from Sharon had kicked her steed into a gallop, ran down, and roped the troublemakers. She looked with sympathy at Princess who was trying to get sniffles under control. "These idiots do the cowbell hazing to the new cow?" Sharon nodded angrily. Hannah spat. "And the glue treatment?" Sharon nodded angrily again. Hannah sighed, "This isn't the first time these dumbies have done this one. They got Nettie with it way back, and got Tulip and Bella with it when they showed up. Heck, this dumby Ella was the first one to get the glue in the lock! So try to buck up new cow, this is just hazing by numbskulls." Hannah spat again and glared at the four roped up cows. "And you know it goes without saying that all you dumbies have lost your bull privileges for the next two weeks, right?" Hannah looked at Sharon with a look that asked her she had more to add.

"Make it three weeks," she growled. "And Sunshine, when I'm done here with Princess, you and me are going to have words."

Hannah nodded and kicked Peanut forward, pulling the mean cows after her. "I'll go get the bolt cutters."

Sharon turned back to Princess who had finally gotten back her composure. The cow reached up and touched the cowbell and gave it a ring. She let it drop, which made it ring again, and then shook her torso, sending her four breasts shaking and making the bell clung. Sharon stroked her shoulder and tried to smile encouragingly. "It's okay, Hannah is going to get the bolt cutters and we'll have the stupid thing off in a couple seconds." 

Princes sniffed and tried on a timid smile, "I think, um, that I might actually like it?" She blushed. "The way those other cows tackled me and did this was scary and really not okay. But the bell is kind of pretty, don't you think?" She shook her head around making the bell clung cheerfully. She smiled for real, "And you'll always know where I am."

Sharon found herself proud of the young cow and how well she was handling being attacked and humiliated. Sharon knew she would still be upset in Princess' hooves. "It really is no trouble to get the thing off, and we have plenty of extra collars."

Princess held up her hand. "It's fine, really." She looked wistful for a moment, "My momma taught me that victims try and escape adversity and strong people just own it. So I'm going to own this. Show those jerks that I'm above their intimidations and insults." She giggled and rang her bell again. "Plus I really do think it's cute."

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Episode 53: The Sharon and the Sunshine Kid 

Once Sharon was sure Princess was okay, she and Hannah brought out the feed for the cows. Sharon kept an eye on Princess and made sure that she wasn't fucked with by any of the other cows. The herd sensing the wrath of their herder were on their best behaviour.

After the cows were fed Sharon sat on a rise near where the cows were congregating and waited for Sunshine. She didn't have to wait long since the cow skipped up to meet Sharon just a few minutes after Sharon sat down. She casually flopped down next to Sharon and propped herself up on her side, udder and breasts hanging in front of her, like some sort of calendar model cow. She was wearing the red bandanna. Sunshine fluttered her eyelashes at Sharon and asked in a chirpy, cheerful voice what Sharon wanted to talk about. 

Sharon took a long, deep breath and tried to organize her thoughts. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sunshine laughed. "You'll have to be more specific!"

Sharon took another breath. "What you did to Princess today... and what you did to Angus. Nettie too, although I'm not sure she doesn't deserve it. Why must you treat the other cows like crap."

Sunshine grinned in delight and flicked her tail. "Because it's fun messing with people, and in Angus' case the sex is better when he's mad." She winked at Sharon and toyed with the red bandanna. "Besides everyone likes to be a little bad sometimes. Cows.... Milkmaids...."

Sharon blinked. "What are you saying? I, I don't know what your implying."

"Alluding to dear." The cow said primly, face no longer smiling. "And you know precisely what I'm talking about. I know a certain secret, you know that secret, and I know you know that secret." Sunshine licked her lips. "Secrets have such a way of ruining lives: getting people fired, ruining marriages, destroying friendships. But that's only if they get out... And I would hate to let this one slip." Sunshine smiled with her mouth, but her eyes stayed cool. 

Sharon was stunned. Princess knew about Bessy? And was blackmailing her? And was trying to blackmail Sharon now too. "So where does this leave us?"

Sunshine laughed happily and rolled onto her back, kicking her hooves in the air. "I haven't decided yet! I mean obviously, you should stay out of my way and I'm sure I'll ask you for some favours in the future. But for now, let's call it future considerations and a.... Agreement of friendship."

Sharon nodded. "Okay... But I can't just let you be cruel to the other cows."

Sunshine grounded her hooves, thighs spread to make room for her udder. She turned her head and looked at Sharon. Face straight and voice cool she said: "I don't think you get to dictate terms anymore. My beef with Nettie is no longer your concern. And I'll do with Angus what I like, he is my toy to play with. But I'll leave your pet Princess alone as long as she stays out of Nettie's orbit." She smiled again. "Me and my cows will take our punishment for our prank because we got caught and because nothing unifies a group quite like shared discomfort. Okay?"

"No, but I don't think I really have a choice."

Princess laughed and pushed herself to her hooves. "I always thought you were smart." She started skipping off back to her friends. Over her shoulder she called, "We are going to have such fun together!"

***

Episode 54: Sharon Meets Clover

Sharon sat and stewed for a while, furious and shaken. After a while Princess walked over, cowbell ringing and curled up by her side and took a nap. Ella came by and tried to apologize to Princess and Sharon and when Sharon ignored her, she slunk off back to the herd. Eventually it was time for the evening milking. Sharon ran through it on autopilot, doing the minimum amount of work to get through it. Then Sharon brought the cows to their barn to sleep and out them in their stalls. Sharon changed the dressing on Princess' burn wound. Sunshine blew Sharon a kiss and wished her sweet dreams.

Sharon was still upset when she got back to the farmhouse. She threw together a light meal and made for her bedroom. Hannah stopped her and put a hand on her shoulder and nodded in sympathy. Sharon was touched by this fleeting gesture, but still wanted to be alone. She nodded at the other milkmaid and retreated to her room. 

She shut the door and silently ate her meal at her desk. Then she walked over to the bed and stared at the ceiling, mind racing. She was so mad at Sunshine for being such an awful bitch and for making Sharon powerless to do anything about it. Sharon was also cross with Bessy for her stupid affair and for giving Sunshine a weapon to use against them. And she was mad at herself for not thinking of a clever way out of this. She cried a little. And planned. And mostly looked forward to the next day when she would have a vacation week away from all of this. 

Eventually Sharon nodded off.

Sharon blinked her eyes. She was standing naked in a farmers field. She was dreaming and she knew it. Standing near her was herself, but as a cow. Cow-Sharon smiled at her and spread her arms to gesture at her body. She had four large breasts capped with teat-like nipples, and a sizeable udder. Her skin had the black and white pattern of a Holstein and she had hooved feet, digitigrade legs, and a tail. She wagged her long, cow ears drawing attention to her horns and wide, muzzle-like nose. She had a nosering. Sharon thought cow-Sharon was very pretty. "Hi," Sharon said.

"Hi yourself!" Replied Cow-Sharon in Sharon's voice. "You can call me Clover."

"Clover?"

"Yeah. Isn't it pretty?"

"Yes, actually..."

"Almost like the cow name you'd choose for yourself?"

"I guess....but, What's that supposed to mean?"

Clover grinned. "I'm your inner cow."

Sharon snorted. "That's so corny."

Clover pouted playfully. "Don't blame me, it's your subconscious!"

"So what's the deal, Clover?"

Clover stretched her arms above her head pushing forward her tits and udder. "I'm here to show you what you get, if you just give in to your desires." 

"Like a ghost of cow-mass future."

She laughed. "Exactly!" Clover skipped forward lightly on her hooves and embraced Sharon, mashing her tit flesh between them. She pressed her lips to Sharon's and kissed her hungrily. Sharon, surprised, kissed her back and melted into her fleshy embrace.

And suddenly they were in a milking shed. Sharon looked at Clover who grinned mischievously. The cow-Sharon walked over to a milking stall and bent over, falling easily into a milking posture. She lifted her tail and wagged it, giving Sharon a view of her doppelgänger's semi-bovine pussy. Clover glanced over her shoulder at Sharon. "Well, milkmaid, a little help."

Sharon blushed and walked over to her bovine self. She suddenly had latex gloves on her hands and was holding the teat cleaning implements. Clover mooed impatiently. "Please hurry up, I'm feeling quite full." Sharon could see that Clover's breasts and udder were horribly swollen and engorged. 

She placed her hand on the cow's, in a way, her own ass and traced it along the familiar shape of Clover's back. Clover hummed in appreciation. When Sharon was beside the cow she dipped Clover's nipples, causing her doppelgänger to gasp. She reached up and grabbed a handful of Clover's breasts and massaged them, noting as she did so an identical mole on Clover's top left breast. Clover mooed in pleasure and squeezed her thighs together. Sharon wiped off her cow-self's teats and put on the milking cups. Clover mooed and began to pant. Sharon moved down to her udder, smelling the reek of her own aroused pussy. Clover begged her to yes, yes, moo, yes do her udder. Sharon dipped her nipples and began to message the heavy, warm, fleshy udder. Clover bellowed, heaved, and screamed joyously as she orgasmed. Sharon stuck the milk cups into the udder and Clover bucked and kicked and mooed as she came again. Sharon scrambled backward and watched herself moan and pant and moo and come again.

Clover, gasping for breath, looked at Sharon. "This.... Ah.... This could... Be... Oh!... Yours! Mooooo! If you just! Admit! Moo! That.... You want... Ohfukohfuckohfuck.... Ahhhhnnn MOOOOOOOO!"

Sharon was panting herself now, nipples hard, naked pussy warm and swollen. She bit her lip. Did she want this? No... No, this was just pent up arousal and her imagination. She shook her head.

And suddenly she was standing in a bull corral with Clover, who looked flushed and pleased. She hugged herself around her tits and smiled. "Going to be the hard sell with you, eh?"

"I have had enough transformation nonsense already. I came here to get away from it. I don't want to be a cow."

Clover smiled at her with bemusement, "then how do you explain me?"

Sharon just grunted, arms crossed.

Clover laughed. "Fine. Maybe this will convince you." She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Samson and Angus were in the corral with her. She gave Sharon a naughty glance. "Just admit you want it, and you get to take my place."

Sharon blushed, wondering where this was going.

Clover stuck out her arms and twirled into the arms of the Bulls. She gestured at her bovine body "Hullo boys!" The Bulls grunted and snorted and sported huge erections. Clover stretched herself tall and the two Bulls began to kiss and suck and caress her breasts and udder. Clover stared at Sharon the whole time, moaning and breathing hard and mouthing "this could be you." 

Angus kissed his way along her udder and crouched in front of her. He lifted her udder aside and pressed his lips against Clover's pussy. He licked it and she mooed. Sharon's cow twin then snagged the nose ring of Samson and pulled his muzzle to her mouth kissing him hungrily as he fondled and clutched her four heavy breasts. She reached down and worked his huge bull cock while Angus ate her cunt. Her breathing sped up and she mooed and then looked at Sharon while she bellowed in orgasm. 

Sharon was blushing furiously. She had had this fantasy, of being with both Bulls at once and the seeing it play out like this was incredibly arousing. Sharon glanced around and then realized it was a dream. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, mooing quietly.

Clover smiled at her and climbed out from between the Bulls. She clopped over to Sharon and kissed her. "All you have to do is admit you want this, and you can be me. We can trade places." She ran her hand down Sharon's face. "Just be honest with yourself.

Clover sashayed back to the two bulls. She placed her hooves shoulder length apart and bent forward in front of Angus, udder hanging beneath her. She hungrily kissed his cock and slid it into her mouth. Arms braced on his hips, Clover eagerly sucked the bull's large cock. Meanwhile she wiggled her hips, raised her tail, and waved it commandingly at Samson. Samson stride forward and drove his even larger bull cock into Clover's bovine pussy. There she was being fucked on either side by a pair of bulls. Clover released a muffled moo as she came and then another as she came again.

Sharon was panting. The sight of cow-her being double teamed like this was too much for her. She was panting and running her fingers along her labia, stroking her wet clit. This was hot. This was sexy. She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted to be like this. She wanted to be Clover.

Clover had pulled her face free of Angus cock for a moment. "Then just admit it!"

Sharon knew this was a big moment. Her legs were weak, she was aroused. She desired to be fucked by a bull. But...She didn't want to be a cow for real though. Did she? She gasped and slipped her fingers inside of herself. She moaned. Why not though? Why not be a cow and be fucked by bulls and be milked and come? At least here in her dreams. 

"I want this! I want to be a cow!"

And just like that Sharon was Clover being filled by two bulls. Her mouth was full of penis and her cunt was stretched by cock. She mooed in ecstasy feeling herself filled and battered and so close, so closed coming again. She felt her heavy breasts and udder surge and flop below her. She felt huge balls slap her chin, bounce off her udder. She felt like she could break in two in the most amazing way. And then she heard both bulls bellow and felt semen erupt inside her vagina, inside her womb. She tasted a salty wave of cum explode in her mouth and throat. And then she bellowed in joy as she felt herself orgasm as both cocks still erupted inside of her.

She wanted this...

She woke up, wet and panting, tangled in bedding.

She immediately started masturbating, chasing her dream and mooing.

***

Episode 55: Sharon’s Week Off

Sharon slept in the next morning. It was her week off and so there was no pressing reason to get up yet.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. What did she want to do with her time off? Her low cost living and generous pay meant that she could basically go anywhere. Well, not anywhere, since she hadn't planned out flights or booked hotels. But then again, this was the age of the Internet, she probably could plan a short trip if she wasn't too picky about destination or accommodations. But is that what she wanted? She certainly needed to get away.

Sharon thought about it and realized what she was craving even more than adventure was a sense of normalcy. She wanted to see familiar sights and be surrounded by people instead of cows. She wanted to do normal, frivolous things like eat at fancy restaurants and buy pointless, but pretty clothes she would probably never wear. And she wanted to get laid. She blushed and thought of her dream from the last night. She definitely needed to get laid.

Sharon decided that the best way to get the comfort living that she craved was to head back to her hometown and have a staycation. She called a small boutique hotel close to where her apartment had been. She arranged to meet her friend Candace for brunch and a shopping excursion. And she loaded up a dating app on her phone in hopes of finding a casual sex partner. She threw some fun clothes in a suitcase, borrowed Bessy's little car and hit the road. 

The first couple days were uneventful. Just Sharon keeping to herself, reading in the park, having dinner with her parents, visiting old haunts. It was calming and normalizing just to be around people again. It was nice.

On the third day she had brunch with Candace. The leggy, red haired dancer flowed into the twee restaurant with her boyfriend Rick, who stayed for a round of coffees before running back to work. Rick was Jim's best friend and being around him was still a bit awkward. She was a little surprised that Candace was still with him. They were having problems when Sharon had joined the farm, but there was no denying the loving looks and little touches the two shared. It made Sharon think about Jim.

After Rick left Sharon and Candace got down to business. Candace talked about what dancing gigs she had gotten lately and about starting to teach and coach dance to k1ds, something she was finding quite rewarding. She let Sharon know about the local gossip, and what she'd missed moving away. Sharon knew she wasn't supposed to talk about her work, but she figured she could trust Candace and needed an outside perspective so she related the basics of her new job. Candace was shocked, mostly that Sharon who was so anti-weird science would take the job. Although, she certainly agreed that the compensation sounded attractive. When Candace asked about what Sharon thought of being a cow, Sharon just blushed.

When their food arrived they ate in companionable silence for a while and Sharon noticed that something was odd about Candace. Her chest seemed odd. It was hard to tell since she was wearing a loose shirt and had very small breasts but.... Yes, Candace had three tits!

Sharon exclaimed in surprise, and Candace motioned for her to be cool. She explained that Rick was experimenting and they had another accident and that, yeah, she had three breasts now. She blushed and admitted that she rather liked it. After years of having very small tits, having something interesting on her chest was a nice change. Still blushing, she also admitted that the extra breast had really improved her and Rick's sex life and had been instrumental in reigniting their chemistry.

Sharon asked how she dealt with the abnormality. Candace smiled and claimed that for once in her life her lack of cleavage was an advantage. She didn't need to wear a bra and the high neckline clothes she had always favoured hid her breasts fairly well. When she danced she wore breast forms and a padded bra anyway, and that hid her unusual configuration even under tight costumes. And if someone did see the extra breast Candace would just explain she had atypical polymastia which usually sent people off googling and satisfied their curiosity. She shrugged, it wasn't that big a deal.

Leaning in, Candace also admitted that her third boob was making her consider dancing at bachelor parties again. While she had struggled to find work as a stripper-for-hire because of her flat chest, her exotic new look might give her a hook to find a niche market. Although, she worried that being an exotic dancer might jeopardize her teaching career.

The pair went shopping after breakfast and managed to meet up for dinner on another night. Sharon also managed to meet up with some former work friends from the law office for dinner, drinks, and a night out dancing. Sharon danced with a few attractive guys, but found that while the idea of a one night sand was attractive, the reality of hooking up with a rando didn't sit well with her.

On the last day of her staycation before she had to drive back to the farm Sharon bumped into Jim. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw her, still an awkward putz. Sharon smiled. She still liked the dweeb, loved him even, although she knew she couldn't be with him, couldn't trust him not to make her an armless bimbo by accident. But... She bit her lip. She could sleep with him. Exes on good terms did that right?

Sharon thrust out her chest and walked over to him, swaying her hips. He awkwardly said hi and she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hi yourself she purred. She pressed herself against him and asked what he was doing that day. She gave him another kiss and asked if he would like to come visit her hotel room. He stammered that he would be delighted. So Sharon lead him to her hotel, pleased with the sight of an erection straining his pants.

Sharon dragged Jim into her room and they breathlessly pulled off each other's clothes and fell into bed. Kissing and grabbing. It was familiar, but also urgent in a way it hadn't been in a long time. Sharon sucked Jim's cock and Jim played with her breasts and ate her pussy. When Sharon was wet and ready she rolled into her hands and knees and presented herself to Jim. Jim hesitated for a moment, unsure since missionary was more her style. She waggled her hips at him and looked back desperately. This unstuck Jim who finally pushed his cock into Sharon. Sharon gasped happily, finally, finally being filled. Jim started to thrust into her and she moaned in pleasure. Jim started to go faster, showing the his tradmark lack of patience, but Sharon didn't care, she needed this too badly. 

But! But! While everything felt good, she wasn't even close to coming. Sex with Jim just wasn't doing it for her... She let her mind wander, picturing Jim bulking up, gaining muscle. She liked that, it was good. She pictured him growing horns and a tail and hooves and body hair. She thought about Jim as a bull fucking her with his bull cock. That was, that was hot... But not quite enough... She thought of herself as a cow, with four heavy breasts and an udder being fucked by bull-Jim. She mooed and then Jim grunted and tensed against her, she felt his dick pulse inside her as he came. She bellowed another moo and thrashed as she orgasmed.

Sharon collapsed happily to the bed, covered by Jim, tension flowing out of her body. She felt at ease for the first time in weeks. Jim nuzzled against her breathing hard. "That, that was nice," he said.

Sharon mmmed in agreement.

"But um, did you just moo?"

***

Episode 56: Future Futa Pillow Talk

Sharon and Jim laid in bed together and spooned for a while. Sharon was, as usual, the big spoon wrapped around Jim's skinny body. She sighed happily, sex was nice. Sex with Jim was nice, even if dating him wasn't. Although... a little voice inside of Sharon reminded her that sex could be nicer if she were with a nice bull... Sharon banished the thought and nuzzled closer to Jim.

"Th-that was, uh, nice," Jim eventually stammered. "I mean, amazing!"

Sharon laughed and tussled his hair. "I had fun too."

"I, uh, didn't think that was going to happen again."

Sharon sighed, "Me neither. But, exes can have casual sex, right? That's a healthy thing to do."

"So casual sex was all this was?"

Sharon tensed, worried about what Jim wanted. "Y-yes...."

"Good. That's a relief. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not looking to get into a relationship right now."

"Really?" Sharon jabbed Jim in the ribs playfully. "Sowing some wild oats?"

"The opposite actually... I, uh, I have a kid."

"WHAT!?" 

Jim rolled out of Sharon's arms and propped himself up. "It's kind of a long and unbelievable story."

"Try me."

Jim took a deep breath. "So I was experimenting in my lab..."

Sharon giggled, "Of course."

"And I turned myself into a futa.... A hermaphrodite. I was suddenly a beautiful woman with big soft breasts, and a vagina, and a long oddly flexible penis. I was gorgeous, and so sexy, and I, well, I fucked myself with my prehensile penis and... I got myself pregnant. I didn't want to reverse the process and like, wipe out this new life inside me so I carried it to term. And that was pretty magical, being pregnant is the most like, powerful thing I've ever experienced. And childbirth was the most intensely animal thing I've ever done. Anyway, yeah, I went into labour and gave birth to my daughter Athena. She's seven now."

Sharon was shocked, but confused. "Jim, we broke up like four months ago! How the fuck do you have a seven year old daughter, let alone how did you have a 9 month pregnancy!?"

Jim laughed. "This is where it gets weird."

Sharon snorted, "like it wasn't weird before?"

"Just wait. So it's less that I turned myself into a futa and got pregnant and more that I will, or I guess might, turn myself into a pregnant futa. Me, this Jim, didn't do any of this. But another future Jim did make himself into a futa, get pregnant, and give birth...and then got abducted by aliens."

"Jim, this is exactly why we don't date anymore."

"So futa-Jim changes her name to Saturna and is being kept as a slave to a group of sex pirates in space along with Athena, her daughter. The Pirates want to raise Athena to be the perfect slave and Saturna is having none of that, so she leads a slave revolt and becomes a kind of space pirate queen. And with her newfound power she is leading a revolution to free all of the sexy space slaves. And well, she didn't want Athena to grow up in a weird warzone so she came back in time and gave her to me to raise. Saturna gave me all her memories with some kind of future device so that I'd love Athena and then returned to the future. She will return to reclaim Athena as her space pirate princess when she turns 19 if everything goes well in the war. And until then, I have a kid."

"Woah." Sharon said.

"Yeah. It's a big change. Your whole life becomes different. I'm trying to be a responsible grown up. I quit the invention game mostly and have a steady day job quality checking cosmetics. It's boring but I'm not as likely to make myself into a sex werewolf or something. And I'm shutting down my romantic life until she gets a bit older. I only bumped into you because Athena is with her aunty Edith today. But uh, I'm glad I bumped into you."

Sharon gave Jim a hug. "I'm glad I bumped into you too, big daddy."

"Ugh, don't say that. It's creepy."

Sharon laughed and poked him in the ribs. "Whatever you say, daddy-o" 

***

Episode 57: Time Passes Pt. 1

A month passes.

Sharon had returned to the farm to find Bessy waiting to throw her a welcome back party with Daisy. The three women got pleasantly drunk on cream based cocktails and gossiped about their love lives. Daisy, blushing, admitted that she had started to date a bisexual furry fan named Lindsey. Bessy, delighted, asked if Daisy was planning to hook her new lover up with some mutagen. Daisy shook her head, saying that it was much too soon for something so big and that anyway Lindsey dreamed of being a busty foxgirl. Sharon told the pair about sleeping with her ex and about his time travelling kid and alternate self. Bessy and Daisy looked at her like she was fucking with them. Bessy, drunk by now, admitted that her and Tommy were having problems. Blushing, she explained that their chemistry was off and that she worried she needed a bull to please her. Sharon hugged her friend and hoped everything would work out.

Bessy's marriage issues continued to be a theme on the farm. For one thing, her infedility continued, with Bessy still making regular trips to visit Samson. Sharon turned a blind eye, but worried that the illicit bull sex was only making the problem worse. Dishonesty aside, the difference in sex quality between Bessy's affair and her marriage could not have been helping things. Which made it unsurprising when Bessy's next week off was cut short when she and her husband had a gigantic fight. Sharon stayed up nearly all night holding the crying milkmaid.

Princess had more or less settled into life as a cow. She was still excluded from the cow cliques, but that didn't seem to bother her. She seemed to be one of those rare people who was happy on their own. Princess did like to spend time with Sharon, and whenever Sharon was watching the herd she would come over, cowbell clanging, and lay down by Sharon. Princess was also, it turned out, a voracious reader so Sharon brought her books to read while they hung out. This quiet ideal of reading, napping, and silent companionship seemed to suit Princess. Sharon, though, tried to shake off the feeling she had adopted a pet.

As quiet as Princess was socially, she was the opposite sexually. She continued to dominate Angus whenever she had sex with him, guiding him through what she wanted before lettin him come. She also bossed Samson around, although that was a more combative relationship: Samson very much liked being in charge. Sharon still smirked when she thought about Princess and Samson's first sexual encounter; about how the smaller cow had grabbed the bull by the nose ring and dragged him through sex just the way she wanted. That trick only worked once, and now it was more of a contest of wills, a game cow and bull seemed to enjoy. Princess, though, had started to pester Hannah about borrowing her rope and getting better lasso lessons.

It had taken a couple weeks, but Sharon had eventually forgiven Ella letting her come and spend time with her and Princess. Sharon was quite pleased to have the chatty cow back in her life. She missed having such an extroverted person in her daily routine. It was also good to get reports on herd dynamics. It seemed things were a-hoof since Honeybunn, needing to graze, had drifted away from Sunshine's group and begun to spend more time with Bertha and Gertie. Sunshine, probably hoping to boost her numbers had managed to woo Tulip into her group and way from Nettie. Tulip was loving being popular and apparently had a pretty strong cruel streak. Nettie, meanwhile, was furious and had whipped Cornflower and Bella into a fury. Ella was worried that the quietly simmering feud might boil over.

Ella and Princess had struck up something of a secret friendship. When Sharon started bringing Ella her sports scores again, the cow had started to show Princess what was going on and teach her a bit about sport. The two would hunch together conspiring over the score and then other things, chattering away for hours. But only when Sharon was there: Ella would ignore Princess when she was running with her clique. This didn't seem to bother Princess and honestly Sharon was mostly glad the cow had found even a part time friend. 

It wasn't long until Ella had convinced Princess to start betting on sports against her, each taking turns picking winners for upcoming contests. Then, after the results came in, they would tally who had the most wins and the loser would have to pay a forfeit. Sharon had no idea what that might be, since the cows didn't own anything to swap. But it seemed to make the cows happy and didn't seem to be hurting anything...

Sharon did eventually discover what the forfeit was when Princess demanded it immediately. The two cows stood and wandered off to some nearby bushes. Sharon, curious had pursued. There she found Princess laying on her back, playing with her udder and lifting it out of the way while Ella ate out her cunt. Sharon watches in fascination as Pricess tensed and mooed in orgasm. Sharon blushing beat a hasty retreat hoping the distracted cows hadn't seen her.

Sunshine had spent the month in truce with Sharon. She hadn't demanded anything in blackmail or done anything to challenge Sharon's authority. She did make a special point of greeting Sharon loudly and enthusiastically every morning and would wink at the milkmaid whenever she caught her looking. Sometimes she would come up to Sharon when she was alone and chat with her about nothing, the weather or wildflowers or whatever, always cooly telling Sharon that she would be seeing her later. Sharon was convinced the cow was toying with her.

***

Episode 58: Times Passes Pt. 2

During the previous month some of the herd received additional treatments. While Sharon was away Cookie had gotten her next dose of mutagen. This caused her go from a four-breasted cowgirl with a medium sized udder, black and white skin, and a speech-destroying bovine muzzle, to a cowgirl with a much larger udder, a more cowish face and caused her to grow black and white fur all over her body. In many ways she looked a lot like Honeybunn did when Sharon first joined the farm. The other cow to receive a treatment was Bella. This time Sharon was around to assist with the procedure, handling the cow while Dr. Daisy focused on the medical steps of the procedure. Bella when she entered the procedure was a mostly human cowgirl who had two large breasts, two small breasts, a tail, and the very start of a cow snout. The current treatment caused her second set of breasts to expand up to the size of her original pair, the skin of her pelvis to become pink and grow nipple buds, and for her cow snout to become a short muzzle. In the end the cow, despite being mostly human, had an obviously bovine face and like all of the cows with muzzles could only moo to communicate. Bella didn't seem to concerned by the change as she celebrated it by masturbating and mooing joyfully.

This month had also seen an extensive push by Dr. Daisy to solve the Nettie problem. The mutagen resistant cow was making weekly and sometimes daily trips to the farms clinic for tests and experiments. Dr. Daisy had studied numerous biopsies from Nettie and tired to stimulate tissue mutation with a variety of subtly altered transformation cocktails, with limited results. Dr. Daisy had also performed experiments with a variety support fluids and supplements that showed differential results, but not to a point where the scientist was confident that she could cure the cow. Ultimately, Dr. Daisy had resulted to a crude experiment where she injected the mutagen directly into desired locations on Nettie to try and stimulate specific tissue growth and kind of cultivate the development of desired bovine traits. This had the effect of minutely affecting the injected areas, but failed to develop the sheer potency of an injection into the general circulation. Daisy was largely at a loss. She admitted to Sharon that she was no where close to figuring out the Nettie problem, but that the work she was doing on the cow and her resistant tissues was really optimizing her treatment regimen for the rest of herd. While Nettie might be shit out of luck, the farm could now transform other cows much more efficiently and safely.  

To unwind from the stress Dr. Daisy screened her next ridiculous movie with Sharon. This film was called Midnight Costumed, although that was probably a bad translation of its original title since it was a French experimental film. 

In the movie Marie, a young office manager is stuck in a pretty vanilla routine of work, gym membership, and routine sex with her bland boyfriend Jean. A section of the film that was shot in the flattest, blandest way Sharon had ever seen. Marie receives a surprise invitation to a mysterious masquerade ball and directions to a costume store. Feeling that this might represent a way out of her existential and very French ennui, Marie decides to attend this ball and find a costume at the mysterious shop. The shop is filled with all manner of brilliantly colourful and slightly perverse costumes, but the one that Marie finds herself drawn to is a slick black latex outfit with a 12 inch strap on dildo. The label (when translated) reads "shemale dominatrix". Marie blushes at the thought of buying this costume, and thinks about the reaction from Jean and the world about little, quiet her doing something so brash. The idea of this confident, sexual outfit with its outlandish phallus is the antithesis of her and her world. But, she thinks, perhaps this is the "je ne sais quoi" she needs to break free of her ennui. She buys the costume and takes it home.

Marie opens the costume box and sees a small white card warning her that elements of the costume may become impossible to remove if worn for 4 consecutive hours including midnight. Marie sniffs dismissively at the notion of a magic costume and decides to don the outfit. Marie wastes no time, pulling on the slick black stockings and wiggling into the sleek and shiny longsleeved bodysuit. She pulled on the accompanying wig, slipped the large breast forms into the top, and stepped into the ballet heels. Finally she put on the strapon. Suddenly the filming style changed, everything becoming an extreme contrast in shadows and light, filled with quick cuts and perspective jumps like a horror film. Marie gasped, taken with how real everything felt, how the breasts and cock of the costume felt like extensions of herself. She grasped the strapon and pumped it, feeling it somehow grow harder in her hand and feeling waves of sexual pleasure ripple out from the phallus. She started to fantasize about herself dominating lovers and fucking them in the ass. The lovers started as men, but as she fucked them they became feminized, ending up as busty dickgirls themselves as she came inside of them with her own big penis. Marie screamed as she experienced an ejaculation-less male orgasm. Freaked out, Marie removed the costume, placed it in a box, and hid it in the back of a very large closet. 

The film returned to the bland palette and Marie returned to life as usual. Except she kept thinking about the costume, picturing herself as a dangerous dickgirl, and fantasizing about tall dickgirl lovers in scenes that used the horror film stylings. Marie couldn't help herself, and getting quite drunk, she put the costume back on and called Jean, begging him to talk dirty to her while she masturbated her strapon. She loses control of herself and begins to describe what she would do Jean with her cock, how she would dominate him completely. Jean freaks out and hangs up. Marie, shaken, removes and hides the costume again.

Marie calls Jean again and apologizes for her behaviour, explaining she was drunk and just fantasizing. She asks if she can take him out for dinner to make it up to him. Jean agrees, much to her relief. Marie resolved to keep things normal, to provide Jean with a normal evening. And yet, she cannot stop thinking of the costume hidden in her closet, about how sexy and powerful it makes her feel. She found herself, almost on autopilot pulling on the costume and wearing it under a high necked, loose skirted dress to hide her phallus. She looks in the mirror and sees herself a contrast in a floral, modest dress with shiny black latex sleeves and tights peeking out. She grins wickedly. At the date Jean is surprised by her outfit and asks about her black haired wig. Marie smiles and explains that she got them tickets to a masquerade and that she is trying out parts of a costume to get used to the wig and black heels. As the night wears on, Marie gets Jean quite drunk and convinces him that they should get a couples costume, that wouldn't it be funny if they went as a pair of popular high school girls. Jean cautiously agrees after much protesting. Marie declares that she will be in charge of costumes. And then she demands that Jean and her go to the bathroom, where she sucks his cock as a reward. 

When Marie returns home and takes off the costume it is 11:45pm. When she removed it, it had felt truly like an extension of her: her very large breasts and her very own penis. She felt like she was lessened by their removal, that her normal body wasn't really her. She found herself crying and wishing she really was a dickgirl dominatrix. 

The next morning Marie put on the strapon and went back to the costume store. She knew she couldn't go the party as an obvious dominatrix with a large cock, so she needed to find herself a costume that would let her incorporate elements of her dominatrix costume secretly. She also needed this costume to match Jean's cross dressing costume. She dug through racks of costumes, finding all kinds of wild and alluring outfits, but nothing that she could portray as popular high school girls. She eventually finds a slutty school girl costume and a cheerleader outfit that would do the trick. She decides to take the schoolgirl outfit for herself since the cheerleader costume looked big enough for Jean to squeeze into. Marie pictured how she wanted Jean to look, picking out a bright red wig, massive breast forms, and a cock extender that would fit over his average penis and turn it into a 14 inch monster. Marie takes all of her costume devices to the front and purchases them all. She informs the attendant that she would wear her costume home. She heads to the store change room and from her purse pulls out her dominatrix costume. She pulls on the latex stockings of the dominatrix outfit and steps into the high heeled Mary Jane shoes that came with the schoolgirl costume. She was already Wearing the strapon, so she simple pulled the short red kilt on over it, being sure to tuck the phallus between her legs. Next she pulled on the little white blouse of the schoolgirl costume, tying the shirt tails to expose her stomach and then popping in the big dominatrix breast forms to generate impressive cleavage. Finally she pulled on the blonde wig of ringlets that came with the schoolgirl costume. She felt a tingle and then looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped happily. She looked young, maybe 18, with huge natural tits that stretched her top, a smooth toned stomach, a teasing short skirt, and supple legs wrapped in kinky, shiny latex. She grinned adorable at herself, cheeks dimpling and giggled. Her secret dominatrix fetish was hidden behind a cute facade. This was perfect. She skipped out of the store and returned to her flat. 

The style of the film changes again, now using vibrant palettes designed around a single colour, usually from some sort of light source. This gives the screen a dream/nightmare quality and a pretty dynamic look. It's in this environment that Marie lays out the elements of Jean's future costume. Marie looks at it and thinks about what she wants. Mixing the costumes seems to have changed her drives somewhat... She no longer wants to violently dominate a feminized Jean. Now she wants something like a pornographic version of young love: to be breathlessly swept up in some other person, to fuck and be fucked, to hold hands and have romantic picnics and to kiss on tip-toes. But she wants that other person to be another dickgirl and she desperately desires to transform Jean. Marie fantasizes about this and jacks off, faux coming. Then she makes herself a dinner and thinks about changing Jean, mastrubating again. This wears Marie out so she naps before waking up with a boner and mastrubating again. She returns to sleep. A nearby digital alarm clock shows the time in intensely glowing green numbers. As the clock reaches 11:45 Marie wakes and looks at Jean's costume again. She begins to stroke her strapon and think about how much she wants Jean to be her dickgirl lover. She bites her lip and pistons her cock faster and faster. The clock reaches 11:55. Marie is in heaven, moaning and drooling, on the cusp of coming. The clock strikes 12:00am and Marie screams as she comes, her now flesh and blood cock ejaculating long ropes of cum while her now flesh and blood balls churn. She screams, half joy and half fear and pulls off her costume revealing that her body has transformed! Marie is now an 18 year old with huge tits and a 12inch cock and with large balls. She laughed happily and masturbated again.

The next segment of the film chronicled the seduction of Jean. It showed how Marie slowly went about feminizing Jean. It started with her showing him his costume while "dressed" in her own. It showed how she begged him to let her shave his legs and rewarded him with a blow job when he agreed. It detailed her shaping his eyebrows and testing out his fiery new wig. The film spent time with Marie showing Jean how walk in the platform sneakers that came with the cheerleading outfit. It showed Marie blowing Jean as she pleaded with him to wear and then keep on his huge and heavy breast forms. And finally the film detailed how Marie convinced Jean to put on the dick extender and let him fuck her in the ass with it while she carefully hid her male equipment. Finally, finally the movie showed a montage of Marie helping Jean into his cheerleading costume on the night of the masquerade. When it was all said and done Jean was unrecognizable: a ravishing read headed beauty with huge tits and long toned legs squeezed into a green and white cheerleading outfit with a pleated skirt and pom-poms. Marie declared that Jean was now Melodie and that she was gorgeous.

The couple then go to the masquerade. It is filled with outlandish costumes, some Marie is sure are also magical and others that while creative are clearly mundane. Melodie and Marie meet several people they know who congratulate Marie on her excellent makeup and ask to be introduced to her tall friend. Melodie is not recognized. As the night wears on Melodie starts to freak out a little and wants to leave the party or take off her costume. Marie tries to distract her with drinks and kisses and party games, but eventually Melodie declares that she will leave without her. The clock reads 11:15pm. Marie releases her secret dominatrix and bullies Melodie into a rest room where she proceeds to blow her for 45 minutes, teasing and slowly, never letting Melodie grow soft but not letting her come either. Until finally Marie's phone chimes that it is 12am and Marie let's Melodie come, semen erupting from her 14 inch flesh penis. Melodie, her voice now truly musical gasps and hefts her now real breasts and looks at her huge cock. She stands, revealing that she is now a 6 foot five gorgeous dickgirl with a toned body, huge tits, and a giant cock. She looks horrified, aroused, angry and delighted all at once. She demands that Marie lift her kilt, and nods when she sees her cock. Melodie accuses Marie of doing this to her on purpose and expresses upset.

The camera cuts to black.

When the film restarts the movie is shot in a soft, bright romantic comedy style. It depicts two women wearing pretty summer dresses skipping down a French street. One is young and girlish and the other is very tall and fit. Both have huge breasts. The women, clearly Marie and Melodie are going on a beach picnic and skip down a trail to a shingle beach. They spread out a blanket and towels and unpack their lunch and some wine. The women take off their dresses revealing their naked breasts and the tight, bulging male speedos they are wearing underneath. They sit, basking in the sun sipping wine and hold hands. The film ends.

Sharon is stunned by this masterful, erotic film. Daisy, blushing, explained that Midnight Costumed had been an important movie for her growing up. The story of the straight laced Marie having a sexual secret, discovering it, accepting it, and then acting on it to eventually find the perfect love was a powerful lesson to the young lesbian as she sorted out her own feelings. Daisy said that she knew it was corny, but she still loved the film, and she thought that it was something that Sharon needed to see. Sharon blushed and nodded, acknowledging that Daisy had chosen an appropriate movie.

***

Episode 59: Time Passes Pt. 3

Over this same month Sharon had found herself warming up to Hannah. While the two milkmaids fundamentally disagreed about how to treat the cows and how much interaction was appropriate, they were developing a mutual respect from shared work and teamwork. Sharon could tell that while Hannah deliberately fostered a gruff exterior, she was a big ol' softy at heart and that her distance from the herd was probably a coping mechanism. Once she figured that out Hannah was much easier to deal with. Hannah for her part seemed to decide Sharon wasn't an irrevocable loss and started taking Sharon riding. Sharon got to ride trusty Peanut while Hannah rode a still fiery and temperamental Caspian. Sharon had a lot of fun and appreciated that Hannah was trying to share this this with her.

While riding one day Hannah broached the topic of the employee treatment plan. She was trying to be casual about it, but Sharon could tell she was worried about Sharon. Sharon pointed out that she hadn't been offered a buy in and tried to remain equivocal about whether she would do it. Hannah pointed out that since Sharon was nearing her first performance review that she would probably be offered a buy in soon. Hannah spat and told Sharon she should start making up her mind about it. Sharon tried not to let any excitement show on her face. She asked Hannah if she had ever been offered a treatment or if she would ever do it. Hannah shook her head and muttered that being a cow wasn't for her. Sharon ventured that if this was a horsegirl ranch that Hannah might be more excited. Hannah blushed and conceded that maybe she would be more interested then. She also quietly told Sharon that they could still be friends if Sharon went through with it.

Sharon had continued to grow her relationship with the bulls. She still brought Angus books and chatted with him most days. While she was very, very attracted to him, or at least the idea of him, Sharon was finding herself really appreciating his friendship. He was a perceptive reader and usually had something interesting to say about the books he read and while he wasn't as witty as Daisy, Sharon found that he had a wonderfully gentle and wry sense of humour that had her grinning whenever they chatted. Having some friendships with the cows had really improved her day. Sharon was also starting to forge a relationship with Samson. Now that she was delivering cows everyday when she worked with Hannah, Samson was starting to warm up to her. While he was still braggadocios and would hit on Sharon relentlessly he was starting to just chat a little. They didn't have much in common, so the small talk remained pretty basic, but Sharon appreciated the effort. She was finding that Samson, once you took sex out of the equation was actually kind of a gentle and sweet guy. Sharon started to fantasize what life would be like with him, wild animal sex mixed with a quiet, simple guy who would be a constant, strong presence. She kind of liked the idea. Sharon was finding herself fantasizing about both bulls more and more, a kind of city bull and country bull dynamic.

Sharon was fantasizing more and more about the bulls and about being a cow herself. She had stopped trying to deny it and decided to just enjoy it. A kinky sexual fantasy was fine, as long as it was kept private. Besides, the sooner she acted on it the sooner she would grow bored with it and move on to being fixated on something new. That was the healthy way of dealing with it.

When Sharon had her next off week she again got together with Jim for some casual sex. This time she decided to embrace her interests and had Jim call her a cow, suck on her nipples, and fuck her bent over. She mooed freely and came like a cow on a milker. It was a much better sexual encounter, and closer to what she really wanted. 

Afterward Sharon was a little embarrassed and worried about what Jim thought about her. Jim was pretty chill about Sharon's demands. When she asked why, he explained he had the memories of being a space futa who had an alien centaur, a six breasted and armed psychic woman, and a sentient plant as a harem. To him a little cow play was reasonably tame and that besides "Clover" seemed to like it.

Sharon spent the rest of her time off travelling with Candace. The pair took a roadtrip up the coast, visiting beaches as they went. Candace wore a high-necked bikini top with Aztec-styled designs, a stylish solution for small-chested women. It had the added benefit that it mostly disguised her extra breast, although the dancer still got the odd strange look. When the women found themselves on a quiet beach to themselves Candace would take off her top and bask in the sun. Sharon was amazed at how casually Candace treated her altered body and how much she accepted it. Sharon began to wonder if she could live with such an alteration herself. Or, if there was a way for her to be changed and still pass as human. Overall, it was a relaxing and fun trip.

As for her mysteries, Sharon had made little progress. It seemed that someone must have instructed the farm staff to keep quiet, since everyone had more or less clammed up about what had happened to the previous milkmaid. On the caretaker front Sharon was also largely stymied. The caretaker and Sharon were regularly exchanging baking and other care packages, but Sharon still hasn't been able to leverage this into a face to face encounter. She hoped it was only a matter of time though, that making regular trips down to the caretaker's cottage would eventually lead to a meeting. Sharon also considered that if she made enough trips to the cottage, she could start snooping in earnest without arousing suspicion. She resolved to meet the caretaker soon.

***

Episode 60: Performance Review

Sharon was nervously digging through her clothes, trying to pick out just the right outfit for her job performance review. She was in her bra and panties assembling outfits on her bed. She wanted to make a good impression but was concerned about over dressing. As a former lawyer, Sharon had a pretty extensive collection of business clothes, and could dress boardroom formal. But her current profession was as an unorthodox cow farmer which made the notion of dressing up too much kind of silly. She was aiming for a kind of hypothetical country smart.

She picked up a smart jacket, a kind of deconstructed blazer in grey tweed and paired it with an outfit. Which meant she had three possibilities. One was a plain charcoal suit with slacks, a white blouse, and open toed heels. It had a slim, masculine cut and fell into her lawyer drag category. Next to that she had a soft shouldered navy blazer paired with a sharp, white blouse and a high waisted pencil skirt in a dark grey wool. She'd wear that with a pair of matte black heels with brown stacked leather souls and lifts. Finally she had her whimsical outfit, her idea of country smart. It was a nice but simple dress made of navy and white gingham plaid with a high neckline and slightly flared a-line skirt. This she would wear under her tweed blazer with a pair of ornate, brown cowboy boots Candace had talked her into buying. She stroked her chin. "What do you think?"

Bessy who was lounging in a chair in her cow print panties started. She had been basking in her post-milking haze. "Oh! Uh... I think you are over thinking things."

Sharon pouted. "But seriously, which outfit?"

Bessy sat up, her mobile ears perking up with attention. She chewed her lip for a moment. "Well the business suit is too much..." She thought for a second. "The blazer and skirt are okay, but the dress number is by far the cutest."

"But which one!?"

Bessy flicked her ears in annoyance and flipped back into her chair causing her four naked breasts to flop. "You are the worst! And you are taking this much too seriously. Just flip a coin!"

Sharon placed her hands on her hips. "I will not flip a coin!"

"You usually have such a cool head. What's up?"

Sharon dropped her shoulders and sighed. "I'm just nervous." She smiled wryly. "I get detail oriented when I'm nervous... It's kind of a way to get back control..."

Bessy gave Sharon an encouraging smile. "You don't have to be nervous. It's a review, the stuff you are being judged on has already happened..."

Sharon sniffed. "Isn't that a cheery thought..."

Bessy laughed. "Oh Sharon, if they didn't like your work you'd know already!"

Sharon smiled thinly. "I guess..."

"Plus it's Dr. Daisy and Tauros! You're friends with the doc and Taurus is easy! Just unbutton your blouse a little..."

"Eww."

"Or better yet hug some cows and get their musk all over you. Then he'll really like you."

"Ugh! That's so gross!"

"Or... I'm still wet and sticky from my milking... I could give you a dab or two of my pussy scent. Make you smell realllllly good to him!"

"Agh! You disgust me you monstrous cow!"

***

Episode 61: The Review

Sharon nervously fiddled with her blazer in reception and smoothed her pencil skirt for the tenth time. She glanced up at Ginny the secretary who smiled encouragingly and shrugged, her huge breasts barely moving with the gesture. The bosses were still not ready for her. What could be keeping them? Were they discussing something? Sharon felt sick to the pit of her stomach.

Finally after what seemed like ages, Ginny received a call on her intercom and told Sharon she could go into the board room. Sharon stood, straightened her clothes one last time and walked in. Ginny whispered a good luck as she passed.

She stepped into the board room and was greeted by three individuals. There was Tauros, of course, looking handsome as always in a wonderfully cut grey suit with an ensign blue tie. He grinned broadly in welcome and indicated that Sharon should take a seat. Sitting next to him looking severe and professional was Dr. Daisy who was wearing an imposing navy skirt suit and her intimidation glasses. She smiled very thinly at Sharon. Finally there was Sunshine, looking pampered and predatory in an aggressive red women's suit with fearsomely wide shoulders. She winked and smiled a wide, beatific smile. Sharon felt her stomach flip-flop. What was she doing here? What could this mean? Mechanically, Sharon sat at the table.

Taurus rifled through a stack of reports on the table in front of him and then called the meeting to order. He smiled his slick smile and informed everyone that the purpose of the meeting was to review Sharon's work performance. He reminded the room that if Sharon was deemed unfit, her contract gave the farm an out clause to dismiss her at this junction. He also informed the board that the farm also had the option of extending her contract and offering her a raise and other incentives if they thought she was performing well. He asked everyone gathered if they had any questions, and when they didn't, he opened the floor to the farm COO.

Dr. Daisy was at her most icily professional. She clearly was quite good at compartmentalizing her personal relationship with Sharon from her role as her boss. As much as Sharon would have liked the cronie-istic assistance of her friend, she really respected her professionalism. Dr. Daisy relayed information on Sharon's work performance as measured by serious incidents on the farm, milk production quotas, and a few other parameters Sharon had no idea were being measured. She also read letters from Bessy and Hannah detailing their impressions of her. Both of her fellow milkmaids were largely in support of her, stating they found her hard working, compassionate to the cows, and generally pleasant to interact with. Hannah, unsurprisingly did caution that she thought Sharon was spending too much time forming personal relationships with the cows. Finally Dr. Daisy discussed her own opinion, which was essentially that Sharon was more than adequate in her job as a milkmaid. She thought Sharon wasn't as good with the cows as Bessy (and less useful to the farm than the trained veterinarian) and less critical than Hannah, who provided a steeliness and ranching expertise needed by the organization. That said, Daisy thought that Sharon was performing admirably, was an important contributor to the success of the farm, and should improve and grow in time (especially considering her lack of background in agriculture). Dr. Daisy's one major concern was Sharon's closeness with some of the cows and her willingness to become embroiled in their social conflicts. "As the board recalls, we have had issues with, ahem, milkmaids having conflicts with cows that resulted in unfortunate circumstances that had significant personal consequences to one of our staff. This incident also cost the farm a very capable milkmaid who it seems we are just now replacing. I would caution Sharon that she should be mindful of her social interactions with the herd and motion to the board that we monitor the milkmaid/cow interactions as we go forward."

Sharon swallowed. She felt that what Dr. Daisy had said was mostly fair and could certainly see her perspective as a manager. But it was still tough to here her friend callously assess her work. Sharon would just have to take a page out of Daisy's playbook and compartmentalize.

Next Tauros asked Sunshine for her special report. Sharon's stomach heaved with nervousness. Sunshine smiled wolfishly before outlining how the cows felt about Sharon. It was actually... very positive. Sunshine declared that Sharon was a conscientious milkmaid who performed her tasks well with admirable consideration to how the cows felt. Sharon blushed as Sunshine expounded on the quality of Sharon's udder and breast massages. She even discussed how Sharon's ability to form relationships with cows and others was a strength. The cow pointed out that Sharon worked well with the other milkmaids, but also appeared to be friendly with them which was good for team cohesion. She suggested that Sharon's friendships with the herd was making the transition of the newest cow much smoother, was making Angus a happier bull and a better lover, and had helped Ella kick a depressive funk she had fallen into. Sunshine suggested that Sharon's interactions with the cows was a strength and that despite certain similarities to the "unfortunate events" that she shouldn't be punished for this.

Sharon was shocked. She wasn't sure how everything would go with Sunshine on the review board, but she wasn't expecting a glowing endorsement. Sunshine winked at her.

Tauros smiled and clapped his hands together. "Well, given those reports, I think we have a consensus that the farm will not be exercising its early termination clause. Congratulations, Sharon, you aren't fired." He paused and grinned handsomely. "This just leaves one matter of business which is whether Sharon has reached performance levels needed for a raise or incentives."

Sunshine took charge of the room. "It is my opinion that the milkmaid in question has performed adequately to qualify for the standard rewards package in her contract."

Dr. Daisy nodded. "I concur."

Tauros shuffled through his papers and smiled. "Alright. Well, congratulations again Sharon, it seems you are in for some rewards. The first is you get a 10% raise effective immediately. You are also now eligible for a winter and summer bonus derived from milk profits."

"Thank you," Sharon said.

Tauros smiled lewdly, "I'm particularly pleased to inform you that you also qualify for buying in to our employee incentive program!"

"Which means?" Sharon asked, heart hammering.

Sunshine smiled widely. "It means, dear, that you can become a cow."

***

Episode 62: Roadtrip

Sharon was stunned. She was warned that she would be offered a transformation plan, but now that it had happened it didn't feel real. She could be like she was in her fantasies, a sexy cow. But... she couldn't do it, could she? This was just supposed to be a job while she put her life back together.

She stood in a daze in the parking lot next to Bessy's borrowed car. She had asked for more time to make a decision. So now she just had to climb into the car and drive back.

Sharon was interrupted by the clop of hooves. She looked over to see a smiling Sunshine approaching. She had changed out of her power suit and into a pair of specially tailored cutoff jean shorts and an extra large white tshirt that fit over her four large breasts. Sharon could see the dark colour and bulges of her teats through the shirt. Sunshibe carried her suit in a garment bag over her shoulder. When she saw Sharon looking at her she smiled and stuck out her thumb and showed some Holstein printed leg. "Going my way?"

Sharon could only watch in silent amazement while Sunshine tossed her suit into the backseat of the little hatchback and climbed into the passenger side seat. She tilted her seat back, kicked her hooves up on the dashboard, rolled down the window and asked Sharon what she was waiting for. Sharon with a sigh, climbed in and started the car.

For the firsts while the pair drove in silence. Sharon was deep in thought turning over whether she should buy into the incentive plan. Sunshine seemed happy to fiddle with the radio, seeing what stations were available. She found a station playing Joan Jett's "Bad Reputation" and grinned and left it there.

"Sharon," Sunshine eventually said, "want to hold up a liquor store?"

Sharon gasped, was this what the cow was going to blackmail her into doing. She looked at Subshine eyes wide.

Sunshine laughed. "I'm joking!" She made a playful face. "We are much too conspicuous! Imagine the headlines: business casual brunette and ravishing cow go on crime spree!"

Sharon grunted in amusement. "A modern Bessy and Clyde." Sunshine snickered.

"It's too quiet in here. You should talk to me, I won't bite." When Sharon didn't respond right away Sunshine poked her. "Come on! I don't get to go on many roadtrips anymore!"

Sharon sighed. "Fine. Okay." She thought for a moment. "I was surprised at how nice you were to me in there. I didn't know what you would say, but that was... more glowing than I was expecting."

Sunshine shrugged. "I was just being honest. It's clear you care about the cows and do your best. You do good work and deserve to have that acknowledged and rewarded."

"Well thanks for defending me. I, uh, appreciate it."

"Don't overdo it. I own a huge chunk of the farm, so I have a vested interest in keeping the best employees. Plus, as a cow, I want the best milkmaids I can get for myself! It's all... enlightened self interest."

"Well thank you Bovyne Rand."

Sunshine laughed. "So now for the moment of truth. Going to become an honorary member of the herd?"

Sharon didn't answer right away. She thought about it again and Sunshine quietly waited for an answer.

She always planned to go back to normal life after a while, to finally, after all the Jim nonsense, just be normal. Taking the mutagen, becoming a cow would be a massive deviation from that. It would be giving into all of the weirdness that had derailed her life. It would make this a lifestyle instead of a job.

But in the other hand... It was sexy. Just thinking of being a cow, of having four heavy milk filled breasts and a huge, hanging udder made her heart beat in her chest and guts tingle. And the idea of being a cow with a bull kept her up at nights. To be able to live out that fantasy was... Huge. it was deeply alluring.

But it was something she would have to live with. Any transformations were permanent and she would have to live with them for the rest of her life. Did it make sense to derail her life just to act out a fetish? And a recent fetish! A fetish she had no idea would persist outside of the madness of the farm. Sharon was deeply conflicted.

She finally glanced over at Sunshine and chewed her lip. "So you cows think of Bessy as an honorary member of the herd!?"

Sunshine pouted. "Fine, be a tease."

***

Episode 63: Bessy's Counsel

When Sharon returned to the farm she found an expectant Bessy waiting for her in the kitchen. She was naked except for her panties, which was becoming kind of a uniform for her around the farmhouse. Almost bouncing on her altered toes she asked Sharon how it went. Sharon responded that she was still here and Bessy snorted and asked what she really wanted to know: was Sharon going to start taking treatments. Sharon responded that they had offered and Bessy crushed her in a warm, breast filled hug.

"You're obviously going to do it, right?" Asked Bessy.

Sharon blushed, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Bessy gave her a look that was a little hard to describe. It was kind of the mix of bemusement, exasperation, and fondness you'd give a silly ch1ld. Bessy clearly thought Sharon was being naive or dishonest with herself. She sighed theatrically.

Sharon put her hands on her hips. "What?"

Bessy just rolled her eyes and smiled. "If you'll excuse me, I'm due for my evening milking."

"Evening?"

Bessy smiled, "Yeah, ever since my last treatment I can manage two milkings. This one will be kind of small, but practice makes production." Bessy pulled out her milker and sat on a kitchen chair. "You should stay and watch. Get a preview of what you could have."

Sharon blushed, but nodded.

Bessy stroked her stiffening teats and gasped. She deftly cleaned them and fondled her tits, mooing happily and peering at Sharon who watched with rapt attention. She drew her hand along one teat causing milk to bead on her nipple tip. She touched the droplet of milk and then licked her finger, eyes lidded as she sampled her product. She then slid a milk cup onto three of her four teats and started milking. She moaned and ground her ass into the chair. Sharon kept watching. Bessy mooed in pleasure and, eyes locked on Sharon, she reached down and slid her hand into her already wet panties. She mooed again as she started to stroke her puffy, wide cow bovine labia, masturbating in front of Sharon. Bessy bucked in her chair and bellowed in orgasm. Sharon felt giddy. She knew she shouldn't be watching this, knew that Bessy was manipulating her and feeding her own perversion... but it was so hot. It was such a display of sexual cow-ness. Bessy mooed loudly again as she came a second time. Sharon mooed under her breath in response.

Between gasps Bessy asked Sharon if she wanted to suck on her free teat. Sharon blushed... and found herself nodding. Utterly fixated she knelt on the floor and took Bessy's fleshy teat in her hand, rolling the warm tube of flesh between her fingers. Bessy moaned. Sharon brought the teat to her lips, stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip of the teat, tasting the sweet, creamy flavour of Bessy's milk. Bessy gasped and begged Sharon to do it, to nurse. Sharon licked her lips. Could she do this? She shouldn't be doing this! And then she was, putting the cow's teat in her mouth and sucking on it, drinking down burst after burst of hot, sweet milk. Bessy trashed against her, mooing in orgasm, clutching Sharon's head forcibly against her breast. Sharon kept drinking, panting with arousal, as Bessy thrashed and mooed and came until the timer on her milker rang and Sharon felt ill from drinking too much milk. She let Bessy's teat fall from her mouth and fell back to sit on the kitchen floor in a daze.

Bessy, finger still in her panties, working her bovine pussy smiled at Sharon. "You'll do it."

***

Episode 64: Medical Advice

Sharon was avoiding Bessy. It wasn't so much that she was embarrassed about nursing from the milkmaid -okay it was a little that- but it was also that she didn't want her friend to keep pressuring her into making a choice. Bessy for her part seemed content to give Sharon space, either recognizing that she had maybe weirded Sharon out or she was content that she had made her case. Either way Sharon was enjoying a quiet and introspective day of working through the daily chores.

After lunch Dr. Daisy, who had returned to the farm the night before, suggested that Sharon come down to the clinic so they could talk a bit about what a treatment plan entailed. Sharon informed the scientist that she was undecided on whether she was going to buy into the plan. Daisy said that was fine and that she would rather Sharon have some more information so she could make a better choice. The waddling cow-scientist all but herded Sharon down to the lab and examination room. Sharon climbed up onto the examination table while Daisy rummaged around in the supply cabinets for some materials. "If it's alright with you," she said "I want to collect some blood and check some things so we can get some pre-treatment screening started. It can take a week or so to get the tests back, so if we do it now everything will be ready in time for when you make up your mind. And if you choose not to do it, well, you got some free medical tests done."

Sharon agreed that it was fine. "But what are you testing for? Is the treatment dangerous?"

Dr. Daisy shook her head cautiously. "We've never had a medically dangerous complication, especially at the lower doses we give milkmaids now. But.... well, we are using an experimental mutagen derived from an accident, so there is obviously some risk of something unusual happening. I'd say the risk is quite low though." Daisy started to prepare all of the equipment needed to draw blood. "Mostly we are testing to see if you have any undiagnosed metabolic diseases, like undiagnosed diabetes, or any sort of nutritional deficit, like low calcium or a vitamin deficiency. The bovine transformation, as you can imagine, puts a strain on the body's system. We want to make sure everything is working okay and that you have the metabolic resources to pay for tissue remodelling and growth so everything is as safe as we can make it." Daisy swabbed Sharon's arm and tied tubbing around it, just as if Sharon was about to receive a treatment right that moment. Sharon's heart started to beat a little faster. "Actually, those support fluid IVs we give the cows for their larger transformations are mostly just cocktails of saline solution loaded with nutrients they need during the transformation and afterward to recover from it. I've found that it helps get the most out of each mutagen dose and helps the cows recover more quickly from their ordeal." Sharon looked away and Dr. Daisy stuck in the cannula to draw blood and filled three vials of blood. Dr. Daisy withdrew the needled and pressed a cotton ball against the spot. She had Sharon hold the ball to staunch the bleeding.

Sharon thought about what she said and asked: "You said you haven't had a 'medically' dangerous complication..."

Daisy looked pained for a second. "We did have one... cosmetic complication from a mixup. But this resulted from human error and not from the mutagen itself. We've taken steps to increase the security of the lab/clinic and to improve our record system. It won't happen again."

Sharon was shocked. This sounded more serious than she had been expecting to hear about. "Does this... does this have something to do milkmaid I'm replacing?"

Dr. Daisy bit her lip. 'I can't discuss anything pertaining to the medical history of any of my patients. Just know that any lapses in our system have been corrected."

Daisy yanked out a few of Sharon's hairs and then ran a few swabs along the inside of her mouth. "The hair is useful for some longterm tests, including a drug test, and the mouth swabs will be used for a quick genetic screen to check against any unexpected abnormalities." The Scientist ushered Sharon over to a scale in front of a mirror with a tall measuring stick attached to the wall. Daisy made notes of Sharon's height and weight and then, using flexible measuring tape took her breast, waist, and hip measurements.

Sharon looked at Daisy. "So if I go through with this, what can I expect?"

Dr. Daisy thought for a moment. "Well, the mutagen is cumulative, so the more treatments you take the more bovine you will look and act. You're clearly familiar with the effects since you work with advanced cows, so I presume you mean from early treatments?" Sharon nodded. "There is an obvious caveat that different people have different sensitivities to the mutagen: Nettie, for instance, is highly resistant and Princess is more sensitive than most. So we can't completely predict your outcome. That said, a milkmaid plan initial dose is quite small, so assuming you respond to the mutagen within a normal range, I would expect to see some breast growth, say a cup size, and some nipple enlargement. You would also begin to lactate at a relatively low level, although I suspect that without consistent milking lactation would cease."

"So I wouldn't see any obvious bovine characteristics?"

"At the dose we would use? No, almost a zero percent chance. You could 'pass' for totally human if that is what you are concerned about." Daisy swished her tail. "I am not advocating that you take the treatment, but, you could very well take a first treatment and see if it agrees with you without much risk: you would get to try milking without becoming obviously a cow."

"What do you mean, 'not advocating'? Do you not think I should do it?"

"I mean that it's not my place to decide. As the medical-type administrator of the treatment, not to mention its inventor, it's inappropriate for me to decide for you. It's also a wildly person and important decision. The mutagen is permanent. Only you can decide if this is something you want to pursue."

"As a friend, though, would you recommend it?"

"Sharon, as a friend, I can't really say either. My experience was so different. I was transformed by accident. As a consequence I was fired from my dream job and lost the love of my life. If I had known that the mutagen was going to cost me tenure, my lab and students, and my wife, I probably wouldn't have chosen to do this."

"Oh... so you are unhappy being a cow?"

"No, I'm only saying I wouldn't have chosen this freely. Being a cow has... its rewards. You have seen how pleasurable milking and sex is as a cow and how happy the herd is. It's amazing and addictive. Plus, I have this great new scientific challenge to work on: the mutagen is a difficult problem and something that has the potential to really help a lot of people. I have stumbled into an extremely important research question. Even my love life is alright, I'm having a lot of fun yiffing with Lindsay. I would not have chose this, but I am quite satisfied with the outcome."

"So what are you saying?"

"Choose what feels right for you and then make the most of it."

"Ugh, that's so fortune cookie."

Dr. Daisy laughed. "Your lucky numbers are 69 42 and 7."

Sharon laughed back. "So what I know now is that the process should be safe, and the change will be mild but permanent."

Daisy nodded. "And that the tests will take a few days to complete and," she patted her taught udder, "it will take at least a week to produce enough mutagen for the treatment. So, at the earliest, you have a week to decide what to do."

"A week to decide..."

***

Episode 65: Deliberations

Sharon used her week to try and sort out whether or not to take the treatment. She thought the idea was very, very sexy but had trouble sorting out her feelings about permanently becoming not entirely human. Working at the farm was only ever supposed to be a job to fund rebuilding her life, maybe going back to law or maybe finding a new thing. This was not supposed to be a career or a lifestyle. But if she got the treatment... then this probably would be her career and, depending on how transformed she became, being a cow would be her lifestyle. She couldn't decide if all of that was forth indulging in her strange new fetish.

Sunshine still came by for a hello everyday. She toned down the cryptic allusions to blackmail and mostly just asked Sharon everyday if she would take the treatment. When Sharon responded that she wasn't sure, the cow just smirked knowingly, laughed and told Sharon she would check back the next day. Sharon found it kind of annoying, but appreciated that the cow wasn't actively trying to fuck with her at the moment.

Sharon also thought about what being a cow would mean for her love life. Sharon always pictured herself finding a nice boy with a healthy sexual imagination, settling down, and eventually starting a family. A slightly kinkiest version of the nice house with a picket fence ideal. If she was exposed to the mutagen, though, would that even be possible? She already had a hard time fantasizing about human men, and judging by the behaviour of Bessy that would only get worse once she was transformed. Was she willing to give up on the idea of a monogamous relationship and a family? Did the idea of being part of herd sexual dynamics bother her? Could she even find a bull who wasn't property of the farm?It was a big decision. Although the image of the family ideal with her as a cow, married to high powered bull attorney with two adorable calves was startlingly appealing...

Ella somehow got word of Sharon's conundrum. When she skipped up to where Sharon and Princess were reading and watching the herd she squealed and dragged Sharon up into a fleshy, tit filled hug. "I'm excited that you are going to be a cow!"

Sharon demurred. "Well I don't think the milkmaid plan will make me a cow or let me join the herd..."

Ella waved her hand, "fine! Honorary cow then."

"I'm also not sure I want to take the treatment."

Ella put her hands on her hips, nostrils flared and tail flicking behind her. "And why not!?"

"It's a big decision. And I'm not sure I'm ready to give up on being a human yet."

"Oh! So you want to leave us!" Ella stamped her hoof. "Because staying here would be the worst thing ever!? Fine! I don't care!" Sharon stammered as the cow stormed off in a huff, fighting back tears.

Princess from where she was laying with her book spoke up. "Ella has some abandonment issues... her mother left her as a kid. And honeybun leaving her clique has her feeling out of sorts. You leaving would be another blow."

Sharon puffed out her cheeks and blew out a breath. "I didn't know."

Princess nodded sagely and sat up. "You couldn't. She's pretty private about it. I think the permanence of the herd is part of the appeal for her. And you, I think, are part of that for her. She'll miss you if you leave." Princess blushed and looked away. "I'll miss you too if you leave..."

Sharon smiled fondly at the cow. "I'd miss you too. You seem to be taking it better than Ella, though."

"Well..." She gestured at her altered body with its four breasts and small udder. "This is clearly not for everyone. And... Well... Only you can choose for yourself."

"What advice would you give me?"

Princess blushed. "I love being a cow. Milking! The sex!" She blushed deeper. "And the lifestyle. When I was a person I never really knew how to deal with people and their expectations. Here? I can finally relax. I understand my purpose and have the space to just kind of be. This is exactly what I want to be." Princess shrugged. "But being sexy livestock isn't something for just anyone."

"so what you are saying is do what feels right?"

Princess nodded and turned back to her book.

Sharon thought about the cows and what else their lifestyle meant other than being sexy cowgirls. About the fact that they are lactation machines whose role in life is to eat and make milk. How regimented their lives are, not just the fact they are held in a farm, but how beholden they are to their milkings, feedings, and grazing. Sharon thought about how taking a treatment would mean, how it fundamentally meant being part animal with different needs. Did she want to change her life that profoundly for a sex-thing? Did she want to be a cow?

Angus apparently got word of Sharon's imminent transformation as well. He brought it up casually when Sharon came to feed him and visit, but he had an odd intensity about the question. Sharon found herself blushing. She asked why he had become a bull and if he liked it. Angus explained that Ina past life he was a level financial trader and that his job consumed his life. It cost him a marriage, his hobbies, his girlfriends, and eventually gave him a pair of heart attacks. He wanted a do over where he could relax, focus on relationships, and try making other people happy. And for him, being a bull was that. Plus, he winked, he enjoyed all of the tail. Sharon asked if he thought she should take the treatments. Angus laughed and told her he thought she would make a very cute cow. But then added seriously, that in his experience, deciding what you really want is the most important thing you can do in life.

Sharon thought about that. What did she really want? She didn't want to be the victim of random, inexplicable transformations. She didn't think she wanted to be a trial lawyer again. But did she want to be, really want to be a milkmaid? Would she be happier as a cow? She didn't really know. She knew that in the longterm she wanted a more challenging job than taking care of the cows, but she didn't know what that might be. Sharon did know she wanted to have sex as a cow, to feel what it would be to live out her fantasy. Maybe she could just get a treatment or two? Some small changes like Candace's third breast that she could disguise and pass as normal with. Maybe she could live out her fantasy and still have a mostly normal life?

When Bessy left for her week off Hannah came to the farm. Sharon tried to give her a wide berth since she was genuinely worried about what the other milkmaid might say. Hannah came to her though to tell her what she thought. She explained that she thought becoming part cow was weird and that partially cow milkmaids screwed up the chain of command at the farm something fierce. She spat thoughtfully and kicked the dirt. She then explained that if she could have anything in the world it would be her own horse farm and that if she was given a way to get that, she would jump at the opportunity and do just about anything. She understands passion. And while she thinks the mutagen is a mistake, she likes Sharon and knows she has to do what she has to do. She spat. Hannah didn't want to be the reason Sharon did or didn't do something. Sharon was touched.

The week was almost over and Sharon still hadn't made up her mind. She really, really wanted to be a sexy cow, but she also didn't want to destroy her chances at a normal life or, at least limit her options going forward. Was living her sexual fantasy worth everything else?

***

Episode 66: Subconscious Decision Making

Sharon went to bed the night before she was expected to answer if she wanted to buy into the treatment plan with her mind a jumble of emotions and thoughts. She still didn't know what her choice would be. No sooner did she close her eyes then...

Sharon was sitting on a wooden bench suspended on ropes from a huge oak. The tree was in an a large rural property, standing alone in a disused farmers field. Sharon kicked her legs causing the swing to sway. She looked around at the idyllic, sunny meadow and recognized it: this was the property her retired maternal grandparents had bought, which they had sold years ago. She realized she was dreaming.

As soon as Sharon made that connection she was joined in the bench by "Clover" her cowified doppelgänger. Clover looked so much like Sharon, with her features and general build and skin imperfections, but also very cow. She resembled Sunshine in many ways, with four large breasts, a large udder, black-and-white skin and the tail and general cow features of the ideal cowgirl. She mooed pleasantly and smiled at Sharon. "Hello again."

"Hi."

Clover kicked out her hoof tipped legs in a mirror to Sharon's earlier motion causing the swing to sway. She giggled happily and mooed. She looked over at Sharon. "So they offered you a chance to be your inner cow."

Sharon nodded. "Yes. I don't know what to do though."

Clover looked disappointed. "I thought we had a deal. I made you admit you wanted this, and in return you were supposed to stop pretending that you don't."

Sharon blushed. "But this is just a fantasy! I was only agreeing to that... I don't want it in real life."

Clover frowned. "You can't fool me, you know. I'm you. I can read your mind and tell when you are lying."

Clover sat up and snapped her fingers and suddenly she and Sharon were on a bed suspended by ropes from the tree. Sharon glanced at herself and saw that she was naked. Clover smiled. "What did Dr. Daisy say a single dose would do to you?"

Sharon blushed, "She said to expect some breast growth, an increase in nipple size, and lactation."

Clover smiled and crawled over to Sharon. She kissed her deeply and caressed her breasts. Sharon gasped as she felt her tits swell from her large d cups to huge f cups. She felt her nipples tingle and sensed them poke out an inch. Clover kissed her on the forehead and Sharon felt the baby bumps of horns poke her flesh and her nose change. Then the cow sat back and held up a hand mirror letting Sharon see herself with her enlarged breasts and barely visible horns.

Sharon gasped and felt herself get hot and wet. She looked amazing: she could just see the start of cowification but could still pass for human. In awe she caressed her huge tits, feeling how heavy and warm they were. She mooed in pleasure. "I feel, I feel amazing," Sharon admitted.

Clover smiled, "and you still look human enough to pass. You can always try things out, have your milk and drink it too."

Sharon nodded, that made sense. She touched her breasts again. They felt so full, so uncomfortably full. Clover smiled, "do you need help with that?" Sharon nodded again, blushing.

Clover pushed Sharon onto her back on the elevated mattress. She climbed on top of her and wrapped her lips around Sharon's left nipple. She began to suck, pulling out Sharon's creamy milk. Sharon mooed in ecstasy. "Isn't this wonderful?" Clover asked, "isn't his what you want?" Sharon tried to respond yes between gasps but could only moo.

Clover mooed happily and walked her hand down Sharon's belly to her crotch. She switched nipples and began to stroke Sharon's clit and labia. "But is this enough for you? Don't you want more."

Sharon panting and mooing nodded her head yes. "What?" Clover demanded. "Breasts!" Sharon gasped. Clover kissed Sharon on her rib cage and two more large breasts grew on her chest and all four of her nipples grew into teats. "Yes!" Cried Sharon. "What else?" Clover instructed. "An udder!" Sharon cried. Clover slid down her body and licked her pubic mound. Sharon mooed deeply as she felt her crotch swell and warp, turn pink and sprout teats, until he had a sizeable udder. Clover took a teat in her mouth and sucked on it while Sharon writhed and fondled her tits. "Is that enough?" Inquired Sharon's doppelgänger. "No..." Sharon panted "I want... It all..." Clover crawled lower and licked Sharon's pussy and Sharon bellowed as her body lit on fire. Her skin became black and white, her ears became long and flexible, she grew a tail, her legs cracked and shifted and grew hooves, her face pushed out in a muzzle and she grew horns. She gasped, now a virtual clone of Clover. Sharon felt a newfound completeness even as she panted and writhed as Clover continued to kiss and lick her cunt. Sharon pulled her udder up and squeezed it as Clover began to lick and suck and finger her until Sharon felt herself coming and coming and coming and...

And Sharon was awake in bed bellowing a moo in orgasm.

She knew then what her answer would be.

***

Episode 67: The Treatment

Sharon told Daisy her decision the next day. The scientist had hugged her and told her she was ready whenever. The pair agreed to wait a few days until Sharon's next off week so she could spend time recovering and enjoying her changes. Daisy made the preparations and Sharon nervously and expectantly counted the days.

When the day finally came Bessy was almost more excited than Sharon. She brought her a big breakfast in bed and told her would be assisting. She was so happy that Sharon was joining her on her bovine journey. Bessy said it would be like they were sisters.

Sharon ate her meal, had a long relaxing shower, and then met Bessy and Dr. Daisy in the clinic. Sharon's earlier tests had come back safe and Dr. Daisy had prepared a small sample of mutagen just for Sharon. They were ready to go.

Sharon pulled off her clothes and let herself be led through the various preliminary tests. She was weighed and measured again, which was noted in her records. Dr. Daisy asked her a series of questions to ascertain her health and well being. Her pulse and temperature were taken, and Daisy listened to her heart and lungs. Finally she was satisfied and instructed Sharon to sit on the examination bench.

Bessy carried over a clipboard with contracts. Sharon flipped through them seeing the content for the treatment plan and a medical release statement acknowledging the risks of the treatment and assigning responsibility. Sharon, seeing everything was in order, signed the contracts with a shaking hand.

Dr. Daisy meanwhile pulled out all of the injection materials and placed them on the rolling table. She saw that Sharon was ready and that the legal paperwork has been completed. The doctor nodded, ready to proceed. She walked back into the lab, waddled to the locked refrigerator, punched in her passcode, and lifted out a small vial of mutagen. She clopped back into the clinic and brought everything to Sharon and pulled on nitrile gloves. Dr. Daisy instructed that Sharon hold out her arm and she took a swab of alcohol and cleaned Sharon's arm at the injection site. Sharon's heart was racing. Dr. Daisy tied a length of rubber tubing around Sharon's biceps and watched as her veins bulged with back pressure. Sharon gasped, stomach fluttering with nerves. Dr. Daisy assembled a syringe and needle, poked it through the septum of the vial and carefully drew out the mutagen and purged the air. Sharon shuddered and rubbed her thighs together around her hot pussy. Dr. Daisy took hold of Sharon's arm to steady it and held the needle up, ready to use. "Sharon, this mutagen will cause a permanent, irreversible change. This is your last chance to back out. Do you want me to proceed."

Sharon, panting and flush and not trusting herself to speak nodded vigorously. "Yes..." She gasped.

Dr. Daisy nodded and inserted the needle into her arm.

Sharon felt a pinch and then a burst of cool as the mutagen was pushed into her bloodstream.

***

Episode 68: Injected

For the next couple minutes nothing much happened. Dr. Daisy had Sharon hold a swab against her arm to staunch the bleeding while the doctor felt Sharon's radially pulse. Bessy stood at rapt attention, quivering with excitement etched into her face.

Sharon's heart was hammering in her chest, and she was gasping for breath. She was feeling the wild expectation of a first kiss or losing her virginity. Her guts felt stretched and weightless and wild while her pussy was hot and tight and wet and pulsing. The anticipation was killing her.

Finally she felt something: a warm, blushing feeling in her breasts. She gasped as her tits grew hot and swollen feeling. She brought her hands up and moaned, feeling her tit flesh actually grow larger and heavier. Sharon felt a tingle in her nipple and watched them grow darker and wider and then lengthen slightly. She was changing! She was changing! She panted and gasped, pleased with what had happened, content things were going according to plan... and then, suddenly she felt a whole range of sensations! Her chest below her enlarged breasts grew warm and developed that same swelling flushed sensation. Sharon mewled and grabbed her torso as a second pair of breasts began to grow. The tingling in her nipples intensified as her original nipples lengthened into short teats and her new breasts grew a matching set. She mooed in arousal and dismay. What was happening to her? How? She felt the cartilage of her face grow warm and itchy, her nose and ears clearly remodelling. Her skin itched fiercely and her tailbone ached sharply and painfully. And she felt a warm, swelling sensation on her pelvis and four pinpricks of tingling sensation! Was she growing an udder? Sharon mooed again. And then again. Her whole body was on fire with sensation, her pussy was hot and wet and ready. Sharon mooed. And then she bucked in orgasm as she felt her pussy grow fiery and tingly and...

And then Sharon passed out.

***

End Act II

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